Beside you, in its thunder now
Aptly listen’d—
Cipr. What art thou?
Luc. One of a realm, though dimly in your charts
Discern’d, so vast that as from out of it
As from a fountain all the nations flow,
Back they shall ebb again; and sway’d by One
Who, without Oriental over-boast,
Because from him all kings their crowns derive,
Is rightfully saluted King of kings,