Queen. Is this a place, oh! all ye gods above,
This a reception for the man I love?
See in what sweet tranquillity he sleeps,
While Nature's self at his confinement weeps.
Rise, lovely monarch! see your friend appear,
No Chrononhotonthologos is here;
Command your freedom, by this sacred ring;
Then command me. What says my charming king?
[She puts the ring in his mouth, he bends the sea-crab, and makes a roaring noise.
Queen. What can this mean! he lays his feet at mine: