Act 4 — SCENE VI.
Reading edition
Chorus.
1. Alecto, rising from the lakes Of nights sad empery,[337] With knotty bunch of curled snakes Doth lash fair Brittany. 2. More ghastly monster did not spring From the Hibernian flood: With which Morvidus[338] combating, Of foe became his food. 3. Shall no more shepherds in the shade Sit whistling without care? Shall never spear be made a spade, And sword a ploughing-share? 4. Grant, heaven, at last that music loud Of bloody Mars be still: That Britain's virgins in a crowd With hymns the sky may fill!
2d Song.
Nor is Landora's loss The least part of our mournful muse: Jove, Juno for to cross, This Trojan dame for bride did choose. Where she doth shine 'Bove Guendoline,[339] The amazon of her days: And Mercia wise Law to devise. O, sound Landora's praise. There doth she shine above, Clear as great Delia's horned bow, Bright as the queen of love, To shoot down gentle beams below. Sabrina, dare Not to compare With her most splendent rays: A ring the sky A gem her eye. O, sound Landora's praise.