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SCENE II.
Discovers a View of the Tagus.The Portuguese Fleet under sail, beyond the several Forts; toward which, the French Troops are seen marching.—The shores crouded with spectators, those nearest the front of the Stage sing the following Ode.—The British Squadron appear in the distance, advancing to join the Navy of Portugal.—At the conclusion of the Ode the two Fleets fire a Royal Salute.
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ODE.
Beyond the Tyrant's grasp of power,
Whose deeds the page of hist'ry stain;
Thy subjects hail the happy hour,
That frees thee from the galling chain.
Whose deeds the page of hist'ry stain;
Thy subjects hail the happy hour,
That frees thee from the galling chain.
Farewel for ever!—o'er the deep,
Thou wanderest with a Nation's sighs;
A Nation, that thy loss will weep,
And tell thy fate with streaming eyes.
Thou wanderest with a Nation's sighs;
A Nation, that thy loss will weep,
And tell thy fate with streaming eyes.
Yet, why for thee our sorrows flow,
Who seekest Freedom through the waves;
Disdain'st in vassalage to bow,
And join the band of sceptred slaves.
Who seekest Freedom through the waves;
Disdain'st in vassalage to bow,
And join the band of sceptred slaves.
O'er His, how nobly towers thy name,
Whose steps the fiend-like Furies lead;
Who courts from Infamy a fame,
And lives upon the murder'd dead.
Whose steps the fiend-like Furies lead;
Who courts from Infamy a fame,
And lives upon the murder'd dead.
CHORUS.
Go, Prince, and may th' auspicious wind
Conduct thy virtues to that sphere,
Where dove-ey'd Peace may calm thy mind,
That feels a storm of troubles here.
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