R. Kiu. Royal Zapolya! To the heavenly powers pay we our duty first; Behold your king! and thank our country's genius, reign, Has likewise reared him worthier of the throne All. Hail, Andreas! Hail, Illyria's rightful king! And. Supported thus, O friends! 'twere cowardice Unworthy of a royal birth, to shrink From the appointed charge. Yet, while we wait In this brief while, O let me feel myself The child, the friend, the debtor!-heroic mother!- Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth Climb round thee, as the vine around its elm : Now, and from henceforth thou shalt not forbid me The powerful intercession of thy virtue, Shall my full soul address to thee, Glycine? Thou sword that leap'dst forth from a bed of roses,— Thou falcon-hearted dove? Zap. Hear that from me, son! For ere she lived, her father saved thy life, Thine, and thy fugitive mother's! Cas. Chef Ragozzi! O shame upon my head! I would have given her To a base slave! Zap. Heaven overruled thy purpose, And sent an angel to thy house to guard her! Thou precious bark! freighted with all our treasures, The sports of tempests, and yet ne'er the victim, How many may claim salvage in thee! Take her, son! A queen that brings with her a richer dowry Than orient kings can give! Sar. A banquet waits!— On this auspicious day, for some few hours With flashing light, force wisdom on us all! Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride, |