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Item Code: GPTID1

First line: How calm Elisa are these groves

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 1.1, p.4.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Composer: Mr. Morgan

Performer/s: Mrs. Lindsey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.242, n.1397 [Music] A Collection of New Songs (1697) p.4 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

He waves his Hand, a Simphony of Musick <...> After the Symphony is Play'd a Man and a Woman Representing two happy Lovers come forward, and sing this Song.

Man. How Calm Elisa are these Groves,
How sweet to Entertain our Loves
Free from Sorrow, free from Care
Jealousies and black Dispair,
In these sweet Elesian Groves
Calmly we Enjoy our Loves.
Both. In these sweet Elesian Groves,
Calmly we enjoy our Loves.
Elis. Here no busie Noise of State,
Comes to Interrupt our Joys,
No Ambition to be Great
Does our Halcyon Peace destroy.
Both. In these sweet Elesian Groves
Calmly we Enjoy our Loves.

Her. <speaks> Pray, what were these when living.

Art. Two young Lovers,
Crost by unnatural Parents in their Wishes,
Who when they found they cou'd not live together,
Took the last Cordial Death, and now are Happy.

Her. But pray, Sir, what is he?

Art. A City Husband,
That broke his Wives Heart with his Causeless Jealousie,
And thinking she'ad too little Plague on Earth,
He followed her to be her Torment here:
See they Come towards us.

<NOTE: This dialogue leads directly into the next song which follows immediately>.

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Item Code: GPTID2

First line: Why ah why does Fate decree

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 1.1, pp.5-6.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

A SONG.

Wife Sings. Why, ah why, does Fate Decree
That I still must Wretched be?
Must my Torments never Cease?
Can the Grave afford no Peace?
Must I, must I ever be,
Plagu'd with Causless Jealousie?
Pray now Husband Pray be gone.
Husb. What You'd fain be left alone,
You thought your self safe when you Quitted your Breath,
But Spouse you and I must not part;
As I watch'd you in Life, I'll watch you in Death,
And keep Horn free in spight of Art.
Wife. Pray what have I done?
Husb. Nay, that you best know.
Wife. I never yet injur'd you?
Husb. But you may do;
Wife. Indeed you Provoke me,
Husb. Indeed Wife I can't,
Old Men are too Feeble, 'tis young ones you want.

Ped. <speaks> She's a Fool not to make use of 'em then.

Wife. <sings> I see you intend I never shall have Rest.
Husb. I see you intend me two Horns for my Crest.
But faith Wife I won't be made such a Beast.
Wife. I will not stay, base Man farewell.
Husb. I'll follow though thou Lead'st to Hell.

Her. <speaks> But Pray, Sir, what is he that Looks so pensive?

Art. His Story, I am sure must move your Pity:
There was a Lady, whom he long had Lov'd
And she return'd it with an equal Ardor:
The Parents were agreed, the Lovers pleas'd;
But on the very Day they shou'd have joyn'd,
Crossing the River, to her Longing Bridegroom,
Was by an accident or'e turn'd and drown'd;
Upon the News, his Senses quite forsook him,
And in few days his Life.

Her. Unhappy Pair!

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID3

First line: Peace no noise you'll wake my love

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 1.1, pp.6-7.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

A SIMPHONY.

Sforsa Comes forward Softly in a Mad Posture and Sings.

Sfor. Peace, Peace, no Noise, you'l wake my Love,
Oh! softly, softly, Let us Move.
Yet I'am affraid
The Charming Maid,
Forgets it is her Bridal-Day,
Or sure she'd hast to come Away,
Oh! Sleep, thou Envy'd Rival hence,
Resign to me this Beautious Excellence
Orpheus haste, Employ thy Charms,
Wake her softly to my Arms,
Bring thy Sweetest tenderest Strains,
Love will pay thee for thy Pains.
A Symphony of soft Musick here. Mean time Sforza stands fixt as if he Look'd on some Body.

No more, no more, 'tis all in vain,
For poor Arena ne're must wake again,
Her pretty Soul is Fled before
On Wings of Angels Mov'd,
To tell how Sforza did Adore,
And how Arena Lov'd.
But I in Gloomy Shades alone
Must live, 'till he return:
Yes, yes Arena, since thou'rt gone
Sforza shall ever Mourn,
In Caves fill'd full of Dead Mens Bones
Henceforth I will remain,
Where I will end my Life in Groans,
For Peace and I must never meet again.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID4

First line: Ah how blest how sweet it is

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 1.1, p.7.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

After the Dance, Simphony of Pleasant Musick: And then the two Happy Lovers come from their Bower and Sing.

Damon and Eliza. Ah! How blest, how sweet it is,
Thus to Live in Endless Bliss,
Whil'st poor Mortals, Sweat and Toyle
All our Care's to Love and smile.

Here we rest secure from Fear,
Whilst on Earth all pains they Bear,
Ah! how happy then are we,
Who from all those pains are Free!

Grand Cho. Here we Rest secure from Fear,
Whil'st on Earth all pains they Bear,
Ah! how Happy then are we,
Who from all those pains are Free!

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Item Code: GPTID5

First line: Tell me no more there must be something in't

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 2.1, p.9.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.343, n.3164. Lyrics only appeared in Thompson, Nathaniel, A Choice Collection of 120 Loyal Songs (1684), p.263 (UMI(2) 2156:5) et al.

Text of song:

Enter Gusman Senior, and Gusman Junior.

Gusm. Sen. Singing.

Tell me no more there must be something in't, <speaks> Sirrah, Sirrah, I say you do Love her, Sigh for her, Whine for her, Pine for her, Die for her, Lye for her, and all that Sirrah; what a Pox you Rogue, do you think your old Father, that has been a Whore-master from his Cradle, does not understand the Language of the Eyes, you Ogling Rogue you.

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Item Code: GPTID6

First line: Young Jemmy is a lad [My only joy and honey]

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 2.1, p.11.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Simpson, p.810.

Text of song:

Gus. Sen. Shall my little Jemmy, by my Jewel, thou sha't have her, by my Tit-mouse, thou sha't be marry'd to morrow-day Sirrah, by my Lovee.

Sings. Young Jemmy is a Lad,
My only Joy and Honey,
He Loves his Poor old Dad,
And lets him want no Money.
Toll, Doll, Toll, Doll, &c. [Exit Singing.

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Item Code: GPTID7

First line: Haste quickly take the wings of fame

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 3.1, p.26.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Scene Changes to a Magnificent Pallace <...> After the Simphony, Fame comes Down from the top of the Stage to the front and Sings.

Fame. Hast Quickly, take the Wings of Fame,
Through all the Universe Proclaim,
This Happy, happy day,
Which has Restor'd,
Your drooping Lord,
And fill'd your hearts with Joy.
Come, Come you Nimphs, come all you Swains,
Leave, leave your Solitary Plains,
Come Damon and Phillis
With Coy Amarellis,
Come Corydon, with thy Brown Dame,
Come Bacchus resort
To this Happy, happy Court
And bring here thy jolly, jolly Train.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID8

First line: We come old fame what news hast thou to tell us

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

Enter on one side Corydon, with Country Men and Maids, on the other several Nymphs and Shepherds, and in the middle Bacchus with his Train.

Bac. We come old Fame, what news hast thou to tell us,
I'm here with all my Jolly, Jolly Fellows,
Who rise with the Sun, and Ransack the Vine,
And when we no longer can stand Sir,
For fear we profanely should leave any Wine,
We agree to take Six in a hand Sir.

Cor. And here's poor Corydon, with Margery and Jone Sir,
With Hobbee Bristleface, to know what you'd have done Sir,
We cannot boast of tippling off good Wine Sir,
Because you know there is but little Coin Sir,
But if this Drunken God will please to pay the shot Sir,
Heres Hob and Little Corydon, will make him a meer Sot Sir,
And when old Tunbelly lies Snoring in his Bed Sir,
We'll sober be Enough to get a Maiden-head Sir,
Chorus of Clowns. And when old Tunbelly, &c.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID9

First line: Prithee tell me Amarellis

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 3.1, pp.27-8.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

A Dialogue between Phillis and Amarellis.
Phill. Prithee tell me Amarellis,
Why each night you Sigh and Groan:
Ama. If you'd know the Truth my Phillis,
'Tis because I Lye alone:
Damon he falls off from Wooing,
And I'm very much affraid
Spight of all we have been doing,
I shall Live and Die a Maid.
Phill. My Alexis too grows Cold,
That was once so full of Fire,
Ama. Surely Phillis, we grow Old
Or they Longer wou'd Admire.
Phil. Old Amarellis, pray what do you mean,
You know your own self, I am not Thirteen:
If he looks for a younger Wife, e'en let him find one,
And if he proves surly, I'll seek out a kind one:
I'll not Sigh for Men in a place where there's Plenty,
'Twill be hard if I find not One Lover in Twenty.
Am. 'Tis bravely resolved, I'll follow that Rule.
And let silly Damon alone,
Phil. Nor shall Coy Alexis find me such a Fool,
To Love when I find he has done.
Am. Therefore we'll Resolve no longer to Pine,
Phil. Not I by my troth Amarellis;
Am: If Strephon Loves better then Damon, he's mine;
Phil. And he that Loves me shall have Phillis.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID10

First line: Happy we who free from love

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 3.1, p.28.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

A Shepherdess comes forward and Sings.

Sheph. Happy we who Free from Love,
Have no cares to break our Sleep,
Who these Pleasant Medows rove
Watching our harmless Sheep;
When we feel the Evenings Air,
And the Night invites us home:
To our Cottage we repair,
Where Content delights to come.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID11

First line: Happy days pleasant nights [Wait upon this royal train]

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 3.1, p.29.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

Here follows a Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.

Fame. Happy Days, Pleasant Nights,
Wait upon this Royal Train
Endless Joys, and Sweet Delights,
May that Lovely Pair obtain:
Jealousie be far Remov'd,
Sweet Content rest over there,
May they Love and be Belov'd,
And be Happy as they're Fair.
Cho. Happy Days, &c.

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Item Code: GPTID12

First line: And he that is given to dote

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 4.1, p.31.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Lyrics: Thomas Southerne (see TSTMLP5)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Gus. Sen. Drunk.

Gus. Sen. And he, he that is given to doat
On Womans inconstancy,
I wou'd not be in his Coat
For a great deal of ready Money.

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Item Code: GPTID13

First line: There was two cats sat on a well

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 4.1, p.33.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Lyrics: A familiar catch? Lyrics previously appeared in ABTD2 .

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Gus. Sen. <...> But for fear the dismal Object should make me Melancholly, I will Sing all the way, to keep my self in good Humour.

(Sings.) There was two Cats sat on a Well,
The one Cat she fell in,
But the Cat that sat by,
Wept bitterly
Because that Cat was the t'other Cats Cousin Germin. (Exit.

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Item Code: GPTID14

First line: I have a mistress that is fair

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 4.2, p.37.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Gus. Sings. I have a Mistriss that is Fair
And as sweet as Sugarcandy,
Had I ten thousand pounds a Year,
I'd give her half a Pint of Brandy.

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Item Code: GPTID15

First line: Little boy pretty boy what's thy name term'd

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 4.2, p.37.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Gus. Sen. Put up my Sword, well, Sir, so I will, what a Pox I hope I understand when to sheath my Weapon as well as another man, as old as I am. But where's old Cupid, where is that little notable blind Archer?

Sings. Little Boy, Pretty Boy, what's thy name term'd,
That thou dost wear a Bow and go so Arm'd?

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Item Code: GPTID16

First line: Come shepherds 'tis night and our flocks are in fold

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 5.1, pp.45-6.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Men<alcas>. Come Shepherds, 'tis Night, and our Flocks are in Fold,
Come Dorus and Damon, we'll haste from the Cold,
To Coridon's Cottage we'll go,
There the Liquor does merrily flow.
Do<rus>. Stay Menalcas, prethee stay,
Endimion us'd to come this way,
Let us for Endimion stay,
Cho<rus>. Let us for Endimion stay,
Dam<on>. Endimion's Flocks all go astray,
Their Master strays as much as they,
For yon Bright Moon Endimion sighs,
For her he fondly pines and dies,
Pitty poor Endimion's pain,
Poor Endimion! hopeless Swain!
Cho. Poor Endimion! hopeless Swain!
Alex<is>. Why should not a Lover
This Whining give over,
Since nothing but sorrow it yields.
Dor. Rich Egon's Brown Daughter,
Has made my Mouth Water,
But by Pan, not for her, but her Flock and her Fields.
See yonder he lies
Sleep closes his Eyes,
I'll wake him---
Alex. No Dorus, no, let him alone,
I'll wake him---
No Dorus, no let him Sleep on,
Sleep is the Lovers only Ease,
By Sleep, of quiets he pertakes,
Gay Dreams of Bliss, his Fancy please,
But when they fly, Dispair awakes:
To those short Joys the Swain we'll leave,
The only Comfort, we can give.
Chorus. To Corydon's Cottage we'll go,
There the Liquor does merrily flow.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: GPTID17

First line: Sleep shepherd 'till thou wak'st in joy

Source Edition: The Imposture Defeated; or, A Trick to Cheat the Devil (1697), 5.1, pp.45-6.

First performed: September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 727:48 (1698)

Author: George Powell

Composer: Mr. Morgan

Performer/s: Mrs. Cross

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.334, n.2998 and p.328, n.2896 [Music] A Collection of New Songs (1697), nos.5 and 6 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.

Cupid Descends.

Sleep Shepherd, 'till thou wak'st in Joy,
I've kindly wounded Cynthia's Heart,
Let coming Bliss thy Thoughts Employ,
She comes to Sooth, thy raging smart,
Sleep Shepherd till thou wak'st in Joy.
Endi<mion>. She comes, my Goddess come,---I dream---
'Tis not for waking Eyes
To see such wondrous Joys,
Joys like my Mighty Love, extream,
All Heaven is round me,---O, I Dream!
Cynthia. Awake Endimion, from above
Thy Cynthia comes to Crown thy Love.
Endimion. Oh I dream!
Sleep does my wishing Soul deceive,
I wou'd, but dare not Believe.
I Dream!
Cynthia. In thy soft Dreams true Joys appear;
Awake, and see thy Cynthia here. Endimion Starts and Catches her in his Arms.

She's here, I have my Goddess here.

Cynthia and Endimion come in Attended by a Train of Stars her Concomitants.

Cynthia. Here, here, we'll Reign in full Delight,
And thou Swain shalt Rule the Night.
Endi. Happy Beings here conceal
All the Pleasures, which they steal,
'Tis the Scandal makes the Fault,
Still she's Chaste who such is thought,
Love's delights are always sweet,
But when Secret, Sweeter yet.
Happy Being, &c.
To the Grand Chorus Cinthia's Celestial Attendants repeat the last Six Lines.

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Item Code: GPTTB1

First line: Were I with my Orinda bless'd

Source Edition: The Treacherous Brothers (1690), 3.4, pp.26-7.

First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1599:11

Author: George Powell

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A Song within.

I.

Were I with my Orinda bless'd,
Of the dear Maid Possess'd.
It wou'd in Angells Envy breed,
To see our Joys shou'd theirs exceed,
One minute wou'd more bliss bestow,
Then they in Thousand Ages know.

II.

All over Rapture when shall I,
With you in Transport lye,
On thy soft bosom to be plac'd?
To be by those dear Arms Embras'd.
Is better far then Diadems:
With all the Eastern useless Jems.

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Item Code: GVTC1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Chances (1667), 2.2, p.22

First performed: 5 February 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 277:1 (1682)

Author: George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham (adaptation of John Fletcher).

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Anth. This is his Lute: let him have it.
Sing within a little.

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Item Code: GVTC2

First line: Wasted with sighs I sighed and pined

Source Edition: The Chances (1667), song not printed in play (possible location for GVTC1 ).

First performed: 5 February 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 277:1 (1682)

Author: George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham (adaptation of John Fletcher)

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Lyrics: Robert Howard

Performer/s: Mr. Wiltshire

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.367, n.3575 [Music] Score is in A Collection of New Songs, 1697, ff.10v-11, held in the British Museum.

Text of song:

Wasted with Sighs I sigh'd and pin'd
But still her unrelenting mind
Unsoftn'd left me still Opress'd
Her Scorn and my disease encreas'd
For help another way I try'd
To use revenge Reason and pride
Summon'd their forces to my Aid,
But found those lifegards were affraid
Reason enslav'd cou'd not prevail,
Pride shrunk and feirce revenge grew pale
So sev'rall ways the Squardron flyes
At the first volley of her Eyes
I then resolv'd to take my flight
Forever from her dang'rous Sight
But then in dreams she wou'd appear
As full of Charmes and as severe
At length I found I must endure
What she or death cou'd only cure.

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Item Code: GVTR1

First line: Haste brother king we are sent from above

Source Edition: The Rehearsal (1671), 5.1, pp.43-5.

First performed: 7 December 1671.

UMI(2) reel no.: 838:13 (1672)

Author: George Villiers, Samuel Butler, Martin Clifford and Thomas Sprat.

Source/s of Music: This seems to be a facetious adaptation of Dryden's song "Hark my Damilcar we are call'd below" in 'Tyrannick Love'(see JDTL1 ).

Text of song:

The two right Kings of Brentford descend in the Clouds, singing in white garments; and three Fiddlers sitting before them, in green.

Bayes. Now, because the two Right Kings descend from above, I make 'em sing to the Tune and Stile of our modern Spirits.

1 King. Haste, brother King, we are sent from above.
2 King. Let us move, let us move:
Move to remove the Fate
Of Brentfords long united State.
1 King. Tara, tara, tara, full East and by South,
2 King. We sail with Thunder in our mouth,
In scorching noon-day, whil'st the traveller stayes,
Busie, busie, busie, busie, we bustle along.
Mounted upon warm Phoebus his Rayes,
Through the Heavenly throng,
Haste to those
Who will feast us, at night, with a Pigs Petty-toes.
1 King. And we'l fall with our pate
In an Ollio of hate.
2 King. But now supper's done, the Servitors try,
Like Souldiers, to storm a whole half-moon-pye.

1 King. They gather, they gather hot Custard in spoons,
Alas, I must leave these half-moons,
And repair to my trusty Dragoons.
2 King. O stay, for you need not as yet go astray;
The Tyde, like a friend, has brought ships in our way,
And on their high-ropes we will play.
Like Maggots in Filberds, we'l snug in our shell,
We'l frisk in our shell,
We'l firk in our shell,
And farewel.
1 King. But the Ladies have all inclination to dance,
And the green Frogs croak out a Coranto of France.

Bayes. Is not that pretty, now? The Fidlers are all in green.

Smi. I, but they play no Coranto.

Johns. No, but they play a Tune, that's a great deal better.

Bayes. No Coranto quoth a! that's a good one, with all my heart. Come, sing on.
2 King. <sings> Now Mortals that hear
How we Tilt and Carrier,
With wonder will fear
The event of such things as shall never appear.
1 King. Stay you to fulfil what the Gods have decreed.
2 King. Then call me to help you, if there shall be need.
1 King. So firmly resolv'd is a true Brentford King
To save the distressed; and help to 'em bring,
That ere a Full-pot of good Ale you can swallow,
He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla.

[Bayes phillips his finger, and sings after 'em.

Bayes. <sings> He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla.<spoken> This, Sir, you must know...

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Item Code: HCTMN1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Marriage Night (1663). 1.1, p.8.

First performed: c.September 1663

UMI(2) reel no.: 788:8

Author: Henry Cary, Viscount Falkland

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A SONG.

That done, Claudilla and De Elame discovered sitting in a rich Couch; at each end a Lady waiting.

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Item Code: HGAAP1

First line: Love's a child and ought to be

Source Edition: Argalus and Parthenia (1639), 1.2, pp.11-2.

First Performed: revived 31 January 1661 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 925:18

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Composer: William Lawes

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.283, n.2119 [Music] New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), pp.58-9 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Chri. This Musick speaks her intrance.
Enter Castalia.

Please your Lordship,
Under this shadie Poplar, sit and see
Our rurall pastimes.

1. Song.

Loves a Childe, and ought to be
Wonne with smiles, his Deity
Is cloth'd in Panthers skinnes, which hide
Those parts which kill, if but espide.
Hates warres, but such as mildly led
By Venus are to pleasures bed,
There does soft imbraces fight,
Kisses combat with delight,
Amorous lookes and sighes discover
What will win a Virgin-Lover.

Demagor. 'Tis too effeminate this; I had rather heare
The cryes of dying men than these nice straines,
Or Souldiers with loud clamours rend the aire
With shouts of victory.

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Item Code: HGAAP2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Argalus and Parthenia (1639), 2.2, p.17.

First Performed: revived 31 January 1661 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 925:18

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Parthenia with a Lute, & Exit.

Enter Demagoras.

This way she went, I followed her thorow the grove of Cypresse to this Bower, she cannot be farre off.
Exit.

Song.

Parthenia within.

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Item Code: HGAAP3

First line: Great Pan to thee we do consign

Source Edition: Argalus and Parthenia (1639), 2.2, pp.20-1.

First Performed: revived 31 January 1661 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 925:18

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Kalander, Argalus, Philarchus, Castalia, singing.

Great Pan to thee we doe consine
This fleece of Wooll. This bowle of Wine
To father Bacchus, Ceres deare
This garland of the wheaten eare
Accept. Silvanus we present
These fruits to thee, thy bounty sent.
And you maids, from whose each eye
Winged shafts of love doe flie,
Doe not shame to let your feet
In a countrey measure meet
With these youths, whose active parts
Will play the theeves, and steale your hearts.

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Item Code: HGAAP4

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Argalus and Parthenia (1639), 4.1, p.38.

First Performed: revived 31 January 1661 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 925:18

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Song and Dance.

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Item Code: HGWIAC1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Wit in a Constable (1640), 3.1, sig.E4r.

First Performed: revived 23 May 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 926:1

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Tim. Honest Formall,
Th'art in the right still; come exalt thy voyce
My little Impe of gut and haire: My Mistris
Shall know there's something in me.
How doe you
Sings.

Like it?

Form. Tis very odoriferous.

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Item Code: HGWIAC2

First line: Sing and rejoice the day is gone

Source Edition: Wit in a Constable (1640), 4.1, sig H3r-H4r.

First Performed: revived 23 May 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 926:1

Author: Henry Glapthorne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Boy. Please you hear a good song Gentlemen?

Bus. These squeakers, doe claime more <...>

Boy. A very new song and please your worships gentlemen.

Bus. There you lye boy;
I doubt it is some lamentable stuffe,
Oth' Swine-fac'd gentlewoman, and that youle grunt out
Worse than a parish Boare when he makes love
Unto the Vicars sow; her story's stale boy,
'T has beene already in two playes.

Boy. An't please your worships,
My song is of a Constable.

Bus. How's that? a Constable,
Tis not my selfe: I hope ime not exalted
Into a ballad: Dare you sirrah abuse
Officers in your Madrigalls; you deserve,
And so does he that made it, to be whipt for't.

Boy. Pray heare it sir: tis no such matter on my credit.

Bus. How's that? Well, on thy credit I will heare it.
Callin your company; welcome my Masters: Ent. Musicians.
Here: wet your wesands first, then thunder forth
Some lofty Sonnets in the praise of Constables;
And never feare the whipping-post hereafter.

Constables 2 Song.

Sing and rejoyce, the day is gone.
And the wholsome night appeares.
in which the Constable on Throne
Of trusty bench, does with his Peeres
The comely watch; men sound of health,
Sleep for the good oth' Common-wealth.

Tis his office to doe so,
Being bound to keep the peace.
And in quiet sleep all know
Mortall jarres, and lewd brawles cease:
A Constable may then for's health,
Sleep for the good oth' Common-wealth.

Unlesse with Nobler thoughts inspir'd,
To the Taverne he resort,
Where with Sacke his Sences fir'd,
He raignes as fairy King in Court;
Drinking many a lusty health,
Then sleepes for th'good oth' Common-wealth.

With a comely girle, whom late
He had taken in his watch,
Oft he steales out of the gate
Her at the old sport to match,
Though it may impaire his health,
He sleeps with her for th'good oth' Common-wealth.

Who then can Constables deny
To be persons brave and witty,
Since they onely are the eye,
The Glory, the delight oth' City,
That with staffe, and Lanthorne light
Are like blacke Pluto Princes of the night.

Men. An excellent Ditty I promise you.

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Item Code: HHTWW1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Wary Widdow: or, Sir Noisy Parrat (1693), 2.3, p.16.

First performed: Late March 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1060:16

Author: Henry Higden

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Sir Nois. I am glad to wait on you in so good a humour: it us'd to be more Lowring and Tempestious--- And therefore I brought the Fiddles to appease the Storm.

Clar. That is allay'd by your Company; a Womans Countenance, does not always shew her real meaning: But since you have brought the Musick, we'l have a minuit. [strike up.

Sir Nois. I am Surpriz'd to find you in so good a humour

Musick plays---She Dances and Sings with all Gaiety, Turns him about. He shews himself very Clumsey and awkard in the Dance.

Clar. I see Sir Noisy I can tire you out---Sit down and Breath a while and we'l to't agen. I perceive this exercise has made you Dry---Betty bring Wine, and a Collation---Come Sir Noisy?

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Item Code: HHTWW2

First line: Thou life of all the sun whose grace

Source Edition: The Wary Widdow: or, Sir Noisy Parrat (1693), 2.3, p.17, lyrics appearing at p.53.

First performed: Late March 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1060:16

Author: Henry Higden

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Clar. <...> But since you have prest the Musick let 'em divert us with a Song.

Sir Nois. Madam! I design to treat you with an air of my own Composing and setting.

[which he produces and reads it with great admiration.]

Clar. Indeed Sir Noisy this must be very Charming?

The Musick Sings the same Song.

<lyrics as they appear at page 53>

This Song is Repeated by Sir Noisy Parrat with great Admiration, and after Sung. In the Second Act. page 17.

I.

Thou Life of all the Sun whose Grace
Enlightens this fair Hemesphere,
Where Noblest Beautys fainter rays
Like Stars by day-light disappear.

II.

Thou Miracle with Heavenly Fire
Doest kindle Love in every heart,
In whom the Graces do conspire
Joyn'd with the Muses utmost art.

III.

My Wit is dazled with thy Eyes,
My heart is ravish'd with thy Voice;
Lend me Loves wings that I may rise
Not by my merrit, but thy choice.

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Item Code: HHTWW3

First line: I took the faithless callow from the nest

Source Edition: The Wary Widdow: or, Sir Noisy Parrat (1693), 2.3, p.17, lyrics appearing at pp.53-4.

First performed: Late March 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1060:16

Author: Henry Higden

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Clar. Sir Noisy, I perceive you're in a perfect Rapture, these Hiperbolicall Expressions treat your Mistress like an Idol, be pleased to command the Musick to sing the new Dialogue of Womens freedom that's much more agreeable to my humour.

Sir Nois. Madam I will. [goes to speake to the Musick.]

Clar. How have I perform'd?

Betty. To the life: the poor Idiot stands amaz'd at your freedom: Carry it on with fresh humour, and I'le warrant you, you nauseate him: For ever prosecuting his Love further. That torrent of discourse that us'd to roule so volubly from his Tongue, without sence or Consideration, has now left him; he is grown Speechless, quite run down and insipid.

Re-enter Sir Noisy.

The Song. (from pp. 53-4)

Second Song in the same Page.

I.

Man. I took the faithless Callow from the Nest
And Nurst thee in my Breast,
Taught thee the grounds and notes to Chirp and Sing,
But when thou felt'st the Spring
Thou didst dispise thy Care unkindly Roame
Abroad regardless of my Love, neglecting home.

II.

Woman. For all thy care and kindness past 'tis true
Grave Sir, my thanks are due;
But thou design'st to slave me as a Wife,
And Cage me for my Life:
Beauty for Cloysters Nature did not meane,
While ev'ry bush presents a brisk young Valentine.

III.

Man. Thy Vows assur'd me and our hands did joyn,
Thou ever wouldst be mine,
That no seducing Bird of Song or Prey,
Should Spirit thee away,
I claym thee as my right, thou Pearl of price;
Purchas'd with all my Stock my lovely Paradice.

IV.

Woman. 'Twas man grown false, or weake that first did plot
To knit this Gordian Knot,
By Tyrant Customs strive to fetter Love,
Whose Nature is to rove:
When fancys glutted, Birds fresh mates may choose,
Yet none are sham'd, divorc'd, or wealthy Joyntures loose.

V.

Urge Constancy no more, those feeble tyes
Availe not to the Wise,
Who would a Costly Vessell rig or trim
Never to let her Swim.
My Inclination bids me wildly range,
And love in every Port, to barter and exchange.

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Item Code: HHTWW4

First line: One <All> hand<s> up a loft [Swab the coach fore and aft]

Source Edition: The Wary Widdow: or, Sir Noisy Parrat (1693), 4.2, p.40, lyrics appearing at pp.54-5.

First performed: Late March 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1060:16

Author: Henry Higden

Composer: Bernard Martin Berenclow( nwc)

Lyrics: An "Unknown Person"

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.169, n.113 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.323-5 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al.

Text of song:

Mas. <...> Here are a sort of Fidlers aboard, bring them out, and let them rub out their Guts for my diversion, and let the Rascalls sing us a Song, that the Punch may trole down to some tune. The force of this great Bomb has blown off some of our Bull dogs, but we'le fall on with a new detachment, and sound the bottom ere we part. [They sing a Sea Song. This was made by one that understood plain Sayling, and Ship shape. My deer let some of the inferiour women come in and divert us with a Dance: But let me not see a face that is not drunk as any in the great Cabin.

<lyrics as they appear at pp.54-5>

A Sea SONG. Made by an Unknown Person.

One hand up a loft
Swab the Coach for and aft
For the Punch Councell strait will be sitting,
For fear the Ship rowle
Sling up a full Bowle
For their Honours let all things be fitting,
In an Ocean of Punch to Night we'le all Sayle
In a Bowle, whereof Sea room we never can faile.

Chorus. With full double Cups, we'le liquour our Chops
And then trim the Sayls with a hoe up hoe,
But we'le drink e're we goe, we'le drink e're we goe.

The Winds veereing aft
Then loose e'ry Sayle
She'le bear all her Top-sayles a trip,
Heave the Log from the Poop
It blows a fresh gale,
And a just Account on the board keep,
She runs you Eight knots, that's Eight cups to my thinking,
That's a cup for each knot should be fild for our drinking.

Here Messe Mate. Thanks Skipper.
'tis a Health to the King.
While the Starrboard watch drinks, let the Larrboard watch Sing.
Heres to thee Peter. Thanks honest Jo.
About let it go.
In our Bowle still a calm is how e're the Winds Blow.

The Quarteere must cun
While the fore mast man steers,
Each health to the Port where tis bound,
Who belayes 'till tis a Brimmer
Is drub'd at the Geeres
And the Health of each we must sound.
To our Noble Commander his honour and health,
Let him drown and be dam'd refuses the health.

What news on the Deck hoe
It blows a meer Storm
She lyes a try under the Missen,
Why what if she do
Will it be any harm
If one Bumper more does us all reason.
The Bowle must be freed boys, in spite of the weather,
Yea, yea,---huzah, let us all haule together.

Chorus. With full &c.

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Item Code: JATR1

First line: Beauty no longer shall suffer eclipse

Source Edition: The Reformation (1673), 2.1, pp.18-9.

First performed: c.May? 1673 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 163:5

Author: Joseph Arrowsmith

Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.181, n.324 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.58 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.

Text of song:

Ped. <...> As you can agree. But prithee, now you talk of singing, let Leandro hear the song you made upon the Reformation.

Ant. Sing boy.

SONG.

Beauty no longer shall suffer Eclipse,
Nor jealousie dare to confine
The power of those eyes, or use of those lips
Which nothing but kindness design.
Our Ladies shall be
As frolick as we,
Nor shall husband or Father repine.

We'el banish the strategems us'd by the State
To keep the poor women in aw,
Henceforth they themselves, shall rule their own fate
And desire shall be to them a law.
Thus they being free
From Padlock and Key
May with their Reformers withdraw.

Where in private we'el teach them the Mysteries of Love,
And practise that Lecture over,
Till we the fond scruple of honor remove,
And the end of our passion discover.
No maid shall complain
Or wife sign in vain
For each may be eas'd by her Lover.

Away with all things that sound like to Laws,
In this our new Reformation;
Let the Formalities prate, the good old cause
Is a general toleration.
From this time they're free
A veyl's Heresie
And a Vizard Excommunication.

Lea. 'Tis a brisk design, and must needs take among the Ladies...

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Item Code: JATR2

First line: Let your politic nodles debate

Source Edition: The Reformation (1673), 2.1, p.20.

First performed: c.May? 1673 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 163:5

Author: Joseph Arrowsmith

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Ant. Sings.

Let your politick nodles debate
So our women be free,
'Tis nothing to him, to thee, or to me
Who governs the Church or the State.

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Item Code: JATR3

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Reformation (1673), 3.2, p.32.

First performed: c.May? 1673 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 163:5

Author: Joseph Arrowsmith

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Pacheco. Thus I come up. [Sings a piece of a Tune.]

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Item Code: JATR4

First line: Fill round the healths good natur'd and free

Source Edition: The Reformation (1673), 4.2, p.59.

First performed: c.May? 1673 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 163:5

Author: Joseph Arrowsmith

Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.220, n.1000 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.49 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.

Text of song:

Pac. So now all hands.

Fill round the healths good natur'd and free,
Let your States-men politick be,
No custom our joyes shall defer.
This is bliss.
Each Lady has her Gallant, each man has his Mis,
On this side and this,
Let us kiss, let us kiss, A la mode d'Angle terre.

Jul. If this be an English custom, 'tis a mighty kissing country, this is too much...

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Item Code: JBCTG1

First line: Sisters Whilst I thus wave my wand

Source Edition: Cyrus the Great; or, The Tragedy of Love (1695), 1.1, p.5.

First performed: Mid-December 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 81:9 (1696)

Author: John Banks

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Witches SONG.

1 Witch. Sisters, Whilst I thus wave my Wand,
Charming the Ground on which we stand;
Invoke the Spirit of this Slain,
Its Body to inform again:
Some of Deucalion's Seeds I've found,
That rais'd Mankind when all was drown'd.
2 Witch. Mummy with Cats Blood did I boil,
I'll chafe his Temples with the Oil.
3 Witch. To fume his Nostrils, lo, I bring
A Feather from the Phoenix Wing.
4 Witch. I'll wash his Joints with Liquor brought
From AEson's Bath, which Wonders wrought.

CHORUS.

He stirs, he stirs; Rise and foretell
This list'ning Monarch's Fate from Hell.

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Item Code: JBCTG2

First line: Hark how the trumpet and the drums

Source Edition: Cyrus the Great; or, The Tragedy of Love (1695), 1.1, p.7.

First performed: Mid-December 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 81:9 (1696)

Author: John Banks

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

[Noises of singing within.

Cyax. Whence comes this Sound of Musick, and of Voices <...>

Enter to them Hystaspes, with Panthea, Women, and Attendant.

SONG.

I.

Heark how the Trumpet and the Drums,
With dismal Voice proclaim she comes,
Whilst we that Victory despise,
Where Valour blushes at the Prize.

2.

The Royal Captive now appears,
A Beauty sinking under Showers of Tears.
Love's Queen in Chains, fetter'd are all her Charms,
And useless lie her little Heroes Arms.

3.

And yet the Conquerour shall yield,
And give up all the Trophies of the Field;
Shall kiss that Sceptre, which the World does sway,
And at his Captive's Feet his Laurels lay.
How pleasing is the Pain a Lover feels,
Glad to be chain'd to Beauty's Chariot Wheels.

CHORUS.

Such is the Force of Love! the Great, the Brave,
All must submit, sometime put on the Slave.

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Item Code: JBCTG3

First line: O take him gently from the pile

Source Edition: Cyrus the Great; or, The Tragedy of Love (1695), 4.1, p.41.

First performed: Mid-December 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 81:9 (1696)

Author: John Banks

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Bracegirdle

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.307, n.2527 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Fourth Book (1696), pp.14-7 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.

Text of song:

Laus. ---My Father weeps: If tears cou'd quench thee!

I. SONG.

O take him gently from the Pile,
And lay him here to rest,
And I will scorch for him the while;
If he must burn, then burn him in my Breast,
For there is Fire, there is shame
Enough to set the World on flame.

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Item Code: JBCTG4

First line: I am arm'd and declare [For a vigorous war]

Source Edition: Cyrus the Great; or, The Tragedy of Love (1695), 4.2, pp.41-2.

First performed: Mid-December 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 81:9 (1696)

Author: John Banks

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See JBCTG3 of which this score is a part.

Text of song:

Laus. This Bow and Quiver were a wanton Cupid's;
I watch'd the Boy, as he lay down to sleep,
And stole his Amunition from his side;
And now I've got 'em, I will be reveng'd
On all mankind, on all the Sex at once,
And shoot Love's Plague into their Breasts---Stand fair.

II. SONG.

I am arm'd, and declare
For a Vigerous War;
By my Bow and my Quiver I swear
Not a Rebel to Love will I spare,
This Shaft I will draw to the Head,
And shoot the great Persian, shoot him dead.
The Tyrani shall die, there's one will deny him,
Let him Court her with Crowns she shall fly him,
This Shaft I will draw to the Head,
And shoot the great Archer dead.

Cyr. Her Sence is out of Tune, her Wits not well,
But yet, alas! her Tongue is Charming still.

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Item Code: JBKETT1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: King Edward the Third, With the Fall of Mortimer Earl of March (1690), 5.3, p.52.

First performed: November 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 51:12 (1691)

Author: John Bancroft (adapt. by William Mountfort?)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Mort. Some Musick for my Charmer, let us indulge
And gratify our Souls Luxuriously:
Raptures unknown the harmony shall raise,
Our hearts shall beat the measures of the time,
And tender sighs eccho each artfull note,
Till our soft murmurs fall by soft degrees,
And dye like o're-charg'd Flutes with too much playing.

Queen. I cannot answer as I ought but thus. [Embraces.

A Song. After the Song Mountacute, Delamore, and Attendants come from under the Stage.

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Item Code: JBS1

First line: In Erebus and in the lowest shades

Source Edition: Sertorius (1679), 2.11, pp.20-1.

First performed: March 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 51:13

Author: John Bancroft

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

An Altar discover'd. Enter the Flamen of Mars, attended by the Salij. While Sertorius and Perpenna stand on each side the Altar, is Sung this SONG.

In Erebus, and in the lowest shades,
Of ancient Chaos, and old Kingdom Night,
Where the fierce Element of Fire ne'r fades,
Where horrors, and the Terrors of the sight
The Pow'rs Immortal, tho secure, affright:
Thou, in the Genius of Alcides, Reign'd,
And made the God-like Labors soon obtain'd.
Son of Juno, God of War,
Who in bloud and death delights,
Which still adorn thy mighty Car,
And fire the brave in fiercest fights:
From Thrones Etherial, see, O see,
The strictest bonds of unity,
Through Death and Wounds offer'd to thee.

Here the Incense is lighted on the Altar; Sertorius and Perpenna shake hands over the smoke: the Salij Dancing a Warlike dance, to the honor of Mars.

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Item Code: JBTRK1

First line: In vain dear Cassandra in vain you employ

Source Edition: The Rival Kings, or The Loves of Oroondates and Statira (1677), 3.1, p.20.

First performed: Late June 1677 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 51:17

Author: John Banks

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A Song to be Sung by Oroondates unseen in the Garden.

In vain dear Cassandra in vain you imploy,
Your precepts of Virtue my Love to destroy,
In thinking your breath, can allay my desire,
You cool but my hopes, and blow more the fire,
Though hopeless of favour, and slighted I were,
I could Love, while I live, condemn'd to despair.

But why do I wish for impossible things,
Such happiness fit for the greatest of Kings,
For to me are deni'd all blessings within,
But to pass by her door and afraid to go in,
Or if her by chance at a distance, I see?
My Soul at my Mouth flying instant from me.

But when I come near her, I look and I gaze,
And somewhat would say, but am still in amaze.
When as with my courage, new breath I infuse,
Just ready to say, what I fear I should lose,
The thing that I thought on a sudden retires,
And my speech in a sigh on her bosome expires.

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Item Code: JC1TDOJ1

First line: Day is dismounted on the watery plain

Source Edition: The Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Vespasian, Part One (1677), Prologue, sig.a4v.

First performed: 12 January 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:7

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A SONG to be sung by Levites at the Temple Gates, on the opening of the Scene.

Day is dismounted on the watry Plain,
And Evening does begin to fold
Up Light's rich Cloth of Gold,
And Nature's Face the Night begins to stain.
Holy Angels round us keep,
While our sense dissolves in sleep.
While the half of us is dead
Let the living half be lead
To your Gardens, to your Bowers,
Where you pass your pleasing hours.
Treat within your heav'nly Tents
Your Brethren Spirits thus in state
While they wait
The leisure of their slumbring sense.

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Item Code: JC1TDOJ2

First line: Hence thou [you] vain fantastic fear

Source Edition: The Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Vespasian, Part One (1677), 2.2, p.17.

First performed: 12 January 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:7

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Unrecorded ( John Banister or Thomas Low?)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.239, n.1339 [Music] Score is in Banister, John and Low, Thomas, New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), pp.140-1--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

SONG sung within.

Hence, hence, thou vain fantastick fear
Of Ills to come, we know not where;
Stand not with thy infernal face
To fright my Love from my embrace;
To what a height shou'd we love on,
Wert thou and all thy Shadows gone?

Sigh, sigh no more, nor cry forbear
'Tis sin, I neither must nor dare;
If sin can in these pleasures dwell,
If this can be the Gate of Hell,
No flesh can hold from entring in;
Heaven must forgive so sweet a sin.

Down, down she does begin to fall,
And now the Shadows vanish all;
And now the Gate is ope to bliss,
And now I'm enter'd Paradise;
Whilst envying Angels flock to view,
And wonder what it is we doe.

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Item Code: JC2TDOJ1

First line: Come pious mourner pray no more

Source Edition: The Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Vespasian, Part Two (1677), 3.1, pp.32-3.

First performed: 18 January 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:7

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

SONG.

Come pious Mourner, pray no more,
But let the Gods alone;
You favours endlesly implore,
But will be granting none:
Can you expect from any King
To gain whate're you crave,
Who dare when you your offerings bring
Torment and wound his Slave?
You ask of Heav'n Eternal Crowns,
As your devotions due,
And yet can wound me with your frowns,
For asking smiles of you.

Asunder let's no longer stray,
But both devotions joyn;
Let us when dead be sav'd your way,
But whilst we live in mine.
Is e're I to a soul am pin'd,
I gain the thing I sought;
I'le be content to be all mind,
To act it o're in thought.
Admit me to the place of bliss,
To Love's divine abodes,
And we will laugh at Paradise,
And not be Saints, but Gods.

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Item Code: JCA1

First line: Come all ye amorous spirits of the air

Source Edition: Andromache (1674), 5.1, pp.40-1.

First performed: August 1674 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 224:14 (1675)

Author: John Crowne (trans. Jean Racine)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The Song sung at the Procession.

<1.>

Come all ye amorous Spirits of the Air,
That wait on Loves employ,
That whet his shafts, his game prepare.
Ye active Ministers of sweetest joy.
Come now and hover in this sacred place;
This happy hour, loves mighty Triumph grace.

2.

See, see! the blest and royal pair are here,
Loves flames shoot through their Eyes,
Each tedious minute seems a year.
End, end dull Priests your duller Mysteries.
Dispatch the Gods whose aid Love does not need,
Go send e'm back to their dull Heaven with speed.

In a full Chorus.

Come let the flames the victims seize,
Feast all the Gods and Goddesses.
This we in pure Devotion do,
Not Gods that we have need of you.
We kindly let your Altars smoak,
But it is Love we most invoke.
In Love and Hymens name the Ecchoes ring,
'Tis Jo. Hymen, Hymen, still we sing.
Jo. Hymen, Hymeneae, Jo. Hymen.

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Item Code: JCC1

First line: Hail mighty prince whose loud renown

Source Edition: Caligula (1698), II., p. 17

First performed: Late February or early March 1698 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:11

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Priests in Procession singing, carrying a golden Image of the Emperor, attended by the Consuls and Senate.

The SONG Sung by the Priests.

Hail! Mighty Prince, whose loud renown
O'r ev'ry Region flies;
On whom with wonder Gods look down,
And gaze with envious eyes:
Whom, more than Hell, all Nations fear,
And more than Heav'n obey;
Who o'r-runs Kingdoms ev'ry year,
With Jove has equal sway:
Who ruins Realms, enriches Graves,
Makes mighty Kings of humble Slaves,
And Slaves of mighty Kings;
His praise, this great Assembly here,
With all devotion sings.

Our bloody Wars are ended;
The Sword is now
But worn for shew;
And the stubborn bow unbended.
Our hours of ease, and leisure,
We'll give to pomp and pleasure,
And Songs in praise of Caesar,
Who War with glory ended.
The Sword is now
But worn for shew;
And the stubborn Bow unbended.

Now Peace begins to heal our wounds,
And all our wants repair;
We'll Plough the Seas, and Plough our Grounds,
And Plough the tempting fair:
Our lofty Tow'rs shall scale the Sky,
Our Wealth unbounded, like our joy,
Shall fly more free than air:
Our Wars are done,
And the World is won,
So now farewel to care.

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Item Code: JCC2

First line: Though over all mankind besides

Source Edition: Caligula (1698), song not printed in play.

First performed: Late February or early March 1698 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:11

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Richard Leveridge ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Lindsey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.352, n.3319 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.314-7. First appeared in A Second Book of Songs, 1699?, ff.2-4 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

Tho' over all Mankind besides
My conquering beauty reigns,
From him I love when I meet disdain,
A killing damp comes o'er my Pride;
I'm fair and young in vain;
No, let him wander where he will,
I shall have youth and beauty still;
I shall have beauty that can charm a Jove.
And no fault but constant love:
From my arms then let him fly,
Shall I languish, pine, and die,
No, no, no, no, no, not I.

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Item Code: JCC8OF1

First line: Oh love if e're thou'lt ease a heart

Source Edition: The History of Charles VIII of France, or The Invasion of Naples by the French (1671), 4.1, p.47.

First performed: Late November 1671 (Danchin).

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:9 (1672)

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Pelham Humphrey ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.305, n.2500 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.19 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.

Text of song:

{...A Song within}

Whilst the Song is sung, Charles and Mompensier enters, Charles gazes on Julia.

The Song sung to Julia in the Garden.

Oh Love! if e're thou'lt ease a Heart,
That owns thy power Divine,
That bleeds with thy too cruel dart,
And pants with never ceasing smart;
Take pity now on mine,
Under the shade, I fainting lye!
A thousand times I wish to dye:
But when I find cold death too nigh,
I grieve to lose my pleasing pain,
And call my wishes back again.

But thus as I sat all alone,
I'th shady mirtle Grove,
And to each gentle sigh and moan,
Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan,
Came by the man I love.
Oh! How I strove my griefs to hide!
I panted, blush'd, and almost died,
And did each tatling eccho chide,
For fear some breath of moving Air,
Should to his Ears my sorrows bear.

Yet Oh Ye Powers! I'd dye to gain,
But one poor parting Kiss!
And yet I'de be on Wracks of pain.
E're I'd one Thought or Wish retain,
Which Honour thinks amiss.
Thus are poor Maids unkindly us'd,
By Love and Nature both abus'd,
Our tender Hearts all ease refus'd;
And when we burn with secret flame
Must bear our griefs, or die with shame.

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Item Code: JCC8OF2

First line: They call they call what voice is that

Source Edition: The History of Charles VIII of France, or The Invasion of Naples by the French (1671), 5.1, pp.61-2.

First performed: Late November 1671 (Danchin).

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:9 (1672)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

There arises a Spirit...and near the Chairs the Musick in White Robes, and Laurels on their Heads. A Chorus of Voices and loud Musick heard...after a dance the Spirit descends, and the Scene closes.

The Song of Spirits sung to Isabella as she sits asleep.

They call! They call! What Voice is that?
A Lady in despair,
Whose Tears and Sorrows come too late,
Her losses to repair.
By too much Pride I've lost a Heart,
I languish to regain:
And yet I'de kill the man I love,
E're own my fond disdain.
Some gentle Spirit shew the fate
Of him I love, but feign would hate.

In vain! In vain! thou seek'st our aid,
Thy passion to remove;
For see, alas! The sad events
Of thy too Tragick Love.
See! See! The Crown thou didst disdain
Another brow must wear,
Then sigh and weep no more in vain,
But dye in deep despair.
May this be all proud Beauties fate,
Still to repent their pride too late.

When Kings like Gods descend to woe,
They must not be deny'd:
Nor may fond beauties damne themselves
To please a Moments pride.
Beauty was made by th'Pow'rs above,
Monarchs to entertain.
No greater duty is then love,
Nor sin then proud disdain.
Thou then who durst a King deny,
Hast from his sight, despair and die.

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Item Code: JCCCN1

First line: Augusta is inclin'd to fears

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), Prologue.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

[The following Stanza is properly part of the Genius's Speech, being a pertinent Reply to Thames; but being set extreme pleasantly, and for a treble voice, it was sung by Thames.

Augusta is inclin'd to fears.
Be she full, or be she waining,
Still Augusta is complaining:
Give her all you can to ease Her,
You shall never, never please Her.

Chor. Augusta is enclin'd to fears &c.

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Item Code: JCCCN2

First line: Let us both their praises sing

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), Prologue.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Chor. of all. Let us both their praises sing,
Whilst we both in Triumph bring;
Let us all contend to grace 'em
With our loud and joyfull'st thanks,
Whilst upon the flow'ry Banks
Of this beautious Nymph we place 'em.

<NOTE: It is possible that much, if not all, of the Prologue is intended to be sung, particularly that by the Chorus, which repeats the last line of dialogue of the preceding speaker>.

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Item Code: JCCCN3

First line: Now for the play the prologue is done

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), Prologue.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

When the Prologue is done, and all gone off the Stage, Enter two, who sing this following Song:

Now for the Play, the Prologue is done,
The Dancing is o're, and the Singers are gone.
The Ladies so Fine, and so Fair, it surpasses,
Are dress'd, and have all tak'n leave of their Glasses.
Where are the Slaves should make ready the Stage?
Here, here are the Slaves should make ready the Stage.

An Entry of Carpenters.

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Item Code: JCCCN4

First line: Hark hark I hear the merry hunter's horn

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 1.3, pp.12ff.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Strephon, Corydon, Daphne, Sylvia. Cho. of Shepheards.

Str. Hark, Hark, I hear the merry Hunters Horn.
Cory. The Sound from yonder Hill by Winds is born.
Daph. Diana, and her Nymphs are all that way
A Hunting gone.
Syl. So soon e're break of day?
Chor. Let 'em, let e'm go.
Lovers, better pleasures know.

Stre. Let the cold Nymphs run dubling in the Dew,
Kind Love to warmer Pleasures us invites.
Daph. I do not envy their Delights,
Whilst my dear Strephon does continue true.
Cor. Whilst thus severe my Sylvia does remain,
I envy not the Hunters, but the Slain.
Sylv. Poor Corydon, thy Flame remove,
I pity thee, but cannot love.
Yet I own, I have something in every Vein,
Which moves me to Love, could I meet with a Swain,
Who were to my mind, and would love me again.
Stre. See Shepheards, the day is begun:
Come, with our Sports let's welcom the Sun.

An Entry of Basques.

Sylv. Kind Lovers, Love on,
Least the World be undone,
And Mankind be lost by Degrees:
For if all from their Loves
Should go wander in Groves,
There soon would be nothing but Trees.
Chor. Kind Lovers, Love on, &c. Exeunt omnes.

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Item Code: JCCCN5

First line: Come shepherds quickly hasten to the shades

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 2.1, pp.25ff.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Strephon, Corydon, Daphne, Sylvia, Chorus of Shepheards. The Scene near the Vale, whither the Winds carryed Calisto.

Cho. Come Shepheards quickly hasten to the Shades,
The Sun with all his force the Air invades.
Sylv. The open Plains let us forsake;
Here is a Grove will pity of us take:
The Trees in gentle whisperings invite us;
Here are all things to invite us.
Stre. These pleasures none can well improve,
But we, (my Shepherdess) who love.
Daph. These Pleasures none can well improve,
But we, (my dearest Swain) who love.
Corid. Oh happy Shepheard, and kind Shepherdess,
Whom all the Gods, above expression bless.
Here Sylvia cruel, I forlorn,
Torment our selves each day.
Whilst I with grief, and she with scorn,
Wast all your youth away.
Sylv. Alas poor Shepheard! the fault is not mine
That to thy passion I do not incline;
I wish thy love and desert were more moving;
For I confess I fain would be loving. She Pawses and Starts.
What (on the sudden) do I ayle?
Gentle Winds from yonder Vale,
On the sudden warm my Heart.
Sylv. Oh! I'm wounded: Oh! I smart. Enter Cupids, and Winds.
Stre. Sure some God is here descended,
With a Train of Loves attended.
Sylv. Oh! I'm wounded: Oh! I Love.
This is some inchanted Grove.
Cho. This is some inchanted Grove. An Entry of Cupids, and Winds.
Stre. Oh! my Soul is in a Flame.
Daph. I must fly, or lose my Fame.
Cor. O what raging Passions fill me!
Love me Sylvia now, or kill me.
Sylv. Oh! I love, and long to shew it;
But my Shepheard shall not know it.
Stre. Oh! my Daphne! now or never.
Daph. Strephon, fly my sight for ever.
Corid. I can no longer Sylvia wait thee.
Syl. Corydon be gone, I hate thee.
Chor. Curse on this inchanted Grove.
We are all undone with Love.
We are all undone with Love.
Fly from this inchanted Grove. Exeunt omnes.

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Item Code: JCCCN6

First line: Corydon is a noble swain

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 3.1, pp.39ff.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Daphne and Sylvia.

Sylv. Corydon is a Noble Swain,
And too long has felt disdain:
But since scorn I once did show,
My Love I'm too proud to let him know.
Daph. Ah Sylvia! Sylvia! my Heart (like yours)
Pain from foolish Pride endures.
I angry with Strephon to day did appear,
And now long to reconcile;
Yet in pride for a time will seem severe,
Though it breaks my Heart the while.

Enter Strephon, Corydon, Chorus of Shepheards.

Daphne and Sylvia offer to go as they Enter.

Stre. Oh whither does my lovely Daphne fly?
Cory. How long will Sylvia Corydon deny.
Daph. It is my Will my kindness to remove.
Sylv. And I shall never, never Love. Daphne and Sylvia Exeunt.
Stre. Oh! what has chang'd my Daphne's mind?
Cho. Oh false, and cruel Woman-kind!
1 Shep. Come Shepheards do not complain.
See, see yonder a merry Train,
Of Gypsies dancing over the Plain.
Call 'em straight, Call 'em straight to comfort these poor Swains.
An Entry of Gypsies.
No longer complain,
If your Loves shew disdain,
Be proud and disdain 'em again.
The Fools you will find
Will be glad to be kind,
When they once are despised by the Men. Gipsies go off.
1. Shep. Hark, Hark! in yonder Woods the Satyrs Play,
The Ecchoes bring their Laughs this way.
They with some pleasant sport are pleas'd.
The wanton Demy-Beasts some Nymphs have seiz'd. Enter Two Shepheards.
Laugh Shepheards, Laugh and Sing;
Joyful Tydings now we bring.
The Fair Calisto is disgrac'd;
Gods and Mortals hate the Chast. An Entry of Satyrs
Stre. All this to me but little ease does give.
Coryd. All Joys are dead to me, why do I live?
Stre. In death alone we ease shall find.
Coryd. In death alone we we ease shall find.
Chor. of all. Oh false and cruel Woman-kind! Exeunt omnes.

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Item Code: JCCCN7

First line: Oh whither are our poor despairing shepherds gone

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 4.1, pp.65ff.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Daphne, and Sylvia.

Daph. Oh! whither are our poor despairing Shepherd's gone?
I fear I have my Strephon slain,
Sylv. And I my Corydon.
Daph. Oh my sorrow! Oh my pain!
Could I my Strephon find:
Could I my dearest Strephon find,
I'd never be unkind.
I'd never be unkind to him again.
Sylv. And I, my Love would passionately own,
Could I find my Corydon.
Daph. Do I Dream? Do I Rave?
Look towards yonder Cave.
Sylv. Our Shepherds come from yonder Cave.
Sylv., Daph.
Our Shepherds come from yonder Cave.
Sylv. From empty Pride I'll be free,
It shall bring no more mischief upon me,
Since I Love as well as he,
I'll not hazard my joy,
In being foolishly coy,
It had like to have undone me.

Daphne and Sylvia go and meet Strephon and Corydon: each brings in her Shepherd.

Daph. Dear Strephon, give despairing o're,
Unkindnesses are gone,
I never will be cruel to thee more.
Sylv. Nor I to Corydon.
Cory. O what kind God does Sylvia's hate remove?
Str. And made at length my Daphne grateful prove?
Sylv. The God of Love.
Daph. The God of Love.
Sylv., Daph. The gentle God of Love.
Cory. Oh happy Tydings!
Str. Blessed hour!
Ever kind and gentle Pow'r.
Cor. Ever kind and gentle Pow'r.

Enter Chorus of Shepherds, follow'd by Bacchusses.

Chor. Joy Shepherds Joy! Diana's disgrac'd,
Love has had to day Revenge on the Chaste.
The Bacchusses here our mirth to improve,
Come hither to follow the Triumphs of Love.
No mirth without Bacchus, nor joy without Love.

An Entry of Bacchusses.

After the Dance.

Cor. Since all our Grief thus joyfully ends,
Let each Shepherdess make her Shepherd amends,
To the Temple let's go,
And then we will show,
What every Lover, by Loving intends. Exeunt omnes.

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Item Code: JCCCN8

First line: Happy lovers happy live

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 5.1, pp.81ff.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Strephon, Corydon, Daphne, Sylvia, Chorus of Shepherds, as from the Temple.

Cho. Happy Lovers! happy Live,
And all the Gods their blessings give.
Cor. Lead along, and with Delight,
Let us hasten on the Night. Enter two African Women.
Stre. What Vision's this is come to greet us?
Cory. See! the Night is come to meet us.
1 Afr. Stay gentle Swains be not afraid,
To see our Faces hid in shade.
We, but lately, were as fair,
As your Shepherdesses are.
Did not a frantick Youth of late,
O'reset the Chariot of the Sun?
Cory. He did, and his deserved Fate
He met when he had done.
2 Afr. It is he that hath undone us:
He powr'd whole streams
Of melting beams,
Red, and glowing hot upon us.
And now we range the World around,
To see if our lost Beauty can be found. Enter a third African Woman.
3 Afr. Rejoyce, Rejoyce: our Beauty's found,
Our lovely White and Red,
To two chaste Nymphs of Cynthia's Train is fled,
And they must Stars be crown'd:
And now instead of what we sought,
Our Black with us must fair be thought.
All three. This happy Fate, who could Divine?
Our Beauty then in Heav'n must shine.
1 Afr. No Losers we shall prove,
By parting with our Red and White;
If black will serve the turn of Love;
For Beauty's made for Loves delight.
3 Afr. See! See! the Nymphs are coming here.
Sylv. But Oh! what glorious Apparition's near?
The Clouds amazing Glories gild:
All the Clouds with Gods are fill'd.
And all the Gods appear.

Calisto and Nyphe enter under a Canopy, supported by Africans; immediately upon their entrance, a Heav'n is discover'd, fill'd with Gods and Goddesses.

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Item Code: JCCCN9

First line: Must these be stars and to heaven remove

Source Edition: Calisto, or The Chaste Nymph (1675), 5.1, p.81.

First performed: 15 February 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 913:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The whole concludes with an Entry of Africans, and this Song.

Daph. Must these be Stars? And to Heaven remove,
Before they have tasted the pleasures of Love.
That the Gods so ill, such Beauty should use!
What mighty Cost must Nature lose?
Syl. I cannot so much Beauty show,
But what I have, I'll better bestow.
Not upon Gods, or Glories above,
Or empty Renown, but Pleasure and Love.
All pleasure but love, from our hearts we'l be chasing,
We'l kindle our selves into Stars with embracing:
We'l every moment our pleasures renew,
Our Loves shall be flaming, and lasting and true.

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Item Code: JCDKOP1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Darius: King of Persia (1688), 2.1, p.28.

First performed: Late April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:13

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Scene, A Room in the Palace, Barzana sate melancholy, attending to a Song. Somtimes weeping,--- Oronte waits.

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Item Code: JCJ1

First line: Lo behind a scene of seas

Source Edition: Juliana, or The Princess of Poland (1671), 1.1, p.1.

First performed: June 1671 (Danchin).

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:14

Author: John Crowne

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.280, n.2056 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.55 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.

Text of song:

Paulina sleeping under a Tree; Joanna <played by Mrs. Shadwell> sitting by and singing...

The Song.

Lo, behind a Scene of Seas,
Under a Canopy of Trees,
The fair new Golden World was laid;
Sleeping like a naked Maid,
Till alas! she was betray'd:
In such shades Urania lay,
Till Love discover'd out a way:
And now she cries some Power above,
Save me from this Tyrant Love.

Her poor heart had no defence,
But its Maiden Innocence;
In each sweet retiring Eye,
You might easily descry
Troops of yielding Beauties flye,
Leaving Rare unguarded Treasure
To the Conquerors will and pleasure:
And now she cries,---&c.

Now and then a stragling frown,
Through the shades skipt up and down;
Shooting such a piercing Dart,
As would make the Tyrant smart,
And preserve her Lips, and Heart.
But, alas! her Empire's gone,
Thrones and Temples all undone:
And now she cryes---&c.

Charm aloft the stormy Winds,
That may keep these Golden Mines,
And let Spaniard Love be tore
On some cruel Rocky Shore,
Where he'l put to Sea no more;
Lest poor conquer'd Beauty cry,
Oh! I'm wounded! oh! I dye!
And there is no power above
Saves me from this Tyrant love.

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Item Code: JCJ2

First line: Awake awake thou warlike genius of our state

Source Edition: Juliana, or The Princess of Poland (1671), 3.1, pp.27-8.

First performed: June 1671 (Danchin).

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:14

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Jul. <...> In th'interim I'le divertize my self and these noble Ladies; Command
my Musick to sing a song of Triumph:
Fierce and Heroick tempers cannot stay,
To Court a Victory with long delay,
Like a dull Bridegroom for his wedding night,
But conquer and triumph, and then they fight.

The Song.

<1.>

Awake, awake, thou warlike Genius of our State,
who once didst glorious things;
But hast of late
Lain sleeping under drouzy Kings;
Arise, and on triumphant beauty wait:
See, see, he comes,
Rowz'd with the noise of Trumpets and of Drums,
The Aire all flaming whereso'ere he went,
And now he hovers o're our Princess Tent.

2.

Fair Amazon, the day's thine own,
Thine enemies look pale to see thy warriours stand
Impatient for thy great command,
Whose looks do make the fainting villains groan;
And by and by
Shall on the Altar of the field
Ten thousand Victimes lie.
Then Church and State
Shall on thy Triumphes waite,
Mitre and Crown
Shall at thy feet lie down
To flatter thy Victorious charmes;
Away to Arms, to Arms.

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Item Code: JCJ3

First line: How nobly heaven doth receive

Source Edition: Juliana, or The Princess of Poland (1671), 5.1, pp.53-4.

First performed: June 1671 (Danchin).

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:14

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The Queen seats her self in a Throne...whil'st a Chorus of voices sing.

The Song.

How nobly heaven doth receive
what 're a pious mind
Is in Devotion pleas'd to give,
as if he Crowns resign'd;
The sacred Vaults with joy resound.
The Altars all with Roses Crownd,
And the poor Saint in tryumph brought
To offer up one holy thought.
And if to that such honour's due,
What glorie's wait, (great Queen) for you!
Chorus. And if to, &c.

If heaven thinks an humble bow
to him devoutly meant,
Then we whole Hecatombes bestow
in one devout intent:
When Queens lay youth and glory by,
To seek out Crowns of chastity:
Some brighter Stars must sure compound,
The Wreath wherewith her head is Crown'd:
For more then common Honour's due
To Royal Saints, Great Queen, like you:
Chorus. For more, &c,

Then blest be all my storms of love,
(though they discourteous were)
That on our peaceful shore hath drove
a Saint, so Great, so Fair:
Now let the Boy with all his train
of griefs, go weeping back again;
Whil'st you set Sail before the wind,
And leave this floating world behind.
Till spooning gently on, and fair,
You turn an Angel unaware.
Chorus. Till spooning, &c.

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Item Code: JCJB1

First line: No ev'ry morning my beauties renew

Source Edition: Justice Buisy; or, The Gentleman-Quack (1699-1700), song from lost play.

First performed: 1699-1700 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: John Crowne?

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Anne Bracegirdle

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.295, n.2320. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Volume Four, 1706, p.107 (CT(1) 10355:17) et al.

Text of song:

No, no ev'ry Morning my Beauties renew;
Where ever I go, I have Lovers enough:
I dress and I dance; and I Laugh and I Sing;
Am lovely and lively, and gay as the Spring:
I visit, I game, and I cast away Care,
Mind Lovers no more than the Birds of the Air;
Mind Lovers no more, than the Birds of the Air.

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Item Code: JCR1

First line: Ah me to many deaths decreed

Source Edition: Regulus (1692), 2.3, p.15.

First performed: Early June 1692 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:5 (1694)

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.65 [Music] Motteux, Peter Anthony (ed.), Gentleman's Journal, August 1692, pp.27-30 et alia.

Text of song:

Enter Fulvia and her Women, a Song sung to her.

The SONG.

Ah me! to many Deaths decreed,
My Love to War goes every day.
In every Wound of his I bleed,
I die the hour he goes away,
Yet I wou'd hate him shou'd he stay.

Ah me! to many Deaths decreed,
By Love or War I hourly die;
If I see not my Love I bleed,
Yet when I have him in my Eye,
He kills me with excess of Joy.

Ful. Go bid the Musick cease, I find it vain.
Dark thoughts of late have my mind their haunt.
I thought to lay th'ill Spirits by sweet Sounds,
But 'twill not do, who's that Commander there?

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Item Code: JCR2

First line: Down with your sprightly wine boys

Source Edition: Regulus (1692), 4.3, pp.37-9.

First performed: early June 1692 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:5 (1694)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Asd. Bring in my Wine and Music Enter Wine and Singers.
Here is sincere Wine.

Gis. And here are sophisticated Knaves, pity they shou'd be put together.

Asd. Come, sing us a Catch.

A SONG.

Chorus.

Down with your sprightly Wine, boys,
Down with your sprightly Wine, boys,
For a Traveller bound,
To the Stygian Lake,
A Brimmer Crown'd
With sparkling Sack,
Is the best, is the best Divine, boys.

I.

If the Wine be not sound,
No Falsehood is sound
In a Bowl well crown'd;
And it drowns all our Sorrow and Sin:
And by the help of a Bowl,
From the World we may rowl,
More merrily than we came in.

II.

With his Flames and his Flams,
And his horrible Shams,
How the Church-man damns
The little poor Villains and Whores;
But the great who by Power,
Whole Nations devour,
He merrily crowns and adorns.

III.

If your Sence you'll resign,
Give it up to good Wine,
But to no Divine,
For his Visions are frightful and sad;
But the Visions in Bowls,
Make jovials Souls,
More merrily, merrily mad.

IV.

To what Regio<n>s we fly,
None know when they die,
Any more than I,
To be certain of heavenly Bliss;
The few Moments I stay,
I by Night and by Day,
Will merrily revel and kiss.

<Chorus.> Down with your sprightly Wine, boys &c.

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Item Code: JCSCN1

First line: Oh be kind my dear be kind

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or It cannot Be (1685), 3.1, p.20 (lyrics are appended to the end of the text).

First performed: 9 May 1685 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:6

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.302, n.2451 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Second Book (1685), pp.37-42 (UMI(2) 364:14) et al.

Text of song:

Scene, a Chamber---Sir Courly Nice dressing, Men and Women singing to him.

Sir Co. Very fine! extreamly fine. Gentlemen and Ladies, will you do me the favour to walk in, and accept of a small Collation? I am in some hast to dress upon an extraordinary occasion. You'l Pardon me?---your very humble Servant---.(Exit Musick.)

<NOTE: The following lyrics are appended to the end of the play>

A SONG to be Sung in Dialogue between a Man and a Woman in the Third Act, to Sir Courtly Nice, at his first appearance.

Man. Oh! be kind, my Dear, be kind,
Whilst our Loves and we are Young.
We shall find, we shall find
Time will change the Face or Mind;
Both will not continue long,
Oh! be kind, my Dear, be kind.

Woman. No, I Love, and fear to loose you,
Therefore 'tis I must refuse you,
When I've yielded you my Crown
You'l no more Obedience own.
No, I Love, and fear to loose you
Therefore 'tis I must refuse you.

Man. The Fair by kindness Reign,
By cruelty Destroy.
If you can Charme with the Pain
Of Love, then what can you do with the Joy?
The Fair by kindness Reign,
By cruelty Destroy.

Woman. I fear to yield, but cannot deny.
Man. If you do not I shall die.
Woman. So shall I.
Both. So shall I.
Chorus together. Then come to Joy---come to Joy,
Better Love than we shou'd die.
Come to Joy, come to Joy.

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Item Code: JCSCN2

First line: Thou lovely Indian sea of charms

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or It cannot Be (1685), 4.1, p.44 (lyrics are appended to the end of the text).

First performed: 9 May 1685 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:6

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.351, n.3299 [Music] Three New Songs in Sir Courtly Nice (1685), pp.1-2 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

<Sir Co.> Now a Song and Dance o' your own fashion---but shut the Garden-Gates ---and look to 'em well, for I'le be private in my pleasures---

(a Songs and Indian Dance.)

---So---now to my Chamber <...>

<NOTE: The following lyrics are appended to the end of the text>

A Dialogue Sung between an Indian Man and Woman, in the Fourth Act, to Farewel, Violante, Crack. Being an imitation of a Song, Sung by some Natives of India, before the late King.

Man. Thou lovely Indian Sea of Charms,
I'd envy no Jaw-waw alive
Might I be so, blest to dive
In thy soft yielding Arms
With a Jimminy, Gomminy, whee-whee, whee.
With a Gomminy, Jimminy-whee.

Woman. I wou'd if you'd be true,
But when you've done
You'l be gone,
And throw me of with a Shooh-shooh, shooh.
And a hush pooh,
And a fush whooh,
And a migotty, magotty, migotty, magotty,
Migotty, magotty, shooh.

Man. No, no, my other Females all
Yellow, Fair or Black,
To thy Charmes shall prostrate fall,
As every kind of Elephant does
To the White Elephant Buitenacke.
And thou alone shall have from me
Jimminy, Gomminy, whee, whee, whee,
The Gomminy Jimminy, whee.

Woman. The great Jaw-waw that Rules our Land,
And pearly Indian Sea
Has not so absolute Command,
As thou hast over me.
With a Jimminy Gomminy, Gomminy
Jimminy, Jimminy Gomminy, whee.

Both. Thou alone shalt have from me
Jimminy Gomminy, Gomminy,
Jimminy, Jimminy Gomminy,
Whee, whee, whee, whee, whee, whee.

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Item Code: JCSCN3

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or It cannot Be (1685), 5.1, p.45.

First performed: 9 May 1685 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:6

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Leo. My Aunt, and Brother, are both gone abroad, and won't come home till Noon. So all those hours are mine, and now Mr. Crack to requite your Musick I ha' brought some o' mine to entertain you.

A Song.---And enter a Woman.

Wom. Oh! Madam---undone---your Brother.

<NOTE: This is the probable location of either JCSCN6 or JCSCN7>.

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Item Code: JCSCN4

First line: Toll loll derol

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or It cannot Be (1685), 5.1, p.50.

First performed: 9 May 1685 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:6

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Cr. Oones! put on your Vizard.

Leo. I will---I will---ha! ha! <sings> toll---loll---derol---

Cr. goes out, and as Leo. is going out singing and danceing, She's met by Bell. and Sir Co.

Bell. Oh! Sister your tune's alter'd.

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Item Code: JCSCN5

First line: As I gazed unaware [On a face so fair]

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or It cannot Be (1685), 5.1, pp.51-3.

First performed: 9 May 1685 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 888:6

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.174, n.211 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Second Book (1685), p.45 (UMI(2) 364:14) et al.

Text of song:

Sir Co. <...> And I have gone, found not your Ladyship there, drove home, kill'd my self with sigthing, and then writ a Song.

Leo. Oh! Heavens! Sir Courtly, did you ever write a Song upon me?

Sir Co. Above a thousand.

Leo. Oh! there's nothing charms me like a Song--- For Heavens sake---the Song!---the Song---

Sir Co. I've above forty here in a sweet Bag, I'le shew you the first I made upon Your Ladiship. 'Tis thought to be a pretty Foolish soft Song, most Ladies are very kind to it.

<sings> As I gaz'd unaware,
On a Face so fair;---

Leo. Oh! Sir Courtly.---

Sir Co. ---Your cruel Eye,
Lay watching by
To snap my heart,
Which you did wi' such art;
That away wi't you ran,
Whil'st I look'd on.---
To my ruin and grief;
Stop Thief---stop Thief.

<NOTE: Dialogue and reprise of this song continues at some length, as follows>

Sir Co. I always humour my words with my Ayr. So I make the Voice shake at the last Line, in imitation of a Man that runs after a Thief. Sto--- ho---ho---hop---Thief---

(sings.)

Leo. Oh! delicate! cannot I learn it? sto---ho---ho---ha! ha! ha!

(imitates his Foolish singing and falls into a laugh.)

Sir Co. Dear Madam, what makes your Ladyship laugh?

<and>

Leo. But the Songs very fine!---sto---ho---ho---ha! ha!

Sir Co. Pleasant Creature. (sings and laughs)

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Item Code: JCSCN6

First line: Ah Phillis why are you less tendre

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or, It Cannot Be (1685), not printed in play (see JCSCN3 for possible location).

First performed: 9 May 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Not recorded (Ackroyde?)( nwc)

Lyricist: John Crowne (or Thomas D'Urfey?)

Performer/s: "a Fop newly come from France".

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.167, n.72 [Music] Henry Playford, The Theater of Music...Third Book, 1686, p.22 (UMI(2) 364:15) and others. First appeared in Three New Songs in Sir Courtley Nice, 1685, p.4 (not on microfilm) to which Day and Murrie (p.66, n.81) record "3 songs, by Ackroyde, and anonymous". Significantly, the next song in Playford's edition after this is "Fareweel bonny Wully Craig" (JCSCN7 ) which is assigned to Ackroyde, further suggesting that both are set by the same composer. A reprint of this song supposedly assigns the lyrics to Thomas D'Urfey>.

Text of song:

<I.>

Ah Phillis! why are you less tendre,
To my despairing Amour!
Your Heart you promis'd to rendre,
Do not deny the Retour:
My Passion I cannot defendre;
No, no, Torments encrease tous les Jours.

II.

To forget your kind Slave is cruelle,
Can you expect my Devoir,
Since Phillis is grown infidelle,
And wounds me at ev'ry Revoir!
Those Eyes which were once agreeable,
Now, now, are Fountains of black Des espoire.

III.

Adieu to my false Esperance,
Adieu les Plaisirs des beaux Jours;
My Phillis appears at distance,
And slights my unfeigned Efforts:
To return to her vows impossible,
No, no, adieu to the Cheats of Amoux.

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Item Code: JCSCN7

First line: Farewell bonny Wully Craig

Source Edition: Sir Courtly Nice: or, It Cannot Be (1685), not printed in play (see JCSCN3 for possible location).

First performed: 9 May 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.217, n.958 [Music] Henry Playford, The Theater of Music...Third Book, 1686, p.22-3 (UMI(2) 364:15) and others. First appeared in Three New Songs in Sir Courtley Nice, 1685, pp.2-3 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

<I.>

Farweel bonny Wully Craig,
Farweel to au thy broken Vows to me;
Thou wast a lovely Lad,
When on the Grass thou tempted'st me:
Full oft have I dry'd mine Eyn,
When by my seln to milking I have gean;
Oft have I gist the Green,
Where Wully vow'd to be my Swain.

<II.>

Sea neat was my conny Lad,
With new Russet Shoon, and Holland Band;
But now he's won his way,
With Maiden-head, and Leve and au
His Locks were sea finely seam'd,
And shone as bright as any in the Land;
But now he's won his way,
With Maiden-head, and Leve and au.

II<I>.

Ife ene thraw away my skeel,
And gang ne mere to yonder fatal Brow,
Where I was pleas'd sea weel,
But now I feel mere ner others do:
He took me by the wulling hand,
And vow'd to Hea'n how he wad constant be,
When levingly we laid
Under the shade of the Wullow tree.

III<I>.

But ah! when the Loon had deun,
He nothing mere of Love cou'd shew;
But now he's won his way,
With Maiden-head, and Leve and au.
My Weam now begins to fill,
And seun the bonny Bird will crow,
Tho' he has won his way
With Maiden-head, and Leve and au.

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Item Code: JCT1

First line: A lovely pair endowed by Fate

Source Edition: Thyestes (1680), song is appended to front matter (sig.a1r-v) to appear in the Banquet scene at 5.1.10s.d.

First performed: March 1680

UMI(2) reel no.: 204:4 (1681)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The Song at Atreus his Banquet.

1.

A Lovely pair endowed by Fate,
With Loves and Beauties whole Estate;
At the sweetest game have been,
You know, you know what I mean,
You know, you know what I mean.

2.

For Kisses first the Lovers play'd,
The pleasant sport provok'd the Maid
To that height, she growing mad,
Had almost play'd for all she had;
But the Maid was not so mad.

3.

She'll ask her Father's leave she swears,
And then she'll play for what he dares,
Leave is had, and to't they go;
What I mean, you know, you know.
What I mean, you know, you know.

4.

To deeper Play, they now begin,
The happy young man's hand is in,
Both have stak'd down all their joys,
But she loses, for she cryes:
See! she cryes! oh! see she cryes!

5.

But now the Bride, oh! tempting sight!
Has won her lapful of delight,
To deeper Play, she urges on;
But, alas! his stakes are gone,
But, alas! his stakes are gone.

6.

And now she locks her Cabinet,
But he'll play another set,
When his hand again is in,
You know, you know what I mean,
You know, you know what I mean.

A Chorus of Priests.

Goddess Minerva, Wise, Austere,
Sober, Valiant, Chast, and Fair,
We bring thee here,
A Kind, a Young, a Lovely Pair;
Who beg thy leave to joyn their hands,
In Chast and Holy Marriage-bands.

1 Pr. Oh! Let him be active Fire,
Ever burning in desire,
Ever free
From any smoak of Jealousy.

Let her be water, soft to all his touches,
Ever hot when he approaches,
When he takes away his Eye,
Ever froze with Chastity:
Long let love possess her heart,
And ne're let Love and Beauty Part.
The First Chorus Sung over again.

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Item Code: JCTAS1

First line: Long had great Amintor lain

Source Edition: The Ambitious Statesman (1679), 4.1, pp.49-50.

First performed: March 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 90:5

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A SONG.

1.

Long long had great Amintor lain,
At Celia's feet, and wept in vain;
Not all his Youth, his Love, or Glory,
But once cou'd make her hear his Story.
One smile she to that Youth deny'd,
For whom a thousand Beauties dyed.
Chor. Yet all the while fair Celia prov'd,
So haughty, so cruel, she secretly Lov'd.

2.

Still, still he bravely bore his Pain,
With Patience took her proud Disdain,
Though all her Looks with Wounds did fill him,
And every Word did almost kill him,
To see her, or to hear her Speak.
He was content his Heart shou'd break.
Chor. Yet all the while fair Celia prov'd,
So haughty, so cruel, she secretly Lov'd.

3.

But beautiful Celia now fearing,
His Heart should grow hard with long bearing;
Not willing to Lose him,
Doe's gentlier Use him,
And drive's away all his Dispairing.
Oh now, brave Amintor, no Pitty afford,
Thou hast got her by Storm, now put all to th'Sword;
To the Altar of Modesty, if she wou'd fly,
It is but an Image, and there let her dye.

4.

Now Celia for Pitty is crying;
But oh! the Delight of that Dying!
Her Soul cannot shew it,
Her soul doe's not know it,
Her Soul in a Rapture is flying.
Love, like the Great Turk, in his Pleasures does sport,
With Mutes, in the innermost parts of his Court;
He drives the dull Counsellor, Thinking, away,
And himself and his Mutes, out o' Breath he doe's play.

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Item Code: JCTCW1

First line: A pox of impertinent age

Source Edition: The Country Wit (1676), 2.1, pp.25-6.

First performed: 10 January 1676 (first recorded performance)

UMI(2) reel no.: 138:5 (1675)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Lord Dr. Musick at my door at this time o' night! Now I shall discover my Gentlewomans Intrigues: 'twas for this she came to the windowd I'le: listen to try if I can find out any mystery by their Song, and then steal to the door, and see who they are.

SONG.

A pox of impertinent Age,
The pleasures of Youth to invade;
The Cheat who has long been broke,
Has impudence still to Trade.
Awaken fair Celia betimes,
Before thy sweet Youth's undone;
Come sow thy delights in a breast
Will yield thee a hundred for one.

I bring thee hot Youth and Love,
Come mingle thy fires with mine;
We'l serve to the night for Stars,
And make 'em asham'd to shine.
Come down to my plentifull feast,
Lye picking o' bones no more,
The scraps of a dish ill dress'd,
And the leavings of many a Whore.

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Item Code: JCTCW2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Country Wit (1676), 4.1, p.51.

First performed: 10 January 1676 (first recorded performance)

UMI(2) reel no.: 138:5 (1675)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

La. Fad. Make an Essay of a lofty Dance.
(Sir Mannerly Sings and Jumps.

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Item Code: JCTEF1

First line: Wiseman kiss mine a--- with a lero lero lillibullero

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 1.1, pp.4-5.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A noise of singing, roaring, and fiddling without.

Lord W. I'm in a horrid fear these Barbarians are Invading us; this is their
Martial Musick.

<Discussion about the forthcoming song continues at some length>

Enter young Ranter, old Ranter, Dullman, Bullies, Whores, Fiddlers; the Fiddlers playing, the rest singing and dancing.

O. R. My Lord Wiseman---confound me---how dost do?---confound me---

Lord Sta. Atheistical and Nonsensical.

Yo. R. Wiseman kiss mine A---with a lero---lero---lillibullero--- sings.

O. R. Is not my Son a pleasant Dog?

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Item Code: JCTEF2

First line: When the kind wanton hour [Gave me into his power]

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 1.1, p.7.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

L. W. <...> Call in the hopping, chirping, singing Bird.

Enter Airy Dancing and Singing.

Airy. When the kind wanton hour
Gave me into his power,
He never trembled more
To go on duty,
When he to win Renown,
Scal'd a proud lofty Town,
As to lay gently down,
A yielding Beauty.

<speaks> Bon jour Monsieur. You see all your Cruelty shall not take my good humour from me. What you have been Serenaded by the Ranters?

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Item Code: JCTEF3

First line: The hour of marriage ends the female reign

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 3.2, p.26.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Lan. Fool 'em all, I'le marry none of 'em, when I marry I make a Fool of my self.

The hour of Marriage ends the Female Reign,
And we give all we have to buy a Chain;
Hire Men to be our Lords, who were our Slaves,
And bribe our Lovers to be perjur'd knaves.
Oh how they swear to Heaven and the Bride,
They will be kinde to her and none beside,
And to themselves the while in secret swear,
They will be kind to every one but her.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JCTEF4

First line: Let him come let him come [To his appointed dreadful doom]

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 4.1, p.33.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Yo. R. (sings) Let him come---let him come
To his appointed dreadfull doom---
Let him come, let him come.

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Item Code: JCTEF5

First line: Heart-achings fear longings and cares

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 5.2. p.42.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Enter Airy singing, Laura.

Oh! the wakings, Ai. sings.
Heart-akings,
Fears, Longings and Cares,
With the Pantings,
And Faintings,
That a poor Lover Bears.

Come sing Child, if thy Lover and Fortune go, let 'em vanish, as they say good spirits do in Musique and Songs. And if sorrow wrap sawcily at thy heart, do as some mettled Ladies do, fling Claret on his head.

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Item Code: JCTEF6

First line: I once had virtue wealth and fame

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 5.1, pp.42-3.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.252, n.1576 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Fifth Book (1691), p.1 (UMI(2) 1510:35) et alia.

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>

Lau. <...> Come sing the Song I like. [Airy sings.]

I once had Virtue, Wealth, and Fame,
Now I'm a ruin'd Sinner,
I lost 'em all at Loves sweet game,
Yet think my self a winner.

Since that dear Lovely Youth I gain,
My heart was long pursuing,
I'm Rich enough, nor shall Complain
Of such a sweet undoing.

I'le Laugh at cruell Fortunes spight,
While I have any feature,
To keep his Love, for that's delight
Enough for mortall Creature:

The Sport's so pleasant, you will own,
When once you have been in it,
You'd gladly be an age undone,
For one such Charming-minute.

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Item Code: JCTEF7

First line: Toll loll de roll

Source Edition: The English Frier: or, The Town Sparks (1690), 5.2, p.44.

First performed: Mid-March 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1281:20

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Yo. R. Toll---loll---de roll---[sings] now Sir, have I women o' quality?

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Item Code: JCTEP1

First line: Tyrant thou seek'st in vain

Source Edition: The English Princess, or The Death of Richard III (1667), 3.4, pp.29-30.

First performed: 7 March 1667

UMI(2) reel no.: 175:21 (1667)

Author: John Caryl

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Char. <...> Madam, to divert the painful thought
Of her Restraint, I have some musick brought:
Musick I know, will not ungrateful be
To her, whose Soul is perfect Harmony.

Mrs. Stanly. In this you will our Princess highly please;
And at this distance she can hear with Ease.

SONG.

I.

Tyrant thou seek'st in vain
With her pure Blood thy guilty Sword to stain:
Heaven does that Sacred Blood design
To be the Source of an Immortal Line.
Death will not dare to touch that Heart,
Which Love ha's chosen for his Dart.

Chorus. Fair Innocence, and Beauty are
Of watchful Heaven the chiefest care:
But the devouring Monster shall
A Sacrifice to Justice fall.

II.

Richmond does flye to your Redress;
(Love's Messengers can do no less.)
His Sword shall with one Blow
Cut off your Fetters, and the Tyrant too.
All Resistance vain will prove
When Valour is inspir'd by Love.

Chorus. Tyrants by Heaven and Earth are curst;
They swell with Blood, until they burst:
But Lovers are wise Nature's care;
What Tyrants ruine, they repair.

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Item Code: JCTFH1

First line: Tell me no more of glory or story

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), 2.4, pp.21-2.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Mr. Spr.<...> I am some- what Drunk; 'tis a beastly thing above once a month, and that's my stint; but I'll please her with the Song I learnt:<sings> Tell me no more of Glory or Story. <speaks> She loves a soft Song. <sings> Tell me no more of Glory. No Canary, pox of that flip; I have all dirted my face.

<The song is reprised twelve lines later>

Mr. Spr. O does it come; delicate Water faith: So now for my Wife: Let me see, where's the Key. <sings> Tell me no more of Glory, too to Court--- Exit.

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Item Code: JCTFH2

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), 3.1, p.24.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Sop. I grow sick of mine too; but heark, a Song.

[Song after it.

<NOTE: This is the possible location of either JCTFH6 or JCTFH7>.

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Item Code: JCTFH3

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), 3.1, p.25.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Sir Will. <...> Tom, I heard Musick here just now, was it yours Tom? Prithee, let's have a Song there; gad, I'm very merry this morning. Adsbodkins, I'll sing thee a Song my self, Girl. now you shall hear, now Huswife, an old fellow; adslid, hum, hum.

After several ridiculous Grimaces, Sir William Sings.

Mar. O brave, Sir William.

<NOTE: This is the possible location of either JCTFH6 or JCTFH7>.

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Item Code: JCTFH4

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), 3.5, p.36.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Eld. Weal. Ladies, if you'll be plea'd to seat your selves, here's one will entertain you with a Song.

Sop. Mar. Widd. With all our Hearts.

SONG. Everynow and then Sir William hollows and Interrupts them.

Eld. Weal. Nay, Sir, Sir, you spoil the Song.

Sir Will. Pox o'th' Song, there's more Musick in this; let us Dance.

Widd. Agreed, agreed; but what Dance?

Sir Will. Why, the Frier upon the Nun: Where's my little Nun?
Who are you Sir?

<NOTE: This is the possible location of JCTFH6 or JCTFH7>.

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Item Code: JCTFH5

First line: Love and true merit do seldom prevail

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), 5.1, p.51.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Widd. You cannot guess: O Impudence!

Jun. Weal. You Scold well, indeed Madam; but I remember a bit of a Song very proper; I'll Sing it if you please, Madam.

Widd. Sing! The Devil choak him.

He Sings. Love and true Merit do seldom prevail,
For always you hold a wet Eel by the Tail.

Widd. Good Mr. True Merit; thou Monster, look upon this Letter, you don't know it, though the hand be Counterfeit; a shallow Cheat.

Jun. Weal. Then Witness for me all you Powers Divine,
If this be any Word, or Hand of mine.

Widd. O Impudence!

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Item Code: JCTFH6

First line: How shall I my rivals meet

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), end matter

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

SONG.

How shall I my Rivals meet?
They are too Mighty, Rich and Great:
How can I my Celia win,
A Shepheard I, and she Divine?
Oh how can such a World of Charms
Be Circled in these humble Arms?
Ah Celia, If the Man that Love the most
Cannot deserve the by it, I am lost.
I am lost, I am lost, Ah Celia, &c.

Propose me Wonders for my Task,
To be thy Slave is all I ask, is all I ask, &c.
The Rich may afterwards Repine,
They would have thee; I would be thine:
Nor scorn me that I am not great,
Since thou canst with a Smile create.
Let not, Oh let not then the Man be lost,
For what a Smile can give, who loves thee most.
Let not, Oh let not then the Man be lost. &c.

<NOTE: See JCTFH2, JCTFH3 and JCTFH4 for possible scene location>.

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Item Code: JCTFH7

First line: My Amarillis scorns the man

Source Edition: The Fortune-Hunters: Or, Two Fools Well Met (1689), end matter.

First performed: March 1689 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 410:8

Author: James Carlile (Carlisle)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

SONG.

My Amarillis scorns the Man
That does her Eyes adore;
Though I immortaliz'd her Name,
And Sainted her with Power:
But now the Goddess to that height is grown,
Sh'as quite forgot 'twas I that made her One.
Sh'as quite forgot, &c.

<NOTE: See JCTFH2, JCTFH3 and JCTFH4 for possible scene location>.

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Item Code: JCTGE1

First line: Young I was and yet not old

Source Edition: The Generous Enemies (1671), 4.1, pp.52-3.

First performed: June 1671 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 310:16

Author: John Corye

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

Ber. Come, Sirrah, sing me the Song I last made;
Nay, since you will be entertain'd, I'le shew you
Qualities which Sivel never could: come, come,
Begin; You know where; I set it in Sole fa.

Ped. <s/d> Sings ridiculously.

THE SONG.

Young I was, and yet not old:
Neither am I grown so cold;
But I can play, and I can twine
About a Virgin like a Vine.
In her Lap too I can lie
Melting, and in Fancie die:
Ad return to life, if she
Claps my cheeks, or kisses me:
So that by this you see't appears
Our Loves will still out-last our Years.

Rob. Why, this is excellent.

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Item Code: JCTGE2

First line: Unjustly Phillis you accuse

Source Edition: The Generous Enemies; or, The Ridiculous Lovers (1671) song not printed in play.

First performed: June 1671 (Danchin), presumably revived late 1695/early 1696.

UMI(2) reel no.: 310:16 (1672)

Author: John Corye

Composer: William Williams ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.364, n.3526 [Music] John Hudgebut, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book, 1696, p.24 (UMI(2) 1899:5). Text is listed in the Term Catalogues (II.569) as having issued in February (Hillary) 1695/6.

Text of song:

<I.>

<Strephon> Unjustly Phillis you accuse
Your slave with want of tender Love;
For when dull Wedlock I refuse,
'Tis that my flame may lasting prove:
Not Winds can more command the Sea,
Than unwed Phillis Strephon may;
But tyrant Wedlock does decree,
That conqu'ring Woman shall obey.

II.

When e're you Wed you must resign
Your pow'r of being Cruel too;
The dread of which now makes me thine,
And will preserve me ever so:
The Knott of Love if ty'd by truth,
No Time nor Fate can e're unbind;
Then yeild thy Beauty and thy Youth,
And Strephon shall be ever kind.

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Item Code: JCTMB1

First line: Oh fie what mean I foolish maid

Source Edition: The Married Beau: or, The Curious Impertinent (1694), 2.1, pp.21-2.

First performed: Late April 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:15

Author: John Crowne

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.303, n.2467 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.261-2 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et alia.

Text of song:

Th. <...> And, Madam, now we talk of Cherubims,
I'le give your Ladiship the maydenhead
Of a new Song of mine, a pretty Song.

Mrs. Lo. It must be so, if it be like the Father.

Th. Oh! Madam! you are charmingly obliging.

Sir Joh. Oh Gemini! what a rare Complement
Has she bestowed upon that ugly Fellow---
'Egad, I shall hang my self.--- (Aside

Th. It is a Song, I made upon my self and a young Beauty,
Which gave me the first cut of her sweet self. (He Sings.

Oh fie! What mean I, foolish Maid,
In this remote, and silent Shade,
To meet with you alone?

My Heart does with the place combine,
And both are more your Friends than mine:
Oh! I shall be undone.

A Savage Beast I wou'd not fear,
Or shou'd I meet with Villains here,
I to some Cave wou'd run.

But such inchanting Arts yo<u> shew,
I cannot strive, I cannot go:
Oh! I shall be undone.

Ah! give your sweet Temptations o're,
I'll touch those dangerous Lips no more:
What, must we yet Fool on?

Ah! now I yield! Ah! now I fall!
And now I have no Breath at all;
And now I'm quite undone.

I'll see no more your tempting Face,
Nor meet you in this dangerous place,
My Fame's for ever gone.

But Fame, to speak the truth, is vain,
And every yielding Maid does gain,
By being so undone.

In such a pleasing Storm o' Bliss,
To such a Bank o' Paradise,
Who wou'd not swiftly run?

If you but truth to me will swear,
I'll meet you again; nor do I care,
How oft I be undone.

Mrs. Lo. Y'are very entertaining, Mr. Thorneback.

Th. Madam, I love to shew all my best Parts;
And if you like 'em, you are welcome to 'em.

Sir Joh. That ever such an Owl should Sing so well.
Gad, he Sings very prettily---Pox--- (Aside.

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Item Code: JCTMB2

First line: See where repenting Celia lyes

Source Edition: The Married Beau: or, The Curious Impertinent (1694), 5.1, p.56.

First performed: Late April 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 812:15

Author: John Crowne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.327, n.2887 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Third book (1695), pp.19-20 (UMI(2) 1820:20) et alia.

Text of song:

Mrs. Lo. <...> Who's there? [Enter a Servant.
Go bid my Maid sing the new Song.---

The SONG.

See! where repenting Celia lyes,
With Blushing Cheeks, and down-cast eyes,
Bemoaning, in a mournful shade,
The ruins in her heart and fame,
Which sinful love has made.
Oh! let thy Tears, fair Celia, flow,
For that Coelestial, wondrous dew,
More Graces on thee will bestow;
Than all thy Dresses, and thy Arts cou'd do.

Ye Nymphs who oft to Springs repair,
For Beauty, Health, and Airs and Air,
But lose more Beauty than you gain;
You cleanse your Skins, but there too oft
Your Fames you deeply stain.
Ah! Nymphs, with Tears, your faults bemoan,
If you wou'd lasting Beauty share;
Those Springs and Wells, and those alone,
In spite of Age and Death, will make you fair.

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Item Code: JCTMOCW1

First line: Come heavenly spirits comforts bring

Source Edition: The Misery of Civil-War (1679), 5.[2], p.69.

First performed: December 1679-January 1680 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 813:1 (1680)

Author: John Crowne

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

A SONG Sung by Spirits to King Henry as he lies asleep.

Come, Heavenly Spirits, comforts bring,
To the most miserable thing,
Can be on Earth, a Ruin'd King.

As all the Joyes on Earth Unite,
To make his prosp'rous Fortune bright;
So every woe, to shade his Night.

He has but one poor Joy, the Grave.
A thing that's free to every Slave,
And that with ease he cannot have.

For Daggers, Swords, and Poyson lye
To guard his Tomb, and make him buy
With pain the wretched ease to dye.

But comfort, Prince, thy death is near,
For Dead thou hast no more to fear,
A fallen Monarchs Hell is here.

To Fortune he can nothing owe,
For all that e're she did bestow,
He payes again in heavy woe.

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Item Code: JD1COG1

First line: Wherever I am and whatever I do

Source Edition: The Conquest of Granada by the Spaniards, Part One (1670), 4.2, pp.40-1.

First performed: December 1670.

UMI(2) reel no.: 181:19 (1672)

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.382, n.3853 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.37 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.

Text of song:

Lynd. <...> [Musique without.
Musique! and I, believe, addrest to me.

SONG.

1.

Wherever I am, and whatever I doe;
My Phillis is still in my mind:
When angry I mean not to Phillis to goe,
My Feet of themselves the way find:
Unknown to my self I am just at her door,
And when I would raile, I can bring out no more,
Than Phillis too fair and unkind!

2.

When Phillis I see, my Heart bounds in my Breast,
And the Love I would stifle is shown:
But asleep, or awake, I am never at rest
When from my Eyes Phillis is gone!
Sometimes a sad Dream does delude my sad mind,
But, alas, when I wake and no Phillis I find
How I sigh to my self all alone.

3.

Should a King be my Rival in her I adore
He should offer his Treasure in vain:
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
And give me my Phillis again:
Let Phillis be mine, and but ever be kind
I could to a Desart with her be confin'd,
And envy no Monarch his Raign.

4.

Alas, I discover too much of my Love,
And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new Martyrdom prove,
And makes me grow jealous each hour:
But let her each minute torment my poor mind
I had rather love Phillis both False and Unkind,
Then ever be freed from her Pow'r.

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Item Code: JD1COG2

First line: Beneath a mirtle shade

Source Edition: The Conquest of Granada by the Spaniards, Part One (1670), not printed in play.

First performed: December 1670.

UMI(2) reel no.: 181:19 (1672)

Author: John Dryden

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.183, n.357 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.45 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.

Text of song:

<I.>

Beneath a Mirtle shade,
Which Love for none but happy Love made,
I slept, and streight my Love before me brought,
Phillis, the Object of my waking thought:
Undrest she comes, my flames to meet;
Whilst Love straw'd flow'rs beneath her Feet,
So prest by her, became more sweet.

II.

From the bright Visions head,
A careless vail of Lawn was loosly spread;
From her white Temples fell her shaded Hair,
Like cloudy Sun-shine, not too brown or fair:
Her Hands, her Lips, did Love inspire,
Her ev'ry Grace my Heart did fire;
But most her Eyes, that languish'd with desire.

III.

Ah, charming Fair, said I,
How long can you my bliss and yours deny:
By Nature and by Love this lovely shade
Was for revenge of suff'ring Lovers made.
Silence and shades with Love agree,
Both shelter you, and favour me;
You cannot blush, because I cannot see.

IV.

No, let me dye, she said,
Rather than lose the spotless name of Maid;
Faintly she spoke, methought for all the while
She bid me not believe her, with a smile.
Then dye, said I, she still deny'd;
And is it thus? Thus, thus, she cry'd,
You use a harmless maid, and so she dy'd.

V.

I wak't, and straight I knew
I lov'd so well, it made my dream prove true:
Fancy the kinder Mistress of the two,
Fancy had done what Phillis would not do.
Ah, cruel Nymph, cease your disdain,
While I can dream you scorn in vain,
Asleep, or waking, you must ease my pain.

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Item Code: JD1COG3

First line: Come lay by your cares and hang up your sorrow

Source: The Conquest of Granada by the Spaniards, Part One (1670), song not printed in play.

First performed: December 1670.

UMI(2) reel no.: 181:19 (1672)

Author: John Dryden

Lyrics: John Dryden or Thomas Shadwell?

Source/s of Music: See Day and Murrie, p.200, n.662. Also appears in TSTM2 and JWMT1 . See TSTM2 for music.

Text of song:

Come lay by your cares, and hang up your sorrow,
Drink on, he's a Sot, that er'e thinks on to morrow;
Good store of good Claret supplies every thing,
And the man that is drunk, is as great as a King.
Let none at misfortunes, or losses repine,
But take a full Dose of the juice of the Vine;
Diseases, and troubles are ne're to be found,
But in the damn'd place, where the Glass goes not round.

<NOTE: The song is ascribed to the play in Day and Murrie>

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Item Code: JD2COG1

First line: How unhappy a Lover am I

Source Edition: The Conquest of Granada, Part II: Almanzor and Almahide (1671), 4.1, pp.127-8.

First performed: 3 or 10 January 1671.

UMI(2) reel no.: 181:19 (1672)

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Nicholas Staggins ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.246, n.1466 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.38 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.

Text of song:

Song, In two Parts.

<1.>

He. How unhappy a Lover am I
While I sigh for my Phillis in vain;
All my hopes of Delight
Are another man's Right,
Who is happy while I am in pain!

2.

She. Since her Honour allows no Relief,
But to pity the pains which you bear,
'Tis the best of your Fate,
(In a hopeless Estate,)
To give o're, and betimes to despair.

3.

He. I have try'd the false Med'cine in vain;
For I wish what I hope not to win:
From without, my desire
Has no Food to its Fire,
But it burns and consumes me within.

4.

She. Yet at least 'tis a pleasure to know
That you are not unhappy alone:
For the Nymph you adore
Is as wretch'd and more,
And accounts all your suff'rings her own.

5.

He. O ye Gods, let me suffer for both;
At the feet of my Phillis I'le lye:
I'le resign up my Breath,
And take pleasure in Death,
To be pity'd by her when I dye.

6.

She. What her Honour deny'd you in Life
In her Death she will give to your Love.
Such a Flame as is true
After Fate will renew,
For the Souls to meet closer above.

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Item Code: JD2COG2

First line: Seek not to know a woman for she's worse

Source Edition: The Conquest of Granada, Part II: Almanzor and Almahide (1671), song not printed in play.

First performed: 3 or 10 January 1671.

UMI(2) reel no.: 181:19 (1672)

Author: John Dryden

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.

Text of song:

A Rhodomontade on his cruel Mistress.

Seek not to know a woman; for she's worse
Than all Ingredients cram'd into a Curse.
VVere she but ugly, peevish, proud, a VVhore,
Perjur'd or painted, so she were no more,
I could forgive her, and connive at this,
Alledging still she but a VVoman is:
But she is worse, and may in time forestal
The Devil, and be the damning of us all.

<NOTE: Ascibed to the play in Smyth's FLI>

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Item Code: JDAAA1

First line: Thou glorious fabric stand for ever stand

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, pp.2-4.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but appears in the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8) at pages 14-32.

Text of song:

Merc. Thou glorious Fabrick! stand for ever, stand:
Well Worthy Thou to entertain
The God of Traffique, and of Gain!
To draw the Concourse of the Land,
And Wealth of all the Main.
But where the shoales of Merchants meeting?
Welcome to their Friends repeating,
Busie Bargaines deafer sound!
Tongues Confus'd of every Nation?
Nothing here but Desolation,
Mournful silence reignes around.

Aug. O Hermes! pity me!
I was, while Heav'n did smile,
The Queen of all this Isle,
Europes Pride,
And Albions Bride;
But gone my Plighted Lord! ah, gone is Hee!
O Hermes! pity mee!

Tham. And I the Noble Flood, whose tributary Tide
Does on her Silver Margent smoothly glide;
But Heav'n grew jealous of our happy state:
And bid revolving Fate,
Our Doom decree:

These two Lines are Sung by Reprises, betwixt Augusta and Thamisis.

No more the King of Floods am I,
No more the Queen of Albion, She!

Sung by Augusta and Thamesis together.

Aug. O Hermes! pity me!
Tham. O Hermes! pity me!
Aug. Behold!
Tham. Behold!
Aug. My Turrets on the ground
That once my Temples crown'd!
Tham. The Sedgy Honours of my Brow's disperst!
My Urn reverst!

Merc. Rise, rise, Augusta, rise!
And wipe thy weeping Eyes:
Augusta! for I call thee so!
'Tis lawful for the Gods to know
Thy Future Name,
And growing Fame.
Rise rise, Augusta, rise.

Aug. O never, never will I rise!
Never will I cease my mourning,
Never wipe my Weeping Eyes,
Till my plighted Lord's returning!
Never never will I rise!

Merc. What brought Thee, Wretch, to this despair?
The Cause of thy Misfortune show.

Aug. It seems the Gods take little Care
Of Humane things below,
When even our Suff'rings here they do not know!

Merc. Not unknowing came I down,
Disloyal Town!
Speak! did'st not Thou
Forsake thy Faith, and break thy Nuptial Vow?

Aug. Ah 'tis too true! too true!
But what cou'd I, unthinking City, do?
Faction sway'd me,
Zeal allur'd me,
Both assur'd me,
Both betray'd me!

Merc. Suppose me sent
Thy Albion to restore,
Can'st thou repent?

Aug. My falshood I deplore!

Tham. Thou seest her mourn; and I
With all my Waters, will her Tears supply.

Merc. Then by some loyal Deed regain
Thy long lost Reputation,
To wash away the stain
That blots a Noble Nation!
And free thy famous Town again
From force of Usurpation!

Chor. of all. We'll wash away the stain
That blots a noble Nation,
And free this famous Town again
From force of Usurpation.

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Item Code: JDAAA2

First line: Behold Democracy and Zeal appear

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, p.4.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but appears in the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8) at pages 34-6.

Text of song:

Aug. Behold Democracy and Zeal appear,
She that allur'd my Heart away,
And He that after made a prey.
Merc. Resist, and do not fear!
Chor. of all. Resist, & do not fear!

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Item Code: JDAAA3

First line: Nymph of the city bring thy treasures
Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, pp.4-6.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but appears in the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8) at pages 37-56.

Text of song:

Democ. Nymph of the City! bring thy Treasures,
Bring me more
To waste in Pleasures.

Aug. Thou hast exhausted all my Store,
And I can give no more.

Zeal. Thou Horny Flood for Zeal provide
A new Supply; And swell thy Moony tide,
That on thy buxom Back the floating Gold may glide.

Tham. Not all the Gold the Southern Sun produces,
Or Treasures of the fam'd Levant,
Suffice for Pious uses,
To feed the sacred hunger of a Saint!

Democ. Woe to the Vanquisht, woe!
Slave as thou art,
Thy Wealth impart,
And me thy Victor know!

Zeal. And me thy Victor know,
Resistless Arms are in my hand,
Thy Barrs shall burst at my Command,
Thy Towry Head lye low.
Woe to the Vanquish'd, woe!

Aug. Were I not bound by fate
For ever, ever here,
My Walls I would translate
To some more happy Sphere,
Remov'd from servile fear.

Tham. Remov'd from servile fear,
Wou'd I could disappear
And sink below the Mayn;
For Commonwealth's a Load
My old Imperial Flood
Shall never never bear again.

Thamesis and Augusta together.

A Commonwealth's a Load
Our old Imperial Flood
Shall never never never bear again.

Dem. Pull down her Gates Expose her bare;
I must enjoy the proud, disdainful fair.
Haste, Archon, Haste
To lay her waste!

Zel. I'll hold her fast
To be embrac'd!

Dem. And she shall see
A Thousand Tyrants are in thee,
A Thousand thousand more in mee!

Archon to Aug.

From the Caledonion Shore
Hither am I come to save thee,
Not to force or to enslave thee,
But thy Albion to restore:
Hark! the peales the People ring,
Peace, and freedom and a King.

Chor.] Hark! the Peales the People ring.
Peace and freedom and a King.

Aug., Tham. To Armes! to Armes!

Archon. I lead the way!

Merc. Cease your Alarmes!
And stay, brave Archon, stay!
'Tis Doom'd by Fates Decree!
'Tis Doom'd that Albion's dwelling,
All other Isles excelling,
By Peace shall Happy be!

Archon. What then remaines for me?

Merc. Take my Caduceus! take this aweful Wand,
With this th'Infernal Ghosts I can command,
And strike a Terror thro the Stygian Land.
Common-wealth will want pretences
Sleep will Creep on all his Senses;

Archon touches Democracy with a Wand.

Zeal that lent him her assistance,
Stand amaz'd without resistance.

Dem. I feel a lazy slumber layes me down!
Let Albion! let him take the Crown!
Happy let him reign,
Till I wake again! [falls asleep.

Zel. In vain I rage, In vain,
I rouze my Powers;
But I shall wake again;
I shall to better Houres.
Ev'n in slumber I will vex him;
Still perplex him,
Still incumber:
Know you that have ador'd him,
And Soveraign power afford him,
Wee'll reap the gains
Of all your paines
And seem to have restor'd him! [Zel. falls asleep.

Aug. and Tham. A stupyfying sadness
Leaves Her without motion;
But sleep will cure her madness,
And coole her to Devotion.

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Item Code: JDAAA4

First line: Cease Augusta cease thy mourning
Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, p.7ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.190, n.487; music appears at pp.56-61 (actually 64!) of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Merc. Cease, Augusta! Cease thy mourning,
Happy dayes appeare,
Godlike Albion is returning
Loyal Hearts to Cheere!
Every Grace his youth Adorning,
Glorious as the Star of Morning,
Or the Planet of the Year.
Chor. Godlike Albion is returning, &c.

Merc. to Arch. Hast away, Loyal chief, hast away.
No delay, but obey:
To receive thy lov'd Lord! hast away. [Ex. Arch.

Tham. Medway and Isis, you that augment me,
Tides that encrease my watry store,
And you that are Friends to Peace and Plenty,
Send my merry Boyes all ashore;
Sea Men Skipping,
Mariners Leaping,
Shouting, Tripping,
Send my merry Boyes all ashore!

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Item Code: JDAAA5

First line: The clouds divide what wonders do I see

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, p.7ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.67-70 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Merc. The Clouds divide, what Wonders,
What Wonders do I see!
The Wife of Jove, 'Tis shee,
That Thunders, More than thundring Hee!
Juno. No, Hermes, No;
'Tis Peace above
As 'tis below:
For Jove has left his wandring Love.
Tham. Great Queen of gathering Clouds;
Whose Moisture fills our Floods,
See; we fall before Thee,
Prostrate wee adore Thee!
Aug. Great Queen of Nuptial Rites,
Whose pow'r the Souls Unites,
And fills the Genial Bed with chast Delights,
See; we fall before Thee
Prostrate we adore Thee!
Juno. 'Tis ratifi'd above by every God,
And Jove has firm'd it with an Awfull Nod;
That Albion shall his love renew:
But oh, ungrateful Fair,
Repeated Crimes beware,
And to his Bed be true!

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Item Code: JDAAA6

First line: Speak Iris from Batavia speak the news

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, p.8ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.70-4 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Juno. Speak Iris, from Batavia, speak the Newes!
Has she perform'd my dread Command,
Returning Albion to his longing Land,
Or dares the Nymph refuse?

Iris. Albion, by the Nymph attended,
Was to Neptune recommended,
Peace and plenty spread the Sails:
Venus in her shell before him,
From the Sands in safety bore him,
And supply'd Etesian gales. [Retornella
Archon on the Shore Commanding,
Lowly met him at his Landing,
Crowd's of People swarm'd around;
Welcome rang like Peals of Thunder;
Welcome, rent the Skies assunder;
Welcome, Heav'n and Earth resound.

Juno. Why stay we then on Earth
When Mortals laugh and love?
Tis time to mount above
And send Astrƒa down,
The Ruler of his Birth,
And Guardian of his Crown.
'Tis time to mount above,
And send Astrƒa down.

Mer., Ju., Ir. 'Tis time to mount above,
And send Astrƒa down. [Mer. Ju. and Iris ascend.

Aug. and Tham. The Royal Squadron Marches,
Erect Tryumphal Arches,
For Albion and Albanius:
Rejoyce at their returning,
The passages adorning:
The Royal Squadron marches,
Erect Triumphal Arches
For Albion and Albanius.

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Item Code: JDAAA7

First line: Hail Royal Albion hail [to thee]

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 1.1, p.9ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.76-93 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Full Chor. Hail, Royal Albion, Hail.

Aug. Hail Royal Albion, Hail to thee,
Thy longing Peoples expectation:

Tham. Sent from the Gods to set us free.
From Bondage and from Usurpation!

Aug. To pardon and to pity me,
And to forgive a guilty Nation!

Tham. Behold the differing Climes agree.
Rejoycing in thy Restauration.

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Item Code: JDAAA8

First line: Infernal offspring of the night

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.10ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.94-111 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Plut. Infernal Offspring of the Night,
Debarr'd of Heav'n your Native right,
And from the glorious Fields of Light,
Condemn'd in shades to dragg the Chain,
And fill with groans the gloomy Plain;
Since Pleasures here are none below,
Be ill our good, our joy be Woe;
Our Work t'embroil the Worlds above,
Disturb their Union, disunite their Love,
And blast the Beautious frame of our Victorious Foe.

Democ. and Zelot. together. Oh thou for whom those Worlds are made,
Thou Sire of all things and their end,
From hence they spring, and when they fade
In Shuffled Heaps they hither tend;
Here Humane Souls receive their Breath,
And wait for Bodies after Death.

Democ. Hear our Complaint and grant our Pray'r.

Pluto. Speak what you are,
And whence you fell?

Democ. I am thy first begotten care,
Conceiv'd in Heav'n; but born in Hell,
When Thou didst bravely undertake in fight
Yon Arbitrary Pow'r,
That rules by Soveraign might,
To set thy Heav'n-born fellows free
And leave no difference in Degree,
In that Auspicious Hour
Was I begot by Thee.

Zelota. One Mother bore us at a Birth,
Her Name was Zeal before she fell;
No fairer Nymph in Heav'n or Earth
Till Saintship taught her to rebel:
But loosing Fame
And changing Name
She's now the Good Old Cause in Hell.

Plut. Dear Pledges of a Flame not yet forgot,
Say, what on Earth has been your lot?

Dem. and Zel. The Wealth of Albion's Isle was ours,
Augusta stoopt with all her stately Towr's!

Dem. Democracy kept Nobles under.

Zel. Zeal from the Pulpit roar'd like Thunder.

Dem. I trampled on the State.

Zel. I lorded o're the Gown.

Dem. and Zel. We both in Triumph sate
Usurpers of the Crown.
But oh Prodigious turn of Fate!
Heaven controuling,
Sent us rowling, rowling, down.

Plut. I wonder'd how of late our Acherontique shore
Grew thin, and Hell unpeople'd of her Store;
Charon for want of Use forgot his Oar.
The Souls of Bodies Dead flew all Sublime,
And hither none return'd to purge a Crime:
But now I see since Albion is restor'd,
Death has no Bus'ness, nor the vengeful Sword.
'Tis too too much that here I ly
From glorious Empire hurl'd;
By Jove excluded from the Sky,
By Albion from the World.

Dem. Were Common-Wealth restor'd again,
Thou should'st have Millions of the slain
To fill thy dark abode.

Zel. For He a Race of Rebels sends,
And Zeal the Path of Heav'n pretends;
But still mistakes the rode.

Pluto. My lab'ring thought
At length hath wrought
A bravely bold design,
In which you both shall joyn;
In borrow'd shapes to Earth return;
Thou Common-wealth, a Patriot seem,
Thou Zeal, like true Religion burn,
To gain the giddy Crowds Esteem.
Alecto, thou to fair Augusta go,
And all thy Snakes into her Bosom throw.

Dem. Spare some to fling
Where they may sting
The Breast of Albion's King.

Zel. Let Jealousies so well be mixt,
That great Albanius be unfixt!

Pluto. Forbear your vain Attempts, forbear;
Hell can have no admittance there:
The Peoples fear will serve as well,
Make him suspected, them Rebel.

Zel. Y'have all forgot
To forge a Plot
In seeming Care of Albion's Life;
Inspire the Crowd
With Clamours loud
T'involve his Brother and his Wife.

Alecto. Take of a Thousand Souls at thy Command,
The basest, blackest of the Stygian band:
One that will Swear to all they can invent,
So throughly Damn'd that he can n'er repent:
One often sent to Earth,
And still at every Birth
He took a deeper stain:
One that in Adam's time was Cain:
One that was burnt in Sodom's flame,
For Crimes ev'n here too black to name:
One, who through every form of ill has run:
One who in Naboth's days was Belial's Son:
One who has gain'd a Body fit for Sin;
Where all his Crimes
Of former Times
Lie Crowded in a Skin.

Pluto. Take him;
Make him
What you please;
For He
Can be
A Rogue with ease.
One for mighty Mischief Born:
He can Swear and be Forsworn.

Pluto and Alecto take him, &c.

Take him, make him what you please;
For He can be a Rogue with ease.

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Item Code: JDAAA9

First line: Let us laugh at our woes

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.114-35 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Pluto. Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our Woes,
The Wretch that is damn'd has nothing to lose.
Yee Furies advance
With the Ghosts in a Dance,
'Tis a Jubilee here when the World is in trouble:
When People rebel
VVee frolick in Hell;

A single Entry of a Devil follow'd by an Entry of 12 Devils.

But when the King falls, the pleasure is double:

Chorus. Let us laugh, let us laugh, let us laugh at our VVoes,
The VVretch that is damn'd hath nothing to lose.

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Item Code: JDAAA10

First line: O jealousy thou raging ill

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.14ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.304, n.2483, music appearing in the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8) at pages 139-42.

Text of song:

Aug. O jealousy, Thou raging ill,
Why hast thou found a Room in Lovers Hearts,
Afflicting what thou can'st not kill,
And Poysoning Love himself, with his own Darts?
I find my Albion's Heart is gone,
My first offences yet remain,
Nor can repentance Love regain;
One writ in Sand, alas, in Marble one.
I rave, I rave, my Spirits boyl
Like flames encreas'd and mounting high with pou'ring Oyl:
Disdain and Love succeed by turns;
One freezes me, and t'other burns; It burns.
Away soft Love, Thou Foe to rest,
Give Hate the full possession of my Breast.
Hate is the nobler passion far
VVhen Love is ill repay'd;
For at one blow it ends the VVar,
And Cures the Love-sick Maid.

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Item Code: JDAAA11

First line: Let not thy generous passion waste its rage

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, pp.14-5.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.142-7 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Dem. Let not thy generous passion wast its rage,
But once again restore our golden Age;
Still to weep and to complain,
Does but more provoke disdain.
Let publick good,
Inflame thy Blood;
VVith Crowds of VVarlike People thou art stor'd,
And heaps of Gold;
Reject thy old,
And to thy Bed receive another Lord.

Zel. Religion shall thy Bonds release,
For Heav'n can loose, as well as tie all;
And when 'tis for the Nations peace
A King is but a King on Tryal;
VVhen Love is lost, let Marriage end,
And leave a Husband for a Friend.

Dem. VVith Jealousy swarming
The People are Arming
And frights of oppression invade 'em.

Zelot. If they fall to relenting,
For fear of repenting,
Religion shall help to perswade 'em.

Aug. No more, no more Temptations use
To bend my VVill;
How hard a task 'tis to refuse
A pleasing ill?

Dem. Maintain the seeming duty of a VVife,
A modest show will jealous Eyes deceive,
Affect a fear for hated Albion's Life,
And for imaginary Dangers grieve.

Zelot. His Foes already stand protected,
His Friends by publick Fame suspected,
Albanius must forsake his Isle:
A Plot Contriv'd in happy hour
Bereaves him of his Royal Pow'r,
For Heav'n to mourn and Hell to smile.

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Item Code: JDAAA12

First line: Then zeal and common-wealth infest

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, pp.15-6.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.345, n.3207, music appearing at pages 148-9 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

<1.>

Then Zeal and Common-wealth infest
My Land again;
The fumes of madness that possest
The Peoples giddy Brain,
Once more disturb the Nations rest,
And dye Rebellion in a deeper Stain.

2.

Will they at length awake the sleeping Sword,
And force revenge from their offended Lord?
How long, yee Gods, how long
Can Royal patience bear
Th'Insults and wrong
Of Mad-mens jealousies, and causeless fear?

3.

I thought their love by mildness might be gain'd,
By Peace I was restor'd, in Peace I Reign'd:
But Tumults, Seditions,
And haughty Petitions,
Are all the effects of a merciful Nature;
Forgiving and granting,
E're Mortals are wanting,
But leads to Rebelling against their Creator.

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Item Code: JDAAA13

First line: With pity Jove beholds thy state

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, pp.16-8.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pp.149-60 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Merc. With pity Jove beholds thy State,
But Jove is circumscrib'd by Fate;
Th'o'erwhelming Tide rowls on so fast,
It gains upon this Islands wast:
And is oppos'd too late! too late!

Albion. What then must helpless Albion do?

Merc. Delude the fury of the Foe,
And to preserve Albanius, let him go;
For 'tis decreed,
Thy Land must bleed,
For Crimes not thine, by wrathful Jove;
A Sacred Flood
of Royal Blood,
Cries Vengeance, Vengeance lowd above.

Mercury ascends.

Albion. Shall I, t'asswage
Their Brutal rage,
The Regal stem destroy;
Or must I lose,
(To please my Foes,)
My sole remaining joy?
Yee God's what worse,
What greater Curse,
Can all your Wrath employ?

Alban. Oh Albion! hear the Gods and me!
Well, am I lost in saving Thee.
Not exile or danger can fright a brave Spirit
With Innocence guarded,
With Vertue rewarded;
I make of my sufferings a Merit.

Albion. Since then the Gods, and Thou wilt have it so;
Go: (can I live once more to bid Thee?) go,
Where thy Misfortunes call Thee and thy Fate:
Go, guiltless Victim of a guilty State,
In War my Champion to defend,
In peaceful Hours, when Souls unbend,
My Brother, and what's more my Friend!
Born where the Foamy Billows roar,
On Seas less Dang'rous than the Shoar:
Go, where the Gods thy Refuge have assign'd:
Go from my sight; but never from my Mind.

Alban. Whatever Hospitable ground
shall be for me, unhappy Exile, found,
Till Heav'n vouchsafe to smile;
What Land so e're,
Tho' none so dear,
As this ungrateful Isle;
O think! O think! no distance can remove
My vow'd Allegiance, and my Loyal Love.

Albion. and Alban. The Rosy finger'd Morn appears,
And from her Mantle shakes her Tears,
In promise of a glorious Day:
The Sun, returning, Mortals chears,
And drives the Rising Mists away,
In promise of a glorious Day. [Ritornelle.

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Item Code: JDAAA14

First line: All hail ye royal pair [The god's peculiar care]

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.18ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.169, n.112, music appearing at pages 161-4 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

All Hail yee Royal pair!
The God's peculiar care:
Fear not the malice of your Foes;
Their Dark designing
And Combining,
Time and truth shall once expose:
Fear not the malice of your Foes.

2.

My sacred Oracles assure,
The Tempest shall not long indure;
But when the Nations Crimes are purg'd away,
Then shall you both in glory shine; Apollo goes forward out of sight.
Propitious both, and both Divine:
In Lustre equal to the God of Day.

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Item Code: JDAAA15

First line: Old father Ocean calls my tide

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.18ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.311, n.2592, music appearing at pages 165-72 and 220-30 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Old Father Ocean calls my Tyde:
Come away, come away,
The Barks upon the Billows ride,
The Master will not stay;

The merry Boson from his side,
His Whistle takes to check and chide
The lingring Lads delay,
And all the Crew alowd has Cry'd,
Come away, come away.

See the God of Seas attends Thee,
Nymphs Divine, a Beauteous Train:
All the calmer gales befriend Thee
In thy passage o're the Main:
Every Maid her Locks is binding,
Every Triton's Horn is winding,
Welcome to the watry Plain.

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Item Code: JDAAA16

First line: Ye nymphs the charge is royal

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.19ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.311, n.2592, music appearing at pages 175-212 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Yee Nymphs, the Charge is Royal,
Which you must convey;
Your Hearts and Hands employ all,
Hasten to obey;
When Earth is grown disloyal,
Shew there's Honour in the Sea.

The Chacon continues. The Chorus of Nymphs and Tritons repeat the same Verses. The Chacon continues. Two Nymphs and Tritons.

Sports and Pleasures shall attend you
Through all the Watry Plains,
VVhere Neptune Reigns:
Venus ready to defend you,
And her Nymphs to ease your Pains.
No storm shall offend you,
Passing the Main;
Nor Billow threat in vain,
So Sacred a Train,
Till the Gods that defend you,
Restore you again.

The Chacon continues. The Chorus repeat the same Verses, Sports and Pleasure. &c. The Chacon continues. The two Nymphs and Triton Sing.

See at your blest returning
Rage disappears;
The VVidow'd Isle in Mourning
Dries up her Tears,
VVith Flowers the Meads adorning,
Pleasure appears,
And love dispels the Nations causeless fears.

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Item Code: JDAAA17

First line: Behold ye pow'rs from whom I own

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 2.1, p.20ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pages 232-41 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Albion. Behold yee Pow'rs! from VVhom I own
A Birth immortal, and a Throne:
See a Sacred King uncrown'd,
See your Offspring, Albion, bound:
The gifts you gave with lavish hand,
Are all bestow'd in vain:
Extended Empire on the Land,
Unbounded o'er the Main.

Acacia.

Empire o'er the Land and Main,
Heav'n that gave can take again;
But a mind that's truly brave,
Stands despising,
Storms arising,
And can ne'er be made a Slave.

Albion. Unhelpt I am, who pity'd the distress'd,
And none oppressing, am by all oppress'd;
Betray'd, forsaken, and of hope bereft:

Acacia. Yet still the Gods and Innocence are left.

Albion. Ah! what canst thou avail,
Against Rebellion arm'd with zeal,
And fac'd with publick good?
O Monarch's see
Your Fate in me!
To rule by Love,
To shed no Blood,
May be extol'd above;
But here below,
Let Princes know
'Tis fatal to be good.

Chorus of both. To rule by Love &c.

Albion. But see! what prodigies are these?

Acacia. Your Father Neptune from the Seas,
Has Nereids and blew Triton's sent,
To charm your discontent.

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Item Code: JDAAA18

First line: From the low palace of old father Ocean

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.22ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1097, music appearing at page 244 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

<1.>

From the low Palace of old Father Ocean,
come we in pity your cares to deplore:
Sea-raceing Dolphins are train'd for our Motion,
Moony Tides swelling to rowl us a-shore,

2.

Ev'ry Nymph of the flood, her Tresses rending,
Throws of her Armlet of Pearl in the Main;
Neptune in anguish his Charge unattending,
Vessels are foundring, and Vows are in vain.

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Item Code: JDAAA19

First line: [Ha ha] 'Tis what so long I wish'd and vow'd

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.22ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pages 244-56 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Tyran. Ha, ha, 'tis what so long I wish'd and vow'd,
Our Plots and delusions,
Have wrought such confusions,
That the Monarch's a Slave to the Crowd.

Democ. A Design we fomented,

Tyr. By Hell it was new!

Dem. A false Plot invented,

Tyr. To cover a true.

Democ. First with promis'd faith we flatter'd,

Tyr. Then jealousies and fears we scatter'd.

Asebia. We never valu'd right and wrong,
But as they serv'd our cause;

Zelot. Our Business was to please the throng,
And Court their wild applause:

Asebia. For this we brib'd the Lawyers Tongue,
And then destroy'd the Law's.

Chor. For this, &c.

Tyran. To make him safe, we made his Friends our Prey;

Dem. To make him great we scorn'd his Royal sway,

Tyran. And to confirm his Crown, we took his Heir away.

Dem. T'encrease his store,
We kept him poor:

Tyran. And when to wants we had betray'd him,
To keep him low,
Pronounc'd a Foe,
Who e're presum'd to aid him.

Asebia. But you forget the noblest part,
And Masterpiece of all your Art,
You told him he was sick at Heart.

Zelot. And when you could not work belief
In Albion of th'imagin'd grief;
Your perjur'd vouchers in a Breath,
Made Oath that he was sick to Death;
And then five hundred Quacks of skill
Resolv'd t'was fit he should be ill.

Asebia. Now heigh for a Common-wealth,
Wee merrily Drink and Sing,
'Tis to the Nations Health,
For every Man's a King.

Zelot. Then let the Masque begin,
The Saints advance,
To fill the Dance,
And the Property Boys come in.

The Boys in White begin a Fantastick Dance.

Chor. Let the Saints ascend the Throne.

Dem. Saints have Wives, and Wives have Preachers,
Guifted men, and able Teachers;
These to get, and those to own;

Chor. Let the Saints ascend the Throne.

Asebia. Freedom is a bait alluring;
Them betraying, us securing,
While to Sovereign pow'r we soar.

Zelota. Old delusions new repeated,
Shews 'em born but to be cheated,
As their Fathers were before.

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Item Code: JDAAA20

First line: See friendless Albion there alone

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.24.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pages 258-62 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Democr. See Friendless Albion there alone,
Without Defence
But Innocence;
Albanius now is gone.

Tyran. Say then, What must be done?

Dem. The Gods have put him in our hand.

Zelota. He must be slain!

Tyran. But who shall then Command?

Dem. The People: for the right returns to those,
VVho did the trust impose.

Tyran. 'Tis fit another Sun shou'd rise,
To cheer the VVorld, and light the Skyes.

Dem. But when the Sun,
His race has run,
And neither cheers the VVorld, nor lights the Skies;
'Tis fit a Common-wealth of Stars shou'd rise.

Asebia. Each noble vice,
Shall bear a Price,
And Vertue shall a drug become:
An empty Name
VVas all her Fame,
But now she shall be Dumb.

Zelota. If open Vice be what you drive at,
A Name so broad we'll ne'er connive at.
Saints love Vice, but more refin'dly,
Keep her close, and use her kindly.

Tyran. Fall on.

Dem. Fall on: Ere Albion's death we'll try,
If one or many shall his room supply.

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Item Code: JDAAA21

First line: See the gods my cause defending

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.24.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears at pages 265-6 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Albion. See the Gods my cause defending,
VVhen all humane help was past!
Acacia. Factions mutually contending,
By each other fall at last.
Albion. But is not yonder Proteus Cave,
Below that steep,
Which rising Billows brave?
Acacia. It is: And in it lies the God asleep:
And snorting by,
We may descry,
The Monsters of the deep.
Albion. He knows the past,
And can resolve the future too.
Acacia. 'Tis true!
But hold him fast,
For he can change his hew.

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Item Code: JDAAA22

First line: Albion lov'd of gods and men

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.25ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.168, n.104, music appearing in pages 269-73 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

<1.>

Albion, lov'd of Gods and Men,
Prince of Peace too mildly Reigning,
Cease thy sorrow and complaining;
Thou shalt be restor'd agen:
Albion, lov'd of Gods and Men.

2.

Still thou art the care of Heav'n,
In thy Youth to Exile driv'n:
Heav'n thy ruin then prevented,
Till the guilty Land repented:
In thy Age, when none could aid Thee,
Foes conspir'd, and Friends betray'd Thee;
To the brink of danger driv'n,
Still thou art the Care of Heav'n.

Albion. To whom shall I my preservation owe?
Proteus. Ask me no more! for 'tis by Neptune's Foe.

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Item Code: JDAAA23

First line: Our seeming friends who join'd alone
Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.26ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears on pages 276-83 of the 1687 edition.

Text of song:

Democ. Our seeming Friends, who joyn'd alone,
To pull down one, and build another Throne,
Are all disperst and gone:
We brave republick Souls remain.

Zelot. And 'tis by us that Albion must be Slain:
Say, whom shall wee employ
The Tyrant to destroy?

Democ. That Archer is by Fate design'd,
With one Eye clear, and t'other blind.

Zelota. He seems inspir'd to do't.

Omnes. Shoot Holy Cyclop, shoot.

The one Ey'd Archer advances, the rest follow: A fire arises betwixt them and Albion.

[Ritornel.

Democ. Lo! Heav'n and Earth combine,
To blast our bold design.
What Miracles are shown?
Nature's alarm'd,
And Fires are arm'd,
To guard the Sacred Throne.

Zelota. What help, when jarring Elements conspire
To punish our audacious Crimes.
Retreat betimes,
To shun th'avenging Fire.

Chor. To shun the avenging Fire. [Ritor.

As they are going back a Fire arises from behind: They all sink together.

Albion. Let our tuneful accents upwards move,
Till they reach the vaulted Arch of those above;
Let us adore 'em;
Let us fall before 'em:

Acacia. Kings they made, and Kings they love
When they protect a rightful Monarch's Reign,
The Gods in Heav'n, the Gods on Earth maintain.

Both. When they protect, &c.

Albion. But see what glories guild the main.

Acacia. Bright Venus brings Albanius back again,
With all the loves and graces in her train.

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Item Code: JDAAA24

First line: Albion hail the gods present thee

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.27ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.168, n.103, music appearing on pages 287-94 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Venus. Albion, Hail; The Gods present Thee,
All the richest of their Treasures,
Peace and Pleasures,
To content Thee,
Dancing their eternal measures: Graces and Loves, Dance an Entry.

Venus. But above all humane blessing;
Take a Warlike Loyal Brother,
Never Prince had such another:
Conduct, Courage, truth expressing,
All Heroick worth possessing.

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Item Code: JDAAA25

First line: From Jove's imperial court [Where all the gods resort]

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.28ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears on pages 297-306 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Phoeb. From Jove's Imperial Court,
Where all the Gods resort;
In awful Council met,
Surprizing news I bear:
Albion the Great,
Must change his Seat,
For Hee's adopted there.

Ven. What Stars above shall we displace?
Where shall he fill a Room Divine?

Nept. Descended from the Sea Gods Race,
Let him by my Orion shine.

Phoeb. No, Not by that tempestuous sign:
Betwixt the Balance and the Maid,
The Just,
August,
And peaceful shade,
Shall shine in Heav'n with Beams display'd,
While great Albanius is on Earth obey'd:

Ven. Albanius Lord of Land and Main,
Shall with fraternal vertues Reign;
And add his own,
To fill the Throne;
Ador'd and fear'd, and lov'd no less:
In VVar Victorious, mild in Peace,
The joy of men, and Jove's increase.

Acacia. O Thou! Who mount'st th'ƒ€thereal Throne,
Be kind and happy to thy own;
Now Albion is come,
The People of the Sky,
Run gazing and Cry,
Make Room, make Room,
Make room for our new Deity.

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Item Code: JDAAA26

First line: Behold what triumphs are prepar'd

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.29.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears on page 307 of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Ven. Behold what Triumphs are prepar'd to grace
Thy glorious Race,
Where Love and Honour claim an equal place;
Already are they fixt by Fate,
And only ripening Ages wait.

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Item Code: JDAAA27

First line: Renown assume thy trumpet

Source Edition: Albion and Albanius (1685), 3.1, p.30ff.

First performed: 3 June 1685

UMI(2) reel no.: 208:43

Author: John Dryden

Composer: Louis Grabu

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, but the music appears on pages 309ff of the 1687 edition (UMI(2) 736:8).

Text of song:

Fame. Renown, assume thy Trumpet!
From Pole to Pole resounding:
Great Albion's Name;
Great Albion's Name shall be
The Theme of Fame, shall be great Albion's Name,
Great Albion's Name, Great Albion's Name.
Record the Garters glory:
A Badge for Hero's, and for Kings to bear:
For Kings to bear!
And swell th'Immortal Story,
With Songs of Gods, and fit for Gods to hear;
And swell th'Immortal Story,
VVith Songs of Gods, and fit for Gods to hear;
For Gods to hear.
A full Chorus of all the Voices and Instruments: Trumpets and Ho-Boys make Returnello's of all Fame sings; and Twenty four Dancers joyn all the time in a Chorus, and Dance to the end of the Opera.

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