“‘Tis yours, O queen! to will
113 The work, which duty binds me to fulfil.
114 These airy kingdoms, and this wide command,
115 Are all the presents of your bounteous hand:
116 Yours is my sovereign’s grace; and, as your guest,
117 I sit with gods at their celestial feast.
118 Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue;
119 Dispose of empire, which I hold from you.”