_Nep_. He.

_Eol_. What is thy will?

_Nep_. We do command thee free
_Favonius_ and thy milder winds to wait
Upon our _Cinthia_, but tye _Boreas_ straight;
He's too rebellious.

_Eol_. I shall do it.

_Nep_. Do, great master of the flood, and all below,
Thy full command has taken.

_Eol_. Ho! the main;
_Neptune_.

_Nep_. Here.

_Eol_. _Boreas_ has broke his chain,
And struggling with the rest, has got away.

_Nep_. Let him alone, I'le take him up at sea;
He will not long be thence; go once again
And call out of the bottoms of the Main,
Blew _Proteus_, and the rest; charge them put on
Their greatest pearls, and the most sparkling stone
The bearing Rock breeds, till this night is done
By me a solemn honour to the Moon;