Follow my flight with sleepless chase,
With whoop and bay they scent my trace
To force my love.
Thy beam is true; both good and ill
Thy sure scales prove,
Thou even-handed! Mortals still
Reap fair fulfilment from thy will,
All-crowning Jove.
Chorus, in separate voices, and short hurried exclamations:[n51]
Voice 1.