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 And in dejected State Thus moans her hapless Fate; Ah wretched me, must Cæsar for my sake,        These fatal dangers undertake. No, no, ye awful Powers, no, no,        Fate must some meaner force Employ. Fate must not let him go;        But Glory cryes go on;           On, on, Illustrious Man;         Leave not the Work undone,         Thou hast so well begun. Go on, great Prince go on. Chorus.  See, See, all Europe bend their eyes           On thy great enterprize:         Advance thy dazling Shield,           And hast then to the Field;         Hast, hast, to Honour and Renown,         Honour, that on a Heroe's brow shines brighter than a Crown. Chorus of All.

''Exalt, exalt, your Voices high, And with your skilful melody: Raise Gloriana's grief to Joy: Bring warbling Lutes to hush her Cares, Bring moving Flutes to Charm her ears. Ah! may their softning Influence Each passion Calm, please every sence: And never, never, let her Mourn; Great Cæsar's Absence short will be, and Glorious His Return.''