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Item Code: TBTW1

First line: If moving softness can subdue

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 2.1, p.20.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Hill. Oh! Here's Mr. Maiden, and the Musick; now we shall have a Performance.

[They Sit, Coffee brought in.

Enter Mr. Maiden with Musick.

Maid. Ladies, I have brought a fine Singer, that came down last night to Entertain you with a new Composure; one that's mightily admir'd at the Small-Coal Musick Meeting.

SONG.

[While the Song's Performing, Maiden uses a Fan, a Pocket Lookinglass,&c.]

If moving softness can subdue,
See, Nymphs, a Swain more soft than you:
We Patch, and we Paint,
We're Sick, and we Faint,
To the Vapours, and Spleen we pretend;
We play with a Fan,
We Squeak, and we Skream,
We're Women, meer Women i' th' end.

Your Airs we defie,
Your Beauty deny,
Be as Gay, and as Fine as you can;
Ye Nymphs, have a care,
Be more Nice, and more Fair,
Or your Lovers in time we may gain.

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Item Code: TBTW2

First line: Then prithee prithee give me gentle boy

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 3.1, p.32.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Woodc. Your Inclinations---Perhaps your Inclinations are to half the Sex; I know very well you are for a Beau; a Flattering Coxcomb, that wou'd make you believe your Eyes are a pair of Flamboys, and Cringe to you with Bits of Love-Songs, in a Damn'd Counter-Tenor Voice---(Singing)

Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy

<speaks>---But I shan't leave my Estate to a Periwig-Block <...>

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Item Code: TBTW3

First line: Then mad very mad let us be

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 3.1, p.33.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Rey. (Without Singing.)

Luc. Bless me, Here's Mr. Reynard, that's just run Distracted, they say, for Mrs. Belinda, the Yeoman of Kent's Daughter; I'le Swear a good clean Limb'd sort of a Man---What pity 'tis he wants his Understanding.

Enter Reynard Singing.

Rey. Then Mad, very Mad let us be, &c.

Luc. Poor Gentleman! How active he seems to be: Well, Of all things, I love a brisk Man---Pray, Sir, How long have you been Mad?

<seventeen lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise>

Rey. No, I am all Action, my Life, my Soul; thou Varnisher of thy Mistresses Imperfections, Cabinet of her Intreagues, Heiress of old Cloaths, and Mender of fusty foul Linnen.

[Tumbles her, throws her down, and goes out Singing, Then mad, very mad let us be, &c.

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Item Code: TBTW4

First line: Take me take me while you may

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 4.1, p.42.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Squ. Some Ladies, indeed, are of a Cold Constitution; but can you Madam object, to one particular, throughout the finished Catalogue of my Perfections? but 'tis the general Fate of us Men o' the Fashion, to captivate the Crowd o' Ladies, and yet be slighted by a single She we Love.

(Sings)

Take me, take me, while you may,
Venus comes not ev'ry Day.

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Item Code: TBTW5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 4.1, p.44.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Lov. Oh, she has got the Spleen, I'll fetch her out of that presently.

[Sings and dances a Minuet.

Hill. Now were I really out of Humour, Splenetick, and Sick ev'n to Death, that Minuet wou'd set me a dancing. [Sings the same Tune and dances.] I find Mr. Loveworth, 'tis in vain for us Women to assume ill Nature with you Men that know our blind Side.

Lov. We know, Madam, your Natures are not rough <...>

Hill. At Cards, and I here! Heav'n forgive me, I don't use to slip an Opportunity of getting Money; I'll be with 'em this Moment, but dear Mr. Loveworth that Minuet agen.

[Both sing and go out in the Minuet Step. Exeunt.

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Item Code: TBTW6

First line: I'll tell you a story a story so merry

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 4.1, pp.46-7.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

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

Text of song:

Rey. My Life, my Angel, let me hug thee for thy Invention
---'Dsdeath the Old Man, let's be a little familiar.

[They sit.

(Sings.)

I'll tell you a Story, a Story so merry, [Woodcock Enters.
Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury,
And of his House-keeping, and high Renown,
Which made him repair to fair London Town,
Derry down, down, hey derry down,

Wood. <speaks> So, so, I'm glad to see 'em so Great already.

Rey. <sings> How now quoth King John, 'tis told unto me,
That thou keepest a far better House than I,
If thou dost not answer me Questions Three,
Thy Head shall be taken from thy Body,
Derry down, &c.

<speaks> You see Forsooth, I'se no fine Singer, but i'faith I'se be th' loudest ev'ry Sunday in our Church for all that; haugh.

Wood. Come Belinda, I'll relieve your Modesty the first time; the Ladies enquire for you---Well, Sir, can you love my Daughter?

Rey. Love her, ay, better than I do Beef and Pudding; why she's a Boncritten---but i'faith we'se not part so---(Kisses her.) by my Troth as pretty a Morsel as a Mon wou'd desire to feed on.

(Sings.) And if thou dost not answer me Questions Three,
Thy Head shall be taken from thy Body.
Derry down, &c.

[Exeunt Wood. and Reynard.

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Item Code: TBTW7

First line: Sing old Sir Simon the king tol tol

Source Edition: Tunbridge Walks; or The Yeoman of Kent (1703), 5.1, p.56.

First Performed: 27 January ? 1703--published 29 January (L.S).

CT(1) reel no.: 6332:04

Author: Thomas Baker

Source/s of Music: Traditional

Text of song:

Enter Woodcock Singing.

Wood. Sing Old Sir Simon the King tol tol, &c.

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Item Code: TD1DQ1

First line: Why then will mortals dare

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), song not printed in play.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.388, n.3957. [Music] Henry Purcell, Orpheus Britannicus...Third Edition, 1721, p.38. First appeared in the second edition, 1706, p.38 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

Why then will Mortals dare,
To urge a Fate and Justice so severe.

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Item Code: TD1DQ2

First line: Sing all ye muses your lutes strike around

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 2.1, pp.14-5.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.332, n.2973 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), pp.1-7 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

Vincent. Now Sing the Song in Praise of Arms and Souldiery.

SONG.

Sing all ye Muses, your Lutes strike around;
When a Souldier's the Story, what Tongue can want Sound?
Who Danger disdains, Wounds, Bruises and Pains,
When the Honour of Fighting is all that he gains.
Rich profit comes easie in Cities of Store,
But the Gold is earn'd hard where the Cannons do roar.
Yet see how they run at the Storming a Town,
Through Blood and through Fire, to take the Half-Moon.
They Scale the high Wall,
Whence they see others fall.
Their Hearts precious Darling, bright Glory pursuing,
Tho' Death's under foot, and the Mine is just blowing.
It springs, up they fly, yet more still supply,
As Bride grooms to Marry, they hasten to dye.
Till Fate claps her Wings, and the glad Tidings brings,
Of the Breach being enter'd, and then they'r all Kings.
Then happy's she whose Face
Can win a Soldier's Grace,
They range about in State,
Like Gods disposing Fate;
No Luxury in Peace,
Nor Pleasure in Excess,
Can parallel the Joys the Martial Hero Crown,
When flush'd with Rage, and forc'd by Want, he storms a wealthy Town.

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Item Code: TD1DQ3

First line: Young Chrysostom had virtue Sense

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 2.2, pp.19-20.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.398, n.4120 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), p.8 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

Ambros. Perform the Dirge, and let all other Rites be done in solemn Order: And oh thou dear best pattern of true Friendship, accept this poor last Tribute from a Friend, whose Love to thee was boundless as thy Merit.

[Kisses Chrysostome.

Here a Song is Sung by a young Shepherdess, then they all Dance a Solemn Dance, expressing despairing Love; then Ambrosio and others, lay Chrysostome in the Grave; mean while a Dirge is Sung by a Shepherd and Shepherdess.

SONG.

I.

Young Chrysostome had Virtue, Sense,
Renown, and Manly Grace,
Yet all alas were no Defence,
Against Marcella's Face.
His Love that long had taken Root,
In Doubts cold Bed was laid,
Where She hot warming it to Shoot,
The lovely Plant Decaid.

II.

Had coy Marcella own'd a Soul,
Halfe Beauteous as her Eyes;
Her Judgment had her Soul controul'd,
And taught her how to Prize:
But Providence that Form'd the Fair,
In such a charming Skin,
Their outside made their only Care,
And never look'd within.

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

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Item Code: TD1DQ4

First line: Sleep poor youth sleep in peace

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 2.2, p.20.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.334, n.2997 [Music] D'Urefy, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), pp.9-18 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

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

DIRGE.

Sleep poor Youth, Sleep in Peace,
Reliev'd from Love and mortal Care;
Whilst we that pine in Life's Disease,
Uncertain Bless'dlesse happy are.
Couch'd in the dark and silent Grave,
No ills of Fate thou now canst fear;
In vain wou'd Tyrant Pow'r enslave,
Or scornful Beauty be severe.

Wars, that do fatal Storm disperse,
Far from thy happy Mansion keep;
Earthquakes that shake the Universe:
Can't Rock thee into sounder sleep.
With all the Charms of Peace possest,
Secure from Life's Torment or Pain.
Sleep and indulge thy self with Rest,
Nor Dream thou e'er shalt rise again.

CHORUS.

Past is thy fear of future Doubt,
The Sun is from the Dial gone,
The Sands are sunk, the Glass is out,
The Folly of the Farce is done.

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Item Code: TD1DQ5

First line: When the world first knew creation

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 3.2, pp.37-8.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.380, n.3808 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), pp.19-20 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

Gines. Thanks to our Noble and Valiant Redeemer; here's to his Health; and, Brothers, let's entertain him with a Song. Confound the World. Dear Redeemer, we are no more Rogues than the rest of Mankind; all the World are Rogues, and deserve the Galleys as much as we. Come sing the Song to that purpose, Brother.

SONG.

When the World first knew Creation,
A Rogue was a top Profession;
When there were no more in all Nature but Four,
There were two of them in Transgression,
And the Seeds are no less,
Since that you may guess,
But have in all Ages been growing apace;
There's Lying and Thieving,
Craft, Pride, and Deceiving,
Rage, Murder and Roaring,
Rape, Incest and Whoring,
Branch out from one Stock, the rank Vices in Vogue,
And make all Mankind one Gygantical Rogue.

View all humane Generation,
You'll find in every Station,
Lean Vertue decays, whilst Interest sways,
Th'ill Genius of the Nation.
All are Rogues in degrees,
The Lawyer for Fees,
The Courtier Le Cringe, and the Alderman squeeze;
The Canter, the Toper,
The Church-Interloper,
The Punk, and the Practice of Piety Groper;
But of all, he that fails our true rites to maintain,
And deserts the Cause Royal is deepest in grain

He that first to mend the matter
Made Laws to bind our Nature,
Shou'd have found a way,
To make Wills obey;
And have Model'd new the Creature,
For the Savage in Man,
From Original ran,
And in spight of Confinement now Reigns as't began:
Here's Preaching and Praying, and Reason displaying,
Yet Brother with Brother, is Killing and Slaying;
Then blame not the Rogue that free Sence does enjoy,
Then falls like a Log, and believes---he shall lie.

Don Q. I do acknowledge, Sirs, your Musical Courtesie, and am well pleas'd to see your Gratitude; yet one thing more I must enjoin, without which the rest appears as nothing.

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Item Code: TD1DQ6

First line: Song has no lyrics?

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 4.1, p.40.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Don Q. Oh Profanation to all Learning and Sciences! Omicils,'Clipses, Campaigne, and Estill, for Homicides, Eclipses, Champion and Sterril! Be dumb, thou Earth-worm, or speak in thy own Stile, on pain of Annihilation. A plague on thee, thou confounded Prevaricator of Language.

[Cardenio Sings within.

<NOTE: There are no lyrics for this song, unless it is intended to refer to the next song (which follows immediately), but for which the stage direction suggests a new song>.

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Item Code: TD1DQ7

First line: Let the dreadful engines of eternal will

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 3.2, pp.40-2.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.276, n.1998 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), pp.20-6 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

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

Don Q. Ha! who have we here?

Cardenio enters in Ragged Cloaths, and in a wild Posture sings a Song. Then Exit.

SONG.

Let the dreadful Engines of eternal will,
The Thunder roar, and crooked Lightning kill;
My Rage is hot, as theirs, as fatal too,
And dares as horrid execution do.
Or let the Frozen North its rancour show,
Within my Breast far greater Tempests grow;
Despair's more cold than all the Winds can blow.

Can nothing, nothing warm me?
Yes, Lucinda's Eyes;
There Etna, there, there Vesuvio lies,
To furnish Hell with flames,
That mounting reach the Skies.

Ye Pow'rs, I did but use her Name,
And see how all all the Meteors flame,
Blew Lightning flashes round the Court of Sol,
And now the Globe more fiercely burns
Than once at Phaeton's fall.
Ah! where are now those Flow'ry Groves,
Where Zephir's fragrant Winds did play?
Where guarded by a Troop of Loves,
the fair Lucinda sleeping lay;
There Sung the Nightingale and Lark,
around us all was sweet and gay;
We ne'er grew sad till it grew dark,
nor nothing fear'd but short'ning day.

Glow, I glow, but 'tis with hate,
Why must I burn for this ingrate?
Cool, cool it then, and rail,
Since nothing will prevail.
When a Woman Love pretends, 'tis but till she gains her ends,
And for better, and for worse, is for Marrow of the Purse,
Where she 'filts you o'er and o'er, proves a Slattern or a Whore.

This hour will teize and vex,
And will Cuckold ye the next:
They were all contriv'd in spight,
To torment us, not delight,
But to scold, and scratch and bite,
And not one of them proves right,
But all are Witches by this light:
And so I fairly bid 'em, and the World Good-night.

Don Q. By the Matter delivered in this Song, I perceive this poor Gentleman's
distress was occasioned by Love; therefore 'tis fit I follow and relieve him.

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Item Code: TD1DQ8

First line: 'Twas early one morning the cock had just crow'd

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 4.1, pp.49-50.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.362, n.3493 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), p.27 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

Sancho. This will I make my Black Subjects do every Morning to divert me.--- I'll sing a Song that was made at Teresa's and my Wedding, that her Majesty may know my Parts.

[Sancho Sings a Song, and then Dances ridiculously.

SONG.

<I.>

'T was early one Morning, the Cock had just crow'd;
Sing hey ding, hoe ding, langtridown derry;
My Holyday Cloathes on, and Face newly mow'd,
With a hey down, hoe down, drink up your brown Berry.
The Sky was all painted, no Scarlet so Red,
For the Sun was just then getting out of his Bed,
When Teresa and I went to Church to be sped,
With a hey ding, hoe ding, shall I come to Wooe thee;
Hey ding, hoe ding, will ye buckle to me,
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding derry, derry, derry ding, ding,
ding, ding, ding, hey langtudown derry.

II.

Her Face was as fair as if't had been in Print;
Sing hey ding, &c.
And her small Ferret Eyes did lovingly Squint,
With a hey down, &c.
Yet her Mouth had been damag'd with Comfit's and Plumbs,
And her Teeth that were useless for biting her Thumbs,
Had late, like ill Tenants, forsaken her Gums,
With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.

III.

But when Night came on, and we both were a Bed;
Sing hey ding, &c.
Such strange things were done, there's no more to be said;
With a hey down, &c.
Next Morning her Head ran of mending her Gown;
And mine was plagu'd, how to pay Piper a Crown,
And so we rose up, the same Fools we lay down,
With a hey ding, hoe ding, &c.

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Item Code: TD1DQ9

First line: With this sacred charming wand

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), 5.2, pp.59-61.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.391, n.4003 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the First (1694), pp.28-42 (UMI(2) 490:18) et al.

Text of song:

Musick sounds in Recitative, then an Inchanter and two Inchantresses, sing in parts this Song.

SONG.

Montesmo. With this, this sacred charming Wand,
I can Heaven and Earth command.
Hush all ye Winds that curle the angry Sea,
And make the rowling Waves obey.
Urganda. I from the Clouds can conjure down the Rain,
And make it Deluge once again.
Melissa. I when I please make Nature smile as gay,
As at first she did on her Creation Day.
Groves with eternal sweets shall fragrant grow,
And make a true Elyzium here below.

Chorus. Groves with Eternal sweets shall fragrant grow,
And make a true Elyzium here below.

Melissa. I can give Beauty, make the aged young,
And Love's dear momentary Rapture long.
Urgand. Nature restore, and Life, when spent, renew;
All this by Art can great Urganda do.
Why then will Mortals dare
To urge a Fate, and Justice so severe?
See there a Wretch in's own Opinion Wise,
Laughs at our Charms, and mocks our Mysteries.
Melissa. I've a little Spirit yonder,
Where the Clouds do part asunder,
Lies basking his Limbs
In the warm Sun-Beams.
Shall his Soul from his Body plunder.
Urganda. Speak shall it be so? No,
That Fate's too high; I'll give him one more low.
Melissa. Let it be so, &c.
Appear, ye fat Fiends that in Limbo do groan,
That were, when in Flesh, the same Souls as his own.
You that always in Lucifer's Kitchen reside,
'Mongst Sea Coal, and Kettles, and Grease newly try'd:
That pamper'd each day with a Garbidge of Souls,
Broil Rashers of Fools for a Breakfast on Coals.
These Mortals from hence to convey try your skill;
Thus Fates and our Magical Orders fulfill.

Chorus. Appear, ye fat Fiends that in Limbo do groan,
That were, when in Flesh, the same Souls as his own.
You that always in Lucifer's Kitchen reside,
'Monst Sea-Coal, and Kettles, and Grease newly try'd:
That pamper'd each day with a Garbidge of Souls,
Broil Rashers of Fools for a Breakfast on Coals.
These Mortals from hence to convey try your skill;
Thus Fates and our Magical Order fulfill.

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Item Code: TD1DQ10

First line: With my strings of small wire lo I come

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part One (1694), song not printed in the play.

First performed: mid-May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:1

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded (Henry Purcell or John Eccles?) ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.391, n.4000 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.207-8 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.

Text of song:

With my Strings of small Wire lo I come,
and a Citern made of Wood;
And a Song, altho' you are Deaf and Dumb,
may be heard and understood.
Dumb, dumb----

Oh! take Pitty on me, my Dear,
me thy Slave and me thy Vassal;
And be not Cruel, as it were,
like to some strong well built old Castle.
Dumb, dumb----

Least as thou passest along the Street,
braver every Day and braver;
Every one that does thee meet,
will say there goes a Woman-shaver.
Dumb, dumb----

And again will think fit,
and to say they will determine;
There goes she that with Tongue killed Clip-Chops,
as a Man with his Thumbs kill Vermin.
Dumb, dumb----

For if thou dost then farewel pelf,
farewel Bridget for I vow I'll;
Either in my Bason hang my self,
or drown me in my Towel.
Dumb, dumb----

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

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Item Code: TD1M1

First line: From azure plains blest with eternal day

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 2.1, pp.10-1.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Performer/s: Mr. Pate

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.224, n.1078. Lyrics only in Second Collection of New Songs and Ballads (1699), p.20 (UMI(2) 2428:02) et al.

Text of song:

The Cathedral dedicated to the Holy Virgin of Carmine, where Massaniello is discover'd lying a Sleep under the Altar, the People Guarding him: Dialogue Sung between Fate and St. Genaro, at a distance: Then Musick is heard, and a Song, expressing Revolutions to come; which ended, Massaniello rises and Speaks.

SONG between Fate and St. Genaro.

Fate. From Azure Plains, blest with Eternal Day,
Celestial flowry Groves, that ne'er decay;
From Lucid Rocks that Sol's bright Rays let in,
Where with unclouded Brow,
I sate and view'd the Deeps below,
And saw my Female Drudges Spin;
I Fate am come, thy Courage to improve,
'Tis the Eternal's Doom Engrav'd in Adamant above;
And oh! thou drowsie Deity,
That dost in Slumbers bind
The Body of Mortality,
And calm the stormy Mind;
No more, no more his Brain possess
With the soft Charm of gentle Peace;
He must awake to bloody Wars,
Unbounded Fury, civil Jars,
And is by Heav'ns decree, for wondrous deeds design'd.

St. Genaro Protector of Naples, descends and Sings.

St. Gen. To mighty Fate all must obey,
And conq'ring Hero's greatest Kings,
Amongst the rest of human things,
Yield to his dreadful Sway.
Yet view thy Book of Dooms once more,
Thou there wilt find one happy hour,
When Naples shall be free from Rebel power;
'Tis sure as the revolving year,
And I her darling Saint appear,
To stop thy Fury, lest it should exceed,
And tell thee, tho' permission of this ill
Is Sacr'd Mystery and th' Eternal's Will,
Yet he that does the Deed,
For doing it must bleed.

Fate. Hear each Neighbouring Destiny,
Who the Souls of Mortals free,
Hear my Voice, and strait obey,
Heav'n commands, the Work must stay.
Such a number and no more,
Must encrease your fatal store,
And he must die, the task being o'er:
Remember all 'tis so decree'd,
That he that does this mighty Deed,
For doing it must bleed.

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Item Code: TD1M2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 2.1, p.10.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

The Cathedral dedicated to the Holy Virgin of Carmine, where Massaniello is discover'd lying a Sleep under the Altar, the People Guarding him: Dialogue Sung between Fate and St. Genaro, at a distance: Then Musick is heard, and a Song, expressing Revolutions to come; which ended, Massaniello rises and Speaks.

<NOTE: Whilst the song between Fate and St. Genaro (TD1M1 ) follows this stage direction, the second song "expressing Revolutions to come" does not>.

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Item Code: TD1M3

First line: Of all the world's enjoyments

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 4.1, p.31.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Richard Leveridge ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.310, n.2574 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Part (1700), pp.223-5 (UMI(2) 1821:19). First appears in Second Collection of New Songs (1699), pp.2-3.

Text of song:

The Fisherman's SONG.

<I.>

Of all the World's Enjoyments,
That ever valu'd were,
There's none of our Employments
with Fishing can compare:
Some Preach, some Write,
Some Swear, some Fight;
All Golden Lucre courting,
But Fishing still bears off the Bell,
For Profit or for Sporting.
Then who a Jolly Fisherman,
A Fisherman will be,
His Throat must wet
Just like his Net,
To keep out Cold at Sea.

II.

The Country Squire loves Running
A Pack of well-mouth'd Hounds;
Another fancies Gunning
For Wild-Ducks in his Grounds:
This Hunts, that Fowls;
This Hawks, Dick Bowls,
No greater Pleasure wishing,
But Tom that tells what Sport excells,
Gives all the Praise to Fishing.
CHO. Then who, &c.

III.

A good Westfalia Gammon,
Is counted dainty Fare;
But what---is't to a Salmon
Just taken from the Ware?
Wheat-Ears and Quails,
Cocks, Snipes, and Rayles,
Are priz'd while Season's lasting,
But all must stoop to Crawfish Soop,
Or I've no Skill in Tasting.
CHO. Then who, &c.

IV.

Keen Hunters always take too
Their Prey with too much pains;
Nay, often break a Neck too;
A Penance for no Brains:
They Run, they Leap,
Now High, now Deep,
Whilst he that Fishing chuses,
With ease may do't,
Nay more, to boot
May entertain the Muses.
CHO. Then who, &c.

V.

And tho some envious Wranglers,
to jeer us will make bold,
And laugh at patient Anglers,
who stand so long i'th' Cold:
They wait on Miss,
We wait on this,
And think it easie Labour,
And if you'd know,
Fish profits too,
Consult our Holland Neighbour.
CHO. Then who a Jolly, &c.

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Item Code: TD1M4

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 4.1, pp.31-2.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Ped. Come, let's have another Song, my Jolly Lads, and then 'tother Brimmer, which shall be once more, Confusion to all Gentry.

<dialogue pertaining to upcoming song continues at some length>

Gasp. Come, come Boys, strike up there while the Iron's hot, let's have a Song and a Dance---come.

[Song and Dance.

<NOTE: No lyrics are provided for this song. This or TD1M6 is the probable location of TD1M7>.

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Item Code: TD1M5

First line: How comes it now good Mrs. Sprat

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 5.1, pp.44-5.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded

Performer/s: Messrs. Pate and Leveridge.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.242, n.1401. Lyrics only appear in Second Collection of New Songs (1699), pp.11-2 (UMI(2) 2428:02)

Text of song:

Blowz. Come, my Lord General---Odsfish, what are ye posing on the Musick, and Banquet stays for us---you act a Courtier rarely indeed; why, you are as dull as if you were a Gudgeon-catching; come away, and seat your self for shame---what, we must do great things now.

They Seat themselves, and then follows a comical Entertainment of Singing and Dancing; which ended, Enter Genovino and Soldiers, with the Heads of Carraffa and Perone on Poles, another bearing Mataloni's Habit.

A Dialogue between two Fish-Wives.

1st. Fish. How comes it now good Mrs. Sprat,
You are so Impudent of late?
T' endeavour to forestall my Wares,
And thrust your Nose in my Affairs,
What is't you would be at?

2d. Fish. What means the Blowz? my actions shew,
I scorn both your Affairs and you;
I hope my Trade is not so small,
To help it, I should yours forestall,
Sure 'tis not come to that?

1st. Fish. Come, come, I know you carry't high,
But yesterday the Neighbours swore
That you did all the Herrings buy,
That I had bargain'd for before.

2d. F. They lye, I am the very'st Jade
That e'er at door a By-blow laid,
If I did any Herrings buy,
I'd have ye know,
Ye filthy Sow,
I've other Fish to fry.

1st F. Come, come, you did, you did, ye Quean,
And in the Ale-house cross the Green,
To Breakfast drill'd my Husband by.
Both Sing together.

2d. I'd have ye know.
1st. Ye did, ye Quean.
2d. Ye filthy Sow.
1st. Ye did, ye Quean:
2d. And drill'd my Husband by.
1st. I've other Fish to fry.

2d. F. Ye dirty Mawks---would I but go
To graft my spouse a Horn or so,
I've Customers of Lords or Knights,
Would be my Friends both days and nights,
And take it for a favour too.
1st. Fish. Thou long hast brag'd of this I own
When only Scowndrels of the Town,
Were still employ'd to till your Ground.
2d. F. Of which your Husband's one.
1st. F. He was, but he soon found his dangerous case,
He knows thou art not Sound.
2d. F. Not sound---you Trollop---by this light,
To vex thee, now I'll tell the truth in spite;
He does love me, thy Husband's mine,
Our Hands, our Lips, our---we join;
And when we sit and Sing, and Play,
Has wish'd thee Hang'd a hundred times a day.
1st. F. I'll slit that Nose.
2d. F. He says, that Mouth
Is like the Pole, 'twill reach from North to South.
And if your there so wide
You know full well,
The Tales men tell,
What they suspect beside.
1st. Fish. Ye Carrion.
2d. Fish. Ye Mawkin.
1st. Fish. Ye Slattern.
2d. Fish. Ye Puss.

Both together.

I'll teach you to slander me thus, thus & thus.
I'll teach you to Cuckold me thus, thus & thus.

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Item Code: TD1M6

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), 5.1, p.46.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Blowz. Nay, nay,---rather than let both your Ladyships bustle about it, I'll do it my self---my Lord the Prince, prithee come and sit nearer me--- and don't lie glaring at me with your Twinklers, but come and hear my Song, 'tis a merry one I'll promise ye; now how d'e like it.

[Sings here.

Don Tib. Oh, 'tis most Ravishingly well, Madam <...>

<NOTE: No lyrics are provided for this song. Either TD1M4 or this is the probable location of TD1M7>.

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Item Code: TD1M7

First line: Young Philander woo'd me long

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part One (1699), not printed in play (see TD1M4 and TD1M6 for possible location for this song)

First performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.399, n.4133. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Volume Four, 1706, pp.32-3 (CT(1) 10355:17) and others. First appeared in The Second Collection of New Songs and Ballads, 1699, pp.1-2 (UMI(2) 2428:2).

Text of song:

Young Philander woo'd me long,
I was peevish and forbad him;
Nor would hear his loving Song,
And yet now I wish, I wish I had him;
For each morn I view my Glass,
I perceive the whim is going;
For when wrinkles streak my Face,
We may bid farewel to Wooing.
For when wrinkles streak the Face,
We may bid farewel to wo<o>ing.

Use your time ye Virgins fair,
Choose before your day's are evil;
Fifteen is a Season rare,
Five and Forty is the Devil;
Just when ripe consent to doo't,
Hugg no more the lonely Pillow;
Women like some other Fruit,
Lose their rellish when too mellow.
Women like some other Fruit,
Lose their rellish when too mellow.

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Item Code: TD2DQ1

First line: Lads and lasses blithe and gay

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), song not printed in play.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.272, n.1920 [Music] Thesaurus Musicus...Third Book, 1695, p.30 (UMI(2) 1820:20) and others.

Text of song:

<I.>

Lads and Lasses, blith and gay,
Here what my Song discloses;
As I one Morning Sleeping lay,
Upon a Bank of Roses;
Willy ganging out his Gate,
By gud luck chanc'd to spy me;
And pulling Bonnet from his Pate,
He softly lay down by me.

II.

Willy tho' I muckle priz'd,
Yet now I wa'd no know him,
But made a frown, my face disguise,
And from me strove to throw him;
Fondly he still nearer prest,
Upon my Bosom lying,
My beating Heart too thump'd so fast,
I thought the Loon was dying.

III.

But resolving to deny,
An angry passion faining,
I often roughly push'd him by,
With Words full of disdaining;
Willy balk'd no faver wins,
But went off so discontented,
But I-gud faith for all my Sins
Ne'er half so much Repented.

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Item Code: TD2DQ2

First line: If you will love me be free in expressing it

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 1.2, p.9.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded (Henry Purcell?)( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.261, n.1720 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), p.1 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

SONG.

I.

If you will Love me, be free in Expressing it,
And henceforth give me no Cause to complain;
Or if you hate me, be plain in Confessing it,
And in few words put me out of my pain.
This long decaying, with sighing and praying,
Breeds only delaying in Life and Amour,
Cooing and Wooing,
And daily pursuing,
Is damn'd silly doing, therefore I'll give o're.

II.

If you'll propose a kind method of ruling me,
I may return to my Duty again;
But if you stick to your old way of Fooling me,
I must be plain I am none of your Men;
Passion for passion on each kind occasion,
With free inclination does kindle Loves Fire,
But Tedious prating,
Coy folly debating,
And now doubts creating, still makes it expire.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one, and is an answer to it>.

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Item Code: TD2DQ3

First line: You love and yet when I ask you to marry me

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 1.2, pp.9-10.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded (Henry Purcell?)( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.396, n.4089 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), p.2 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one, and is an answer to it>.

The Lady's Answer:

I.

You Love, and yet when I ask you to marry me,
Still have recourse to the tricks of your Art;
Then like a Fencer you cunningly parry me,
Yet the same time make a Pass at my Heart.
Fye, fye, deceiver,
No longer endeavor,
Or think this way ever the Fort will be won?
No fond Caressing
Must be, nor unlacing,
Or tender embracing 'till th' Parson has done.

II.

Some say that Marriage a Dog with a Bottle is,
Pleasing their humours to rail at their Wives;
Others declare it an Ape with a Rattle is,
Comforts Destroyer and Plague of their Lives:
Some are affirming,
A Trap 'tis for Vermin,
And yet with the Bait tho not Prison agree,
Ventring that Chouse you,
Must let me Espouse you
If e're, my dear Mouse you will nibble at me.

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Item Code: TD2DQ4

First line: Ye nymphs and sylvan gods

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 2.2, pp.22-3.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.394, n.4049 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), pp.3-4 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

Pedro waves his Wand, then here is perform'd this Song sung by a Milkmaid, and followed by a Dance of Milkmaids.

SONG.

I.

Ye Nymphs and Sylvan Gods,
That Love Green Fields and Woods,
When Spring newly born,
Her self does adorn,
With Flowers and Blooming Buds;
Come Sing in the praise,
Whilst Flocks do graze
In yonder pleasant Vale,
Of those that choose
Their sleeps to lose,
And in cold Dews,
With clouted Shooes,
Do carry the Milking Pail.

II.

The Goddess of the Morn,
With blushes they adorn,
And take the fresh Air;
Whilst Linnets prepare
A Consort on each green Thorn,
The Ousle and Thrush,
On every Bush;
And the Charming Nightingal;
In merry Vain,
Their Throats do strain,
To entertain
The Jolly train
That carry the Milking Pail.

III.

When cold bleak Winds do Roar,
And Flow'rs can spring no more,
The Fields that were seen,
So pleasant and green,
By winter all Candy'd o're,
Oh! how the Town Lass,
Looks with her white Face,
And her Lips of deadly Pale:
But it is not so,
With those that go,
Through Frost and Snow,
With Cheeks that glow,
And carry the Milking Pail.

IV.

The Miss of Courtly mould,
Adorn'd with Pearl and Gold,
With washes and Paint,
Her Skin does so Taint,
She's wither'd before She's old,
Whilst She in Commode,
Puts on a Cart-load;
And with Cushions plumps her Tayl;
What Joys are found,
In Russet Gown,
Young, Plump and Round,
And sweet and sound,
That carry the Milking Pail.

V.

The Girls of Venus game,
That venture Health and Fame,
In practising Feats,
With Colds and with Heats,
Make Lovers grow Blind and Lame;
If Men were so Wise,
To value the prize,
Of the Wares most fit for sale,
What store of Beans,
Wou'd dawb their Cloaths,
To save a Nose,
By following those
That carry the Milking Pail.

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Item Code: TD2DQ5

First line: Damon let a friend advise ye

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 3.1, pp.26-7.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.208, n.790 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), p.2 (UMI(2) 490:19).

Text of song:

SONG.

I.

Damon let a Friend advise ye,
Follow Cloris tho she flies ye,
Tho her Tongue your Suit is slighting,
Her kind Eyes you'll find inviting:
Womens Rage, like shallow Water,
Does but shew their hurtless Nature;
When the Stream seems rough and frowning,
There is still least fear of drowning.

II.

Let me tell the advent'rous Stranger,
In our calmness lyes our danger;
Like a River's silent Running,
Stillness shew, our Depth and Cunning:
She that rails ye into Trembling,
Only shews her fine Dissembling;
But the Fawner to abuse ye,
Thinks ye Fools, and so will use ye.

Ambr. A well tun'd Devil this, oh she has great variety---

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Item Code: TD2DQ6

First line: Since times are so bad I must tell thee sweet-heart

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 4.3, pp.46-7.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Reading and Mrs. Ayliff

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.332, n.2968 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), pp.5-12 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

Sancho Teresa and Mary sit down, then Musick sounds, and an Entertainment follows of Singing and Dancing: which ended, a Table is brought in furnished; Pedro and Mannel wait, then is a Dance of Spinsters.

A SONG, Sung by a Clown and his Wife.

He. Since Times are so bad, I must tell thee, Sweet-heart,
I'm thinking to leave off my Plough and my Cart;
And to the fair City a Journey will go,
To better my Fortune, as other folk doe:
Since some have from Ditches,
And course Leather-breeches,
Been rais'd to be Rulers, and wallow'd in Riches.
Prithee come, come from thy Wheel;
For if Gypsies don't lye,
I shall be a Governour too, e're I dye.
She. Ah, Collin! by all thy late doings I find
With sorrow and trouble the Pride of thy Mind;
Our Sheep now at random, disorderly run,
And now Sundays Jacket goes every day on:
Ah! what dost thou mean,
He. To make my Shooes clean,
And foot it to Court, to the King and the Queen,
Where shewing my Parts, I preferment shall win.
She. Fye, 'tis better for us to Plough and to Spin;
For as to the Court, when thou happen'st to try,
Thoul't find nothing got there, unless thou canst buy;
For Money the Devil, the Devil and all's to be found,
But no good Parts minded without the good Pound.
He. Why then I'll take Arms,
And follow Allarms,
Hunt Honour that now-a-days plagueily charms:
She. And so lose a Limb by a Shot or a Blow,
And curse thy self after for leaving the Plough.
He. Suppose I turn Gamester;
She. So Cheat and be hang'd:
He. What think'st of the Road then?
She. The High-way to <b>e hang'd.
He. Nice Pimping however yields profit for Life,
I'll help some fine Lord to another's fine Wife.
She. That's dangeorus too,
Amongst the Town-Crew,
For some of 'em will do the same thing by you;
And then I to Cuckold ye may be drawn in,
Faith, Collin, 'tis better I sit here and Spin.
He. Will nothing prefer me? what think'st of the Law?
She. Oh! while you live, Collin, keep out of that Paw:
He. I'll Cant, and I'll Pray;
She. Ah! there's nought got that way;
There's no one minds now what those black Cattle say:
Let all our whole Care
Be our Farming affair,
He. To make our Corn grow, and our Apple-trees bear.
2 Voices. Ambition's a Trade, no Contentment can show;
She. So I'll to my Distaff,
He. And I to my Plough.

CHORUS.

Let all our whole Care
Be our Farming affair,
To make our Corn grow, and our Apple-trees bear.
Ambition's a Trade, no Contentment can show;
So I'll to my Distaff,
And I to my Plough.

Pedro. How does your Excellence like the Entertainment? do our Musick and Sports please ye?

(Enter a Carter.

Sancho. Yes, yes, I like your Sports well enough;---

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Item Code: TD2DQ7

First line: Genius of England from thy pleasant bow'r of bliss

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 5.2, p.59.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Freeman and Mrs. Cibber

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.226, n.1111 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), pp.13-9 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

A SONG, at the Duke's Entertainment, by St. George and the Genius of England:

Sung by Mr. Freeman and Mrs Cibber.

Mr. Freeman. Genius of England, from thy pleasant Bow'r of Bliss,
Arise and spread thy sacred Wings:
Guard from Foes the British State,
Thou on whose smile does wait
Th' uncertain happy Fate
Of Monarchies and Kings.

Mrs. Cibber. Then follow brave Boys to the Wars,
The Lawrel you know's the Prize;
Who brings home the noblest Scars,
Looks finest in Celia's Eyes.
Then shake off the slothful Ease,
Let Glory inspire your Hearts;
Remember a Soldier in War and in Peace
Is the noblest of all other Arts.

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Item Code: TD2DQ8

First line: I burn my brain consumes to ashes

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 5.2, p.60.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Bracegirdle

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.248, n.1497 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to...Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), pp.19-23 (UMI(2) 490:19) et al.

Text of song:

Ambros. 'Dsheart the Duke's coming too; prithee take her away, dear Rodriguez---I'll get thee a Husband for't one time or other.(Marcella sings.

A SONG,

Sung by Marcella.

I burn, I burn, my Brain consumes to Ashes;
Each Eye-ball too, like Lightning flashes:
Within my Breast, there glows a solid Fire,
Which in a Thousand Ages can't expire.
Blow, blow, the Wind's great Ruler;
Bring the Po and the Ganges hither,
'Tis sultry, sultry Weather;
Pour 'em all on my Soul,
It will hiss like a Coal,
But never be the cooler.
'Twas Pride, hot as Hell,
That first made me Rebell,
From Love's awful Throne, a curst Angel I fell:
And mourn now the Fate,
Which my self did create;
Fool, fool, that consider'd not when I was well.
Adieu, adieu, transporting Joys,
Off ye vain fantastick Toys,
That dress'd the Face and Body to allure;
Bring, bring me Daggers, Poyson, Fire,
For Scorn is turn'd into Desire;
All Hell feels not the Rage which I, poor I, endure.

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Item Code: TD2DQ9

First line: Song has no lyrics?

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 5.2, p.61.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Rodr. Ay, hang ye; ye all promise for one another, but you never care to come too't your selves--- Well, not for that, but to get some Remedy for the poor Creature; I'll do't for once: Come Bird (Exit.

Marc. Bird, right; thou art the bird of Night: Come, I'll go with thee; by thy broad Face and toothless Gums I know thee, and that hook'd Nose that shades the Stumps remaining, thou art Grimalkin--- Whoo, whoo, whoo---Come along, Bird.

(sings.

(Exeunt Marcel. and Rodr.

<NOTE: Possibly Marcella reprises part of her previous song>.

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Item Code: TD2DQ10

First line: De foolish English nation

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Two (1694), 5.2, p.60.

First performed: late May 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded (Henry Purcell?)( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.222, n.1039 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs to... Don Quixote, Part the Second (1694), pp.23-4 (UMI(2) 490:19).

Text of song:

A Dance here of the Seven Champions, then a Song by St. Dennis.

De foolish English Nation,
Dat former Conquest brag on;
Make strang a Discourse
Of St. George and his Horse,
And de Murd'ring of de Dragon:

But shou'd de French Invade 'em,
And boldly cross de Water,
How de Williamite here
Voud trembla for fear
Of de Jack grand Roy, mon Maitre.

You boast of your Fifth Henry,
Dat once in France did Forrage;
But to answer dat same
Do but read Nostredame,
Garzoon will cool your Courage:

Our Gold will take your City,
Tho' Fighting ne'er can get one,
Veel on Salsbury-Plain
Bring on Millions of Men,
D'en---Wheiw---vere is Great-Brittain.

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Item Code: TD2M1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 2.1, p.12.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Here the Choir comes forward Singing; after them the Great Cardinal Fillomarino Myter'd <...> the Priests go backwards Singing into the Body of the Church <...>

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Item Code: TD2M2

First line: Glory thou mortal paradise

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 2.1, p.12.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Here they repeat this, all joyning their Voices in a Chorus: Then the Cardinal carries up the Charter to Massainello, and the Viceroy Sealing and delivering him his Articles, Massainello puts up his Sword: Then this Song being in Recitative in Praise of St. Gennaro and the Peace, is Sung.

A SONG in Two Parts, at the Solemnity of Massaniello.

Glory thou Mortal Paradise,
Best Joy of Noble Souls,
That all Delights below the Skies,
Surpasses and Controules.
In Martial Sounds be now Express'd,
And let the Spacious Globe be blest.
As now our happy Nation,
Sweet Peace her Beauteous Face appears,
Now shew your Power ye Tuneful Spheres;
Let Angels Sing and Charm all Ears:
For Wondrous is th' Occasion.

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Item Code: TD2M3

First line: Whilst wretched fools sneak up and down

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 2.2, pp.18-9.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Messrs. Leveridge and Pate

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.385, n.3895 [Music] Second Collection of New Songs (1699), pp.4-8 (UMI(2) 2428:02) et al.

Text of song:

Here follows a Comical Entertainment of Mimicking Dancing at a Ball with Clowns, Morrice-dancers and Tumblers mixt, and several Humourous Songs and Dialogues, which Ended, Aurelia, Bissignano, and Ladies rise.

A Dialogue between a Town-Sharper and his Hostess.

Sharp. Whilst wretched Fools sneak up and down,
Play hide and seek about the Town;
Deprest by Debts, and Fortunes frown,
By Duns too kept in awe:
Whenever my Occasions call,
And 'mongst my Creditors I fall,
I've one fine Song that Pays 'em all;
Fa la,---la.

Host. Good morrow Sir, I'm glad to see
Your Humour is so brisk and free,
I hope the better 'tis for me.
If you your Purse will draw:
Y've been two Years at Bed and Board,
And I, Lord help me, took your Word,
But now must have what here is Scor'd,
For all your Fa, la la---la.

Sharp. My Purse, sweet Hostess, is but lank,
But I have something else in bank;
And you at home I'll kindly thank,
With charming sweet Sol fa.
We'l, sit and Chaunt from Morn to Noon,
No Nightingal in May or June;
Did ever Sing so fine a Tune,
As fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Host. You take me for an Ideot sure,
Will this fine Tune my debt secure;
Or pay my Baker or my Brewer,
Or keep me from the Law,
To buy your Shirts there's Money lent,
Besides in Meat and Drink more spent;
And can you think I pay my Rent,
With fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Sharp. I'll teach thee such a pretty Song,
Shall please both Rich, Poor, Old, and Young;
Get thee a Husband Stout and Strong,
Some Country Rich Jack-Daw;
Nay more I'll bring to quit my Scores,
A crew of Toping Sons of Whores;
Shall Drink all Night and Charm the Hours,
With fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Host. Ye cunning Rogue this wheedling Talk,
You fancy will rub out my Chalk;
But I your sly design will balk,
When you to Jayl I draw;
Your boasted Song's a foolish thing,
For do but you the Money bring,
You'll find I can already sing,
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, &c.

Sharp. Well since Dame Fortune is my Foe,
And that I must to Prison go,
Let's have a Neat Frisk or so,
And then Rub on the Law.
Host. Well since you're on a merry Pin,
And make so slight the Counter-Gin,
I'll do't, and let the Tune begin
With Fa, la, la, &c.

Sharp. Has not my Dance ill Humour charm'd?
Ho. I must confess my Blood is warm'd.
And heart I hope by love alarm'd.
Sharp. To laugh, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Host. You think you've catch'd me, now I smile,
Sharp. No that I'll do at Night dear child.
Host. Well I'll the Bayliffs stop a while
To try your Fa la, &c.

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

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Item Code: TD2M4

First line: Sweep [My lord and madam sleep]

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 2.2, pp.19-20.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.340, n.3117. Lyrics only appear in Second Collection of New Songs (1699), pp.9-10.

Text of song:

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

Enter a Chimney-Sweeper's Boy and Sings.

Boy. Sweep, sweep, sweep,
My Lord and Madam sleep,
Whil'st I i'th Chimney creep,
And sweep, sweep, sweep.
He nimbly clumb up to the top,
Without a Ladder or a Rope,
And sweep, sweep, sweep,
Who calls the Chimney-sweep?
Enter a Cook-maid with a Ladle Yawning.

Cook. Heigh ho, Heigh ho, Heigh ho,
Ye bawling Bratt what's here to do?
With this your Sooty Devils trade,
If with this squalling noise you make,
My Lord and Lady chance to wake,
I vow Ill break your head.

Boy. Oh! Sicely, why so full of wrath?
You know I only mean,
To sweep the Chimney clean,
Lest Soot should fall and spoil the Broath.
Cook. You Youngsters have another way to deal,
Pretend to sweep, but come indeed to steal.
Boy. Nay now my Honours touch'd and soon,
I'll make you sing another Tune.
Cook. Come, Sirrah, come I've lately lost a spoon.

Boy. Can no one be the thief but I?
Ye've found me still an honest Boy;
You know I've kept your counsel too,
And never hinted farther,
What in the Kitchin Larder,
I once saw you and John the Coachman do?
Cook. Ye little Rogue, how did you dare,
To peep on such a grand affair?
Boy. I saw it and will tell it too,
The Garters you had on were blue;
I'll publish every thing was done,
Because you tax me with your Spoon.
Cook. I did but jest, come let's be friends,
I'll fetch thee what shall make amends. Exit Cook.

Boy. Sweep, sweep, sweep,
I saw the Coachman creep.
Into the Stable dark and deep,
When I by chance did peep.
Enter Cookmaid with a great Piece of Bread and Butter.

Cook. No more of that upon your life,
We are contracted Man and Wife;
And what you then did chance to see,
Was all in'th way of honesty:
We've given our Words and both shook hands,
And that's as firm as Marriage bands.
Boy. Get me my Breakfast to my wish,
With no more Spoons thrown in my Dish;
Agen upon a Truss of Hay,
You both may in the Stable play;
And I that peep, and sweep and peep,
And sweep, and peep, will nothing say.
Cook. Ill feed thee till I cloy,
My pretty, pretty Boy;
Thou shalt thy Breakfast have each morn.
Boy. And you all night shall have your joy.
Chorus. Thou shalt, &c.

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Item Code: TD2M5

First line: Weep no more no longer sigh and groan

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 3.2, p.26.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Here the Clouds open, and an Apparition of St. Genaro is seem, with his Sword drawn: He Sings this Song of Comfort, and then disappears.

The SONG.

Weep no more, no longer sigh and groan,
All Heaven's angry Darts are thrown.
A Sacred Councel late was held Above,
Blest with the Presence of Almighty Jove;
Where Pardons Seal'd, Peace does your Joys Restore,
And dire Rebellions now shall Rage no more.
See how the Clouds give way,
And Dazling Atoms Play,
In Consorts Shining Day:
To drive your Cares away.
The great Disposer of all Things,
To Pardon does Incline:
And now to form Disorders brings,
Who late made Peasants tread on Kings,
To shew his Power Divine.

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Item Code: TD2M6

First line: He led her by the milk white hand

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 4.2, p.34.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.236, n.1295 [Music] Second Collection of New Songs (1699), p.13 (UMI(2) 2428:02)

Text of song:

Fell. I'll sing a Pretty Song to please ye, Sir,---'twas made upon a poor unhappy Maid, forc'd in a Wood by a rude Barbarous Ruffian, and Rob'd and Ravish'd,---I know not what that is, but she was sadly us'd.

Pedro. What has she made a Song upon her self before-hand?

She sings.

Fell. He led her by the Milk white hand into a Covert shady,
He swore he'd give her House and Land, and she shou'd be a Lady.
Her Cheeks were spread with Crimson red; at last he made her squeak'out.
The naughty man a Trick began that I'm asham'd to speak out.

Pedro. Quaint and fine i'faith, what a pretty little warbling Pipe the Gipsie has---Oh---how I long to spoil it,---Come, come, my little Canary Bird, Musick is most proper at Meals, I must fall too now.

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

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Item Code: TD2M7

First line: The devil he pull'd off his jacket of flame

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 4.2, pp.34-5.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.210, n.842 [Music] Second Collection of New Songs (1699), pp.14-5 (UMI(2) 2428:02) et al.

Text of song:

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

Fell. Oh some kind Angel now look down and save me: Oh but you han't heard me sing a merry Song yet, I have of the Devil and a Fryer, how they were playing a Game at Cross Bunns, and how the Frier Cheated him.

Sings agen.

The Devil he pull'd off his Jacket of flame,
The Fryer he pull'd off his Cowle,
The Devil took him for a Dunce of the Game,
The Fryer took him for a Fool:
He piqu'd, and repiqu'd him so oft,
That at last he swore by the Jolly fat Nuns,
If Cards came no better than those that are past,
Oh! Oh! I shall lose all my Bunns.

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Item Code: TD2M8

First line: From burning caves the dreadful'st part of hell

Source Edition: Massaniello; or, A Fisherman a Prince, Part Two (1699), 5.4, pp.47-8.

First Performed: May 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 938:01

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Performer/s: Mr. Pate

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

Text of song:

Then they Dress the Fisherman and his Wife in the Robe and Gown, who Strutt about.--- Then Enter three Figures, the one Representing Death, the other a Hangman, the third the Devil.

Blowz. Oh Ged, what Nauseous Scraggy Rascal's that---foh--- I abominate th' sight of him.

Pimp. And I the t'other,---methinks he looks like the Hangman.

Serv. Right, Sir, he is one,---the t'other is, Madam, a strange surly positive morose Fellow, his Name is Death; few of you Ladies like him, he has not Flesh enough; the other, one that represents Rebellion.

A Solemn Introduction of Instrumental Musick, and then this Song is Sung by Mr. Pate, representing Rebellion.

From Burning Caves the dreadful'st part of Hell,
Where Fiends with Flaming Tongues in pain Eternal dwell,
And damn'd by me on Earth in dismal horror yell;
I come to shew these Wretches here,
What they are doom'd to bear.
I come to shew what Torment must ensue,
What endless Plagues are for Rebellion due.
Appear then each Slave.
Of Fate, Hell, and the Grave:
Appear in your Terror, and wound their curst Eyes
With Sulphur perfum'd too ye Furies arise.
1 Fury. Ha, ha, ha, ha, we laugh aloud. [Furies and others arise.
We laugh, we laugh aloud,
And of our Fortune still are proud,
When e're to Hell the Rebels crowd.
2 Fury. These to worst Pangs---Grim Pluto does condemn,
Our heaps of Coals are shovel'd all to them.
3 Fury. And when in Limbo's Freezing Lake,
We in another kind
Damnations Plague expect to find
Proud Rebels still our Places take,
And Grind their Gnashing Teeth and quake.
1 Fury. He may chance to find mercy who quaffs a full Bowl.
2 Fury. And the Whore-master too may make friends for his Soul.
3 Fury. But the Rebel unpardon'd for ever shall howl.
Chorus of all. He may chance, &c.

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Item Code: TD3DQ1

First line: The infant spring was shining

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), song not printed in play.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Not recorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.266, n.1815 [Music] Thomas D'Urfey, Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive...Volume Two, 1719, pp.128-31 (CT(1) 6428:08). First appeared in some copies of D'Urfey's New Songs in the Third Part of Don Quixote (1696), but not in the version on UMI(2)(1631:23).

Text of song:

Pretty Peg of Wandsor.

The Infant Spring was shining,
With Greens and Cowslips gay;
The Sun was just declining,
To Bath him in the Sea:
When as o'er Wandsor Hill I pass'd,
To view the prospect rare,
A lovely Lass sat on the Grass,
Whose Breath perfum'd the Air.

No more let Fame advance, Sir,
In London Jenny's praise:
For pretty Pegg of Wandsor,
Excells her a Thousand ways:
For face, for Skin,
For shape, for Mein,
For Charming, charming Smile;
For Eye, and Thigh,
And something by,
A King would give an Isle.

The Courtier for her favour,
Would slight his Golden claims;
The Jacobite to have her,
Woul quite Abjure King James;
The ruddy plump Judge,
That Circuit's do's trudge,
Would managing Tryals defer;
Post-pone a Cause,
And wrest the Laws,
To get but the managing her.

The General would leave Bombing,
Of Towns in hot Campaigns;
The Bishop his vum and Thumping,
And plaguing his Learned Brains:
One fighting would mock,
And tother his Flock,
A pin for Religion or France;
This shun the Wars,
And that his Prayers,
If Peggy but gave a Glance.

The powder'd Playhouse Ninny,
With much less Brains than Hair,
That deals with Moll and Jenny,
And tawdry common Ware:
If Peggy once he,
Saw under a Tree,
With rosie Chaplets crown'd;
He'd roar, and scow'r,
And curse the hour,
That e'er he saw London Town.

The Sailor us'd to Slaughter,
In Ships of Oak strong wall'd;
Whose Shot 'twixt Wind and Water,
The French jam foutres mawl'd:
If Peggy once there,
Her Vessel should steer,
And give the rough Captain a blow;
He'd give his Eyes,
And next French Prize,
That he might but thump her so.

The Doctor her half Sainted,
For Cures controuling Fate;
That has warm Engines planted,
At many a Postern gate:
If Peggy once were ill,
And wanted his Skill,
He'd soon bring her to Death's door;
By Love made blind,
Slip from behind,
And make his Injection before.

The Cit that in ld Sodom,
Sits Cheating round the Year;
And to my Lord, and Madam,
Puts off his Tarnisht ware:
This sneaking young Fop,
Would give his whole Shop,
To get pretty Peggy's good will;
To have her stock,
So close kept Lock'd,
And put in a Key to her Till.

Yet tho' she Hearts disposes,
And all things at her point;
Tho' London Jenny's Nose is,
Like others out of Joynt:
Yet she has one fault,
Which Jenny has not,
Who Loves happy Laws has obey'd;
For Peggy does slight,
And starve her delight,
To keep the dull name of a Maid.

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Item Code: TD3DQ2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 2.1, p.12.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Jaqu. Not at all? [sings out of tune.]

Mar. No, no, no, no.

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Item Code: TD3DQ3

First line: Vertumnus Flora you that bless the fields

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 2.2, p.16.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Raphael Courteville ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.365, n.3546 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), ff.2-3 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

Here follows an Entertainment of Musick and Dancing; which ended Camacho rises at the sound of some Shrieks and Cries without.

SONG.

Sung by one representing JOY.

Vertumnus, Flora, you that bless the Fields,
Where warbling Philomel in Safety builds;
And to the Nymphs and Swains
That revel on these Plains
Dispose the Joys that Heav'n and Nature yeilds:
Call Hymen, call him from his merry home;
Bid him prepare his Torch, and come,
To sing and drink full Bowls; Call loud, I say:
'Tis Beauty's Feast, Quitteria's Wedding-day.

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

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Item Code: TD3DQ4

First line: Here is Hymen here am I

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 2.2, p.17.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Raphael Courteville ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.239, n.1345 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), f.4 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

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

The Second SONG,

By one Representing Hymen or Marriage.

<1.>

Here is Hymen, here am I,
Some Mens grief, and some Mens joy:
Here's for better and for worse,
Many Bless and many Curse.

2.

Tender Virgins soft and young,
They that to be Mothers long,
By my Aid Loves Raptures try,
Save their blushes and enjoy.

3.

But none must Loves Banquet taste,
Tho' 'tis dress'd, till I say Grace;
Till I License so to do,
Maids that wish, must not fall too.

4.

The vast Universe I sway,
Humane Kind my Laws obey:
By a Power that equals Fates,
I give Honours and Estates.

5.

Thousands me a Pillory call,
Mouse-trap, Stocks, the Devil and all:
For who tries how I can bind,
Is for all his Life confin'd.

6.

But if any honest Swain,
Ask if I am Joy or Pain,
I am both, the truth to tell,
Sometimes Heaven sometimes Hell.

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

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Item Code: TD3DQ5

First line: Cease Hymen cease thy brow let discord awe

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 2.2, p.18.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Raphael Courteville ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.190, n.492 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), ff.5-7 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

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

The Third SONG,

By one Representing Discord.

Cease Hymen cease, thy Brow let Discord awe,
Thou Yoke, where Fools with toyle and trouble draw;
I am sworn Foe to-all thy Law does bind;
Marriage from first Creation was design'd
A Curse, Intail'd on wretched Human Kind.
'Tis noble Discord, generous Strife,
That gives the truest taste of Life;
Marriage first made Man fall,
Had I been in the Garden plac'd,
The Woman ne're had made him taste;
'Twas foolish Loving damn'd us all,
Had I been in, &c.

Joy. Happy Mortals you from me,
Shall have all felicity.
Hymen. I'le bestow, to raise your Joyes,
Charming Girles and Lovely Boys.
Discord. And to quell each fond Delight,
I will make you scratch and Bite.
Chorus of all. Let Mortals then know,
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know,
Let us by reflection shew,
What attends the Marriage Vow,
And what Joys and Troubles grow;
Let Mortals then know,
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know.

[Here follows a Dance of six or eight Men and Women, representing the Happiness and Unhappiness of Marriage.

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Item Code: TD3DQ6

First line: Damon feast [turn] your eyes on me

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 3.2, p.25.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Mr. Morgan ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.208, n.793 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), ff.8-9 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

A SONG sung by Miss Cross, when she makes Love to Don Quixote.

<Altisodora> Damon Feast your Eyes on me,
Whither simply would you lead 'em:
Can you think another she,
Has more Charms than I to feed 'em.
He that leaves a Rosie Cheek,
Lips Vermillion'd like a Ruby,
Blindly courser fare to seek,
Pox upon him for a Booby.

If a Smile, the Lovers Joy
Can Delight, I'le doo't Divinely,
Or d'ye love a Sleepy Eye,
Here is one can Ogle finely:
Charms would make another Man
Gaze an Age, I'll shew to win ye;
And when I've shewn all I can;
If you go the Devil's in you.

<speaks>---Oh Flower of Knights, Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Don Quix. Oh! Dulcinea del Toboso, guard well the Castle of my
Constancy---The foe is strong, the Nimph is wondrous Lovely.
Oh I hear Musick---now I shall get Breath. (Musick within) The
Married Couple's coming---this was lucky.

<NOTE: See score for additional verses to this song>.

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Item Code: TD3DQ7

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 3.2, p.25.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Musick plays; Then Enter Jaques led by two Maids; and then Mary led by two Men; Gines de Passamonte and Lopez disguis'd; Then Teresa follows, and Singers and Dancers.

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Item Code: TD3DQ8

First line: Come all great small [Short tall away to stool-ball]

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 3.2, pp.27-8.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.196, n.588 [Music] D'urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), f.10 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

The Clowns Song at the Marriage of Mary the Buxome, in Eleven Movements, Sung to a Division on a Ground Bass: The Words implying a Country Match at Stool-Ball.

Ground Bass. Come all, great, small,
Short, tall, away to Stool-Ball.

First Movement. Down in a Dale on a Summers day,
All the Lads, and Lasses, met to be merry;
A Match for Kisses at Stool-Ball play,
And for Cakes, and Ale, and Cyder and Perry.
<Second Movement?> Will, and Tom, Hall, Dick, and Hugh, Kate, Doll,
Sue, Bess, and Moll, with Hodge, and Bridget, Ned and Nanny,
But when Plump Siss got the Ball in her Mutton Fist,
Once fretted, she'd hit it further than any.

Third <sic> Movement. Running, Hairing,
Gapeing, Staring,
Reaching, Stooping,
Hollowing, Whooping,
Sun a Setting,
All thought fitting,
To sit down and rest 'em.

Fourth Movement. Hall got Sue,
And Doll got Hugh,
All took by turns
Their Lasses and Buss'd 'em

Fifth Movement. Jolly Ralph was in with Pegg,
Tho freckled like a Turkey Egg,
And she as right as is my Leg
Still gave him leave to Touze her.

Sixth Movement. Harry then to Katty,
Swore her Dugs were pretty,
Tho' they were all sweaty,
And large as any Cows arc.

Seventh Movement. Tom Melancholly was
With his Lass,
For Sue, what he e're cou'd do,
Wou'd not note him.

Eighth Movement. Some had told her
Being a Soldier,
In a Party
With Macarty,
At the Siege of Limerick,
He was wounded in the Scrotum.

Ninth <Movement>. But the cunning Philly
Was more kind to Willy,
Who of all their Ally
Was the ablest Ringer.

Tenth Movement. He to carry on the Jest.
Begins a Bumper to the best,
And winks at her of all the rest,
And squeez'd her by the Finger.

<Eleventh Movement.> Then went the Glasses round,
Then went the Lasses down,
Each Lad did his Sweet Heart own,
And on the Grass did fling her.

Ground Bass. Come all, great and small.

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

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Item Code: TD3DQ9

First line: The old wife she sent to the miller her daughter

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 3.2, p.29.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.311, n.2602 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive (1719), pp.185-7 (CT(1) 6428:07) et al. First appeared in some copies of New Songs (1696), but not the microfilm edition, and later in A Collection of New Songs (1701), pp.272-4 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

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

Mary. I cod I'll sing my Song then of the Millers Daughter; Come give me the Trenchers.

A Song sung by Mary the Buxome.

The old Wife she sent to the Miller her Daughter
To grind her Grist quickly, and so return back.
The Miller so workt it, that in eight months after,
Her Belly was fill'd as full as her Sack:
Young Robin so pleas'd her,
That when she came home,
She gap'd like a stuck Pig, and star'd like a Mome;
She hoyden'd, she scamper'd, she hallow'd, and whoop'd,
And all the day long,
This, this was her Song,
Hoy was ever Maiden so Lerricom Poop'd.

Oh Nelly cry'd Celie, thy Cloths are all Mealy,
Both backside and Belly are rumpled all ore.
You Mop Mow, and Slubber, why what a Pox ail ye,
I'le go to the Miller, and know all you Whore.
She went, and the Miller so grinding, did ply,
She came cutting Capers a foot and half high;
She wadled, and strodled, and hollow'd, and whoop'd,
And all the day long,
This, this was her Song;
Hoy, were e're swo Sisters so Lerricom Poop'd.

Then Mary o' th' Dairy, a third of the number,
Would fain know the cause they so gig'd it about.
The Miller her Wishes, long would not encumber,
But in the old manner, the secret made out.
Thus Celie, and Nelly, and Mary the Mild,
Were all about Harvest time all big with Child.
They Danc'd in a Hey, and she hollowed and whoop'd,
And all the day long,
This, this was their Song;
Hoy, were three Sisters so Lerricom Poop'd.

Basil. Most excellently perform'd, I see the Bride's an Artist at it.

Quit. Her motion quick and graceful, her Voice good too.

Teres. Nay, at our Wake Mary us'd always to carry away the Garland, I'le say
that for her <...>

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Item Code: TD3DQ10

First line: Dear Pinkaninny if half a guinea

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 4.2, p.41.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.209, n.820 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), f.11 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

Gines. Observe how he seats her, and now commands some Persons of Art of his Retinue to entertain her with a Song and a Dance.

SONG. Perform'd by Two Poppets, one representing a Captain, and t'other a Town Miss. To the Tune of a Minuet.

Pop. Capt. Dear Pinkaninny,
If half a Guiny
To Love will win ye,
I lay it here down:
We must be thrifty,
'Twill serve to shift ye,
And I know fifty
Will do't for a Crown.

Duns come so boldly,
Kings Money so slowly,
That by all things holy
'Tis all I can say.
Yet I'm so wrapt in,
The Snare that I'm trapt in,
I, as I'm true Captain,
Give more than my Pay.

Pop Miss Sings. Good Captain Thunder,
Go mind your Plunder;
Odzounds! I wonder
You dare be so bold.
Thus to be making
A Treaty so sneaking,
Or dream of the taking
My Fort without Gold.

Other Town Misses
May gape at Ten Pieces;
But who me possesses
Full Twenty shall pay.
To all poor Rogues in Buff
Thus, thus, I strut and huff;
So Captain Kick and Cuff,
March on your way.
To all poor Rogues, &c.

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Item Code: TD3DQ11

First line: Welfare trumpets drums and battling too

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), not printed in the play, to appear"in the 5th Act".

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Performer/s: Messrs. Leveridge and Edwards.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.368, n.3604 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), f.12 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

Coridon. Welfare Trumpets Drums and Battling too
Collin lay lay down thy Spade
And never more follow Adams old Trade;
But com<e> on to ye Warr
Where Swords and Guns are ratling
Now whilst we March with Hoboys
Merrily free Hunters of Honour,
Thou'rt Slave to ye Pride
Of some Boar of a Manner.

Colin. Well what then much better
Is brown bread and water,
With Bacon that's Rusty
And Beef tho 'tis Damnable Musty.
On Course wodden Platters
And Cook'd up by our Country Slutts,
Then Slashes and Bruzees
And hole made by Fuzees
Or feeding on Fame
When I'm Cripl'd and Lame
Or Sent Packing with a broad Sword thro' my Gutts,
Zoones with a broad Sword thro' my Gutts.

Coridon. Dull fool rail no more at Caveleering,
What a Damn'd Scandal it is,
To sneak here at home,
Grow mouldy with peace,
When Loud Fame calls thee out,
Where bold Dragoons are Domaneering,
Thou'lt see fortune ready to befriend thee,
If thou art wounded,
For Honour and Valour,
Preferments propounded.

Colin. I fear my Comission,
Will prove but a Vision,
For when I am posted,
On mines where I'm like to be rosted,
Tis Forty to one but I'm puff'd from my future Command,
Or if with much Toyling,
I chance to scape Broyling,
A Damn'd bitt of Lead,
Drills me quite thro' the Head,
How ye Devil then shall I kiss ye Kings hand,
Zoons how shall I kiss ye Kings hand.

To the 2d part of ye Tune

Coridon. From Bullets and fire,
Tho oft we retire,
Our wishes we Crown,
When we enter a Town,
That is Rich where the Lasses are kind,
And the Plunder's refreshing and Coole.

Colin. But what if foul Weather,
Won't let us com thither
The Trench full of Water
Then is not better
Ly safe at home and our Plowjobbers rule
Coridon. Gadzooks youre a Cowardly fool.

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Item Code: TD3DQ12

First line: From rosy bowers where sleeps the god of love

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 5.1, pp.48-9.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell (Version One-- nwc) (Version Two-- nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1091 [Music] Two slightly different versions exist: 1.D'urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), ff.16-7 (UMI(2) 1631:23); and 2. Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus (1698), pp.90-4.

Text of song:

Altis. I mean some rare Perfections of the Mind, as well as Graces of the Body, Sir. Come now, you shall see me sing and dance, and how far I excel dull Dulcinea.

[Here Altisidora sings.

In Five Movements.

1. Movement. From Rosie Bowers, where sleeps the God of Love,
Hither ye little waiting Cupids fly,
Teach me in soft melodious Strains to move,
Love. With tender Passion my Hearts darling Joy.
Ah! let the Soul of Musick tune my Voice
To win dear Strephon, who my Soul enjoys.

2. Movement. Or if more influencing,
Be doing something airy,
With a Hop and a Bound, }Gaily
And a Frisk from the round, }
I'le trip, trip like a Fairy.
As when on Ida dancing
Were three Celestial Bodies,
With an Air and a Face,
And a Shape and a Grace,
Let me charm like Beauty's Goddess.

3. Move. slow. Ah! 'tis in vain, 'tis all, 'tis all in vain,
Death and Despair must end the fatal Pain;
Cold, cold Despair disguis'd, like Snow and Rain
Falls on my Breast: Bleak Winds, in Tempests blow,
Melancholy. My Veins all shiver, and Fingers glow:
My Pulse beats a dead March for lost Repose,
And to a solid lump of Ice my poor fond Heart is froze.

4. Movement. Or say, ye Powers my Peace to Crown,
Shall I thaw my self, and drown
Amongst the Foaming Billows,
Passion. Increasing all with Tears I shed;
On Beds of Ooze, and Christal Pillows,
Lay down my Love-sick Head.

5. Movement. Swift. No, no, I'le streight run mad,
That soon my Heart will warm;
When once the Scense is fled,
Love has no Power to Charm.
Frenzy. Wild thro' the Woods I'll fly,
And dare some savage Boor;
A thousand Deaths I'll dye,
E're thus in vain Adore.

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Item Code: TD3DQ13

First line: Ah my dearest Celide

Source Edition: The Comical History of Don Quixote, Part Three (1695), 5.2, pp.56-8.

First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:3 (1696)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.67 [Music] D'urfey, Thomas, New Songs in the Third Part of...Don Quixote (1696), ff.13-5 (UMI(2) 1631:23) et al.

Text of song:

Basil. Do, Sir, and to divert your melancholy, and cheer the fading Spirits, we'll treat ye with some Musical Performance, you us'd to love it, let 'em begin there.

Here follows the last Entertainment of Singing and Dancing, which Ended, Don Quixot sleeps.

A Dialogue Sung between Lisis and Altisidora, a Boy and a Girl, suppos'd to be Brother and Sister.

I.

Lisis. Ah my Dearest Celide,
T'other day I ask'd my Mother,
by thy Lodging chang'd must be,
Why not still lie with thy Brother?
Altis. I remember well you did,
And I heard too what she said.
Lisis, Y'are a great Boy grown,
Therefore now must lye alone.
Lisis. To part us the Custom of Modesty Votes,
Unless both had Breeches,
Altis. Or both had long Coats.

II.

Lisis. Ah! what mischief can there be
In these little tyny Breeches,
That can part me thus from thee;
Sures there's Witchcraft in the stitches.
Altis. Or what Devil here resides,
That my Petticoat thus hides;
Mother Laughs an hour or two,
When I sometimes ask to know.
Lysis. Why a He,
Altis. And a She,
Lysis. May not Bed at our Size,
Altis. As well as two Girls,
Lysis. Or as well as two Boys.

III.

Lysis. I will since I'm kept from you,
Get a Wife as soon as may be,
Altis. And I'll get a Husband too,
Three times bigger than my Baby:
Lisis. Father to Mamma tells all,
When in Bed they chatting fall.
Altis. And when we are Married too,
We as much as they shall know.
Lisis. The Secret will out,
Altis. In Comparing of Notes,
Lisis. What's hid in these Breeches,
Altis. Or lies in these Coats.
Chorus of both. Let's laugh then, and follow our innocent play,
And Kiss, when Mamma is gone out of the way;
For I fear, I fear, we shall cry when we know,
'Tis all that a Brother and Sister may do.

Basil. He's faln asleep, remove him out there softly, 'twill either ease or end him.

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Item Code: TDACOW1

First line: Liberty's the soul of living

Source Edition: A Common-Wealth of Women (1685), 3.1, p.23.

First performed: 20 August 1685? (H/S, Lion), mid to late August (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2 (1686)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.279, n.2038 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), pp.10-1 (UMI(2) 364:15) et al.

Text of song:

A SONG between two Amazons.

<1.>

1 Am. Liberty's the Soul of Living,
Every hour new Joys receiving;
No sharp Pangs our hearts are grieving,
Liberty's the Soul of Living.

2.

Here are no false Men pursuing
Youth or Beauty to its Ruine
'Murmuring sighs, like Turtles Cooing;
Nor the bitter Sweets of Wooing.
Liberty's the Soul of Living,
Liberty's the Soul of Living.

3.

2 Am. In soft dreams our Souls are wasted,
All our solid Joys are blasted.
Sweet Diana, e're I'm past it,
Change thy Law, and let me taste it.

4.

But how vain are Hopes or Sorrows,
Pensive Nights, or sighing Morrows
Love's a Prey, not destin'd for us.
All our Quivers want their Arrows.
There's no Liberty like Loving,
There's no Liberty like Loving.

Chorus of Both.

Then since, we are doom'd to be Chaste;
And loving is counted a Crime,
We'll to our new Pleasures make haste.
Sing, Revel, and laugh out our Time,
And do what we can,
Not to think of a Man,
But make the best use of our Prime.

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Item Code: TDACOW2

First line: Cinthia with an awful power

Source Edition: A Common-Wealth of Women (1685), 4.1, p.35.

First performed: 20 August 1685? (H/S, Lion), mid to late August (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 93:2 (1686)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.207, n.784 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), p.11 (UMI(2) 364:15) et al.

Text of song:

Jul. Come, my dear, the Song, the Song! methinks I'm so merry o'th' suddain!

A SONG.

<1.>

Cinthia, with an awful Power,
O're all Hearts extends her sway:
Did the Eastern Natives know her,
They'd less prize the God of Day.
On her Brow Night shady lyes,
Whilst Morning Breaks from her fair Eyes.

2.

When she Dances, all the Graces
Charming motion treat your Eyes;
When she sings, she doubly blesses,
With her skill, and Angels Voice.
Musicks soul in Airs sublime,
Whilst every Heart still beats the time.

3.

When she smiles, you may discover
Golden Coasts, and wealthy Bliss;
But her Frowns throw back each Lover.
To Cold Green land, where we freeze.
Men may see the Glittering Shore,
But ne're deserve, to reach the Ore.

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Item Code: TDAFH1

First line: In vain <No more> cruel nymph you my passion despise

Source Edition: A Fond Husband, or The Plotting Sisters (1677), 1.1, p.1.

First performed: 31 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 787:4 (1678)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.295, n.2331. Lyrics only appear in A New Collection of Songs and Poems, 1683, p.47 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

Betty sings.

<1.>

In vain, Cruel Nymph, you my Passion despise,
And slight a Poor Lover that languishing dies:
Though Fortune my Name with no Titles endow'd;
Yet fierce is my Passion, and warm is my Blood.
Delay in Affection exalts an Amour;
For he that loves often will soonest give o'er.

2.

But Vigorous and Young I'll flee to thy Arms,
Infusing my Soul in Elizium of Charms.
A Monarch I'll be when I lie by thy side,
And thy pretty Hand my Scepter shall guide;
Till cloy'd with delight you confess with a Joy,
No Monarch so happy, so pleasant as I.

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Item Code: TDAFH2

First line: In January last on Monday at morn

Source Edition: A Fond Husband, or The Plotting Sisters (1677), 1.1, pp.9-11.

First performed: 31 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 787:4 (1678)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( William Turner?) ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.263, n.1752 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.46 (UMI(2) 286:12) and others.

Text of song:

Sir Rog. You know, Sir, when I was a Batchelor I delighted much in merry Songs and Catches.---Ah! Sawny Broome rare Fellow; and when a dozen of us Royalists were met at the Miter under the Rose there, the Leveller went round, round, ifaith.---I hold out still, Sir, as well as I can; and tho' I cannot sing my self, I keep those that can.---

Bubb. Ay, and so do I.---My Wives Maid shall sing you a Scotch Song:---Come, sing it Betty.--- [Betty sings.

A Scotch SONG.

<1.>

In January last on Munnonday at Morne,
As along the Fields I past to view the Winter Corn,
I leaked me behind, and saw come ore the Knough,
Yen glenting in an Apron with a bonny brent brow.

2.

I bid Gud Morrow, Fair Maid, and she right courteously,
Bekt lew and Sine kind Sir, she said, Gud Day agen to ye.
I speard o her, Fair Maid, quo I, how far intend you now?
Quo she, I mean a Mile or twa to yonder bonny brough.

3.

Fair Maid, Ime weel contented to ha sike Company;
For I am ganging out the Gate that you intend to be.
When we had walkt a Mile or twa, I said to her, My Dow,
May I not light your Apron sine kiss your bonny brow?

4.

Nea, Gud Sir, you are far mistean, for I am nean o those,
I hope you ha more breeding than to light a Womans Cloaths;
For Ive a better chosen than any sike as you,
Who boldly may my Apron light, and kiss your bonny brow.

5.

Nay, gif you are contracted, I have no more to say;
Rather than be rejected, I will give ore the Play:
And I will choose yen o my own that shall not on me rew,
Will boldly let me light her Apron, kiss her bonny brow.

6.

Sir, I see you are proud-hearted, and leath to be said Nay;
You need not tall ha started for eaght that I did say:
You knaw Wemun for modesty no at the first time Boo;
But gif we like your Company we are as kind as you.

<NOTE: Dialogue which follows relates to this song>.

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Item Code: TDAFH3

First line: Under the branches of a spreading tree

Source Edition: A Fond Husband, or The Plotting Sisters (1677), 4.2, pp.36-7.

First performed: 31 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 787:4 (1678)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: William Turner ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.363, n.3510 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), pp.30-1 (UMI(2) 286:12) and others.

Text of song:

Bubb. So, so! Come, now the Song, and then the Dance <...>

<NOTE: The next twenty-four lines relate to the forthcoming song>.

You shall hear, Gentlemen: Hey, the Song there and the Dance?

SONG.

<1.>

Under the Branches of a spreading Tree,
Silvander sate, from care and danger free,
And his inconstant roving humour shows
To his dear Nymph, that sung of Marriage-Vows:
But she with flowing Graces charming Air,
Cry'd, Fie, fie, my Dear, give o'er,
Ah, tempt the gods no more!
But thy offence with penitence repair:
For though Vice in a Beauty seem sweet in thy Arms,
An Innocent Virtue has always more Charms.

2.

Ah Phillida! the angry Swain reply'd,
Is not a Mistriss better than a Bride?
What Man that Universal Yoke retains,
But meets an hour to sigh and curse his chains?
She smiling cry'd, Change, change that impious Mind;
Without it we could prove not half the Joys of Love.
'Tis Marriage makes the feeling Joys Divine:
For all our Life long we from scandal remove,
And at last fall the Trophies of Honour and Love.

Bubb. Well sung ifaith: Look'ee, Gentlemen, is it not as I told you?

Sir Rog. In verity very well; very well, Sir.

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Item Code: TDAFH4

First line: And he took her by the middle small

Source Edition: A Fond Husband, or The Plotting Sisters (1677), 5.1, p.46.

First performed: 31 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 787:4 (1678)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

SONG.

And he took her by the middle small,
And laid her on the Plain;
With a hey down derry down, come diddle,
With a ho down derry, &c.

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Item Code: TDAFH5

First line: The bonny grey-eyed morn began to peep

Source Edition: A Fond Husband, or The Plotting Sisters (1677), song not printed in play.

First performed: 31 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 787:4 (1678)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Jeremiah Clarke ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Willis

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.185, n.394 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.247-8 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al. First appeared in Two New Scotch Songs (1697), no.2 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

The Bonney grey Ey'd Morn began to peep,
When Jockey rowz'd with Love came blithly on,
And I who wishing lay depriv'd of sleep,
Abhorr'd the lazy Hours that slow did run;
But muckle were my joys when in my view
I from my window spy'd my only dear,
I took the wings of Love and to him flew,
For I had fancy'd all my heav'n was there.

Upon my Bosom Jockey laid his Head,
And sighing told me pritty Tales of Love;
My yeilding Heart at ev'ry word he said,
Did Flutter up and down and strangely move.
He sigh'd, he Kiss'd my Hand, he vow'd and swore,
That I had o'er his Heart a conquest gain'd;
Then Blushing begg'd that I woul'd grant him more,
Which he alas too soon, too soon obtain'd.

<NOTE: This song is not ascribed to this play in the music source, though it may be elsewhere.>

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Item Code: TDAFP1

First line: I sighed and I pined [Was constant and kind]

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 1.1, p.2.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.254, n.1597, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 2-3.

Text of song:

Lyonel sings.

I sigh'd, and I pin'd,
Was Constant and Kind
To a Jilt that laugh'd at my Pains:
Though my Passion ne'r cool'd,
I found I was fool'd,
For all my Abundance of Brains.
But now I'm a Thing
As great as a King:
So blest is the Head that is addle!
The dull, empty Pate
Soonest comes to be great:
Fate doats on a Fool in the Cradle.

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Item Code: TDAFP2

First line: There's nothing so fatal as woman

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 1.1, p.4.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.348, n.3252, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 4-5.

Text of song:

<Lyon.> SINGS.

There's nothing so fatal as Woman,
To hurry a Man to his Grave;
You must think, you may plot,
You may sigh like a Sot:
She uses you more like a Slave.
But a Bottle, altho' it be common,
The Cheats of the Fair will undo,
It will drive from your Head
The Delights of the Bed;
He that's drunk is not able to wooe. [Ex. Lyon.

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Item Code: TDAFP3

First line: In yonder cowslip lies my dear

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 3.[2], p.41.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.266, n.1810 but this only applies to the lyrics that appear in the play.

Text of song:

Cler. Where is she, Sir?

Lyon. Dead! Dead!

SINGS.
In yonder Cowslip lies my Dear,
Intomb'd with liquid Gems of Dew;
Each day I'll water't with a Tear,
Its fading Blossom to renew.

Alas, poor Soul! she dy'd of the Heart-burning, in spight of the Benefit of Crabs Eyes or Spaw-water, Sir: you are an Apothecary.

Long. Alas, poor Wretch!

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Item Code: TDAFP4

First line: I'll lay me down and die

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 3.[2], p.41.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.256, n.1629, but this only applies to the lyrics that appear in the play.

Text of song:

Lyon. Thank her; but 'tis too late, tell her!

SINGS.

I'll lay me down and dy
within some hollow Tree,
The Raven and Cat, the Owl and Bat
shall warble out my Elegy.

How d'ye like that Dirge now, was it not quaint?

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Item Code: TDAFP5

First line: Fled is my love forever gone

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or The Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), song not indicated in play, to be "sung in the Third Act".

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: William Mountfort

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.220, n.1013, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 6-7.

Text of song:

<Lyon.> Fled is my Love, forever gone!
Oh, mighty Loss! Eternal Sorrow!
Yet prethee Strephon, why should'st mourn?
For if thy Celia wont return,
To her thou shalt go tomorrow.

<NOTE: If the order of the scores in the supplement reflects the order of appearance in the text, this song must appear in 3.2 prior to page 43 (see TDAFP7 ). Given the brevity of the scene, I would suggest that this is either designed to replace TDAFP3 or TDAFP4, or to appear in close proximity to same>.

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Item Code: TDAFP6

First line: 'Tis death alone can give me ease

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or The Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), song not indicated in play, to be "sung in the Third Act"<see note to TDAFP5>.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.355, n.3376, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition page 8.

Text of song:

<Lyonel?> 'Tis Death alone can give me Ease,
For all the mighty Pain I've felt,
In his cold Heart shall ever freeze,
Since hers could never, never melt.

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Item Code: TDAFP7

First line: I'll mount to yon blue coelum

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or The Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 3.[2], p.43.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.256, n.1630, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition page 9.

Text of song:

<Lyonel> I'le mount to yon, blue Coelum,
To shun these Female Gypsies;
I'll play at Bowles with Sun and Moon,
And scare ye with Eclipses.

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Item Code: TDAFP8

First line: Lol throl lol

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 4.1, p.50.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Enter Footman Singing.

Foot. Lol-throl-lol---<speaks> How now! what pretty Country thing is this, that stares at me? I'le speak to her: Your Servant, pretty Mistress, whither are you a going?

<NOTE: Either this song has no lyrics, or it is the scene location for TDAFP9>.

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Item Code: TDAFP9

First line: I'll sail upon the dog-star

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), song not indicated in the play, to be "sung in the Fourth Act".

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.256, n.1633, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 10-2.

Text of song:

<Footman?> I'le sail upon the Dog-Star,
And then persue the Morning;
I'le chase the Moon 'till it be Noon,
But I'le make her leave her Horning.
I'le climb the frosty Mountain,
And there I'le coyn the Weather;
I'le tear the Rainbow from the Sky,
And tye both ends together.
The Stars pluck from their Orbs too,
And crowd them in my Budget;
And whether I'm a roaring Boy,
Let all the Nation judge it.

<NOTE: TDAFP8 is a possible scene location for this song>.

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Item Code: TDAFP10

First line: Jenny gin you can love

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), song not indicated in the play;"A Scotch Song" to be "sung in the 4th Act".

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.268, n.1857, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 13-4.

Text of song:

A Dialogue by Jockey and Jenny.

<I.>

Jockey. Jenny, gin you can love,
And have resolv'd you will try me;
Silly Scruples remove,
And do no longer deny me:
By thy bonny Black Eye,
I swear nean other can move me;
Then if still you deny,
You never, never did love me.

Jenny. Jockey, how can you mistake,
That know full well when you woo me;
My poor Heart does so ake,
It throbs as it would come through me!
How can you be my Friend,
That thus are bent to my Ruine?
All the Love you pretend,
Is only for my Undoing.

II.

Jockey. Who can tell by what Art
This Chiming Nothing, called Honour,
Charms my Jenny's soft Heart,
When Love and Jockey has won her?
Jenny. 'Tis a Toy in the Head,
And Muckle Woe there's about it;
Yet I'd rather be dead,
Than live in Scandal without it.

But if you'l love me, and Wed;
And guard my Honour from Harms too;
Jockey I'le take to my Bed,
And fold him close in my Arms too.
Jockey. Talk not of Wedding, dear Sweet,
For I must have Chains that are softer;
I'm of a Northerly Breed,
And never shall love thee well after.

CHORUS: Bass and Treble.

Then since ill Fortune intends,
Our Amity shall be no dearer;
Still let us kiss and be friends,
And sigh we shall never come nearer.

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Item Code: TDAFP11

First line: If thou wilt give me back my love

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), song not indicated in the play, to be "sung in the Fifth Act".

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: William Mountfort

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.260, n.1710, music appearing in the supplement to the first edition pages 15-6.

Text of song:

<Lyonel> If thou wilt give me back my Love,
For ever I'le Adore thee;
And for the favour, mighty Jove,
With Souls from Heaven shall store thee:
To the Queen of Shades, she shall advance,
And all shall wait upon her;
Kings shall Adore her Countenance,
And I'le be her Page of Honour.

<NOTE: This song may be the one sung by Lyonel at TDAFP13 >.

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Item Code: TDAFP12

First line: Since marriage is a yoke two fools must wear

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 5.1, p.76.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Mar. Swift as the Mischief, Madam, never doubt me.

Since Marriage is a yoke two Fools must wear,
The ablest Fool the heaviest part should bear.
Thus let it then my Husbands Neck weigh down,
I'le try to make it easy for my own.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: TDAFP13

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable (1688), 5.1, p.84.

First performed: April 1688 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 490:10

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Lyon. Great Pluto---know that I am Orpheus, and through the dismal shades of direful night, am come to seek my long lov'd Proserpine, I'le charm thee God, with Musick, my soft Aires shall lull the Pow'rs of thy barb'rous Empire, and set my Love at liberty.

(Sings.

<NOTE: This may the location for TDAFP11 >.

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Item Code: TDAVW1

First line: Let the traitors plot on till at last their undone

Source Edition: A Virtuous Wife, or Good Luck at Last (1679), 1.1, pp.8-9.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 275:28 (1680)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Thomas Farmer ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.277, n.2005 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.7 (UMI(2) 286:13) and others.

Text of song:

Sing-M. <...> Now Sir, to divert you, I'll sing you a merry Song. 'Tis not customary with us Professors. ---but to oblige you Sir---

Sir Frol. Thank you good Mr. Crotchet.

SONG

Let the Traitors plot on, till at last they'r undone,
By hurting their Brains to decoy us;
We whose hearts are at rest, in our Loyalties Blest,
What Demon or Power can annoy us?
Ambition like Wine, does the Senses confound,
And Treason's a damnable thing.
Then let him that thinks well, see his Brimmer go round,
And pray for the Safety, and Life of the KING.

Chorus. Let Caesar Live long, let Caesar live long,
For ever be happy, and ever be young:
And he that dares hope to change a King for a Pope,
Let him die, let him die, while Caesar lives long.

How happy are we! when our thoughts are all free,
And blest in our forced Obedience;
Whilst the politick fool that's Ambitions to Rule,
Still banks at the Oath of Allegiance:
He trembles and flies from his numerous foes,
Like a Dear that the Hunters surround;
While we that hate all, that would Monarchs depose,
Make the joyes of our hearts, like our Glasses abound.

Chorus. Let Caesar live long, let Caesar live long,
For ever be happy, and ever be young;
And he that dares hope to change a KING for a Pope,
Let him die, let him die, while Caesar lives long.

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Item Code: TDAVW2

First line: Rosy cheeks and dimpled chin

Source Edition: A Virtuous Wife, or Good Luck at Last (1679), 1.1, p.12.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 275:28 (1680)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

<Sir L. Widg.> SINGS.

Rosie Cheeks and dimpled Chin,
Slow Will of Stenson.
Cole-black Eyes, and Milk-white Skin,
Oh! pretty Pegg of Benson.

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Item Code: TDAVW3

First line: Sawney was tall and of noble race

Source Edition: A Virtuous Wife, or Good Luck at Last (1679), 3.1, pp.29-31.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 275:28 (1680)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded (probably Thomas Farmer?) ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.325, n.2850 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.9 (UMI(2) 286:13) et al.

Text of song:

Letitia Sings <presumably referring to the following song>.

Sir Froll. Stay, here's my Wife, and Company with her---perhaps she may be busie---stand by, and observe a little---Come, out with it Lettice---I like it well--

SCOTCH SONG.

1.

Sawney was tall, and of noble Race,
And lov'd me better then any yen,
But noo he liggs by another Lasse,
And Sawney will nere be my Love agen.
I gave him a fine Scotch Sarke and Band,
I put um on with my awn hand;
I gave him House, and I gave him Land,
Yet Sawney will ne'ere be my Love agen.

2.

I rob'd the Groves of all their Store,
And Nosegayes made to give Sawney yen;
He kist my Breast, and fain would do more,
Gude feth methought he was a bonny yen:
He squeez'd my Fingers, grasp'd my Knee,
And Carv'd my name on each green Tree;
And sigh'd and languisht to ligg by me;
But now he ne'ere will be my Love agen.

3.

My Bongrace, and my Sun-burnt Face
He prais'd; and also my Russet Gown;
But now he dotes on the Copper Lace,
Of some lew'd Quean of London-Town.
He gangs and gives her Curds and Creame,
Whilst I poor Saule sit sighing at heam;
And ne're Joye Sawney unless in a Dreame;
For now he ne're will be my Love agen.

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Item Code: TDAVW4

First line: For he that a bonny brisk widow will wed

Source Edition: A Virtuous Wife, or Good Luck at Last (1679), 4.3, p.50.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 275:28 (1680)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Enter Sir Lubberly Singing.

For he that a Bonny Brisk Widow will Wed,
Must Ransack her Coffers, and creep to her Bed.

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Item Code: TDAVW5

First line: The sages of old

Source Edition: A Virtuous Wife, or Good Luck at Last (1679), song not printed in play, but ascribed to it in the score.

First Performed: September 1679 (L.S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 275:18

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Thomas Tollet (or John Eccles?)( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.325, n.2844 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.167-8 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al.

Text of song:

The Sages of old,
In Prophecy told;
The cause of a Nations undoing:
But the true English breed,
No Prophets do need,
For each man here seeks his own ruin.
By grumbling and Jars,
We promote civil Wars;
And preach up false Tenets to many,
We snarl, and we bite,
We rail, and we fight
For Religion, yet no man has any.

Then him let's commend,
That's true to his Friend;
And a Miss that can Wittily prattle:
That delights not in Blood,
But draws when he shou'd:
And bravely ne'er shrinks from a Battle;
That rails not at Kings,
Nor at Politick things;
Nor Treason does speak when he's mellow,
But takes a full Glass,
To his Masters success,
This, this is the honest brave Fellow.

<NOTE: Score is ascribed to Tollet in Wit and Mirth, but to Eccles in Songs Compleat, Vol.2 (1719), pp.17-8>.

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Item Code: TDAWFAM1

First line: De'el take the war that hurri'd Willy from me

Source Edition: A Wife for Any Man (c.1696), song from a lost play.

First performed: c.1696 (Day and Murrie), 1695-7 (H&S)

UMI reel no.: Not applicable (lost play)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey (according to H&S)

Composer: Not recorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.210, n.831 [Music] Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1699, pp.246-7 (UMI(2) 1880:18) and others.

Text of song:

De'el take the Warr that hurri'd Willy from me,
Who to love me just had sworn,
They made him Captain sure to undoe me,
Woe is me he'll ne'er return;
A thousand Loons a-broad will Fight him,
He from thousand ne'er will run,
Day and night I did invite,
To stay safe from the Sword and Gun:

I us'd allureing Graces,
With muckle kind Embraces,
Now sighing, then crying, Tears droping fall;
And had he my soft Arms,
Preferr'd no Wars alarms,
By Love grown mad, without the Man of Gad
I fear in my fit I had granted all.

I Wash'd and patch'd to make me look provoking,
Snares that they told me would catch the Men;
And on my Head a huge Commode sat Cocking,
Which made me shew as tall agen:
For a new Gown too I paid muckle Money,
Which with golden Flowers did shine;
My Love well might think me Gay and Bonny,
No Scotch Lass was e'er so Fine.

My Petticoat I Spotted,
Fringe too with Thread I knotted;
Lace Shooes and Silk Hose garter full over Knee.
But oh! the fatal thought,
To Willy these are nought,
Who Rid to Towns and Rifled with Dragoons,
When he silly Loon might have Plunder'd me.

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Item Code: TDAWFAM2

First line: Oh all ye gods of holy truth

Source Edition: A Wife for Any Man (c.1696), song from a lost play.

First performed: c.1696 (Day and Murrie), 1695-7 (H&S)

UMI reel no.: Not applicable (lost play)

Author: Thomas D'Urfey (according to H&S)

Composer: Not recorded ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Cross.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.302, n.2449 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, September to December 1699, pp.193-4, 196.

Text of song:

Oh all ye Gods of Holy truth,
That saw the Virtues of my Yonth <Youth>;
Save a poor helpless wretched Maid,
By Love's deceiptful Arts betray'd;
Save a Poor helpless slave,
A poor helpless wretched Maid,
By Love's deceiptful Arts betray'd [Sing this twice over and then Repeat.

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Item Code: TDBDA1

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: Bussy D'Ambois, or The Husband's Revenge (1691), 4.1, p.30.

First performed: March 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 593:9

Author: Thomas D'Urfey (adapt. George Chapman)

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

Text of song:

King, Guise, D'Ambois, Mountsurry, Dutcherse, Tamira, Beaupre, Charlotte, Pero, Anabell, Monsieur: As at a Banquet, a Song and Dance performed, which ended, the King rises.

<This is the possible location of either TDBDA3 or -->TDBDA4?? -->>.

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Item Code: TDBDA2

First line: Occidentalium legionum spiritualium imperator

Source Edition: Bussy D'Ambois, or The Husband's Revenge (1691), 5.2, p.45.

First performed: March 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 593:9

Author: Thomas D'Urfey (adapt. George Chapman)

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

Text of song:

Bus. Proceed then, I am ready, Sits down.

Sings.

Occidentalium Legionum Spiritualium Imperator, per Stygijs Insurutabillia Arcana, Adesto O Behemeth, veni, per Noctis & Tenebrarum Abdita profundissima, per Labentia Sydera per ipsos motus horarum furtivos Hecatesque altum Silentium, Apare in forma Spirituali, Lusente Splendida, & Ambili.

Thunder and Ligtning.

[d' Ambois falls Asleep, Behemeth ascends and Sings, then appears in a Dance Spirits, Representing the manner of d' Ambois's Murder and Exeunt.]

d' Ambois Awakes.

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Item Code: TDBDA3

First line: Awake unhappy man awake

Source Edition: Bussy D'Ambois; or, The Husband's Revenge (1691), song not printed in play (see TDBDA1 for possible location).

First performed: March 1691 (Danchin)

UMI reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Thomas D'Urfey (adapt. George Chapman)

Composer: Gottfried Finger ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.179, n.288.[Music] Mercurius Musicus, August 1699, pp.161-3.

Text of song:

Awake, unhappy man, awake,
Deaths Eternall sleep to take.
Fate comes on, nor can'st thou fly,
Fate commands and thou must die;
They who burn in lawless fire,
Must by unlawfull death expire.
Awake, unhappy man, awake,
Deaths Eternall sleep to take.

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Item Code: TDBT1

First line: Stern Fate relent change thy obdurate will

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.1.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

The Curtain being drawn, Fate is discover'd sitting on a Throne <...> Thus all continue, while a solemn Ayr is play'd by Violins, Rechorders,&c.--- which done, all but Death kneel to Fate and the Three Sisters.

The King and Queen sing together.

Stern Fate relent, change thy obdurate will,
Canst thou without remorse see Monarchs kneel?
For ev'ry moment added to our breath,
We'l send whole Hecatombs of Slaves to death.

This repeated by a full Chorus of Voices, and Musick.

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

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Item Code: TDBT2

First line: O gentle Fate my beauty spare

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.2.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

The Lady sings alone.

O gentle Fate my beauty spare;
Is there no pity for the Fair?
All the Stars and the Glories my Lovers e're gave,
I'le part from to buy a release from the Grave.

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

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Item Code: TDBT3

First line: Shall a hero whose valour no force e'er o'ercame

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.2.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

The Heroe rises up and sings.

Shall a Heroe whose valour no force e're o'recame,
Submit his great heart to an Aiery name?
Thou Deity of slaves and fools,
Let me and my Subjects alone,
Or I'le pull thee from thy gloomy Throne,
And make thy Spinsters quit their tools.

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

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Item Code: TDBT4

First line: We court the fate from which they fly

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.2.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

The Lover sings, and one of the Unfortunate.

We court the fate from which they fly,
For death, for death the wretched cry,
Oh change our doom, Oh change our doom, Oh change our doom
Or let us dye.

Chorus of the Lover, Slave, and the two Unfortunate.

We court, &c.

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

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Item Code: TDBT5

First line: Mortals give o'er [In vain like raging seas]

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.2-3.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Fate sings.

Mortals give o're,
In vain like raging Seas your passions roar,
In vain for pity you implore:
The fix'd decrees which Fate has pass'd,
No threats or pray'rs can stop or hast;
The Vassal shall tread
On the Conquerour's head;
And the Beggar that lies
In the dust shall arise
To a Crown,
While Usurpers and Tyrants fall down:
Fate crops the gayest, sweetest Rose,
While the prickly Thistle grows;
The creeping Bramble still looks green,
When he lops the lofty Pine:
Some shall love and sigh in vain,
For her that is by others slighted,
And the coyest Nymphs disdain
Shall be requited
By as proud a Swain.
Some shall dye laughing, and some shall dye sad,
For the deformed the fair shall be mad,
And the glittering Scepter be chang'd to a Spade.

Chorus of Fate and the Three Sisters.

Some shall, &c.
For the deformed, &c.
And the glittering, &c.

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

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Item Code: TDBT6

First line: With cares and contrivance their fate to avoid

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.3.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

In which Death kills the King and Queen, the Slave stabs the Hero, the Unfortunate seize the Crowns, and the Lady courts her despis'd Lover.

Fate sings.

With cares and contrivance their Fate to avoid,
Men lose the short pleasures that may be enjoy'd;
Their fears are too swift, and their wishes too late,
For nothing can alter the dictates of Fate.

Chorus by Fate and the Three Sisters.

With cares, &c.

While the Chorus is singing, the Stage is clear'd of the rest. Fate spurns the Globe, throws down his Book, and rises in anger; the Three Sisters follow him.

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Item Code: TDBT7

First line: Give o'er [Spin no more lives]

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.4.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Fate. Give o're---
Spin no more lives, burn all the sacred Tow,
Let hasty births to sudden fun'rals go,
Till the vast world a second Chaos know.
1 Sister. Dread King of all the skies great lights, disclose
2 Sister. What weighty cause
Obstructs thy Laws,
3 Sister. What does thy haughty spirit discompose?
Fate. Juno and Pallas with proud Venus joyn,
The awfull Throne of Fate to undermine:
Ingratefull pow'rs! I'le break your close design.
Hoe Discord! hoe!--- (Enter Discord.
Whence com'st thou, Mignion, from the shades below?
Or from dark caves where struggling winds do grow?
Discord. Ah---no!
In Courts and Cities now I dwell;
The sullen man and wanton wife,
Have more imployment found for strife,
Then all the winds
The Seaman finds,
Or all the Fiends in Hell.
Chorus. The sullen man, &c.
Fate. From the Hesperian Tree with nimble wing,
The fairest, largest golden Apple bring:
Hast! hast! I seal'd the watchfull Dragons eyes.
Discord. Great Ruler of the World, thy Servant flies.

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Item Code: TDBT8

First line: When power and wisdom with beauty unite

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.5.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Fate.

When power and wisedom with beauty unite,
Mankind will be drown'd in such Seas of delight,
My frowns they'l despise, and my favours they'l slight.
Proud Deities, dare you oppose my Yoke,
When your poor petty Cobweb plots are broke?
I'le make you cringe and tremble at my stroke.
The fiercest Gods with all their Titles swell'd,
Ev'n Jove himself to Destiny shall yield.

Chorus of Fate and the Three Sisters.
The fiercest Gods, &c.
Ev'n Jove, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT9

First line: Be gone to Ida's flow'ry mount make haste

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.5.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Enter Discord with a golden Apple; Fate writes on it, and gives it her again.

Fate.

Be gone, to Ida's flow'ry Mount make hast,
There thou shalt find
Three Goddesses joyn'd,
And by Concord embrac'd;
Before their eyes this guilded poison cast:
Take all the Furies with fierce Adders curl'd,
Let their envenom d spight a' round be hurl'd,
And ghastly mischief fright the sleepy world.

Chorus. Take all the Furies, &c.
Exeunt Fate and the Three Sisters.

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Item Code: TDBT10

First line: What ho you dismal hags

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.5-6.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Discord. What hoe! you dismal haggs,---
What hoe! you dismal haggs,---that hate the light,
Daughters of dreadful Styx, and dreary Night;
You snakie Sisters rise with threatning hands,
Shake your steel'd whips, and wave your smoakie brands.

Enter the Three Furies.

1 Fur. The news,---
2. The news,---
3. The news,
All. The news, fierce Discord, quickly tell the news.

Discord. Listen dire messengers of angry fate.

(All whisper and mutter together.

1 Fur. Enough,
2. Enough,
3. Enough, we will about it strait.
All. Enough, we will about it strait.

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Item Code: TDBT11

First line: Lean Virtue shall down with her barren reward

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.6.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

A Song in two Stanza's.

Disc. Lean Vertue shall down with her barren reward,
When Discord comes on she'l no longer be heard.
1 Fur. Great Power, and Wisedom, and Beauty we'l sever,
2 Fur. And singly destroy what would conquer together:
3 Fur. The fair shall be foolish, the wise shall be mad,
And by their delusions the great be misled.
Chorus. The fair, &c.

Disc. The Gallant shall swear, and the Nymph shall be kind,
But both shall prove false to the Love they design'd:
1 Fur. The wise shall for power and wealth be too zealous;
2 Fur. The great of their plotting and pride shall be jealous.
3 Fur. And when the whole World's in confusion again,
The Furies and Discord shall pleasantly reign.
Chorus. And when, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT12

First line: Begone you deluders your traffic is o'er

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.10.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

After a flourish of Violins, Rechorders, Flajolets, &c. an Astrologer with a Globe in his hand, and a Fortune-telling woman enter, pursu'd by Shepherds and Shepherdesses.

Chorus of Shepherds and Shepherdesses, to which all Dance, and drive off the Astrologer and woman.

Be gone you Deluders, your Traffick is o're,
Your Figures and Canting shall cheat us no more.

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Item Code: TDBT13

First line: Come come away [To solemnize this happy day]

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.10.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Song by a Shepherdess.

Come, come away,
To solemnize this happy day;
With joyfull cries
Let's rend the skies,
For Fortune's fall is Virtue's rise.
Chorus of all with Musick. Come, come away, &c.

2 Shepherdess sings.

Sing, sing aloud,
And you that love the coy or proud,
No more complain,
But chuse again,
For Fate must yield to Virtue's reign.
Chorus. Sing, sing aloud, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT14

First line: Fortune's a drab though the fool and the knave

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.10-1.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Song by a Shepherd.

Fortune's a drab, though the fool and the knave
Proclaim her a Goddess, and Court her;
Because they deserve not the blessings they have,
They think the blind Quean their supporter:
But the wise and the brave
Still make her a slave,
They laugh at her frowns and her favour,
And now the deceiver
Is ruin'd for ever,
Her Cracks and her Cullies shall leave her.
The Jilt to her own rouling-wheel shall be ty'd,
And the three Fatal Sisters be hang'd in their thread.
Chorus. The Jilt, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT15

First line: I love and am lov'd but dare not declare

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.11.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Song by a Shepherd.

I love and am lov'd, but dare not declare
The beauty that reigns in my breast,
She's smoother then Lillies, she's softer then Air,
She's all that can make a man blest:
But alas she's confin'd to the pleasure
Of one more unhappy then I;
An Indian that knows not the worth of his treasure,
But slights that for which I would dye.

The Dragon still wakes, and guards with fierce eyes
The fruit which he cares not to tast,
But Virtue and Honour are watchfuller spies,
Their tyranny ever will last:
When in secret our flames we discover,
We bow to the Laws they ordain,
How short are the joys of a virtuous Lover,
But Ah there's no end of his pain!

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Item Code: TDBT16

First line: Joy sits smiling on each brow

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.11-3.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

A Song by a Shepherd and Shepherdess.

Shepherd. Joy sits smiling on each brow,
In each dimpl'd cheek's a furrow,
Made by mirth to bury sorrow;
All are happy,---All are happy now,
Only Celia's cruel, cruel, cruel eye,
Dooms Amintor still to dye.
1 Shep. Poor Amintor's doom'd to dye.
2- Poor Amintor's doom'd to dye.
3- Poor Amintor's doom'd to dye.
All Shep. Chorus. Only Celia's, &c.

Shepherdess. Oh Amintor hide thy pains,
If thy tempting tongue had won me,
Lawless passion had undone me,
Sacred Virtue,---Sacred Virtue reigns.
All that Virtue, All that Virtue grants I'le give,
For thy hopeless love I'le grieve,
1 Shep. And Amintor still shall live.
2-. Celia bids Amintor live.
3-. Celia bids, &c.
Chorus. All that Virtue, &c.

Shepherd. Then the longing eyes may gaze,
In each others beams uniting,
And the trembling hands uniting,
Break not Virtues,---Break not Virtues Laws.
Chastest Vestals, Chastest Vestals thus may kiss,
Thus may Saints repeat their bliss,

1 Shep. Virtue will not blush at this.
2- Virtue will, &c.
3- Virtue will, &c.
Chorus. Chastest Vestals, &c.

Shepherdess. Hold, fond Shepherd, keep thy vow,
Love deny'd 's an humble waiter,
But a bold insulting traytor,
When the Virtuous,---when the Virtuous bow.
Dear Amintor, Dear Amintor pray give o're,
Celia cannot grant thee more,
Alas she would but has not pow'r.
1. Shep. Virtue, makes thy Celia poor.
2- Virtue, &c.
3- Virtue, &c.
Chorus. Dear Amintor, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT17

First line: Let's love and let's laugh

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.13.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.279, n.2031 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.51 (UMI(2) 286:12) et al. First appeared in Musical Companion (1673), supp. p.8 (supplement absent from UMI(2) edition).

Text of song:

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Song.

Let's love, and let's laugh, let's dance, and let's sing,
While shrill ecchoes ring,
Our wishes agree, and from cares we are free,
Then who are so happy, so happy as we.

We press the soft Grass, each Swain with his Lass,
Or follow the chase,
When weary we be, we sleep under a Tree,
And who are so happy, so happy as we.

By flatt'ry or fraud no Shepherd's betray'd,
Or cheats the fond Maid,
No false supple knee to deceive us we see,
Then who are so happy, so happy as we.

We envy no pow'r, nor cannot be poor,
Who wish for no more;
Some richer may be, and of higher degree,
But none are so happy, so happy as we.

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Item Code: TDBT18

First line: Tell me dearest Oenone

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.14-7.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

Song in Dialogue.

Paris. Tell me dearest Oenone,
Why such sadness clouds my Sun;
A pearly deluge from thy eyes,
Spreads thy rosie cheeks around,
Where poor Cupid mourning lyes,
To see his World of beauty drown'd.
Oenone. Oh my Paris, Oh my Swain,
Thou darling of the flow'ry Plain,
I fear---But Ah my grief's too much to speak,
I fear, I fear my swelling heart will break.
Paris. Has the fierce Woolf devour'd a bleating Lamb,
Or robb'd the Fondling of his Dam?
Oenone. Ah!---no, those losses are
Which changing time or prudent care
Would soon repair.
Paris. Say what does thy heart invade,
I conjure thee, charming Maid,
By those secret Bowers,
Which the twining Myrtles shade;
By those banks of flowers,
Where our sacred vows were made;
By the Spring, and by the Grove,
And by the soft delights of Love.
Oenone. Among the sweets this Garland bears,
Say which the greatest glory wears.
Paris. That---
Whose bright leaves round yellow seeds are grown,
Like sparkling Gems about a Golden Crown.
Oenone. That does my sudden sorrow move,
It will I fear thy Emblem prove,
That gaudy flower's call'd Shepherd's Love.
How far his sweet perfumes do spread,
How proudly shines his painted head:
A dazling Crown's less gay then this,
And that excels Arabian Spice.
Chorus. How far, &c.
How proudly, &c.
A dazling, &c.
And that, &c.

Paris. My Shepherdess more glorious shews,
And sweeter breath perfumes her vows.
Oenone. But e're yond' Sun the world survey,
And chase a second night away,
This glory of the Spring will fade,
And shrink into perpetual shade.
Paris. His stalk will stoop,
Oenone. His head will droop,
Paris. His fragrant scents will fly;
Oenone. His beauteous leaves no more will shine,
Paris. But this proud Shepherds love will die,
Oenone. And so alas, and so I fear will thine.
Paris. The Sun shall be fix'd, the Earth shall remove,
But never shall Paris be false to his Love.
Oenone. And will you always be thus kind to me?
Paris. By all those powers that our actions see
I will.---
Oenone. Yet! yet! yet you may deceive.
Paris. O cruel! will you ne're believe?
Oenone. I do, I do, and will no longer grieve.
Paris. We'l love while we live, and we'l live without care,
Together we'l dye, and we'l make but one Star,
To which happy Lovers shall offer their pray'r.
Chorus of all Voices and Instruments. We'l love, &c.
Together, &c.
To which, &c.

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Item Code: TDBT19

First line: Oh <Ah> how sweet it is to reign

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.17.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.60 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick (1688), p.25 (UMI(2) 286:11).

Text of song:

Song in praise of Power.

Oh how sweet it is to reign!
How delightfull 'tis to see
The begging eye and bended knee,
To hear the guilded Palace ring
With praises of the King:
Kings are Gods, and from the lofty Throne,
On all the rest of men look down;
All bow to them, but they submit to none.
With frowns they kill,
And with a smile
More ravishing delights they move,
Then all the fading sweets of Love.
Pleasure and Treasure and Beauty are theirs,
To sweeten their Cares;
All Nature gives or Art can find,
To please the sense and ease the mind,
The Gods for Monarchs did ordain:
Oh how sweet it is to reign!

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Item Code: TDBT20

First line: Why should short-liv'd mortals strive to gain

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.19.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.388, n.3949 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick (1688), pp.28-9 (UMI(2) 286:11)

Text of song:

Song in praise of Wisdom.

Why should short-liv'd mortals strive to gain
Guilded cares and glorious pain,
'Tis not powers boundless sway,
Nor all the guards that wait upon
A shining Throne,
Can drive intruding care away.
Wisdom's sacred pow'r can bind
The raging passions of the mind,
He that has attain'd to that,
Is the Emperour of Fate.
Rough tempests that make Kingdoms roul,
Against his breast in vain do beat,
They cannot shake his fixed soul,
But must like vanquish'd waves retreat.
No restless wish, no trembling fear,
Or fierce despair can enter there;
Vain love, cold death, or hasty time,
Have neither darts nor wings for him;
When life forsakes his quiet breast,
He does but change his place of rest:
'Tis he, 'tis he alone is blest.

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Item Code: TDBT21

First line: When Beauty arm'd with smiling eyes

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.20.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.373, n.3685 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick (1688), pp.26-7 (UMI(2) 286:11)

Text of song:

Song in praise of Beauty.

When Beauty arm'd with smiling eyes,
And in betraying features drest,
For wandring hearts in Ambush lyes,
She beats the valiant, cheats the wise,
And gains a Throne in ev'ry breast;
To so many bright forms she varies her shape,
No God nor no Hero can ever escape.
Who pleasing looks and mirth disdain,
She wounds with more Majestick Art,
And where the haughty meen proves vain,
Such pearlie show'rs of tears she'l rain,
As can dissolve the hardest heart:
So deep is her cunning, so sweet is her stroke,
That all must be subject to Beauties soft yoke.
But Oh how sweet 'tis to possess
The secret wishes beauty move,
The joys no language can express,
Nor any wretched mortal guess,
That has not try'd successful love;
Such raptures of pleasure from Beauty proceed,
That none but true Lovers are happy indeed.

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Item Code: TDBT22

First line: The wise and the great [To Beauty submit]

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.20-1.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Song by Paris.

The wise and the great
To Beauty submit,
It reigns in the Study, and conquers in fight;
Then let my fair Mistress for ever be true,
And Beauty shall Power and Wisdom subdue.

So sweet are her charms,
I'le quit without terms,
The splendour of Empire and Trophies of Arms;
Oh let me be blest in my dear Oenone,
And give the Ambitious the Mitre and Crown.

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Item Code: TDBT23

First line: To the grove gentle Love let us be going

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), pp.21-2.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

Composer: Unrecorded (probably John Banister?) ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.359, n.3443 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fifth Book (1684), p.37 (UMI(2) 286:15) et al.

Text of song:

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

Song between Paris and Oenone.

Paris. To the Grove, gentle Love, let us be going,
Where the kind spring and wind all day are wooing;
He with soft sighing blasts strives to o'retake her,
She would not, though she flies, have him forsake her.
Oenone. But in circling rings returning,
And in purling whispers mourning,
She swells and pants as if she'd say,
Fain I would but dare not stay.

Paris. Strait he gets all the sweets on the banks spreading,
Which he brings on his wings where his Nymph's hiding,
In some close hollow creek kind Nature shades her,
In the green Willow tree he Serenades her.
Oenone.---And to gain her chast embraces,
Sends his notes to lofty places;
In calms they lye and seem to say,
Stormy care drives love away.

Paris. ---There the loud busie Croud never shall part us,
Nor no kind fawning friend from love divert us;
We'l to each other be friends, fame and treasure,
And no unruly thought shall stain our pleasure.
Oenone. ---Time and Nature ever smiling,
Shall forget their Arts of killing;
And all the Gods aloud shall say,
Love so chast should ne're decay.

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Item Code: TDBT24

First line: Oh how delightful is love and how strong

Source Edition: Beauties Triumph (1676), p.22.

First Performed: pre-1676 at a Boarding School (see L.S., p.238)

UMI(2) reel no.: 182:2

Author: Thomas Duffett

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

Text of song:

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

Sung by several.

1. Oh, how delightfull is Love, and how strong,
When Beauty and Virtue are joyn'd in the young.
Chorus. Oh how, &c.
When, &c.

2. The flashes of Vices intemperate joys,
Are haunted with noise of Drunkards and Boys:
3. And when the short blaze of Beauty decays,
With spight and contempt on the ashes they gaze.
Chorus. Oh how, &c.
When, &c.

1. For the ruine of Virtuous Beauties are still,
Ador'd like old Temples where Deities dwell.
2. Fair Virtue keeps love still alive in the heart,
When Age has o'recome Youth, Beauty and Art.
Chorus of all Voices and Instruments. Oh how, &c.
When, &c.

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Item Code: TDCAE1

First line: The weary hot and amorous god of day

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), Prologue, sig.a3r.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

The Scene is a pleasant Country, in which appears, by an artificial Sun just setting, Mount Latmus, with pleasant Valleys round it; some full of Corn, others with Fruit; a Gloominess on the suddain o're-spreads the Stage, till after a while Saturnia, representing Night, ascends from the Stage, and Sings:

Saturnia. The weary, hot and amorous God of Day,
Des<c>ends into the Bosom of the Sea,
To revel there some pleasant Hours away,
And I, succeeding Regent of the Night,
Till mighty Cinthia rises with new Light,
O're all the gloomy World extend my awful sway:
Nature is gone to rest, and Human-kind,
Possest with Peace of Mind,
Enjoy, what in these Groves, the happy Shepherds find;
Appear my Dazling, Pleiades, appear,
Cinthia intends, to Night, to revel here;
Come, come away,
Come, come away,
Adorn'd each in her glittering Robe, and shame Approaching-day.

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Item Code: TDCAE2

First line: Behold the daughter of fam'd Atlas come

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), Prologue, sig.a3r-v.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

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

Enter the Pleiades, Electra, Alcinoe, Caleno, Tagete, Asterope, Maia and Merope; they joyn in a Figure like the Seven Stars; as they appear, the Scene becomes more light; then Merope prepares to Sing:

<I.>

Merope. Behold the Daughter of fam'd Atlas come,
Adorn'd with Lustre at great Night's command;
Thro' ambient Air ten thousand Leagues from home,
We come to Visit blest Ionia's Land.

II.

Say mighty Queen of Shades what's to be done!
What Wonders must the bright Virgiliae do?
Are we to Mutiny against the Sun,
And let Mankind no more his Splendor view?
Saturn. No, no, no, no, that's too severe,
No blemish must in your bright Forms appear;
Let Faction be by drossy Mortals shown,
The purer starry Region must have done:
Joy is your business now, Joy and Delight,
Great Cinthia comes to revel here to Night.
Merope. Then since the Affair is all Dancing and Play,
My light-footed Sisters shall trip it away,
So brisk that the Swains,
That inhabit the Plains,
Shall all at the Sight,
Have a Passion for Night,
And remember no more the dull Charms of the Day. Dance.
Saturn. Bright Star, Sweet Merope, this grant of thine.
Shall make thee equal with the Planets shine;
For now the hour draws near, and to my Sence,
Methinks I feel lov'd Zephirus's Influence;
The Charming Zephire, fragrant breezes blows,
See where he comes perfuming every Rose,
And shedding Sacred Odours as he goes.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: TDCAE3

First line: Night dear promoter of lover's felicity

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), Prologue, sig.a3v.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

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

Enter Zephirus. [Sings this to a Minuit Tune.

<I.>

Zephir. Night, dear Promoter of Lovers Felicity,
Thou sweet Attoner for Cares of the Day.
Happy disguise of a Virgins simplicity,
Whose guilty Blushes her Heart wou'd betray;
Thou sweet Concealer of her Intreague,
Which the Day wou'd reveal,
When to a private Bower,
At some Mid-night-hour, whilst the old Dad do snore,
To her Love she wou'd steal.

II.

Then the extreams of true Joy are most ravishing,
When silent Hours indulge our Delight,
Whilst happy Mortals, Loves Treasures are lavishing,
Day still they rail at, but bless the kind Night:
Day the curst cause of Mortal Debate,
Pride, Ambition and Cares,
With Sol lies dreaming,
Where Thetis is streaming,
Whilst Night, Love and Fate
Rule the World's grand Affairs.
Sat. I know, I know, and more am pleas'd
That we are from his gaudy Beams releas'd;
For by a Light that breaks thro' yonder Skies,
And a bright Crescent that does rise:
Cinthia I see draws near,
Great Cinthia in her Splendor will appear.

GRAND CHORUS.

Let Nature then revel in Joy and Delight,
Let Cinthia and Jove be the Chorus to Night,
The God of all Power, and Goddess of Light.

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Item Code: TDCAE4

First line: Musing on cares of human state

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 1.1, pp.5-6.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: 1. Henry Purcell ( nwc) 2. Johann Wolfgang Franck

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.290, n.2229 [Lyrics] First appeared in D'Urfey's "A Compleat Collection" (1687), pp.19-20 (UMI(2) 1382:8).[Music] 1. Playford, Henry, Theater of Music...Second Book (1685), pp.44-5 (UMI(2) 364:14). 2. Remedium Melancholiae (1690), pp.20-1 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Cupid. <...> Sing Zephirus, O! sing,
Some happy Strain, some gentle moving thing:
Whilst I with subtle Practice play my part,
And steal into her Fancy by my Art. Enter Psyche.

The First Song by Zephirus.

I.

Musing on Cares of Human State,
In a sweet shady Grove;
A strange Dispute I heard of late,
Vertue, Fame, and Love:
A Swain that wanted grave Advice,
Their nice Opinions crav'd,
How he might to Elezian rise,
Or get a Place beyond the Skies,
Or how he might be Sav'd.

II.

Nice Vertue preach'd Religion's Laws,
Paths to Eternal Rest;
To Aid his King, and Country's Cause,
Fame councell'd him was best.
But Love oppos'd each noisie Tongue,
And thus their Votes out-brav'd:
Get, get a Mistress Fair and Young,
Love fiercely, constantly, and long,
And then thou shalt be Sav'd.

III.

Swift as a thought the Amorous Swain,
To Silvia's Cottage flies,
In soft Expressions told her plain,
The way to heavenly Joys:
She who with Piety was stor'd,
Her Bliss no longer wav'd,
Pleas'd with the God they both ador'd,
First smil'd, then took him at his word,
And thus they both were Sav'd.

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Item Code: TDCAE5

First line: From the vast empire of the sea below

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 2.1, pp.8-10.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Cupid. <...> I through the Air will instantly take Wing,
And hover o're the Covert whilst you sing. [Cupid Ascends.

SCENE discovers a beautiful Garden <...> Neptune prepares to Sing.

Neptune Sings.

From the vast Empire of the Sea below,
Whose secret State no Mortal e're can know,
From Coral-groves, and Banks of Pearl and Ore,
And watry Caves, where Nature hoards her Store,
Lo Neptune does arise,
Lighted by charming Amphetrite's Eyes,
To welcome the bright Goddess of the Skies:
Proud Eolus to day shall lose his Power,
The Wind shall rage no more,
But with a gentle Breeze
Shall languish o're the Seas,
Whilst Cinthia's glorious Name,
Great Cinthia's glorious Name,
Shall with repeated Eccho's bless the Shore.

Zephirus Sings.

Zeph. Each River and murmuring Spring,
In honour of Cinthia shall sing,
Who fills us with Joy and Delights,
And guilds with her Beauty our Nights:
For half our Lives Pleasure were gone,
By losing the Light of the Sun,
If she did not counterfeit Noon,
And supply the Defect by a Moon.

Pactolus Sings.

Pactol. I come the mighty Neptune to obey,
The great and happy Monarch of the Sea;
Far as the famous Asian Strands
I daily glide o're Golden Sands;
Yet when he calls ne're durst delay,
But curl my shining Locks, and streight obey.

Ganges Sings.

Ganges. And I, that still amongst the swarthy Moors
Rowl, rowl, rowl out my tedious Hours,
In true Obedience hither come with Joy.

Tiber Sings.

Tib. And so do I.
Pactol. And so do I.
Ganges. And I.
Omnes. And all with equal Haste, with equal Joy.
Tiber. But first came I.
Pactol. And then came I.
Ganges. Then I.
Omnes. And all with equal Haste, with equal Joy,
And all, &c.

Thames Sings.

Tham. I must confess, were I like you,
Then I should be obedient too;
But know ye puny shallow Streams,
That I the deep, wealthy, and beauteous Thames,
That by Augusta, famous for her Stores,
Wash the delightful Shores,
Had never this way bent my crooked Course,
Had Neptune not controll'd my Will by force:
For, like our Natives, I've the common Evil,
Of Plenty proud, and stubborn as the Devil.

Neptune Sings.

Ye Sons of the Ocean, say what's to be done,
The Thames is rebellious and mutinous grown.
Pactol. He never no more shall his City oblige,
For we'll dam up his Current just close to the Bridge.
Ganges. Importing of Goods, and his Trading shall fall,
And Citt with his Spouse walk on Foot to Fox-hall.
Tib. The Mayor at his Triumph shall grutch at his Charges,
And swear there's not Water enough for his Barges.

Amphitrite Sings.

<(1.)>

Amph. Kneel, O kneel, thou stubborn Creature,
Still there's Pity in his Eyes,
Neither Anger nor ill Nature
In his Sacred Bosom lies.

(2.)

Let thy watery Nymphs around thee
In loud Joy their Duty shew,
Lest great Neptune should confound thee,
Keeping back thy Ebb and Flow.

(3.)

Sabrin, Tamar, Ooze in order
To divert your Goddess come,
Else your Crime to punish further,
Men shall walk where Fishes swam.

(4.)

Thames shall be dry'd up for ever,
If he now dares disobey;
And what was a famous River,
Shall be soon the King's High-way.

Thames Sings.

Tham. See, I obey: Appear, appear
My beauteous Daughters all, and revel here:
When Power formidable grows,
'Tis Folly to oppose.
This let Augusta know,
To whom I all my stubborn Humours owe;
And still am to her ancient Maxim just,
I do obey; I do, because I must.
Grand Chor. Each River and murmuring Spring,
In Honour of Cinthia.

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Item Code: TDCAE6

First line: 'Twas when the sheep were shearing

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 3.1, pp.17-8.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.362, n.3499 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.248-50 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al.

Text of song:

Collin. Well, and I'll give thee a Zong: And thou shalt have a Xaumple ot presently if thou wilt.

Clout. Ay, Gadsookers, with all my Heart, sweet, Master Collin.

Omnes. Ay, ay, with all our Hearts, with all our Hearts.

Collin's SONG.

I.

'Twas when the Sheep were shearing,
And under an Oaken Tree,
Dick gave to Doll a Fairing,
Resolv'd her Love to be.
I long, Sweetheart, to bed with thee,
And tho' I cannot wooe,
I've hey pish, hey puh, hey foo, hey for a Boy.
Sing, shall I come kiss thee now.
Methinks I long to bed thee,
And merrily buckle to.
With hey pish, hey puh, hey foo, hey for a Boy,
Sing shall I come kiss thee now.

II.

Doll seem'd not to regard him,
As if she did not care:
Yet simper'd when she heard him
Like any Miller's Mare.
And cunningly to prove him,
And value her Maidenhead,
Cry'd fye, nay pish, nay fye, and prithee stand by,
For I am too young to wed;
She said she ne'er could love him,
Nor any Man else in Bed.
Then fie pish, fie, nay pish, nay prithee stand by,
For I am too young to wed.

III.

Like one that's struck with Thunder,
Stood Dicky to hear her talk,
All hopes to get her under,
This sad resolve did balk;
At last be swore, grown bolder,
He'd hire some common Sow:
For hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
Sing shall I come kiss thee now.
In loving Arms did fold her,
'Ere sneak, and cringe, and cry,
With hey pish, hey fie, hey for a Boy,
Sing shall I come kiss thee now?

IV.

Convinced of her Folly.
And Female stubborn Will,
Poor Doll grew melancholly,
The Grist when by her Mill;
I hope, she cry'd, you're wiser
Than value what I have said;
If I do cry nay fie and pish, and prithee stand by,
That I am too Young to wed;
Bring yon the Church Adviser,
And dress but the Bridal Bed,
Then try tho' I cry fie and pish, and prithee stand by,
If I am too Young to wed.

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Item Code: TDCAE7

First line: Great Pan the preserver of our flocks

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 3.2, pp.23-4.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Enter Pan with Shepherds and Shepherdesses, and Satyrs; he sits down by Syrinx.

1. Shepherd sings. Great Pan, the preserver of our Flocks,
By whose blest Power we thrive and gain;
1. Shepherdess sings. Who keeps our Lambs from Bog and Rocks;
Accept the Duty of each humble Swain.
Shepherd. To Syrinx too, we welcome give,
Shepherdess. Syrinx that shall for ever live:
Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse,
Shepherd. Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse,
Of both. Their Blessings o'er the Universe.
Whilst Love and Beauty,
Love and Beauty,
Love and Beauty can disperse,
Their Blessings o'er the Universe.
2. Shepherdess. Syrinx and Pan, how shall we entertain?
2. Shepherd. See, see the Satyrs in a merry Vein,
Are coming down this way,
Prepar'd to dance and Play,
And sing a pleasant Round-Delay.

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Item Code: TDCAE8

First line: Last night when Phoebus went to bed

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 3.2, pp.24-5.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Enter a Satyr and a Nymph, who sing this Dialogue.

<I.>

Satyr. Last Night when Phoebus went to Bed,
And I my hungry Goats had fed,
I stole to Court,
To see some Sport,
And hearken what the fine Folk said;
Where soon my Heart was made a Prize,
To one that wore black rowling Eyes:
Be kind then Dearest of all Dears,
For I'm in Love up to the Ears.

II.

Nymph. If you Love me, you must prepare
To clip your Horns, and shave your Hair,
Instead of causing Love, you scare.
The Hoofs too bid within your Shooes,
In Bed a tender Maid will bruise,
They must be par'd.
Satyr. With all my Heart,
Nor will I cry, oh---at the Smart;
Nymph. Then come and the new Mode I'll shew,
And trick, and dress you like a Beau.

III.

Satyr. How shall I change this matted Hair?
Nymph. You must a powder'd Peruke wear;
Satyr. But then my Faces Tawny Red;
Zons what can mend?
Nymph. It must be flay'd;
With boiling Water I'll begin
To fleece you from that sallow Skin:
Satyr. 'Twill scald, 'twill burn,
Nymph. Fie, fie---no, no:
Or if it do,
You must some small Pain undergoe,
Or you can never be a Beau.

IV.

Satyr. For Love of thee, I'll do't, my Dear,
Say next what Habit must I wear;
Instead of Hides, and broad Fig-Leaves?
Nymph. A Coat, with huge, long, slouching Sleeves;
A Hat cock'd up with Button fine,
And Steankirk twisted to your Chine:
'Tis all the Mode---
Satyr. An apish Sham;
Godzooks I'm better as I am.
Nymph. Nay, then farewell;
Satyr. Oh, say not so.
Nymph. Then do't and dare not answer no,
I can love nothing but a Beau.
Chorus of both.
Satyr. Then take me and moddle me just to thy Mind,
Since Beauty much stronger than Reason can bind;
I'll once be a Coxcomb:
Nymph. Why, then I'll be kind.
What ever Distinction in Morals may be,
Satyr. When a Female's i'th' Case,
Every Male is an Ass,
And the Man, and the Satyr agree.

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Item Code: TDCAE9

First line: The poor Endymion lov'd too well

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 3.2, pp.24-5.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: David Underwood ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.318, n.2715 [Lyrics] First appeared in D'Urfey's "A Compleat Collection" (1687), pp.21-2 (UMI(2) 1382:8).[Music] Playford, Henry, Theater of Music... Second Book (1685), p.8 (UMI(2) 364:14) et al.

Text of song:

Cynthia. <...> But first Sacred and Harmonious Sound,
Begin and Consecrate this Fatal Ground:
Bring me my Sable Veil, and put it on:
Thus I Eclipse the Lustre of the Moon.
[Here the Moon being Eclips'd all the Stage is darken'd.
Shade all my Beams that did the World adorn,
And Nature for Endymion's Death shall mourn. [Exit.

I.

Amphit. sings. The Poor Endymion lov'd too well
A Nymph Divinely fair.
Whose Fatal Eyes could hourly kill,
Or worse; could cause Despair.
For she had all her Sexes Pride,
And all their Beauty too:
And every Amorous Swain defy'd,
When e'er they came to wooe.

II.

Ah! see, oft cry'd the Love-sick Youth,
The Griefs my Bosom wears,
See, see the Constancy of Truth,
Of their still falling Tears.
Yet She regardless saw him weep,
not minding true Desert:
Which shook him with a Wooe so deep,
As broke at last his Heart.

III.

And now upon her Guilty Head
The Sin of Murder lyes;
She shrinks and starts to see him dead,
And Pity fills her Eyes.
Ah! see what Creatures Women are:
She loves him more and more:
And now does languish in Despair
For what she scorn'd before.

Chorus of all. Ask the Monarch of the Noon,
Why we lose our Darling Moon?
And if long she hide her Face,
Ask him to supply her Place.
And if long, &c.

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

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Item Code: TDCAE10

First line: Look down almighty Jove look down

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 3.2, p.25.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

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

Neptune. Look down, Almighty Jove, look down,
And from thy Darling Throne above
Behold the Sorrows that the Land Oppress:
Behold our dismal Loss of Happiness
By Cynthia's Fatal Frowns.
My Stormy Seas mount high,
And in my Face do fly:
And surely Boreas no Obedience owns:
Ah! Pity and Redress
Afflicted Nature's in Convulsions now;
Nor knows she what to do
To gain her past Delight;
And to appease, appease, appease
The Lovely Angry Goddess of the Night.
Poctol. sings. Ask the Oracles, and straight
We shall know Endymion's Fate.
Nothing hidden lies
To their great Divinities.
Chorus. Nothing, Nothing, &c.
Ganges sings. Ask why Youth and Innocence
Punish'd are for no Offence.
Ask the Gods why they agree
So unjust a Thing should be.
Chorus. Ask the Gods, &c.
Pay your Vows to mighty Jove:
Round his Sacred Altar move:
Pay your Duty and your Love.

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Item Code: TDCAE11

First line: Black and gloomy as the grave

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 5.[2], p.42.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

Composer: Richard Leveridge (?)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.184, n.373 [Music] Leveridge, Richard, A New Book of Songs (1697), pp.11-4--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

SONG, by a Druid.

Black and Gloomy as the Grave,
Or Chaos once sad Nature lies;
Some pitying Power the Nation save,
Ere cruel Fate all things destroys.
Let Martial Musick loudly charm
This horror of Eclipse away;
Let Trumpets sound, Drums beat alarm,
And sacred Light as lately sway;
That in Groves and in Plains,
The Nymphs and the Swains,
May sing to each other new Joys;
And the Satyrs and Fawns,
Trip ore the green Lawns,
When Cynthia unvails her bright Eyes.
Chorus. That in Groves, &c.

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Item Code: TDCAE12

First line: Ah what happy days and nights [The fond lover does discover]

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 5.[2], pp.43-4.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Cupid. Since Harmony Alarms every thing below,
Let Songs of Love, Life's darling Blessing show.

[Enter Zephirus and Iris, and Sing.]

<I.>

Zeph. Ah, what happy Days and Nights
The fond Lover,
Does discover,
When his Mistriss smiles upon him,
To the Heaven of sweet Delights.
Kind Desire,
Mounts him higher,
Every Moment she looks on him:
'Tis the noblest Gift of Jove;
'Tis the greatest Joy above:
Let us then for ever love;
Ever love, ever love;
Let us then for ever love.

II.

Iris. Bliss beyond all Thoughts she feels,
Who's kind Wooer,
Does pursue her,
With a true and constant Passion;
Panting Joy each Pulse reveals.
All her Glances,
Are Advances,
When Love rules her Inclination:
Pray we then to Mighty Jove,
That our Flames may ne'er remove;
But for ever let us love;
Let us love, let us love;
But for ever let us love.

Second Movement.

Zeph. Humours most obstinate Love changes soon.
Iris. Love puts the harshest discord into tune.
Zeph. Inspires the sordid, makes the Miser fine.
Iris. Turns humane cares into a bliss divine:
'Tis all transporting Joy, and charms the Heart;
'Tis all in all, and all in every part.
Chorus of both. 'Tis all transporting, &c.

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Item Code: TDCAE13

First line: The loud-tongu'd war like thunder

Source Edition: Cinthia and Endimion; or, The Loves of the Deities (1696), 5.5, p.48.

First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1758:13

Author: Thomas D'Urfey

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

Text of song:

Then Enter Mars and Minerva, and sing, while a Machine descends; and Cynthia, Endimion, Apollo and Hermes Enter, Endimion is chang'd into a Star, and with a Chorus the Opera concludes.

SONG, in Two Parts, between Mars and Minerva.

The Loud-tongu'd War, like Thunder,
Comes Echoing ore the Plains;
And distant Nations wonder,
Which side the glorious Conquest gains.
Tantarra rara, Trumpet sound,
Fill all the Air with Martial Rattle;
Dub, Dub-a-dub, the Noise rebounds,
To urge the Heroes on to Battle.
The Cannons roar in murdering Flame,
Up to the Skies the Smoak do's rowl:
Beat an Alarm, they Storm, they Storm;
And now Immortal William's Name,
Resounds from Poll to Poll.

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