Why pause ye now? to your infernal reeds Now let the hand, and lip be quick applied! Our Stygian Emperor! Spread to the wind SCENE THE FOURTH. SERPENT, VAIN GLORY, SATAN, VOLANO, and SPIRITS. Serpent. To pleasures, and to joys, Of Man's completed crime The mournful messenger. Satan. Behold! again expanded in the air Th' insignia of hell! Hear now the sounds of triumph, And voices without number That raise to heav'n the shout of victory! Serpent. Lo, I return, ye Spirits of Avernus, Lo, to these deep infernal realms of darkness Forc'd his aspiring crown, of fragile glass; Satan. The torrent hastes not to the sea so rapid, Nor yet so rapid in the realm of fire Flashes kindle, and die, As the quick circling hours Of good, are join❜d to evil In life's corrupted state ; The work of my great Lord, nor less the work Of thee, great Goddess of the scene condemn'd; To shew ourselves of both the blest adorers! Serpent. Now, from their bended knees let all arise, And to increase our joys Let thy glad song, Canoro, Now memorize the prosperous toil of hell. Canoro. Happy Canoro, rais'd to matchless bliss, Since tis thy lot to speak The prosperous exploits of Lucifer, Behold! I bend the knee, And sing thy triumph in a joyous strain. The mighty monarch of the deadly realm. Now raise the tumid form Avernus, banish grief; Man is involv'd in snares, And death is glutted with his frail existence. This is the potent, brave, And antient enemy Of man, the dauntless foe, And dread destroyer of the starry court. No more contentment dwell In the terrestrial seat: Thou moon, and sun, be darken'd, And every element to chaos turn! From a corrupted source, A weak, and hapless offspring, Thanks to the fruit, his progeny shall prove. To that exalted seat By destiny our due, Can deaths vile prey ascend, Who now lies prostrate at the feet of hell? Serpent. Silence, no more! now in superior joys Ye quick and flutt'ring spirits, Now, now, your wings expand, Weave a delightful dance! SCENE THE FIFTH. A Chorus of SPRIGHTS in the shape of ANTICS, SERPENT, SATAN, VOLAN, CANORO, VAIN GLORY, and SPIRITS. To thee behold us flying, Round thee behold us sporting, O monarch of Avernus! To recreate thy heart in joyous dance! Man was of flesh, now all of dust, Such is the will of hideous death; No more is his, wretched in all, Now let us weave, joyous and dancing, Ties as many, As now hells prosperous Chieftain Spreads around man, who weeps, and wails, Is almost render'd by his anguish. Man O heaven; Stygian Serpent has o'erwhelm'd him, Since our king has prov'd victorious. But, what think'st thou ? heav'n in sorrow He will spring to scenes celestial; And he there will wreck his vengeance On the Godhead That is now in heav'n so troubled. Serpent. Ah what lofty sounding trumpets Thro' the extensive fields of heav'n rebellow? Vain Glory. Ah from my triumph, now I fall to hell Thro' subterraneous scenes exhaling fire, With all my fatal pomp at once I sink ! Serpent. And I alas! am plunging With thee to deepest horror! Satan. Avoid, avoid companions This unexpected lustre ; That brings alas to us a night of horror! Volano. Alas, why should we tarry? Fly all, O fly with speed |