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First line: The day is come I see it rise
Source Edition: Amboyna, or The Cruelties of the Dutch to the English Merchants (1672), 3.1, pp.30-1.
First performed: May? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:4 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.208, n.802 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.60 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Epithalamium.
The day is come, I see it rise,
Betwixt the
Bride's and Bridegroom's Eyes,
That Golden day
they wish'd so long,
Love pick'd it out amidst
the throng;
He destin'd to himself this Sun,
And took the Reins and drove him on;
In his own
Beams he drest him bright,
Yet bid him bring a better
night.
The day you wish'd arriv'd at last,
You wish as much that it were past,
One Minute
more and night will hide,
The Bridegroom and the blushing
Bride.
The Virgin now to Bed do's goe:
Take care oh Youth, she rise not soe;
She pants and trembles
at her doom,
And fears and wishes thou wou'dst come.
The Bridegroom comes, He comes apace
With Love
and Fury in his Face;
She shrinks away, He close pursues,
And Prayers and Threats, at once do's use,
She softly sighing begs delay,
And with her hand put
his away,
Now out a loud for help she cryes,
And now despairing shuts her Eyes.
Har. Sen. I like this Song, 'twas sprightly, it wou'd restore me twenty years of Youth, had I but such a Bride.
A DANCE.
<NOTE: After a few lines of dialogue the next song begins>.
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First line: Who ever saw a noble sight
Source Edition: Amboyna, or The Cruelties of the Dutch to the English Merchants (1672), 3.1, pp.31-2.
First performed: May? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:4 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Beam. Come let me have the Sea fight, I like that better, then a thousand of your wanton Epithalamiums.
Har. Jun. He means that Fight in which he freed me from the Pirats.
Towers. Prithee Friend oblige me, and call not for that Song, 'twill breed ill blood. [to Beamont.
Beam. Prithee be not scrupulous, ye fought it bravely. Young Harman is ungrateful if he do's not acknowledge it. I say, sing me the Sea Fight.
The Sea Fight.
Who ever saw a noble
sight,
That never view'd a brave Sea Fight:
Hang up your bloody Colours in the Aire,
Up with
your Fights and your Nettings prepare,
Your Merry Mates
chear, with a lusty bold spright,
Now each Man his brindice,
and then to the Fight,
St. George, St. George we cry,
The shouting Turks reply.
Oh now it begins, and
the Gunroom grows hot,
Plie it with Culverin and with
small shot;
Heark do's it not Thunder, no 'tis
the Guns roar,
The Neighbouring Billows are turn'd
into Gore,
Now each man must resolve to dye,
For here the Coward cannot flye.
Drums and Trumpets toll
the Knell,
And Culverins the Passing Bell.
Now now they Grapple, and now board a Main,
Blow up the
Hatches, they're off all again:
Give 'em a broadside,
the Dice run at all,
Down comes the Mast and Yard, and
tacklings fall,
She grows giddy now like blind fortunes
wheel,
She sinks there, she sinks, she turns up her Keel,
Who ever beheld so noble a sight
As this so brave,
so bloody Sea Fight.
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First line: You charm'd me not with that fair face
Source Edition: An Evening's Love, or The Mock Astrologer (1668), 2.1, pp.15-6.
First performed: 12 June 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 814:10 (1671)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wild. Or let us encourage one another to a breach by the dangers of possession: I have a Song to that purpose.
Jac. Pray let me hear it: I hope it will go to the tune of one of our Passa calles.
SONG.
You charm'd me not with that
fair face
Though it was all Divine:
To be
anothers is the Grace,
That makes me wish you mine.
The Gods and Fortune take their part
Who like young
Monarchs fight;
And boldly dare invade that Heart
Which is anothers right.
First mad with hope we
undertake
To pull up every Bar;
But once
possess'd, we faintly make
A dull defensive War.
Now every friend is turn'd a foe
In hope to
get our store:
And passion makes us Cowards grow,
Which made us brave before.
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First line: After the pangs of a desperate lover
Source Edition: An Evening's Love, or The Mock Astrologer (1668), 2.1, pp.25-6.
First performed: 12 June 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 814:10 (1671)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.164, n.17 [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres and songs, 1673, p.8 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.
Text of song:
Wild. Strike up Gentlemen; we'll entertain 'em with a Song al' Angloise, pray be ready with your Chorus.
SONG.
<1.>
After the pangs of a desperate Lover,
When
day and night I have sigh'd all in vain,
Ah what
a pleasure it is to discover
In her eyes pity, who causes
my pain!
2.
When with unkindness
our love at a stand is.
And both have punish'd our
selves with the pain,
Ah what a pleasure the touch of
her hand is,
Ah what a pleasure to press it again!
3.
When the den1al comes fainter and
fainter,
And her Eyes give what her tongue does deny,
Ah what a trembling I feel when I venture,
Ah what
a trembling does usher my joy!
4.
When,
with a Sigh, she accords me the blessing,
And her eyes
twinkle 'twixt pleasure and pain;
Ah what a joy 'tis
beyond all expressing,
Ah what a joy to hear, shall we
again!
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First line: Calm was the even and clear was the sky
Source Edition: An Evening's Love, or The Mock Astrologer (1668), 4.1, pp.48-9.
First performed: 12 June 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 814:10 (1671)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.189, n.468 [Music] John Playford, Choices ayres and songs, 1673, p.9 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.
Text of song:
Jac. He's already in Purgatory; but the next offence shall put him in the pit, past all redemption; prethee sing to draw him nearer: Sure he cannot know me in this disguise.
Beat. Make haste then; for I have more Irons in the fire: when I have done with you I have another assignation of my Lady Theodosia's to Don Melchor.
SONG.
<1.>
Calm was the Even, and cleer was the Sky,
And
the new budding Flowers did spring,
When all alone went
Amyntas and I
To hear the sweet Nightingal sing;
I sate, and he laid him down by me;
But scarcely
his breath he could draw;
For when with a fear he began
to draw near,
He was dash'd with A ha ha ha ha!
2.
He blush'd to himself, and lay
still for a while,
And his modesty curb'd his desire;
But streight I convinc'd all his fear with a smile,
Which added new Flames to his Fire.
O Sylvia, said
he, you are cruel,
To keep your poor Lover in awe;
Then once more he prest with his hand to my brest,
But was dash'd with A ha ha ha ha.
3.
I knew 'twas his passion that caus'd all his fear;
And therefore I pitty'd his Case:
I whisper'd
him softly there's no body near,
And laid my Cheek
close to his Face:
But as he grew bolder and bolder,
A Shepheard came by us and saw;
And just as our
bliss we began with a Kiss,
He laughd out with A ha ha
ha ha.
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First line: Celimena of my heart
Source Edition: An Evening's Love, or The Mock Astrologer (1668), 5.1, pp.77-8.
First performed: 12 June 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 814:10 (1671)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
<1.>
Damon. Celimena,
of my heart,
None shall e're bereave you:
If with your good leave I may
Quarrel with you once a
day,
I will never leave you.
2.
Celimena. Passion's but an empty name
Where
respect is wanting:
Damon you mistake your aim;
Hang your Heart, and burn your Flame,
If you must
be ranting.
3.
Damon. Love
as dull and muddy is,
As decaying Liquor:
Anger sets it on the Lees,
And refines it by degrees,
Till it workes it quicker.
4.
Celimena. Love by quarrels to beget
Wisely you
endeavour;
With a grave Physitian's wit
Who to cure an Ague fit
Put me in a Feavor.
5.
Damon. Anger rouzes love to fight,
And his only bait is,
'Tis the spurre to dull
delight,
And is but an eager bite,
When desire
at height is.
6.
Celimena.
If such drops of heat can fall
In our wooing weather;
If such drops of heat can fall,
We shall have the
Devil and all
When we come together.
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First line: Why so pale and wan fond lover
Source Edition: An Evening's Love, or The Mock Astrologer (1668), song not printed in play.
First performed: 12 June 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 814:10 (1671)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Louis Ramondon. See JSA1 for music.
Lyrics: Sir John Suckling
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.388, n.3956 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.278-9 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
Song.
Why
so pale and wan fond Lover?
Prithee why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking
ill prevaile?
Prithee why so pale?
Why
so dull and mute young Sinner?
Prithee why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying
nothing doo't?
Prithee why so mute?
Quit,
quit, for shame, this will not move
This cannot take
her;
If of her selfe shee will not Love,
Nothing can make her,
The Devill take her.
<NOTE: Day and Murrie record that Suckling's song appeared in this play>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Amphitryon; or, The Two Socia's (1690), 2.1, p.12.
First performed: 21 October 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:33
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sosia. <...> Whatever Wight he be, I am devilishly afraid, that's certain: but 'tis discretion to keep my own Counsel: I'll sing, that I may seem Valiant.
[Sosia sings; and as Mercury speaks, by little and little drops his Voice.
Merc. What sawcy Companion is this, that deafens us with his hoarse Voice? what Midnight Ballad-singer have we here? I shall teach the Villain to leave off Catterwawling.
Sosia. I wou'd I had Courage, for his sake; that I might teach him to call my singing Catterwawling, an Illiterate Rogue; an Enemy to the Mures and to Musick.
Merc. There is an ill savour that offends my Nostrils; and it wafteth this way?
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First line: Celia that I once was blest
Source Edition: Amphitryon; or, The Two Socia's (1690), 3.1, pp.34-5.
First performed: 21 October 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:33
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.192, n.515 [Music] Songs in Ampitryon (1690), pp.1-2 (UMI(2) 208:33) et alia.
Text of song:
Jupiter signs to the Musicians. Song and Dance: after which, Alcmena withdraws, frowning.
SONG.
I.
Celia, that I once was blest
Is now the Torment
of my Brest;
Since to curse me, you bereave me
Of the Pleasures I possest:
Cruel Creature, to
deceive me!
First to love, and then to leave me!
II.
Had you the Bliss refus'd to
grant,
Then I had never known the want:
But
possessing once the Blessing,
Is the Cause of my Complaint:
Once possessing is but tasting;
'Tis no Bliss
that is not lasting.
III.
Celia
now is mine no more;
But I am hers; and must adore:
Nor to leave her will endeavour;
Charms, that captiv'd
me before,
No unkindness can dissever;
Love
that's true, is Love for ever.
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First line: Fair [For] Iris I love [sigh] and hourly I dye
Source Edition: Amphitryon; or, The Two Socia's (1690), 4.1, pp.45-6.
First performed: 21 October 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:33
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Butler
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.222, n.1046 [Music] Songs in Amphitryon (1690), pp.3-4 (UMI(2) 208:33) et alia.
Text of song:
<Mercury> stamps upon the ground: some Dancers come from underground: and others from the sides of the Stage: A Song, and a fantastick Dance.
Mercury's SONG to Phaedra.
I.
Fair Iris I love, and hourly I dye,
But not
for a Lip, nor a languishing Eye:
She's fickle and
false, and there we agree;
For I am as false, and as
fickle as she:
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.
II.
'Tis civil to swear, and say things of course;
We mean not the taking for better for worse.
When
present, we love; when absent, agree:
I think not of
Iris, nor Iris of me:
The Legend of Love no Couple can
find
So easie to part, or so equally join'd.
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First line: Fair Iris and her swain [Were in a shady bow'r]
Source Edition: Amphitryon; or, The Two Socia's (1690), 4.1, pp.46-7.
First performed: 21 October 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:33
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.216, n.936 [Music] Songs in Ampitryon (1690), pp.5-13 (UMI(2) 208:33) et alia.
Text of song:
Merc. <...> But, to satisfie thee, thou art wishing, now, for the same Power I have exercis'd; that thou mightest stamp, like me; and have more Singers come up for another Song.
Phaedra. Gad, I think the Devil's in you. Then I do stamp in some body's Name, but I know not whose; (stamps.) Come up, Gentle-folks, from below; and sing me a Pastoral Dialogue, where the Woman may have the better of the Man; as we always have in Love matters.
[New Singers come up and sing a Song.
A Pastoral Dialogue betwixt Thyrsis and Iris.
I.
Thyrsis. Fair
Iris and her Swain
Were in a shady Bow'r;
Where Thyrsis long in vain
Had sought the Shepherd's
hour:
At length his Hand advancing upon her snowy Breast;
He said, O kiss me longer,
And longer yet and longer,
If you will make me Blest.
II.
Iris. An easie yielding Maid,
By trusting is
undone;
Our Sex is oft betray'd,
By granting
Love too soon.
If you desire to gain me, your Suff'rings
to redress;
Prepare to love me longer,
And
longer yet, and longer,
Before you shall possess.
III.
Thyrsis. The little Care you show,
Of all my Sorrows past;
Makes Death appear too
slow,
And Life too long to last.
Fair Iris
kiss me kindly, in pity of my Fate;
And kindly still,
and kindly,
Before it be too late.
IV.
Iris. You fondly Court your Bliss,
And no Advances
make;
'Tis not for Maids to kiss,
But
'tis for Men to take.
So you may Kiss me kindly,
and I will not rebell;
And kindly still, and kindly,
But Kiss me not and tell.
V.
A RONDEAU.
Chorus. Thus at the height we love and
live,
And fear not to be poor:
We give, and
give, and give, and give,
Till we can give no more:
But what to day will take away,
To morrow will
restore.
Thus at the heighth we love and live,
And fear not to be poor.
Phaedra. Adieu, I leave you to pay the Musick: Hope well Mr. Planett; there's a better Heav'n in store for you: I say no more, but you can guess.
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First line: When Cloe I your charms survey
Source Edition: A Plot and No Plot (1697), 3.1, pp.40-1.
First performed: 8 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1205:7
Author: John Dennis
Composer: Richard Leveridge ( nwc)
Lyrics: Thomas Cheeke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Music appears in a broadside (UMI(2) 1483:9)
Text of song:
Bull jun. <...> Hey! Boy! Enter Boy. Sing me the Song that I gave you Yesterday.
Song by Tho. Cheek, Esq;.
When Cloe, I your Charms survey,
My wandring
Sences run away.
My trembling Heart goes pit a pat,
Can you not guess what Id be at.
Sometimes in gentle
Sighs I move
The Air with softest Breeze of Love.
Sometimes like Gun of largest Bore,
I vent my Sighs
with dismal Roar:
Disorder'd, know not what I do,
And all, my Dear, for Love of you.
Frowz. Very pretty, as I hope to breathe <...>
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: A Plot and No Plot (1697), 4.1, p.54.
First performed: 8 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1205:7
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Frowz. <...> But heark, what noise is that.
Enter Baldernoe, in a Chair, Singing and whimsically drest. Three or four Fiddles, before, and five or six persons dancing by the sides: He gets out of the Chair.
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First line: A merry cup faith let us drink
Source Edition: A Plot and No Plot (1697), 4.1, pp.60-2.
First performed: 8 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1205:7
Author: John Dennis
Lyrics: William Wycherley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bald. So! Now let's call in the Fiddles, and rejoyce for our good success.
Enter Fiddles. After a Dance,
A Drinking Song by Mr Wycherley.
I.
A merry Cup, faith let us drink,
To be more
wise the less we think,
Since thinking is a silly thing
Which brings us care,
Fear and despair,
To leave off thinking we should sing.
II.
We'll sing and drink eternally,
Who thinks
too much, too soon will dye,
Too much thought, is too
little sense;
He's sad who thinks,
He's
glad who drinks,
He who thinks least is most a Prince.
III.
Wise Turks, that they may never
think,
Take Opium, and wise Christians drink;
Thought drains and drys the fertile brain,
But moistning
it,
Judgment and Wit
Will flourish and spring
up again.
IV.
A merry Cup then
let us take,
That dreams asleep, nor cares awake,
May break our rest, our peace destroy,
When we
drink deep,
Cares, sorrows sleep,
Drowning
our Care, buoys up our Joy.
V.
The
thinker is the greatest fool,
He without thought the
true great soul,
Who lets the world jog on as 'twill,
Knowing all thought
Is good for nought,
But minds to torture, men to kill.
Bald. So! Now Gentlemen, while you are drinking out the old fellow's Wine, I'll make use of my utmost art to terrifie him, that I may prepare him for what's to come.
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First line: No poor suff'ring heart no change endeavour
Source Edition: Cleomenes, The Spartan Heroe (1692), 2.2, p.15.
First performed: Mid-April 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:8
Author: John Dryden (and Thomas Southerne?)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Butler
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.296, n.2347 [Music] Comes Amoris...Fourth Book (1693), p.1 (UMI(2) 136:7) et alia.
Text of song:
The SCENE opens and discovers Cassandra's Apartment. Musicians and Dancers---Ptolomy leads in Cassandra, Sosybius follows---They Sit. Towards the end of the Song and Dance; Enter Cleomenes and Cleanthes on one side of the Stage, where they stand.
SONG.
<1.>
No no, poor suff'ring
Heart no Change endeavour,
Choose to sustain the smart,
rather than leave her;
My ravish'd Eyes behold such
Charms about her,
I can dye with her, but not live without
her.
One tender Sigh of hers to see me Languish,
Will more than pay the price of my past Anguish:
Beware O cruel Fair, how you smile on me,
'Twas a
kind Look of yours that has undone me.
2.
Love has in store for me one happy Minute,
And
She will end my pain who did begin it;
Then no day void
of Bliss, or Pleasure leaving,
Ages shall slide away
without perceiving:
Cupid shall guard the Door the more
to please us,
And keep out Time and Death when they would
seize us:
Time and Death shall depart, and say in flying,
Love has found out a way to Live by Dying.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Cleomenes, The Spartan Heroe (1692), 3.3, p.31.
First performed: Mid-April 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:8
Author: John Dryden (and Thomas Southerne?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SCENE of a Temple with Illuminations. An Altar, Apis painted above; Priests and Choristers. Ptolomy, Cassandra, Courtiers Men and Women, all decently plac'd. Musick Instrumental and Vocal. Then Ptolomy taking Cassandra by the Hand, advances to the Altar of Apis, bowing thrice, and gives the High Priest a Purse. Soft Musick all the while Ptolomy and Cassandra are Adoring and speaking.
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First line: Hail great Diana hear and see
Source Edition: Iphigenia (1699), 5.1, pp.48-9.
First Performed: December 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:7 (1700)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ode for the Sacrifice. Three Priests, Chorus of Priests and Priestesses.
<I.>
1 Pr. Hail great
Diana, hear and see,
Chor. We Sacrifice to thee.
2 Pr. Hail Moon that with thy silver Light,
Govern'st
the Empire of the Night,
Look down and see,
Chor. We Sacrifice to thee.
3 Pr. And thou the Dreadfull'st
of the three,
Hail Infernal Hecate!
Ascend
and see!
Chor. We Sacrifice to thee.
II.
Thee, Great Diana, thee,
Goddess renown'd
for Chastity,
Thee first of all we Invoke,
To see us strike the fatal stroke.
On him who with a
Heart prophane,
Thy very Altars sought to stain.
Thy presence open'd the dark Womb
And gave
him Entrance to the Light;
Thy presence too must open
the sad Tomb,
And send him to Eternal Night.
III.
Chor. Thee Goddess, thee, we all invoke
To see us strike the fatal stroke.
2 Pr. Thou Moon
that with thy Silver Light,
Govern'st the Empire
of the Night;
Thee, Goddess, thee, we next Invoke,
To see the fatal stroke.
As Horrour thou art pleas'd
to see,
Horror loves to gaze on thee.
Each
Fiend, and ev'ry ghastly Spright
That so abhors thy
Brother's Ray,
Yet oft forsakes eternal Night
To revel in thy paler Day.
Chor. Thee, Goddess,
Thee we next invoke,
Look down and see the fatal Stroke.
IV.
2 Chor. She sees, she sees, a gloomy
Red
Has half her glowing Face o'erspread.
But, oh behold, o'er half her Light,
Some Charm diffuses
gloomy Night;
It must be some Thessalian Charm,
Sound, sound your Trumpets, give the alarm;
Let
the Clangors reach the Sky,
Till her native Brightness
comes,
Beat your Timbrels, beat your Drums,
And let the Victim die.
V.
3
Pr. But hold, till lastly thee,
Infernal Hecate!
Queen of Furies we invoke,
Ascend and see the fatal
Stroke.
Ascend from everlasting Night,
Blasting
Nature with the sight;
VI.
She
comes, she cleaves the trembling Ground,
And spreading
horrour all around,
Doubly dies the misty Air,
Her dark and griesly Features fright,
The coal
black Steeds that drag the Night,
And Nature's Centinels
they scare,
Heark how with dreary Shriek the Owl,
And frighted Wolves with dreadful Howl,
Her dire
approach declare.
Chorus. She's here, her
Guard of Furies see,
And Furies now as great are we,
Her Spirit rages in our Souls,
And in our frantick
Eyes it rowls.
To the dismal Deed she's come to excite
us,
And nothing but Blood can delight us;
Give us Blood, give us Blood,
Give us a Flood,
Let it flow, let it flow,
Strike, strike the fatal
Blow.
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First line: Woden first to thee
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: See "Works of Purcell, Volume 26: King Arthur", London: Novello and Co. Ltd., 1971, pp.18-26. "Woden first to thee" not recorded in Day and Murrie, however they do record "To Woden thanks we render" (lines 15-8 below) at p.359, n.3451.
Text of song:
The rest of the Stage is fill'd with Priests and Singers.
Woden, first
to thee
A Milk white Steed, in Battle won,
We have Sacrific'd.
Chor. We have Sacrific'd.
Vers. Let our next Oblation be,
To Thor, thy thundring
Son,
Of such another.
Chor. We have Sacrific'd.
Vers. A third; (of Friezeland breed was he,)
To Woden's Wife, and to Thor's Mother:
And now
we have atton'd all three
We have Sacrific'd.
Chor. We have Sacrific'd.
2 Voc. The
White Horse Neigh'd aloud.
To Woden thanks we render.
To Woden, we have vow'd.
Chor. To Woden, our
Defender.
The four last Lines in CHORUS.
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First line: The lot is cast and Tanfan pleas'd
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Part of the following is recorded in Day and Murrie, p.248, n.1598. Music appears in Works, pp.27-9.
Text of song:
Vers. The Lot is Cast,
and Tanfan pleas'd:
Chor. Of Mortal Cares you shall
be eas'd,
Brave Souls to be renown'd in Story.
Honour prizing,
Death despising,
Fame
acquiring
By Expiring,
Dye, and reap the
fruit of Glory.
Brave Souls to be renown'd in Story.
Vers.2. I call ye all,
To Woden's Hall;
Your Temples round
With Ivy bound,
In Goblets Crown'd,
And plenteous Bowls of burnish'd
Gold;
Where you shall Laugh,
And dance and
quaff,
The Juice, that makes the Britons bold.
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First line: Come if you dare our trumpets sound
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 1.1, p.9.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.200, n.656. See also Works , pp.41-51.
Text of song:
A Battle supposed to be given behind the Scenes, with Drums, Trumpets, and Military Shouts and Excursions: After which, the Britons, expressing their Joy for the Victory, sing this Song of Triumph.
Come
if you dare, our Trumpets sound;
Come if you dare, the
Foes rebound:
We come, we come, we come, we come,
Says the double, double, double Beat of the Thundring Drum.
Now they charge on amain,
Now they rally again:
The Gods from above the Mad Labour behold,
And
pity Mankind that will perish for Gold.
The Fainting
Saxons quit their Ground,
Their Trumpets Languish in
the Sound;
They fly, they fly, they fly, they fly;
Victoria, Victoria, the Bold Britons cry.
Now
the Victory's won,
To the Plunder we run:
We return to our Lasses like Fortunate Traders,
Triumphant
with Spoils of the Vanquish'd Invaders.
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First line: Hither this way bend [Trust not that malicious fiend]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, p.12.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.241, n.1377. See also Works , pp.52-8, 61-2.
Text of song:
Phil.
sings. Hither this way, this way bend,
Trust not that
Malicious Fiend:
Those are false deluding Lights,
Wafted far and near by Sprights.
Trust 'em
not, for they'll deceive ye;
And in Bogs and Marshes
leave ye.
Chor. of Phil. Spirits. Hither this way, this
way bend.
Chor. of Grimb. Spirits. This way, this way
bend.
Phil. sings. If you step, no Danger thinking,
Down you fall, a Furlong sinking:
'Tis a Fiend
who has annoy'd ye;
Name but Heav'n, and he'll
avoid ye.
Chor. of Phil. Spirits. Hither this way, this
way bend.
Chor. of Grimb. Spirits. This way, this way
bend.
Philidels Spirits. Trust not that Malicious Fiend.
Grimbalds Spirits. Trust me, I am no Malicious Fiend.
Philidels Spirits. Hither this way, &c.
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First line: Let not a moon-born elf mislead ye
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, p.13.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.59-60.
Text of song:
He <Grimbald> sings.
<1.>
Let not a Moon-born Elf mislead ye,
From your
Pity, and from your Glory.
Too far, Alas, he has betray'd
ye:
Follow the Flames, that wave before ye:
Sometimes sev'n, and sometimes one;
Hurry, hurry,
hurry, hurry on.
2.
See, see,
the Footsteps plain appearing,
That way Oswald those
for flying:
Firm is the Turff, and fit for bearing,
Where yonder Pearly Dews are lying.
Far he cannot
hence be gone;
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry on.
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First line: Hither this way (reprise)
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, p.13.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: See JDKA3
Text of song:
Philidel sings. Hither this way.
Chor. of Phil. Spirits. Hither this way, this way bend.
Chor. of Grimb. Spirits. This way, this way bend.
Philidels Spirits. Trust not that Malicious Fiend.
Grimb.
Spirits. Trust me, I am no Malicious Fiend.
Philidels
Spirits. Hither this way, &c.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of part of JDKA4 >.
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First line: Come follow me [And green-sword all your way shall be]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, p.14.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.63-71.
Text of song:
Phil.
singing. Come follow, follow, follow me.
Chor. Come follow,
&c.
And me. And me. And me. And me.
Vers. 2 Voc. And Green-Sword all your way shall be.
Chor. Come follow, &c.
Vers. No
Goblin or Elf shall dare to offend ye.
Chor. No, no,
no, &c.
No Goblin or Elf shall dare to offend
ye.
Vers. 3 Voc. We Brethren of Air,
You Hero's will bear,
To the Kind and the Fair that
attend ye.
Chor. We Brethren, &c.
Philidel and the Spirits go off singing, with King Arthur and the
rest in the middle of them.
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First line: How blest are shepherds how happy their lasses
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, pp.15-6.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.242, n.1394. See also Works , pp.72-5.
Text of song:
Mat.
Here are a Crew of Kentish Lads and Lasses.
Wou'd
entertain ye, till your Lord's return,
With Songs
and Dances, to divert your Cares.
Em. O bring
'em in,
For tho' I cannot see the Songs, I love
'em;
And Love, they tell me, is a Dance of Hearts.
Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
<1.>
1 Shepherd sings. How blest are Shepherds, how happy their
Lasses,
While Drums & Trumpets are sounding Alarms!
Over our Lowly Sheds all the Storm passes;
And
when we die, 'tis in each others Arms.
All the Day
on our Herds and Flocks employing;
All the Night on our
Flutes, and in enjoying.
Chor. All the Day, &c.
2.
Bright Nymphs of Britain, with Graces
attended,
Let not your Days without Pleasure expire;
Honour's but empty, and when Youth is ended,
All Men will praise you, but none will desire.
Let not
Youth fly away without Contenting;
Age will come time
enough, for your Repenting.
Chor. Let not Youth, &c.
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First line: Shepherd leave decoying [Pipes are sweet a summer's day]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 2.1, pp.16-7.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.329, n.2911. See also Works , pp.76-9.
Text of song:
<1.>
2 Shepherdess. Shepherd, Shepherd, leave Decoying,
Pipes are sweet, a Summers Day;
But a little after
Toying,
Women have the Shot to Pay.
2.
Here are Marriage-Vows for signing,
Set their
Marks that cannot write:
After that, without Repining,
Play and Welcom, Day and Night.
Here the Women give the Men Contracts, which they accept.
Chor.
of all. Come, Shepherds, lead up, a lively Measure;
The
Cares of VVedlock, are Cares of Pleasure:
But whether
Marriage bring Joy, or Sorrow,
Make sure of this Day,
and hang to Morrow.
The Dance after the Song, and Exeunt
Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
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First line: Oh sight the mother of desires
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 3.1, pp.28-9.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, nor is it set to music in Works.
Text of song:
Airy Spirits appear in the Shapes of Men and Women.
Man sings. Oh Sight, the Mother
of Desires,
What Charming Objects dost thou yield!
'Tis sweet, when tedious Night expires,
To see
the Rosie Morning guild
The Mountain-Tops, and paint
the Field!
But, when Clorinda comes in sight,
She makes the Summers Day more bright;
And when she goes
away, 'tis Night.
Chor. When Fair Clorinda comes
in sight, &c.
Wom. sings. 'Tis sweet
the Blushing Morn to view;
And Plains adorn'd with
Pearly Dew:
But such cheap Delights to see,
Heaven and Nature,
Give each Creature;
They
have Eyes, as well as we.
This is the Joy, all Joys above,
To see, to see,
That only she
That
only she, we love!
Chor. This is the Joy, all Joys above,
&c.
Man sings. And, if we may discover,
What Charms both Nymph and Lover,
'Tis, when
the Fair at Mercy lies,
With Kind and Amorous Anguish,
To Sigh, to Look, to Languish,
On each others Eyes!
Chor. of all Men & Wom. And if we may discover, &c.
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First line: What ho thou genius of the clime [isle]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 3.1, pp.31-2.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.371, n.3641. See also Works , pp.83-92.
Text of song:
Cup.
sings. What ho, thou Genius of the Clime, what ho!
Ly'st
thou asleep beneath those Hills of Snow?
Stretch out
thy Lazy Limbs; Awake, awake,
And Winter from thy Furry
Mantle shake. Genius Arises.
Genius. What Power
art thou, who from below,
Hast made me Rise, unwillingly,
and slow,
From Beds of Everlasting Snow!
See'st thou not how stiff, and wondrous old,
Far
unfit to bear the bitter Cold,
I can scarcely move, or
draw my Breath;
Let me, let me, Freeze again to Death.
Cupid. Thou Doting Fool, forbear, forbear;
What, Dost thou Dream of Freezing here?
At Loves appearing,
all the Skie clearing,
The Stormy Winds their Fury spare:
Winter subduing, and Spring renewing,
My Beams
create a more Glorious Year.
Thou Doting Fool, forbear,
forbear;
What, Dost thou Dream of Freezing here?
Genius. Great Love, I know thee now;
Eldest
of the Gods art Thou:
Heav'n and Earth, by Thee were
made.
Humane Nature,
Is Thy Creature,
Every where Thou art obey'd.
Cupid.
No part of my Dominion shall be waste,
To spread my Sway,
and sing my Praise,
Ev'n here I will a People raise,
Of kind embracing Lovers, and embrac'd.
Cupid waves his Wand, upon which the Scene opens, and discovers a Prospect of Ice and Snow to the end of the Stage.
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First line: See we assemble [Thy revels to hold]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 3.1, pp.32-3.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.94-105.
Text of song:
Singers
and Dancers, Men and Women, appears.
Man. See, see, we
assemble,
Thy Revels to hold:
Though quiv'ring
with Cold,
We Chatter and Tremble.
Cupid.
'Tis I, 'tis I, 'tis I, that have warm'd ye;
In spight of Cold Weather,
I've brought ye
together:
'Tis I, 'tis I, 'tis I, that have
arm'd ye.
Chor. 'Tis Love, 'tis Love,
'tis Love that has warm'd us;
In spight of Cold
Weather,
He brought us together:
'Tis
Love, 'tis Love, 'tis Love that has arm'd us.
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First line: Sound a parley ye fair and surrender
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 3.1, p.33.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.336, n.3039. See also Works , pp.106-15.
Text of song:
<1.>
Cupid. Sound a Parley, ye Fair, and surrender;
Set your selves, and your Lovers at ease;
He's a
Grateful Offender
Who Pleasure dare seize:
But the Whining Pretender
Is sure to displease.
2.
Since the Fruit of Desire is possessing,
'Tis Unmanly to Sigh and Complain;
VVhen we
Kneel for Redressing,
VVe move your Disdain:
Love was made for a Blessing,
And not for a Pain.
A Dance; after which the Singers and Dancers depart.
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First line: O pass not on but stay [And waste the joyous day]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 4.1, pp.36-7.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie, nor is it set to music in Works.
Text of song:
As he is going to the Bridge, two Syrens arise from the Water; They shew themselves to the Waste, & sing.
1. Syren. O pass not on, but stay,
And waste the Joyous Day
VVith us in gentle Play:
Unbend to Love, unbend thee:
O lay thy Sword aside,
And other Arms provide;
For other Wars attend thee,
And sweeter to be try'd.
Chor. For other Wars, &c.
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First line: Two daughters of this aged stream are we
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 4.1, p.37.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.362, n.3502. See also Works , pp.117-9.
Text of song:
Both
<Syrens> sing. Two Daughters of this Aged Stream are
we;
And both our Sea-green Locks have comb'd for
thee;
Come Bathe with us an Hour or two,
Come Naked in, for we are so;
What Danger from a Naked
Foe?
Come Bathe with us, come Bathe, and share,
What Pleasures in the Floods appear;
We'll
beat the Waters till they bound,
And Circle, round, around,
around,
And Circle round, around.
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First line: How happy the lover [How easy his chain]
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 4.1, pp.37-8.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.120-33.
Text of song:
As he is going forward. Nymphs and Sylvans come out from behind the Trees. Base and two Trebles sing the following Song to a Minuet.
Dance with the Song, all with Branches in their Hands.
Song.
<1.>
How
happy the Lover,
How easie his Chain,
How
pleasing his Pain?
How sweet to discover!
He sighs not in vain.
For Love every Creature
Is form'd by his Nature;
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.
The Dance continues with
the same Measure play'd alone.
2.
In vain are our Graces,
In vain are your Eyes,
If Love you despise;
When Age furrows Faces,
'Tis time to be wise.
Then use the short Blessing,
That Flies in Possessing:
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.
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First line: Ye blust'ring brethren of the skies
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, pp.45-6.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.136-41.
Text of song:
Merlin waves his Wand; the Scene changes, and discovers the British Ocean in a Storm. AEolus in a Cloud above: Four Winds hanging,&c.
AEolus singing. Ye Blust'ring Brethren of the Skies,
Whose Breath has ruffl'd all the Watry Plain,
Retire, and let Britannia Rise,
In Triumph o'er the
Main.
Serene and Calm, and void of fear,
The Queen of Islands must appear:
Serene and Calm, as
when the Spring
The New-Created World began,
And Birds on Boughs did softly sing,
Their Peaceful Homage
paid to Man,
While Eurus did his Blasts forbear,
In favour of the Tender Year.
Retreat, Rude Winds,
Retreat,
To Hollow Rocks, your Stormy Seat;
There swell your Lungs, and vainly, vainly threat.
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First line: Round thy coasts fair nymph of Britain
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, p.46.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.146-8.
Text of song:
AEolus ascends, and the four Winds fly off. The Scene opens, and discovers a calm Sea, to the end of the House. An Island arises, to a soft Tune; Britannia seated in the Island, with Fishermen at her Feet, &c. The Tune changes; the Fishermen come ashore, and Dance a while; After which, Pan and a Nereide come on the Stage, and sing.
Pan and Neriede Sings.
Round thy Coasts,
Fair Nymph of Britain,
For thy Guard our Waters flow:
Proteus all his Herd admitting,
On thy Greens to
Graze below.
Foreign Lands thy Fishes Tasting,
Learn from thee Luxurious Fasting.
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First line: For folded flocks on fruitful plains
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, pp.46-7.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.222, n.1044. See also Works , pp.149-51.
Text of song:
Song of three Parts.
<1.>
For
Folded Flocks, on Fruitful Plains,
The Shepherds and
the Farmers Gains,
Fair Britain all the VVorld outvyes;
And Pan, as in Arcadia Reigns,
VVhere Pleasure
mixt with Profit lyes.
2.
Though
Jasons Office was Fam'd of old,
The British VVool
is growing Gold;
No Mines can more of VVealth supply:
It keeps the Peasant from the Cold,
And takes for
Kings the Tyrian Dye.
The last Stanza sung over again betwixt Pan and the Nereide. After which the former, Dance is varied, and goes on.
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First line: Your hay it is mow'd and your corn is reap'd
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, pp.47-8.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.399, n.4142. See also Works , pp.152-3.
Text of song:
Enter Comus with three Peasants, who sing the following Song in Parts.
Com. Your Hay it is Mow'd, & your Corn is Reap'd,
Your Burns will be full, and your Hovels heap'd:
Come, my Boys, come;
Come, my Boys, come;
And merrily Roar out Harvest Home;
Harvest Home,
Harvest Home;
And merrily Roar out Harvest Home.
Chorus. Come, my Boys, come, &c.
1
Man. VVe ha' cheated the Parson, we'll cheat him agen;
For why shou'd a Blockhead ha' One in Ten?
One in Ten,
One in Ten
For why shou'd
a Blockhead ha' One in Ten?
Chorus. One in Ten
One in Ten;
For why shou'd a Blockhead ha'
One in Ten?
2. For Prating so long like a Book-learn'd
Sot,
Till Pudding and Dumplin burn to Pot;
Burn to Pot,
Burn to Pot;
Till Pudding and
Dumplin burn to Pot.
Chorus. Burn to Pot, &c.
3. We'll toss off our Ale till we canno' stand,
And Hoigh for the Honour of Old England:
Old England,
Old England;
And Hoigh for the Honour of Old England.
Chorus. Old England, &c.
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First line: Fairest isle all isles excelling
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, p.48.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.216, n.940. See also Works , pp.154-5.
Text of song:
<1.>
Venus. Fairest Isle, all Isles Excelling,
Seat
of Pleasures, and of Loves;
Venus here, will chuse her
Dwelling,
And forsake her Cyprian Groves.
2.
Cupid, from his Fav'rite Nation,
Care and
Envy will Remove;
Jealousie, that poysons Passion,
And Despair that dies for Love.
3.
Gentle Murmurs, sweet Complaining,
Sighs that
blow the Fire of Love;
Soft Repulses, kind Disdaining,
Shall be all the Pains you prove.
4.
Every Swain shall pay his Duty,
Grateful every
Nymph shall prove;
And as these Excel in Beauty,
Those shall be Renown'd for Love.
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First line: You say 'tis love creates the pain
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, pp.49-50.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyrics: Mr. Howe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works, pp.156-60.
Text of song:
SONG by Mr. HOWE.
1.
She. You say,
'Tis Love Creates the Pain,
Of which so sadly you
Complain;
And yet wou'd fain Engage my Heart
In that uneasie cruel part:
But how, Alas! think
you, that I,
Can bear the Wound of which you die?
2.
He. 'Tis not my Passion makes
my Care,
But your Indiff'rence gives Despair:
The Lusty Sun begets no Spring,
Till Gentle Show'rs
Assistance bring:
So Love that Scorches, and Destroys,
Till Kindness Aids, can cause no Joys.
3.
She. Love has a Thousand Ways to please,
But
more to rob us of our Ease:
For Wakeful Nights, and Careful
Days,
Some Hours of Pleasure he repays;
But
Absence soon, or Jealous Fears,
O'erflow the Joys
with Floods of Tears.
4.
He.
By vain and senseless Forms betray'd,
Harmless Love's
th'Offender made;
While we no other Pains endure,
Than those, that we our selves procure:
But one
soft Moment makes Amends
For all the Torment that attends.
5.
Chorus of Both. Let us love, let
us love, and to Happiness haste;
Age and Wisdom come
too fast:
Youth for Loving was design'd.
He alone. I'll be constant, you be kind.
She alone.
You be constant, I'll be kind
Both. Heav'n can
give no greater Blessing
Than faithful Love, and kind
Possessing.
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First line: St. George the patron of our isle
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), 5.1, p.51.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See Works , pp.162-4.
Text of song:
(Honour sings.)
1.
St. George, the
Patron of our Isle,
A Soldier, and a Saint,
On that Auspicious Order smile,
Which Love and Arms will
plant.
2.
Our Natives not alone
appear
To Court this Martiall Prize;
But
Foreign Kings, Adopted here,
Their Crowns at Home despise.
3.
Our Soveraign High, in Aweful State,
His Honours shall bestow;
And see his Sceptr'd
Subjects wait
On his Commands below.
A full Chorus of the whole Song: After which the Grand Dance.
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First line: For love every creature is formed by his nature
Source Edition: King Arthur (1691), song not printed in play.
First performed: May or June 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:34
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.222, n.1046 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus (1698), pp.45-7 (UMI(2) 158:4) et al.
Text of song:
For Love ev'ry Creature is form'd
by his Nature:
No Joyes are above the pleasure of Love.
<NOTE: Song is ascribed to this play by Day and Murrie>.
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First line: What state of life can be so blest
Source Edition: Love Triumphant; or, Nature Will Prevail (1694), 3.1, pp.32-3.
First performed: Mid-January 1694 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:14
Author: John Dryden
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.372, n.3664 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Second Book (1694), p.31 (UMI(2) 1926:18) et alia.
Text of song:
Enter Alphonso, with Musick.
A Song is Sung: when it is beginning, Victoria Enters.
Song of Jealousie.
I.
What State
of Life can be so blest
As Love, that warms a Lover's
Breast?
Two Souls in one, the same desire
To grant the Bliss, and to require!
But if in Heav'n
a Hell we find,
'Tis all from thee,
O
Jealousie!
'Tis all from thee,
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie,
Thou Tyrant of the
Mind!
2.
All other ills, tho
sharp they prove,
Serve to refine, and perfect Love:
In absence, or unkind disdain,
Sweet Hope relieves
the Lover's pain:
But ah, no Cure but Death we find,
To set us free
From Jealousie:
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie,
Thou Tyrant of the
Mind.
3.
False, in thy Glass
all Objects are,
Some set too near, and some too far:
Thou art the Fire of endless Night,
The Fire that
burns, and gives no Light.
All Torments of the Damn'd
we find
In only thee
O Jealousie!
Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousie,
Thou Tyrant of the Mind!
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First line: How happy's the husband whose wife has been try'd
Source Edition: Love Triumphant; or, Nature Will Prevail (1694), 5.1, pp.72-3.
First performed: Mid-January 1694 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:14
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Lyrics: William Congreve
Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.244, n.1423 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Second Book (1694), pp.32-3 (UMI(2) 1926:18) et alia.
Text of song:
Carl. Hold a little; you may remember too, Madam Bride, that I promis'd you an Epithalamium: 'Twas meant a Satire; but Fortune has turn'd it to a Jest; I have giv'n it to the Musicians, and brought 'em along with me; strike up, Gentlemen.
[The Dance is first, then the Song, the last words of which are Sung while the Company is going out, and the Musick Plays before them.
Song: By Mr. Congreve.
1.
How Happy's the Husband, whose Wife has been try'd!
Not Damn'd to the Bed of an Ignorant Bride?
Secure of what's left, he ne're misses the rest,
But where there's enough, supposes a Feast;
So foreknowing
the Cheat,
He escapes the Deceit,
And in
spite of the Curse, resolves to be Blest.
2.
If Children are Blessings, his Comfort's the more,
Whose Spouse has been known to be Fruitful before;
And the Boy that she brings ready made to his Hand,
May
stand him instead, for an Heir to his Land,
Shou'd
his own prove a Sot,
When he's Lawfully Got,
As when e're 'tis so, if he don't, I'le be
hang'd.
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First line: Young I am and yet unskill'd
Source Edition: Love Triumphant; or, Nature Will Prevail (1694), lyrics appear at p.74 in 5.1 immediately following JDLT2, however the stage direction to that song suggests that this one does not follow it.
First performed: Mid-January 1694 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:14
Author: John Dryden
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: "a Girl"
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.398, n.4124 [Music] Motteux, Peter Anthony (ed.), Gentleman's Journal, January 1693/4, p.35 et al.
Text of song:
Song for a GIRL.
1.
Young I am,
and yet unskill'd
How to make a Lover yield:
How to keep, or how to gain,
When to Love; and
when to feign:
2.
Take me,
take me, some of you,
While I yet am Young and True;
E're I can my Soul disguise;
Heave my Breasts,
and roul my Eyes.
3.
Stay not
till I learn the way,
How to Lye, and to Betray:
He that has me first, is blest,
For I may deceive
the rest.
4.
Cou'd I find
a blooming Youth;
Full of Love, and full of Truth,
Brisk, and of a janty meen,
I shou'd long to
be Fifteen. [Exeunt Omnes.
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First line: Why should a foolish marriage vow
Source Edition: Marriage a la Mode (1671), 1.1, pp.1-2.
First performed: Late November/December 1671 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:12 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.387, n.3943 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.39 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.
Text of song:
Dor. Beliza, bring the Lute into this Arbor, the Walks are empty: I would try the Song the Princess Amalthea bad me learn. They go in, and sing.
1.
Why should a foolish Marriage Vow
Which long
ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When Passion is decay'd?
We lov'd, and we lov'd,
as long as we cou'd,
Till our love was lov'd
out in us both:
But our Marriage is dead, when the Pleasure
is fled:
'Twas Pleasure first made it an Oath.
2.
If I have Pleasures for a Friend,
And farther love in store,
What wrong has he whose
joys did end,
And who cou'd give no more?
'Tis a madness that he
Should be jealous
of me,
Or that I shou'd bar him of another:
For all we can gain,
Is to give our selves pain,
When neither can hinder the other.
Enter Palamede, in Riding Habit, and hears the Song, Re-enter Doralice and Beliza.
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First line: Whilst Alexis lay pressed
Source Edition: Marriage a la Mode (1671), 4.2, pp.57-8.
First performed: Late November/December 1671 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:12 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Nicholas Staggins ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.383, n.3871 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.27 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.
Text of song:
SONG.
1.
Whil'st Alexis lay prest
In her Arms he
lov'd best,
With his hands round her neck,
And his head on her breast,
He found the fierce
pleasure too hasty to stay,
And his soul in the tempest
just flying away.
2.
When Coelia
saw this,
With a sigh, and a kiss,
She cry'd,
Oh my dear, I am robb'd of my bliss;
'Tis unkind
to your Love, and unfaithfully done,
To leave me behind
you, and die all alone.
3.
The
Youth, though in haste,
And breathing his last,
In pity dy'd slowly, while she dy'd more fast;
Till at length she cry'd, Now, my dear, now let us go,
Now die, my Alexis, and I will die too.
4.
Thus intranc'd they did lie,
Till Alexis
did try
To recover new breath, that again he might die:
Then often they di'd; but the more they did so,
The Nymph di'd more quick, and the Shepherd more slow.
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First line: Ah qu'il fait beau dans ces boccages
Source Edition: Marriage a la Mode (1671), 5.1, pp.73-4.
First performed: Late November/December 1671 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:12 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pal.
Ah qu'il fait beau dans ces boccages; [Singing.
Ab
que le ciel donne un beau jour!
<spoken>
There I was with you, with a minouet.
Mel. Let me die now, but this singing is fine, and extremely French in him:[Laughs. But then, that he should use my own words, as it were in contempt of me, I cannot bear it. [Crying.
Pal. Ces beaux sejours, ces doux ramages--- [Singing.
Mel. Ces
beaux Sejours, ces doux ramages, [Singing after him.
Ces beaux sejours, nous invitent a l'amour! Let me die but he
sings en Cavalier, and so humours the Cadence. [Laughing.
Pal. Voy, ma Clymene, voy soubs ce chesne, [Singing again.
S'entrebaiser ces oiseaux amoreux! <spoken>
Let me die now, but that was fine. Ah, now, for three or four brisk
Frenchmen, to be put into Masquing habits, and to sing it on a Theatre,
how witty it would be! and then to dance helter skelter to a Chanson
aboire: toute la terre, toute la terre est a moy! what's matter
though it were made, and sung, two or three years ago in Cabarets,
how it would attract the admiration, especially of every one that's
an eveille!
Mel. Well; I begin to have a tender for you; but yet, upon condition, that---when we are marri'd, you--- [Pal. sings, while she speaks.
Phil. You must drown her voice: if she makes her French conditions, you are a slave for ever.
Mel. First, will you engage---that
Pal. Fa, la, la, la, &c. [Louder.
Mel. Will you hear the conditions?
Pal. No; I will hear no conditions! I am resolv'd to win you en Francois: to be very aiery, with abundance of noise, and no sense: Fa, la, la, la,&c.
Mel. Hold, hold: I am vanquish'd with your gayete d'esprit. I am yours, and will be yours, sans nulle reserve, ny condition: and let me die, if I do not think my self the happiest Nymph in Sicily---My dear French Dear, stay but a minuite, till I raccommode my self with the Princess; and then I am yours, jusq' a la mort. Allons donc---
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First line: Phoebus god belov'd by men
Source Edition: Oedipus (1678), 2.1, pp.21-2.
First performed: September 1678 (Danchin); mid-November to mid-December 1678 (Roper).
UMI(2) reel no.: 92:17 (1679)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tir. <...> Manto, my Daughter,
Thou hast a voice that might have sav'd the Bard
Of Thrace, and forc'd the raging Bacchanals,
With
lifted Prongs, to listen to thy airs:
O Charm this God,
this Fury in my bosom,
Lull him with tuneful notes, and
artful strings,
With pow'rful strains; Manto, my
lovely Child,
Sooth the unruly God-head to be mild.
SONG to Apollo.
Phoebus, God belov'd
by men;
At thy dawn, every Beast is rouz'd in his
Den;
At thy setting, all the Birds of thy absence complain,
And we dye, all dye till the morning comes again,
Phoebus, God belov'd by men!
Idol of the Eastern
Kings,
Awful as the God who flings
His Thunder
round, and the Lightning wings;
God of Songs, and Orphean
strings,
Who to this mortal bosom brings,
All harmonious heav'nly things!
Thy drouzie Prophet
to revive,
Ten thousand thousand forms before him drive;
With Chariots and Horses all o' fire awake him,
Convulsions, and Furies, and Prophesies shake him:
Let
him tell it in groans, tho' he bend with the load,
Tho' he burst with the weight of the terrible God.
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First line: Hear ye sullen pow'rs below
Source Edition: Oedipus (1678), 3.1, pp.38-40.
First performed: September 1678 (Danchin); mid-November to mid-December 1678 (Roper).
UMI(2) reel no.: 92:17 (1679)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tir. Am I but half obey'd: Infernal Gods,
Must you have Musick too? then tune your voices,
And
let 'em have such sounds as He'll ne're heard
Since Orpheus brib'd the Shades.
Musick first. Then Sing.
1 <Pr>. Hear, ye sullen
Pow'rs below:
Hear, ye taskers of the dead.
2 <Pr>. You that boiling Cauldrons blow,
You that scum the molten Lead.
3 <Pr>.
You that pinch with Red-hot Tongs;
1. You that drive
the trembling hosts
Of poor, poor Ghosts,
With your Sharpen'd Prongs;
2. You that thrust 'em
off the Brim.
3. You that plunge 'em when they Swim:
1. Till they drown;
Till they go
On
a row
Down, down, down
Ten thousand thousand,
thousand fadoms low.
Chorus. Till they drown, &c.
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First line: Music for a while [Shall all you cares beguile]
Source Edition: Oedipus (1678), 3.1, p.39
First performed: September 1678 (Danchin); mid-November to mid-December 1678 (Roper).
UMI(2) reel no.: 92:17 (1679)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.289, n.2224 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus...Second Book (1702), pp.126-7 (CT(1) 5662:10) et al.
Text of song:
1 <Pr>. Musick for a while
Shall your cares beguile:
Wondring how your pains
were eas'd.
2 <Pr>. And disdaining
to be pleas'd;
3 <Pr>. Till Alecto
free the dead
From their eternal bands;
Till
the snakes drop from her head,
And whip from out her
hands.
1. Come away
Do not stay,
But obey
While we play,
For Hell's broke
up, and Ghosts have holy-day.
Chorus. Come away, &c.
[A flash of Lightning: the Stage is made bright; and the Ghosts
are seen passing betwixt the Trees.
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First line: Lajus Lajus Lajus hear hear hear
Source Edition: Oedipus (1678), 3.1, pp.39-40.
First performed: September 1678 (Danchin); mid-November to mid-December 1678 (Roper).
UMI(2) reel no.: 92:17 (1679)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1 <Pr>. Lajus! 2 <Pr>. Lajus!
3 <Pr>. Lajus!
1. Hear! 2. Hear! 3. Hear!
Tir. Hear and appear:
By the Fates that spun thy
thread;
Cho. Which are three,
Tir. By the
Furies fierce, and dread!
Cho. Which are three,
Tir. By the Judges of the dead!
Cho. Which are
three,
Three times three!
Tir. By Hells blew
flame:
By the Stygian Lake:
And by Demogorgon's
name,
At which Ghosts quake,
Hear and appear.
[The Ghost of Lajus rises arm'd in his Chariot, as he was
slain. And behind his Chariot, sit the three who were Murder'd
with him.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Ye mighty powers who rule the air
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 1.1, pp.3-4.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Carl. Hark! What enchanting Sound salutes my Ear?
Uran.
Ay, now the dangerous Conflict must begin
For in this
Moment Hell begins th'Attack,
For know thou hear'st
no Human Sounds, the skill
Of all that's exquisite
in mortal Man,
Could nere produce such Harmony, the Work
Of Spirits which Usurp th'ƒ€therial
Air,
Who formerly enjoy'd sublimer Stations,
And so Divinely touch'd Empyreall Lyres
As
pleas'd, ev'n him who turns th'harmonious Spheres,
And sweetly Tunes the Universe. But see
How yonder
Fabrick like a Meteor rises,
The Enchanted Palace rises to Musick.
Advancing thro' the Skies
its pompous Front,
To this Enchanting Symphony.
Carl. Hark! Voices in the Air.
A Song
by the Spirits in the Air.
Lofty Musick.
Ye
mighty Powers who Rule the Air,
Ye Gods who in the Ocean
dwell,
And ye who at the Center govern Hell,
Hither at great Armida's Call repair;
And while by
your Command these Tow'rs arise,
Till with unequal'd
Pomp and State,
Their soaring Heads salute the Skies,
Shew those above that Hell can too create.
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First line: Welcome to these lovely plains
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Spirits in the Shapes of Shepherds and Nymphs.
Shep. Welcome
to these Lovely Plains,
The happy Seats of Blissful Swains.
Nym. Welcome to these blissful Shades,
The soft
Retreats of Happy Maids.
Shep. Here we feel no want nor
Care,
And no inclemency of Air,
And Lovers
never here Despair.
Shep. Sorrow ever from us flies,
Pleasure revels in our Eyes.
If we pass an Hour
in Courting
'Tis for more Delicious sporting,
Never cruel Nymph denies.
Nym. If any thing like
Sorrow's seen
In our Voice, or in our Meen,
'Tis not Grief that gives the Anguish,
'Tis
with Pleasure that we languish;
And if ever Nymph denies,
'Tis like one in Love who's Wise;
'Tis
like one who would invite
To more delicate Delight,
'Tis with wishing, dying Eyes.
Cho. All about
us and above
Gaiety and Love inspires;
All
about us and above
Infuses Tenderness and Love,
And wanton fine Desires.
Shep. The Jolly Breeze,
That comes whistling through the Trees,
From all
the blissful Region brings
Perfumes upon its spicy Wings,
With its wanton motion curling.
The Crystal Rills,
Which down the Hills
Run o'er golden Gravel
purling.
Nym. All around Venereal Turtles
Cooing, Billing, on the Myrtles;
The more they shew their
Amorous trouble,
More fiercely dart their piercing Kisses,
And more eagerly redouble
The Raptures of their
murmuring Blisses.
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First line: Rinaldo [Look up behold the mournful shade]
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 2.1, pp.16-8.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Spirits or Dreams arise in the shapes of Bertoldo and Sophia, Parents to Rinaldo; and of some that Rinaldo had slain in Battel.
Bert. Rinaldo!
Soph. Rinaldo!
Bert.
Look up, Behold the Mournfull Shade
Of him who gave thee
Breath,
Who steps to see thee, while thou'rt laid
Upon the Confines here of Death;
T'inform thee
of thy future State,
And, e're yet it be too late,
To prevent thy wretched Fate.
Soph. Look
up my Son, Look up on me,
In me th'Aflicted Sophia
see.
Ah Son! not all the grinding throws,
With which, when thou wert born,
My Tortur'd Nerves
were torn,
Equall'd half the wracking woes,
Which now thy Mother undergoes,
Thou Darling of
my Soul, for thee.
Bert. Last night I cast a Look
Upon Fates dreadful Book,
And read a Lesson which
no Brain
That is Mortal can Sustain,
While
all my Soul with Horrour shook.
Soph. Oh! the
distraction of the sight
And Oh! the Torments of the
fright
I never, never shall forget that Night.
Bert. Rowze all thy Faculties my Son,
And to
my Fatal words give ear,
For know that they concern thee
near;
No longer let thy Fancy run
After that
Aiery Fantom Fame;
But Love Armida with a constant Flame:
Or Destiny decrees,
Thou shalt feel woes, which
but to hear
Would distract thy Soul with fear,
And all thy Blood with Horrour freeze,
Soph.
Ah! see around the Raving Hosts
Of purple Ghosts;
Whose Blood thou hast in Battle spilt,
With fearful
Guilt.
Who, unless aw'd by her Commanding Pow'r,
Would, ah, this Moment, tear thee and devour!
Bert.
How they advance with whirling Brands, Dance begins.
All flaming in their threatning Hands!
And as they go
their dreadful Round,
Revenge, Revenge Resound!
Chorus of Spirits. For Revenge, for Revenge, to Armida we
call,
That we terribly may on our Murderer fall;
That as now we with Sulphurous Torches surround him,
We with our Screams and our Scorpions may wound him;
And with astonishing Horrors confound him.
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First line: Rinaldo in the enchanted grove
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 2.1, p.21.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fame's Trumpet and Voices.
Rinaldo, in the Enchanted
Grove
Prepare to meet immortal Love;
Straight
to the Bow'r of Bliss repair,
Fortune and Fame attend
thee there.
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First line: Cupid come to the relief
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 3.1, pp.25-7.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Symphony of Flutes, Venus, Cupid, and a Chorus of Loves and Graces.
Ven. Cupid, come to the Relief
Of thy Mother's
piercing Grief;
Hither quickly, Cupid, fly;
With thee bring thy keenest Dart,
To subdue a Rebel Heart,
Thou art Scorn'd as well as I.
Ritornelle.
Cho. Come Cupid, on thy Golden Wing,
And in
thy sounding Quiver bring
Pernicious Arrows, wing'd
with Fire,
T'inflict incurable Desire.
Symphony.
Cupid flying down. Thus flying
thro' the Balmy Air,
To my great Parent I repair;
And tho' the World's maintain'd by me,
Yet, Mother, to attend on thee,
I leave the mighty Care.
Ven. A Mortal in this Fragrant Bow'r,
Presumes
that he's above our Pow'r.
Cup. I'll
make that Mortal know,
That none too Great for Love can
grow:
I tame the mighty Pow'rs above,
And cruel Gods below.
Ritornelle.
Great
Jove, whose Arms the Lightning fling,
Has felt my fierces
Fire,
And Hell's Inexorable King
Has
yielded to Desire.
Cho. Great Jove, whose Arms
the Lightning fling,
Has felt thy fiercer Fire, &c.
Cup. Now quickly thro' th'Enchanted Grove,
Let all my nimble Brethren Rove. Dance
Ven.
Let Earth, and Air, and Flood, and Fire,
And ev'ry
thing around conspire
To breath forth soft and sweet
Desire.
Cho. Let Earth, and Air, &c.
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First line: Ye spirits that dwell in earth fire and air
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 4.1, pp.36-7.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Thunder and Lightning; Spirit comes forward and sings.
Spir.
Ye Spirits that dwell in Earth, Fire, and Air,
Hither,
Hither, Hither, Hither, hurrying repair;
Behold your
great Mistress, Armida's betray'd,
Hither, hither,
hither, Hurry all to her Aid.
Cho. Lo, from Earth, from
Hell, and from Sky,
With Vengeance laden we fly.
Spir. Ye Fiends that are lurking in Graves,
Or gliding in Vaulted Caves,
All working amain in your
Holes,
Heave, Heave up the Crumbling Earth like Moles.
Till the Mountain shakes,
And the Rock its Basis
forsakes,
And the Heart of the Traytor quakes.
Cho. 'Tis done, see the Mountain shakes,
And
the Rock its Basis forsakes.
Spir. Ye Pow'rs
who govern the Air,
Let nought but Confusion be there;
Haste to send forth
The stormy North,
And unbind the Deep Mouth
Of the Blustring South:
Let them blow, let them blow, till with Fury they Roar,
And ambitious old Ocean disdains the Shore.
Chor.
Hark how they blow! Hark how they blow!
If they go on,
thro' the Void they will sweep
The Heav'ns, the
Earth, and the Deep,
And the World into Chaos will throw!
Spir. Now flying in Crowds,
Charge, Charge
all your Clouds,
Charge them all with Destructive Thunder,
Let it roar, till it rends the Vast all asunder.
Let the Lightning fearfully blaze,
Till Mortals who gaze,
Fall Dead at the terrible Wonder.
Cho. 'Tis
done, 'tis done, and we shake
At the dire Confusion
we make.
Spir. Ye Furies who Reign in Unquenchable
Fires,
To the sound of your Yells tune your Horrible
Lyres;
And give us that Musick by which you Redouble
The Horrors of Hell, and unspeakable Trouble.
Cho.
'Tis done.
Spir. Now add to the Symphony clinking
of Chains.
Cho. 'Tis done.
Spir. Add
the Howls of the Damn'd, in the height of their Pains;
Cho. 'Tis done.
Spir. Add their Scream and
their Roar, and their Serpentine Hiss;
Cho. 'Tis
done.
Spir. Let Lucifer's Thunder now answer to this,
And Bellow alternately thro' the Abyss.
Cho.
'Tis done, and 'tis past our pow'r to know,
Whither this be Chaos or no?
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First line: Ah queen ah wretched queen give o'er
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), 5.1, p.49.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Gouge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.167, n.77 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, January 1699, pp.14-5.
Text of song:
Spirit rises and Sings.
Spirit.
Ah Queen! ah wretched Queen give o're,
Cease, cease
with hopeless Fire to burn,
Ah cease his absence to deplore:
Who now, even now forsakes the Shoar,
And never,
never will return,
No never see thee more.
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First line: The jolly breeze that comes whistling through the trees
Source Edition: Rinaldo and Armida (1698), song not printed in the play.
First Performed: late November/early December 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 25:8 (1699)
Author: John Dennis
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Gouge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.270, n.1880 [Music] Blow, John, Twelve New Songs (1699), p.5 (UMI(2) 123:7) et al.
Text of song:
The Jolly
Breeze that comes whistling through the Trees,
From all
the blissful region brings Perfums upon its Spicy Wings.
With its wonton motion curling the crystal Rills,
Which
down the Hills run, o'er Golden gravel purling.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Secret Love, or The Maiden Queen (1667), 4.1, p.38.
First performed: Late February (Danchin), 2 March 1667 (H&S).
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:23 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Flor. But how came you hither; not that I care this,---but onely to be satisfied---
Sings.---
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First line: 'Tis Strephon calls what would my love
Source Edition: Secret Love, or The Maiden Queen (1667), 4.1, p.38.
First performed: Late February (Danchin), 2 March 1667 (H&S).
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:23 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Flor. Are these your Comerades?
[Sings.] 'Tis Strephon calls what would my love?
<spoken> Why do not you roar out like a great Bass-vyal, Come follow to the Myrtle-grove. Pray Sir, which of these fair Ladies is it, for whom you were to do the courtesie, for it were unconscionable to leave you to 'em both; What a man's but a man you know.
<NOTE: This line is the only lyric provided for this song; I suspect that "Come follow to the Myrtle-grove" is the second, but recited not sung>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Secret Love, or The Maiden Queen (1667), 4.1, p.42.
First performed: Late February (Danchin), 2 March 1667 (H&S).
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:23 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cel.
O ho, are they Gentlemen now with you!
Speak first to
your Gentlemen Souldiers to retire; and then
I'le
speak to my Gentlemen Ruffians.
[Cel. Signs to his party,]
There's your disciplin'd men now.---
They sing and the Souldiers retire on both sides.
Come Gentlemen, let's lose no time; while they are talking, let's have one merry mayn before we die---for Mortality sake.
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First line: I feed a flame within which so torments me
Source Edition: Secret Love, or The Maiden Queen (1667), 4.2, pp.45-6.
First performed: Late February (Danchin), 2 March 1667 (H&S).
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:23 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ast.
Shall I sing the Song you made of Philocles,
And call'd
it Secret-love.
Qu. Do, for that's all kindness:
and while thou sing'st it,
I can think nothing but
what pleases me.
Song.
I feed
a flame within which so torments me
That it both pains
my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing
smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die, then
once remove it.
Yet he for whom I grieve shall
never know it,
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes
show it:
Not a sigh nor a tear my pain discloses,
But they fall silently like dew on Roses.
Thus
to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the
sacrifice as 'tis the fuel:
And while I suffer this
to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he
deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight
me;
While I conceal my love, no frown can fright me:
To be more happy I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall
more low, mounting no higher.
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First line: Make ready fair lady tonight
Source Edition: Sir Martin Mar-all, or The Feigned Innocence (1667), 4.1, p.41.
First performed: 15 August 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 712:11 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Warn. Sir, I was only teaching my young Lady a new Song, and if you please you shall hear it.
SINGS.
Make
ready fair Lady to night,
And stand at the Door below,
For I will be there
To receive you with care.
And to your true Love you shall go.
Mood. Ods bobs this is very pretty.
Mill. I, so is the Lady's Answer too, if I could but hit on't.
SINGS.
And when the Stars twinckle so bright,
Then
down to the Door will I creep,
To my Love will I flye,
E're the jealous can spye,
And leave my old
daddy asleep.
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First line: Blind Love to this hour
Source Edition: Sir Martin Mar-all, or The Feigned Innocence (1667), 5.1, pp.54-6.
First performed: 15 August 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 712:11 (1668)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Rose. Dear Madam, peace; now for the Song.
The SONG.
Blind Love to this hour
Had never like me,
a Slave under his power.
Then blest be the Dart
That he threw at my heart,
For nothing can prove
A joy so great as to be wounded with love.
My
Days and my Nights
Are fill'd to the purpose with
sorrows and frights;
From my heart still I sigh
And my Eyes are ne'r dry,
So that Cupid be
prais'd,
I am to the top of Love's happiness
rais'd.
My Soul's all on fire.
So that I have the pleasure to dost and desire,
Such
a pretty soft pain
That it tickles each vein,
'Tis
the dream of a smart,
Which makes me breathe short when
it beats at my heart.
Sometimes in a Pet,
When I am despis'd, I my freedom would get;
But streight a sweet smile
Does my anger beguile,
And my heart does recall,
Then the more I do struggle,
the lower I fall.
Heaven does not impart
Such a grace as to love unto ev'ry ones heart;
For many may wish
To be wounded and miss:
Then blest be loves Fire,
And more blest her Eyes that
first taught me desire.
The Song being done...
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Assignation, or Love in a Nunnery (1672), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: November 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:5 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ben. to Cam. aside. My Master, Sir, may say his pleasure; I divert my self sometimes with hearing him: Alass, good Gentleman, 'tis not given to all persons to penetrate into Mens parts and qualities; but I look on you, Sir, as a man of judgment, and therefore you shall hear me play and sing.
He takes up the Guittar and begins.
Aur. Why, you invincible Sot you, will nothing mend you? Lay't down, or---
Ben. to Camillo. Do ye see, Sir, this Enemy to the Muses? he will not let me hold forth to you. [Layes down the Guittar. <speaks> O Envy, and Ignorance, Whither will you!---But, Gad, before I'll suffer my parts to be kept in obscurity...
Aur. <...> I think that was well kick'd.
Ben. And I think that was well Sung too.
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First line: For 'tis of a nature so subtil
Source Edition: The Assignation, or Love in a Nunnery (1672), 1.1, p.6.
First performed: November 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:5 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lau. No, Gentlewoman, but it shall not: are you fit at Fifteen to be trusted with a Maidenhead? 'Tis as much your betters can manage at full twenty.
For 'tis of a nature so subtil,
That, if 'tis not Luted with care
The Spirit
will work through the Bottel,
And vanish away into Ayr.
To keep it, there's nothing so hard is,
'Twill
go betwixt waking and sleeping,
The Simple too weak for
a guard is,
And no Wit would be plagu'd with the
keeping.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>
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First line: Eveillez vous belles endormies
Source Edition: The Assignation, or Love in a Nunnery (1672), 2.3, p.19.
First performed: November 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:5 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ben. Now, Benito, is the time to hold forth thy tallent, and to set up for thy self. Yes, Ladies, you shall be Serenaded, and when I have display'd my gifts, I'll retire in Triumph over the Wall, and hug my self for the adventure.[He fums on the Guittar.
Vio. Let us make haste, Sister, and get into Covert, this Musick will raise the House upon us immediately.
Lau. Alass, we cannot, the damn'd Musician stands just in the door where we should pass.
Ben. Singing. Eveillez vous,
Belles endormies;
Eveillez vous: car il est jour:
Mettez la tete a la fenestre
Vous entendrez parler
d'amour.
<NOTE: Singing continue until the end of the scene, including the following excerpts>.
[Sings.
But still between kissing Amintas
did say,
Fair Phillis look up, and you'll turn night
to day.
...Playes and Sings softly.
...Ben. Singing softly.
Mettez la tete: the Notes which follow are so sweet, Sir, I must sing 'em, though it be my ruin---Parler d' amour.
... [Sings as he goes off.
Vous entendrez parler d'amour.
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First line: Long betwixt love and fear Phillis tormented
Source Edition: The Assignation, or Love in a Nunnery (1672), 3.2, pp.32-3.
First performed: November 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:5 (1673)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.280, n.2057 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.59 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Duke. Stay, there's a Dance beginning, and she seems as if she wou'd make one.
SONG and DANCE.
Long betwixt Love and
fear Phillis tormented,
Shun'd her own wish yet at
last she consented:
But loath that day shou'd her
blushes discover,
Come gentle Night She said,
Come quickly to my aid,
And a poor Shamefac'd Maid
Hide from her Lover.
Now cold as Ice I am,
now hot as Fire,
I dare not tell my self my own desire;
But let Day fly away, and let Night hast her:
Grant
yee kind Powers above,
Slow houres to parting Love,
But when to Bliss we move,
Bid 'em fly faster.
How sweet it is to Love when I discover,
That
Fire which burns my Heart, warming my Lover;
'Tis
pitty Love so true should be mistaken:
But if this Night
he be
False or unkinde to me,
Let me dye
ere I see
That I'me forsaken.
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First line: Can life be a blessing
Source Edition: Troilus and Cressida, or The Truth Found Too Late (1679), 3.2, p.33.
First performed: April 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1440:18
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Thomas Farmer ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.189, n.469 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.3 (UMI(2) 286:13).
Text of song:
Pand. <...> Come towze rowze! in the name of love, strike up boys!
Musick. and then Song: during which Pandarus listens.
Song.
<1.>
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing
if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep
us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the
day,
Yet he sweetens he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
2.
In every possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In every possessing the fruit
of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate're they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
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First line: Ye goblins and fairies and satyrs and fawns
Source Edition: The Comical Gallant; or The Amours of Sir John Falstaffe (1702), 5.1, pp.42-3.
First Performed: May? 1702 (L.S.)--pub. 19 May
Author: John Dennis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Symphony.
Spirit. Ye Goblins and Fairies and Satyrs and Fawns,
That merrily Revel ore midnight Lawns.
Come away,
Come away,
And make no delay.
But our cheerful
Gamesom Summons obey,
Come away, Come away with your
frolicksom train,
And nimbly advance
In a
whimsical Dance,
And prettily trip it,
And
merrily skip it,
And wantanly leap it,
Over
the Skirts of the painted Plain,
For this is the Time,
for us Goblins to Reign.
Chor. See, see we advance
In a whimsical Dance,
And prettily trip it,
And prettily skip it,
And wantonly leap it,
Over the Skirts of the painted Plain,
For this
is the Time for us Goblins to Reign.
Spirit. Ye
Goblins and ev'ry Fairy Spright,
Come about, about,
about this unweildy Wight,
Who is a freakish frolicksom
Elf,
And a fantastick Goblin himself;
And
as round him you go
In a Jovial Row,
To be
reveng'd of his lustful Crime,
Merrily trowl out
a scornful Rhime,
And cuff him in Cadence, and kick him
in Time.
Chorus. See round him we go
In a Jovial Row,
And merrily trowling a scornful Rhime,
We cuff him in Cadence, and kick him in Time.
Ford. <speaks> Oh---Oh---Oh---
Spirit.
Now laugh at his Woe,
And as he cries Oh---
Reply with a He, Ho, Hi, Ho.
1 Chorus. Hi, Hi, Hi.
2 Chorus. Hi, Ho, Ho.
Ford. <speaks> Oh---Oh---Oh---
1 Chorus. Hi, Hi, Hi.
2 Chorus. Ho, Ho, Ho.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Duke of Guise (1682), 3.1, p.28.
First performed: 28 November 1682
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:1 (1683)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Marmoutiere Sits, Song and Dance.
Enter the King.
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First line: Malicorn ho [If the Guise resolves to go]
Source Edition: The Duke of Guise (1682), 3.1, p.32.
First performed: 28 November 1682 (H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:1 (1683)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.286, n.2164, but only referring to the lyrics of the song appearing in the first quarto
Text of song:
Spirit within Sings.
Malicorn,
Malicorn, Malicorn, ho!
If the Guise resolves to go,
I charge, I warn thee let him know,
Perhaps his
head may lye too low.
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First line: Tell me Thirsis tell your anguish
Source Edition: The Duke of Guise (1683), 5.1, p.65, score and lyrics are appended at the end of the first quarto.
First performed: 28 November 1682 (H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:1 (1683)
Author: John Dryden and Nathaniel Lee
Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.343, n.3172 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fourth Book (1683), pp.80-1 (UMI(2) 286:14) et alia.
Text of song:
Mal. <...>
I want a Song
To rouze me, my blood freezes: Musick there?
After a Song and Dance, loud knocking at the door <...>
A Song in the Fifth ACT of the Duke of GUISE.
Shepherdess. Tell me Thirsis, tell your Anguish,
Why you Sigh, and why you Languish;
When the Nymph whom
you Adore,
Grants the Blessing of Possessing,
What can Love and I do more?
Shepherd. Think it's
Love beyond all measure,
Makes me faint away with Pleasure;
Strength of Cordial may destroy,
And the Blessing
of Possessing
Kills me with excess of Joy.
Shepherdess. Thirsis, how can I believe you?
But confess, and I'le forgive you;
Men are false,
and so are you;
Never Nature fram'd a Creature
To enjoy, and yet be true;
Shepherd. Mine's
a Flame beyond expiring,
Still possessing, still desiring,
Fit for Love's Imperial Crown;
Ever shining,
and refining,
Still the more 'tis melted down.
Chorus together. Mine's a Flame beyond expiring,
Still possessing, still desiring,
Fit for Love's
Imperial Crown;
Ever shining, and refining,
Still the more 'tis melted down.
Enter Servant.
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First line: Help ye pow'rs divine
Source Edition: The Husband His Own Cuckold (1696), 1.1, p.9.
First performed: June (?) 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:17
Author: John Dryden, Jr.
Composer: John Eccles
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared in broadside. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
L. Cros. I am all confusion, prithee call 'em to Sing the Song I love.
SONG.
Help,
help, ye Pow'rs Divine,
For sure from you this Lightning
came,
That from his Eyes shot through mine,
Down to my Heart a subtile shame.
I try to get
free, but always in vain,
For as fast as I try, I fly
with my pain.
There's nothing my Love and my Life
can divide,
For equally both to my Heart strings are
ty'd.
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First line: Why so coy and so strange
Source Edition: The Husband His Own Cuckold (1696), 5.1, p.56.
First performed: June (?) 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:17
Author: John Dryden, Jr.
Composer: John Eccles
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared as a broadside. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
DIALOGUE.
He. Why so Coy, and so Strange?
Does your Kindness decline?
Your Love find a Change,
Or do you doubt mine?
She. When inconstant
Men grow,
We can quickly discern,
And our
Sex you well know,
Are apt Scholars to Learn.
I watch'd how your Eyes on Phillis were glancing,
Crown'd with a Garland of Roses for Dancing:
When the Pedlar came, you gace her a Lace,
And a fine
gaudy string for her Needle-Case.
He. You remember
it may be,
When you were May-Lady,
The nimble
Thyrsis so Caper'd and Chanted,
You gave him a Ribband
so long that it flaunted
And wav'd in the air; when
the brisk youth then try'd
For a Kiss, you simper'd,
and faintly deny'd;
And blushing; you only cry'd
fie, forbear,
You're such another; nay, pish, I swear
There was ne'er in the World such rudeness as this;
Yet gently contriv'd he should ravish a Kiss.
He. Now prithee let's leave this impertinent struggle,
She. For Men will be false,
He. And Women will
juggle.
Both. Then let us be easie by freedom hereafter,
For Jealousie never yet mended the Master.
He.
What's past, we'll forget,
She. What's to
come, ne'er enquire,
Both. But take surest Advice
of present Desire.
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First line: I look'd and saw within the book of fate
Source Edition: The Indian Emperor, or The Conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards (1665), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: c.April (H&S), "Spring" (Danchin) 1665
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:13 (1667)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.251, n.1550 [Music] Henry Playford, The Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book, 1692, pp.14-5 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.
Text of song:
Kalib ascends all in White in the shape of a Woman and Sings.
Kalib. I look'd
and saw within the Book of Fate,
Where many days did
lower,
When lo one happy hour
Leapt up, and
smil'd to save thy sinking State;
A day shall come
when in thy power
Thy cruel Foes shall be;
Then shall thy Land be free,
And thou in Peace shall
Raign:
But take, O take that opportunity,
Which once refus'd will never come again.
Descends.
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First line: Ah fading joy how quickly art thou past
Source Edition: The Indian Emperor, or The Conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards (1665), 4.3, p.45.
First performed: c.April (H&S), "Spring" (Danchin) 1665
UMI(2) reel no.: 489:13 (1667)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Pelham Humphrey ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p/165, n.45 [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres, songs and dialogues...Second edition, 1675, pp.70-1 (UMI(2) 286:16) et alia.
Text of song:
A pleasant Grotto discover'd...and by them many Indian Women, one of which Sings the following Song.
SONG.
Ah
fading joy, how quickly art thou past?
Yet we thy ruine
haste:
As if the cares of Humane Life were few
We seek out new:
And follow Fate that does too
fast pursue.
See how on every bough the Birds
express
In their sweet notes their happiness.
They all enjoy, and nothing spare;
But on their Mother
Nature lay their care:
Why then should Man, the Lord
of all below
Such troubles chuse to know
As none of all his Subjects undergo?
Hark, hark,
the Waters fall, fall, fall;
And with a Murmuring sound
Dash, dash, upon the ground,
To gentle slumbers
call.
After the Song two Spaniards arise and Dance...
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First line: 'Gainst keepers we petition
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG.
I.
'Gainst Keepers
we petition,
Who wou'd inclose the Common:
'Tis enough to raise Sedition
In the free-born
subject Woman.
Because for his gold
I my
body have sold,
He thinks I'm a Slave for my life;
He rants, domineers,
He swaggers and swears,
And wou'd keep me as bare as his Wife.
2.
'Gainst Keepers we petition, &c.
'Tis
honest and fair,
That a Feast I prepare;
But when his dull appetite's o're,
I'le treat
with the rest
Some welcomer Ghest,
For the
Reck'ning was paid me before.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 1.1, p.11.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lim. Is this the Seignior? I warrant you, 'tis he the Lampoon was made on.
[Sings the Tune of Seignior, and ends with Ho, ho.
<Possibly an allusion to the court lampoon `Seigneur Dildoe', sometimes attributed to Rochester.>
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First line: I my own jailer was my only foe
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Limb. Singing.
I my own Jaylour was; my only Foe,
VVho did my liberty forego;
I was a Pris'ner,
cause I wou'd be so.
Aldo. Why, look you now, Son Limberham, is this a Song to be sung at such a time, when I am labouring your reconcilement? Come Daughter Tricksy, you must be rul'd; I'll be the Peace-maker.
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First line: By a dismal cypress lying
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 3.1, p.24.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. Brain. Come, your works, your works; they shall have the approbation of Mrs. Pleasance.
Trick. No more Apologies: give Judith the words; she sings at sight.
Jud. I'll try my skill.
A SONG from the ITALIAN.
By a dismal Cypress lying,
Damon cry'd,
all pale and dying,
Kind is Death that ends my pain,
But cruel She I lov'd in vain.
The Mossy Fountains
Murmure my trouble,
And hollow Mountains
My groans redouble:
Every Nymph mourns me,
Thus while I languish;
She only scorns me,
Who caus'd my anguish.
No Love returning me,
but all hope denying;
By a dismal Cypress lying,
Like a Swan, so sung he dying:
Kind is Death that
ends my pain,
But cruel She I lov'd in vain.
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First line: My Phillis is charming
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 3.1, p.31.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Brain. Nay, thanks to my Genius, that care's over: you shall see, you shall see. But first the Air.--- (Sings.) Is't not very fine? Ha, Messeurs!
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>
Brain. Gad, I think so, without vanity. Battist and I have but one Soul. But the close, the close! (Sings it thrice over.) I have words too upon the Air <...>
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>
Brain. I have no voice; but, since this Gentleman commands
me, let the words
commend themselves. [Sings.
My Phillis is Charming---
Lim. But why, of all Names, wou'd you chuse a Phillis? There have been so many Phillis's in Songs, I thought there had not been another left, for Love or Money.
Brain. If a man shou'd listen to a Fop!
(Sings.) My Phillis---
Aldo. Before George, I am on t'other side: I think, as good no Song, as no Phillis.
Brain. Yet again!---My Phillis---(Sings.)
Lim. Pray, for my sake, let it be your Cloris.
Brain. (Looking scornfully at him.) My Phillis---(Sings.)
Lim. You had as good call her your Succuba.
Brain. Morbleau! will you not give me leave? I am full of Phillis. (Sings.) My Phillis---
Lim. Nay, I confess, Phillis is a very pretty name.
Brain. Diable! Now I will not sing, to spight you. By the World, you are not worthy of it. Well, I have a Gentleman's Fortune, I have courage, and make no inconsiderable Figure in the World: yet I wou'd quit my pretensions to all these, rather than not be Author of this Sonnet, which your rudeness has irrevocably lost.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Kind Keeper, or Mr Limberham (1678), 5.1, p.52.
First performed: 11 March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 208:25 (1680)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Jud. And, to make all sure, I am order'd to be from home. When I come back again, I shall knock at your door, with speak Brother, speak; is the deed done?[Singing.
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First line: Hark my Damilcar we are call'd below
Source Edition: Tyrannick Love, or The Royal Martyr (1669), 4.1, pp.30-1.
First performed: 24 June 1669 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:15 (1670)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Bowman and Mrs. Ayliff
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.234, n.1261. [Music] Henry Playford, Deliciae Musicae, 1695, pp.16-23 (UMI(2) 2094:9) et.al.
Text of song:
Nakar and Damilcar descend in Clouds, and sing.
Nakar. Hark, my Damilcar, we are call'd
below!
Dam. Let us go, let us go!
Go to relieve
the care
Of longing Lovers in despair!
Nakar.
Merry, merry, merry, we sail from the East
Half tippled
at a Rain-bow Feast.
Dam. In the bright Moon-shine while
winds whistle loud,
Tivy, tivy, tivy, we mount and we
fly,
All racking along in a downy white Cloud:
And lest our leap from the Skie should prove too far,
We slide on the back of a new-falling Star.
Nakar.
And drop from above,
In a Gelly of Love!
Dam. But now the Sun's down, and the Element's red,
The Spirits of Fire against us make head!
Nakar.
They muster, they muster, like Gnats in the Air:
Alas!
I must leave thee, my Fair;
And to my light Horse-men
repair.
Dam. O stay, for you need not to fear 'em
to night;
The wind is for us, and blows full in their
sight:
And o're the wide Ocean we fight!
Like leaves in the Autumn our Foes will fall down;
And
hiss in the Water---
Both. And hiss in the Water and
drown!
Nakar. But their men lye securely intrench'd
in a Cloud:
And a Trumpeter-Hornet to battel sounds loud.
Dam. Now Mortals that spie
How we tilt in the Skie
With wonder will gaze;
And fear such events as
will ne're come to pass!
Nakar. Stay you to perform
what the man will have done.
Dam. Then call me again
when the Battel is won.
Both. So ready and quick is a
Spirit of Air
To pity the Lover, and succour the fair,
That, silent and swift, the little soft God
Is
here with a wish, and is gone with a nod.
The Clouds part, Nakar flies up, and Damilcar down.
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First line: You pleasing dreams of love and sweet delight
Source Edition: Tyrannic Love, or The Royal Martyr (1669), 4.1, p.32.
First performed: 24 June 1669 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:15 (1670)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Damilcar stamps, and the Bed arises with S. Catherine in it.
Dam.
singing. You pleasing dreams of Love and sweet delight,
Appear before this slumbring Virgins sight:
Soft visions
set her free
From mournful piety.
Let her
sad thoughts from Heav'n retire;
And let the Melancholy
Love
Of those remoter joys above
Give place
to your more sprightly fire.
Let purling streams be in
her fancy seen;
And flowry Meads, and Vales of chearful
green:
And in the midst of deathless Groves
Soft sighing wishes ly,
And smiling hopes fast by,
And just beyond e'm ever laughing Loves.
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First line: Ah <how> sweet it is to love
Source Edition: Tyrannic Love, or The Royal Martyr (1669), 4.1, pp.32-3.
First performed: 24 June 1669 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:15 (1670)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.131 [Music] Henry Purcell, Orpheus Britannicus, 1696, p.3 (UMI(2) 158:4) and others.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows imnmediately after JDTL2 >.
SONG.
<Dam.>
Ah sweet it is to love,
Ah how gay is young desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first
approach Loves fire!
Pains of Love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Sighs which
are from Lovers blown,
Do but gently heave the Heart:
Ev'n the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling
Balm their smart.
Lovers when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easie death.
Love and Time
with reverence use,
Treat 'em like a parting friend:
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere
they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.
Love, like Spring-tides
full and high,
Swells in every youthful vein:
But each Tide does less supply,
Till they quite shrink
in again:
If a flow in Age appear,
'Tis
but rain, and runs not clear.
At the end of the Song a Dance of Spirits...
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First line: Descend descend almighty maid
Source Edition: The Late Revolution; or, The Happy Change (1690), 1.1, pp.1-2.
First performed: 1690 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 461:31
Author: John Dauncey (according to WING--anonymous in H&S)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Scene opens...Priests, with several Choristers, who sing this Hymn,(containing some of their most noted Blasphemies) to the Image of the Virgin.
Descend,
descend Almighty Maid
And bring thy Humble Suppliants
Aid.
Let all the kind Saints to help us run,
And with 'em all Command thy Son!
O bathe us in the
precious Flood
Of thy dear Milk, and his dear Blood.
All Power, all Blessings shine in thee
Bright Supplement
o'th'Trinity!
We thy Maternity adore,
More than all the rest before,
By all thy Love, with
all thy Powers
Confound the Churches Foes and ours!
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First line: Glory of the saints above
Source Edition: The Late Revolution; or, The Happy Change (1690), 3.1, p.35.
First performed: 1690 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 461:31
Author: John Dauncey (according to WING--anonymous in H&S)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hymn to Ignatius.
Glory of the Saints above,
The Sons delight,
the Mothers love,
Whom the Seraphs kneel before,
And, as well as we, adore.
Thus we sing, and thus
we pay
All the Thanks of this glad Day.
'Tis,
to thee alone we owe
Triumphs o're the conquer'd
Foe;
All their threatening Forces broke,
Conquer'd all without a stroke.
Heav'n stood
still, and seem'd to nod,
Thou alone our Saint, our
God.
Say, what Offerings thou'lt receive
Till we the Hereticks Blood can give!
Take the
best that we can bring!
Take the Off-spring of a King!
In thy Name we'll him Baptize,
He thy living
Sacrifice.
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First line: Gentle spirits the defence
Source Edition: The Late Revolution; or, The Happy Change (1690), 4.[7], p.52.
First performed: 1690 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 461:31
Author: John Dauncey (according to WING--anonymous in H&S)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG, by one of her Ladies.
Gentle Spirits, the Defence
Of fair Virtue
and Innocence,
Here let nothing ill presume,
Set your Guards around the Room;
Let no boding Dreams
affright,
No Illusions of the Night;
Walk
your Rounds, and hence repell
Fiends of Earth, and Fiends
of Hell,
Till the Morning Purple Dawn,
Till
the Light's fair Curtain drawn,
You no more from
Bliss debarr'd,
Brother Angels mount the Guard.
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First line: Poor honest fool I wonder what I meant
Source Edition: The Mall, or The Modish Lovers (1674), 2.3, p.30.
First performed: January 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:2
Author: John Dover
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mr. Easy. Come, come, Grace, Wife, Betty, Peg, where be all these Girls, there is such tricking, such licking, patching, and sinifying, that 'tis a shame to see't, and tedious to attend it, but to entertain you, we'l have a Song.
Sir Ralph. With all my heart Uncle.
A Song.
Poor
honest Fool, I wonder what I meant?
When in the Marriage
Circle, first I went.
What Magick's in that Name?
What pow'rful conjuration, can there be,
Or
where's that too, too happy she,
That can allay Love---when
'tis Legion.
Yet for a quiet Life I've
often dy'd,
But oft my Wife has Murdered me beside:
So slyly too, she did the deed,
That at my Murderers
sight, I cou'd not bleed:
Though a Phillis new inspires,
At once Life, and whole troops of fresh desires.
And yet shou'd I be constant still---I will,
Yes like a Rock, and like that too, Ile take
Each Wave
that near me breaks:
And ravish't gently, for her
cruel sake:
There Ile drink, and quaff, and ryot:
They're sickly Souls that keep more constant dyet.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Mistaken Husband (1674), 2.1, p.27.
First performed: March 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 937:31
Author: John Dryden and others (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Dance and Song concludes the Act. Mrs. Manley, Isbel, and another Maid in the Dance.
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First line: Nymph why so coy you hope in vain
Source Edition: The Roman Generals, or The Distressed Ladies (1667), 1.[3], pp.7-8.
First performed: 1667-8? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 141:6
Author: John Dover
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[The Scene is an Italian Plain,]
Where an Augure is discover'd as amongst Sheep. A Nymph passeth by scornfully, He Sings.
THE SONG,
Augure. Nymph
why so coy? you hope in vain,
To cool my Bosom with disdain.
Scorn can no more my heat asswage,
Then Payls of
Oyle a fire's Rage.
If you would quench my hot desire,
Contribute fuell to the fire,
For nought my Breast
can satisfie,
Unless You burn, as well as I.
The Nymph Answers,
Nymph. I'le never
burn in flames again,
But pay your falshood with disdain.
If Scorn cannot assuage your heat,
Nor make you
from my Love retreat.
My absence shall put out the fire,
When it wants fuell 'twill expire.
I will remove
the scornfull guest,
And thus I'le satisfie your
Breast.
The Augure Answers,
Augure.
If that your Rebel thoughts foreknew,
Or thought your
Absence could subdue
My Love. You then would use that
Art,
To make a Conquest of my heart.
But
you a Conquest hope in vain,
Whil'st you the Fortress
do maintain,
I'le never raise the Siege, but sware,
To make an everlasting War.
The Nymph Answers.
Nymph. When I beleaguer'd you with Love,
You in the Siege did constant prove.
And seem'd as
much to scorn the Foe,
As now, your falshood, makes me
do.
From your Example I am grown,
So wise
as to maintain my own,
With useless Troops of Words be
gone,
Invade not my Dominion. [Exit Nymp.
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First line: We dance an antic round
Source Edition: The Roman Generals, or The Distressed Ladies (1667), 1.[3], p.9.
First performed: 1667-8? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 141:6
Author: John Dover
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Augure sits down, the Faeries daunce an Antick Measure round him, singing as they daunce.
Faeries sing and daunce.
We daunce an Antick Round,
Blew Rings on the
Ground,
Shall alwayes be found,
Where we
keep Rendezvous.
We love the kind Swains,
Who delight on the Plains,
At night comes their gains,
When we think on their Shoes.
Pinch the
next, pinch him round,
Untill there be found,
Like the stains on our ground,
Blew spots in his Arms.
Wee'l daunce and Wee'l sing,
Whil'st
we alwayes do bring,
In our fingers our Sting,
And rejoyce at his Harms. [Exeunt.
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First line: Thou god of love whose quivers hold
Source Edition: The Roman Generals, or The Distressed Ladies (1667), 2.1, p.15.
First performed: 1667-8? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 141:6
Author: John Dover
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Musick and Voices.
THE SONG.
Thou
God of Love, whose Quivers hold
Shaftes of Heat, and
shafts of Cold.
When hot we do Love's flame indure,
When cold they do disdain procure.
Whose points
are sharp and strong enough,
To pierce through Maile
or coats of Buff.
Which can from hearts of flint strike
fire,
To catch the tinder of Desire.
Then
dive the Seas, and there create,
In Neptune flame, in
Fishes heat.
Then mount the Skies, and with new fire,
Snatcht from the Sphears the Gods inspire.
That
Jove himself becomes the prize,
Being shot with darts
from Danaes Eyes.
Such power has the God of Love,
He Empires greater rules then Jove.
Though the
cold Zone should gird with Art,
Or ribs of Ice immure
a heart,
Yet ribs of Ice would thaw with Love,
And the cold Zone would torrid prove.
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First line: Come Hymen come 'tis thou alone
Source Edition: The Roman Generals, or The Distressed Ladies (1667), 5.1, pp.45-6.
First performed: 1667-8? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 141:6
Author: John Dover
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[The Musick Playes within.]
Enter the Lady Singing [Selania Admires.
THE SONG.
Come
hymen, come, 'tis Thou alone,
Of these two lovers
can'st make one.
Who one in heart already be,
As when two flames unite we see.
thou lazy
God make haste away,
And do not thus consume the day,
Which is beholding for supplyes,
To the bright
Planets of her Eyes.
Astragia advances with a Garland on her head and a Torch in her hand, as Hymen.
Hymen make haste prepare the Church,
And do
not stay to light thy Torch.
Make ready the Solemnities,
And Light thy Taper at her Eyes.
Uxama advances, to whom Orange bows, and Uxama looks earnestly upon him.
The Turtles on the Altars mourn,
Hymen make
haste, or I'le be sworn,
Thou never shalt be thought
Divine,
Wee'l only Worship at her Shrine.
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First line: Morpheus the humble god that dwells
Source Edition: The Sophy (1641), 5.1, p.83.
First performed: revived 12 January 1670 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1381:17
Author: Sir John Denham
Composer: 1. Henry Bowman ( nwc); 2. John Blow ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.289, n.2217 [Music] Henry Bowman, Songs, 1677, pp.11-2 (UMI(2) 1544:12); John Blow, Amphion Anglicus, 1700, pp.58-61 (UMI(2) 123:5).
Text of song:
Enter Musick.
<Music.> Morpheus the humble
God, that dwells
In Cottages and Smoakie Cells,
Hates gilded roofs and beds of downe;
And though
he fears no Princes frown,
Flies from the circle of a
Crown.
Come, I say, thou powerful God,
And thy Leaden charming Rod,
Dipt in the Lethaean Lake,
O're his wakeful temples shake,
Lest he should
sleep and never wake.
Nature (alas) why art thou
so
Obliged to thy greatest Foe?
Sleep that
is thy best repast,
Yet of death it bears a taste,
And both are the same thing at last.
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First line: Look down ye bless'd above look down
Source Edition: The Spanish Fryar, or The Double Discovery (1681), 1.1, p.4.
First performed: 1 November 1680 (Lion)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:3 (1681)
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Procession of Priests and Choristers in white, with Tapers, follow'd by the Queen and Ladies, goes over the Stage: the Choristers singing.
Look down, ye bless'd above, look down,
Behold our weeping Matron's Tears,
Behold our tender
Virgins Fears,
And with success our Armies crown.
Look down, ye bless'd above, look down:
Oh! save us, save us, and our State restore;
For Pitty,
Pitty, Pitty, we implore;
For Pitty, Pitty, Pitty, we
implore.
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First line: Farewell ungrateful traitor
Source Edition: The Spanish Fryar, or The Double Discovery (1681), 5.1, pp.66-7.
First performed: 1 November 1680 (Lion)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:3 (1681)
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.218, n.974 [Music] Wit and Mirth, Volume Four (1709), pp.122-3 (CT(1) 8822:04) et al.
Text of song:
Queen. <...> To sooth my sadness
Sing me the Song which poor Olympia made
When false Bireno
left her.---
A SONG.
I.
<Ter.> Farwell ungratefull Traytor,
Farwell my perjur'd Swain,
Let never injur'd
Creature
Believe a Man again.
The Pleasure
of Possessing
Surpasses all Expressing,
But
'tis too short a Blessing,
And Love too long a Pain.
II.
'Tis easie to deceive us
In pity of your Pain,
But when we love you leave
us
To rail at you in vain:
Before we have
descry'd it
There is no Bliss beside it,
But she that once has try'd it
Will never love again.
III.
The Passion you pretended
Was onely to obtain,
But when the Charm is ended
The Charmer you disdain.
Your Love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our Treasure,
But Dying is a
Pleasure,
When Living is a Pain.
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First line: Why was not wit with beauty join'd
Source Edition: The Sham Lawyer; or, The Lucky Extravagant (1697), 2.1, p.18.
First Performed: 31 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 181:15
Author: Dr. James Drake
Lyrics: "a Lady"
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG by a Lady.
Why was not Wit with
Beauty joyn'd?
I hate a Face without a Mind.
If e're I to that Sex submit,
'Twill be
to Cloe's powerful Wit.
For Coelia, tho' divinely
fair,
Art may improve, or Age impair.
When
Wit alone, my Passion moves!
The only thing which Time
improves.
The God with Wit must tip his dart,
And pierce my Ear, to wound my Heart.
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First line: Though to sots all the day
Source Edition: The Sham Lawyer; or, The Lucky Extravagant (1697), 3.1, pp.34-5.
First Performed: 31 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 181:15
Author: Dr. James Drake
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Both. It shall be done; come let's ha' the old Song, and then let's away, and dust it about.
A SONG.
Tho' to Sots all the Day
We cant, and we pray,
And preach up Mortification,
We reserve the Delight
Of the Bottle for Night,
And there we find Revelation.
Let Fools, that believe,
Sull Morals receive,
And lavish their precious
time so;
Wine alone can inspire
Coelestial
Fire,
And the Bottle is Jure Divino.
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First line: In vain Melissa we defend
Source Edition: The Sham Lawyer; or, The Lucky Extravagant (1697), 4.1, pp.35-6.
First Performed: 31 May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 181:15
Author: Dr. James Drake
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG.
In vain Melissa we defend
Our selves against your conqu'ring Eyes;
Since
each melodious Breath you send,
Does thro' our Ears
our Hearts surprize.
In you Love all his Darts
employs,
The secret Sparks, your Eyes inspire,
The charming Accents of their Voice,
Blow up into
a raging Fire.
Thus, while our Eyes and Ears are
charm'd
by either Sense we are betray'd;
For, all Attempts thus doubly arm'd,
The Conquest's
sure when you invade.
So Mariners their Ruin view,
When two fierce Elements conspire;
And while the
eager Flames pursue,
In Crowds they drown, to shun the
Fire.
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First line: Chronos mend thy pace
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.47.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Freeman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.195, n.566 [Music] Mercurius Music, May 1700, pp.31-2.
Text of song:
Janus. Chronos, Chronos, mend thy Pace,
An hundred times the rowling Sun
Around the Radiant
Belt has run
In his revolving Race.
Behold,
behold, the Goal in sight,
Spread thy Fans, and wing
thy flight.
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First line: Weary of my weight [Let me drop my freight]
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.48.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Enter Chronos, with a Scythe in his hand, and a great Globe on his Back, which he sets down at his entrance.
Chronos.
Weary, weary of my weight,
Let me, let me drop my Freight,
And leave the World behind.
I could not bear
Another Year
The Load of Human-kind.
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First line: Ha well hast thou done [To lay down thy pack]
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), pp.48-9.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Daniel Purcell
Performer/s: Mr. Pate
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.232, n.1215 [Music] A Collection of New Songs (1700), no.2 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
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Enter Momus Laughing.
Momus.
Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha! well hast thou done,
To lay down
thy Pack,
And lighten thy Back,
The World
was a Fool, e'er since it begun,
And since neither
Janus, nor Chronus, nor I,
Can hinder the Crimes,
Or mend the Bad Times,
'Tis better to Laugh
than to Cry.
Co. of all 3. 'Tis better to Laugh than
to Cry.
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First line: Since Momus comes to laugh below
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.49.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Daniel Purcell
Performer/s: Mr. Freeman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.331, n.2948 [Music] A Collection of New Songs (1700), no.3 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
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Janus. Since Momus comes to laugh
below,
Old Time begin the Show,
That he may
see, in every Scene,
What Changes in this Age have been,
Chronos. Then Goddess of the Silver Bow begin.
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First line: With horns and with hounds I waken the day
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), pp.49-50.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Daniel Purcell
Performer/s: Mrs. Irwin
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.390, n.3994 [Music] A Collection of New Songs (1700), no.4 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
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Horns, or Hunting-Musique within. Enter Diana.
Diana. With Horns and with Hounds
I waken the Day.
And hye to my Woodland walks away;
I tuck up my Robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And
tye to my Forehead a wexing Moon.
I course the fleet
Stagg, unkennel the Fox,
And chase the wild Goats or'e
summets of Rocks,
With shouting and hooting we pierce
thro' the Sky;
And Eccho turns Hunter, and doubles
the Cry.
Cho. of all. With shouting and hooting, we pierce
through the Skie,
And Eccho turns Hunter, and doubles
the Cry.
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First line: Then our age was in it's prime
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.50.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Presumably set by Daniel Purcell, but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
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Janus. Then our
Age was in it's Prime,
Chronos. Free from Rage.
Diana. ---And free from Crime.
Momus. A very Merry,
Dancing, Drinking,
Laughing, Quaffing, and unthinking
Time.
Cho. of all. Then our Age was in it's Prime,
Free from Rage, and free from Crime,
A very Merry,
Dancing, Drinking,
Laughing, Quaffing, and unthinking
Time.
Dance of Diana's Attendants.
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First line: Inspire the vocal brass inspire
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), pp.51-2.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Presumably set by Daniel Purcell, but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
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Enter Mars.
Mars. Inspire the Vocal Brass, Inspire;
The
World is past its Infant Age:
Arms and Honour,
Arms and Honour,
Set the Martial Mind on Fire,
And kindle Manly Rage.
Mars has lookt the Sky to
Red;
And Peace, the Lazy Good, is fled.
Plenty,
Peace, and Pleasure fly;
The Sprightly Green
In Woodland-Walks, no more is seen;
The Sprightly Green,
has drunk the Tyrian Dye.
Cho. of all. Plenty, Peace,
&c.
Mars. Sound the Trumpet, Beat the
Drum,
Through all the World around;
Sound
a Reveille, Sound, Sound,
The Warrior God is come.
Cho. of all. Sound the Trumpet, &c.
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First line: Thy sword within the scabbard keep
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.52.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Presumably set by Daniel Purcell, but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
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Momus. Thy Sword
within the Scabbard keep,
And let Mankind agree;
Better the World were fast asleep,
Than kept awake
by Thee.
The Fools are only thinner,
With
all our Cost and Care;
But neither side a winner,
For Things are as they were.
Cho. of all. The Fools
are only, &c.
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First line: Calms appear when storms are past
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.53.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Appeared in broadside (c.1701).
Text of song:
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Enter Venus.
Venus. Calms appear, when Storms are past;
Love will have his Hour at last:
Nature is my kindly
Care;
Mars destroys, and I repair;
Take me,
take me, while you may,
Venus comes not ev'ry Day.
Cho. of all. Take her, take her, &c.
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First line: The world was then so light
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.53.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Presumably set by Daniel Purcell, but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
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Chronos. The World
was then so light,
I scarcely felt the Weight;
Joy rul'd the Day, and Love the Night.
But
since the Queen of Pleasure left the Ground,
I faint,
I lag,
And feebly drag
The pond'rous
Orb around.
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First line: All of a piece throughout
Source Edition: The Secular Masque (1700), p.54.
First Performed: 29 April 1700 (as part of Vanbrugh's 'The Pilgrim')
UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2
Author: John Dryden
Composer: Presumably set by Daniel Purcell, but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
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Momus. All, all,
of a piece throughout;
Pointing to Diana. Thy Chase had
a Beast in View;
to Mars. Thy Wars brought nothing about;
to Venus. Thy Lovers were all untrue.
Janus. 'Tis
well an Old Age is out,
Chro. And time to begin a New.
Cho. of all. All, all, of a piece throughout;
Thy
Chase had a Beast in View;
Thy Wars brought nothing about;
Thy Lovers were all untrue.
'Tis well an Old
Age is out,
And time to begin a New.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The State of Innocence, and Fall of Man (1677), 1.1, p.1.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:11
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The first Scene represents a Chaos...Tunes of Victory are play'd, and an Hymn sung...
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The State of Innocence, and Fall of Man (1677), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:11
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Betwixt the first act and the second, while the Chiefs sit in the Palace, may be expressed the Sports of the Devils; as Flights and Dancing in Grotesque Figures: and a Song expressing the change of their condition; what they enjoy'd before; and how they fell bravely in Battel, having deserv'd Victory by their Valour; and what they would have done if they had Conquer'd.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The State of Innocence, and Fall of Man (1677), 2.1, p.10.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:11
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Adam.
And, as we go, let Earth and Heav'n above
Sound our
great Maker's pow'r and greater love.
They ascend to soft Musick and a Song is sung.
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First line: Look up and see [What heav'n prepares for thee]
Source Edition: The State of Innocence, and Fall of Man (1677), 3.1, pp.19-21.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:11
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Vision, where a Tree rises loaden with Fruit; four Spirits rise with it, and draw a canopie out of the tree, other Spirits dance about the Tree in deform'd shapes, after the Dance an Angel enters, with a Woman, habited like Eve.
Angel, singing.
Look up, look up, and see
What Heav'n prepares
for thee;
Look up, and this fair fruit behold,
Ruddy it smiles, and rich with streaks of gold.
The
loaded branches downward bend,
Willing they stoop, and
thy fair hand attend
Fair Mother of Mankind, make haste
And bless, and bless thy senses with the taste.
Woman.
No; tis forbidden, I
In tasting it shall dye.
Angel. Say who injoyn'd this harsh command.
Woman.
'Twas Heav'n; and who can Heav'n withstand?
Angel. Why was it made so fair, why plac'd in sight?
Heav'n is too good to envy man's delight.
See, we before thy face will try,
What thou so fear'st
and will not dye.
The Angel takes the fruit and gives to the Spirits, who danc'd, they immediately put off their deform'd shapes, and appear Angels.
Angels
singing. Behold what a a change on a sudden is here!
How glorious in beauty how bright they appear!
From spirits
deform'd they are Deities made
Their pinions at pleasure,
the clouds can invade, [The Angel gives to the Woman who eats.
Till equal in honor they rise
With him who commands
in the skies:
Then taste without fear, and be happy and
wise.
Woman. Ah, now I believe; such a pleasure
I find
As enlightens my eyes, and enlivens my mind.
[The spirits who are turn'd Angels fly up, when they have
tasted.
I only repent
I deferr'd
my content.
Angel. Now wiser experience has taught
you to prove
What a folly it is,
Out of fear
to shun bliss.
To the joy that's forbidden we eagerly
move;
It inhances the price, and increasts the love.
Chorus of both. To the joy, &c.
Two Angels descend, they take the Woman each by the hand, and fly up with her out of sight. The Angel who sung, and the Spirits who held the Canopy at the same instant, sink down with the Tree.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The State of Innocence, and Fall of Man (1677), 5.1, p.44.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 688:11
Author: John Dryden
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Here a Heaven descends, full of Angels and blessed Spirits, with soft Music, a Song and Chorus.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Wild Gallant (1663), 4.1, p.44.
First performed: 5 February 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 1004:8
Author: John Dryden (adaptation of Richard Brome?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lov. I would have all London now show me such another sight of kindness in Old Age:
(they help each other up.)
Come, a Dance, a dance; call for your Clerk, Justice, he shall make one in sign of Amity: (Strike up Fidlers.)
(They Dance around Dance, and Sing the Tune.)
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First line: Drink today and drown all sorrow
Source Edition: The Bloody Brother; or Rollo, Duke of Normandy (1679), 2.2, p.433.
First Performed: revived 6 December 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 82:3 (1679)
Author: John Fletcher (and Philip Massinger?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Coo. If you'l have the pasty speak, 'tis in my power,
I have fire enough to work it; come, stand close,
And now rehearse the Song, we may be perfect,
The drinking
Song, and say I were the Brothers.
The drinking SONG.
Drink to day and drown all sorrow,
You shall perhaps not do it to morrow.
Best while
you have it use your breath,
There is no drinking after
death.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit,
There is no cure 'gainst age but it.
It helps
the head ach, cough and tissick,
And is for all diseases
Physick.
Then let us swill boyes for our health,
Who drinks well, loves the common-wealth.
And he
that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still
in October.
<speaks> Well have you
born your selves; a red Deer Pye, Boyes,
And that no
lean one, I bequeath your vertues;
What friends hast
thou to day? no citizens?
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First line: Come Fortune's a whore I care not who tell her
Source Edition: The Bloody Brother; or Rollo, Duke of Normandy (1679), 3.2, p.439.
First Performed: revived 6 December 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 82:3 (1679)
Author: John Fletcher (and Philip Massinger?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cook. Come, Boys, sing chearfully, we shall ne'r sing
younger.
We have chosen a loud tune too, because it should
like well.
The SONG.
<I.>
Come, Fortune's a Whore, I care not who tell her,
Would offer to strangle a Page of the Celler,
That
should by his Oath to any Mans thinking,
And place, have
had a defence for his drinking;
But thus she does still,
when she pleases to palter,
Instead of his Wages, she
gives him a Halter.
Three merry Boys, and three merry
Boys, and three merry Boys arewe,
As ever did sing in
a hempen string under the Gallow-tree.
II.
But I that was so lusty,
And ever kept my Bottles,
That neither they were musty,
And seldome less
than Pottles;
For me to be thus stopt now,
With Hemp instead of Cork, Sir,
And from the Gallows
lopt now,
Shews that there is a fork, Sir,
In death, and this the token,
Man may be two ways killed,
Or like the Bottle, broken,
Or like the Wine, be
spilled.
Three merry Boys, &c.
III.
Oh yet but look on the Master Cook, the glory of the Kitchin,
In sowing whose fate, at so lofty a rate, no Taylor e'r
had stitching,
For though he makes the Man, the Cook
yet makes the Dishes,
The which no Taylor can, wherein
I have my wishes,
That I who at so many a Feast, have
pleas'd so many tasters,
Should now my self come
to be drest, a dish for you my Masters.
Three merry Boys,
&c.
Cook. <speaks> There's
a few Copies for you; now farewel friends:
And good Mr.
Sheriff let me not be printed
With a brass Pot on my
head.
But. March fair, march fair, afore, good Captain Pantler.
IV.
Pant.
Oh man or beast, or you at least,
That wear or brow or
antler,
Prick up your ears, unto the tears
Of me poor Paul the Pantler,
That thus am clipt, because
I chipt
The cursed Crust of Treason
With
Loyal Knife; Oh doleful strife,
To hang thus without
reason.
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First line: Take Oh take those lips away
Source Edition: The Bloody Brother; or Rollo, Duke of Normandy (1679), 5.2, p.445.
First Performed: revived 6 December 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 82:3 (1679)
Author: John Fletcher (and Philip Massinger?)
Composer: 1. John Wilson; 2. Giovanni Giacomo Gastoldi; 3. John Weldon. See CGMFM9 for music.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Text of song:
Edith. <...> I hear him come, go boy, and entertain him.
Enter Rollo.
SONG.
Take, Oh take those lips away
That so sweetly
were forsworn,
And those eyes, like break of day,
Lights that do mislead the Morn,
But my kisses
bring again,
Seals of love, though seal'd in vain.
Hide, Oh hide those hills of Snow,
Which thy
frozen blossome bears,
On whose tops the Pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears,
But first set my
poor heart free,
Bound in those Ivy chains by thee.
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