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Camilla

An Opera
  
  
  
PROLOGUE.
  
  

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PROLOGUE.

Whilst Martial Troops, with more than Martial Rage,
For Austria these, for Bourbon those engage,
Cover with Blood th'unhappy Latian Plains,
Insult their Shepherds, and oppress their Swains,
Camilla frighten'd from her Native Seat,
Hither is driv'n to beg a safe Retreat.
O! may the exil'd Nymph a Refuge find,
Such as may ease the Labours of her Mind.
Hear her, ye Fair, in tuneful Notes complain;
Pity her Anguish, and remove her Pain.
To you her Vindication does belong,
To you the Mourner has address'd her Song:
Let her your Hearts with just Compassion move,
By Musick soften'd, and endear'd by Love.
So may your Warrior Lords successful fight,
May Honour crown the Day, and Love the Night;
May Conquest still attend their gen'rous Arms,
'Till their Swords grow as fatal as your Charms.