e, and_ JUNO _appears in a Machine drawn by
Peacocks; while a Symphony is playing, it moves gently forward, and
as it descends, it opens and discovers the Tail of the Peacock,
which is so large, that it almost fills the opening of the Stage
between Scene and Scene._

_Merc._ The clouds divide; what wonders,
What wonders do I see!
The wife of Jove! 'Tis she,
That thunders, more than thundering he!

_Juno._ No, Hermes, no;
'Tis peace above
As 'tis below;
For Jove has left his wand'ring love.

_Tham._ Great queen of gathering clouds,
Whose moisture fills our floods,
See, we fall before thee,
Prostrate we adore thee!

_Aug._ Great queen of nuptial rites,
Whose power the souls unites,
And fills the genial bed with chaste delights,
See, we fall before thee,
Prostrate we adore thee!

_Juno._ 'Tis ratified above by every god,
And Jove has firmed it with an awful nod,
That Albion shall his love renew:
But oh, ungrateful fair,
Repeated crimes beware,
And to his bed be true!

IRIS _appears on a very large Machine. This was really seen the 18th
of March, 1684, by Captain_ Christopher Gunman, _on Board his R.H.
Yacht, then in Calais Pierre: He drew it as it then appeared, and
gave a Draught of it to us. We have only added the Cloud where the
Person of_ IRIS _sits._

_Juno._ Speak, Iris, from Batavia, speak the news!
Has he performed my dread command,
Returning Albion to his longing land,
Or dare the nymph refuse?

_Iris._ Albion, by the nymph attended,
Was to Neptune recommended;
Peace and Plenty spread the sails,
Venus, in her shell before him,
From the sands in safety bore him,
And supplied Etesian gales. [_Retornella._
Archon, on the shore commanding,
Lowly met him at his landing,
Crowds of people swarmed around;
Welcome rang like peals of thunder;
Welcome, rent the skies asunder;
Welcome, heaven and earth resound.

_Juno._ Why stay we then on earth,
When mortals laugh and love?
'Tis time to mount above,
And send Astraea down,
The ruler of his birth,
And guardian of his crown.
'Tis time to mount above,
And send Astraea down.

_Mer. Jun. Ir._ 'Tis time to mount above,
And send Astraea down. [MER. JU. _and_ IR. _ascend._

_Aug._ and _Tham._ The royal squadron marches,
Erect triumphal arches,
For Albion and Albanius;
Rejoice at their returning,
The passages adorning:
The royal squadron marches,
Erect triumphal arches
For Albion