FIRST PRIEST.
Air.
Come on, my companions, the triumphs display,
Let rapture the minutes employ;
The sun calls us out on this festival day,
And our monarch partakes of the joy.
SECOND PRIEST.
Like the sun, our great monarch all rapture supplies;
Both similar blessings bestow:
The sun with his splendour illumines the skies;
And our monarch enlivens below.
CHALDEAN WOMAN.
Air.
Haste, ye sprightly sons of pleasure;
Love presents the fairest treasure;
Leave all other sports for me.
CHALDEAN ATTENDANT.
Or rather, Love’s delights despising,
Haste to raptures ever rising;
Wine shall bless the brave and free.