Tho' it were even with my single arm, again

I'd brave the multitude, which, like a deluge,

O'erwhelm'd my gallant handful; yea, wou'd meet

Undaunted, all the fury of the torrent.

'Tis honour is the guide of all my actions,

The ruling star by which I steer thro' life,

And shun the shelves of infamy and vice.

King.

King.

It was the thirst of gain which drew you on;

'Tis thus that Av'rice always cloaks its views,

Th' ambition of your Prince you gladly snatch'd

As opportunity to fill your coffers.[Pg 45]

[Pg 45]

It was the plunder of our palaces,

And of our wealthy cities, fill'd your dreams,

And urg'd you on your way; but you have met

The due reward of your audacity.

Now shake your chains, shake and delight your ears

With the soft music of your golden fetters.

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