Desist, my sons, nor mix the strain with theirs.
"Desist, my sons, nor mix the
strain with theirs."—p. 209.
Enter Chaldean Priests, attended.
FIRST PRIEST.
Air.
Come on, my companions, the triumph display,
Let rapture the minutes employ;
The sun calls us out on this festival day,
And our monarch partakes in the joy.