To thee I yield my pow'r divine, Dance over the Lady Lee, Demand whate'er thou wilt, 'tis thine, My gay lady. Take this magic wand in hand, Dance, &c. All the world's at thy command, My gay, &c. _Da capo_. CUPID _descends and sings._ AIR. Are you a widow, or are you a wife? Gilly-flow'r, gentle rosemary. Or are you a maiden, so fair and so bright? As the dew that flies over the mulberry-tree. _Queen._ Would I were a widow, as I am a wife, Gilly-flow'r, &c. But I'm to my sorrow, a maiden as bright, As the dew, &c. _Cupid._ You shall be a widow before it is night, Gilly-flow'r, &c. No longer a maiden so fair and so bright, As the dew, &c. Two jolly young husbands your favour shall share, Gilly-flow'r, &c. And twenty fine babies all lovely and fair, As the dew, &c. _Queen._ O thanks, Mr. Cupid! for this your good news, Gilly-flow'r, &c. What woman alive would such favours refuse? While the dew, &c. [VENUS _and_ CUPID _re-ascend; the_ QUEEN _goes off, and the King of the Antipodes follows, walking on his hands. Scene closes._ SCENE.--BOMBARDINION'S _Tent._ KING _and_ BOMBARDINION, _at a table, with two Ladies._ _Bomb._ This honour, royal sir! so royalizes The royalty of your most royal actions, The dumb can only utter forth your praise; For we, who speak, want words to tell our meaning. Here! fill the goblet with Falernian wine, And, while our monarch drinks, bid the shrill trumpet Tell all the gods, that we propine their healths. _King._ Hold, Bombardinion, I esteem it fit, With so much wine, to eat a little bit. _Bomb._ See that the table instantly be spread, With all that art and nature can produce. Traverse from pole to pole; sail round the globe, Bring every eatable that can be eat: The king shall eat; tho' all mankind be starv'd. _Cook._ I am afraid his majesty will be starv'd, before I can run round the world, for a dinner; besides, where's the money? _King._ Ha! dost thou prattle, contumacious slave? Guards, seize the villain? broil him, fry him, stew him; Ourselves shall eat him out of mere revenge. _Cook._ O pray, your majesty, spare my life; there's some nice cold pork in the pantry: I'll hash it for your majesty in a minute.