_Alon._ O name it not, Gonzalo; No act but penitence can expiate guilt! Must we teach heaven what price to set on murder? What rate on lawless power and wild ambition? Or dare we traffic with the powers above, And sell by weight a good deed for a bad? [_A flourish of music._ _Gonz._ Music! and in the air! sure we are shipwrecked On the dominions of some merry devil! _Anto._ This isle's enchanted ground; for I have heard Swift voices flying by my ear, and groans Of lamenting ghosts. _Alon._ I pulled a tree, and blood pursued my hand. Heaven deliver me from this dire place, And all the after-actions of my life Shall mark my penitence and my bounty. [_Music again louder._ Hark, the sounds approach us! [_The stage opens in several places._ _Anto._ Lo! the earth opens to devour us quick. These dreadful horrors, and the guilty sense Of my foul treason, have unmanned me quite. _Alon._ We on the brink of swift destruction stand; No means of our escape is left. [_Another flourish of voices under the stage._ _Anto._ Ah! what amazing sounds are these we hear! _Gonz._ What horrid masque will the dire fiends present? SUNG UNDER THE STAGE. 1 Dev. _Where does the black fiend Ambition reside, With the mischievous devil of Pride?_ 2 Dev. _In the lowest and darkest caverns of hell, Both Pride and Ambition do dwell._ 1 Dev. _Who are the chief leaders of the damned host?_ 3 Dev. _Proud monarchs, who tyrannize most._ 1 Dev. _Damned princes there The worst of torments bear;_ 3 Dev. _Who on earth all others in pleasures excel, Must feel the worst torments of hell._ [_They rise singing this chorus._ _Anto._ O heavens! what horrid vision's this? How they upbraid us with our crimes! _Alon._ What fearful vengeance is in store for us! 1 Dev. _Tyrants, by whom their subjects bleed, Should in pains all others exceed;_ 1 Dev. _And barbarous monarchs, who their neighbours invade, And their crowns unjustly get; And such who their brothers to death have betrayed, In hell upon burning thrones shall be set._ 3 Dev. {--_In hell, in hell with flames they shall reign,_ Chor. {_And for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain._ _Anto._ O my soul! for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain! _Alon._ Has heaven, in all its infinite stock of mercy, No overflowings for us? poor, miserable, guilty men! _Gonz._ Nothing but horrors do encompass us! For ever, for ever must we suffer! _Alon._ For ever we shall perish! O dismal words, For ever! 1 Dev. _Who are the pillars of the tyrants court?_ 2 Dev. _Rapine and Murder his crown must support!_