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Scen. 8.
Chorus, Song 1.
1.
Let sable mourning fling awayHer dusty Robes, here comes the day,
Which makes bright Ceres smile to see
Such Bacchalian tranquillity,
All Gods and Goddesses both far and ne're,
Must sing and praise this day with grateful cheer
2.
The Stygian lakes must cease to be,And Cerberus greedy of his fee,
Mars yields up, and gives Peace the Crown;
Then let us all clap hands for joy of this,
That nought can recompence below a blisse.
[Chorus.]
Song 2.
See how the flocks possesse the ground,
While men do wait thereon,
And all things in a blessed form,
And joyfull union;
All Cities quiet, singing hymns,
While children plaies thereby,
Skies send to them a happy morn,
All by milde jubily;
Therefore since peace doth make these things,
Let us spend all our dayes
To frame such peace while peace doth last
In all our wandring wayes:
How bravely Nymphs and Satyrs play,
And skip in valleys low;
And how great Jove doth like the same
In such a pleasant shew;
Then sound, clap hands, and make a noyse,
Till skies they do rebound,
To see such friendship and such love,
'Twixt their Land and this ground.
Exeunt.
The Graces, with the Ring of Amity.
Agl.
Aberden caus'd Celerinus to fly.
Tha.
Celerinus made Aberden know why.
Eup.
Neither of those Kings knew which first should die.
At.
Here's Aberdens ashes laid in tomb,
And Souldiers lye so thick, there is no room
For future damage, the clear stars wax dim,
A Serpent now is vice-roy of all sin,
His subject made their answer and design,
Still viewing Countries, till with him made fine;
The wide mouth of all swallowing angers throat,
No Empire bounded, but this Nymph will see
The bounds and freedom of its liberty;
She's born of crooked nature, 'cause her will
Is oft imploy'd to manage what is ill;
But let grim Anger wait, as long as days,
Or years, or months, or Sol hath any rays,
She still shall be debarred from us three,
Who live in ring (naked) of amity.
Tha.
The hellish Queen, great Adrenimia's paid
To her deserts, in prison chain'd, and laid
For future trouble of a dreadful day;
Greedy her hands were to spill blood alway;
But now expect revenge from that same King,
Where she imploy'd such a Lethalian thing.
Eup.
The Prince Hollarro still must wander time,
In smiling Dales and Woods then full of crime;
The hoysting sayls of all his hope must be,
After foul cross to have community,
Until the spangled skies doth give such rays,
I wish bright Sol may turn all nights to dayes;
But if my wish be too severe in sight,
I wish all native Princes had their right.
Exeunt.
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