Chorus of all three. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.
Janus. Since Momus comes to laugh below,
Old time begin the show,
That he may see, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been.
Chronos. Then goddess of the silver bow begin.
[Horns, or hunting-music within.]
Enter DIANA.
Diana. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day,
And hie to the woodland walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a waxing moon; 30
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,
And chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks;
With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,
And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.
Chorus of all. With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,
And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.
Janus. Then our age was in its prime:
Chronos. Free from rage:
Diana.—And free from crime.