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PARTHENISSA.
THE FIRST PART.
BOOK II.
THE morning was hardly old enough to permit a vi∣sit with civility, when the impatient Callimachus went to Artabanes Chamber, to beg a continuance of that Story, whose beginning had so satisfied him; But Simander assur'd him, that his Prince was gone an hour before into the Grove of Cypresse, to entertain his melancholly. Callimachus (whose Curiosity was so great, that it was uncapable of Delay, went presently to find him out, which, after a diligent search he did, in one of the most retir'd and ob∣scure corners of it, and in a posture better expressing Sadness, than Elo∣quence could; his Back was lean'd against a withered Tree, his Eyes e∣rected towards Heaven, his Arms folded one within the other, and so many Tears running down his Cheeks, that if moisture could have re∣viv'd that dead Trunk, it had needed no other Rain for its recovery. And that his words might express what his gestures did, Callimachus heard him cry out. Ye Gods! must I never be acquainted with your Power? but onely through those Miseries you cast upon me by it? alas! Why do ye furnish me with so much Frailty, and yet provoke me so much to despair: or Why do our Priests teach us there is a Providenc; when you are so careful by your Actions, to evince the contrary? then hang∣ing down his Head, he continu'd in a perfect silence, till he himself drew it by a second Deluge of despair, which drowning both his De∣votion and Reason, necessitated him to expostulate thus, with whom it was a Crime to do it. But what sins have I committed, to deserve so deep a suffering? yet, allow my Guilt had been too great for your Mercy, your Justice might have inflicted a punishment on my person, which might have equal'd my offences; for you are no gods, if you are not infinite in all your Attributes; but being so, why did the fair Par∣thenissa suffer for my fault? or else was it a more sensible way of perse∣cuting me, to do it through Her? If this were your Design, O gods! I have more reason in exclaiming against you, than you had for impo∣sing on me, that which provokes me to it; and to it; and to afflict the innocent to torment the Guilty, does rather argue Malice than Justice.
This impious reasoning frighted the good Callimachus, who fearing lest it should continue, discover'd himself, and by a sharp and eloquent Reprehension, disclos'd his anger, and the justice of it. To which Arta∣banes reply'd, That if he were acquainted with his Miseries, he would im∣pute what he had then utter'd, to his sufferings, and not to his irreli∣gion. Alas, Artabanes (said Callimachus) how does your Passion blind you? For you do not consider, that Sin is as odious to the Deities, as insepara∣ble