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But ah! what Language can I try,
My Injured Queen to pacify.
No ſooner ſhe reſignes her Heart,
But from her Armes I’m forc’t to part.
How can ſo hard a Fate be took,
One Night enjoy’d, the next forſook.
Your be the blame, ye Gods, for I
Obey your will - but with more Eaſe cou’d dye,
Cho. Then ſince our Charmes have Sped,
A Merry Dance be Led
By the Nymphs of Carthage to pleaſe us.
They ſhall all Dance to eaſe us.
A Dance that ſhall make the Spheres to wonder,
Rending thoſe fair Groves aſunder.
The Groves Dance.
ACT the Third,
Scene the Ships.
Enter the Saylors.
The Sorcereſs and her Inchantereſs.
Cho. COme away, fellow Saylors your Anchors be
Tide and Tide will admit no delaying. (weighing,
Take a Bouze ſhort leave of your Nymphs on the Shore,
And Silence their Morning,
VVith Vows of returning.
But never intending to Viſit them more.
The Saylors Dance.
Sorc. See the Flags and Streamers Curling,
Anchors weighing, Sails unfurling.
Phœbus pale deluding Beames,
Guilding more deceitful Streams.
Our Plot has took,
The Queen forſook, ho, ho, ho.
Eliſas ruin’d, ho, ho, ho, next Motion,
Muſt be to ſtorme her Lover on the Ocean.
From the Ruines of others our pleaſure we borrow,
Eliſas bleeds to Night, and Carthage Flames tomorrow.
Cho. Deſtruction our delight, delight our greateſt Sorrow,
Eliſas dyes to Night, and Carthage Flames to Morrow.
| Jack of the Lanthorn leads the Spaniards out of their way among the Inchantereſſes. |
A Dance.
