SPIRIT
Stay, Prince! And hear great Jove's command;
He summons thee, this night, away
AENEAS
Tonight?
SPIRIT
Tonight thou must forsake this land,
The angry God will brook no longer stay.
Jove commands thee, waste no more
In Love's delights, those precious hours,
Allow'd by th'Almighty Pow'rs,
To gain th'Hesperian shore and ruined Troy restore.
AENEAS
Jove's commands shall be obey'd,
Tonight our anchors shall be weigh'd
But ah! What language can I try
my injur'd Queen to pacify:
No sooner she resigns her heart,
But from her arms I'm forc'd to part.
How can so hard a fate be took?
One night enjoy'd, the next forsook.
Yours be the blame, ye gods! For I
Obey your will, but with more ease could die.
THE SORCERESS AND HER ENCHANTRESSES (CHORUS)
Then since our Charmes have sped,
A Merry Dance be led
By the Nymphs of Carthage to please us.
They shall all Dance to ease us,
A Dance that shall make the Spheres to wonder,
Rending those fair Groves asunder.
Stay, Prince! And hear great Jove's command;
He summons thee, this night, away
AENEAS
Tonight?
SPIRIT
Tonight thou must forsake this land,
The angry God will brook no longer stay.
Jove commands thee, waste no more
In Love's delights, those precious hours,
Allow'd by th'Almighty Pow'rs,
To gain th'Hesperian shore and ruined Troy restore.
AENEAS
Jove's commands shall be obey'd,
Tonight our anchors shall be weigh'd
But ah! What language can I try
my injur'd Queen to pacify:
No sooner she resigns her heart,
But from her arms I'm forc'd to part.
How can so hard a fate be took?
One night enjoy'd, the next forsook.
Yours be the blame, ye gods! For I
Obey your will, but with more ease could die.
THE SORCERESS AND HER ENCHANTRESSES (CHORUS)
Then since our Charmes have sped,
A Merry Dance be led
By the Nymphs of Carthage to please us.
They shall all Dance to ease us,
A Dance that shall make the Spheres to wonder,
Rending those fair Groves asunder.