To court this martial prize;
But foreign kings, adopted here,
Their crowns at home despise.
Our sovereign high, in awful state,
His honours shall bestow;
And see his sceptered subjects wait
On his commands below.
[A full Chorus of the whole Song: After which, the grand Dance.
Arth. [To Merl.] Wisely you have, whate'er will please, revealed:
What would displease, as wisely have concealed: