2nd Spirit
Arise, arise, ye subterranean winds,
More to distract their guilty minds.
Arise, ye minds whose rapid force can make
All but the fix’d and solid centre shake ;
Come drive these wretches to that part o’ th’ Isle
Where Nature never yet did smile.
Come fogs and damps, whirlwinds and earthquakes there,
There let them howl and languish in despair
Rise and obey the pow’rful prince o’ th’ air.