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Ye who have to my falling fortunes clung With gen'rous love, less to redeem their fall Than on my waning fate by noble deeds To shed a ray of graceful dignity: Ye gen'rous and devoted; still with you I thought to share all dangers: go ye now, And to the current of this swelling tide Now, wife, where wouldst thou lead me?

There, there! O, there! thou hast no other way. Most valiant, honoured men, receive your chief, Worthy the graceful honours of your love, And heaven's protecting angel go with you!

My dear and royal mistress, be not thus! The people will their sov'reign lord respect.