In sweet vociferation, outvociferize
Ev'n sound itself. So be it as we have order'd. [Exeunt omnes.
Scene.—A magnificent Apartment.
Enter Queen, Tatlanthe, and two Ladies.
Queen. Day's curtain drawn, the morn begins to rise,
And waking nature rubs her sleepy eyes:
The pretty little fleecy bleating flocks,
In baas harmonious warble thro' the rocks:
Night gathers up her shades in sable shrouds,
And whispering osiers tattle to the clouds.