The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03
SCENE II.--_Changes to the Rocks, with the arch of Rocks, and calm Sea.
Music playing on the Rocks._
_Prosp._ Neptune, and your fair Amphitrite, rise; Oceanus, with your Tethys too, appear; All ye sea-gods, and goddesses, appear! Come, all ye Tritons; all ye Nereids, come, And teach your saucy element to obey: For you have princes now to entertain, And unsoiled beauties, with fresh youthful lovers.
NEPTUNE, AMPHITRITE, OCEANUS _and_ TETHYS, _appear in a Chariot drawn with Sea-horses; on each side of the Chariot, Sea-Gods, and Goddesses, Tritons, and Nereids_.
_Alon._ This is prodigious!
_Anto._ Ah! what amazing objects do we see?
_Gonz._ This art doth much exceed all human skill.
SONG.
Amph. _My lord, great Neptune, for my sake, Of these bright beauties pity take; And to the rest allow Your mercy too. Let this enraged element be still, Let Æolus obey my will: Let him his boisterous prisoners safely keep In their dark caverns; and no more Let them disturb the bosom of the deep, Till these arrive upon their wished-for shore._
Nept. _So much my Amphitrite's love I prize, That no commands of her's I can despise. Tethys no furrows now shall wear, Oceanus no wrinkles on his brow, Let your serenest looks appear! Be calm and gentle now._
Nept. and Amph. { _Be calm, ye great parents of the floods and the springs, { While each Nereid and Triton plays, revels, and sings._
Ocean. _Confine the roaring winds, and we Will soon obey you cheerfully._
_Chorus of_ Trit. & Ner. {_Tie up the winds, and we'll obey;_ {_Upon the floods we'll sing and play,_ {_And celebrate a Halcyon day._
[Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers, and perform a dance.
Nept. _Great nephew, Æolus, make no noise, Muzzle your roaring boys._ [ÆOLUS _appears._
Amph. _Let 'em not bluster to disturb our ears, Or strike these noble passengers with fears._
Nept. _Afford 'em only such an easy gale, As pleasantly may swell each sail._
Amph. _While fell sea-monsters cause intestine jars, This empire you invade by foreign wars._
Nept. _But you shall now be still, And shall obey my Amphitrite's will._
Æolus _descends {_You I'll obey, who at one stroke can make,_ {_With your dread trident, the whole earth to quake._ _Come down, my blusterers, swell no more, Your stormy rage give o'er._ [Winds from the four corners appear.
_Let all black tempests cease, And let the troubled ocean rest: Let all the sea enjoy as calm a peace, As where the halcyon builds her quiet nest. To your prisons below, Down, down you must go: You in the earth's entrails your revels may keep; But no more till I call shall you trouble the deep._ [Winds fly down. _Now they are gone, all stormy wars shall cease; Then let your trumpeters proclaim a peace._
Amph. _Tritons, my sons, your trumpets sound, And let the noise from neighbouring shores rebound._
Chorus.{ _Sound a calm._ { _Sound a calm._ { _Sound a calm._ { _a calm._ { _Sound a calm._
[Here the Tritons, at every repeat of _Sound a calm_, changing their figure and postures, seem to sound their wreathed trumpets made of shells.
A symphony of music, like trumpets, to which four Tritons dance.
Nept. _See, see, the heavens smile; all your troubles are past, Your joys, by black clouds, shall no more be o'ercast._
Amph. _On this barren isle ye shall lose all your fears, Leave behind all your sorrows, and banish your cares._
Both. { _And your loves and your lives shall in safety enjoy;_ { _No influence of stars shall your quiet destroy._
Chorus of all. { _And your loves, &c._ { _No influence, &c._ [Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.
Ocean. _We'll safely convey you to your own happy shore, And your's and your country's soft peace will restore._
Tethys. _To treat you, blest lovers, as you sail on the deep, The Tritons and sea-nymphs their revels shall keep._
Both. { _On the swift dolphins' backs they shall sing and shall play;_ { _They shall guard you by night, and delight you by day._
Chorus of all. { _On the swift, &c._ { _And shall guard, &c._ [Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers. [A dance of twelve Tritons.
_Mir._ What charming things are these?
_Dor._ What heavenly power is this?
_Prosp._ Now, my Ariel, be visible, And let the rest of your aërial train Appear, and entertain them with a song, And then farewell, my long-loved Ariel.