[Sings]
O, sweet the day and fair the May,
But Love he laid him down to weep——
[Enter Gregory]
Greg. A pixy sure!
Sweet apparition, wilt fly if I approach?
Then here I'll stand, and from this point remote
As frosty Hebrid from the golden East,
Adore thy seeming substance! Ah, no answer?
Advance then, valiant Gregory, and explore.