Not fruitless fall; but be your portment such
As breeds no shame to us, nor to our enemies
Laughter. A double lodgment for our use,
One from the state, the other from the king,
Rentless we hold. All things look bright. This only,
Your father’s word, remember. More than life
Hold a chaste heart in honor.
Chorus.
The high Olympians
Grant all thy wish! For us and our young bloom,