When she quits you for gloomy Tartarus.

_Cer._ Is there no help, great Jove? If she depart
I will descend with her--the Earth shall lose
Its proud fertility, and Erebus
Shall bear my gifts throughout th' unchanging year.
Valued till now by thee, tyrant of Gods!
My harvests ripening by Tartarian fires
Shall feed the dead with Heaven's ambrosial food.
Wilt thou not then repent, brother unkind,
Viewing the barren earth with vain regret,
Thou didst not shew more mercy to my child?

_Ino._ We will all leave the light and go with thee,
In Hell thou shalt be girt by Heaven-born nymphs,
Elysium shall be Enna,--thou'lt not mourn
Thy natal plain, which will have lost its worth
Having lost thee, its nursling and its Queen.

_Areth._ I will sink down with thee;--my lily crown
Shall bloom in Erebus, portentous loss [26]
To Earth, which by degrees will fade & fall
In envy of our happier lot in Hell;--
And the bright sun and the fresh winds of heaven
Shall light its depths and fan its stagnant air.

(_They cling round Proserpine; the Shades of Hell seperate
and stand between them._)

_Ascal._ Depart! She is our Queen! Ye may not come!