Graced with successive gifts, at length he shone

With wondering Trollio on the sacred throne.

With pleasure's arts, and sophistry's refined,

Alike he pleas'd the body and the mind;

Skilful alike to cheat the wandering soul,

Or mix luxurious pleasure's midnight bowl.

All these, and more, at Christiern's sudden call,

(A shining conclave) fill the towering hall.

Ere yet they enter'd, Trollio left the rest,

Th' advancing monarch met, and thus address'd:

"Hear, Christiern, hear! th' unwelcome news attend,

Forced from the lips of an unwilling friend.

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Nor think 'tis from a mean suspicious heart

I speak my message from our friends apart;

I know their general worth, in duty tried,

Yet in one man I tremble to confide:

False to his country, to himself, and thee,

Sick of success, and tired of infamy,

Ernestus now prepares to burst your yoke,

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