Upon a nation whom she knows not well;

The Assyrians know no pleasure but their King's,

And homage is their pride.

Sar.‍Nay, pardon, guests,

The fair Greek's readiness of speech.

Alt.‍Pardon! sire:60

We honour her of all things next to thee.

Hark! what was that?

Zam.‍That! nothing but the jar

Of distant portals shaken by the wind.