Scene 1st
Enter Vice.
Recitative. Deck'd in the gaieties of thoughtless Joy Let jocund Laughter in each orbit beam In mirth alone I passing time Employ Attune my Voice & Pleasure is the Theme. The Flowery maze of Pleasure is divine And Mortals bow at Vice's dazzling Shrine.
Air.—From Virue's sluggish Rules be free, Ye mortals who my Shrine adore, Dance, Laugh & Quaff, & sing like me, And dissipate the tasteless hour: In frolic, pastime, Sport & Play Revel in Joys your Lives away.
Enter Virtue.
Recitative.
Vice. But Virtue comes!—Offends my sickening Eye!