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 Leave they your wreath of love inviolate. What Venus twin'd, the bearer of glad fortune, The sullen orb of Mars soon tears to pieces.

Soon will this gloomy empire reach its close. Blest be the General's zeal: into the laurel Will he inweave the olive-branch, presenting Peace to the shouting nations. Then no wish Will have remain'd for his great heart! Enough Has he perform'd for glory, and can now Live for himself and his. To his domains Will he retire; he has a stately seat Of fairest view at Gitschin; Reichenberg, And Friedland Castle, both lie pleasantly— Even to the foot of the huge mountains here Stretches the chase and covers of his forests: His ruling passion, to create the splendid, He can indulge without restraint; can give A princely patronage to every art, And to all worth a Sovereign's protection. Can build, can plant, can watch the starry courses—

Yet I would have you look, and look again, Before you lay aside your arms, young friend! A gentle bride, as she is, is well worth it That you should woo and win her with the sword.

Oh, that the sword could win her!

What was that? Did you hear nothing? Seem'd, as if I heard Tumult and larum in the banquet-room. [Exit Countess. Rh