[Exeunt omnes, dancing, and singing the last two lines.
End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V.
Scene I. The Border of a Grove, in which Monelia and Torax are asleep.
Enter Philip [speaking to himself].
As a dark Tempest brewing in the Air,
For many Days hides Sun and Moon, and Stars,
At length grown ripe, bursts forth and forms a Flood
That frights both Men and Beasts, and drowns the Land;
So my dark Purpose now must have its Birth,
Long nourish'd in my Bosom, 'tis matur'd,
And ready to astonish and embroil
Kings and their Kingdoms, and decide their Fates.
Are they not here? Have I delay'd too long?
[Taking up his hatchet in one hand, and scalping knife in the other, towards them.]
[He retreats from them.
[Approaches and retreats again.