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SCENE V.

After a Symphony is plaid, Jupiter and Juno descend with other Gods and Goddesses in the Machines, the Stage is fill'd with Nymphs, Stars, Rivers, &c. then Cupid and Psyche descend and dance; and after them is the grand Dance of Gods and Goddesses; which ended, Cynthia speaks.
Cynthia.
As when from hudled Chaos Earth was made,
And of the World the first foundation laid:
High on bright Thrones th'Eternal Council sate,
To hear the mighty Words that did create:
So a Divine Cabal now fills this place;
Ah, how can I deserve the mighty grace:
My Will does with Desires unbounded sway;
But 'tis a debt too great for me to pay.
Accept then gratefull Vows—

[Bowing to Jove.
Jupiter.
You from this hour,
Ore Heaven, as well as here, have half my Power.
Old Nature shall a second Model take,
And to Creations I'll Additions make:
Cherish the brave and good with lasting Praise,
And Crown true Virtue with Eternal Bays:
Disperse the poysonous Seeds that Vice does sow;
Which digg'd and rooted up, no more shall grow.
[Cynthia sits, and there is the Dance of Gods and Goddesses.
The Moon with a New World I will improve,
And thence the Vices of the Old remove:
Dim-sighted Mortals shall the change allow,
And the great grace of Revolution know.

Juno.
Love shall be all refin'd, pure and serene,
And in the rapture there shall be no sin;
But heavenly Souls, who the soft fire does warm;
Long Ages live and love, and think no harm.

Jupit.
It shall not such a plague as Faction know,
The Crouds Religion fram'd in Hell below:
But all in Peace and firm Obedience move,

Cynthia.
And bless the sacred Majesty of Jove.

Omnes.
And bless, &c.

Then Enter Mars and Minerva, and sing, while a Machine descends; and Cynthia, Endimion, Apollo and Hermes Enter, Endimion is chang'd into a Star, and with a Chorus the Opera concludes.
SONG, in Two Parts, between Mars and Minerva.
The Loud-tongu'd War, like Thunder,
Comes Echoing ore the Plains;
And distant Nations wonder,
Which side the glorious Conquest gains.
Tantarra rara, Trumpet sound,
Fill all the Air with Martial Rattle;
Dub, Dub-a-dub, the Noise rebounds,
To urge the Heroes on to Battle.
The Cannons roar in murdering Flame,
Up to the Skies the Smoak do's rowl:
Beat an Alarm, they Storm, they Storm;
And now Immortal William's Name,
Resounds from Poll to Poll.