What charming company I view Together here collected! Gay bachelors, a
hopeful crew. And brides so unaffected!
Weathercock (towards the other side)
Unless indeed the yawning ground Should open to receive them, From this
vile crew, with sudden bound, To Hell I'd jump and leave them.
With small sharp shears, in insect guise Behold us at your revel! That we may
tender, filial - wise, Our homage to the devil.
Look now at yonder eager crew, How naively they're jesting! That they have