He sings. _Let not a moon-born elf mislead ye From your prey, and from your glory. Too far, alas! he has betrayed ye: Follow the flames, that wave before ye; Sometimes seven, and sometimes one; Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry on._ _See, see the footsteps plain appearing, That way Oswald chose for flying; Firm is the turf, and fit for bearing, Where yonder pearly dews are lying. Far he cannot hence be gone; Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry on._ _Aur._ 'Tis true he says; the footsteps yet are fresh Upon the sod, no falling dew-drops have Disturbed the print. [_All are going to follow_ GRIMBALD. Philidel sings. _Hither this way._ Chor. of Phil. Spir. _Hither this way, this way bend._ Chor. of Grimb. Spir. _This way, this way bend._ Philidel's Spirits. _Trust not that malicious fiend._ Grimb. Spirits. _Trust me, I am no malicious fiend._ Philidel's Spirits. _Hither this way_, &c. [_They all incline to_ PHILIDEL. _Grim._ Curse on her voice! I must my prey forego;-- Thou, Philidel, shalt answer this below. [GRIMBALD _sinks with a Flash_. _Arth._ At last the cheat is plain; The cloven-footed fiend is vanished from us; Good angels be our guides, and bring us back! Phil. singing. _Come follow, follow, follow me._ Chor. _Come follow_, &c. _And me; and me; and me; and me._ Vers. 2 Voc. _And green-sward all your way shall be._ Chor. _Come follow_, &c. Vers. _No goblin or elf shall dare to offend ye._ Chor. _No, no, no_, &c. _No goblin or elf shall dare to offend ye._ Ver. 3 Voc. _We brethren of air_, _You heroes will bear_, _To the kind and the fair that attend ye._ Chor. _We brethren_, &c. [PHILIDEL and the Spirits go off singing, with King ARTHUR and the rest in the middle of them. SCENE II.--_A Pavilion._ _Enter_ EMMELINE, _led by_ MATILDA. _Em._ No news of my dear love, or of my father? _Mat._ None, madam, since the gaining of the battle. Great Arthur is a royal conqueror now, And well deserves your love. _Em._ But now I fear He'll be too great, to love poor silly me, If he be dead, or never come again, I mean to die. But there's a greater doubt, Since I ne'er saw him here,-- How shall I meet him in another world? _Mat._ I have heard something, how two bodies meet; But how souls join, I know not. _Em._ I should find him, For surely I have seen him in my sleep; And then methought he put his mouth to mine, And eat a thousand kisses on my lips. Sure by his kissing I could find him out, Among a thousand angels in the sky. _Mat._ But what a kind of man do you suppose him? _Em._ He must be made of the most precious things; And I believe his mouth, and eyes, and cheeks, And nose, and all his face, are made of gold.