The scene changes to a Scene of Tombs and Dungeons; Men
and Women chain'd in Rows opposite to each other; in the
Front of the Captives Florestan and Corisanda. A Guard
of Dæmons. Plaintive Musick.
To be sung by a Captive King.
Look down, ye Pow'rs, look down,
And cast a pitying Eye
Upon a Monarch's Misery.
Look down, look down.
I who but now, on Thrones of Gold,
Gave Laws to Kingdoms uncontroul'd,
To Empire born,
From Empire torn,
A wretched Slave,
A wretched Slave,
Am now of Slaves the Scorn.
Alas! the Smiles of Fortune prove
As variable as Womens Love.
Look down, ye Pow'rs, look down,
And cast a pitying Eye,
Upon a Monarch's Misery.
Look down, look down,
Avenge affronted Majesty,
Avenge, avenge, avenge,
Affronted Majesty.
