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._