CANTANT.
With music spite of Phœbus. Peace! She comes!
Enter Erictho in the shape of Sophonisba, her face veiled, and hasteth in the bed of Syphax.
Fury of blood’s impatient! Erictho,
’Bove thunder sit: to thee, egregious soul,
Let all flesh bend. Sophonisba, thy flame
But equal mine, and we’ll joy such delight,
That gods shall not admire, but even spite!
[Syphax hasteneth within the canopy, as to Sophonisba’s bed.
[354] In old eds. is the direction—“Organs, Viols, and Voices play for this Act.”
[355] Old eds. “dumps.”
[356] So ed. 1.—Ed. 2. “justly.”
[357] Enclosure.
[358] Old form of “vault.”