ANTIOCHUS.Nay, King no longer.Take thou my royal robes, my signet-ring,My crown and sceptre, and deliver themUnto my son, Antiochus Eupator;And unto the good Jews, my citizens,In all my towns, say that their dying monarchWisheth them joy, prosperity, and health.I who, puffed up with pride and arrogance,Thought all the kingdoms of the earth mine own,If I would but outstretch my hand and take them,Meet face to face a greater potentate,King Death—Epiphanes—the Illustrious![Dies.
ANTIOCHUS.Nay, King no longer.Take thou my royal robes, my signet-ring,My crown and sceptre, and deliver themUnto my son, Antiochus Eupator;And unto the good Jews, my citizens,In all my towns, say that their dying monarchWisheth them joy, prosperity, and health.I who, puffed up with pride and arrogance,Thought all the kingdoms of the earth mine own,If I would but outstretch my hand and take them,Meet face to face a greater potentate,King Death—Epiphanes—the Illustrious![Dies.