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          And in dejected State
        Thus moans her hapless Fate;
        Ah wretched me, must Cæsar for my sake,
         These fatal dangers undertake.
         No, no, ye awful Powers, no, no,
         Fate must some meaner force Employ.
           Fate must not let him go;
         But Glory cryes go on;
           On, on, Illustrious Man;
         Leave not the Work undone,
         Thou hast so well begun.
         Go on, great Prince go on.
Chorus. See, See, all Europe bend their eyes
           On thy great enterprize:
         Advance thy dazling Shield,
           And hast then to the Field;
         Hast, hast, to Honour and Renown,
         Honour, that on a Heroe's brow shines brighter than a Crown.

  Chorus of All.

        Exalt, exalt, your Voices high,
          And with your skilful melody:
        Raise Gloriana's grief to Joy:
        Bring warbling Lutes to hush her Cares,
        Bring moving Flutes to Charm her ears.
          Ah! may their softning Influence
          Each passion Calm, please every sence:
        And never, never, let her Mourn;
        Great Cæsar's Absence short will be, and Glorious His Return.