Air
1st Fai. Such the force of Magic Pow’r,
Of the juice of this small flower,
It shall jaundice so her sight,
Foul shall be fair, and black seem white;
Then shall dreams, and all their train,
Fill with Fantasies her brain;
Then, no more her darling joy,
She’ll resign her changeling boy.
[Exeunt.
End of the First Act.