_Nig._ And so it proves: For, counting seven from noon, 'Tis Venus' hour, and in the waxing moon, With chalk I first describe a circle here, Where these etherial spirits must appear. Come in, come in; for here they will be strait: Around, around, the place I fumigate: My fumigation is to Venus just: The souls of roses, and red coral's dust; A lump of Sperma Ceti; and to these The stalks and chips of Lignum Aloes; And, last, to make my fumigation good, 'Tis mixt with sparrows' brains, and pigeons' blood. [NIGRINUS _takes up the swords._ They come, they come, they come! I hear them now. _Plac._ A death-like damp sits cold upon my brow, And misty vapours swim before my sight. _Nig._ They come not in a shape to cause your fright. NAKAR and DAMILCAR descend in clouds, and sing, Nakar. _Hark, my Damilcar, we are called below!_ Dam. _Let us go, let us go! Go to relieve the care Of longing lovers in despair!_ Nakar. _Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the east, Half tippled at a rainbow feast._ Dam. _In the bright moonshine while winds whistle loud, Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we fly, All racking along in a downy white cloud: And lest our leap from the sky should prove too far, We slide on the back of a new-falling star._ Nakar. _And drop from above In a jelly of love!_ Dam. _But now the sun's down, and the element's red, The spirits of fire against us make head!_ Nakar. _They muster, they muster, like gnats in the air: Alas! I must leave thee, my fair; And to my light horse-men repair._ Dam. _O stay, for you need not to fear them to-night; The wind is for us, and blows full in their sight: And o'er the wide ocean we fight! Like leaves in the autumn our foes will fall down; And hiss in the water._ Both. _And hiss in the water, and drown!_ Nakar. _But their men lie securely intrenched in a cloud, And a trumpeter-hornet to battle sounds loud._ Dam. _Now mortals that spy How we tilt in the sky, With wonder will gaze; And fear such events as will ne'er come to pass._ Nakar. _Stay you to perform what the men will have done._ Dam. _Then call me again when the battle is won._ Both. _So ready and quick is a spirit of air To pity the lover, and succour the fair, That, silent and swift, the little soft god Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod._ [The clouds part, NAKAR flies up, and DAMILCAR down.