1 Dev. Who are the chief leaders of the damned host?
3 Dev. Proud monarchs, who tyrannize most.
1 Dev. Damned princes there The worst of torments bear;
3 Dev. Who on earth all others in pleasures excel, Must feel the worst torments of hell. [They rise singing this chorus.
Anto. O heavens! what horrid vision's this? How they upbraid us with our crimes!
Alon. What fearful vengeance is in store for us!
1 Dev. Tyrants, by whom their subjects bleed, Should in pains all others exceed;
1 Dev. And barbarous monarchs, who their neighbours invade, And their crowns unjustly get; And such who their brothers to death have betrayed, In hell upon burning thrones shall be set.
3 Dev. { —In hell, in hell with flames they shall reign, Chor. { And for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain.
Anto. O my soul! for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain!