SAXON WEIMAR

The sturdy boor Shall plough his fields in safety, and ascribe To you, great Duke, that happiness: 'twas you, Who when Bellona thundered through the land, Did stop the steel-winged Goddess in her course, Who when our Armies, Like a raging flood, Did bear down all before them, did oppose, The greedy torrent, boldly turned it back, Into its native body, and conjoined With you so inured to conquest, he were less Then man, and more then coward, that could fear Any ensuing dangers. The sole reason That drew us to this meeting. It's so concluded betwixt me and her father, For both our goods, be not you nice Emilia, The noble youth's so furnished with all worth, You needs must Like him. My Lord I'm glad Of this fair interview I and my daughter Were even conferring of you; sir as yet She's something timorous, dreads a Soldiers looks. Now they are entered, I'll steal away and leave them. Insufferable injury! So welcome Is this your proffes'd amity, no blessing Heaven in its fullest bounty could have showered, Could have arrived more pleasing, and to show How much we prize your friendship, your the son, Young Frederick be affianced to my daughter, The tie of nature to the tie of blood, Will make the union perfect.