Music: Henry Purcell
TWO WITCHES
Ruin'd ere the set of sun?
Tell us, how shall this be done?
SORCERESS
The Trojan Prince, you know, is bound
By Fate to seek Italian ground;
The Queen and he are now in chase.
FIRST WITCH
Hark! Hark! the cry comes on apace.
SORCERESS
But, when they've done, my trusty Elf
In form of Mercury himself
As sent from Jove, shall chide his stay,
And charge him sail tonight with all his fleet away.
CHORUS
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!