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First line: Thol loll lol
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
La Pupsey. Tone! nay, my Lord, ne'er a Dog in Christendom hits a note like him, he sings a Minuet after me perfectly, I'le try if he be in humour. Sing, Dony, come sing my Soul, my Life,---come---Thol, Lol, Lol,[Pinches the Dog, and he howls. That's my none comfort, come then, sing then, Dearest. Indeed, my Love, says he, I do the best I can, umph, umph, umph, sweet Creature,---your Lordship might observe the note was in ale, tho' a little out of Tune, and hoarse---the poor Rogue has got a desperate cold.
L. Brain. As all good Singers generally have, Madam.
La Pupsey. Right, my Lord, you should have heard it else in perfection, he does not aim to a Quirester yet, but he sings much better than the Clerk of any Parish.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 2.1, pp.16-7.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
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>.
L. Brain. To fix my self more in your good grace, Madam, and knowing how tender your esteem was for him, I have caus'd some words of mine to be set on that purpose, where I envy his happiness, and wish my self in his condition, for to be so carressed by you, must be the extremity of happiness, that's most certain: but first, if you please, I'll treat you with an Italian Air.
La Pupsey. I vow your Lordship honours us both extreamly, but him in a more particular manner, but I beseech your Lordship add another to us, and let us hear it.
[An Italian Song.
L. Brain. With all my Soul, Madam,
umph, thol, lol, lol; ah pox of ill luck, here's
the deluge breaking in upon us, 'tis impossible whilst they are
here to do justice to any Musick.
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First line: How vile are the sordid intrigues o'th' town
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 2.1, pp.17-8.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.246, n.1469 [Music] Comes Amoris...Fourth Book (1693), p.8 (UMI(2) 136:7) et alia.
Text of song:
Beren. Come, Sister, here's a New Song my Master taught me this Morning; my Lord you have Skill, pray tell me how you like these Notes---umph, umph---
L. Pupsey. Peace my Jewel, peace Dearest. [The Dog howls. Dony humbly begs your pardon, Madam; but when any one begins to Tune, 'tis his way, and he has so great a passion for Musick, he can't forbear.
L. Brain. Here's no notice of my Stockings yet, a pox take 'em.
SONG.
<I.>
How vile are the Sordid Intreagues o'th' Town,
Cheating and Lying perpetually sway;
From Bully
and Punk, to the Politick Gown,
With Plotting and Sotting,
they waste the day
All our Discourse is of Foreign Affairs,
The French and the Wars
Is always the Cry,
Marriage alas is declining,
Nay though a Poor Virgin
lye Pining,
Ah curse of this jarring, what luck have
I?
II.
I thought a young Trader
by Ogling Charms,
Into my Conjugal Fetters to bring,
I planted my Snare too for one that lov'd Arms,
But found his Design was another thing:
From the Court
Province, down to the dull Citts,
Both Cullies, and Wits
of Marriage are shye,
Great are the Sins of the Nation,
Ah shame on the wretched Occasion,
Ah Curse of
the Monsieur, what Luck have I?
L. Subtle. A pretty air, I like the Song too better than those I usually hear, because there's no whining Love in't; a Latine Sermon, and a Love-Song influence me equally; the one touches my heart no more, than the other my apprehension.
<NOTE: The score for this song is ascribed to Thomas D'Urfey in "Comes Amoris", but to Henry Purcell in all subsequent versions>.
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First line: Tantivee tivee high and low
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 2.1, p.19.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Performer/s: Mr. Doggett
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.342, n.3151, but referring to the lyrics only appearing in Wit and Mirth...Volume Three (1707), p.221 (and others).
Text of song:
Beren. You like the Song then, you say, Sir Lawrence.
Sir Law. Very well in troth, Madam, 'gadso, well remembred, faith, I'll make Solon sing a Song to her, that she may see he has variety of parts--- Madam, my Son Solon too admires your voice so much, that he resolves to return his thanks in the same kind; come, begin Solon---now's your time Sirrah, now Solon.
Solon. I can sing none, but one about hunting; I learn'd it of Nick Stitch the Cobler in Shrewsbury; a very merry Fellow I'll say't, and had the purest roaring voice, 'twas louder than any Pack of Dogs i'th' Country; but for my part, I could never come up to him, as a Man may say.
Sir Law. 'Sbud no more prating, but Sing, as a Man may say; thou art as hard to be got to't, as a good Singer indeed, come start fair, three hems, and away.
[Solon hems, and then sings a Song.
Solon's SONG.
I.
Tantivee, tivee, tivee,
tivee, high and low,
Hark, hark, how the merry merry
Horn does blow
As through the Lanes and the Meadows we
go;
As Puss has run over the Down:
When Ringwood,
and Rockwood, and Jowler, and Spring,
And Thunder and
Wonder made all the Woods ring,
And Horsemen, and Footmen,
hey ding, a ding, ding,
Who envies the Splendor and State
of a Crown.
II.
Then follow,
follow, follow, follow, Jolly Boys,
Keep in with the
Beagles now whilst the Scent lies,
The fiery-fac'd
God is just ready to rise;
Whose Beams all our Pleasure
Controuls,
Whilst over the Mountains and Valleys we rowl,
And Watt's fatal knell in each hollow we Toll,
And in the next Cottage top off a brown Bowl,
What Pleasure
like Hunting can cherish the Soul.
Sir Lawr. By the Parliament, very well Sung, I'm serious, what say you, Madam?
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First line: Great Jove once made love like a bull
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 3.2, p.31.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: William Mountfort ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.231, n.1201 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.
Text of song:
L. Brain. <...> I intend to give it the Poet, to shew 'em the right way of making a Song: Hem, hem,---
The SONG of Monsieur Le Chien.
<1.>
Great Jove once made
Love like a Bull;
With Laeda a Swan was in vogue,
And to persevere in that Rule,
He now does descend
like a Dog;
For when I to Silvia would speak,
Or on her Breast sigh what I mean;
My Heart-strings are
ready to break,
For there I find Monsieur Le Chien.
2.
For Knowledge in Modish Intreagues,
Or managing well an Amour,
I defie any one with
two Legs,
But here I am Rival'd by four:
Distracted all night with my wrongs,
I cry, Cruel Gods,---what
d'ye mean,
That what to my Merit belongs
You bestow upon Monsieur Le Chien.
3.
For Feature or Niceness in Dress,
Compare with
him surely I can;
Nor vainly my self should express,
To say I am much more a Man;
To the Government
firm too, as he,
(The former I cunningly mean)
And if he Religious can be,
I'm as much sure as Monsieur
Le Chien.
4.
But what need
I publish my parts,
Or idly my Passion relate;
Since Fancy that Captivates Hearts
Resolves not
to alter my Fate:
I may Sing, Caper, Ogle, and Speak,
And make a long Court ausi bien,
And yet with one
passionate lick
I'm out-rival'd by Monsieur Le
Chien.
L. Bum. Very pretty truly, my Lord.
La. Pup. Pretty, 'tis incomparable, I swear, your bow to my Lord down to the ground agen, Dony.
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First line: Bonny lad prithee lay thy pipe down
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 3.2, p.31, lyrics appended to back matter (sig. h4v).
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Thomas Tollet ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.185, n.397 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), p.8 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.
Text of song:
<NOTE: The dialogue continues on from TDTMHM5>
L. Brain. No Faith, there's no great matter in 'em, tho' the Conceipt, truly I think is new; but now, Madam, in pursuance of French Gallantry, I hope to have the honour to see the particular entertainment you promised. [Goes and talks to La Pupsey.
Beren. Strike up Musick. [A Scotch Song and Dance here.
L. Bum. Ah, sweet Mrs. La Pupsey, what would I give to do as much; here, prithee take some Tea, 'tis good now y'are hot.
<lyrics as they appear at sig. h4v>
A Scotch Song in the Third Act.
I.
Bonny Lad, prithee lay thy Pipe down;
Tho'
blith are thy Notes they have now no power:
Whilst my
Joy my dear Peggy is gone,
And Wedded quite fro me will
Love no more.
My gud Friends that do ken my grief,
With Songs and Stories, a Cure would find:
But
alas, they can bring no relief,
For Peggy still runs
in my mind.
II.
When I Visit
the Park or the Play,
They aw without Peggy a Desart
seem;
She's before my Eyes aw the Day,
And aw the long Night too, she haunts my Dream.
Sometime
fancying a Heaven of Charms,
I wake, and Rob'd of
my dear delight,
Find she Ligs in anothers Arms:
Ah then 'tis she kills me outright.
III.
Take my Counsel aw you that love well;
Bestow
Love and Wit on a Girl of Sense:
No such Blessing to
Peggy befel,
'Twas Ignorance caus'd her absurd
offence.
She could pray with an humble face;
And look as she never false could be:
But had she own'd
either Wit or Grace,
She never had Wedded fro me.
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First line: Did you not promise me [When you lay by me]
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 3.3, p.32.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.211, n.852. Lyrics only appear in D'Urfey, Thomas, Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive...Volume Two (1719), p..193 (CT(1) 6428:07).
Text of song:
Enter Sir Philip and Lovewel.
Sings, Did you not promise me, &c.
Love. Can ye revoke your Promise then, can ye be so ungrateful?
Sir Phil. Prithee, my dear, no more, that I will always love thee, thou mayst assure thy self.
<NOTE: Lyrics in Songs Compleat are enclosed as follows>
A DIALOGUE between a Town Spark and his Miss.
She.
Did you not promise me when you lay by me,
That you would
marry me, can you deny me?
He. If I did promise thee,
'twas but to try thee,
Call up your Witnesses, else
I defie thee.
She. Ah, who would trust you men
that swear and vow so,
Born only to deceive, how can
you do so?
He. If we can swear and lye, you can dissemble,
And then to hear the Lye, would make one tremble.
She. Had I not lov'd, you had found a Denial,
My tender Heart, alas, was but too real;
He. Should
a new Shower encrease the Flood,
Too soon would overflow.
He. Real I know you were, I've often try'd ye,
Real to forty more Lovers besides me.
She. If thousands
lov'd me, where was my Transgression,
You were the
only He, e'er got Possession?
He. Thou could'st
talk prettily, e'er thou could'st go Child;
But
I'm too old and wise to be blam'd so, Child.
She. Tho' y'are so cruel you'll never believe me,
Yet do but take the Child, all I forgive thee.
He. Send you Kid home to me, I will take care on't,
If't has the Mother's Gifts, 'twill prove a rare one.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 4.1, p.36.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Beren. To call a Gentleman Fool, a Man of his rare Qualifications; you shall see a spice of his parts, come Dance, Sir,--- [She Sings, he Dances awkwardly. Dance any thing Extempore.---There's a Lover for ye: So, now break a Jest, quick, quick, break a Jest.
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First line: Damon if I should receive your addresses
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 4.1, p.37.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
La Pups. <...> Come now, Sir, as your last Tryal, Sing the Dialogue with me, that I shew'd you in the Arbor just now---Observe Captain.--- [Here they both Sing.
A DIALOGUE between Solon and Berenice.
Beren. Damon,
if I should receive your Addresses;
What would you do
to deserve my Embraces?
Solon. If my dear Silvia would
favour my Passion;
I would in faithful Love, Excel the
Nation.
Beren. I am Rich, Fair, and Young, Charming my
Face is;
What merit can you boast to gain such Graces?
Solon. I can Sing, Dance, Run, Leap, Wrestle, and Tumble;
And all the Day and Night be your most humble.
Beren. Can you be patient, and Jealousie smother,
If
you should Chance to see me Kiss another.
Solon. I'm
in good Nature all others exceeding;
And well acquainted
too with your Town breeding.
Beren. Or if before my Time
you find me swelling;
Would you not grumble, nor think
of Rebelling?
Solon. I from my betters have learnt those
Expedients;
And can by City Rule practise Obedience.
Beren. Or if in Riot, Rich Cloths, or at Play still,
I lavish Thousands, yet would you Obey still?
Solon.
In living great you would add to my Fame too:
There's
scarce a London Wife but does the same too.
Beren. Take,
Take my hand then, and straight let's effect it;
Thou art the very Fool I've long Expected.
Solon.
Let Fortune frown I can never miscarry,
For just such
Fools as I are all that Marry.
Beren. Very good;
What think you now, Sir? Is this accomplish'd person a Fool?
When will you do as much Captain?
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First line: As soon as the chaos was turn'd into form
Source Edition: The Marriage-Hater Match'd (1692), 5.3, p.49.
First performed: January 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 938:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.176, n.240 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus (1698), pp.228-31 (UMI(2) 158:4).
Text of song:
SONG in Two Parts.
As soon as the Chaos
was turn'd into Farm,
And the first Race of Men knew
a good from a harm,
They quickly did joyn,
In a Knowledge Divine,
That the chiefest of Blessings
were Women and Wine;
Since when by example Improving
Delights,
Wine Governs our Days, Love and Beauty our
Nights.
Then Love on and Drink,
'Tis a
Folly to think
Of a Mystery out of our reaches;
Be Moral in Thought
To be Merry's no Fault,
Tho an Elder the contrary Preaches.
For never,
my Friends, was an Age of more Vice,
Than when Knaves
would seem Pious, and Fools would seem Wise.
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First line: Where be those boys
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 2.2, p.15.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Devils rise and Sing.
1 De. Where be
those boyes,
That make such a noyse,
And
won't eat their bread and butter?
2 De. Without all
doubt.
Th' are hereabout,
Wee'l teach
'em to make such a Clutter.
3 De. Who are the ring-leaders,
who rules the Roast?
4 De. Alonzo the Duke, and another
old Toast.
1 De. Wee'l put water in their porridge,
And straw in their beds,
2 De. Shooes on their
feet, and a Comb in their heads.
Chorus. Wee'l put
&c.
And straw &c.
Shooes
&c.
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Rogues that from their liquor shrink
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 2.2, pp.15-6.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the previous song>.
The Devils Sing again.
1 De. Rogues that from their Liquor shrink,
Shall scorch to death for want of drink.
2 Dev. And who
with false glass good fellows betray,
3 Dev. And tipple
small beer in stead of their wine,
4 Dev. Then bubble
their poor weak brothers at play,
To the whip and the
stocks wee'l confine.
1 Dev. So poor, so poor, they
still shall remain;
Mirth, or good Wine, they shall ne'r
have again,
Nor never, oh never, be eas'd of their
pain.
Chorus. So poor, &c.---
Mirth---
Nor never---
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Who are the pillars of the wenching trade
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 2.2, p.16.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the previous song>.
The Devils Sing.
1
Dev. Who are the pillars of the wenching Trade?
2 Dev.
The zealous professor, and brisk City blade.
3 Dev. The
Gallants, and Bullies,
Do often grow poor, and bare,
and bare.
4 Dev. But these Canters, and close City Cullies
Are ne'r without Money, or Ware.
1 Dev. What
Slave permits
Such Hypocrites
In peace to
tast of all our sweets?
2 Dev. In the midst of their
joyes, they discoveries fear,
3 Dev. And their Wives,
if th'ave any, shall make the score clear.
4 Dev.
With Claps, and with Duns, we torment them all day,
And
at night we take them and their Doxies away.
Chorus.
With Claps &c.---
And at night &c.---
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Say say shall we take up these rogues and carry them away
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 2.2, pp.17-9.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from the previous song>.
The Devils Sing.
1
Dev. Say, say,
Shall we take up these Rogues, and Carry
them away,
With a tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, Red-Coats?
2 Dev. Aye, aye.
3 Dev. Aye, aye.
4
Dev. Aye, aye.
1 Dev. Aye, aye.
Chorus. With
a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, rory.
2 Dev. No, No,
'Till we show them their Crimes, let e'm stay.
With a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rantum, scantum.
3 Dev. Let 'em stay.
4 Dev. Let 'em stay.
1 Dev. Let 'em stay.
2 Dev. Let 'em stay.
Chorus. With a Tory, rory, Tory, rory, rory, rory.
1 Dev. Cabbage is windy, and Mustard is strong,
But a Lass with a wide Mouth, and a liquorish Tongue.
Will give thee the Palsie, though never so young.
Then
first let their Pride, let their Pride come along.
Chorus.
Cabbage.---
But a Lass---
Will give---
Then first---
Enter Pride, represented by a Painted, gaudy Woman, with a Glass in her hand.
She Sings.
Pride. Do here, here is Pride, that first
lest them aside,
An honest true Trojan, and then she
dy'd.
Enter Fraud, a female Quaker Sings.
Fraud. With upright look, and speech sincere,
In publick, I a Saint appear.
But in private I put out
the light,
And I serve for a Whore, or a Baud.
I have taught them to cheat, Swear, and Fight,
For by Yea, and by Nay, I am Fraud.
Enter Rapine, drest like a Padder, with a Pistole in his hand.
Sings.
Rapine. Send out a Scout
To yonder Hill.
Stand, and deliver.
You dogg, must I wait.
I'm thy fate:
Dispatch, or I'l send thee
to Hell.
From Fraud, they thus proceed to force.
And then I Rapine, guide their Course.
Enter Murther. A man drest all in Red, with two Bloody Daggers in his hands, and his Face and Hands stain'd with blood.
Sings.
Murther. Wake Duncan! would thou couldst.
Disguis'd
with blood, I lead them on,
Until to Murther they arrive.
Then to the Gallows they run.
Needs must they go,
whom the Devils drive.
1 Devils Sings.
Alass poor Mortals.
They gape like the Earth,
in the Dogg-dayes.
What a rare life the Frogg has?
Drawer, Drawer.
2 Dev. Anon, Anon.
1 Dev. Give 'em drink, or they'r gone,
E'r
their torment's began.
Pour, pour, pour, pour.
Heark, heark, how it hisses,
See, see, how it smoaks:
Who refuses such Liquor at this is,
May he pine,
may he pine, may he pine
'Till he choakes.
Chorus. Heark, &c.
The Devils sing, and Dance round Alonzo, and Gonzalo.
Chorus. Around,
around.
Around, around, around.
Let's
sing, and tear the ground,
There's no such sport
below,
Where sinfull mortals go.
[Exeunt all the Devils.]
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First line: Arise arise ye subterranean fiends
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 2.2, p.20.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Composer: Pietro Reggio ( nwc)
Lyrics: Thomas Shadwell (ascribed in score)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.173, n.188 [Music] Reggio, Pietro, Songs set by Pietro Reggio, Second Part (1680), pp.12-3 (UMI(2) 398:17).
Text of song:
[A noise of horrid Musick; a Devil arises with a Crown of Fire.]
Sings.
Arise, arise, ye Subterranean
Feinds,
Come claw the backs, of guilty hinds:
And all ye filthy Drabs, and Harlots rise,
Which use
t'infect the Earth with Puddings, and hot Pies;
Rise
ye who can devouring glasses frame,
By which Wines pass
to th' hollow Womb, and Brain;
Engender Head-akes,
make bold elbows shake,
Estates to Pimples, and to desarts
turne.
And you whose greedy flames mans very entrals
burne,
Ye ramping queans, who ratling Coaches take,
Though y'ave been fluxed 'till Head and Body shake.
Come Clap these Wreches 'till their parts do swell:
Let Nature never make them well.
Cause Leggs, and
Arms to pine, cause loss of hair,
Then make them howl
with Anguish, and sad groans.
Rise and obey, rise and
obey, Raw head and bloody bones.
[Exit Devils]
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First line: There was a noble marquess
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 3.1, pp.20-1.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin).
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Stephania, with a Pitcher, Beantosser, and Moustrappa, all drunk.
Steph. There was a noble Marquess,
Took up his Maidens carkass,
Fast by the Fire side.
A very homely Damsel,
Her lips were soft as Lambs
wool,
Or marrow Pasty-fri'd.
This is but a kind of a doleful Tune, to beat Hemp to, but hang't lets squeeze the Picher, here's to thee my doughty Amazon.
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First line: Fill the dish Molly
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 3.1, p.21.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<A few lines of dialogue separates this song from the previous one>.
Sing.
Steph.
Fill the Dish Molly,
And think of a Cully.
Here's a health to the best.
Give us more Drink,
a Surgeon that's jolly.
And a pox take the rest.
Molly fill.
We cry still,
Fill again,
and drink round.
'Till we empty the Pitcher, and fill
up the Crown.
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First line: Tough hemp must we beat
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 3.1, p.23.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Steph.> Sing.
Tough Hemp
must we beat?
Dry Bread must we eat,
And
be bumbled, and jumbl'd, and grumbl'd at too, too, too.
And drick nothing, but Wat, Wat, Water that's cold?
Then Harry, and Mary, be merry and cheery, as long's we
can do, do, do.
And drive away sorrow, untill we are
old.
Come bouze it about, and lets squeeze out the Pitcher.
He's a Rogue that stands out, and shall ne'r be the
Richer.
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First line: Francky was his name a
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 3.1, p.26.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Hectorio, and Drinkallup, drunk and Singing.
Drink. Francky, was his name a,
And Francky
was his name a;
His Beard was black, and his Gill's
were Red,
And his Bill was all of the same a.
With weapon full sharp, he fought 'till he was dead,
With a Heycock of the game a,
And Francky was his name
a,
And with weapon &c.
Hect.
Francky's dead, and gon a,
Poor Franchy's dead,
and gon a:
Thy browes are black, and thy lips are Red,
And thy bellies soft as the down a.
Let me be thy
Worm, and at every turn,
I will tickle thy flesh, and
bone a.
Then prithee cease they moan a,
Since
Francky's dead, and gon a.
Let me &c.---
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First line: Follow me follow me hey jolly Robin
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 3.2, pp.29-30.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Ariel, and Quakero.
Ariel Sings.
Follow me, follow me, hey jolly Robin.
The
Moon shines bright,
And Women are light,
And most men had rather eat then fight.
Then leave off
your Coging.
And follow me, and follow me hey jolly Robin.
Quak. Four corners on my bed,
Four beauties
there ly spred.
If any evil come to me,
O
goodness sweet deliver me.
Quak. <speaks> Blessed be thanked <...> ha it cometh again.
<sings> Four corners on my bed.
Ariel Sings.
Turn thy Stocking, and tye
thy Shooe hard.
Thy mouth being wash'd, and wip'd
thy beard.
Come away, come lets be jogging.
Bo, bo, bo, bo,
Heark, heark, how the Bettern bellows:
Now is the time for good fellows.
To it---to it---to
it---to it.
The Citizens Wife.
Leads a merry,
merry life,
While her Husband at home does grunt and
groan.
Whoo whoo oo oo oo---whoo ooo oo.
Alass poor man he is sick of the yellowes.
Cuckoe, cuckoe.
Heark, heark, what the little birds tells us.
Cuckoe,
cuckoe, cuckoe.
Quak. <speaks> Torment me no more thou Hobgoblin <...> O! O! it comes again.
<sings> Four corners on my bed,
Four beauties---
Ariel Sings.
Youth,
youth of mortal race, give ear,
Thy Daddies dead, thy
Daddies dead.
To Stocks his feet, to Pillory his Ear,
To whip of thong his flesh is ay turned;
And tough
battoon does thump his bone.
O hone, O hone, O hone,
O hone.
Then little youth Nandy.
Drink Ale
and Brandy.
His knell is hourly rung on his back.
Heark now I hear it, thwick, thwick, thwack,
Thwick
&c.---thwack.
Quak. <speaks> This dolefull madrigal sayes my Father is in Limbo, that is Mortus est, that is, he is dead, that is, he is departed, he is gone, he is fled, he is no more; He is, he is, I say, he is, that is, he is not.
<sings> His feet Stock-fish,
his ears Pilchards, his flesh
Thornback, and Tough Battoon
does thump his bone.
O hone, O hone, O hone, O hone.
<speaks> Friend Quakero, this is no mortal business <...> out and be satisfi'd in the truth of the lye.
Ariel. <sings> Thwick, thwick, thwick, &c. [Exit Ariel.
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First line: Here comes a lusty wooer my dildin my darling
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 4.2, pp.38-9.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dor. O Sister pray lets Dance our new Heroick Song that our Father mayn't know who was here.
They Sing and Dance. Enter Prospero observing them.
Mir.
Here comes a lusty Wooer, my dildin, my darling.
Here
comes a lusty Wooer Lady bright and shining.
Dor. I Wooe
for one of your fair Daughters, my dildin, my darling.
I Wooe for &c.---Lady bright &c.
Mir.
I'm glad I have one for you my dild, &c.
I'm glad &c.---Lady bright, &c.
Dor.
She looks too brown upon me my dild, &c.
She
looks, &c.---Lady &c.
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First line: Dry your eyes and cease your howling
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 4.3, p.41.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Ariel Singing.
Song.
Dry your eyes, and cease your howling:
For your
Broath is set a Cooling.
While y'are in this Castle
staying,
Eat and Drink ne'r talk of paying.
Wine and Women here are plenty,
You shall tast
of ev'ry dainty.
And as soon as you are weary,
Here are Crowds to make you merry.
[Exit Ariel.
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First line: How dost do
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 5.1, p.43.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Quak. Mock on, mock on, I will try if thou wilt answer me while I sing my Sorrows to the snapping of my Thumbes: thy gibing is all but nonsense.
Ari. All but nonsense.
Quakero Sings. Ariel answers like an Eccho.
Quak.
How dost do?
Ari. How dost do?
Quak. What's
that to you?
Ari. Whats &c.
Quak.
Pull out thy whistle, and tune up thy Pipe.
Ari. Pull
&c.
Quak. Under yonder hollow Tree, Nan lyes
asleep.
Ari. Under &c.
Quak. Her
thing is her own, and I'le bounce it anon.
Ari. ---and
I'le bounce &c.
Quak. What care I for treasure,
if Nanny but smile?
Ari. ---if Nanny &c.
Quak. Within this shining place,
There's not
a better Face;
<speaks?> Faith now she's
down, there I'le get her with Child.
Ari. Kind Nanny
smiles, and she
Does sigh and snore for thee;
O strange Simplicity,
Follow me, follow me, and thou
shalt see.
<Hereafter Quakero reverts to dialogue but Ariel replies by singing the final line of the song "Follow me, follow me, and thou shalt see" on three occasions to the end of the scene>.
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First line: Prospero Prospero
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 5.2, pp.50-1.
First performed: 19 November 1674 (H&S); Late Spring? 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ariel Sings.
Prospero, Prospero
Looks feirce as a Hero;
If Polly should dye, poor
I shall be killed I fearo.
Chorus. Then blow the Bellows,
blow the Bellows, blow the Bellows
blow, blow and puff,
blow and puff, puff, puff, and blow, blow, blow.
Let
not his Soul,
Get out of the hole
And all
shall be well I tro, tro, tro, &c.
Pros.
We conjure thee wake
By a Two-peny Cake,
Alonz. By a Ginger-bread-role,
Mir. By a thing with a
hole,
Dor. Which thou lov'st with thy Soul;
Gonz. By a Rattle and Drum,
Anton. By a great Sugar-plum,
Foran. As big as thy Thumb.
Chorus. Polly, Polly,
Polly,
O Polly, Polly, Polly!
To dye is but
folly.
For shame lye not there,
While thy
Doxie is here.
All. How is't.
Ariel. By th' Mass
As 'twas.
All.
Alass.
Ariel. Prospero, Prospero,
Looks,
&c.---As before.
Chorus. Then blow the Bellows,
&c.---As before.
Pros. We conjure thee
agen
By a hobby Horse fine,
Mir. By thy Bullets
and Cat-stick,
Dor. By thy Rearer and Trap-stick,
Alonz. By thy stealers and Pichers.
Gonz. By thy
Marbles and Nickers,
Anton. By thy Top and thy Gigg,
Faran. By thy Beard, and thy Wigg.
Chorus. Polly,
Polly, &c.---All as before. [Then Hypolito rises
Ariel. <speaks> Victoria, Victoria! He lives, he lives, he lives.
[They Dance confus'dly round him.
Chorus. Then let's hugg him, and lugg him, and tugg him, and smugg him: with a hey brave Polly, and ho brave Polly and take him, and shake him, and wake him, and never forsake him, with a hey brave Polly, and ho brave Polly.
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First line: My Lord great Cac-Cac-Cac-Cac-Calyban
Source Edition: The Mock Tempest, or The Enchanted Castle (1674), 5.2, pp.51-5.
First performed: 19 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:6 (1675)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
MUSICK.
The Scene drawn discovers Bridewell
with Prisners in several postures of
labour and punishment,
then a Baud and Pimp drawn over the Stage in a Cart follow'd
by a Rabble; then arise Caliban, and Sycorax.
Sycorax.
My Lord great Cac-Cac-Cac-Cac-Calyban.
For my sweet sake,
Some pity take
On beauteous Nimph in Caravan:
And check with seemly snout,
The Rabble rout.
Calyban. Sweet Sycorax, my Mopsa dear,
My Dove,
my Duck,
My Honey suck-
-le which hast neither
prick nor peer,
I'le do't, take tail of Shirt,
Cleanse Eye from Dirt.
Syc. Give all the
rest of this fair Crew,
A play day too;
Let
Pillory
And Stocks agree,
To set all free:
Let the Beetle and Whip, be both laid to sleep,
And Pris'ners Condemn'd, live for want of a slip.
Cal. Dear Dowdy be jocund, and sleek
The dainty
fine furrowes of thine Olive Cheek:
I cannot deny
My pretty Pigs nye,
With a Nose like a Rose,
And a lip as green as a Leek.
Be calme ye great
Parents of the Punck, and the Pad,
While each Bully and
Lass sing and revel like mad.
Chorus Be calme,
&c.---
While each, &c.---
Pimp. Compel this roaring rout to fly.
Baud. And wee'l obey you by and by.
Chorus Compel, &c.---
And wee'l, &c.---
Rabble. Give's
something to drink, and wee'l go hence,
For we meant
your honours no offence.
Caly. Here, here ye dogs, here's Eighteen-pence.
Syc. But ere you go, lets have a Dance.
Chorus Here here, &c.---
But ere you, &c---
[They Dance, and Sing
this Chorus.
Be calme ye great Parents of the Punck, and the Pad:
While each Bully and Lass, sing and revel like mad.
[Exeunt Rabble.]
[The Prisners make a noyse.
Caly. Head-keeper,
let Correction cease,
Let ev'ry back and bum have
peace.
Syc. Do not the noble Crew beguile,
They came to sing and dance a while:
And you of
pleasure make a toyle.
Caly. Be still, be still,
ye whips, and ye backs,
Obey, obey, my lovely Sycorax.
Chorus Be still, &c.---
Obey, &c.---
The Head-keeper flyes down and sings.
Head-k.
Her I'le obey whose breath's so strong, one blast
Sent from her Lungs would lay my Castle wast;
Come down
my furies, lash no more,
But gently poure in
Salt and Urine,
To cleanse their crimson Lace from gore:
Whatever they are, or what'ere their transgressions,
Free all in the Castle, free all;
Make it as quiet,
as at quarter Sessions,
When they make visits to Westminster-Hall.
Here Four Keepers fly down.
To the Houses
you know,
Round, round, must you go,
And
search ev'ry place where their Revels they keep:
But no more 'till I call, shall ye handle the whip.
Chorus To the Houses, &c.---
Round,
&c.---
And search---
But no more---
[Exeunt Keepers.
Caly. Now the Tyrants
are gone that made ye affraid:
Let each Daughter and
Son,
Make hast to come on;
And be merry,
be merry, be merry,
Be merry, as a Maid.
Chorus Now the Tyrants, &c.---
While the Chorus is Singing the Prisners are freed, and make ready for a Dance. The Scene shuts. A dance with Bottles in their hands.
Pimp. Bullies my Lads, your Bottles sound.
Baud. And let sweet Eccho from each Last rebound.
Chorus.
Bullies, &c.---
And let, &c,---
A Dance.
Chorus Drink up all.
Drink up all.
Drink up all.
---Up all.
Drink up all.
The Scene opens, discovers the Sea;---The Night going down Aurora, and the Sun rising---the Musick sitting in an Arch of Chariots.
Caly. See,
see black Queen of Night, is sneaking down,
And under
sable Arm, she hides pale Moon.
And Dame Aurora, yonder
with eyes grey,
Shedding Od'rifferous dew, and breaking
day.
Behold the Skies Head-Waggoner, the Sun,
With Firy steed up yonder Hill does run.
Miss Thetis
would from Watry Bed pursue.
Begone fond Minx, must none
have Sun but you?
Sing.
Caly. Now your drink, and your Drabs you shall safely enjoy.
Syc. No Constables or Watch, shall your quiet destroy.
Chorus. Now, &c.---
No Constable, &c.---
Pimp. Wee'l closely convey you by a private back door:
Your Ale and Stepony wee'l fill on the Score.
Baud. Wee'l treat ye great lubbers, as ye sail in the
Straits,
With Trumpets and Cymbals, and loud City Waits.
Syc. In each room a soft Bed, or a Couch we will lay,
To please you all Night, and delight you all day.
Chorus. In each room, &c.---
To please
you, &c.---
A Dance.
Ariel apears in the Air, and Sings.
Song.
Where good Ale is, there suck I,
In a Coblers
Stall I lye,
While the Watch are passing by;
Then about the Streets I fly,
After Cullies merrily.
And I merrily, merrily take up my clo'se,
Under
the Watch, and the Constables nose.
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First line: The riddle of nature [Is a female creature]
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 2.1, p.14.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sweet. Come, Mr Vainthroat, you shall attone for your Fault by giving us a Song.
Vain. With all my heart, Madam; but I wish by that means I do not commit a greater.
SONG.
The Riddle of Nature,
Is a Female Creature;
She's graciously proud,
Maliciously good,
And her business is to be idle.
The mysterious Toy,
If she weeps 'tis for joy,
And when she beguiles,
'Tis done with her smiles,
He's mad then that bites of the Bridle.
Sweet. O fie upon you, for you're a sad man---Have you seen Madam Thoroshift yet, Mr Vainthroat.
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First line: Let never dull sorrow our joys invade
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 3.1, pp.24-5.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Vain. Come, Sir Knight, that you may shake off this moody
amorous temper, I'll
entertain you with a Song and
Dance.
1.
Let never dull sorrow
our joys invade,
But for ever let's follow the toping
trade:
Let a merry merry Song
Drive the Current
of Time along;
He's a Prince of a Man
That doubles his Span,
And makes it a Cubit long.
2.
Call Harry to fetch us more Bottles
in,
Don't tarry, since to Revel we thus begin:
Let's tipple tipple on,
Till the Moon and Stars
are gone;
'Tis a meeting divine,
When
our faces so shine,
That they Rival the Rising Sun.
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First line: Toll doll di da doll
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 3.1, p.25.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Captain Bownceby Drunk. (A Table with Candles.)
Capt. Toll, doll, di, da, doll. (Roars out of Tune.) Huzzah, Victoria <...>
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 3.1, p.26.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Capt. Egad then I'll go strike her home. I'll first go wash and tallow, and then---Have at thy Coat, old VVidow.
(Sings & Dances.
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First line: But see where walks the doughty knight
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 4.1, p.31.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:2
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Bellamour Blunt appears at a distance, walking in a melancholy posture.
Vain. sings in a Ballad tone.
But see where walks the doughty Knight,
Who
all in doleful guise,
Metes out the time of sable night.
With Tears dropt from his Eyes.
Widow, Widow, I vow yonders Champion seems to lye under some dire Enchantment, prithee go try whether you have ever a Spell about you that's powerful enough to set him at liberty.
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First line: All things seem deaf to my complaints
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 4.2, p.35.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Bowman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.170, n.134 [Music] The A'lamode Musician (1698), ff.2v-3 (UMI(2) 45:15).
Text of song:
Nibs. And would not this, Madam, look very prettily, were it to be performed in reality? Pray let me beg of you to begin the story at the Song, and see how sate may order the Consequences.
Oph. I will not deny you a Song, Nibs, but I believe the story as you call it, is like to begin and end with it.
SONG.
All
things seem deaf to my complaints,
In vain I roam the
Groves along.
Hear me ye Loves departed Saints,
That to Elizyan shades are gone.
If to my faithful
Celadon I prove not true,
Let it be both our dooms never
to come to you.
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First line: Ta doll di da doll di da doll
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 4.2, p.38.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Weal. Prithee leave fooling at this rate, give me but my Breeches again and all shall be well, faith Child. Then Minky, we'll go into thy Chamber, and there we will fairly unrip 'em. Every tenth piece shall be thy own freely, and for each piece I'll have a tubbers at bowls in a Summers day: Ta Doll, di, da, doll, di, da, doll.
[Sings and dances.
Minx. Ha! Now I smoke the business. Ha, ha, ha, he's uncas'd I find. He may Ta doll, di, da, doll long enough before Doll will refund again, I'll warrant her. [aside] Sir Wealthy, I can't imagin what you'd be at. Mr Nickycrack and I are but just come into the Garden, and how you come tied after this manner, and what you have had done to ye, I know no more than the man in yonders Moon, not I, I'll promise ye.
Nick. I profess Sir Wealthy I don't know what to think of your Ta, doll, di, da, doll; for my part I'm afraid your Worship is at present something Lunatick.
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First line: The danger is over
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 5.1, p.44.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Lyrics: Thomas Southerne
Source/s of Music: See TSTFM1 .
Text of song:
Enter Captain Bownceby singing.
Capt. The danger is over, the danger is over; Ta, doll, di, da, da, ra.
<NOTE: This line is probably the first of a song by Southerne (TSTFM1), especially given that TDTP9 is the first line of one by Lee (NLT10 )>.
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First line: Now now the fight is done
Source Edition: The Pretenders: or, The Town Unmaskt (1698), 5.1, p.45.
First performed: March 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 488:22
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: See NLT10
Text of song:
Enter Broakage Singing.
Bro. Now, now the Fight is done; Ta, di, doll, da, ra, da. The Widow's mine own, faith boys. Now, Mr Captain, you may march about your business as soon as you please, ha, ha, ha.
<NOTE: This is the first line of a song in Nathaniel Lee's 'Theodosius'>.
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First line: 'Tis not the silver nor gold for it self
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Heartall Sings.
'Tis not the Silver
nor gold for it self,
That makes men adore it, but 'tis
for its Power.
Sir Char. Thy singing has put me in mind of a Song was given me this morning <...>
<NOTE: Ten lines of related dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: The great Augustus like the glorious sun
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Dr John Blow
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.230, n.1194 [Music] Score is in A New Collection of Songs (1683), pp.19-25 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Sir Char. Thy singing has put me in mind of a Song was given me this morning, a thing very well humour'd, and most excellently set; and here I think comes the Lieutenant opportunely to sing it.
Enter Lieutenant Broome.
Broom. Oh Collonel! Y'are undone!
Sir Charl. No matter, Sir, sing me that Song I gave you lately!
Broom. Lord Sir sing! why I have the saddest news to tell you---
Sir Charl. No matter I say. Let me have the song, for nothing will I hear till that be ended.
Broom. Death how d'e think, I can have the heart to sing when---
Sir Charl. Do't or by heav'n I'le spoil thy tuning hereafter---Come on---
Broom. Was ever such a humour. I must obey him.
Song.
The great Augustus,
like the glorious Sun,
Long on the Rabble Weeds with
Splendor Shon;
Yet all the fruits of his bright influence
Was an Il Odour, Nauseous to the sence;
Long slighted
they his grace and Love,
His mercy made them Rebells
prove;
Nor would they be kept under,
Like
the rude Antients, that affronted Jove,
Because they
never felt his lightning or his Thunder.
Chorus.
Then let 'em be Confounded, Confounded, Confounded;
And so may every Roundhead
That stands not up for
King and Laws;
And so may every Roundhead be wretched
and Confounded,
That dares, that dares defend the good
old Cause.
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First line: A pox on all traitors and private cabals
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Broom. <...> Now Sir who shall sing now?
Sir Charl. Why thou inconsiderable Limb of the War, that will I like an April Nightingal,
Sings---A pox
on all Traitors and private Caballs,
Confound all their
Plots and Designes.
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First line: Twa bonny lads were Sawney and Jockey
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 3.3, p.32.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.362, n.3490. Lyrics only appear in two works, the former is not on microfilm, the latter appended here.
Text of song:
Cam. I like the Tune extreamly; Prithee sing it agen.
Scotch Song.
<1.>
<Chloe.> Twa bonny Lads were Sawney and Jockey,
Blith Jockey was lov'd, but Sawney unluckie;
Yet Sawney was tall, well-favour'd and witty,
But
Ise in my heart thought Jockey more pretty;
For when
he view'd me, su'd me, woo'd me,
Never was
Lad so like to undo me;
Fye, I cryed, yet almost died,
Lest Jockey should gang, and come no more to me.
2.
Jockey would Love, but he would not
Marry,
And Ise had a dread lest I should miscarry;
For his cunning Tongue with Wit was so guilded,
That I was afraid my heart would have yielded;
Daily
he press'd me, bless'd me, kiss'd me,
Lost
was the hour methought when he miss'd me;
Crying,
denying, and sighing, Ide woo him,
But ah! much ado had
I to gang fro him.
3.
But cruel
Fate robb'd me of this Jewel,
For Sawney would make
him fight in a Duel,
And down in a Dale with Cypress
surrounded
Ah! there to his death poor Jockey was wounded;
But when he thrill'd him, fell'd him, kill'd him,
Who can express my grief that beheld him!
Raging,
I tore my Hair to bind him,
And vow'd, and swore,
I'de ne're stay behind him.
<NOTE: See music source for additional verses not printed in the play>.
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First line: Two milky hills of joy
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 3.3, p.33.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir. Char. Two Milky Hills of Joy,
Where Cupids
lye,
And Lovers dye,
Consum'd in Ecstacy.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Now the Tories all must droop
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 4.[2], pp.49-50.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Bowman
Tune (if traditional): Forty-One (according to Day and Murrie)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.301, n.2425 [Music] Thompson, Nathaniel, A Choice Collection of 180 Loyal Songs...Third Edition (1685), pp.6-8 (UMI(2) 1053:4). First in A New Collection of Songs (1680), pp.33-5 (not on microfilm) where Bowman is listed as the singer.
Text of song:
Broom. No more, Sir, I beseech you; he's penitent; and pray have patience and hear this; 'tis a new Song, was given me this morning--- I'll Sing it you---
Old. Well, come, prithee let's hear it.---
SONG.
<I.>
<Broom.> Now, now the Tories all must droop,
Religion and the Laws,
And Whiggs of Commonwealth
get up
To Tap the Good Old Cause:
Tantivy-Boys
must all go down,
And haughty Monarchy;
The
Leather Cap must brave the Crown,
And Hey then up go
We.
II.
The Name of Lord shall
be Abhorr'd,
For every Man's a Brother;
What Reason then in Church or State
One Man should
Rule another?
When we have Pill'd and Plunder'd
all,
And Levell'd each Degree,
Wee'l
make their plump young Daughters fall,
And Hey then up
go We.
III.
Wee'l down
with all the Versities,
Where Learning is profest,
Because they Practise and Maintain
The Language
of the Beast:
Wee'l Exercise within the Groves,
And Teach beneath a Tree;
Wee'l make a Pulpit
of a Cask,
And Hey then up go We.
IV.
What tho the King and Parliament
Do not accord
together,
We have most cause to be content;
This is our Sun-shine weather:
For if good Reason should
take place,
And they should once agree,
'Dzowns
who'd be in a Round-head's Case,
For Hey then
up go We.
V.
Wee'l break
the Windows which the Whore
Of Babylon has Painted;
And when the Bishops are run down,
Our Deacons
shall be Sainted.
Thus having quite Enslav'd the
Town,
Pretending 'tis too free;
At last
the Gallows claims her own,
And Hey then up go We.
<NOTE: See music source for additional verses not printed in the play>.
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First line: Like charity to the poor
Source Edition: The Royalist (1682), 4.[2], p.53.
First performed: 23 January 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 93:5
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Char. Honesty, Ned, in this Age, is a very scarce commodity, because 'tis woven with Loyalty, and true Loyalty expects no reward; for that,
Like Charity to the Poor,
Is repaid from th' Eternal Store.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: How vile are the sordid intrigues of the town
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress: or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), 2.2, p.20.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: See TDTMHM3
Text of song:
Fulv. Yet, what care I, I'm Mrs. of my own fate, let 'em drink, let 'em roar, let 'em sing, what is't to me I'll do the same.
Sings. How vile are the sordid Intrigues of the Town,
Cheating and lying, perpetually sway
From Bully
and Punk to the Politick Gown,
In plotting and sotting
they wast the whole day.
Let me have Musick, and bring in Orpheus there, O, my hard fortune!
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First line: Behold the man that with gigantic might
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress: or, a Woman Once in the Right (1693), 2.2, p.20, lyrics appearing at sig.a4r.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
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.182, n.345 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus (1698), pp.237-42 (UMI(2) 158:4) et alia.
Text of song:
Guiac. So now the Fit's almost spent, let 'em come in there,[she sits down,<]> these are Lunaticks by me appointed on purpose to indulge the Humour, the one was a Young hot blooded Officer that being balk'd in a Battel, against the French in Flanders, fell mad upon't, the Woman crack'd her Brain with Pride and Malice, hearing her Lover say, another was handsomer and better dress'd at a Court Ball.
There's a Song in parts, between a mad Man, and a mad Woman, then two other mad Men, who sit down, then enter Numps and Quickwit, like a mad Man with a Paper.
<lyrics as they appear at sig. a4r>
SONG, by way of Dialogue between a Madman and a Mad-woman. In ACT II.
He. Behold
the Man that with Gigantick might
Dares Combat Heaven
again;
Storm Jove's bright Palace, put the Gods to
flight,
Chaos renew, and make perpetual Night.
Come on ye fighting Fools, that petty Jars maintain
I've all the War of Europe in my Brain.
She. Who's
he that talks of War,
When Charming Beauty comes:
Within whose Face divinely fair,
Eternal Pleasure
blooms
When I appear the Martial God,
A Conquer'd
Victim lies,
Obeys each Glance, each awful Nod,
And fears the Lightning of my killing Eyes,
More
than the fiercest Thunder in the Skies.
He. Now, now,
we mount up high,
The Suns bright God and I,
Charge on the Azure downs of ample Sky.
See, see, how
the Immortal Cowards run:
Pursue, pursue, drive o'en
the Burning Zone;
From thence come rowling down,
And search the Globe below with all the gulphy Main,
To find my lost, my wandring Sense again.
Second Movement.
I.
She. By this dis-joyned
matter
That crowds thy Pericranion,
I nicely
have found, that thy Brain is not sound,
And thou shalt
be my Companion.
II.
He. Come
let us plague the World then,
I embrace the blest occasion;
For by Instinct, I find, thou art one of the kind
That first brought in Damnation.
III.
She. My Face has Heaven Inchanted,
With all
the Sky-born Fellows.
Jove press'd to my Breast,
and my Bosom he kiss'd,
Which made old Juno jealous.
IV.
He. I challeng'd Grisly Pluto,
But the God of Fire did shun me.
Witty Hermes I
drub'd, round the Pole with my Club,
For breaking
Jokes upon me.
Chorus of both.
Then
Mad, very Mad, very Mad, let us be,
For Europe does now
with our Frenzy agree,
And all things in Nature are Mad,
too as we.
V.
She. I found
Apollo Singing,
The Tune my Rage Increases;
I made him so blind, with a look that was kind,
That
he broke his Lyre to pieces.
VI.
He.
I drank a Health to Venus,
And the Mole on her white
Shoulder.
Mars flinch'd at the Glass, and I threw't
in his Face
Was ever Heroe bolder?
VII.
She. 'Tis true, my dear Alcides,
Things
tend to dissolution,
The Charms of a Crown, and the Crafts
of the Gown,
Have brought all to Confusion.
VIII.
He. The haughty French begun it,
The English Wits pursue it.
She. The German and
Turk still go on with the Work,
He. And all in time will
rue it.
Chorus.
Then Mad, very Mad, &c.
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First line: By those pignies [pigsneyes] that stars do seem
Source Edition:The Richmond Heiress: or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), 2.2, pp.21-2.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Doggett and Mrs. Bracegirdle
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.188, n.453 [Music] Joyful Cuckoldom (1671, actually 1695?), no.33 (UMI(2) 2032:10).
Text of song:
Quick. Hast brought her? that's my Boy, ay there she is, I know her now.
[Starting up.
Sings.
By those Pignies, that Stars do seem,
Those Breasts as
white as Curds and Cream,
Those Cherry Lips and dimpled
Chin,
'Tis Mopsa that shall be my Queen.
Guiac. She makes up to him now, the Distemper works now, they are curing one another, the two mad Men rise and dance with 'em.[Dance.
Fulvia Sings. Art thou the Crack-brain'd
Fool thou seem'st to be?
Quick. Art thou-a white-fac'd
Ape as mad as he?
A foolish Female nice and shy,
That never yet trod shooe awry,
Nor suffer'd
youngster by the by,
To have a finger in the Pye?
Fulvia. In spight of Rings and Bracelets gay,
Sweet
Junkets on a Holyday,
Or all that silly Men can say
I'm still of Vesta's Train a Maid.
Quick.
'Tis then for want of Humane Aid.
Fulv. No, no.
Quick. Ay, ay.
Fulv. No, no.
Quick.
Ay, ay.
Fulv. I'm still a Maid.
Quick.
O fye, O fye!
Fulv. In thought and deed, and so will
die.
Quick. You are a Fool, or else you lye,
<speaks> ---but if thou art, go to the Queen and beg me <...>
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First line: Song has no lyrics (Come fill up the Bowl with the Liqour that fine is)
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress: or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), 4.1, p.33.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See note below.
Text of song:
Stock. ---Come Squire Thomas, and my Welsh Friend, Pray sit round, Here's some Honest Friends of mine will give us a Catch in three Parts; Cousin Sisse, Prithee sit down, and so forth.
Stock. Come, Come, Slap-dash, No more grumbling Will, but take your Cup, and then let's have the Catch, and so forth. (They sit down. Why, Cousin Sisse. What hast got there, an Acorn Cup? why a Flea may drink off that, prethee take one of ours, and so forth.
(Strikes the Cup out of her Hand.)
Squeam. Oh horrid, not for the World, the quantity of this is enough to suffocate my Spirits, as I am a Virgin.
Hear a Catch, in three parts, in praise of Punch.
Stock. By the Lord Mayor, very well perform'd Boys, Tholl, Loll, Loll, an dickins take it, it won't do now, yet I could have Sung my Sol, Fa, when I was a Batchelour purely Faith,---but these Wives, these Wives, spoil all our Parts; Come, Here's Prosperity to the City and Trade.
<NOTE: D'Urfey's editor Raymond Biswanger (p.lxxxiii) suggests that this song is probably "A SONG in Praise of Punch" (Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), p.216 (CT(1) 8822:03) et alia), written by D'Urfey. The lyrics are as follows>.
Come fill up
the Bowl with the Liquor that fine is,
And much more
Divine is,
Than now a-days Wine is, with all their Art;
None here can controul,
The Vintner despising,
tho' Brandy be rising,
'Tis Punch that must chear
the Heart:
The Lover's complaining, 'twill cure
in a trice,
And Caelia disdaining, shall cease to be
nice,
Come fill up the Bowl, &c.
Thus
soon you'll discover, the cheat of each Lover,
When
free from all care you'll quickly find,
As Nature
intended 'em, willing and kind:
Come fill up the
Bowl, &c.
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First line: Of noble race was Shinken
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress: or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), lyrics appearing at sig. a4v, inserted into 4.1, p.34 (actually 38) by the editor.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.310, n.2579 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...First Book (1693), p.20 (UMI(2) 1820:19) et alia.
Text of song:
Shink. When her is in Wales, look you, her could drink very goot Metheglins with her Cousin Cadwallader, at the Three Red Herrings and Green Leeks in Monmoxth, but now since her saw you, her Heart has done nothing but thump, thump and then her does sigh so sadly, Hey hoh, (sighs. so that if her is obdurates and cruels, and will not love Shinkin, why then, alas, there is now way for her, look you, but Hey ho!
<Raymond Biswanger locates Shinken's song at this locale>
(Hotspur teizes Mrs. Stockjobb, she rises, and call out her Husband.)
<lyrics as the appear at sig. a4v>
SHINKEN's Song to the Harp. In the Fourth ACT.
<I.>
Of Noble Race was Shinken, trum tery, tery, tery; trum trum,
The Line of Owen Tudor, trum, trum, trum;
But her
Renown was fled and gone,
Since cruel Love pursu'd
hur: trum, trum, &c.
II.
Fair
Winny's Eyes bright shining, trum, &c.
And
Lily Breasts alluring, trum, &c.
Poor Shinkin's
heart, with fatal Dart,
Have Wounded past all Curing:
trum, &c.
III.
Hur
was the prettiest Fellows, trum, trum, &c.
At
Bandy once and Cricket, trum, &c.
At Hunting-Chace,
or High-foot Race,
Gadsplut, how hur could Prick it's
trum, &c.
IV.
But now
all Joys defying, trum, &c.
All pale and wan
hur Cheeks too, trum, &c.
Hur heart so akes,
hur quite forsakes
Hur Herrings and hur Leeks too: trum,
&c.
V.
No more must
dear Metheglins, trum, &c.
be top'd at goot
Mountgomery, trum, &c.
And if Loves sore, smart
one Week more,
Adieu Creen Sheefe and Flummery: trum,
&c.
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First line: All Europe is now in confusion
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress: or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), 5.5, pp.60-1, lyrics appearing at sig.a4v.
First performed: mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Char. Oh, these are Mummers, some of the young fry of the Neighbourhood that having a frolick this Evening, desire to give us a share on't, the Subject is the stealing an Heiress, and the Figures are Love, Desire, Youth, and Avarice, that all Court the Lady Pecunia, the design is pretty enough, come let 'em begin.
They Dance.
SONG here.
<lyrics as they appear at sig. a4v>
SONG. In the Last ACT.
<I.>
All
Europe is now in Confusion,
Then Friends, let's think
it no Crime,
(Since all things do bode Dissolution)
To make the best use of short time.
II.
Tho' Nations do rise against Nations,
And
Peace is frighted from home;
The Planets remove from
their stations,
And seem to portend our sad doom.
III.
Strange Earth-quakes make War against
Nature,
And Ruin circles us round;
There
is something more in the matter
Than e'er yet Philosophers
found.
IV.
Sound Reason no
longer convinces,
So Potent Discord is grown;
For some of the Brave fight for Princes,
And Crop-ear'd
Prigs fight for none.
V.
The
Church, that should teach us true Morals,
And prove Devotion
great gain,
Foment in the Pulpit odd Quarrels,
And then leave 'em us to maintain.
VI.
Then fill up the Glass a Health Royal,
No Stars
not Omens we'll fear;
A Health to the Fair and the
Loyal,
Tho' Dooms-day be never so near.
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First line: Stubborn church division
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress; or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), song not printed in play.
First performed: Mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Initially ascribed to Solomon Eccles, and later to John Blow ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.339, n.3092 [Music] John Hudgebut, Thesaurus Musicus...Second Book, 1694, pp.24-5 (UMI(2) 1926:18) and others. First appeared as an undated broadside (1693? UMI(2) 1460:04).
Text of song:
Stubborn Church division,
Folly and Ambition,
Caus'd with great Derision,
Pooe England's sad condition;
Princes leave
their Stations,
By strange Abdications:
New
ones come to ease us,
Yet nothing e're can please
us,
Happy's the Man that shun's the Great,
That pleasing himself in a Rural State,
With ease
and content;
In a sweet retreat,
Avoids alls
Jar's <sic> and Faction,
In his small
Dominions,
Vents no false Opinions,
Nor deserts
the true,
For Papist or Socinian,
But sits
down
With his Freind's <sic> around,
Whilst the Glass is crownd <sic>,
And the health's abound,
To the King and Queen the
best in town;
The Fleet or Armies Action,
Argues still with Reason,
Speaks nor hears no Treason,
Nor Arraigns the Sense
Of five hundred Heads to
please One:
Plaintiff or Defendants,
Ne're
get his attendance,
He wishes well to all,
That are at Whitehall,
But he loves no Court dependance;
Books admires when Witty,
Good Musick and a Ditty,
And takes a Spouse
To adorn his House
That's rich and kind, and pretty;
Merrily discards
all sorrow;
Warilly <sic> does never lend
nor borrow,
Generously Entertains his Friends to day,
And is the same to morrow.
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First line: Maiden fresh as a rose
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress; or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), song not printed in play.
First performed: Mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded (Solomon Eccles or John Blow?) ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Pack
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.285, n.2153 [Music] Thomas D'Urfey, Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive, 1719, pp.56-7 (CT(1) 6428:07). First appeared as an undated broadside (1693? UMI(2) 1460:03).
Text of song:
Maiden fresh as a Rose,
Young buxome and full
of jollity,
Take no Spouse among Beaux,
Fond
of their Raking quality;
He who wears a long bush,
All powder'd down with his Pericrane,
And with
Nose full of Snush,
Snuffles out Love in a merry vein.
Who to Dames of high place,
Do's prattle
like any Parrot too,
Yet with Doxies a brace,
At Night, piggs in a Garret too;
Patrimony out-run,
To make a fine shew to carry thee,
Plainly Friend
thou'rt undone,
If such a Creature Marry thee.
Then for fear of a bribe,
Of flattering noise
and vanity,
Yoak a Lad of our Tribe,
He'll
shew thee best humanity;
Flashy, thou wilt find Love,
In civil as well as secular,
But when Spirit doth
move,
We have a gift particular.
Tho
our graveness is pride,
That boobys the more may venerate,
He that gets a Rich bride,
Can jump when he's
to Generate;
Off then goes the disguise,
To bed in his Arms he'll carry thee,
Then to be happy
and wise,
Take Yea and Nay to Marry thee.
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First line: Fie Jockey never prattle more so like a loon
Source Edition: The Richmond Heiress; or, A Woman Once in the Right (1693), song not printed in play.
First performed: Mid-April 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1401:23
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.219, n.992 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...First Book (1693), p.16 (UMI(2) 1820:19) et alia.
Text of song:
Fye Jockey never prattle meer so like
a Loon,
No Rebel e're shall garr my heart to Love;
Sawny was a Loyal Scot tho' dead and gone,
And Jenny'd in her Daddy's way with muckle joy shall move:
Laugh at the Kirk Apostles, and the canting Swarms,
And fight the bonny Lad that love their Monarchy and King;
Then Jenny fresh and blith, shall take thee in her Arms,
And give thee twenty kisses, and perhaps a better thing.
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First line: Begone dull fear and servile duty fly
Source Edition: The Siege of Memphis, or The Ambitious Queen (1676), 2.1, pp.13-4.
First performed: c.July? 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:17
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG within.
<I.>
Begon dull fear, and servile duty fly,
Where
mischeifs hourly rove,
Whilst here we own no other Deity,
Nor Monarch know but Souls ensnaring Love.
Love,
whose refreshing Joys such rapture brings,
Such life,
such charming power,
'Twould warm the sinews of enervate
Kings,
And make 'em young once more.
II.
Let sordid Mortals toil for Earths increase,
And Glory in their gains.
We with new charms will one
another please
And laugh to see the harvest of their
pains.
In quiet let 'em share their happiness
With hope and fortune great,
Whilst we each day,
each hour that Heaven possess,
Which they expect at last.
III.
Then feed my flame bright Deity
of Love
With Lulling extasies,
That whilst
I in this Orb of Beauty rove
I in conceipt may Soar above
the Skyes.
Reasons a term by drowzy Zealots fain'd
Which rapting bliss destroys,
Nature do's always
fiercest pleasures lend
When freely sense enjoys.
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First line: Down with this love that has made such a pother
Source Edition: The Spanish Rogue (1673), 4.3, p.42.
First performed: March 1673 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:8 (1674)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.213, n.883 [Music] Playford, John, Choice, Ayres, Songs and Dialogues (1676), pp.84-5 (UMI(2) 946:27).
Text of song:
Leon. Madam! ne'r hope that he will
change his mind;
You easily may guess at his intent,
By this fine song his worthy friend has sent.
Rosel. Sing it Leonella---
Leonella sings this Song.
Down with this Love that has made such a pother,
This Jack with a Lanthorn that leads us a round,
'Till
with dull Marri'ge we Cheat one another,
For joyes
that do vanish, as soon as th'are found.
Repent ye
proud Nymphs! for your Tricks shall not pass,
We'll
change no more Gold, and good Stones for your Glass.
While
so severely you rail at the pleasure,
And kill the poor
Lover that's at your command;
Like Doctors, you turn
your heads from the Treasure,
But Oh how you grasp what
is put in your hand.
Repent, &c.
When
the short minute we sigh'd for is over,
The Nymph
is more kind, and more brisk than before;
But how dejected
and dull is her Lover,
To find all his Passion can purchase
no more?
Repent ye proud Nymphs! for your Tricks shall
not pass,
We'll change no more Gold, and good Stones
for your Glass.
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First line: Abroad as I was walking upon a summer's day
Source Edition: Wit for Money, or Poet Stutter (1691), pp.18-21.
First performed: 1691? (post-January)
UMI(2) reel no.: 182:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey (according to WING--anonymous in H&S)
Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: See TDTFT1 .
Text of song:
Johnson. And so you'll be, dear Stutter, if you'll give us a Song.
<Dialogue relating to the forthcoming song continues for two pages>
Johnson. What you like best your self, Tom, good Song are ever new to me.
Stutter.
Abroad as I was walking upon a Summers Day,
There I met
with a Beggar Woman cloathed all in Gray:
Her Clothes
they were so torn, you might have seen her skin,
She
was the first that taught me to see the Golin,
Ah! see
the Golin my Jo, see the Golin.
17th page of Trick for Trick.
She took her Bearn up, and wrapt it
weel in Clothes,
And then she takes a Golin and stick
between her Toes,
And ever as the Lurden cry'd or
made any din,
She shook her foot and cry'd my Jo,
see the Golin;
Ah! see the Golin my Jo, see the Golin.
Smith. A very pretty Tune indeed.
Stutter. But how do you like the words? To praise the Tune only, is commending a frame, and saying nothing of the picture.
Johnson. Oh the words are singular; odd--odd, mighty pretty odd words.
Stutter. Ay that <sings> see the Golin, my Jo, see the Golin:<speaks> Gad, I wonder how I come by all these pretty things <...>
<Dialogue relating to this song continues at some length and leads to the next song>.
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First line: Make your honours miss tholl loll loll
Source Edition: Wit for Money, or Poet Stutter (1691), p.23.
First performed: 1691? (post-January; date of 'Love for Money'>.
UMI(2) reel no.: 182:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey (according to WING--anonymous in H&S)
Source/s of Music: See TDLFM4
Text of song:
<Dialogue relating to the song continues from previous song>.
Smith. I'll say that for him, he is as fond of talking of them, --aside--as of his last Song, or Copy of Verses. Prithee sing tother Song.
Stutter. Make your Honours Miss,
Tholl-loll-loll.
Now to me Child--
Smith. Oh, prithee Tome, let's have another <...>
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First line: Fond love no more
Source Edition: Love's Labrynth, or The Royal Shepherdess (1660), 2.1, p.17.
First performed: 1660 (Closet)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1947:9 (in 'Virtus rediviva', 1661)
Author: Thomas Forde
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
I.
Fond love no more,
Will
I adore
Thy feigned Deity.
Go throw thy darts,
At simple hearts,
And prove thy victory.
2.
Whilst I do keep
My harmless
sheep,
Love hath no power on me:
'Tis
idle soules,
Which he controules,
The busie
man is free.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung. TFLL3 is identical in structure and is evidently sung>.
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First line: Cupid all his arts did prove
Source Edition: Love's Labrynth, or The Royal Shepherdess (1660), 2.8, p.28.
First performed: 1660 (Closet)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1947:9 (in 'Virtus rediviva', 1661)
Author: Thomas Forde
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Loves Duel.
Cupid all his Arts did prove,
To invite my heart to love;
But I alwayes did delay,
His mild summons to obey;
Being deaf to all his
charms.
Strait the god assumes his Arms.
With his bow and quiver, he
Takes the field to Duel me.
Armed like Achilles, I,
With my shield alone defie
His bold challenge, as he cast
His golden darts,
I as fast
Catch'd his Arrows in my shield,
Till I made him leave the field.
Fretting, and
disarmed then,
The angry god returns agen,
All in flames; 'stead of a dart,
Throws himself into
my heart.
Useless, I my shield require,
When
the Fort is all on fire.
I in vain the field did win,
Now the Enemy's within.
Thus betray'd,
at last I cry,
Love thou hast the victory.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: No more no more
Source Edition: Love's Labrynth, or The Royal Shepherdess (1660), 3.2, pp.32-3.
First performed: 1660 (Closet)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1947:9 (in 'Virtus Rediviva', 1661)
Author: Thomas Forde
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Men. <...> I'll tempt his god-ship with
a song, and see
If verse, not sighs, will gain the victorie.
1.
No more, no more,
Fond
Love give o're,
Dally no more with me;
Strike home and bold,
Be hot, or cold,
Or
leave thy deitie.
2.
In love,
luke-warm,
Will do more harm,
Than can feavers
heat:
Cold cannot kill
So soon as will
A fainting, dying sweat.
3.
I
cannot tell,
When sick, or well,
Physick,
or poyson give;
Still in anguish,
I do languish,
Or let me die, or live.
4.
If
I must be,
Thy Votarie,
Be thou my friend
or foe:
If thou wilt have
Me be thy slave,
Hold fast, or let me goe.
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First line: Why so nice and coy fair lady
Source Edition: Love's Labrynth, or The Royal Shepherdess (1660), 4.3, p.48.
First performed: 1660 (Closet)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1947:9 (in 'Virtus Rediviva', 1661)
Author: Thomas Forde
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Men. Why so nice and coy fair Lady
Prethee why
so coy?
If you deny your hand and lip
Can
I your heart enjoy?
Prethee why so coy?
For
thy flitting joyes are past,
I will give thee joyes at
last.
Joyes that shall create each other,
Make thee both a wife and mother.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Ye restless cares companions of the night
Source Edition: Love's Labrynth, or The Royal Shepherdess (1660), 4.6, p.54.
First performed: 1660 (Closet)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1947:9 (in 'Virtus Rediviva', 1661)
Author: Thomas Forde
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Men. <...> I'll try if I can sing my cares asleep.
Ye restless cares, companions of the night,
That wrap my joyes in clouds of endless woes,
Spare
not my heart, but wound it with your spight,
Since love
and fortune prove my equal foes.
Farewel my hopes, farewel
my happy dayes,
Welcom sweet grief, the subject of my
layes.
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First line: Phoebus unto thee we sing
Source Edition: Love's Mistress; or The Queen's Masque (1636), 3.1, sig.F4v.
First Performed: revived 11 March 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 890:10
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Phoebus unto thee wee sing,
Oh thou great Idalian king:
Thou the god of Phisick
art,
Of Poetry, and Archery;
Wee sing unto
thee with a heart,
Devoted to thy deity:
All bright glory crowne thy head,
Thou soveraine of all
Piety,
Whose golden beames and rayes are shed
As well upon the poore as rich,
For thou alike regardest
each;
Phoebus unto thee wee sing,
Oh thou
great Idalian King.
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First line: Thou that art call'd the bright Hiperion
Source Edition: Love's Mistress; or The Queen's Masque (1636), 3.1, sig.G1r.
First Performed: revived 11 March 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 890:10
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Clow. Thou that art call'd
the bright Hiperion,
Wert thou more strong than Spanish
Gerion,
That had three heads upon one man,
Compare not with our great god Pan:
They call
thee Sonne of bright Latona,
But girt thee in thy torrid
zonna,
Sweate, baste, and broyle, as best thou can,
Thou art not like our Dripping Pan.
What
cares hee for the great god Neptune,
With all the broath
that hee is kept in;
Vulcan or Iove hee scornes to bow
to,
To Hermes, or the infernall Pluto.
Then
thou that art the heavens bright eye,
Or burne, or scorch,
or boyle, or fry,
Bee thou a god, or bee thou man,
Thou art not like our Frying Pan.
They call
thee Phoebus, god of day,
Yeeres moneths, weekes houres,
of March and May;
Bring up thy army in the van,
Wee'le meete thee with our Pudding Pan.
Thy
selfe in thy bright Charriot settle,
With Skillet arm'd,
Brasse-pot, or Kettle,
With Iugg, Black-pot, with Glasse,
or Can,
No talking to our Warming Pan.
Thou
hast thy beames, thy browes to deck,
Thou hast thy Daphne
at thy beck;
Pan hath his hornes, Sirnjx, and Phillis,
And I Pans Swaine, my Amarillis.
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First line: Thy harp to Pan's pipe yield god Phoebus
Source Edition: Love's Mistress; or The Queen's Masque (1636), 3.1, sig.G1v.
First Performed: revived 11 March 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 890:10
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mi. Yes Son, I can, and that most learnedly:
Thy
Harpe to Pans Pipe, yeeld god Phoebus,
For 'tis not
now as in Diebus
Illis, Pan all the yeere wee follow,
But semel in anno ridet Apollo,
Thy quirester cannot
come neere
The voice of this our Chanticleere,
Then leave off these thy burning rayes,
And give
to Pan the Prick and prayse,
Thy colour change, look
pale and wan,
In honour of the great god Pan.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Oh tell me have you ever seen
Source Edition: Love's Mistress; or The Queen's Masque (1636), 4.1, sig.I4v-K1r.
First Performed: revived 11 March 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 890:10
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clo. Make of her what I can; oh that all, or any of you could like me, looke upon her with the eyes of Poetry, I would then let you know what I have made of her.
1 Swa. Prithee let's hear't.
Clow. Then listen hither, 'oh you Imps of ignorance;
Oh tell mee, have
you ever seene,
Since you were borne unto this day,
Which is long since a wit so greene,
And cover'd
with a head so gray.
To praise her still, my Muses
will is,
Although therein I have no cunning,
Yet is the nose of Amarillis
Like to a Cock, long, and
still running.
Her eyes, though dimme, to seeme
cleere,
And they of Rheume can well dispose,
The one doth blinke, the other bleare,
In Pearle-drops
striving with her nose.
Her brest are like two
beds of blisse,
Or rather like two leane-cowes udders,
Which shewes that shed no Change-ling is,
Because
they say, such were her mothers.
Those few teeth
left her in her head,
Now stand like hedge-stakes in
her gumms,
Full of white Dandriff is her head,
Shee puts the Cobler downe for thumbs.
Her
sides be long, her belly lanke,
And of her leggs what
should I say,
But that she feeles well in the flanke,
And both her feete, themselues display.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: When Tarquin first in court began
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.c1v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hor. See where he comes. Morrow Valerius.
Lucre.
Morrow my Lord.
Song.
Val.
When Tarquin first in Court began,
And was approved King:
Some men for sudden joy gan weep,
But I for sorrow
sing.
Sce. Ha, ha, how long has my Valerius
Put on this straine of mirth, or what's the cause?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Let humor change and spare not
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.c1v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Song
Val. Let
humor change and spare not,
Since Tarquin's proud,
I care not,
His faire words so bewitch my delight,
That I doted on his sight.
Now he is chang'd
cruell thoughts embracing
And my deserts disgracing.
Hor. <speaks> Vpon my life he's either
mad or love-sicke,
Oh can Valerius, but so late a States-man,
Of whom the publike weale deserv d so well,
Tune
out his age in Songs and Cansoners.
Whose voice should
thunder counsell in the eares
Of Tarquin and proud Tullia?
think Valerius
What that proud woman Tullia is, twill
put thee
Quite out of Tune.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Now what is love I will thee tell
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.c1v-c2r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Song.
Val. Now
what is love I will thee tell,
It is the fountain and
the well,
Where pleasure and repentance dwell,
It is perhaps the sansing bell,
That rings all
in to heaven or hell.
And this is love, and this is love,
as I heere tell.
Now what is love I will you show,
A thing that creeps and cannot goe:
A prize that
passeth too and fro,
A thing for me, a thing for moe,
And he that proves shall finde it so,
And this
is love, and this is love, sweet friend I tro.
Lucre.
<speaks> Valerius. I shall quickly change thy cheere,
And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine,
Thinke how that worthy Prince our kinsman King
Was butchered
in the Marble Capitoll.
Shall Servius Tullius unregarded
die
Alone of thee, whome all the Romane Ladies,
Even yet with teare swollen eyes, and sorrowfull soules,
Compassionate as well he merited;
To these lamenting
dames what canst thou sing?
whose griefe through all
the Romane Temples ring.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Lament ladies lament
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.c2r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Song.
Va. Lament
Ladies lament,
Lament the Roman land,
The
King is fra thee hent.
Was doughtie on his hand,
Weele gang into the Kirk,
His dead corps weele
embrace,
And when we se him dead,
We ay will
cry alas. Fa la.
Hora. This musicke mads me, I all mirth despise.
Luc.To heare him sing drawes rivers from mine eyes.
Sceuo. It pleaseth me for
since the court is harsh,
And lookes a skance on souldiers,
lets be merry,
Court Ladies, sing, drinke, dance, and
every man
Get him a mistris coach it in the Countrey,
And tast the sweetes of it, what thinks Valerius
Of Sevolacs last counsell?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Why since we soldiers cannot prove
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.c2v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Song.
Va. Why
since we souldiers cannot prove,
And griefe it is to
us therfore,
Let every man get him a love,
To trim her well, and fight no more.
That we may taste
of lovers blisse,
Be merry and blith, imbrace and kisse,
That Ladies may say some more of this,
That Ladies
may say, some more of this.
Since Court and Citie
both grow proud,
And safety you delight to heare,
Wee in the Country will us shroud,
Where lives
to please both eye and eare:
The Nightingale sings Iug,
Iug, Iug,
The little Lambe leaps after his dug,
And the prety milke-maids they looke so smug.
And
the prety milke-maids, &c.
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First line: She that denies me I would have
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.d3v-d4r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The first new Song.
She that denies me,
I would have,
Who craves me, I despise.
Venus
hath power to rule mine heart,
But not to please mine
eyes.
Temptations offered, I still scorne.
Deny'd; I cling them still.
Ile neither glut mine
appetite,
Nor seeke to starve my will.
Diana,
double cloath'd, offends;
So Venus, naked quite.
The last begets a surfet, and
The other no delight.
That crafty Girle shall please me best
That No,
for Yea, can say,
And every wanton willing kisse
Can season with a Nay.
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First line: Shall I woo the lovely Molly
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.d4r-v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bru. Nay you shall stay Horatius, Lucretius so shall you, he removes himselfe from the love of Brutus, that shrinkes my side till we have had a song of all the pretty suburbians: sit round, when Valerius?
Song.
Val. Shall
I woe the lovely Molly,
She's so faire, so fat so
jolly,
But she has a tricke of folly,
Therefore
Ile ha none of Molly. No no no, no no, no.
Ile ha none
of Molly, no no no.
Oh the cherry lips of Nelly,
They are red and soft as jelly,
But too well she
loves her belly.
Therefore ile have none of Nelly. No,
no, no, &c.
What say you to bonny Betty,
Ha you seene a lasse so pretty?
But her body is
so sweatty,
Therefore ile ha none of Betty. No, no, no,
no, no,
When I dally with my Dolly,
She is
full of melancholly,
Oh that wench is pestilent holly,
Therefore ile have none of Dolly, No, no, no, &c.
I could fancy lovely Nanny,
But she has the loves
of many,
Yet her selfe she loves not any.
Therefore ile have none of Nanny, no, no, &c.
In a flax shop I spide Ratchell,
Where she her flax and
tow did hatchell,
But her cheekes hang like a satchell,
Therefore ile have none of Ratchell, No, no, &c.
In a corner I met Biddy,
Her heeles were light
her head was giddy,
She fell downe and somewhat did I,
Therefore ile have none of Biddy, No, no, &c.
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First line: The gentry to the King's head
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.e1v-e2r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
The Gentry to the Kings head,
The Nobles to the Crowne.
The Knights unto the
goulden Fleece,
And to the plough the Clowne.
The Church-man to the Miter.
The Shep-heard to the Starre.
The Gardiner, hies him to Rose,
To the Drum the
man of warre;
To the Feathers Ladies you; the Globe
The Sea-man doth not scorne
The Vsurer to the Devill,
and
The Townesman to the Horne.
The Huntsman
to the white Hart,
To the Ship the Marchant goes,
But you that doe the Muses love
The Swanne, calde
River Poe.
The Banquerout to the worlds end,
The Foole to the Fortune hie.
Vnto the Mouth, the Oyster
wife,
The Fidler to the Pie,
The Punck unto
the Cockecatrice.
The Drunkard to the Vine,
The Beggar to the Bush, then meete
And with Duke Humphrey
Dine.
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First line: Though the weather jangles
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.e2v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The second new Song.
Though the weather
jangles
With our hookes, and our angles,
Our nets be shaken, and no fish taken:
Though fresh Cod
and Whiting,
Are not this day biting,
Gurnet,
nor Conger, to satisfie hunger,
Yet looke to our draught.
Hale the maine bowling,
The seas have left
their rowling,
The waves their huffing, the winds their
puffing,
Vp to the Top-mast Boy,
And bring
us news of joy,
Heres no demurring, no fish is stirring.
Yet some thing we have caught.
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First line: John for the king has been in many ballads
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.e2v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clow. My Lord Valerius, I have even a suit to your honor, I ha not the power to part from you, without a rellish, a note, a tone, we must get an Aire betwixt us,
Val. Thy meaning.
Clo. Nothing but this.
Iohn
for the King has been in many ballads,
Iohn for the King
downe dino,
Iohn for the King, has eaten many sallads,
Iohn for the King sings hey ho.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Pompie I will shew thee the way to know
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.e3r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>
Val. Thou wouldst have a song, wouldst thou not?
Clow. And be everlastingly bound to your honour, I am now forsaking the world and the Devill, and somewhat leaning towards the flesh, if you could but teach me how to choose a wench fit for my stature and complexion, I should rest yours in all good offices.
Val. Ile doe that for thee, what's thy name?
Clow. My name sir is Pompie.
Val. Well then attend.
He sings.
Song.
Pompie I will shew thee, the way
to know
A daintie dapper wench.
First see
her all bare, let her skin be rare
And be toucht with
no part of the French:
Let her lookes be cleare, and
her browes seuere,
Her eye-browes thin and fine:
But if she be a punck, and love to be drunke,
Then
keepe her still from the wine.
Let her stature be meane,
and her body cleane,
Thou canst not choose but like her:
But see she ha good clothes, with a faire Roman nose,
For that's the signe of a striker.
Let her
legs be small, but not usd to sprall,
Her tongue not
too lowd nor cocket.
Let her arms be strong, and her
fingers long,
But not us'd to dive in pocket.
Let her body be long, and her backe be strong,
With a soft lip that entangles,
With an ivorie brest,
and her haire well drest,
Without gold lace or spangles.
Let her foote be small, cleane leg'd withall,
Her apparell not too gaudy:
And one that hath not bin,
in any house of sinne,
Nor place that hath been baudy.
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First line: O Mork giff men ein man
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.f1r-v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Dutch Song.
O Mork giff men ein man,
Skerry merry vip,
O morke giff men ein man
Skerry merry vap,
O morke giff men ein man,
that tik die ten long o drievan ean,
Skerry merry
vip, and skerry merry vap
and skerry merry runke ede
bunk,
Ede hoore was a hai dedle downe
Dedle
drunke a:
Skerry merry runke ede bunk, ede hoore was
drunk a.
O daughter yeis in alto kleene,
Skerry merry vip,
O daughter yeis ein alto kleene,
Skerry merry vap,
O daughter yeis in alto kleene,
Ye molten slop, ein yert a leene
Skerry merry vip,
and skerry merry vap
And skerry merry runk ede bunk.
Ede hoore was a hey dedte downe
Dedle drunke a:
Skerry merry, runke ede bunk ede hoore was drunke a.
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First line: O ye fine smug country lasses
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.f4v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The third new Song.
O yes, roome for
the Cryer,
Who never yet was found a lyer.
O ye fine smug country Lasses,
That would for
Brookes change christall Glasses,
And be transhap'd
from foot to crowne,
And Straw-beds change for beds of
Downe;
Your Partlets turne into Rebatoes,
And stead of Carrets eate Potatoes;
Your Fronlets lay
by, and your Rayles,
And fringe with gold your daggled
Tailes:
Now your Hawke-noses shall have Hoods
And Billements with golden Studs:
Strawe-hats shall be
no more Bongraces
From the bright Sunne to hide your
faces,
For hempen smockes to helpe the Itch,
Have linnen, sewed with silver stich;
And wheresoere
they chance to stride,
One bare before to be their guide.
O yes, roome for the Cryer,
who never yet was found
a lyer.
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First line: There was a young man and a maid fell in love
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.g1v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Aru. Hees for the Citie, we for the Camp, the night makes the way teadious and melancholly, prethee a merry song to beguile it.
Song.
He sings.
Val. There was a young man and a maid fell in love,
Terry dery ding, terry tery ding, tery tery dino.
To get her good will he often did,
Terry dery ding, terry
dery ding langtido dille,
Theres many will say, and most
will allow, tery dery &c.
Theres nothing so good
as a terry dery dery, &c.
I would wish all maids
before they be sicke, terry dery, &c.
To inquire
for a young man that has a good terry dery, &c.
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First line: The Spaniard loves his ancient slop
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.g1v-g2r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
The Spaniard loves his ancient
slop,
The Lumbard his Venetian,
And some,
like breech-lesse women goe:
The Russe, Turke, Iew, and
Grecian,
The threysly Frenchman wears small waste,
The Dutch his belly boasteth:
The Englishman is
for them all;
And for each fashion coasteth.
The Turke in Linnen wraps his head,
The Persian
his in Lawne too.
The Russe with sables furres his Cap,
And change, will not be drawne too:
The Spaniards
constant to his blocke;
The French, inconstant ever,
But of all Fealts that can be felt,
Give me your
English Beaver.
The German loves his Conny-wooll:
The Irishman his Shagge-too.
The Welsh his Munmouth
loves to weare
And of the same will bragg too:
Some love the rough, and some th'smooth,
Some
great, and others small things,
But Oh, your lecherous
Englishman:
Hee loves to deale in all things.
The Russe drinkes quasses, Dutch, lubecks Beere.
And that is strong, and mighty.
The Brittaine, he Metheglen
quaffes,
The Irish, Aqua vitae,
The French
affests the Orleance Grape.
The Spaniard tasts his Sherry,
The English none of these can scape:
But hee with
all makes merry.
The Italian in her high Chapeene,
Scotch Lasse, and lovely Froa-too.
The Spanish
Donnae, French Madam:
He will not feare to goe too;
Nothing so full of Hazard dread.
Nought lives above
the Center,
No Fashion, Health, no Wine, nor Wench,
On which hee dare not venter.
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First line: Pack clouds away and welcome day
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.h2v-h3r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Val. I was never so hard set yet my Lord, but I had ever a fit of mirth for my friend.
Bru. Prethee lets heare it then while we may, for I divine thy musique and my madnesse are both shore liv'd, we shall have somewhat else to doe ere long we hope Valerius.
Hor. Iove send it.
<Val. sings> Packe clouds away, and welcome
day,
With night we banish sorrow,
Sweete
Ayre blow soft, mount Lark aloft,
To give my love good
morrow.
Winges from the winde, to please her minde,
Notes from the Larke ile borrow;
Bird prune thy
wing, Nightingale sing:
To give my love good morrow,
To give my love good morrow,
Notes from them all
I'le borrow.
Wake from thy nest Robin red-brest,
Sing Birds in every Furrow,
And from each bill,
let Musicke shrill,
Give my faire love good morrow,
Blacke-bird and Thrush, in euery Bush,
Stare, Linvet,
and Cock-sparrow,
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my faire love good morrow.
To giue my love
good morrow,
Sing Birdes in every Furrow.
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First line: On two white columns arched she stands
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.h3r-v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The fourth new Song: In the praise of Lucrece.
On two white Collomns archt she stands,
Some
snow would thinke them sure;
Some Christall, others Lillies
stript,
But none of those so pure.
This
beauty when I contemplate
What riches I behold,
'Tis rooft within with vertuous thoughts,
Without,
'tis thatcht with gold.
Two doores there are
to enter at,
The one I'le not enquire,
Because conceal'd, the other seene,
Whose sight inflames
desire.
Whether the porch be Corrall cleer,
Or with rich Crimson lin'd,
Or Rose-leaves,
lasting all the yeere
It is not yet divin'd.
Her eyes not made of purest glasse,
Or Christall,
but transpareth;
The life of Diamonds they surpasse,
Their very sight insnareth.
That which without
we rough-cast call,
To stand 'gainst winde and weather,
For its rare beauty equalls all
That I have nam'd
together.
For were it not by modest Art
Kept from the sight of skies,
It would strike dim
the Sunne it selfe,
And daze the gazers eyes.
The Case so rich, how may we praise
The jewell
lodg'd within,
To draw their praise I were unwise,
To wrong them it were sinne.
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First line: Come list and hark [The bell doth toll]
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.h4r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Vale. Nay if he be dying I could wish he were, Ile ring out his funerall peale, and this it is.
Come list
and harke
The Bell doth towle,
For some but
new,
Departing soule.
And was not that
Some ominous fowle,
The Bats the Night-
Crow or Skreech-Owle.
To these I heare
The
wild-Woolfe Howle
In this black night
That
seemes to Skowle.
All these my black-
Booke,
shall in-rowle.
For Harke, still still
The
Bell doth towle
For some but now
Departing
soule.
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First line: I'd think my self as proud in shackles
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.h4v-i1r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hor. <...> I know thou hast some newes that
will create me
Merrie and musicall, for I would laugh,
Be new transhapt, I prethee sing Valerius that I may ayre with
thee.
The last new Song.
<Val.>
I'de thinke my selfe as proud in Shackles,
As doth
the ship in all her Tackles.
The wise-man boasts no more
his Braines.
Then I'de insult in Gyves and Chaines:
As Creditors would use there Debters,
So could
I tosse and shake my Fetters,
But not confesse, my thoughts
should be
In durance fast as those kept me.
And could when spight their hurts Invirons.
Then dance
to th'musick of my Irons.
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First line: Did he take fair Lucrece by the toe man
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), sig.i1r-v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Valerius, Horatius, and the Clowne their Catch.
Val. Did he take faire Lucrece by the toe man?
Hor. Toe man.
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha
ha ha man.
Hora. And further did he strive to go man?
Clow. Goe man.
Hor. I man.
Clow. Ha
ha ha ha man, fa derry derry downe ha fa derry dino.
Val. Did he take faire Lucrece by the heele man?
Clow.
Heele man.
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha
man.
Hor. And did he further strive to feele man?
Clow. Feele man.
Hor. I man.
Clo. Ha
ha ha ha man, ha fa derry. &c.
Val. Did he take
the Lady by the shin man?
Clow. Shin man.
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man.
Hor. Further
too would he have been man?
Clow. Been man.
Hor. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man, Ha fa dery, &c.
Val. Did he take the lady by the knee man?
Clow.
Knee man.
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man.
Hor. Farther then that would he be man?
Clow.
Be man.
Hor. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man,
hey fa derry, &c.
Val. Did he take the Lady by
the thigh man.
Clow. Thigh man.
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man
Hor. And now he came it somewhat
nie man.
Clow. Nie man.
Hor. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man, Hey fa dery, &c.
Val. But did he do the tother thing man?
Clow. Thing
man?
Val. I man.
Clow. Ha ha ha ha man.
Hor. And at the same had he a fling man.
Clo. Fling
man.
Hor. I man.
Clo. Hay ha ha man, hey
fa dery, &c.
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First line: Thus go the cries in Rome fair town
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), appended to back matter, sig.l2v-l3v.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To the Reader. Because we would not that any mans expectation should be deceived in the ample Printing of this Book: Lo, (Gentle Reader) we have inserted these few Songs, which were added by the stranger that lately acted Valerius his part, in forme following.
The Cryes of Rome.
Thus go the cries
in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then
they go downe.
Round and sound all of a coller,
Buy a very fine marking stone, marking stone,
Round
and sound all of a coller,
Buy a very fine marking stone
a very very fine.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Bread and---meat---bread---and meat
For the---ten---der---mercy
of God to the
poore pris---ners of Newgate, foure-
score and ten---poore---prisoners.
Thus go the
cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and
then they go downe.
Salt---salt---white Wor---stershire
salt,
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Buy
a very fine Mouse trap, or a tormentor
for your Fleaes.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they
go up street, and then they go downe.
Kitchin-stuffe
maids,
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Ha you
any Wood to cleave?
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
I ha white Radish, white
hard Lettice, white young Onions.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they
go up street, and then they go downe.
I ha Rock-Sampier,
Rock-Sampier.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Buy a Mat, a Mil mat,
Mat, a Hasock for your pew,
A stopple for a close stoole,
Or a Pesock to thrust
your feet in.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Whiting maids Whiting.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire
towne,
First they go up street, and then they go downe.
Hot fine Oat-cakes, hot.
Thus go the cries in Rome
faire towne,
First they go up street, and then they go
downe.
Small-Coales here.
Thus go the cries
in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and then
they go downe.
Will you buy any Milke to day.
Thus go the cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go
up street, and then they go downe.
Lanthorne and Candle
light here
Maid, a light here.
Thus go the
cries in Rome faire towne,
First they go up street, and
then they go downe.
Here lies a company of very poore
Women, in the dark dungeon,
Hungry cold and comfortlesse
night and day,
Pity the poore women in the dark dungeon.
Thus go the cries where they do house them,
First
they come to the grate, and then
They go lowse them.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Arise my Juggy my Puggy
Source Edition: The Rape of Lucrece (1608; 1638), appended to back matter, sig.l4r.
First Performed: revived at Oxford 8 July 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1488:17 (1638--edition has extra songs)
Author: Thomas Heywood
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.173, n.186 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Book (1700), pp.44-5 (UMI(2) 1821:19) et al.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
The second Song.
Arise, arise, my Iuggie my Puggie,
arise get
up my dear,
The weather is cold, it blowes, it snowes,
oh let me be lodged here.
My Iuggie my Puggie,
my hony my cony,
my love, my dove, my deare,
Oh oh, the weather is cold, it blowes, it snowes,
oh
oh, let me lodged here.
Begon, begon, my Willie,
my Billie,
begon, begon my deare,
The weather
is warme, 'twill do thee no harme,
thou canst not
be lodged here.
My Willy, my Billie, my hony my cony,
my love, my dove, my deare,
Oh oh, the weather
is warme, 'twill do thee no harm
oh oh, thou canst
not be lodged here.
Farewell, farewell, my Iuggie,
my Puggie,
farewell, farewell my deare,
Then
will I begon from whence that I came,
if I cannot be
lodged here.
My Iuggie my Puggie, my hony, my cony,
my love, my dove, my deare,
Oh oh, then will I
be gone, from whence that I came,
oh oh, if I cannot
be lodged here.
Returne, returne my Willy, my
Billy,
returne my dove and my deare,
The
weather doth change, then seeme not strange,
thou shalt
be lodged here.
My Willie, my Bille, my hony, my cony.
my love, my dove, my deare,
Oh oh, the weather
doth change then seem not strange,
oh oh, and thou shalt
be lodged here.
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First line: A cadmeus pur qua pur qua meme vou
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), Prologue.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<...> Catcalls well tun'd might do well
in Opera's,
They'd serve for Hoboys to fill up
a Chorus.
Or in a French Love Song, observe you know,
A Cadmeus Pur Qua, Pur Qua, Meme Vou. [Sings.]
Begar Monsieur it be De pretty Whyne,
Ki La D'ance
De Mineway, Oh it be very fine. [Dances.]
Dances you
have and various here to Night <...>
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First line: He that has the best wife
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 1.1, pp.2-3.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Jobson Sings. He that has the best Wife,
She's
the Burthen of his Life,
But for her that will Scold
and will Quarrel;
Let him cut her short
Of
her Meat and her Sport,
And ten times a day hoop her
Barrel.
<Song is reprised ten lines later>
Jobson Sings. He that has a Wife, &c.
[Exit Nell and Jobson.
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First line: While you court a damn'd vintner for such nasty liquor
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 1.1, pp.6-7.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.385, n.3896 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), p.44 (UMI(2) 364:15).
Text of song:
Butler. Jobson we'll have a Catch, strike up Blind Will: Ah Jobson I have heard thee outsing the Lark or Nightingale, thou art heard above all the Church, let there be never so many Voices, thine will still be predominant.
Cook. Ay and he holds out the Note of one Verse till the Clark begins to sing the next, he has a pure Wind.
Jobson. Ay I'm pretty good at Psalm, I have some reason for it, I have stich'd Soles this thirty years to those Psalms you spake of.
Butler. Come, let us fetch out our Bowl of Punch in solemn Procession. Now let us have a Catch in honour of Punch.
[They bring out the Bowl of Punch singing a Catch and dancing about it, after which they sit down and drink.
I.
While you Court a damn'd Vintner for such nasty Liquor,
As worse was ne're swallow'd by dull Countrey Vicar,
And the insolent Rascal will draw what he pleases,
While Boys may kick 'em when Masters y'intreat 'em,
And from Drawers you up into Aldermen beat 'em;
But they get your Money and you get Diseases.
II.
Stumme Brimstone, Lime, Arsnick, fond Drunkards bewitch,
While the villanous Host not content to be rich,
By brewing and Poyson fells that be false measure,
No
Liquor like Punch gives delight to the Soul,
When we
drown all our Cares ith' bottom 'oth' Bowl,
Sincere are our Joys and immortal our pleasure.
III.
We brew for our selves and we know each ingredient,
As well for our health as our mirth is expedient,
And who ever drinks Punch shall live merry and long,
It spurs up Jade nature and quickens the blood,
Which
if it finds bad it ne're fails to leave good;
And
while we drink Punch we shall ever be young.
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First line: He that has the best wife (reprise)
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 1.1, p.11.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Noddy. She is an holy, a sanctified Vessel truly.
[Jobson peeps in and sings.
Jobson He that
has the best Wife,
Sings. She's the Burthen of, &c.
And some ten times a day hoop her Barrel.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of TJDOAW2>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 1.1, p.11.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Two Wassalers come to the Door singing a Wassal Song.
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First line: In Bath a wanton wife did dwell
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 2.[3], pp.26-7.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Jobson.> In Bath a wanton Wife did dwell,
As Chaucer he did write,
Who wantonly did spend
her Days
In many a fond Delight.
Upon a time
sore Sick she was,
And at the length did Dye:
Her Soul at last at Heavens Gate
Did knock most mightily.
Then down came Adam to the Gate,
Who knocketh
there quoth he?
I am the Wife of Bath she said,
Who fain wou'd come to thee.
Thou art a Sinner
Adam said,
And here no place can'st have:
Alack for you good Sir she said,
Go Gipp you doating
Knave.
Lady. How now? what impudent Ballad-singing Rogue's that, that dare wake me out of my sleep? I'll have thee flead thou Rascall.
Jobson. Why? what a Pox, does this Jade talk in her sleep, or is she drunk still
[He sings on.
I will come In in spite,
she said,
Of all such Churls as thee:
Thou
art the cause of all our Pain,
Our Woe and Misery.
Thou first brokest the Commandements,
In pleasure
of thy Wife.
When Adam heard her tell this Tale,
He ran away for Life.
<There is a stage direction eleven lines later intimating a reprise>
[He sings on
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 2.[3], p.30.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Jobson. Oh! I thought I should bring you to your self to work, I'll into my Stall, 'tis broad day now, why, when you awkard Jade? I think her Brains are turn'd, She has forgot to spin. [He sings and stitches.
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First line: Let the vain spark consume his store
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 3.1, pp.40-1.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.277, n.2007 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), p.45 (UMI(2) 364:15).
Text of song:
[A flourish of Musick. Without enter Servingman.
Serv. Man Your Fidlers were going by, having heard that my Lady would not allow of Musick, but I call'd e'm in.
Sir Richard. You did well; my Dear, do you not love Musick?
Nell. Oh! I love nothing better.
Sir Richard. That's my joy, my life; call in my Musick: Gentlemen, i'll make e'm sing a very unfashionable song to you in the praise of marriage, a piece of my own Poetry in my last Wives time.
[They come in and sing the Song.
Let the vain Spark consume his store,
In keeping an expensive Whore,
For others to employ.
For all those snares, and baits he pays,
Which
she for other Gallants lays,
And he must least enjoy.
Keep Whores then as perfumes you wear;
Of which
your selves have the least share:
Of other's claps
partake.
Your Bodies bring to'th Surgeons hands,
And to the Scriveners all your Lands:
And give
her your last Stake.
While with reason we bless
the Fate,
That brings us to the Marriage State,
The only happy Life.
The chief enjoyment in a King,
No Wealth, no Power, such joy can bring;
As does
a Wife, a tender Wife.
There can be no true Friend
beside,
So oft does interest divide;
But
they are so conjoyn'd.
By this most Sacred Rite are
grown,
They that are not one flesh alone,
But they are both one Mind.
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First line: He that wears a brave soul
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 3.[3], p.50.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
Noddy. Nounz I'll have you to know, I can be as good Company as e're a he that wears a head.
He
that wears a brace Soul, and dares honestly do,
Hee's
a Herald to himself and a Godfather too.
<NOTE: There is no stage direction to indicate whether this is recited or sung, but it comes two lines before another song suggesting that it may have been>.
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First line: A boat a boat haste to the ferry
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 3.[3], p.50.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Composer: John Jenkins ( nwc)
Tune (if traditional): A Boat, a Boat
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.185, n.391 [Music] Playford, John, A Musicall Banquet (1651), Pt.3, p.7 (UMI(2) 286:18) et al.
Text of song:
Noddy. Come faith, let's sing a Catch.
A
Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry,
For we come over to
be merry;
To laugh and Quaff, and drink old Sherry.
Enter Sir Richard by the Door.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Devil of a Wife, or A Comical Transformation (1686), 3.[3], p.50.
First performed: 4 March 1686 (Danchin, H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 108:10
Author: Thomas Jevon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
Enter the Wassalers, and sing their Wassel Song:
[Noddy joyns with e'm in the Song.
<NOTE: It is probable that this is a reprise of the same Wassel song as TJDOAW5, which also has no lyrics appended>.
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First line: Of all the professions that ever were nam'd
Source Edition: London's Glory, or the Lord Mayor's Show (1680), pp.12-3.
First performed: 29 October 1680
UMI(2) reel no.: 459:34
Author: Thomas Jordan
Composer: Unrecorded (the title-page suggests that the composer was Jordan himself)(nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.309, n.2569 [Music] Jordan, Thomas, London's Glory (1680), pp.12-3.
Text of song:
A Panegryick Ode on the Mystery of Merchant-Taylors.
Of all the Professions that ever were nam'd,
The Taylor's though slighted, is much to be fam'd:
For various Invention and Antiquity,
No Trade with
the Taylers compared may be:
For warmth and distinction
and Fashion be doth
Provide for both Sexes with Silk,
Stuff and Cloth.
Then do not disdain him or slight him,
or flout him,
Since (if well consider'd) you can't
live without him,
But let all due Praises (that can be)
be made
To honour and dignifie the Taylers Trade.
When Adam and Eve out of Eden were hurl'd.
They were at that time King and Queen of the World:
Yet
this royal Couple were forced to play
The Taylers, and
put themselves in green Array;
For Modesty and for Necessity's
sake,
They had Figs for the Belly and Leaves for the
Back;
And afterward Clothing of Sheep-skins they made,
Then judge if a Tayler was not the first Trade.
The oldest Profession, and they are but Raylers,
Who
scoff and deride men that be Merchant-Taylers.
Some
say that the Shomakers Trade doth out-go him,
But I am
perswaded it is much below him:
When He's at the
Bottom, the Taylers o'th' top,
When the Shomaker
kneels, the stout Tayler stands up,
Embracing and Lacing
his Madam so fair,
And decking her Body with Robes Debonair:
But only this fault I do find with his Trade,
Of
late thero's small difference 'twixt Mistress and Maid.
And yet for all that, I do count them but Raylers
Who shall under-value the brave Merchant-Taylers.
If
Princes and People stark naked should go,
Who could their
Gradations of Dignity know?
It would pretty modest fair
Virgins perplex,
'Cause Nakedness shews the distinction
of Sex.
And therefore the Tayler to fortifie Nature
By Art, in Formalities, covers the Creature:
To
every Person he gives a due dress,
Which doth in fit
Order their Callings express.
Then let all your Praises
be properly made,
To commend and dignifie the Taylers
Trade.
With various persons in Habits he deals,
And with outward Shapes, inward Secrets conceals:
Distortions of Body and fowlness of Mind,
That under
good Clothing you can't quickly find:
A Miss in high
Habit hath often been seen.
Though as rank as a Goat,
yet as rich as a Queen:
Such power hath Apparel that
covers the Skin,
All embroyder'd without, and corrupted
within.
This falshood doth not in the Taylers Art lurk,
But in the fowl Members that set him to work.
Kings,
Princes Dukes, Marquesses, Earls, Viscounts, lords,
Have
royal Apparel from Taylers Shop-Boards,
Grave Bishops
and Judges, Knights, Gentlemen, Yeomen,
With all the
Degress of Men, Children, and Women,
All sorts and distinctions
of Land-men and Saylers,
Are Rob'd, Gown'd, and
Coated, and Tackled by Taylers.
In gallant Apparel your
Martial-man thunders
Good Clothes and good Courage too,
daily do wonders.
He that hath poor Habit and is out
of Fashion
Is slighted and seldom obtains Estimation.
Nine Kings of the brave Merchant-Taylers are free,
As twenty two Princes and Dukes also be:
Twenty
seven Bishops right Reverend and good,
And forty seven
Earls are of this Brotherhood.
With twenty seven bold
Barons and Lords,
As may be produc'd from our ancient
Records;
Then judge if the dignify'd Tayler have
not
Cause for Estimation ne're to be forgot.
Since none of good Fashion but Ranters and Raylers,
Will wrong the Right Worshipful, The Merchant-Taylers.
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First line: What is the cruel cause
Source Edition: London's Glory, or the Lord Mayor's Show (1680), pp.14-5.
First performed: 29 October 1680
UMI(2) reel no.: 459:34
Author: Thomas Jordan
Composer: Unrecorded (the title-page suggests that Jordan is himself the composer)(nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.371, n.3647 [Music] Jordan, Thomas, London's Glory (1680), pp.13-5.
Text of song:
The Protestants Exortation.
What is
the cruel cause
Of our Dissention,
That Holy
and Humane Laws
Yield no Prevention.
That
our poor Land hath been
Pull'd all to Pieces;
And still our sorrows keen
Daily Increases?
If you would know for what,
Reason will tell you
that,
'Tis because we do not
Love one
another.
Such a Command as this
All
power convinces,
'Twas made by him that is
The Prince of Princes.
The Power of Love is of
A fruitfull nature,
When it drops from above
Into the Creature;
It doth corroborate
And fortify a State,
Then before 'tis too late
Love one another.
Dayly Dissentions rise
Brother 'gainst Brother,
Son against father
flyes,
Daughter 'gainst Mother.
Strange
Contrarieties
Do rule men's reason,
Whilst
England's Enemies
Are hatching Treason;
And driving on that Plot
(They think we have forgot)
'Cause they see we do not
Love one another.
If concord be the way
To peace and plenty,
Discord must needs destroy
And make all empty;
Houses and Kingdoms that
Are so divided,
Are in a desp'rate state
Grosly misguided,
The Dangers of our Land
We never can withstand
'Til we're united, and
Love one another.
Let us not mingle our
Faith with our Fancies,
And leave the Substance for
Small Circumstances;
Let love and Reason work
In us and on us,
Serpents in secret lurk
To over run us;
Their stinging Pens are free
To raise Conspiracie,
Which will be soil'd if we,
Love one another.
If we do not stir up hate
Against our Brother,
We prove like fire brands that
Burn out each other.
Clyents whom Lawyers light
Till they unstate um,
Or Dutch, and English fight
When French laugh at
'um.
In such Conditions are
Men that
love Law and War,
And such are those that ne're
Lov'd one another.
In what a doubtful
state
Is all our Nation:
Without us Papal
hate;
Within us passion,
And causeless prejudice
Doth still possess us;
'Tis fear'd our Enemies
Will much oppress us,
We shall in snares be caught
By this damn'd Popish Plot,
If we (in Time)
do not
Love one another.
Let us with
hearts and hands
Joyn all our forces.
Against
the Romish bands
Their foot and horses;
For
if they get the best
And over power us,
We
shall ne're live at rest
They will devour us;
We must in sad Restraints,
Be plung'd in woes
and wants,
Then let true Protestants
Love
one another.
Our Unanimity
I'th'
late Election,
Shew'd that we all agree
In our Affection,
Where all Men did consent,
Without resistance:
'Twas a good Argument
Of God's Assistance.
When Men so well agree,
And so concordant be,
'Tis plain sign that we
Love one another.
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First line: Though our plot be betray'd
Source Edition: London's Glory, or the Lord Mayor's Show (1680), pp.15-6.
First performed: 29 October 1680
UMI(2) reel no.: 459:34
Author: Thomas Jordan
Composer: Unrecorded (the title-page suggests that Jordan himself is the composer)(nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.352, n.3318 [Music] Jordan, Thomas, London's Glory (1680), pp.15-6. The tune is the same as for TJLG2 .
Text of song:
The plotting Papists Litany
Though our Plot be betray'd,
Let us pursue it,
We need not be dismay'd,
We will renew it;
Therefore let us implore
Those saints above us,
Who have done so before,
And therefore love us,
Joyntly then wee'l agree,
To sing a Litany,
And let the burden be,
Ora pro nobis.
You that have been as we,
Engag'd in dangers,
Listen to us that be
Heretick-rangers.
Do you our suit prefer,
And send unto us,
Least Doctor Provender
Do quite undo us,
You that Kings undertake,
To kill for conscience sake,
Clement and Raviliac,
Ora pro nobis.
Ye that were two of those
Excellent Members,
Who did assist in the
Plot of Novembers;
What you did leave undon,
(That we may do it,)
Grant us your Orison
And prompt us to it.
Ye that like hooded Hawks,
Wrought in Dark-Lanthorn walks,
Digby, and Guido-Vaux,
Ora pro nobis.
Great Cataline do thou
Aid and assist us,
That in what we shall do
None may resist us;
Brutus, and Cassius In-
spire us in season,
And qualify us with
Murder and Treason.
You that have Plotted more
Than Men have done before,
Gusman, and Gundemore,
Ora pro nobis.
Woolsey, that liv'd ith'
Reign
Of old King Harry;
And you o'th'
flaming Train,
To Phil. and Mary;
Teach us
that we with sticks
Fire-brand and fuel,
May burn all Hereticks
And prove as cruel.
You that consum'd by fire
Ridley and Latimer,
(Bonner and Gardiner)
Ora pro nobis.
You
that with Arguments
Sophisticated,
Rais'd
several discontents
As 'tis related.
You that made Subjects for-
sake their obedience,
And taught them to abhor
Oaths of Allegiance.
You that could souls Trappan,
With disputes off
and on,
Parsons, and Campian,
Ora pro nobis.
You Irish Champions that,
(In Warr-like manner)
Against the Church and State
Advanc'd your
Banner;
Raise up our Spirits, we
May be Corragious,
England's orethrow will be
Much advantagious;
Fitz-Gerrald and Tyron
To you we cry O hone!
Gregory, and Pope Joan,
Ora pro nobis.
Hubert whose fatal Brand
First fir'd the
City,
By Hereticks Command
Dy'd without
pity.
Coleman that great Statist,
Whose Brains
were working,
Whilst Jesuit and Priest
In
holes lay lurking,
This plot to pass to bring,
Stout Grove, and Pickering,
Employ'd to kill
the king.
Ora pro nobis.
You that
in bloody ways
Have lately trod free,
Who
set and end to th' days
Of Justice Godfrey,
Though a prais'd Magistrate,
He was again't
us,
And did deserve our Hate,
And much incens'd
us,
Green, Bury, Hill, that d'yd,
Although
for Murther try'd,
By us y'are sanctify'd,
Ora pro nobis.
Ireland, and Whitebread too,
Harcourt, and Turner,
For whom there is in woe
Many a close Mourner;
Fenwick, and Gaven, and
Langborn the Learned,
That Plotted hand in hand
'Til 'twas discerned,
Who by the Laws, (of
late)
And heretical hate,
Did all submit
to Fate,
Ora pro nobis.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Claricilla (1641), 5.1.
First Performed: revived 1 December 1660 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 927:5
Author: Thomas Killigrew
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
As they goe off singing over the Stage. Enter Timillus above with a Rope to come downe and make his escape, heares them sing, understands by the song that it is all joy and peace; and when they are gone he speakes.
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First line: To Bacchus bow to Bacchus sing
Source Edition: The Princess; or, Love at First Sight (1663), 5.2, pp.54-5.
First Performed: revived 29 November 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 280:10
Author: Thomas Killigrew
Composer: Charles Coleman ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.357, n.3412 [Music] Playford, John, Select Musicall Ayres and Dialogues, Part One (1652), pp.42-3 (UMI(2) 286:23) et al.
Text of song:
Lieu. <...> so now, circle me about while I conjure up a spirit that shall tell me all your thoughts, and you mine.
Here they make a ring about him and sing a Catch.
The Catch in three Parts.
I.
All 3 To
Bacchus bow, to Bacchus sing,
with wine and mirth let's
conjure him.
1 By his Mothers eye
2 And his
Fathers thigh,
3 By her God brought delight.
1 And his too glorious sight,
2 By Juno's deceit,
3 And thy sad retreat.
1 Appear, appear, appear
2 Kind God in Bottles, here.
Bacchus. Lo I appear,
lo I appear.
II.
All 3 To Bacchus
bow, to Bacchus sing,
with wine and mirth let's conjure
him.
1 By Ariadne's wrongs,
2 And the
false youth's harms,
3 By the rock in his breast.
1 That fled from the distrest
2 By the tempest
in her mind
3 Which ceas't when thou wert kind.
1 By those beauties that he fled,
2 And the pleasures
of her bed.
All 3 Appear, appear, appear
Kind God in Bottles here.
Bacchus. Drink and I will appear.
Drink deep and I am here.
III.
All 3 To Bacchus bow, to Bacchus sing,
'Tis
wine and mirth that conjures him.
1 By this blood of
the Vine,
2 Thus pour'd on thy shrine;
3 By this full glass
1 To the last kind lass,
2 'Twas a girle twice nine
3 That clasp'd like
thy Vine.
1 By this and that appear, appear, appear
2 Kind and kinder God in Bottles here.
Bacchus,
All 3 Lo I appear, one kind bottle more and I will dwell here.
IV.
All 3 Then thus again we will conjure
him
Because he has propitious been.
1 Hence
this glass, a poor and single sacrifice,
2 A Hecatomb
in this bottle dies,
3 By the men that thou hast won,
1 And the women thou hast undone.
2 By the friendships
thou hast made,
3 And the secrets thou hast betray'd.
1 By this cure of our sorrow,
2 Thus charm'd
till to morrow.
3 Appear, appear, appear
All 3 Kind God in bottles here.
Bacchus, All 3 Lo I appear,
lo I am here,
And there and there;
Lo, I
am every where.
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First line: Song has no lyrics (?)
Source Edition: The Princess; or, Love at First Sight (1664), 5.2, p.56.
First Performed: revived 29 November 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 280:10
Author: Thomas Killigrew
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lieu. Joyn hands, and sing aboard, there's liberty.
[Exeunt omnes singing.
<NOTE: No lyrics are provided for this song. It is probably a reprise of TKTP1 as is TKTP3 >.
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First line: To Bacchus bow [To Bacchus sing] (reprise)
Source Edition: The Princess; or, Love at First Sight (1664), 5.4, p.58.
First Performed: revived 29 November 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 280:10
Author: Thomas Killigrew
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cicil. 'Tis not sadness now; there is a Joy in this grief; and when we are happy, 'tis a pleasure to recount our pass'd miseries.
The Lieutenant and Souldiers singing the Catch.
Virgil. What noise is that?
Facert. It draws nearer.
Virgil. Some Bacchanale, by their Song,---whether tends this noise, turn back again, there's no way this way.
Enter singing, first the Souldiers, then the Lieutenant, the Catch of, To Bacchus bow.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of TKTP1>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Parson's Wedding (1664), 4.4, p.129.
First performed: 5 October 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 280:10 ('Comedies and Tragedies', 1664).
Author: Thomas Killigrew
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Country-dance. When they are merry, singing Catches and drinking healths, the Wid. Mrs. Pleas. and the two Lovers knock at the door.
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First line: Sweet love pity me give me leave to lie with thee
Source Edition: The Changeling (1653), 3.1, npn.
First Performed: revived 23 February 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 642:21
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Isa. I prithee hence with him, now he grows dangerous.
Sing.
Fra. Sweet love pitie me, give me leave to lye with thee.
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First line: Oh that I were a bee to sing
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 2.1, sig. C4r.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Al. Pray Sir read your Verses.
San. Shall I sing 'em or say 'em?
Al. Which you can best.
Soto. Both scurvily.
San. I'le set out a throate then.
<sings>
Oh that I were a Bee to sing
Hum, buz, buz, hum, I first
would bring
Home Honey to your Hive, and there leave
my sting.
Soto. <speaks> He manders.
San. <sings> Oh that I were a Goose to feede
At your barne-dore, such Corne I need,
Nor would
I bite, but Gozlings breede.
Soto. <speaks> And Ganders.
San. <sings> Oh that
I were your Need'les eye,
How through your Linnen
would I flie;
And never leave one stich awry!
Soto. <speaks> Hee'l towze yee.
San. <sings> Oh would I were one of your haires,
That you might combe out all my cares;
And kill
the Nits of my d<e>spaires.
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First line: Trip it gypsies trip it fine
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig.E1r-v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pre. Trip softly through the streets, till we arrive
You know at whose house Father.
Song.
San. Trip it Gipsies, trip it fine,
Shew tricks
and lofty Capers;
At threading Needles we repine,
And leaping over Rapiers.
Pindy Pandy rascall toyes,
We scorne cutting Purses,
Tho we live by making
noyse,
For cheating none can curse us.
Over
High-wayes, over low,
And over Stones and Gravell,
Tho we trip it on the Toe,
And thus for Silver
travell.
Tho our Dances waste our backs,
At night fat Capons mend them;
Eggs well brew'd in
Butterd'-sack,
Our Wenches say befriend them.
Oh that all the World were mad,
Then should
we have fine Dancing,
Hobby horses would be had,
And brave Girles keepe a prancing.
Beggers would
on Cock-horse ride,
And Boobies fall a rearing,
And Cuckolds tho no Hornes be spide,
Be one another
goring.
Welcome Poet to our Ging,
Make Rimes wee'l give thee reason,
Canary Bees thy
braines shall sting
Mull-sack did ne're speake Treason.
Peter see me shall wash thynowle,
And Malligo Glasses
fox thee,
If Poet thou tosse not bowle for bowle
Thou shalt not kisse a Doxie.
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First line: Come follow your leader follow
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig.E2v-E3r.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
I. Come follow your Leader follow
Our Convoy be Mars and Apollo,
The Van comes brave
up here,
Ans. As hotly comes the Reare.
Omn.
Our Knackers are the Fifes and Drums,
Sa, sa, the Gipsies
Army comes.
2. orsemen we need not feare
There's none but footemen here;
The Horse sure
charge without;
Or if they wheele about,
Omn. Our Knackers are the shot that flie
Pit a pat ratling
in the Sky.
3. If once the great Ordnance play
That's laughing, yet runne not away;
But stand
the push of Pike
Scorne can but basely strike.
Omn. Then let our Armies joyne and sing
And pit
a pat make our Knackers ring.
4. Arme, Arme, what
Bands are those?
They cannot be sure our foes;
Weele not draw up our force,
Nor muster any Horse,
Omn. For since they pleas'd to view our sight
Let's this way, this way, give delight.
5.
A Councell of War lets call,
Looke either to stand or
fall;
If our weake Army stands
Thanke all
these noble hands;
Whose gates of Love being open throwne
We enter, and then the Town's our owne.
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First line: You are sad or mad or glad
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig.E3r.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
San. I, I, hold up Madam, feare not your pocket, for I ha but two Hands.
<sings> You are sad,
or mad, or glad
For a couple of Cockes that cannot be
had,
Yet when abroad they have pick'd store of graine
Doodle doo they will cry on your Dunghills againe.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: From you went a dove away
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig.E3v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Eu. From you went a Dove away
Which e're
this had been more white,
Then the silver Roabe of Day,
Her Eyes the Moone has none so bright.
Sate shee
now upon your hand
Not the Crowne of Spaine could buy
it;
But 'tis flowne to such a Land,
Never
more shall you come nie it;
Ha! yes if Palmestrie tell
true,
This Dove agen may flie to you.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Your sun would ride the youth would run
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig. E4r.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pre. And now 'tis come to the Sun sir.
<sings>
Your Sun wud ride, the youth wud runne,
The Youth wud
sayle, the youth wud flie;
Hee's tying a knot will
ne're be done,
He shoots, and yet has ne're an
eye.
You have two, 'twere good you lent him one,
And a heart too, for he has none.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Now that from the hive
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 3.1, sig.E4r-v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Now that from the Hive
You gather'd have the Honey,
Our Bees but poorely
thrive,
Unlesses the Bankes by sunny.
Then
let your Sun and Moone
Your gold and silver shine,
My thanks shall huming fly to you.
Omnes. And mine,
and mine, and mine,
Al. See, see, your Gipsie toyes,
You mad Girles, you merry Boyes.
A boone voyage
we have made
Loud Peales must then be had,
If I a Gipsie be
A crack rope I am for thee;
O here's a Golden Ring.
Such clappers please a King;
Such clappers please a King: you pleas'd may pass away
Then let your Bell ropes stay,
Now chime 'tis
Holy-day,
Now chime 'tis Holy-day.
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First line: Thy best hand lay on this turf of grass
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 4.1, sig.F4r-v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Al. Thy best hand lay on this Turffe of Grasse,
(There
thy Heart lies) vow not to passe
From us two yeares for
Sun nor Snow,
For hill nor dale (how e're Winds blow.)
Vow the hard Earth to be thy Bed,
With her greene
Cushions under thy Head;
Flowre bancks or Mosse to be
thy bourd,
Water thy Wine,
San. And drinke
like a Lord.
Omnes. Kings can have but Coronations,
Wee are as prowd of Gipsie Fashions;
Dance, Sing,
and in a well mixt border,
Close this new Brother of
our Order.
Al. What we get, with us come share,
You to get must vow to care;
Nor strike Gipsie,
nor stand by,
When strangers strike, but fight or die;
Our Gipsie Wenches are not common,
You must not
kisses a fellowes Leman;
Nor to your owne (for one you
must)
In Songs send errands of base lust.
Omnes. Dance, Sing, and in a well mix'd border,
Close
this new Brother of our Order.
Jo. On this Turffe of
Grasse I vow
Your Laws to keepe, your Lawes allow.
Omnes. A Gipsie, a Gipsie, a Gipsie.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Set foot to foot those garlands hold
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 4.1, sig.F4v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Al. Set foote to foote, those Garlands hold,
Teach him how, now marke what more is told;
By crosse
Armes the Lovers signe,
Vow as these flowers themselves
entwine,
Of Aprills wealth building a throne
Round; so your love to one or none,
By those touches
of your Feete,
You must each night embracing meete;
Chaste how e're dijoyn'd by Day,
You the
Sun with her must play;
Shee to you the Marigold
To none but you her Leaves unfold;
Wake shee or
sleepe, your Eyes so charme,
Want, woe, nor weather doe
her harme
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Brave don cast your eyes on our gypsy fashions
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 4.1, sig.G1r.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Brave Don cast your eyes on our
Gipsie Fashions,
In our antique hey de guize, wee goe
beyond all Nations;
Plumpe Dutch at us grutch, so do
English, so do French,
He that loapes on the Ropes, shew
me such an other wench.
We no Camells have to
shew, nor Elephant with growte head,
We can Dance, he
cannot goe, because the Beast is Corne fed;
No blinde
Beares shedding teares, for a Colliers whipping,
Apes
nor Dogs, quick as Frogs, over Cudgells skipping.
Jack
in Boxes, nor Decoyes, Puppets nor such poore things,
Nor are we those roring Boys, that cosen Fooles with guilt Rings;
For an Ocean, not such a motion, as the City Ninivie,
Dancing, Singing, and fine Ranging, you these sports shall
hear and see.
Come now what shall his Name be?
Pre. His Name shall now be Andrew <...>
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First line: Hence merrily fine to get money
Source Edition: The Spanish Gypsy (1653), 4.1, sig.G1v.
First Performed: revived 7 March 1668 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 75:6
Author: Thomas Middleton and William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
San. Hence merily fine to get Money,
Dry are the Fields, the Bancks are Sunny;
Silver
is sweeter far then Honey.
Flie like Swallowes.
Wee for our Coneys must get Mallowes,
Who loves
not his Dill, let him die at the Gallowes;
Hence bonny
Girles foote it trimly,
Smug up your beetle Browes, none
looke grimly,
To shew a pretty foote, Oh! 'tis seemly.
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