Till earth, receding from our eyes,
Shall vanish as we soar.
FIRST PRIEST.
Recitative.
No more! Too long has justice been delay'd;
The king's commands must fully be obey'd:
Compliance with his will your peace secures;
Praise but our gods, and every good is yours.
But if, rebellious to his high command,
You spurn the favours offer'd from his hand,