First Prince in Some Lower Court

Lucifer：

　　It is not meet for Dominations grave,

　　Powers well-disposed in state, thus to give up

　　So loosely their established rights; and since

　　The supreme Power is by His laws most bound,

　　To change becomes Him least. Let all yield

　　Who will, not one food shall I e’er retreat.

　　Nor hardship dire

　　Nor yet disaster nor anathemas

　　Shall me intimidate, or tame.

　　Here is my Fatherland

　　Chorus:

　　Am I a son

　　Of light, a ruler of the light, my place

　　I shall maintain, to no usurper bow,

　　Not even this Arch-usurper.

　　To be the first prince in some lower court

　　Is better than

　　Within the Blessed light to be the second,

　　The second, or even less.

　　To die, or to gain port

　　Around the dreadful cape, this is my destiny.

　　Doth fate decree that I must fall.

　　Of rank and honours shorn

　　Then let me fall; but fall with this my crown

　　Upon my brow, this scepter in my grasp,

　　With my own retinue of faithful troops,

　　And with these many thousands on my side.

　　Aye, thus to fall brings honour and shall shed

　　Unfading glory on my name.