[A trumpet sounds and Fame enters.
Fame.
From land to land let my clear voice extend,
And, with its sweetest, most melodious sound,
To every soul an ardent longing lend
To make this deed eternally renowned!
Raise, Romans, raise your heads, which lowly bend,
Bear off this body, which such vigour found,
In green and tender age, to snatch from you
The glorious triumph which you thought your due!