_Ab._ Why, ay; and if my princess will partake--She will, she will--and 'tis not there that I shall seek reward--'Tis here! 'tis here. (_taking the princess's hand._) _Music._ [_Exeunt._ SCENES THE LAST.--_The installation, &c. All the characters discovered._ CHORUS. Hail, hour of glory! Hail, hour of glory! Long o'er our hearts may our abbot sway! Fam'd in story, Long live this hallow'd and this happy day! _Ab._ Be ever chronicled this blest event! And now my princess shall with me unite to root out secret subterraneous justice, and fixing it in fair and open day, unmask free knights, and hail the dawn of genuine freedom, and enlightened truth. FINALE. Now your lofty paeans raise, To our youthful princess' praise. Ne'er may such bless'd rulers sever-- May our princess live for ever!