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A collection of poems on various subjects

including the theatre, a didactic essay; in the course of which are pointed out, the rocks and shoals to which deluded adventurers are inevitably exposed. Ornamented with cuts and illustrated with notes, original letters and curious incidental anecdotes [by Samuel Whyte]

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[Scene I.]

Scene, a desert Coast; in the Back Ground a troubled Sea; clouded Moon, &c.—Thunder and Lightning—Screech Owl—Enter Witches severally, flying down on different sides—Hecate from above, over a skirt of the Sea.
1st Witch.
Hecate!

2d Witch.
Hecate!

3d Witch.
Hecate!

Hecate.
Who calls for me?
I come, I come, I come—prepar'd you see— [Showing her wand.

What is't now, Beldames! you would have me do?
Bind up the Welkin, or a Tempest brew?
Or shrouded in the dusky cloak of night,
With mystic visionry I'll glad your sight,
And show the poor dull-thoughted sons of care,
With true adepts how bootless to compare.
Say but the word.—


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1st Witch.
—Sister! we don't refuse
Your proffer'd aid; yet tempests we'd excuse;
Disposed to night amusing scenes to raise,
And praise deserve from those deserving praise.

Hecate.
Suppose we wake the music of the spheres,
And with melodious sounds enchant their ears—

2d Witch.
Why, sister! that were well; but nothing new;
For skill is theirs; celestial voices too;
And I divine, ere setting of the moon,
To more effect we may prefer the boon.

Hecate.
Then let's invoke the fairies for a dance—

3d Witch.
Hum!—there again we stand but little chance;
The tiny elves that deftly foot the ground
Within our limits now are rarely found.

Hecate.
I have hit it, crones!—as hitherward I bow'd,
Horsed on the summit of a murky cloud,
I mark'd a shipman o'er the ocean skim
In his tight vessel, rigg'd in gallant trim,
Plying off Howth, as conscious of her freight,
A Prince of mighty trust to bless Ierne's state.—
To prove his courage, and his mind prepare
For rubs, which men in place are doom'd to bear,
I'll loose the winds, and on the rugged rock
Dash her proud keel—at the resistless shock,
Masts, timbers, decks shall shiver to your view;
This, aye! and more, I'll do! I'll do! I'll do!


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All.
Good, sister! good; we all to that agree:

1st Witch.
And thanks receive from me!

2d Witch.
From me!

3d Witch.
From me!

[Waves her wand, and exeunt omnes.