CYNTHIA

Great Queen they be a troop for whom alone, One of my clearest moons I have put on, A troop that looks as if thy self and I, Had plucked our reins in, and our whips laid by To gaze upon those, that appear Brighter then we. Great Queen of shadows you are pleased to speak, Of more then may be done, we may not break The gods decrees, but when our time is come, Must driven away and give the day our room. Does this majestic show Give thee no knowledge you . High thee then, And charge the wind go from his rocky den, Let lose his subjects, only Boreas Too foul for our intentions as he was, Still keep him fast chained, we must have none here But veram ll blasts and gentle winds appear, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad bows sing, Many soft welcome to the lusty spring. Bid them draw near to have thy uva j raze Led on in couples, we are pleased to grace This noble night each in their richest things, Your own deeps or the broken vessels brings, Be prodigal and I shall be as kind, And shine at full upon you. Dark night S ike a full S ilence, do a thorough right To this great Chorus, that our music may Touch high as heaven, and make the East break day At midnight. Music We thank you for this hour, My favour to you all to gratulate So great a service done at my desire, You shall have many floods fuller and higher Then you have wished for, and no eb shall dare, To let the day see where your dwellings are. Now back unto your governments in hast, Least your proud waters should swell above the uva to, And win upon the Island. Exeunt Maskers Descend. Adieu. Thou dreamest dark power, that fair boy was not mine, Not went I down to kiss him, ease and wind, Have bred these bold tales, poets when they rage Turns gods to men, and make and hour and age, But I will give a greater state and glory, And raise to time a nobler memory Of what these lovers are, rise, rise, I say, Thou power of deeps, thy surges laid away, Neptune great King of waters, and by me Be proud to be commanded. Nep d'un rises. Hold up thy head dead night seest thou not day, The East begins to lighten I must do ne And give my brother place. Once heave thy drowsy head again and ee A greater light a greater May tie Between our sect and us, lash up thy term The day breaks here, and yond sun flaring stream Shot from the south, say which way wilt thou go.