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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arise :
See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes !

Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand!
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes, And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods. The princes applaud, with a furious joy; And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy:

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

CH OR U S.
And the king seiz'da flambeau with zeal to destroy ;
Thais led the

way, To light bim to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

VII.
Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While

organs yet were mute ;
Timotheus, to his breathing flute,

And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame ;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown

before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;
He rais'd a mortal to the skies
She. drew an angel down.

Grand CH OR U S.
At last, divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame ;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. VOL. II.

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Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown ; He rais'd a mortal to the skies ;

She drew an angel down.

THE

SECULAR MASQUE,

Enter Janus.

. Hronos,

An hundred times the
Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.
Behold, behold, the goal in fight,
Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter Chronos, with a scythe in his band, and a

globe on his back; which he sets down at bis entrance.

of

my weight,

Chronos. Weary, weary

Let me, let me drop my freight,

And leave the world behind.
I could not bear,
Another year,
The load of human-kind.

Enter Momus laughing.
Momus. Ha! ha! ha!ha'ha! ha! wellhaltthou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,
The world was a fool, e'er since it begun,
And since neither Janus nor Chronos, nor I,

Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

'Tis better to laugh than to cry. Cho. of all three. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

Janus. Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,
That he may fee, in every scene,
What changes in this age

have been. Chronos. Then goddess of the silver bow begin.

[Horns, or hunting-music within.]

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Enter Diana.
Di. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day;

And hye to the woodland-walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon.
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,
And chace the wild goats o'er summits of

rocks,

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