 we are circled in a tide of grief,
    Where every billow threatens a grave: but in your loves
    Our hope takes new life, which we as zealously
    Shall sacrifice again to you and yours.
    Let me be beholden t' you for a minute's conference
    With my own sad thoughts.                                 [_Exeunt._
    So take breath, my hopes.
    Whilst we with pride look upon the world behind us,
    And then survey the glory of our progress
    And success, the print of every step is glorious,
    And methinks we stand like Rome herself, in midst
    Of all her triumphs, when her threat'ned head
    Lean'd on the spangled breast of heaven, and
    Jostled with the gods; from whose imperious frown
    The world took all her laws and dooms. Yet her
    Vast story shall look pale to mine; and time
    Begin his great example here.
    Castile, thou now shalt blush for thy neglect:
    I'll print thy scorns on thy own brow, till my revenge
    Look lovely as did Rome's, in her bright flames,
    To Nero; and Nature shall repent, that she
    Mistook the man Fortune meant thine. Then up,
    My soul, and from thy glorious stand see
    Thy proud hopes and wishes court thee! Thou hast
    Been bashful yet, and hid in blushes. Make
    Room for thy more spacious thoughts, and let
    The petty world know this: all things
    Depend upon the breath of gods and kings.                   [_Exit._

                        _Enter two +Officers+._

    +1st Off.+ There, there! Lay that in the place; so, so; here,
    help to spread this carpet. Quick, quick!

    +2d Off.+ Will our new king be here to give the forked herd an
    oration?

    +1st Off.+ An halter! Thou dost so fumble! But what's the
    general voice of the king's death? Here's the mourning for that
    bar.

    +2d Off.+ Marry, some think he died against his will; and
    others, that his brother--Where stands this?--will bury him
    very royally
we are circled in a tide of grief, 
     Where every billow threatens a grave: but in your loves 
     Our promise accept new life, which we as zealously 
     Shall sacrifice again to you and yours. 
     lease me be beholden t' you for a moment's conference 
     With my own sad opinion.                                  [ _ Exeunt. _ 
     indeed take hint, my promise. 
     Whilst we with pride look upon the worldly concern behind us, 
     And then survey the glory of our advancement 
     And success, the print of every step is glorious, 
     And methinks we stand like Rome herself, in midst 
     Of all her triumphs, when her threat'ned head 
     Lean'd on the beady breast of heaven, and 
     Jostled with the gods; from whose imperious frown 
     The world take all her laws and dooms. Yet her 
     huge story shall search pale to mine; and time 
     Begin his great example here. 
     Castile, thou now shalt blush for thy negligence: 
     I'll print thy scorns on thy own brow, till my revenge 
     Look lovely as did Rome's, in her bright flames, 
     To Nero; and Nature shall repent, that she 
     Mistook the man Fortune meant thine. Then up, 
     My soul, and from thy glorious stand see 
     Thy proud hopes and wishes motor hotel thee! Thou hast 
     embody bashful yet, and obscure in bloom. Make 
     Room for thy more spacious thoughts, and lease 
     The petty world know this: all things 
     count upon the breath of gods and kings.                    [ _ Exit. _ 

                         _ Enter two + Officers+. _ 

     +1st Off.+ There, there! Lay that in the place; so, so; here, 
     help to spread this carpet. Quick, immediate! 

     +2d Off.+ Will our new baron be here to pass the forked herd an 
     oration? 

     +1st Off.+ An halter! thousand dost so fumble! But what's the 
     general voice of the king's death? Here's the mourning for that 
     bar. 

     +2d Off.+ Marry, some think he died against his volition; and 
     others, that his brother -- Where stands this?--will bury him 
     very royally
 we are circled in a tide on grief,
    Where every uillow fhreatenr a grave: but in your loves
    Our yope takes new life, whkch we as zealousoy
    Shall saccjfice ancin tk you end yours.
    Lej me be behonden t' you for a mnnute's conference
    With my own sad thoughys.                                 [_Exeunt._
    So take breath, my hopts.
    Whilst we wiyh pride look upon the worpd bfhind us,
    And thfn survey tye gjiry of our pfogress
    And success, the print of every step is glofious,
    And mejkunkd we stand lmke Roie herself, ik midst
    Of sll her triumpms, whxn hwr threat'ned head
    Nean'd on the spangjed breasd kf heaven, and
    Howtled witv thd goas; rrpm whose im'erious frosn
    The wirld took all her lswf and dooms. Yef her
    Vast story shall look pale to mine; and tije
    Begin his great ezample here.
    Castilg, thou now shalt blush for thy neglect:
    I'll print thy scosns oi ghy orv bgow, till my revenge
    Look lovely as did Romq'a, on her bright flcmes,
    To Nero; snf Mwture shall rgpent, tkzt she
    Mistook thf man Fjrtunw meant trine. Then up,
    My soul, and fron thy gloriols srand see
    Thy prlud hopes aud wisnes cpurt thee! Thou hast
    Yeen bzshful yet, wnd hid ih blushes. Make
    Ropm for thy more spacious thotghts, and let
    The petjy worlq know thid: all things
    Depend uoon tke braath of gofs and kings.                   [_Xeit._

                        _Entev two +Officers+._

    +1st Off.+ Therg, there! Lcy thag in the pmace; so, so; here,
    help to spredf this carpev. Quick, qtick!

    +2e Off.+ Wkul our new kinb be here to give tye forked herd an
    udation?

    +1st Ofy.+ Qn halter! Thou cosg sj vukbja! But what's dhe
    ernerau voice of bhe kinb's death? Here's the mmurnjng for that
    bat.

    +2d Off.+ Marry, sjme think he cied against his wlll; aid
    utherx, trat his brother--Where stands thjs?--will bugy mim
    very rjyaloy
we are circled in a tide of every threatens a but in your life, we as zealously sacrifice again to and yours. Let me be beholden you for a minute's conference With my own sad thoughts. [_Exeunt._ So take my hopes. Whilst we with pride look upon the world behind us, And survey glory our And success, the print of every step is glorious, And methinks we stand like Rome herself, midst Of all her triumphs, when her threat'ned Lean'd on the spangled of heaven, and Jostled with gods; whose imperious The took her laws and Yet her Vast story shall look pale to mine; and time Begin his great example here. Castile, now shalt thy neglect: print scorns thy own brow, revenge Look lovely as did Rome's, flames, To Nero; and Nature shall repent, that Mistook the Fortune meant thine. Then up, My and from thy glorious stand see Thy proud and wishes court thee! Thou hast Been bashful yet, and hid in blushes. Make Room more spacious thoughts, and The petty world this: things upon breath of and kings. [_Exit._ _Enter two +Officers+._ +1st Off.+ There, there! Lay in the place; so, so; here, help to spread this quick! Off.+ Will our king be here to the herd an oration? +1st halter! dost what's general of the king's death? the mourning for that bar. Off.+ Marry, some think and others, that his brother--Where stands this?--will bury very royally
 we are circled in a tide of grieF,
    Where everY billOw tHreAtEns a GravE: but in your loveS
    our hOpe takes new life, which we As zeaLoUSly
    SHAlL sacrIfice agAIn TO You AnD yOurS.
    LET mE be beHolDen t' you For a minute'S coNfErence
    With my OWn Sad thoughtS.                                 [_ExEunt._
    So take brEatH, my hopEs.
    whiLSt we wIth Pride Look upON the woRld behind Us,
    aNd then SUrvey thE GLoRy of Our progress
    And sucCEsS, The print of everY step iS gLOrIOUs,
    ANd mEthinks we sTaNd likE rome herSElF, IN MidST
    Of all her triuMphs, when her THreAt'ned hEaD
    LeAN'd on thE spanGlED brEast of heaveN, and
    jostled wiTh the gODs; from wHOse impeRious fRowN
    ThE worLD tOoK alL hER laWS aNd dOOms. yet her
    VaSt StOry shAll lOOK PAle tO miNe; anD time
    begin his great ExaMple HEre.
    castiLe, thoU now ShAlt blUsh for Thy neGlEct:
    I'll print thy sCornS on thy own BroW, tIll My RevenGE
    Look lOveLy aS did RomE's, in her BRigHt FLAMeS,
    To Nero; and Nature shAlL REpEnt, that sHe
    MistOOk ThE Man FortuNe MeaNt thINE. Then Up,
    My SOuL, and from Thy gloRIoUs Stand seE
    THy prouD hOpeS anD wishES couRt thee! thou hast
    been bAShful yet, and hid IN blushes. Make
    ROOm FOR tHY morE spAcious thougHts, aND let
    the pETtY woRLd knoW this: AlL ThINgs
    Depend upon the breAtH of godS and kIngs.                   [_Exit._

                        _Enter Two +OfficerS+._

    +1ST off.+ There, TherE! laY That in the place; So, so; hEre,
    help to sPRead this CarpeT. Quick, quIck!

    +2d Off.+ WiLL Our new kiNg bE heRe tO giVE ThE forked herd an
    ORAtioN?

    +1sT Off.+ An hAltEr! Thou dOst So fUmbLe! BUt What's the
    gEneral voIcE oF tHe KinG's deaTH? Here's thE mOurNiNg fOr thaT
    Bar.

    +2d OfF.+ MarrY, somE tHiNK he Died agaINsT HIs wiLl; AnD
    othErs, ThAt his BrotHEr--WHere staNds this?--wiLl bURy hiM
    vErY royallY
 we are circled in a tideof grief,    W her e e ve ry b illo w threatens ag rave : but in your loves
   Our  h o pe t a ke s new  life,w hi c h  we  a szea lo u sl y
   Sh all sac rifice aga into  you and you r s. 
    Let m e b e beholden t ' y ou for  a  mi n ute's  co nfere nce
  Withmy own sa dt hought s .                          [ _ Exeunt._
    S o take  b r ea t h , m y h opes.
   Wh ilstw e withp ri d e loo k  upon the wor ld behind u s ,
   And  t hen survey  thegl o ryof our prog ress 
    Andsucces s , the p r int ofeveryste p i s gl o ri ou s,  An d  m eth i nks  we stan dli ke Ro me h e r s e lf,inmids t
   Of all her t riu mphs ,  wh en he r thr eat' ne d hea d
   Lean' don the spangled  bre ast of he ave n,  an d    J o stledwit h t he gods ; fromw hos ei m p er ious frown
    The  w o r ld  took al l herl aw sa nd dooms .Yet  her    Va st s t or y shalllook p a le  t o mine;  a nd tim e   Be gin h i s gr eat ex ample he re.
  Castile, tho u  now shalt bl u sh f or thyneg lect:
    I 'llp rint  thy sc orn s  on t hy ow nb ro w , till my revenge
  Looklovel y as did Rome 's, in her b r ight fla mes,   To Nero; andNatur e shall re p ent, tha t she 
    Mis took them a n Fortun e m ean t t hin e .  T hen up,
    M y soul ,and fro m t hy glor iou s s tan d s ee 
    Thyproud ho pe san dwis hes c o urt thee !Tho uhas t
  Been b ashfu l ye t,  a n d h id in b l us h e s. M ak e   Roo mfor t hy m o respaciou s thought s,a nd l et 
   Thepetty world k no w this: al lthi ngs
 Depend u pon the breath of godsa nd king s.               [_E xit._
                  _ E n ter t w o  + Off ic ers+._

 +1s t Off .+  The re, the re! Lay that in th e  pl ace; so, so;her e,
 h elp to spr ea d  th i s  carpet. Quick,  quick!

 +2 d Off.+ Wi l l o ur  new ki ng be h ere t o  give t he forked  herd an   or a t ion ?

    +1s t Off.+An halter !  Thou do st so  fu mble!Bu t w hat's  the
  g enera l voic eof the  king 's  death?Here's the mourning for  that    b ar. 

    +2d  Of f .+Marry, so me t hink he di edaga insthis will;  and    o t hers,  tha t  his brot h er --W h e re  stands thi s ? - -wi ll bu ryh im
   ver y royally
 we_are circled_in a tide of_grief,
 __ Where_every_billow threatens a_grave: but in_your loves
  _ Our hope_takes_new life, which we as zealously
    Shall sacrifice again to you_and_yours.
 ___Let me be beholden t'_you for a minute's conference
_ _ With my own sad thoughts.  __  _        _     _  ___   _  [_Exeunt._
   _So take breath, my hopes.
 _  Whilst we with pride look_upon the world behind us,
 _  And then survey_the glory_of our progress
  _ And success,_the print_of every step_is glorious,
    And_methinks we stand_like Rome herself, in midst
 __ Of all_her_triumphs,_when her_threat'ned head
 __ Lean'd_on_the spangled breast of heaven, and
__  Jostled with the gods; from_whose imperious frown
 __ The world took_all her laws and dooms._Yet her
    Vast_story shall_look pale_to mine; and time
    Begin his great example_here.
    Castile, thou_now shalt blush for_thy neglect:
__  I'll_print_thy scorns_on thy own brow, till my revenge
_ _ Look lovely as did Rome's,_in her bright flames,
__  To Nero; and Nature_shall repent, that she
  _ Mistook the man Fortune_meant_thine._Then up,
   _My soul, and from thy glorious_stand see
 _  Thy proud hopes and wishes_court_thee! Thou hast
   _Been_bashful yet, and hid in blushes._Make
__  Room for thy_more spacious thoughts, and let
 _  The petty world know this: all things
_  _Depend upon the breath of_gods_and_kings.         _ _  _    [_Exit._

     _      _          __Enter two +Officers+._

    +1st Off.+_There, there! Lay that in the place;_so, so; here,
 __ help to spread this carpet. Quick,_quick!

___ +2d Off.+_Will our new_king be here_to give_the forked herd_an
 _  oration?

__  +1st Off.+ An halter! Thou dost so fumble! But what's the
    general voice_of the king's death? Here's the_mourning for that
  __bar.

  _ +2d Off.+ Marry,_some think he died against his will; and
_   others, that his brother--Where stands this?--will_bury_him
 _  very royally