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Jove, lay thy Thunder down;
Arm’d with Love and Thetis by,
There is more Terror in her Frown,
And fiercer Light’ning in her Eye:
I fear no Odds, &c.[Da Capo.
AIR and TRIO.
Jupit. Bring me Light’ning, give me Thunder,
Jupit. Haſte ye Cyclops with your forked Rods,
Jupit. This Rebel Love braves all the Gods,
Jupit. And every Hour by Love is made
Jupit. Some Heav’n-defying Encelade.
Jupit. Bring me Light’ning, give me Thunder.
Pel. and The. Jove may kill, but ne’er ſhall ſunder.
Jupiter. Bring me Light’ning, give me Thunder.
Pel. and The. Jove may kill, but ne’er ſhall ſunder.
The End of the Firſt Part.
PART II.
Recitative.
Thetis.
Thy Love ſtill arm’d with Fate
Is dreadful as thy Hate:
AIR.
O might it prove to me
So gentle Peleus were but free,
O might it prove to me
As fatal as to loſt conſuming Semde!
Thy Love ſtill arm’d with Fate
Is dreadful as thy Hate.[Da Capo.
