Incantation

PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE IN SUNDERLAND, IN A PANTOMIME .

HECATE .

From the dark, tremendous cell,
Where the fiends of magic dwell,
Now the Sun hath left the skies,
Daughters of inchantment, rise.

AIR .

Welcome from the shades beneath!
Welcome to the blasted heath!
Where the spectre and the sprite
Glide along the glooms of night.
Beldams! with attention keen,
Wait the wish of Harlequin:
Many a wonder must be done
For my first, my favourite son.

CHORUS OF WITCHES .

Many a wonder shall be done.
Hecate, for your favourite son.