Cæs. (sings).

To horse! to horse! my coal-black steed

Paws the ground and snuffs the air!

There's not a foal of Arab's breed550

More knows whom he must bear;

On the hill he will not tire,

Swifter as it waxes higher;

In the marsh he will not slacken,

On the plain be overtaken;

In the wave he will not sink,