She Reigns, Enter, the Queen

She Reigns Tis not today which thee will fail, Harken! Harken! My harnessed veil. Venom may sweep your gaze away. Travesty! Dare not to look my way. O, no, but come now, lovers. Give my course gesture no bother. Tis only, only grace bereaved, against thy spirits stripped. Bare of safety, many lips split and garments torn from dead seas and mounts! Once there were lands of the devout. Here, Your Majesty, inviteth thee, all who burn. Settle thine self in her welcome reserve. This, be one and yon only command; Your Queen says, DANCE! Yes, yes…tis exceptionally grand. I grant you favor, Greet ye to balance. Your Quenn, sits pleased and induced to laughter.