That all his wealth and glory, powerful Sire,
May pass away in clouds of murky air,
As thou canst do it, and as I desire.
Second Priest.
May Heaven restrain the foe with arm laid bare,
As now we hold this victim firmly bound,
And may he share the fate she hath to share!
First Priest.
Ill bodes the augury; no hope is found
That our beleaguered town will e'er be free