Note 50 — ACT. V.—Scene I.

"Naker. Hark, my Damilcar, we are call'd below. Dam. Let us go, let us go: Go to relieve the care, Of longing lovers in despair. Naker. 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. Naker. 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. Naker. They muster, they muster, like gnats in the air: Alas! I must leave thee, my fair; And to my light-horsemen repair. Dam. O stay! for you need not to fear 'em 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. Naker. But their men lie securely intrench'd 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. Naker. Stay you to perform what the man 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, that little soft god, Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod."— "Tyrannic Love," pp. 24, 25.