Arsaces monologue (Act 3) — The Prince of Parthia: A Tragedy

Yes, I would leave this dull and heavy sense. Let me grow mad; perhaps, I then may gain Some joy, by kind imagination form'd, Beyond reality.--O! my Evanthe! Why was I curs'd with empire? born to rule?-- Would I had been some humble Peasant's son, And thou some Shepherd's daughter on the plain; My throne some hillock, and my flock my subjects, My crook my sceptre, and my faithful dog My only guard; nor curs'd with dreams of greatness. At early dawn I'd hail the coming day, And join the lark the rival of his lay; At sultry noon to some kind shade repair, Thus joyful pass the hours, my only care, To guard my flock, and please the yielding Fair.