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BELSHAZZAR (1745) An Oratorio by Georg Friedrich Händel (1685 - 1759) Words by Charles Jennens 34. Chorus of Persians and Medes To arms, to arms, no more delay! God and Cyrus lead the way. Scene 2 A banquet-room, adorned with the images of the Babylonian gods. Belshazzar, his wives, concubines, and lords, drinking out of the Jewish temple-vessels, and singing the praises of their gods. 35. Chorus of Babylonians Ye tutelar gods of our empire, look down, And see what rich trophies your victory crown. Let our bounteous gifts, which our gratitude raise, Wine, gold, merry notes, pay our tributes of praise. Sesach, this night is chiefly thine, Kind donor of the sparkling wine! 36. Air Belshazzar Let the deep bowl thy praise confess, Thy gifts the gracious giver bless! Thy gifts, of all the gods bestow, Improve by use, and sweeter grow. Another bowl! 'Tis gen'rous wine, Exalts the human to divine. 37. Accompagnato Belshazzar Where is the God of Judah's boasted pow'r? Let him reclaim his lost magnificence, Assert his rights, prov'd ours by long possession, And vindicate his injur'd honour! — Ah! As he is going to drink, a hand appears writing upon the wall over against him: he sees it, turns pale with fear, drops the bowl of wine, falls back in his seat, trembling from head to foot, and his knees knocking against each other. Babylonians Help, help the king! He faints, he dies! What envious demon blasts our joys, And into sorrow turns? Look up, O king! Speak, cheer thy friends! Say, why our mirth thus sudden ends, And the gay circle mourns? Belshazzar Behold! See there! Pointing to the hand upon the wall, which, while they gaze at it with astonishment, finishes the writing, and vanishes. Babylonians Oh, dire portentous signt! But see, 'tis gone, And leaves behind it types unknown, Perhaps some stern decree of fate, Big with the ruin of our state! What God, or godlike man, can tell The sense of this mysterious spell? 38. Recitative Belshazzar Call all my Wise Men, Sorcerers, Chaldeans, Astrologers, Magicians, Soothsayers: They can perhaps unfold the mystic words, Dispel our doubts, and ease us of our fears.