Be reverent; the Queen approaches. Hail! 
[_Enter_ JEZEBEL.

JEZEBEL.
Micaiah, Pharmas, and Ashobal, stay.
Within few moments, when the guards return,
You will return to take your places here,
Even as you stand this minute.

MEN.
We will do so.

JEZEBEL.
All three of you; you understand?

MEN.
Yes, Madam.

JEZEBEL.
Dismiss then, till the guards appear.

[_The_ MEN _go_.
I am the King, upon whose balance lies
The nation’s need to prompt me to be wise.
Ruin to all I cherish, if I fail.
God, judge for me, thy wisdom turn the scale.
CURTAIN.

FIRST CHORUS
ROSE-FLOWER.
Once long ago young Nireus was the King
In Syme Island, so the stories say,
And at his birth the gods made holiday,
And blessed the child and gave him each one thing,
Courage, and skill, and beauty, and bright eyes,
Wisdom, and charm, and many another power,
So that he grew to manhood like a flower
For beauty, and like God for being wise.
Now Nireus’ friend was Paris, out of Troy,
Paris, the prince, the archer, who had seen

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