the Countess your mother, are going to the grotto, and are waiting impatiently below till you join them.
Vald. (rubbing his forehead.) It is so: how went it out of my head? That wine after dinner must have fuddled me. I'll join them immediately.
Lor. Lean on me, my Lord; you are not well, I fear.
Vald. No, no; the fumes of that diabolical champaign have left my head now.
Lor. It must have been mixed with some black drug, I think, to produce such a sombre intoxication.
Page. It may rest in the cellar long enough for me; I'll none on't.
Lor. Peace, young Sir; and go before with one of these lights.
[Exeunt, Page lighting them.
SCENE II.
An arched Grotto, the Roof and Sides of which are crusted over with Shells and Corals, &c.; a Banquet set out, ornamented with Lamps and Festoons of Flowers. Enter Countess, led in by Dartz, and Livia by Valdemere, two other Ladies by the Baron and Walter Baurchel, Page and Attendants following.
Liv. Welcome all to my sea-nymph's hall; and do me the honour to place yourselves at
