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Genius and Mercury: Dispel them, disperse them, destroy them, ye heavens,
The transient glances of tempest and storm!
A merry endeavor
Now consumes our attention,
For this day to pleasure calls.
Minerva and Melpomene: Dispel them, disperse them, destroy them, ye heavens,
The transient glances of tempest and storm!

Genius: What do I here?
Mercury: Who interrupts our joy?
Genius: Minerva and Melpomene?
Minerva: So do ye think
To make now of your breast
A meeting place for pleasure
Melpomene: And that in us both
This same desire our heart not fill?

Melpomene: Charming, rare and charming instincts
Well up now within my breast;
For my bliss
And my thoughts' own sweet enchantment
Knows my mouth no meet expression.

Mercury: But why are we now so inflamed,
Wherefore is both your head and countenance
Today
So well adorned and radiantly bedecked?
Melpomene: Is it not right of us
The mighty Genius,
Which doth our Flemming's fortune guide,
With worship or with gifts to honor?
Mercury: Ye share with me my destination,
Melpomene: But who will then remain,
For now the quiet woods are still,
To tend the gods here,
If they by some distress in sleep be interrupted.

Sink ye now, untouched by worry,
In deep slumber,
O ye drowsy Gods, now rest;
Flemming's festal day appeareth,
Where I must my presence give
And therewith my full attention.

Minerva: Although
Mount Helicon
Within a gentle stillness lieth,
I'm driven by some inner force
Because of Flemming's health, luck and good fortune
To tell my joy and pleasure,
For he hath held my Muses dear.
Melpomene (Arioso): If I sing this hero's labors,
This is Flemming's proper due
And his legacy of fame:
But when I recall as well
How he doth the Muses love,
I am driven to a passion.
Genius: My altar is prepared,
Are sacrifices ready?
Mercury: Here are the incense and the wine,
But there you will the flowers find;
Genius: How fine! Here am I now in person,
Pay honor to my majesty.

Minerva: Go, good wishes, go ye quickly,
Ask ye that the end be distant
To our Flemming's joyful bliss!
Wish ye, too, that this great day
Oft and glad behold him may,
Wish but Fiat! Keep your word.

Genius: Belove'd, what ye wish
Shall be to you fulfilled;
For heaven cares for Flemming's weal,
It strengthens all his gallant members.
His house, his noble house,
Whose bloom the world beholds with wonder,
Extend itself beyond all bounds!
And his good wife,
Who doth this day's diversion witness,
Be constantly
With ample store of blessing fair adorned!
And ye, all ye who to this mirth
Are my belove'd witnesses,
Now raise aloft with me your anthems.

All: Health and bliss
Crown unending thy dear breast!
Mighty Flemming, thy great vigor
Must just like the palms stand firm;
They are never bending lowly,
Rather to the clouds ascend.
And thus will we often amidst thy good fortune
With wishes, with singing, with playing find pleasure!