[A fymphony of inftruments is heard, whilst Apollo defcends in the chariot of the fun; a crown of rays about his head, and his lyre in his hand. DAPHNE. What founds coeleftial ftrike my ear! APOLLO. Daphne on Phoebus fix thy eye, Wilt thou a god, a god that loves thee, fly? [Apollo ftrikes his lyre, and Daphne turns back as furprized at the found. Fairest mortal! ftay and hear, Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear! Cannot Love with Mufick join'd Touch thy unrelenting mind? Fairest mortal! ftay and hear, Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear. Hark how the river-fhores prolong My foft complaints, and murmur to my fong! Thy Thy father Peneus feels my pain; DAPH. afide.] Alas! my rafh, my fatal vow! [As Daphne is going out, fhe ftops, and fings DAPHNE. Shall I return ?-or no?- Ye powers reftore my reft. SCENE changes to the river. Re-enter DAPHNE looking back as affrighted. DAPHNE. He comes the swift purfuer comes-O where Where hide me from the God of Light? [DAPHNE runs to the fide of the river, and, as Father Peneus! hear me, aid me! [APOLLO enters at the latter end of the air, APOLLO. O fatal flight!-O curst disdain ! O Peneus, how shall we our lofs deplore? The trembling branches yet her shape retain ! And hear what honours to thy leaves remain. No No thunder e'er shall blast thy boughs, PENEUS. Still Peneus, with a father's care, Nor this thy deftin'd change shall mourn. 7 CHORUS, or Duetto of Apollo and Peneus. Nature alone can love infpire, Art is vain to move defire. If nature once the fair incline, AN |