The Incantation from The Sorcerer's first act John Wellington Wells: Sprites of earth and air! Fiends of flame and fire! Demon souls, come here in shoals, this fearful deed inspire Appear! Appear! Appear! Spirits: Good master, we are here! J.W. Wells: Noisome hags of night! Imps of deadly shade! Pallid ghosts, arise in hosts, and lend me all your aid! Appear! Appear! Appear! Spirits: Good master, we are here! Alexis: Hark, hark, they assemble, these fiends of the night! Aline: Oh, Alexis, I tremble! Seek safety in flight! Let us fly to a far-off land where peace and plenty dwell Where the sigh of the silver strand is echoed in every shell To the joy that land will give, on the wings of Love we'll fly! In innocence there to live! In innocence there to die! In innocence there to live and die! All: Too late! Too late! That happy fate is not for thee! J.W. Wells: Now, shrivelled hags with poison bags, discharge your loathsome loads! Spit flame and fire, unholy choir! Belch forth your venom, toads! Ye demons fell, with yelp and yell, shed curses far afield! Ye fiends of night, your filthy blight in noisome plenty yield! Number one! Spirits: It is done! J.W. Wells: Number two! Spirits: One too few! J.W. Wells: Number three! Spirits: Set us free, set us free! Our work is done! Ha ha ha!

• published: 20 Oct 2013
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