THE SILVER HILL.
If go you will,a
Why go,abut ere you leave,ahere, take this ring, A perfect emerald, which your Princess Gave me for you, and this enchanted drug, Which from all evil will preserve you safe, And all your wishes with fruition crown. Long is your way, and as you journey on, A fierce Beloo will your first danger be ; The next, a forest of impervious cane ; And last of all, a stream of molten brass, O'er which a Dragon keeps perpetual guard : When these are past, far off you will descry, Perched on the summit of a cotton-tree, A pair of Rocs,athese follow in their flight, And they will lead you to the Silver Hill. Thus said fair Dwaymenau, and as she charged Me strictly, I her very words repeat. Now, go, my son, success attend your hopes I
Accept my thanks, good father.aFare thee well. [Exit.
SCENE IX.aA dark Forest. Prince resting under a banyan tree. Enter a Beloo.
Haugh ! here I am,aof all my mighty race The most terrific monster.aIt is time I to the Himalayan forests should repair.a
[Aside to musicians. Strike up, and let your martial strains create Such a sensation, that all eyes shall turn
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