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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the furies arife:

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!

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Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were flain,

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 Perfian abodes,
And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile 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.

CHORUS.

And the king feiz'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.

Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus, to his breathing flute,

And founding lyre,

Could swell the foul to rage, or kindle soft defire. At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
And added length to folemn 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 CHORUS.

At last, divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds,

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.

THE

SECULAR MASQUE.

Janus.

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Enter Janus.

Hronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling sun

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 hand, and a globe on his back; which he fets down at his

entrance.

Chronos. Weary, weary of my weight,
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! wellhast thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,

The world was á a fool, e'er since it begun,

And fince 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 see, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been.

Chronos. Then goddess of the filver bow begin. [Horns, or bunting-mufic within.]

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 foon,
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

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