Wherewith their sire incens’d both Gods and man.
Thus, thus Pendragon’s seed, so sown and reap’d,
Thus cursed imps, ill-born and worse consum’d,
Shall render just revenge for parents’ crimes,
And penance do, t’ assuage my swelling wrath.
The whiles, O Cassiopœa, gem-bright sign,
Most sacred sight and sweet celestial star,
This climate’s joy, plac’d in imperial throne,
With fragrant olive-branch portending peace;
And whosoe’er besides, ye heavenly powers,