After the Appearance of a
Floating Island,
Enter the
Prologue, as coming out of the Sea.
To the King and Queenes Majesty.
Whatever Element we light upon
(Great Monarch & bright Queen) 'tis yours alone.
Shook from my station on that giddy Shore,
That flotes in Seas, in wretchednesse much more,
I hardly scap'd to tell what stormes arise
Through rage of the Inhabitants: mine eyes
Behold a wonder; Blustring Tempests there,
Yet Sun and Moon fair shining both so neer.
Should your Land stagger thus, I wish the Age,
Might end such acting sooner then the Stage:
Yet in these Tumults you shall onely see
A tottring Throne held firme by Majestie.
