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Item Code: JOA1

First line: Ah the golden age is past

Source Edition: Amintas (1697), 1.1, pp.16ff.

First performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1103:26 (1698)

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

CHORUS.

Ah! the Golden Age is past,
Which our happy Fathers blest;
When whate're they long'd to taste,
They but wisht for, and possest.

The Meads were painted still with Flow'rs,
The Birds ne'r ceas'd to sing;
And then, without the help of show'rs,
They saw eternal Spring.

Rivers then with Milk were fill'd,
Honey from their Woods distill'd;
None attempted then the Main,
Nor expos'd their Lives for gain:
Free from danger, want or care;
Free from tumult, noise and war:
They a thousand Joys possest,
Peace and Plenty were the least.

Ah! the Golden, &c.

'Honour, whose Laws are so severe,
'So hard to be obey'd;
'Who reigns with so much rigor here,
'Ne're o're their pleasures sway'd.

'The only maxim which they knew
'They were by Nature taught,
'That what they had a mind to do,
'They might, without a fau't.

'The Virgin never blush'd to shew
'By day her naked Charms;
'And when she lov'd a Swain, would go
'With freedom to his arms.

'By Woods, on Greens they danc'd and play'd,
'In Fountains kist and toy'd;
'The youth then boldly took his Maid,
'And what he lik'd enjoy'd.

'But now when men the blessing want,
'They long must court the fair in vain;
'For Honor will not let 'em grant
'The pleasure they deny with pain.
''Twas honour that first swell'd their hearts,
'That taught 'em shame, and to be coy;
'To frown, and use those little arts,
'Which only cheat 'em of their joy.

'Hence thou Idol Honour, hence;
'Leave us to our humble sports;
'Reign in Cities and in Courts;
'Honor is the child of Pride:
'Here let Nature be our Guide:
'Hence thou Idol Honour, hence.

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Item Code: JOA2

First line: Tell us Cupid in what schools

Source Edition: Amintas (1697), 2.2, pp.28ff.

First performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1103:26 (1698)

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

CHORUS.

Tell us, Cupid, in what Schools,
By what masters, by what rules,
We must be taught to Love:
How thou dost inform the weak,
Teach the ignorant to speak
So much like you above.

'The Learn'd whom Athens breed,
'And Phƒbus oft inspire,
'May solemn Lectures read
'On Love, and want its fire.

'Tis thou alone dost warmth impart,
Our thoughts and words improve;
And only those who learn thy art
Of thee, should sing of Love.
Inspir'd by thee, the rudest mind
In softest notes complains;
Wit then in Savages we find,
And Eloquence in Swains.
'Lovers by broken words and sighs
'Their meaning can express;
'And by their carriage or their Eyes,
'We may their wishes guess.

'Others then may read the wise,
'I'll read only Celia's Eyes,
'Gazing there with much delight
'I'll take up my Pen and write.
'And being thus inspir'd, will try
'Who's more elegant than I.

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Item Code: JOA3

First line: Ye nymphs no more take pains to hide

Source Edition: Amintas (1697), 3.2, pp.38ff.

First performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1103:26 (1698)

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

CHORUS.

Ye Nymphs, no more take pains to hide
Your Love, but own your passion;
For Virtue if too nice, is pride,
And Coyness Affectation.

Cupid make our Virgins tender,
Make 'em easie to be won;
Let 'em presently surrender,
When the Treaty's once begun.
Such as like a tedious wooing,
Let 'em cruel Damsels find;
But for such as would be doing,
Prithee Cupid make 'em kind.

The fair in the City
Don't understand pity,
Yet vainly pretend they are wiser than we are:
But the Nymph of the plain
Should make much of her Swain,
And think that the wiser Maids are they're the freer.

When we go to our Lasses,
To ask their good graces,
They ought to receive us, and each take her man;
And when we meet first,
Since both know the worst,
Let's agree to be happy as fast as we can.

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Item Code: JOA4

First line: Death in vain opposes Love

Source Edition: Amintas (1697), 4.2, pp.49ff.

First performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1103:26 (1698)

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

CHORUS.

Death in vain opposes Love,
Who conquers every Foe;
To his Empire all above
Submit, and all below.

What Love unites Death seldom parts,
And what he parts Love often joyns;
Triumphs o're Death, resists his Darts,
And will himself alone command our minds.

'Maids comply with Love in time,
'Ere your Error grows a Crime;
'E're he makes you yield by force.
'Ah, consider 'twill be worse
'To rebel, and be subdu'd,
'Than obey him as you shou'd.
'When he summons you at first,
'Yield, or else expect the worst:
'Late Repentance will be too
'Useless to your Friend and you.

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Item Code: JOA5

First line: Cupid make your virgins tender

Source Edition: Amintas (1697), song not printed in play.

First performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1103:26 (1698)

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.206, n.771 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, March 1699, pp.52-3 et al.

Text of song:

Cupid make your Virgins tender,
Make 'em easy to be won;
Let 'em presently surrender,
When the treaty's once begun:
Such as like a tedious wooing
Let 'em cruel Damsels find;
But let such as wou'd, as wou'd be doing,
Prithee, prithee, prithee Cupid make 'em kind,
Prithee, prithee Cupid make 'em kind.

<NOTE: The score does not ascribe this song to the play. Check other editions for evidence>.

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Item Code: JOTG1

First line: In vain you tell me love is sweet

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 1.1, p.6.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Irwin

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.266, n.1808 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.9 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

Aur. <...> Come, my Phylante, since from every Grove
The cheerful Birds salute us with their Songs,
Joyn thou thy better harmony with theirs,
And lay the rising Tempest in my Soul;
Thy Voice is still the refuge of my care,
Despair herself would listen to the Charm,
And when thou entertainst her lose her sting:
Thrace, by the Magick of thy notes has heard
More wonders, than her ancient fables boast.

SONG.

I.

In Vain you tell me Love is sweet,
And boast of his delights,
I hear you talk of nothing yet,
But restless days and nights,
For when you have your wish enjoy'd,
You find the bliss so small,
You either think your Lover cloy'd,
Or that you han't him all.

II.

Strange Magick when we see before
So many Fools undone
We long to make the number more,
And on their Perils run.
Tho thousands shou'd our hopes reprove,
Who have their falshood known,
In this we'll trust, so weak is Love,
No knowledge but our own.

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Item Code: JOTG2

First line: Come all away [Come and sing and dance and play]

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 1.1, p.7.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Freeman

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.196, n.586 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.5 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

Phy. <...> Attend!
And what I taught you for your Lords return,
To pleasure his belov'd and yours perform.

The Front Scene opens and discovers a Circle of Seven Pillars adorn'd with Garlands of Flowers. The Shepherds and Shepherdesses dancing within it, to the Tune of the Chorus, which they sing as they Dance.

Chorus.

Come all away, [you must not stay,]
Come and Sing and Dance and Play
'Tis the Shepherds holiday.

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

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Item Code: JOTG3

First line: Leave the mountain vale and home

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 1.1, p.7.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Hughes

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.274, n.1947 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.5 (UMI(2) 1784:10)

Text of song:

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

1 Shepherd. Leave the Mountain, Vale, and Home,
To the Grove of Pleasure come:
Never fear your Flocks will stray,
Pan protects 'em while we play.

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

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Item Code: JOTG4

First line: Happy mansions pleasant shades

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 1.1, pp.7-8.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Irwin

Source/s of Music: Part of song recorded in Day and Murrie, p.233, n.1240 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.3 (UMI(2) 1784:10)

Text of song:

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

Shepherdess. Happy Mansions, pleasant Shades,
Seats of Innocence and Ease;
Gentle Shepherds, Tender Maids,
Sweet Abodes of Smiling Peace,
Ev'ry Grace and Joy possessing,
Welcome him that gives the Blessing.

Shepherds. Amintor's Watchful Care maintains
These Quiet Fields from harms,
His wisdom awes the rougher Swains,
The Mild his Goodness charms.
When Pan the Grecian Shepherds sway'd
He ne're was more ador'd,
They out of Fear their God obey'd,
We out of Love, our Lord.

Shepherdess. When Venus, deckt with Heavenly Charms,
Once woo'd a Mortal to her Arms,
All but the cruel stupid Boy
Beheld her with transporting Joy;
The Flocks and Herds refus'd to graze,
And Men and Beasts cou'd only gaze.
Aurelia's Beauties thus appear,
Thus shining, thus transporting here.

Shepherd. For him we Flowry Chaplets bring,
The fairest praduct of the Spring.
Shepherdess. For her we Crowns of Roses weave,
Which both with cheerful Looks receive,
And with as cheerful Hearts we give,
Thus Loving and Belov'd we live.
Chorus. Thus Loving and Belov'd we Live.

Aur. Oh force of Musick and Caelestial Song,
Which from profoundest misery can raise
A Soul to extasy, and tast of Heav'n
To you Phylante! I commit the charge
Of this great Festival, and from your care
Expect what nature, and what art can do.

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Item Code: JOTG5

First line: To hill and dale I tell my care

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 2.1, p.9.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

Scene a Fountain with Bowers of Myrtle around it, a Shepherdess lying in one that fronts the Stage sings.

SONG.

To Hill and Dale I tell my Care,
To Rocks and Streams how I despair;
To faithless Winds my fortune mourn,
The Winds in sighs my plaint return;
The Streams in murmurs, Hill and Dale,
And hollow Rocks my fate bewail
In Ecchoes kindly they resound
My moan, and seem to feel my wound:
He only that should hear is deaf,
He only that can give relief,
Despises me, and mocks my grief.

Phylante, Sileno, Shepherds and Shepherdesses come to her as the Song begins.

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Item Code: JOTG6

First line: Ye birds who in our forests sing

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 2.1, p.14.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: 'the boy'

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.393, n.4030 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.1 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

After a Symphony of Hautboys and Flutes, Sileno sings.

Ye Birds, who in our Forests sing,
Ye Winds, that wanton with our Trees,
Ye Streams, that murmur to forsake your Spring,
Be silent, ye outrageous Seas,
Attend the Rural Song:
'Tis Love's the theme, Love all our Lays employs,
Parent of Heavenly Verse, and heav'nly Joys;
With numbers soft as their Desires,
With Words and Notes which speak their Fires,
He warms the Tuneful Throng.

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

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Item Code: JOTG7

First line: Cease your amorous pipes and flutes

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 2.1, p.15.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Irwin

Source/s of Music: Part of the song recorded in Day and Murrie, p.191, n.502 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.4 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

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

Then the Trumpets play, and the Kettle-Drums. That over, A Lady sings.

Cease your Amorous Pipes and Flutes,
The Trumpet for the Prize disputes;
The Swains must listen to a loftier sound,
You only flatter their despair,
The Trumpet drives away their Care,
And makes 'em languish for a nobler wound.
Sileno. Hark! what frightful notes I hear,
Which Eccho is tormented to reply;
The trembling Sheep and Shepherds fly;
The Plain and Mountain struck with deadly fear;
This Clangor sure was made for Death;
Our Pipes and Flutes have no such fatal breath.
They ease our Pains, they sooth our Care;
These sounds wou'd drive us to Despair;
Forbear the dreadful notes, forbear.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG8

First line: See the trembling sheep revive

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 2.1, p.15.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Pate

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.327, n.2883 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.2 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

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

Shepherd. See, the trembling Sheep revive,
The Shepherds seem again to live.
Shepherdess. These gentle murmurs suit our Shades,
And best our Passions move;
With pity they inspire our Maids,
And teach our Youth to Love.
Chorus. These gentle, &c.

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Item Code: JOTG9

First line: Through wond'ring worlds I Caesar's worth proclaim

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 3.1, p.16.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

Scene a Hall of the Palace, Representing the Court of Pan.

After the Song of Fame is over, Pan rises (while the Musick plays) in a Wood, being several rows of Trees illuminated. All the Actors on the Stage, A Warlike Tune.

Fame. Thro wondring Worlds I Caesar's worth proclaim,
The Nations tremble at his mighty name:
My hundred Tongues his matchless deeds declare,
In Peace his Wisdom, or his Force in War.
Himself at rest, my Labours never cease
To spread his Vertues, or in War or Peace.
Pan. What voice is this, to me unknown,
What noise, which in the Elysian Shades
Disturbs my quiet Reign?
If God or Goddess, hence be gone,
Nor vex our Youth, nor fright our Maids,
But leave to me the Plain;
I know thee by thy hundred Tongues,
Thy hundred Ears, and thousand Eyes,
To Court go sing thy flatt'ring Songs,
Among the Great disperse thy Lyes,
Nor raise Confusion in our peaceful Land.
And you, who reign with Pan below,
Ascend; and ye who rove in Wilds,
Or press the Vine, or watch in Fields,
Who use the Crook, or bend the Bow,
Appear at my Command.
Satyr, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Bacchanalian, Hunters, Huntresses.

Hunters and Huntresses. We come from the Mountain, and hunting the Fox.
Shepherds and Shepherdesses. And we from the Valley, and keeping our Flocks.
Satyr. I come from the Forest, and plucking up Trees.
Bacchanalian. And I from the Wine-press, and sucking fat Lees.
Chorus. At Pan's great Command we leave Working and Play,
To wait on his call, which with Joy we obey.

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after ths one>.

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Item Code: JOTG10

First line: Where's my Pan my lord my love

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 3.1, p.17.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell (Part One-- nwc) (Part Two-- nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Lindsey

Source/s of Music: The parts of this song sung by Ceres are recorded in Day and Murrie, p.382 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.7 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

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

Ceres ascends.

Ceres. Where's my Pan, my Lord, my Love,
Why flies he from the Sacred Grove,
Why flies he from his Ceres arms,
For mortal Beauty, leave immortal Charms?
Pan. One of the Gods, who rule on Earth,
Descends to visit now the Plain;
For him we bring forth all our mirth;
For him too summon you your Train.
Our Presence shall their Rural Triumphs grace,
And with celestial lustre fill the place.
Ceres. Ye Men and Maids, who cut the Ear,
Or bind the bounteous Sheave,
Who reap the Golden Meads appear,
A while your Labour leave.
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Item Code: JOTG11

First line: Our work at an end we'll awhile go to play

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 3.1, p.17.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

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

Binders and Reapers.

Reap. Our work at an end, we'll awhile go to play,
To Binding and Reaping a much better way.
This Harvest thus in, for the next we will Plow,
And if we expect a new Crop we must Sow.
Bind. Not so hasty, you're too warm;
Thus all Renters for a year,
When they mean to leave a Farm,
Care not what they wear or tear.
Come---Man, since you are so stout,
Take a Lease on't, and be merry,
There's no fear you'll wear it out,
When you are oblig'd to tarry.
Reap. Oh talk not of Leases, I hate 'em, my Honey,
Your Copy Lands are for men who have Money.
When I rent at my will, I can do as I please;
And had much rather Hold by another mans Lease.
Bind. You and I shall never deal,
Put an end then to the strife,
Give me both your Hand and Seal,
And the Soil is yours for Life.
Reap. By my troth 'tis too hard, as the Taxes go now,
When my Landlord paid all, we more freely could sow;
But since I have try'd it, and know how 'twill bear,
'Tis a bargain between us.
Bind. For Life.
Reap. For a Year.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG12

First line: Plenty mirth and gay delights

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 3.1, pp.17-8.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Lindsey and Mr. Laroon

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.317, n.2707 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.8 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

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

Pan & Ceres. Plenty, mirth and gay delights,
Pleasant days, and blissful nights;
All the sweets of Love and Peace,
Numerous Flocks and large Increase,
Ever bless you, Joy attend ye,
Pan and Ceres still befriend ye,

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG13

First line: Away with all these fatal charms

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 3.1, p.18.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

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

While they descend Fame appears. The Trumpet sounds.

Fame. Away with all these fatal Charms,
Away with these deluding Sounds,
The notes that rouze the fearful Camp to Arms,
That from the Coward drive his false alarms,
And make him dauntless look on death and wounds.
Fame to these Woods again restores,
And with the Emp'rors potent name torments the lab'ring Shores.

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Item Code: JOTG14

First line: Underneath a gloomy shade

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 4.1, p.27.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Shaw

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.363, n.3514 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.10 (UMI(2) 1784:10).

Text of song:

Phyl. Ye fair companions of my better days!
Come, minister your aid in my distress,
And with your tuneful airs compose my mind.
She lies on a Couch, Musick plays louder, Scene opens and discovers Nicias and Guards waiting on Adrastus.

Shepherdess. Underneath a Gloomy Shade,
By an antient Poplar made,
While the Zephyrs round her play,
Cloris thus complaining lay,
Where shall I Philander find?
Eccho answer'd her, Behind.
Thrice she turn'd and saw 'twas false,
Cursing Ecchoes lying tales,
Thus she mourn'd again, and said,
Where is my Philander fled?
From his Flocks, his Friends and Me;
When shall I my Lover see,
Whither turn to find him out?
Eccho answer'd her, About.

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG15

First line: By Echo thus mocked on a bank she reclines

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 4.1, pp.27-8.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

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

Shepherd. By Eccho thus mockt, on a Bank she reclines,
Resolv'd ne're to trust her complaint to the winds,
Till Cupid, who pity'd her Sorrow and Tears,
On the wings of a Dove to assist her appears.
Cupid is seen the Air.
Cupid. Love descends at your complaint,
He who knows what most you want.
Bids you to the Cave repair,
Where you us'd to vent your care,
You shall find your Lover there.
Bound by mighty Pan he lies,
Piercing with his grief the Skies.
There with your Companions go,
Try what Virgin Songs will do.
The force of Youth and Beauty try,
And Pan will yield as well as I.

Shepherd. We'll go the Cave where the Shepherd in Chains
Lies wrongfully punish'd for Crimes he abhors;
With our Layes we'll endeavour to lessen his pains,
And please him with singing the name he adores.
'Tis Cloris, who loves him, the Cloris he loves,
Who must use all her art to obtain him relief;
But she'll use it in vain, for her Harmony moves
Rocks only and Trees, and the Tyrant's still deaf.

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG16

First line: Happy ever happy we

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 4.1, p.28.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: 'the boy'

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.233, n.1237 [Music] Songs in...The Grove (1700), f.6 (UMI(2) 1784:10)

Text of song:

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

Shepherdess. Happy, ever happy we,
Cou'd we see Philander free.
Love, the best and sweetest Care,
Is our only Torment here.

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: JOTG17

First line: In vain fair nymph with your celestial art

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), 4.1, p.28.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

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

The Ghost of Orpheus arises.

Ghost of Orpheus. In vain, fair Nymph, with your Celestial art,
You strive to move a Mortal's heart.
Ev'n I, whose Musick husht the roar of Hell,
And made her Fiends forget their Plains,
When not one hideous groan, nor yell,
Was heard throughout the Stygian Plains,
Whose voice to things insensible was known,
And dancing Woods confest its wondrous pow'r;
I ne're could humane rage repel,
But by the Monsters fury fell,
Which often does her first begot, and darling Sons devour.
Cease your Heavenly notes a while,
You will soon your Lover see,
Keep your Songs till fate shall smile.
Fate has told you this by me.
Chorus. Haste, ye happy minutes, haste,
To Cloris her Lover restore;
And grant us, ye Gods, when this danger is past,
That Pan may torment us no more.

Nic. <speaks> 'Tis all Enchantment, every thing I see,
And hear, and meet transports me, or I dream,
Or I have seen that Angel form before;
A fairer sure I never saw, nor heard
Such sounds in Greece, where first the Lyre was strung.

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Item Code: JOTG18

First line: Appear old Hymen from thy cell

Source Edition: The Grove, or Love's Paradise (1700), appearing at the end of the fifth act, pp.45-6.

First Performed: 19 February 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 724:5

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

Scene the Temple of Love.

Cupid is seen lying in his Mothers Lap.

Cupid. Appear, old Hymen, from thy Cell,
Where unspotted Pleasures dwell;
Where thy Torch with Beauteous light
Triumphs o're the shades of night.
Come, at Cupid's dread command,
Joyn these happy Lovers hand:
Let 'em be for ever joyn'd,
He be constant, she be kind.

Brisk Musick, while Hymen comes forward.

Hymen. Love they say is my God, tho to tell you the truth,
I think he's at best but a slippery youth.
He bids me come to you, ye wonder I came
No sooner; why as I grow old I grow lame;
By which it falls out, as mayhap it does here,
I oft come a day or two after the Fair.
Priest of Love. Hymen joyns you, happy pair,
Taste the sweets of harmless pleasure.
Joys which you've no need to fear,
Without guilt, and without measure.
Love has blest thee, happy Swain,
Go possess his richest Treasure,
Happy Maid you blush in vain,
Duty now is joyn'd with Pleasure.
Three Pr. of Love. To Love we'll lasting homage pay
For the high blessings of this day;
New Altars to his name we'll raise,
And ev'ry Tongue shall speak his praise,
And ev'ry Heart his pow'r adore,
For none ean <sic> hurt or bless us more.
Votary. The Hero his Lawrels to Love shall resign,
The Courtier his Pride, and the Toper his Wine;
The Saint his Devotion, the Virgin her Vow,
All states and conditions, the high and the low.
All Ages and Sexes to Cupid shall bow.
Chorus. The Saint his Devotion, &c.

Grand Chorus. Raise you Notes, and lift 'em high,
Love's Immortal Praises sing,
O're the Valley let 'em ring,
For Musick charms the pow'rs above amidst their mighty joy.

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Item Code: JOTGOC1

First line: When Sylvia runs to woods and groves

Source Edition: The Governour of Cyprus (1703), 1.1, pp.1-2.

First Performed: January 1703--pub.13 January (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 3220:11

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

Scene a Garden; Lucinda lying on a Bank of Flowers, a Grove near it; after the Song is over, Zarma, and She come forward.

SONG.

When Sylvia runs to VVoods and Groves,
And Weeps alone, and Sighs,
What e're She says, I fear She Loves,
And thus I would Advise.

If Sylvia is Belov'd, Enjoy
Nor let the Youth grow Cold;
While Young, 'tis Foolish to be Coy;
You'l think so when you're Old.

Your Sighs and Tears will never do;
Or Love Him, or Despise:
He'll soon be weary to Pursue
The Nymph that always Flies.

Lucinda. Cease Zarma, Cease to Charm me with a Song;
Tis not in Musick to relieve my Cares.
Such Griefs as mine are Deaf to ev'ry Voice,
Which talks of Comfort, or wou'd sooth Despair.
Oh! That the Winds had hurl'd me in the Deep,
My Honour then had been secure in Death,
And I had never dreamt of Love or Shame.

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Item Code: JOTGOC2

First line: Since 'tis to sin so very sweet

Source Edition: The Governour of Cyprus (1703), 1.1, pp.3-4.

First Performed: January 1703--pub.13 January (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 3220:11

Author: John Oldmixon

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

Text of song:

Phors. <...> Why dost thou shun the Pleasures of the Court?
I thy Apollo, and my Daphne Thou:
Why Fly'st while I pursue thee with a Song?
Begin, you Men of Art, your Tuneful Strains;
Let the soft Zephirs from the Citron Groves
Disperse their evening Sweets,
And every Sense be Charm'd.

Man. Since tis to Sin, so very sweet
So needful to forbear,
Or else our Nature is too weak,
Or Duty too Severe
Thus baited by two Cruel Foes,
In constant Love we Live:
As Nature does the Law Oppose,
The Law does Nature grieve.
Woman. Thou Tyrant Honour, hence be gone,
I will no more be Cheated,
If tis to Love to be undone,
I'll try my Fate, and meet it.
Man. To trust him longer, you're to blame,
He'l certainly deceive ye;
For Loves a very harmless Flame,
Woman. I wish I could believe ye.
For Love, &c.

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Item Code: JR2TC1

First line: 'Twas not his person nor his parts

Source Edition: The [Valiant] Cid, Part Two (1640), 3.7, npn.

First Performed: revived December 1675 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: Not filmed.

Author: Joseph Rutter

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

Text of song:

CIM. <...> Take your Lute boy, and sing the song J gave you,
It sutes my present state.

The Boy sings.

'Twas not his person nor his parts,
Though nere so fam'd that wonne me,
He lov'd, he said, which I believ'd;
And that faith has undone me.

His vertues were alike to all,
Nor were they more to me,
I honor'd them, but lov'd the man,
Because that he was he.

Who since he has his love forgon,
And is himself no more:
I love him not as he is now,
But as he was before.

CIM. Tis true I must still love him, the remembrance
That I was once Roderigo's only object,
Is that J cherish now.

<NOTE: The London Stage records a revival of this play, but not whether it was the first or second part>.

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Item Code: JSA1

First line: Why so pale and wan fond lover

Source Edition: Aglaura (1638), 4.1, p.36.

First Performed: revived 16 May 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16 (1646)

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: Louis Ramondon ( nwc). Music was set for the inclusion of this song in Dryden's An Evening's Love--see JDAEL5

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:

Sem. Come my Lord, the Song then.

Ori. The Song.

Ors. A vengeance take this love, it spoyles a voyce <...>

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.

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Item Code: JSA2

First line: No fair heretic it needs must [cannot] be

Source Edition: Aglaura (1638), 4.1, p.40.

First Performed: revived 16 May 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16 (1646)

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.295, n.2321 [Music] Playford, John, Select Musicall Ayres and Dialogues, Part One (1652), p.38 (UMI(2) 286:23) et al.

Text of song:

Enter Aglaura, and a Singing Boy.

Boy. Madam, 'twill make you melancholly,
Ile sing the Prince's Song, that's sad enough.

Agl. What you will Sir.

Song.

<1.>

No, no, faire Heretique, it needs must bee
But an ill Love in mee,
And worse for thee.
For were it in my Power,
To love thee now this hower,
More than I did the last;
I would then so fall,
I might not Love at all;
Love that can flow, and can admit increase,
Admits as well an Ebb, and may grow lesse.

2.

True Love is still the same; the torrid Zones,
And those more frigid ones,
It must not know:
For Love growne cold or hot,
Is Lust, or Friendship, not
The thing wee have;
For that's a flame would die,
Held downe, or up to high:
Then thinke I love more than I can expresse,
And would love more, could I but love thee lesse.

Agl. Leave mee! for to a Soule, so out of Tune
as mine is now; nothing is harmony:
when once the maine-spring, Hope, is falne into
disorder; no wonder, if the lesser wheeles,
Desire, and Ioy, stand still; my thoughts like Bees
when they have lost their King, wander
confusedly up and downe, and settle no where.

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Item Code: JSAAU1

First line: The glories of our blood <birth> and state

Source Edition: The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses (1659), pp.127-8.

First Performed: revived pre-1667?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1579:7 (appended to "Honoria and Mammon")

Author: James Shirley

Composer: Edward Colman ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.227, n.1132 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), pp.146-7 (UMI(2) 157:8) et al.

Text of song:

Calchas before the body of Ajax...as going to the Temple.

Ca. The glories of our blood and state,
are shadows, not substantial things,
There is no armour against fate,
Death lays his icy hand on Kings,
Scepter and Crown,
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made,
With the poor crocked sithe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
and plant fresh laurels where they kill,
But their strong nerves at last must yield,
They tame but one another still;
Early or late,
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath,
When they pale Captives creep to death.

The Garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds,
Upon Deaths purple Altar now,
See where the Victor-victim bleeds,
Your heads must come,
To the cold Tomb,
Onely the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.

[This was afterwards sung in parts, the Musick excellently composed by Mr. Ed. Coleman.]

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Item Code: JSB1

First line: She's pretty to walk with

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 2.1, sig. C3r.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Gra. Away with it.

Shee's pretty to walke with,
And witty to talke with,
And pleasant to thinke on,
But the best use of all
Is, her health is a stawle
And helps us, to make us drinke on.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSB2

First line: Bright star o'th' lower orb twinkling inviter

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 2.1, sig. C3v.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Grain. Come give it me.
Let me see--- (Pins up a Rose.
Which of them this Rose will serve.
Hum, hum, hum.

Bright Star o'the lower Orbe twinckeling inviter
Which draw'st (as well as eyes) but sets men righter.
For who at thee begins, comes to the place
Sooner then he, that sets out at the face:
Eyes are seducing lights, that the good women know
And hang out these a nearer way to shew.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSB3

First line: That box fair mistress which thou gavest to me

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 2.1, sig. C3v.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Villa. Since it must be,
Give me the poyson then.--- (Drinkes and spits.

That Box faire Mistris, which thou gav'st to me,
Inhumane guesse, is like to cost me three,
Three cups of Wine, and verses six,
The Rime <Wine> will downe, but verse for Rime still stickes,
By which you all may easily Gentles <Gentiles> know
I am a better drinke<r> then a Po---

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSB4

First line: Some liquor he [A newer fresh face]

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 2.1, sig. C3v-C4r.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Gra. A Hall, a Hall.
To welcome our friend.

<For> Some liquour he <call>,
A newer <new or> fresh face,
Must not alter our pace,
But make us still drink the quicker hoe
Wine, Wine
O 'tis Divine;
Come let us <fill it> unto our brother.
What's at the tongues end
It forth doth send
And will not a sillable smother.
Then,
It unlockes the brest,
And throwes out the rest,
And learnes us to know each other.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSB5

First line: Come let the state stay

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 2.1, sig. C4v.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

G. By all meanes Sir.

Sings. Come let the State stay,
And drinke away,
There is no busin<e>sse above it.
It warmes the cold braine,
Makes us speake in high straine,
Hee's a foole that does not approve it.
The Macedon youth
Left behind him this truth,
That nothing is done with much thinking,
He drunke and <he> fought
Till he had what he sought,
The world was his own by good drinking.

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Item Code: JSB6

First line: This moity were [Twilight]

Source Edition: Brennoralt [or; The Discontented Colonel](1642), 4.1, sig. F4r.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 477:11

Author: John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Grain. There's something in that yet.

This Moi<e>ty were <Warre>
Twilight.
Neither night nor day,
Pox upon it.
A storme is worth a thousand
Of your Calme,
There's more variety in it.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSC1

First line: Come buy my cambrics buy my lawns

Source Edition: Cytherea, or The Enamouring Girdle (1677), 3.1, pp.36-8.

First performed: 1676-7? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 926:11

Author: John Smith

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

Text of song:

The Pedlars Ballad.

Obli. Come but my Cambricks, buy my Lawns,
Hey down, down a down, down.
Buy Laces, Points, or Pins:
You Maidens fair, come buy my Ware,
Or truck for Coney-skins.

Carnation Satten Ribbonds buy,
Hey down, &c.
Skie-colour'd, Green, or Red,
Fair Maids Priapus's Bodkins buy
To pin your Maidenhead.

This Paphian Girdle is a prize,
Hey down, &c.
Of Vertue strange possest,
'Twill streight within your circle bring
The Person you love best.

Then buy my Cambricks, &c.

But then came bouncing Nancy by,
Hey down, &c.
And cry'd God save the King:
Buy a Looking-Glass for that sweet Face,
Or buy this long swaip-thing.

This Pedlar is a strong thief, she cries,
Hey down, &c.
A leering cheating Knave:
Thou pick my Purse, or something that's worse,
My honesty thou woud'st [sic] have.

Then buy, &c.

A handsom Bona-roba then,
Hey down, &c.
Came Silver-Lace to buy:
How much will do't? your Petticoat
We must take up to try.

Fair Lady, I Silk-Stockings sell,
Hey down, &c.
Will't please you Garters see?
I'll show you how to tie them too,
Below or above the Knee.

Then buy my Cambricks, buy my Lawns,
Hey down, &c.
Buy Laces, Points, or Pins:
You Ladies fair come buy my Ware,
Or truck for Coney-skins.

A Fan for those Vermilion Cheeks,
Hey down, &c.
Sweet Powders for your Hair,
A strategem to fetter Men
Fast in that Golden snare.

This Apron, Madam, wou'd become,
Hey down, &c.
That little mountain best,
And lower then serve for a Skreen
To hide the Phoenix nest.

Then buy, &c.

A Ring to stroak your Husband's eyes,
Hey down, &c.
That blinds a jealous sight:
With this I will invisible
Come to your Bed at night.

Then buy, &c.

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Item Code: JSC2

First line: Then three merry boys

Source Edition: Cytherea, or The Enamouring Girdle (1677), 5.1, p.54.

First performed: 1676-7? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 926:11

Author: John Smith

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

Text of song:

Jo. Then three merry boys---
And. And three merry boys---
Seek. And three merry boys are we.
Const. Old grudges are forgotten---comprehend
Us Watchmen in your triple league---
Omn. Agreed---agreed.--- [Musick.
Jo. Four merry boys---
Const. And four merry boys---With Sack and Claret reel.
Seek. Let the musick sound---
And. And the world turn round---
Omn. On circulations wheel.
And. Four merry boys---
Jo. The Pedlar titubates
By yea and nay---
Const. His feet Indentures make---
And so do thine, and mine---begin---

They dance,--dance ended...

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Item Code: JSC3

First line: Come pretty hamadryades

Source Edition: Cytherea, or The Enamouring Girdle (1677), 5.1, pp.61-2.

First performed: 1676-7? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 926:11

Author: John Smith

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

Text of song:

A Song by one of the Nymphs.

Come pretty Hamadryades,
And all the Fairy Goddesses
A Deity you must udore <sic>
Greater than Pan, nay what is more,
To him Apollo will his harp resign:
For us without him there's no bliss:
Salute his footsteps with a kiss,
And sing melodious Hymns you Muses nine.

Chorus. Now that the blessed hour is come,
Proclaim Sir Adrians welcome home.
1 Eccho. Sir Adrian's welcome home---
2 Eccho. Is welcome home.

More welcome---than is Sun-shine heat
To teeming Meadows that are wet
With prolifick Aprils tears:
His favours Madam Venus wears,
And you that already are enamoured:
Then dance about him in a ring
Still I must rejoyce and sing
Though joys extremity may strike me dead.
Chorus Now that the &c.

If our rudeness give offence
Pardon Virgin innocence:
But we trust the fault is less
Acted through obsequiousness:
Then favour our redundancy of zeal,
O---that we may live together
And your Empire last for ever
Over affections in our Common-weal.

Chorus Now that the &c.

After the Song follows a Fairy Dance.

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Item Code: JSCAD1

First line: Though little be the god of love

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.5.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Though little be the God of love,
Yet his Arrows mighty are,
And his Victories above
What the valiant reach by War,
Nor are his limits with the skie;
O'r the milky way he'l fly,
And somtimes wound a Deity.
Apollo once the Python slew,
But a keener Arrow flew
From Daphne's eye, and made a wound
For which the God no Balsome found;
One smile of Venus too did more
On Mars, than Armies could before;
If a warm fit thus pull him down,
How will she Ague-shake him with a frown;
Thus Love can fiery spirits tame,
And when he please cold Rocks inflame.

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Item Code: JSCAD2

First line: Victorious men of earth no more

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.11.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

Composer: Christopher Gibbons ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.365, n.3549 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.39 (UMI(2) 286:13).

Text of song:

SONG.

Victorious men of Earth, no more
Proclame how wide your Empires are;
Though you binde in every shore,
And your triumphs reach as far
as Night or Day,
Yet you proud Monarchs must obey,
And mingle with forgotten ashes, when
Death calls ye to the croud of common men.

Devouring Famine, Plague, and War,
Each able to undo Man-kind,
Death's servile Emissaries are,
Nor to these alone confin'd,
He hath at will
More quaint and subtle waies to kill.
A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.

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Item Code: JSCAD3

First line: Stay Cupid whither art thou flying

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.14.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Stay Cupid, whither art thou flying?
Pitty the pale Lovers dying.
They that honour'd thee before,
Will no more
At thy Altar pay their vowes.
O let the weeping Virgins strow,
In stead of Rose, and Myrtle boughs,
Sad Ew, and funerall Cypress now.
Unkind Cupid leave thy killing,
These are all thy Mothers Doves,
Oh do not wound such noble Loves,
And make them bleed that should be billing.

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Item Code: JSCAD4

First line: What will it Death advance thy name

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), pp.17-8.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

SONG.

VVhat will it Death advance thy name
Upon cold Rocks to waste a flame,
Or by mistake to throw
Bright Torches into pits of Snow?
Thy rage is lost,
And thy old killing Frost;
With thy Arrows thou maist try
To make the young or aged bleed,
But indeed
Not compell one heart to die.

CHORUS.

O Love! oh Death! be it your fate
Before you both repent too late
to meet and trie
Upon your selves, your sad Artillerie.
So Death may make Love kind again,
Or Cruell Death by Love be slain.

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

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Item Code: JSCAD5

First line: Change oh change your fatal bows

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), pp.18-9.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

Composer: Christopher Gibbons ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.193, n.527 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.38 (UMI(2) 286:13).

Text of song:

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

SONG.

Change, oh change your fatall bows,
Since neither knows
The vertue of each others Darts;
Alas, what will become of hearts
If it prove
A Death to Love,
We shall find
Death will be cruell to be kind:
For when he shall to Armies flie,
Where men think blood too cheap to buy
Themselves a name,
He reconciles them, and deprives
The valiant men of more than lives,
A Victory, and Fame.
Whilst Love deceiv'd by these cold shafts, in steed
Of curing wounded hearts, must kill indeed.

CHORUS.

Take pitty Gods, some ease the world will find,
To give young Cupid eyes, or strike Death blind.
Death should not then have his own will
And Love, by seeing men bleed, leave off to kill.

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

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Item Code: JSCAD6

First line: Oh yes [All you that delight to be merry come see]

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.19.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

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

Enter Chamberlain leading two Apes.

Ch. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,
All you that delight to be merry come see
My brace of Court Apes, for a need we be three;
I have left my old trade of up and down stairs
And now live by leading my Apes unto Fairs.
Will you have any sport? draw your money, be quick sir,
And then come aloft Jack, they shall shew you a trick sir.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSCAD7

First line: What goodly shapes they have what lovely faces

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.20.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Ch. Oh, my heart,
'Twas Death I fear, I am paid then with a vengeance;
My dear Apes do not leave me, ha? come neer---

What goodly shapes they have, what lovely faces!
Yee Twins of beauty, where were all those graces
Obscur'd so long? what Cloud did interpose
I could not see before this Lip, this Nose?
These Eyes? that do invite all hearts to wooe, them,
Brighter then Stars; Ladies are nothing to them,
Oh let me here pay down a Lovers duty;
Who is so mad to dote on Womans Beauty?
Nature doth here her own complexion spread,
No borrow'd Ornaments of white and red;
These cheeks were <wear> no adulterate mixtures on them,
To make them blush as some do, fie upon them!
Look what fair cheries on their Lips do grow?
Black cherries, such as none of you can shew,
That boast your beauties, let me kiss your a---

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSCAD8

First line: Cupid wheresoe'r thou be

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.22.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Mer. Hence ye prophane, and take your dwellings up
Within some Cave, that never saw the Sun,
Whose beams grow pale, and sick to look upon you;
This place be sacred to more noble objects.
And see where Nature tir'd with her Complaints
To heaven for Death and Cupid's Tyranny
Upon a bank of smiling Flow'rs lies sleeping.
Cares, that devour the peace of other bosomes,
Have by an overcharge of sorrow wrought
Her heart into a calm, where every sense
Is bound up in a soft repose, and silence;
Be her Dreams all of me. But to my Embassie.

Cupid, wheresoe'r thou be,
The Gods lay their commands on thee,
In pain of being banish'd to
The unfrequented shades below
At my first summons to appear.
Cupid, Cupid.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSCAD9

First line: Death heretofore the look'd-for close

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.23.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Mer. <...> Now see in every Grove
What slaughter thou hast made, all these
Fond Cupid were thy Votaries,
Does not their blood make thine look pale?
All slain by thee; 'two'not prevail
To urge mistakes, thy fact appears;
Jove, and the Gods have bow'd their ears
To groning Nature, and sent me
From their high Christall Thrones to see
What blood, like a dire Vapour rise',
Doth spread his Wings to blind the eyes
Of Heaven and Day; and to declare
Their Iustice and Immortall care
Over the lower World, but stay
Another must his fate obey.

Death heretofore, the look'd-for close
To tedious life, the long repose
To wearied Nature, and the gate
That leads to Mans eternall fate,
I in the name of every God,
Command thee from thy dark aboad,
As thou wilt fly their wrath, appear.
At my first Summon---

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSCAD10

First line: Open blest Elizium grove

Source Edition: Cupid and Death (1653), p.26.

First Performed: revived pre-1681?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1898:10 (1659)

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Open blest Elizium Grove,
Where an eternall Spring of Love
Keeps each beauty fair, these shades
No chill Dew or Frost invades;
Look how the Flowers, and every Tree
Pregnant with Ambrosia be;
Neer banks of Violet Springs appear,
Weeping out Nectar every tear;
While the once-harmonious Sphears,
(turn'd all to ears)
Now listen to the Birds, whose Quire
Sing every charming Accent higher.

CHORUS.

If this place be not Heaven, one thought can make it,
And Gods by their own wonder led, mistake it.

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Item Code: JSCLIAM1

First line: Melancholy hence go get

Source Edition: Changes; or Love in a Maze (1632), 4.1, p.42.

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

UMI(1) reel no.: 1156:8

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Eug. Then I despaire to see him:
And when I thinke indeed of the imployment,
That 'tis against himselfe, I may with justice
Accuse my want of judgement, to expect
He should performe so hard an imposition:
I would I could not thinke of any man,
They rob me of my peace: I prethee try
Thy voyce, to put my heart in better tune;
There is a power in harmony, some say,
To charme the unruly motions of the braine:
Love is it selfe a melancholy madnesse:
Why should not Musicke cure the wound of love?

<sings> Melancholy hence, goe get
Some piece of earth to be thy seat,
Here the ayre and nimble fire,
Would shoot up to meet desire:
Sullen humour, leave her blood,
Mix not with the purer floud,
But let pleasures swelling there,
Make a Spring-tide all the yeere.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSCLIAM2

First line: If Love his arrows shoot so fast

Source Edition: Changes; or Love in a Maze (1632), 5.1, p.63.

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

UMI(1) reel no.: 1156:8

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Ger. <...> Let me see't,
It is the same, first read it, reach the chaire:
Tis yet no Song, infuse a soule into it.

Song.

If Love his Arrowes shoot so fast,
Soone his feathered stocke will waste:
But I mistake in thinking so,
Love's Arrowes in his Quiver grow:
How can he want Artillery?
That appeares too true in mee:
Two shafts feed upon my brest,
Oh, make it Quiver for the rest,
Kill me with love, thou angry sonne
Of Cytherea, or let one,
One sharpe golden Arrow flye,
To wound her heart for whom I dye.
Cupid, if thou bee'st a Childe,
Be no god, or be more milde.

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Item Code: JSHP1

First line: Come Muses all that dwell nigh the fountain

Source Edition: Hyde Park (1637), 4.1, sig.G2r-v.

First Performed: revived 11 July 1668 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 939:3

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Lo. The better, why does any tune become
A gentleman so well as a ballad, hang
Curiosity in musicke, leave those crotchets
To men that get their living with a song,
Come come beginne.

The Song.

<1.>

Come Muses all that dwell nigh the fountaine,
Made by the winged horses heele,
Which firk'd with his rider over each Mountaine,
Let me your galloping raptures feele.
I doe not sing of fleas, or frogges,
Nor of the well mouth'd hunting dogges.
Let me be just all praises must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.

2.

Young Constable and kill deeres famous,
The Cat the Mouse and Noddy Gray,
With nimble Pegabrig you cannot shame us,
With Spaniard nor with Spinola.
His climing white-rose, praise doth not lacke,
Hansome Dunbar, and yellow Iack.
But if I be just all praises must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.

3.

Sure Spurr'd sloven, true running Robin,
Of young shaver I doe not say lesse,
Strawbery Soame, and let Spider pop in,
Fine Brackly and brave lurching Besse.
Victorious too, was herring shotten,
And spit in's arse is not forgotten.
But if I be just all honour must
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.

4.

Lusty Gorge and gentlemen, harke yet,
To wining Mackarell fine mouth'd Freake,
Bay Tarrall that won the cup at Newmarket,
Thundring tempest, black dragon eake.
Pretious sweetelippes, I doe not lose,
Nor Toby with his golden shoes,
But if I be just, all honour must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.

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Item Code: JSHP2

First line: Room for the melancholy wight

Source Edition: Hyde Park (1637), 5.1, sig.I4v.

First Performed: revived 11 July 1668 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 939:3

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

La. Oh for some Willow garlands.

Recorders.

Enter Page and Master Bon.

Lo. This is my boy, how now sirra?

Pa. My Lord I am employ'd in a devise;

<sings> Roome for the melancholy wight,
Some doe call him willow Knight,
Who this paines hath undertaken,
To finde out lovers are forsaken,
Whose heads, because but little witted,
Shall with Garlands straight be fitted.
Speake who are tost on Cupids Billowes,
And receive the Crowne of willowes,
This way, that way, round about,
Keepe your heads from breaking out.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSLT1

First line: God of war to Cupid yield

Source Edition: Love Tricks, Or, The School of Complements (1667), 2.1, pp.10-1.

First performed: 9 May 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1678:08 (original at UMI(1) 939:8 (1631)).

Author: Anonymous (adaptation of James Shirley's 'The Schoole of Complements', 1625).

Lyrics: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

<NOTE: This, and all the other songs in the play, are taken verbatim from Shirley's original >.

Ruf. Look you can you read, I made a ditty to send to my Mistress, and my Musician that I keep in my house, to teach my Daughter, hath set it to a very good aire, he tels me: you shall hear and judge of it, I hear him tuning his Instrument.

A Song.

God of War to Cupid yield,
He is Master of the field,
He with Arrow hits the heart,
Thou with Lance the worser part.

Cupid greater is then Jove,
Since he wounded was with love,
Nay, in power by much ods
He excels the other gods.

Love transform'd Jove to a Swan,
Made Ulysses a mad-man,
But Rufaldo it does make
Young for his Selinas sake.

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Item Code: JSLT2

First line: Turn Amarilis to thy swain

Source Edition: Love Tricks, Or, The School of Complements (1667), 3.1, p.29.

First performed: 9 May 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1678:08 (original at UMI(1) 939:8 (1631)).

Author: Anonymous (adaptation of James Shirley's 'The Schoole of Complements', 1625).

Composer: John Hilton ( nwc)

Lyrics: James Shirley

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.361, n.3485 [Music] Playford, John, A Musicall Banquet, Book 3: Musick and Mirth, 1651, p.8 (UMI(2) 286:18), and numerous others.

Text of song:

<NOTE: This, and all the other songs in the play, are taken verbatim from Shirley's original>.

Gasp. <...> Turn, Amarilis, to thy Swane,
Thy Damon calls thee back again,
Here is pretty Arbor by,
Where Apollo cannot pry,
Here let's sit, and while I play
Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay.

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Item Code: JSLT3

First line: Let not ought your soul annoy

Source Edition: Love Tricks, Or, The School of Complements (1667), 5.1, p.49.

First performed: 9 May 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1678:08 (original at UMI(1) 939:8 (1631)).

Author: Anonymous (adaptation of James Shirley's 'The Schoole of Complements', 1625).

Composer: <John Hilton, see note below>

Lyrics: James Shirley

Source/s of Music:

Text of song:

<NOTE: This, and all the other songs in the play, are taken verbatim from Shirley's original >.

Sel. <...> Let not ought your soul annoy,
You that Virgin shall enjoy,
That you first lov'd, who doth wait
To make your wishes fortunate,
And ere the Sun declines to West,
You may be with marriage blest.

<NOTE: There is no stage direction to indicate that this is a song, other than its being in italics. However, given that JSLT2 is very similar in structure, it suggests not only that it was sung, but that the same music may have been used>.

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Item Code: JSLT4

First line: If your name Cornelio be

Source Edition: Love Tricks, Or, The School of Complements (1667), 5.1, p.52.

First performed: 9 May 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1678:08 (original at UMI(1) 939:8 (1631)).

Author: Anonymous (adaptation of James Shirley's 'The Schoole of Complements', 1625).

Lyrics: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

<NOTE: This, and all the other songs in the play, are taken verbatim from Shirley's original>.

Shep. If your name Cornelio be,
Contentment and felicity
I bring you: I am sent from one
That doth call himself your son,
Young Antonio, who thus low
Would beg your blessing, prays that no
Affliction too much you dismay
For his absence, bad me say,
If you daine suspend your care,
A few hours, and repaire
Unto the place of Shepherds by,
To grace their pleasures with your eye,
Antonio will himself declare,
Faithfully what causes were
Of his absence, and requite
These colours with a fresh delight:
And so farewel. This is all:
Back again I hear them call.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSLT5

First line: Wood-men shepherds come away

Source Edition: Love Tricks, Or, The School of Complements (1667), 5.1, p.52.

First performed: 9 May 1667 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1678:08 (original at UMI(1) 939:8 (1631)).

Author: Anonymous (adaptation of James Shirley's 'The Schoole of Complements', 1625).

Lyrics: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

<NOTE: This, and all ofthe other songs in the play, are taken verbatim from Shirley's original>.

Cor. Oh, no more shotting at that butt: hark, I hear the Shepherds Musick, and voice too, lets sit down I pray, Antonio keep thy word.

Musick. Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses with garlands.

SONG.

<1 Shep.> Wood-men Shepherds, come away,
This is Pans great holy-day,
Throw off cares,
With your heaven aspiring airs
Help us sing
While valleys with your Ecchos ring.
2 <Shep.> Nymphs that dwell within these groves,
Leave your Arbors, bring your loves,
gather posies,
Crown your golden hair with Roses,
As you pass
Foot like Fayries on the grass.
3 <Shep.> Joy drown our bowers, Philomel,
Leave of Tereus rape to tell,
Let trees dance,
As they at Thracian Lire did once,
Mountains play,
This is the Shepherds holiday.

Dance. The song ended, Enter a mask of Satyrs, &c. and dance. Enter a Shepherdess with a white rod.

1 Shep. Post hence Satyres and give way,
For fairer souls to grace the day,
And this presence, whip the air
With new ravishings, hence with care,
By the forelock hold Time fast,
Lest occasion slip too fast
Away from us, joys here distill.
Pleasures all your bosoms fill.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSTBIAC1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Bird in a Cage (1633), 3.1, sig.F3r.

First Performed: revived? (assigned to Duke's Company, see L.S., p.140)

UMI(1) reel no.: 938:5

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Don. <...> Now would I give all my jewels for the sight of a paire of Breeches, though there were nothing in em.

Song.

This but feedes our dulnesse, shall we dance Madam and stirre our selves.

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Item Code: JSTBIAC2

First line: There was an invisible fox by chance

Source Edition: The Bird in a Cage (1633), 4.1, sig.G2v-G3r.

First Performed: revived? (assigned to Duke's Company, see L.S., p.140)

UMI(1) reel no.: 938:5

Author: James Shirley

Composer: John Hilton ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.347, n.3238 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), p.66 (UMI(2) 148:6).

Text of song:

Mor. 'Twas well guest, and I can but hit oth' Tune.

There was an Invisible Foxe by chance,
Did meet with two visible Geese,
He led em a fine invisible dance,
For a hundred crownes a peece.
Invisible all but his hand he would goe,
But when it came to be tride,
Not onely his hand which was left he did show,
But a faire paire of heeles beside.
Invisible since their wits have beene,
But yet there is hope of eyther,
Their wit and their Crownes may returne againe,
Invisible altogether.

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Item Code: JSTBIAC3

First line: Among all sorts of people

Source Edition: The Bird in a Cage (1633), 5.1, sig.I1v-I2r.

First Performed: revived? (assigned to Duke's Company, see L.S., p.140)

UMI(1) reel no.: 938:5

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Song.

Among all sorts of people
the matter if we looke well to,
The Foole is the best, he from the rest.
will carry away the Bell too.
All places he is free of,
and fooles it without blushing
At Maskes and Playes, is not the Bayes
thrust out, to let the plush in.
Your foole is fine, he's merry,
and of all men doth feare least,
At every word he Jests with my Lord,
and sickles my Lady in earnest:
The foole doth passe the Guard now,
he'l kisse his hand and leg it,
When wisemen prate, and forfeit their state,
who but the fine foole will beg it.
He without feare can walke in,
the streets that are so stonie,
Your Gallant sneakes, your Marchant breakes,
he's a Foole that does owe no mony.

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Item Code: JSTC1

First line: Come my Daphne come away

Source Edition: The Cardinal (1653), 5.1, pp.63-4.

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

UMI(2) reel no.: 160:4 ('Six New Plays', 1653)

Author: James Shirley

Composer: William Lawes

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.202, n.687 [Music] Playford, John, Select Musicall Ayres and Dialogues, Part Two (1652), pp.6-7 (part two not appended to UMI(2) microfilm copy). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Her. Gentle Lady,---a voice too?

Song within.

S. Come my Daphne, come away,
We do wast the Crystal day;
'Tis Strephon calls.
Da. What says my love?
S. Come follow to the Mirtle Grove,
Where Venus shall prepare
New Chaplets for thy hair.
D. Were I shut up within a Tree,
I'd rend my bark to follow thee.
S. My Shepherdess, make hast,
The minutes slide too fast:
D. In those cooler shades will I
Blind, as Cupid, kiss thine ey.
S. In thy bosome then I'l stay,
In such warm Snow who would not lose his way.
Chor. We'l laugh and leave the world behind,
And Gods themselves that see,
Shall envy thee, and me;
But never find
Such joys, when they embrace a Deity.

<Her. speaks> If at this distance I distinguish, 'tis not
Church musick, and the air's wanton, and no Anthem
Sung to't, but some strange Ode of love, and kisses,
What should this mean? <...>

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Item Code: JSTCFPC1

First line: Come brother let's drink what ever you think

Source Edition: The Converts; or, The Folly of Priest-Craft (1690), 5.1, pp.56-7.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 734:25

Author: J.S.

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

Text of song:

[A Noise of Singing and Huzzaing behind the Scenes.

<Pol. ...> But what noise is this! O'my Conscience the Rabble are got into the next Room, I shall be torn in pieces before succours can come.

A Song behind the Scenes, suppos'd to be Sung by the Rabble.

Come Brother let's Drink, what ever you think,
Politico's Noddle is empty:
We'll knock out his Brains; in the Skull that remains
We'll drink Sack and Claret in plenty.

His Flesh we will eat, it is excellent Meat,
His Blood shall serve us for Drinking;
His Bones we will pair, till they are so bare,
There shall be no danger of Stinking.

Pol. Bllody Rogues! Villains! they make me tremble, but I shall shortly have the pleasure to see them all hang'd.

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Item Code: JSTCS1

First line: What help of tongue need they require

Source Edition: The Court Secret (1653), 1.1, pp.14-5.

First performed: revived by one of the companies on 18 August 1664 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 160:4 ('Six New Playes', 1653).

Author: James Shirley

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.370, n.3640. [Music] Robert King, A Second Booke of Songs, 1695 (UMI(2) 1991:04) pp.41-2. Some of the lyrics in the score differ from those in the play.

Text of song:

Ma. <...> Or if you still be silent, I'll secure
My fate, and teach your hand without a voyce
To chant a Song to Hymen.

What help of tongue need they require,
Or use of other art,
Whose hands thus speak their chast desire,
And grasp each others heart?
Weak is that chain that's made of air,
Our tongues but chafe our breath,
When Palms thus meet, there's no despair
To make a double wreath.
Give but a sigh, a speaking look,
I care not for more noise,
Or let me kiss your hand, the Book,
And I have made my choyce.

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Item Code: JSTG1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Goblins (1646), 2.1, p.16.

First Performed: revived 24 January 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16

Author: Sir John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Phi. The lightest aires; 'twill make them
More secure,---
Upon my life hee'le visite her to night.---

Musick plaies and sings.

Prince. <speaks> Nor shee, nor any lesser light
Appeares,---
The calme and silence 'bout the place,
Perswardes me shee does sleep.

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Item Code: JSTG2

First line: Welcome welcome mortal wight

Source Edition: The Goblins (1646), 3.1, p.22.

First Performed: revived 24 January 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16

Author: Sir John Suckling

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

Text of song:

Per. Bring him forth, bring him forth;
(They dance about him and sing

Welcome, welcome, mortall wight,
To the Mansion of the night:
Good or bad, thy life discover
Truly all thy deeds declare;
For about thee Spirits hover
That can tell, tell what they are.
---Pinch him, if he speake not true,
---Pinch him, pinch him black and blew,

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Item Code: JSTG3

First line: Some drink what boy some drink

Source Edition: The Goblins (1646), 3.1, p.25.

First Performed: revived 24 January 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: William Lawes ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.335, n.3024 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), p.66 (UMI(2) 148:6)

Text of song:

Sam. Desperate wounds must have desperate
Cures, extreames must thus be serv'd,---
You know your parts,
Feare not, let us alone.---

Sings a Catch.

Some drinke,---what Boy,---some drinke---
Fill it up, fill it up to the brinke,
When the Pots crie clinke,
And the Pockets chinke,
Then 'tis a merry world.
To the best, to the best, have at her.
And Pox take the Woman-hater.---

<speaks> The Prince of darknesse is a Gentleman,
Mahu, Mohu is his name,
How d'you Sir?
You gape as you were sleepy,
Good faith he lookes like an---O yes.

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Item Code: JSTG4

First line: A round [Prithee sirrah try thy skill]

Source Edition: The Goblins (1646), 3.1, p.26.

First Performed: revived 24 January 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: Edmund Nelham ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.324, n.2828 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), p.73 (UMI(2) 148:6) et al.

Text of song:

Pell. Shall I so?---Why then foutree for the Guise,
Saines shall accrew, and ours shall be,
The black ey'd beauties of the time,
I'le ticke you for old ends of Plates:---

<Stage direction> They sing,---

A Round,---A Round,---A Round,---
A Round,---A Round,---A Round---

(Knock)

<speaks> Some bodie's at doore.

<sings> Preethee, preethee, Sirra, Sirra,
Trie thy skill.

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Item Code: JSTG5

First line: A health to the nut brown lass

Source Edition: The Goblins (1646), 3.1, p.27.

First Performed: revived 24 January 1667 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 369:16

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.237, n.1310 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1685), no.18 (UMI(2) 357:12) et al.

Text of song:

Na. <...> Another song, and so let's go,
It will be time.

---Sing.---

A health to the Nut browne Lasse,
With the hazell eyes let it passe.
Shee that has good eyes
Has good thighs,
Let it passe,---let it passe.---

Amuch to the lively Grey,
'Tis as good it'h night as the day.
Shee that has good eyes,
Has good thighs,
Drinke away,---drinke away.---

I pledge, I pledge, what ho some Wine,
Here's to thine, and to thine,
The colours are Divine.---
But oh the blacke, the black
Give me as much agen, and let't be Sacke:
Shee that has good Eyes,
Has good Thighs,
And it may be a better knack.---

Na. A reckoning Boy.--- (They knock)
There.--- (paies him)

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Item Code: JSTO1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Opportunity (1640), 2.1, npn.

First Performed: revived 26 November 1660 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 939:6

Author: James Shirley

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

Text of song:

Fer. Tis the new ague Borgia
That shakes the court, how confidently he talkes
To himselfe, a light strikes from the Dutchesse window
And mucsike; Ile observe, the gallant may
Have some appointment.

Song.

Cornelia above.

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Item Code: JSTSO1

First line: Come away to the tavern I say

Source Edition: The Sad One (1646).

First Performed: revived?

UMI reel no.: Not filmed?

Author: Sir John Suckling

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.197, n.605 [Music] A Musicall Banquet (1651), III.10 (UMI(2) 286:18) et al.

Text of song:

Come, come away, to the Tavern I say,
For now at home 'tis washing day,
Leave your pritle prattle,
And fill us a Pottle,
You are not so wise as Aristotle.
Drawer come away, let's make it a holy day,
Anon, anon, anon, Sir, what is't you say?

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Item Code: JSWHTH1

First line: Sweet Caelia look down from your window

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 1.1, pp.2-3.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Enter to them severall with Tongs, Gridirons, and suck like Instruments; Two with a Kettle on their Shoulders on a Coulstaff, They all sit down round the Kettle, and sing and play; Footmen howls when they sing.

Sr. John. Under this window, do you hear fellows.

Song.

1.

Sweet Caelia look down from your window
See how we our Claret environ;
How we take off our Glass,
At the sound of our brass,
And th' harmony of our cold Iron.

Chor. Strike up merry boys
With your tongs and your keys,
My Kettle I'le twank in the Chorus:
We'le scour ev'ry street,
And kick all we meet,
And drive the whole World before us.

2.

The Cupids all hover around us,
And then on your Casement they settle;
As huge Clusters of Bees,
Hang on twigs of green Trees,
Charm'd with the sweet sound of my Kettle.

Chor. Strike up merry boys, &c.

3.

Ah Caelia look down from your window,
And view your poor Lover a Strowling,
How for puss I by night,
Quarrell, scratch, brawl and fight.
There's no Love to true Caterwauling.

Chor. Strike up merry boys, &c.

At every Chorus one drinks; the rest Sing and Play on their Tongs, &c. Footmen howls at the last Chorus.

Sr. John, Admirable humour I'Gad. It is time to retire <...>

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Item Code: JSWHTH2

First line: I show'd 'em such money as made 'em all mad

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 1.3., p.8.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Toby. Yes Sir; well Sir, I say no more;--You'r a happy man.
Sings: I shew'd 'em such money as made 'em all mad,
But they're quite deceiv'd in Toby, &c.

Craft. I'me glad <...>

Toby. <...> and so he Intends to lye round with all the women in the Town by degrees.

[pulls out his money and sings as before.

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Item Code: JSWHTH3

First line: I took her by the lily white hand

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 1.3., pp.8-9.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Toby. <...> O when shall I come into the Closet of your affections?

Sings.

I took her by the Lilly white hand,
And led her into the Garden,
I kiss'd her once and kiss'd her twice,
For four-pence half-penny farthing.

Turns her round first on one side and kisses her, and then on the other side and kisses her.

Primr. Come, pray Mr. Toby <...>

Toby. <...>The old Fools still pass best, and are more taking.

[And I took her, &c. leads her out Dancing.

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Item Code: JSWHTH4

First line: Forbear fond god forbear your dart

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Loveb. <...> I came to wait on you to present you with a new Song.

Song:

<1.>

Forbear fond God, forbear your Dart,
Seek not to wound a dying heart:
At Cloe's feet it gasping lyes,
A bleeding Victim to her Conquering Eyes.

2.

From her Death's such a pleasing Pain,
I'de only live to dye again:
With joy to him, the blow is given,
That has so near a prospect of his heav'n.

3.

You and the little Loves all fly
To light their Torches at her eye;
By her alone, your Empires thrive,
This Vestall keeps Loves Sacred fire alive.

4.

Then Cloe, 'tis not strange that you
Weak Mortalls, Yeilding hearts Subdue;
Since you another Venus prove,
And give new being to the God of Love.

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Item Code: JSWHTH5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 2.1, p.17.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Sr. John. The Son of a whore my Taylor, Madam; has cut my Coat damnable ill. Bungling Puppy; He has no Genius Madam: The fancy was wholly mine: How do you like it?--But for the proportion of my Body the Rascal has render'd me ridiculous.

[All this while Sr. John views himself, tours and flings his wig; sometimes singing, or whistling or Dancing.

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Item Code: JSWHTH6

First line: My love and I did lately sit

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 2.1, p.18.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Wasp. Come, come, I protest, Confess, Confess; I know who spake of, who last; when somebody went to Bed; and first when she rose this morning; ha! ha! you little Fubs you; you Pug you; I'le bite you; I'le bite you [He sings and Dances ridiculously.

My Love and I, did lately sit,
Playing for sport, at Cherry-pit;
She threw, I cast, and having thrown,
I got the pit, and she the Stone.

<speaks> Good I protest, very good I protests:<sings> I got the pit, &c.

[repeats o're the verse 2 or 3 times.

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Item Code: JSWHTH7

First line: What will you do for the king

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 2.1, p.19.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Wasp. Ah! I protest; I knew you lik'd my humours; you little Fubs you, I'm sure you like my humours.

[He proposes and answers himself: what will you do for the K.? what will you do for his Foes?

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JSWHTH8

First line: Of all delights the earth does yield

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Dulh. Is not this pleasant forsooth? Sun, Moon, and Seven Stars, how do you like me now?-- [Sings: of all Delights the Earth does yield.

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Item Code: JSWHTH9

First line: Strephon the brisk and gay

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 3.1, pp.29-30.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Sr. John. Go fetch the fiddles in.-- [to Donnell.

Donnell. Ay, upon my Maker will I joy; and dance all the way.

[He dances out; then brings in all the Fiddles ty'd aboud his wast,
[the Fidlers follow, he pushes them back.

Ay by my Shoul <sic>, you must not come in, my Master did but send for the Fiddles look thee---[they take their Fiddles, one sings the Song, some play soft with it.

Sr. John. Sing the Song I order'd you.

Song. [All this while Sr. John walks about admiring himself & humouring the Song with Gestures.

<1.>

Strephon the brisk and gay,
Young Strephons Natures wonder,
Whose eyes let forth, bright flames of Day,
Whose ev'ry look does Souls betray,
Or splits an heart asunder.

2.

Strephon has ev'ry Grace,
And wears 'em still about him,
The Nimphs whose greedy eye doe's trace
The Swarming Beauties of his face,
Yields heav'ns no heav'n without him.

3.

Who views his Miene or Air,
The lovely youth Confounds her,
He is so Charming, and so fair,
The heedless virgin Unaware,
Plays with the darts that wounds her.

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Item Code: JSWHTH10

First line: I show'd 'em such (reprise)

Source Edition: Win Her and Take Her, or Old Fools will be Medling (1691), 4.1, p.33.

First performed: 1691 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1213:13

Author: John Smythe (or Cave Underhill?)

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

Text of song:

Toby. I fly, I flye, Sir: [Exit Singing] I shew'd 'em such,&c.

<NOTE: This song is a reprise of JSWHTH2>.

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Item Code: JTTR1

First line: Though the morning was wet

Source Edition: The Rump, or The Mirror of the Late Times (1660), 1.1, pp.4-5.

First performed: May or June 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 370:7 et al.

Author: John Tatham

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

Text of song:

1. Souldier. Bring us Wine there, come who sings?

A Song for the Souldiers.

<I.>

2. Soul. Though the Morning was wet,
We are merrily met
In a house more dry then Our skin, Boys;
Wee'l drink down the day,
Ne're question Our Pay,
Let them heartily laugh out that win, Boys:
Chor. Then drink a full Brimmer to him that intends
For the good of the Souldier to labour his ends.

II.

Let let him flatter and lie,
What is't to thee or I,
And Ape Noll in ev'ry Condition;
If we thrive upon't,
Let all the world want,
And the City kneel down and petition:
Chor. Then drink a full Brimmer to him that intends,
For the good of the Souldier to labour his ends.

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Item Code: JTTR2

First line: We came from Scotland with a small force

Source Edition: The Rump, or The Mirror of the Late Times (1660), 5.1, p.62.

First performed: May or June 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 370:7 et al.

Author: John Tatham

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

Text of song:

Frenchman. Furboone begarr now give me de merry Song, me give you de Larsban.

Musicians play a short Lesson.

Souldiers. Have you this Song? We came from Scotland.

Musicians. Yes, Sir.

Frenchman. Begarr me vill have a dat.
We came from Scotland with a small force,
With a hey down down a down a,
But with hearts far truer then steel;
We got by my fay,
The Glory oth'day,
Yet no man a hurt did feel:
[All sing the tune, and throw their hats about their heads.]

When Bertlam first our Army did face,
Hey down down a down a,
He look'd as fierce as the Divel;
We feared a Rout,
But he Wheeled about,
The Gentleman was so Civil:
[All sing the tune again.]

Our General Marcht with the Countreys love,
VVith a hey down down a down a,
All persons to him did address;
Small money we spent,
For we found as we VVent,
Good friends, and here find no less.
[Sing all again.]

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Item Code: JTTR3

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Rump, or The Mirror of the Late Times (1660), 5.1, p.63.

First performed: May or June 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 370:7 et al.

Author: John Tatham

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

Text of song:

Frenchman. Me vill have none of dat, me vill have a de Corrant of de foot sa saw, come Metress lend a [sings a tune.] me your hand, courage courage Metress.

[they dance.]

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Item Code: JTTUS1

First line: All hail to fair Caelia for I will adore

Source Edition: The Unfortunate Shepherd (1685), 2.1, pp.94-5.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 196:6

Author: John Tutchin

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

Text of song:

With Musick. Come Lads, begin the pleasant Song,
Was whilsome sung to Caelia on the Green. [They Sing.

SONG I.

I.

All Hail, to Fair Caelia! for I will adore
Not Venus her self, nor a Goddess no more:
To Caelia, to Caelia my Vows shall be paid;
And all Sacred Oaths, that Lovers have made.

II.

She makes Summer to smile, and the Winter to thaw,
And keeps the fierce course of Nature in awe.
The Melancholy Gods are made brisk by her Charms;
And languishing Mortals revive in her Arms.

III.

She sits on the Bank, the Forrest does view;
With her Rosie Mouth she sips of the Dew:
She gathers the Violet, and Rose of the Field;
But none, as her self, such Rich Incense can yield.

IV.

She never is Cruel, nor never Unkind;
No Angry Thought perplexeth her Mind:
Then who wou'd complain of the Chains of her Love,
When every Link a Cupid does prove?

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Item Code: JTTUS2

First line: By the side of a mountain my dwelling shall be

Source Edition: The Unfortunate Shepherd (1685), 2.1, pp.95-7.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 196:6

Author: John Tutchin

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

Text of song:

Dametas Sings.

SONG II.

I.

By the side of a Mountain, my dwelling shall be
In an old hollow Tree;
With age, with age grown rusty as I.
With a hole for a Window, from whence I survey,
The neighb'ring Groves, where evry day
The amorous Nymphs, and Shepherds do play.
Thus warm and still,
In my close wooden shell,
Secure from Storms and Tempests I lye.
The sullen old Scrub,
That dwelt in a Tub,
Was never so Merry, so Merry as I.

II.

On a Pipe as old as my self I Play:
When some good Lady Mag-Pye, or Mistress Jay,
Resort to my boughs for shade,
I strike up a Serenade,
And fright my Guests away.
In my hollow old Tree you would wonder;
My Musick roars like Thunder:
Secure from Storms and Tempests I lye.
The sullen old Scrub,
That dwelt in a Tub,
Was never so Merry, so Merry as I.

III.

Here free from Care, and Kingly disasters;
From chiding of Servants, and pleasing of Masters.
I'm a Common-wealth alone,
Mounted on a Wooden Throne:
Id' enjoy more Peace than on a Golden one.
My Kitchin, my Parlour, and Chappel's together;
Where I Pray, and I Banquet, and keep from the Weather.
Full fraught with Pleasure, my hours I keep,
And in the Night season supinely I sleep:
And thus undisturb'd, I quietly lye.
The sullen old Scrub,
That dwelt in a Tub,
Was never so Merry, so Merry as I.

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Item Code: JTTUS3

First line: Then hail ye shepherds free from cares

Source Edition: The Unfortunate Shepherd (1685), 3.1, pp.104-6.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 196:6

Author: John Tutchin

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

Text of song:

[Damaetas Sings.

SONG.

I.

Then hail ye Shepherds! free from Cares,
Free from Passions, free from Fears!
Phillis Loves, and Phillis may
A greater Bliss to us convey,
Than what painted Sylvia brings,
To the costly Bed of Kings.

II.

Kings are Gods; so let them be;
Still they're from my Envy free.
We can sport, and spend the Nights,
In no less udisturb'd delights.
A calm Voyage we can prove,
O're the Hellespont of Love.

III.
The Beechen Bowl no poison hath:
'Tis Gold and Silver make up Death.
Behind these Walls no Bullies slide;
'Tis Arras does the Traytor hide.
No wanton She was here Embrac'd:
At Court no Woman e're prov'd Chast.

IV.

Virtue here, in pomp Array'd,
Is the Beauty of each Maid.
No Ornaments but homely Stuff,
Serves to set poor Phillis off:
Yet as fair, as sweet she's seen,
As the Beauteous Paphian Queen.

V.

Then hail ye Shepherds! free from Cares,
Free from Passions, free from Fears!
Hail ye Nymphs! as kind as Day,
Fair as Spring, and sweet as May!
Your old Damaetas still shall raise
A living Structure to your Praise.

Thyr. We than you, Father.

Cor. How well he Sings! Sure he grows young again!

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Item Code: JVA1

First line: A hungry goat who had not eat

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 1.1, pp.5-6

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEsop. I'll tell you, Sir.

A Hungry Goat, who had not eat,
Some Nights and Days---(for want of meat)
Was kindly brought at last
By Providence's Care
To better Chear,
After a more than Penitential Fast.

He found a Barn, well stor'd with Grain,
To enter in requir'd some pain,
But a Delicious Bait
Makes the way easy, though the pass is strait.

Our Guest observing various Meats,
He puts on a good Modish Face,
He takes his place,
He ne'er says Grace,
But where he likes, he there falls to, and eats.

At length with jaded Teeth and Jaws,
He made a pawse,
And finding still some Room,
Fell too as he had done before,
For time to come, lay'd in his store;
And when his Guts cou'd hold no more,
He thought of going home.

But here he met the Gluttons Curse,
He found his Belly grown so great,
'Twas vain to think of a Retreat,
'Till he had render'd all h' ad eat,
And well he far'd no worse.

<speaks> To the Application, Governour.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA2

First line: Once on a time a nightingale

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 1.1, pp.11-2.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song: Once on a time, a Nightingale
To Changes prone:
Unconstant, Fickle, Whimsical,
(A Female one:)
Who sung like Others of her kind,
Hearing a Well-taught Linnet's Aires,
Had other matters in her mind,
To imitate him she prepares.
Her Fancy strait was on the Wing:
I fly, quoth she,
As well as he;
I don't know why,
I shou'd not try,
As well as he, to sing.
From that day forth, she chang'd her Note,
She spoil'd her Voice, she strain'd her Throat:
She did, as Learned Women do,
Till every thing,
That heard her sing,
Wou'd run away from her---as I from you.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA3

First line: Once on a time the hands and feet

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 2.1, p.20.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEsop. I'll tell you a story, Country-men.

Once on a time, the Hands and Feet,
As Mutineers, grew mighty great,
They met, caball'd, and talk't of Treason,
They swore by Jove, they knew no reason,
The Belly shou'd have all the meat,
It was a damn'd Notorious Cheat,
They did the Work, and---Death and Hell; They'd eat.

The Belly, who ador'd good Chear,
Had like t' have dy'd away for fear:
Quoth he, good folks, you little know,
What 'tis you are about to do;
If I am starv'd, what will become of you?

We neither know nor care, cry'd they,
But this we will be bold to say,
We'll see you damn'd
Before we'll work,
And you receive the Pay.

With that the Hands, to pocket went,
Full Wrist-band deep,
The Legs and Feet fell fast a sleep:
Their Liberty they had redeem'd,
And all except the Belly seem'd
Extreamly well content.

But mark what follow'd; 'Twas not long
Before the right became the wrong,
The Mutineers were grown so Weak,
They found 'twas more than time to squeak.
They call for Work, but 'twas too late.
The stomach, (like an Aged Maid,
Shrunk up, for wan't of human aid)
The Common Debt of Nature paid,
And with it's Destiny, entrain'd their Fate.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA4

First line: And dawn it merrily goes my lad

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 2.1, p.23.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEsop. You have good drink?

Ro. 'Zbud the best i'th' Parish. (Singing) And dawne it merrily goes, my Lad, and dawne it merrily goes.

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Item Code: JVA5

First line: A crab-fish once her daughter told

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 3.1, p.33-4.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEs. Why truly, Lady, I think it one of the most Natural Businesses I have met with a great while. I'll tell you a Story.

A Crab-fish once her Daughter told,
(In terms that savour'd much of Scold)
She cou'd not bare to see her go,
Sidle, sidle, too and fro;
The Devil's in the Wench, quoth she,
When so much Money has been paid,
To polish you like me;
It makes me almost mad to see,
Y'are still so aukward an ungainly Jade.

Her Daughter smil'd, and look'd askew,
She answer'd, (for to give her her due)
Pertly, as most Folks Daughters do,
Madam, Your Ladiship, quoth she,
Is pleas'd to blame in me,
What, on Enquiry you may find
Admits a passable Excuse,
From a Proverb much in use,
That Cat will after kind.

Am. Sir, I took you to be a Man better bred, than to liken a Lady to a Crab-fish.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA6

First line: A peacock once of splendid show

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 3.1, pp.39-40.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEs. <...> But since to Marriage there's annext this dreadful Word, For Ever; the following Example ought to move you.

A Peacock once, of splendid show,
Gay, gawdy, foppish, vain---a Beau,
Attackt a fond young Pheasants Heart
With such Success,
He pleas'd her, though he made her smart;
He pierct her with so much Address,
She Smil'd the Moment that he fix't his Dart.

A Cookow in a Neighb'ring Tree,
Rich, honest, ugly, old,---like me,
Lov'd her, as he lov'd his Life:
No pamper'd Priest, e'er study'd more,
To make a virtuous Nun a Whore,
Then he to get her for his Wife
But all his Offers still were vain,
His Limbs were weak, his Face was plain,
Beauty, Youth and Vigour weigh'd,
With the warm desiring Maid,
No Bird she cry'd wou'd serve her turn,
But what cou'd quench as well as burn,
She'd have a young Gallant; so one she had.
But e'er a Month was come and gone,
The Bride began to change her tone,
She found a young Gallant was an Inconstant one.
She wander'd to a Neighb'ring Grove,
Where after musing long on Love,
She told her Confident, she found
When for ones Life one must be bound,
(Tho Youth indeed was a delicious Bait;)
An Aged Husband, Rich, tho' Plain,
Wou'd give a slavish Wife less pain,
And what was more, was sooner slain,
Which was a thing of Weight.

Behold young Lady here; The Cookow of the Fable <...>

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA7

First line: A crawling toad all speckled o'er

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 4.1, p.45.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEs. And this, Madam, is my Answer.

A crawling Toad, all speckled o'er,
Vain, gaudy, painted, patch'd,---a Whore,
Seeing a well-fed Ox hard by,
Regards him with an envious Eye,
And (as the Poets tell;)
Ye Gods I cannot bare't, quoth she,
I'll burst, or be as big as he,
And so began to Swell.

Her Friends and Kindred round her came,
They shew'd her she was much to blame,
The thing was out of reach.
She told 'em they were busie Folks,
And when her Husband wou'd have spoke,
She bid him kiss her B---
With that they all e'en gave her o'er,
And She persisted as before,
'Till with a deal of strife,
She swell'd at last, so much her Spleen,
She burst, like one, that we have seen,
Who was a Scrivener's Wife.

<speaks> This, Widow, I take to be your Case <...>

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA8

First line: A cook one day who had been drinking

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 4.1, pp.53-4.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEs. In a word, be mild. For nothing else will do you Service. Good Manners and soft words have brought many a difficult thing to pass. Therefore hear me patiently.

A Cook one Day, who had been drinking,
(Only as many times you know,
You spruce young witty Beaux will do,
T avoid the dreadful pain of Thinking)
Had Orders sent him to behead
A Goose, like any Chaplain fed.
He took such Pains, to set his Knife right,
'T had done one good t'have lost ones Life by't.
But many Men, have many Minds,
There's various Tasts, in various Kinds,
A Swan (who by mistake he seiz'd)
With wretched Life was better pleas'd.
For as he went to give the Blow,
In tuneful Notes, she let him know,
She neither was a Goose, nor wisht
To make her Exit so.

The Cook (who thought of nought but Blood,
Except it were the Grease,
For that you know's his Fees)

To hear her Sing, in Great Amazement stood.
Cods Fish, Quoth he, 'twas well you spoak
For I was just, upon the stroak.
Your Feathers have so much of Goose,
A Drunken Cook, cou'd do no less,
Then think you one: That you'll Confess.
But y' ave a Voice, so soft, so sweet,
That rather then you shall be eat,
The House shall Starve, for want of Meat
And so he turn'd her loose.

(To Or. Now Sir; what say you? VVill you be the Swan, or the Goose?

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: JVA9

First line: Dol de tol dol dol dol de tol dol

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 5.1, p.66.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

L. Singing.] Dol, de tol dol, dol dol, de tol dol:
Lilly Burleighre's lodg'd in a Bough.

Enter a Troop of Musicians, Dancers, &c.

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Item Code: JVA10

First line: Why so cold and why so coy

Source Edition: Aesop (1696), 5.1, pp.72-3.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 402:14 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

AEsope leads the Bride to her Place. All being seated, there's a short Consort of Hautboys, Trumpets, &c. After which a Danee between an Old Man and a young Woman, who shuns him still as he comes near her. At last he stops, and begins this Dialogue; which they sing together.

Old Man. Why so Cold, and why so Coy.
What I want in Youth and Fire,
I have in Love and in Desire:
To my Arms, my Love, my Joy;
Why so Cold, and why so Coy?

Woman. 'Tis Sympathy perhaps with you;
You are Cold, and I'm so too.

Old Man. My Years alone have froze my Blood;
Youthful Heat in Female Charms,
Glowing in my Aged Arms,
Wou'd melt it down once more into a Flood.

Woman. Women, alas, like Flints, ne'er burn alone,
To make a Virgin know,
There's Fire within the Stone,
Some Manly Steel must boldly strike the Blow.

Old Man. Assist me only with your Charms,
You'll find I'm Man, and still am bold;
You'll find I still can strike, tho' old:
I only want your Aid to raise my Arm.

Enter a Youth who seizes on the young Woman.

Youth. Who talks of Charms, who talks of Aid
I bring an Arm
That wants no Charm,
To rouse the Fire that's in a Flinty Maid.
Retire Old Age.

Woman. ---Winter be gone:
Behold the Youthful Spring comes gayly on.
Here, here's a Torch, to light a Virgin's Fire:
To my Arms, my Love, my Joy;
When Women have what they desire,
They're neither Cold nor Coy.

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Item Code: JVTP1

First line: He call'd down his merry men all

Source Edition: The Pilgrim (1700), 4.1, p.28.

First Performed: 29 April 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2

Author: John Vanbrugh (and John Dryden--see JDTSM1 ff)

Lyrics: John Fletcher (see JFTP3 )

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

Text of song:

Alin. I'll tell you more, Sir.

[Sings.

He call'd down his merry men all,
By One, by Two, by Three.
William wou'd fain have been the First,
But now the Last is he.

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Item Code: JVTP2

First line: Look I see my love appear

Source Edition: The Pilgrim (1700), 5.1, pp.43-6.

First Performed: 29 April 1700

UMI(2) reel no.: 531:2

Author: John Vanbrugh (and John Dryden--see JDTSM1 ff)

Lyrics: John Dryden

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

Text of song:

SONG of a Scholar and his Mistriss, who being Cross'd by their Friends, fell Mad for one another; and now first meet in Bedlam.

Written by Mr. Dryden.

[Musick within.]

[The Lovers enter at Opposite Doors, each held by a Keeper.]

Phillis. Look, look, I see---I see my Love appear:
'Tis he---'Tis he alone;
For, like him, there is none:
'Tis the dear, dear Man, 'tis thee, Dear.

Amyntas. Hark! the Winds War;
The foamy Waves roar;
I see a Ship afar,
Tossing and Tossing, and making to the Shoar:
But what's that I View,
So Radiant of Hue,
St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the Sails?
Ah! No, no, no.
St. Hermo, Never, never shone so bright;
'Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a Light:
'Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the Ship alone,
For all the Winds are hush'd, and the Storm is over-blown.

Phillis. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his Arms.

Amyntas. If all the Fates combine,
And all the Furies join,
I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the Charm.

[Here they break from their Keepers; run to each other, and embrace.]

Phillis. Shall I Marry the Man I love?
And shall I conclude my Pains?
Now blest be the Powers above,
I feel the Blood bound in my Veins;
With a lively Leap it began to move,
And the Vapours leave my Brains.

Amyntas. Body join'd to Body, and Heart join'd to Heart,
To make sure of the Cure;
Go call the Man in Black, to mumble o're his part.
Phillis. But suppose he should stay---
Amyntas. At worst if he delay;
'Tis a Work must be done;
We'll borrow but a Day,
And the better the sooner begun.

CHORUS of Both.

At worst if he delay, &c.

[They run out together hand in hand.

<NOTE: Because this song precedes, and so is outside of the confines of,"The Secular Masque", it has been recorded as a file under Vanbrugh (with Dryden as lyricist), rather than under Dryden>.

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Item Code: JVTPW1

First line: Fly you happy shepherds fly

Source Edition: The Provok'd Wife (1697), 1.[2], pp.8-10.

First performed: Mid-April 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 299:18

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Lady Fan. <...> Here's a new Song made of me. And ready set too. O thou Welcome thing. (Kissing it) Call
Pipe hither, she shall Sing it instantly. Enter Pipe.
Here, Sing me this new Song, Pipe.

SONG.

I.

Fly, fly, you happy Shepherds, fly,
Avoid Philira's Charms;
The rigour of her heart denies
The Heaven that's in her Arms.
Ne'er hope to gaze and then retire,
Nor yielding, to be blest:
Nature who form'd her Eyes of Fire,
Of Ice Compos'd her Breast.

II.

Yet, lovely Maid, this once believe
A slave, whose Zeal you move:
The Gods Alas, your youth deceive;
Their Heaven consists in Love.

In spight of all the thanks you owe,
You may Reproach 'em this,
That where they did their Form bestow
They have deny'd their Bliss.

Lady Fan. Well, there may be faults, Madamoiselle, but the Design is so very obliging, 'twou'd be a matchless Ingratitude in me to discover 'em.

Madam. Ma foy Matam, I tink de Gentelman's Song tell you de trute. If you never Love, you never be Happy---Ah--- que l' aime l' amour moy.

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Item Code: JVTPW2

First line: Ah lovely nymph the world's on fire

Source Edition: The Provok'd Wife (1697), 2.[2], pp.22-3.

First performed: Mid-April 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 299:18

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Lady F. <...> So Mr. Treble, you have set my little Dialogue?

Treb. Yes, Madam, and I hope your Ladyship will be pleased with it.

Lady F. O, no doubt on't; for really Mr. Treble, you set all things to a Wonder: But your Musick is in particular Heavenly, when you have my words to cloath in't.

Treb. Your words themselves, Madam, have so much Musick in 'em they inspire me.

Lady F. Nay, now you make me blush, Mr. Treble; but pray let's hear what you have done.

Treb. You shall, Madam.

A Song to be Sung between a Man and a Woman.

M. Ah Lovely Nymph, the world's on Fire:
Viel, Veil those cruel Eyes.
W. The VVorld may then in Flames expire,
And boast that so it Dies.
M. But when all Mortals are destroy'd,
VVho then shall Sing your Praise?
W. Those who are fit to be employd:
The Gods shall Altars raise.

Treb. How do's your Ladship like it, Madam?

<The dialogue which follows relates to the song and links it to the next>.

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Item Code: JVTPW3

First line: Not an angel dwells above

Source Edition: The Provok'd Wife (1697), 2.[2], pp.23-4.

First performed: Mid-April 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 299:18

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Lady F. <...> Here Pipe. Make what Musique you can of this Song, here.

SONG.

<I.>

Not an Angel dwells above
Half so fair as her I Love:
Heaven knows how she'll receive me:
If she smiles, I'm blest indeed
If she frowns, I'm quickly freed;
Heaven knows, she ne'er can grieve me.

II.

None can Love her more than I,
Yet she ne'er shall make me die.
If my flame can never warm her;
Lasting Beauty, I'll adore,
I shall never Love her more,
Cruelty will so deform her.

<NOTE: Dialogue which follows relates to this song and singing in general>.

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Item Code: JVTPW4

First line: What a pother of late

Source Edition: The Provok'd Wife (1697), 3.[2], pp.37-8.

First performed: Mid-April 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 299:18

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Lord R. I'll Sing you a Song I made this morning to this purpose.

Sir J. 'Tis wicked I hope.

Col. B. Don't my Lord tell you he made it?

Sir J. Well then let's ha't.

Lord R. Sings.

I.

What a Pother of Late
Have they kept in the State
About setting our Consciences free.
A Bottle has more
Dispensation in Store,
Than the King and the State can decree.

II.

VVhen my Head's full of VVine,
I o'er flow with Design
And know no penal Laws that can curb me.
VVhat e'er I devise,
Seems good in my Eyes,
And Religion ne'er dares to disturb me.

III.

No saucy remorse
Intrudes in my Course,
Nor Impertinent notions of Evil:
So there's Claret in store,
In Peace I've my VVhore,
And in Peace I jog on to the Devil.

All Sing. So there's Claret, &c.

Lord R. (Rep.) And in Peace I jog on to the Devil.

Lord R. <speaks> Well, how do you like it, Gentlemen?

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Item Code: JVTPW5

First line: When yielding first to Damon's flame

Source Edition: The Provok'd Wife (1697), 5.[5], p.78.

First performed: Mid-April 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 299:18

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Const. But before you go, let me treat you pray with a Song, a new married Lady made within this Week; it may be of use to you both.

SONG.

1.

When yeilding first to Damon's flame
I sunk into his Arms,
He swore he'd ever be the same,
Then rifl'd all my Charms.
But fond of what h'ad long desir'd,
Too greedy of his Prey,
My Shepherds flame, alas, expir'd
Before the Virge of Day.

2.

My Innocence in Lovers Wars,
Reproach'd his quick defeat,
Confus'd, Asham'd, and Bath'd in Tears,
I mourn'd his Cold Retreat.
At length, Ah Shepherdess, cry'd he,
Wou'd you my Fire renew,
Alas you must retreat like me,
I'm lost if you pursue.

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Item Code: JVTR1

First line: I smile at love and all its arts

Source Edition: The Relapse; or Virtue in Danger (1696), 4.1, pp.67-8.

First performed: 21 November 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1217:4 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

A SONG.

I.

I smile at Love, and all its Arts,
The Charming Cynthia cry'd;
Take heed, for Love has Piercing Darts,
A wounded Swain Reply'd.
Once free and blest as you are now,
I trifl'd with his Charms,
I pointed at his Little Bow,
And sported with his Arms:
'Till urg'd too far, Revenge he crys,
A Fatal Shaft he drew,
It took its passage thro' your Eyes,
And to my Heart it flew.

II.

To tear it thence, I try'd in vain,
To strive, I quickly found,
Was only to encrease the Pain,
And to enlarge the Wound.
Ah! much too well I fear you know
What pain I'm to endure,
Since what your Eyes alone could do,
Your Heart alone can Cure.
And that (grant Heaven I may mistake)
I doubt is doom'd to bear
A Burthen for another's sake,
Who ill Rewards its Care.

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Item Code: JVTR2

First line: For this is Hoyden's wedding-day

Source Edition: The Relapse; or Virtue in Danger (1696), 5.[2], p.103.

First performed: 21 November 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1217:4 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Enter Sir Tun. with Musitians, Dancers, &c.

Sir Tun. Come; come in, good People, come in, come tune your Fiddles, tune your Fiddles. [To the Hautboys] Bag-pipes, make ready there. Come strike up.

[sings.

For this is Hoyden's Wedding-day,
And therefore we keep Holy-day,
And come to be merry.

Ha! there's my Wench I Faith: Touch and take, I'll warrant her: Shee'l breed like a tame Rabbet.

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Item Code: JVTR3

First line: Thou bane to my empire thou spring of contest

Source Edition: The Relapse; or Virtue in Danger (1696), 5.[2], p.103.

First performed: 21 November 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1217:4 (1697)

Author: John Vanbrugh

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

Text of song:

Sir Tun. Sit?---With all my heart: Come, take your places, Ladies, take your places, Gentlemen: come sit down, sit down; a Pox of Ceremony, take your Places.

[they sit, and the Mask begins.

Masque

Dialogue between Cupid and Hymen.

I.

Cupid. Thou Bane to my Empire, thou Spring, of Contest,
Thou source of all Discord, thou period to rest;
Instruct me, what Wretches in Bondage can see,
That the aim of their Life, is still pointed to thee.

2.

Hymen. Instruct me, thou little impertinent God,
From whence all thy Subjects have taken the Mode,
To grow fond of a Change, to what ever it be,
And I'll tell the why those wou'd be bound, who are free?

Chorus.

For change, W'are for change, to what ever it be,
We are neither contented, with Freedom nor Thee.
Constancy's an empty sound,
Heaven and Earth, and all go round,
All the Works of Nature move,
And the Joys of Life and Love
Are in Variety.

3.

Cupid. Were Love the Reward of a pains taking Life,
Had a Husband the art to be fond of his Wife,
Were Virtue so plenty, a Wife cou'd afford,
These very hard times, to be true to her Lord,
Some specious account, might be given of those,
Who are ty'd by the Tail, to be led by the Nose.

4.

But since 'tis the Fate, of a Man and his Wife
To consume all their Days in Contention and strife:
Since whatever the Bounty of Heaven may Create her,
He's Morally sure, he shall heartily hate her,
I think 'twere much wiser to ramble at large,
And the volleys of Love on the Herd to discharge.

5.

Hymen. Some colour of Reason, thy Council might bear,
Cou'd a Man have no more, than his Wife to his share:
Or were I a Monarch, so cruelly just,
To oblige a poor Wife, to be true to her Trust.
But I have not pretended, for many Years past,
By marrying of People, to make 'em grow Chast.

6.

I therefore advise thee to let me go on,
Thou'lt find I'm the strength and support of thy Throne;
For hadst thou but Eyes, thru woud'st quickly perceive it,
How smoothly thy Dart
Slips into the Heart
Of a Woman that's Wed,
Whilst the shivering Maid,
Stands trembling and wishing, but dare not receive it.

Chorus.

For Change, &c.

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Item Code: JWAC1

First line: Ta La La La La La

Source Edition: Andronicus Comnenius (1664), 2.4, p.32.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1110:17

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

Enter two others drunk and singing: Ta! La! La! La! La! La!

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Item Code: JWAC2

First line: Fill fill up the bowl

Source Edition: Andronicus Comnenius (1664), 2.4, pp.33-4.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1110:17

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

1, 2, 3, Citt. I, I, Strike up; strike up

4, 5, 6. Citt. Scrape rogues, scrape.--- They play

3. Citt. But shan't we have a song too?

Omnes. I, I, I, I, I.

Fid. A merry drinking song and't like your worships?

Omnes. I, I, I.

That. That--- he sings---Fill---Fill up &

<Fid.> Fill: fill up the bowl;
And about let it trowl;
'Tis a magical spell against sorrow,
It makes a man sing,
Hey! derry, derry, ding,
And ne're busie his brains with too morrow.

'Tis the Beggar's ease,
And his charm against the fleas;
It recover's the man that did dwindle:
It makes a stiff Gyant
Both active and pliant;
And a cripple turn round like a spindle.

It cares not a straw,
For the Justice, or his law;
It fears neither spies, nor reporters:
It makes all the house
Lye as snug as a mouse;
And a petticoate sleep without Porters.

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Item Code: JWAC3

First line: Some have call'd life a stage-play that includes

Source Edition: Andronicus Comnenius (1664), 5.4, pp.78-9.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1110:17

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

And. <...> Call me a Lutenist, and let him sing
The song my Musick sang me last---Make hast...

Enter a Lute:---A Song.

Some have call'd life a Stage-play that includes,
Nothing but Scenes, and Interludes;
Others, a month of April, where two hours
Scarce pass without as many shours;
Others agen, a miscelane of years,
Or Chequer-work of hopes, and fears:
But I'm confirm'd they were ordain'd by Fate,
As Hieroglyphicks of a Princes State:

One while his Genius is so kind, He'd swear
He's in an Empyrean sphear;
So curst agen by fits, The frozen Zone
Is habitabler ten to one:
Strange kind of life! to have ones hopes be brought
To somewhat, and streight dasht to nought;
When rais'd upon the Pinnacle, 'Tis all
To think, not whither, but from whence we fall.

Since then our dappled Fate is such, who can
Call himself blest, and yet be man:
Ev'n Crowns their Crosses have; Nor Cƒsar shall
Write happy, till his Funeral:
More are our clouds, than Suns; Our care, and pain
Weigh down our bliss---Who's happy then?
He, and He only, whom the womb doth smother,
And sends him packing from one Grave, to t'other.

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Item Code: JWB1

First line: Were I to take wife

Source Edition: Belphegor, or The Marriage of the Devil (1677?), 3.1, p.28.

First performed: 1677-8?

UMI(2) reel no.: 1581:35 (1691)

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

Enter a Boy. He Sings.

Were I to take Wife,
(As 'tis for my Life)
She shou'd be Brisk, Pleasant, and Merry;
A lovely fine Brown,
A Face all her own,
With a Lip, red, and round, as a Cherry.

Not much of the Wise,
Less of the Precise,
Nor over reserv'd, nor yet flying:
Hard Breasts, a streight Back,
An Eye, full and black,
But languishing, as she were dying.

And then, for her Dress,
Be't more, or be't less,
Not tawdry set out, nor yet meanly:
And one thing beside,
Just, just so much Pride,
As may serve to keep honest, and cleanly.

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Item Code: JWMT1

First line: Come lay by your care

Source Edition: Mock Thyestes (1674), 5.1, pp.135-6.

First performed: 1673-4? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 547:17 (1674)

Author: John Wright

Lyrics: John Dryden or Thomas Shadwell?

Source/s of Music: See Day and Murrie, p.200, n.662. This song is a repeat of a song that had previously appeared in Shadwell's The Miser (TSTM2 ) and Dryden's 1 Conquest of Granada ( JD1COG3).

Text of song:

Atr. <...> See where he comes to meet the motion,
Singing Old Rose, and Jovial catches.
But i'le retire a while; and watch his
Leasure, without like a poor body,
Least I disturb the sweet Melody. Exit.

Enter Thyestes, Singing.

Thyes. <sings> Come lay by your Care, and---<speaks> No, no,
That's not the Key, I am too low.
Try once more---<sings> Come lay by your Care
And hang up your sorrow---<speaks> I there!
What follows? oh---<sings> Drink on, he's a Sot
That er'e thinks of to morrow---<speaks> What,
Is fore-cast bad: and is it naught
To drink a health to one's good Thought:
Me-thinks this Song is too too Frolick;
I'le try one that's more Melancholick.
<sings> Beneath a Mirtle shade---<speaks> But mum;
For now my Tears begin to come...

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Item Code: JWTAQ1

First line: Good wine give us heat to lie on the grass

Source Edition: The Amazon Queen, or The Amours of Thalestris to Alexander the Great (1667), 3.4, p.33.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1452:6

Author: John Weston

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

Text of song:

Perd. Nay, if you do begin a long dispute,
Our harmony your discords shall confute.
Let's have the Song that speaks such victory,
As Fame's Records will ne'r permit to die.

SONG.

Good Wine give us heat to lie on the grass,
God Bacchus to thee
We owe victory,
Thy fire did make us cold Rivers to pass:
Our foes in their ranks
We beat from their banks,
And Grannick did blush at our foes disgrace.

Our King, who in danger our leader is,
Advanc'd on a-pace
Darius to face,
Who with hundred thousands met him and his:
But through them he broke,
Giving death each stroke,
And hardly the King himself then did miss.
Darius recruited last chose his ground,
His numbers and art
Might fright each cold heart,
For he at Arbella us did surround:
But led by our King
We fought in a ring,
Till death or shame did all our foes confound.

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Item Code: JWTC1

First line: Be true cuckolds be true be true

Source Edition: The Cheats (1663), 2.4, p.26.

First performed: 1663 (licensed 6 March)

UMI(2) reel no.: Not filmed

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

T. T. Hang him---Hang him---I have said enough---And now I'm for you:---Be true Cuckolds, Be true, Be true, &c. [He sings.]

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Item Code: JWTC2

First line: Come give me the wench that is mellow

Source Edition: The Cheats (1663), 2.4, pp.26-7.

First performed: 1663 (licensed 6 March)

UMI(2) reel no.: Not filmed

Author: John Wilson

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

Text of song:

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

T. T. You are for new faces too!---Pray Major, Will you oblige this Lady?

Bil. Who I?---With all my heart---But I've got so strange a Cold, and drunk so much French Wine of late, that (by this old Companion of my side) 'twill be but once remov'd from howling.

M. D. However---Pray venture---I never knew a good voice, without an excuse:---Pray try.

Bil. My Landlady might command me any thing---But I'm so out of Tune---Ta---La. La. La.---Hang't.

T. T. Let him alone, and you wo'nt be rid of him---He's like the blind Beggars of Bolonia, a man must give 'um a Half-penny to sing, and Two-pence to hold their tongues.

Bilboe Sings.

1.

Come give me the Wench that is mellow;
And a Pox take all Fools that are yellow:
'Tis the Horne, the Horne,
The advancing of the Horne,
Dubbs a Cuckold, an Aldermans Fellow.

2.

Let no man disorder his rest,
By believing Bulls feathers in's Crest;
When yo've said what you can,
A Cuckold, is a man,
Or most of our Fathers were Beasts.

3.

Then let us sing At it, and At it;
And let ev'ry one catch, that car
All Opinions agree,
In one of these Three,
The Horn, the Pot, or the Plaquet.

Bil. La' you now---Did not I tell you as much?---I'll have my Pipes clear'd, against we meet next.

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Item Code: JWTDOM1

First line: Arms and honors deck thy story

Source Edition: The Duchess of Malfi (1623), 3.4, sig.E2r

First Performed: revived 30 September 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 1191:13 (1640)

Author: John Webster

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

Text of song:

Here the Ceremony of the Cardinalls enstalment <...> During all which Ceremony, this Ditty is sung (to very sollemne Musique) by diuers Church-men; and then Exeunt.

Armes, and Honors, deck thy story,
To thy fames eternall glory,
Adverse fortune ever flie-thee,
No disastrous fate come nigh thee.
I alone will sing thy prayses,
Whom to honour, vertue raises;
And thy study, that divine-is,
Bent to Marshal discipline-is:
Lay aside all those robes lie by thee,
Crown thy arts with arms: they'll beutifie thee.
O worthy of worthiest name, adorn'd in this manner,
Leade bravely thy forces on, under war<s> warlike banner:
O mayst thou prove fortunate, in all Marshall courses,
Guide thou still, by skill, in artes, and forces:
Victory attend thee nigh,whilst fame sings loud thy powres,
Triumphant conquest crowne thy head, and blessings poure downe showres.

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Item Code: JWTDOM2

First line: O let us howl some heavy note

Source Edition: The Duchess of Malfi (1623), 4.2, sig.G3r.

First Performed: revived 30 September 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 1191:13 (1640)

Author: John Webster

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

Text of song:

Here (by a Mad-man) this song is sung, to a dismall kind of Musique.

O let us howle, some heavy note,
some deadly dogged howle,
Sounding, as from the threatning throat,
of beastes, and fatall fowle.
As Rauens, Schrich-owles, Bulls, and Beares,
We'll bill, and bawle our parts,
Till yerk-some noise, haue cloy'd your eares,
and corasiv'd your hearts.
At last when as our quire wants breath,
our bodies being blest,
We'll sing like Swans, to welcome death,
and die in love and rest.

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Item Code: JWTDOM3

First line: Hark now every thing is still

Source Edition: The Duchess of Malfi (1623), 4.2, sig.G4r.

First Performed: revived 30 September 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 1191:13 (1640)

Author: John Webster

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

Text of song:

Bos. 'Twas to bring you
By degrees to mortification: Listen.

Hearke, now everything is still,
The Schritch-Owle, and the whistler shrill,
Call upon our Dame, aloud,
And bid her quickly don her shrowd:
Much you had of land and rent,
Your length in clay's now competent.
A long war, disturb'd your mind,
Here your perfect peace is sign'd,
Of what is't, fooles make such vaine keeping?
Lin <Sin> their conception, their birth, weeping:
Their life, a generall mist of error,
Their death, a hideous storme of <t>error,
Strew your haire, with powders sweet:
D'on cleane linnen, bath your feete,
And (the foule feend more to checke)
A crucifixe let blesse your necke,
'Tis now full tide, 'tweene night and day,
End your groane, and come away.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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