:–Mother, farewel! :Climb the bright sky with rapid wings; and swift :As a beam shot from great Apollo's bow :Rebounds from the calm mirror of the sea :Back to his quiver in the Sun, do thou :Return again to thy loved Proserpine. :And now, dear Nymphs, while the hot sun is high :Darting his influence right upon the plain, :Let us all sit beneath the narrow shade :That noontide Etna casts.–And, Ino, sweet, :Come hither; and while idling thus we rest, :Repeat in verses sweet the tale which says :How great Prometheus from Apollo's car :Stole heaven's fire–a God-like gift for Man! :Or the more pleasing tale of Aphrodite; :How she arose from the salt Ocean's foam, :And sailing in her pearly shell, arrived :On Cyprus sunny shore, where myrtles bloomed :And sweetest flowers, to welcome Beauty's Queen; :And ready harnessed on the golden sands :Stood milk-white doves linked to a sea-shell car, :With which she scaled the heavens, and took her seat :Among the admiring Gods.

Proserpine Monologue

Rehearse Proserpine's monologue