Spirit.Why weep'st thou?
Japh. For earth and all her children.
Spirit.Ha! ha! ha!
[Spirit vanishes.
Japh. How the fiend mocks the tortures of a world,
The coming desolation of an orb,
On which the sun shall rise and warm no life!
How the earth sleeps! and all that in it is70
Sleep too upon the very eve of death!
Why should they wake to meet it? What are here,