Gonz. Music! and in the air! sure we are shipwrecked On the dominions of some merry devil!
Alon. I pulled a tree, and blood pursued my hand. Heaven deliver me from this dire place, And all the after-actions of my life Shall mark my penitence and my bounty. [Music again louder.
Hark, the sounds approach us! [The stage opens in several places.
Anto. Lo! the earth opens to devour us quick. These dreadful horrors, and the guilty sense Of my foul treason, have unmanned me quite.
Alon. We on the brink of swift destruction stand; No means of our escape is left. [Another flourish of voices under the stage.
Anto. Ah! what amazing sounds are these we hear!
Gonz. What horrid masque will the dire fiends present?
SUNG UNDER THE STAGE.
1 Dev. Where does the black fiend Ambition reside, With the mischievous devil of Pride?
2 Dev. In the lowest and darkest caverns of hell, Both Pride and Ambition do dwell.