And thine own counsels quickly perfect thou! [Exeunt.
CHORAL HYMN.
STROPHE I.
Whence these shapes of fear that haunt me?
These hovering portents why?
Is my heart a seer inspired,
To chaunt unbidden and unhired[n67]
Notes of dark prophecy?
Blithe confidence, my bosom’s lord,[f19]
That swayed the doubtful theme,
Arise, and with thy clear command