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Enter Zapolya and Andreas royally attired with
Comes she from heaven to bless us?
Heaven's work of grace is full !
Royal Zapolya! To the heavenly powers pay we our duty first; Who not alone preserved thee, but for thee And for our country, the one precious branch Of Andreas' royal house. O countrymen, Behold your king! and thank our country's genius, That the same means which has preserved our sove
reign, Has likewise reared him worthier of the throne By virtue than by birth. The undoubted proofs Pledged by his royal mother, and this old man, (Whose name henceforth be dear to all Illyrians) We haste to lay before the assembled council.
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 The awful sanction of convened Illyria, In this brief while, O let me feel myself The child, the friend, the debtor!-heroic mother:But what can breath add to that sacred name? Kiuprili! gift of Providence, to teach us That loyalty is but the public form Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth
Climb round thee, as the vine around its elm;
Hear that from me, son !
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 I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful
With flashing light, force wisdom on us all!