See, see, your royal get appeal, So soft like his, so soft he fell.When, when, royal fair, shall I be blest, With fair scoff of love and sad distress?Speak of it that you pursue.Any aspersion of pain,But you let die the smile,And I'll defy the feeble stone of destiny.To me you'll be crowned, my lord,Of the land of heaven and earth.To me you'll be crowned, my lord,Of the land of heaven and earth.To me you'll be crowned, my lord,Of the land of heaven and earth.And I'll defy the feeble stone of destiny.To me you'll be crowned, my lord,To me you'll be crowned, my lord,Of the land of heaven and earth.Speak not for mine,Or empire's sake,Some pity on your lover's sake,And make not in the hobblest while,The fear of horrible Troy,Once more exult.