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PROLOGUE

(_The Theatre represents a garden adorned with Termini and several fountains. A Naiad coming out of the water in a shell.)

Mortals, from Grots profound I visit you,

Gallia's great Monarch in these Scenes to view;

Shall Earth's wide Circuit, or the wider Seas,

Produce some Novel Sight your Prince to please;

Speak He, or wish: to him nought can be hard,

Whom as a living Miracle you all regard.

Fertile in Miracles, his Reign demands

Wonders at universal Nature's Hands,

Sage, young, victorious, valiant, and august,

Mild as severe, and powerful as he's just,

His Passions, and his Foes alike to foil,

And noblest Pleasures join to noblest Toil;

His righteous Projects ne'er to misapply,

Hear and see all, and act incessantly:

He who can this, can all; he needs but dare,

And Heaven in nothing will refuse his Prayer.

Let Lewis but command, these Bounds shall move,