So our affections had not swerv’d too far.
Then mought, I[’ve] liv’d t’ enlarge the Britons’ praise
In rearing efts the first triumphant Troy,
And after thou, succeeding mine attempts,
Have spent thy courage in a juster cause.
But ’twould not be: ambition grew too great;
We could not join our minds—our fates we join’d,
And through thy blood a way was made to mine.
Second Chorus. And must we needs (O worthiest peers) forego
By this untimely fate our greatest hope?