3 Dev. ----_His cruelty does tread On orphans' tender breasts, and brothers dead!_ 2 Dev. _Can heaven permit such crimes should be Attended with felicity?_ 1 Dev. _No; tyrants their sceptres uneasily bear, In the midst of their guards they their consciences fear._ 2 Dev. {_Care their minds when they wake unquiet will keep;_ Chor. {_And we with dire visions disturb all their sleep._ _Anto._ Oh horrid sight! how they stare upon us! The fiend will hurry us to the dark mansion. Sweet heaven, have mercy on us! 1 Dev. _Say, say, shall we bear these bold mortals from hence?_ 2 Dev. _No, no, let us shew their degrees of offence._ 3 Dev. _Let's muster their crimes upon every side, And first let's discover their pride._ Enter PRIDE. Pride. _Lo here is Pride, who first led them astray, And did to ambition their minds then betray._ Enter FRAUD. Fraud. _And Fraud does next appear, Their wandering steps who led; When they from virtue fled, They in my crooked paths their course did steer._ Enter RAPINE. Rapine. _From fraud to force they soon arrive, Where Rapine did their actions drive._ Enter MURDER. Murder. _There long they could not stay; Down the steep hill they run; And to perfect the mischief which they had begun, To murder they bent all their way._ Chorus of all. _Around, around we pace, About this cursed place; While thus we compass in These mortals and their sin._ [Devils vanish. _Anto._ Heaven has heard me, they are vanished! _Alon._ But they have left me all unmanned; I feel my sinews slacken with the fright; And a cold sweat trills down o'er all my limbs, As if I were dissolving into water. Oh Prospero, my crimes against thee sit heavy on my heart! _Anto._ And mine against him and young Hippolito. _Gonz._ Heaven have mercy on the penitent! _Anto._ Lead from this cursed ground; The seas in all their rage are not so dreadful. This is the region of despair and death. _Alon._ Beware all fruit, but what the birds have pecked. The shadows of the trees are poisonous too: A secret venom slides from every branch. My conscience does distract me! O my son! Why do I speak of eating or repose, Before I know thy fortune? [_As they are going out, a Devil rises just before them, at which they start, and are frighted._ _Alon._ O heavens! yet more apparitions! DEVIL SINGS.