_Song continued._ We'll spread for you, in phantom light, That plainly you may know, The woes of dreadful warfare, The joys from peace that flow. Oh! sink you, &c. _QUEEN MAB (comes front of bank, and kneels; SOMNA and OBLIVIA come down R.; DROWSA and SOOTHA, L.)._ Ay, sink to sleep, fair goddess. Healthy rest From weighty care shall ease thy troubled breast; Prophetic visions o'er thy senses roll, To guide to just result thy struggling soul. Rubina comes with treason in her tread, To crafty acts by false ambition led. (_Enter_ RUBINA, R. _She passes behind bank, and stands_ C., _looking down at_ GLORIA. _Then enter_ R., CRUELTY _and_ HATRED, _who pass to_ L.; DISCORD _and_ REVENGE, _who stand_ R.) RUBINA. GLORIA, _on bank_. QUEEN MAB, _kneeling_. R. DISCORD. HATRED. L. SOMNA. SOOTHA. REVENGE. CRUELTY. OBLIVIA. DROWSA. _Rubina._ In fetters bound all powerless she lies, The mighty goddess who all earth defies, The slave of sleep. Relinquished the command Which sways the fortune of her chosen land. The gleaming crown on her majestic brow But serves as symbol of her bondage now. Should I but snatch it from her pillowed head, Rubina rules, and Freedom's host is led Instant to conquest. 'Tis a glorious aim. Speak, you who wait: have I your free acclaim? _Discord._ Quick! snatch the crown, and I will hie away To boldly with the meaner passions play; Quicken your hosts with feverish desire, With love of anarchy their bosoms fire. Pause not, but on the instant power assume! Discord will go before, and cry, "Make room!" _Cruelty._ Ay, wear the crown. Let war defiant move; Let me 'mid soft and tender passions rove, Crushing and slaying, turning all to steel, Forged in the flame of fierce and bitter zeal. Allegiance to thee, Cruelty will give; Under thy triumphs will she grandly live. _Hatred._ Usurp the regal state, and I am free War's stanch and sturdy champion to be. Warm blood I quicken with a thirsty hate, That nought but anarchy can satiate. Unto thy crown I full allegiance lend; Hatred by thee will ever stand as friend. _Revenge._ Success to treason! At thy feet I lay My fond allegiance. Bid me quick array The fiercest passions. I will straightway prove My bold endeavor worthy of thy love. War is my idol; at its luring call Revenge is quick, and sure to conquer all.