Drums and trumpets toll the knell, Now, now they grapple, and now board amain; 15 Down comes the mast and yard, and tacklings fall; INCANTATION IN EDIPUS. TIR. CHOOSE the darkest part o' th' grove, Such as ghosts at noonday love. Dig a trench, and dig it nigh Where the bones of Laius lie; ALL PR. 'Tis done. TIR. Is the sacrifice made fit? Full betwixt her horns and brows: 6 i) And turn your faces from the sun, ALL PR. 'Tis done. TIR. Pour in blood, and blood-like wine, To Mother Earth and Proserpine: Mingle milk into the stream; Feast the ghosts that love the steam: Toss it in, to make them boil; 15 20 Answer me, if this be done? ALL PR. 'Tis done. SONGS IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. I. CEASE, Augusta! cease thy mourning, Happy days appear, Godlike Albion is returning, Loyal hearts to cheer! Every grace his youth adorning, Glorious as the star of morning, Or the planet of the year. II. ALBION, by the nymph attended, Peace and plenty spread the sails 25 From the sands in safety bore him, And supplied Etesian gales. Archon on the shore commanding, Lowly met him at his landing, Crowds of people swarm'd around; Welcome, rang like peals of thunder, Welcome, rent the skies asunder, Welcome, heaven and earth resound. 5 10 III. INFERNAL offspring of the Night, And blast the beauteous frame of our victorious foe. IV. SEE the god of seas attends thee, 5 V. ALBION, lov'd of gods and men, Still thou art the care of heaven, In thy age, when none could aid thee, Foes conspir'd, and friends betray'd thee. To the brink of danger driven, Still thou art the care of heaven. 5 10 SONGS IN KING ARTHUR. I. Where a battle is supposed to be given behind the scenes, with drums, trumpets, and military shouts and excursions; after which, the Britons, expressing their joy for the victory, sing this song of triumph. COME, if you dare, our trumpets sound; We come, we come, we come, we come, Says the double, double, double beat of the thundering drum. Now they charge on amain, Now they rally again: The gods from above the mad labour behold, The fainting Saxons quit their ground, To the plunder we run: 5 10 We return to our lasses like fortunate traders, 15 Triumphant with spoils of the vanquish'd invaders. II. MAN SINGS. OH sight, the mother of desires, "Tis sweet, when tedious night expires, To see the rosy morning gild The mountain-tops, and paint the field! $ But when Clarinda comes in sight, She makes the summer's day more bright; And when she goes away, 'tis night. CHORUS. When fair Clarinda comes in sight, &c. WOMAN SINGS. 'Tis sweet the blushing morn to view; And plains adorn'd with pearly dew: 10 |