Now they are gone, all stormy wars shall cease; Then let your trumpeters proclaim a peace.
Amph.Tritons, my sons, your trumpets sound, And let the noise from neighbouring shores rebound.
Chorus. Sound a calm. Sound a calm. Sound a calm. a calm. Sound a calm.
[Here the Tritons, at every repeat of Sound a calm, changing their figure and postures, seem to sound their wreathed trumpets made of shells.
A symphony of music, like trumpets, to which four Tritons dance.
Nept.See, see, the heavens smile; all your troubles are past, Your joys, by black clouds, shall no more be o'ercast.
Amph.On this barren isle ye shall lose all your fears, Leave behind all your sorrows, and banish your cares.
Both.{And your loves and your lives shall in safety enjoy; {No influence of stars shall your quiet destroy.
Chorus {And your loves, &c. of all.{No influence, &c. [Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.
Ocean.We'll safely convey you to your own happy shore, And your's and your country's soft peace will restore.