| Citation |
RNYG.779.246
29 Dec 1779:21 (339)
From the Public Advertiser.
AN EPITOME OF A SCENE LATELY SPOKEN BY TWO GREAT PERSONAGES.
King.
Why mourns my Queen for our young hero's safety?
Is he not guarded by our warlike sons,
Who ride triumphant on the vast abyss?
Mars and Bellexarin in his bosom glow!
Neptune's fell arm is at sole command!
And fortune wafts him on to glorious conquest!
Queen.
In this dire conflict, should a Culverine
Point to my dearest William's Princely breast,
O may the murd'rous ball dissolve in air!
The rav'nous gun rend in a thousand pieces,
Scatter destruction 'mongst the coward foe
That would attempt to spill my warrior's blood!
. . . [3 more verses between the King and Queen; verse 3
has 8 lines; verse 4 has 8 lines; verse 5 has 16 lines]
|