Artaxerxes, Act Iii: No. 29, Finale: “Live To Us, To Empire Live”

TUTTI:  
Live to us, to Empire live
Great Augustus, long may'st thou
From the subject world receive
Laurel wreaths to adorn thy brow

MANDANE, ARBACES:  
Of his country ever free
There the royal father see!

TUTTI:  
To the patron of our laws
Pierce the air with loud applause

SEMIRA, ARTABANES:  
Virtue in his soul resides
In his truth the world confides

TUTTI:  
To the patron of our laws
Pierce the air with loud applause

MANDANE, ARBACES:  
Pity from the throne descending
How the monarch it endears
When with justice, mercy blending
In the King a God appears

SEMIRA, ARTABANES:  
Tyrants claim with iron sceptre duty 
Which our fears impart
But our gentle kind Protector
Monarch reigns o'er ev'ry heart

TUTTI:
Live to us, to Empire live
Great Augustus, long may'st thou 
From the subject world receive 
Laurel wreaths to adorn thy brow