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First line: A beggar's a prince we gather from hence
Source Edition: The Life of Mother Shipton (1668-9), 2.1, p.10.
First performed: 1668-9 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 517:20 (1670)
Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hod. Pish let her be where she will, we keep the Fidler here to no purpose.
Greg. Well strike up Fidler wee'l take a dance, and then make enquiry after Agatha Shipton for the purchase of her cottage.
A SONG.
A Beggars a Prince, we gather from hence
We are not confined as some Princes be,
Though
we are not so rich,
Wee've as princely an Itch,
And my mind, my mind is a Kingdom to me.
We
loose no grate purses,
Nor haue not the Curses,
Of Orphans: of Widdows, or poor Caveliers,
And
before that I shall, from a Dignity fall,
'Till be
eight times, nine times ten hundred years.
We
scorn all their jears,
And live not in fears,
Of being imprisoned by black rod or Tower,
And as for
the flocks, of it self it unlocks
Within the space of
a merry short hour.
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First line: Muses express in every line
Source Edition: The Life of Mother Shipton (1668-9), 3.3, p.26.
First performed: 1668-9 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 517:20
Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).
Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[sleeps and soft musick playes and this Song.]
Muses expresse in every
line
A Phaenix vertues all divine!
Richest
of Nature in whose Eye
You Gods may see Divinity!
O what a charme in her does dwell
None but the
Gods themselves can tell!
Her beams the Sun at
Noon displayes,
Unable to extend his Rayes,
Did all but veiw her right they'd say,
She is light
and darkness Night and Day,
O what a charm in her does
dwell,
None but the Gods themselves can tell!
[He awakes]
Ha! me thought I heard a heavenly voice singing in the praise of my Maria.
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First line: O Cupid the bow-man I am not thy foe man
Source Edition: The Life of Mother Shipton (1668-9), 3.5, pp.29-30.
First performed: 1668-9 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 517:20
Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sings.
O
Cupid the Bow-Man, I am not thy foe man,
For I love this
woman as well as I know man,
And therefore I pray thee
with mischief to stay me,
And quickly to lay me in bed
with this Lady.
Mrs Love. What call you this pray?
Shift. 'Tis an imploration Madam.
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First line: O sweet Diana virtuous queen
Source Edition: The Life of Mother Shipton (1668-9), 4.4, p.37.
First performed: 1668-9 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 517:20
Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Maria sings this song.]
O sweet Diana vertuous Queen
That dost affect
the meadows green!
By heavens edict the guide of night
And dost in fresh leave's woods delight!
Like
to the Nymphs so suffer mee
To consecrate my self to
thee.
Thou that for lust didst transform
Acteon to a Hart so charm
With virtuous spels each
Virgins heart
That men may never them divert
From purity: or else pray make
Them other hearts for
Virgins sake.
Exit Maria and her Maid.
Mo. Now have you heard her resolution.
Shift. That she disguizes, not her love you mean.
Mo. True and I am most miserable!
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First line: Shipton despair not but in hope grow strong
Source Edition: The Life of Mother Shipton (1668-9), 5.6, pp.53-4.
First performed: 1668-9 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 517:20
Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[soft Musick and an Angel descends with a Book.]
Shipton despair not but
in hope grow strong.
Thos shalt find Mercy though thou
hast done wrong!
Read ore this book and in it thou shalt
find
The summe of thy desire to free thy mind.
From fear, thy soul secure from harm
Of any Devils!
'tis a happy charme!
[The Angels ascends and Shipton wakes.]
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First line: Should King Lewis with all his might
Source Edition: The Female Vertuoso's (1693), 3.1, p.22.
First performed: May 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1082:11
Author: Thomas Wright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Sir Maggot Jingle, Lady Meanwell, and Mrs. Lovewitt.
Lovew. Come, Sir Maggot, we will not be put off with a complement; we'll have the song.
Sir M. Jing. To tell you the Truth, I am a little proud of this Piece; look upon it as a very lucky Hitt of my Muse towards Preferment ---- Here it is --
SONG.
Should King Lewis,
with all his might,
This say to me, by chance,
Resign thy Peggy for one Night,
And I'll make
thee a Peer of France.
To the Monsieur, I'd reply,
As I love a Christmas-Pye,
Her Flesh thy Royal
Paw shan't handle.
Keep thy Honour and thy Pelf,
And I'll keep Peggy to my self,
Who shines
as bright as any Candle.
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First line: Love thou art best of human Joys
Source Edition: The Female Vertuoso's (1693), 5.1, pp.49-50.
First performed: May 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1082:11
Author: Thomas Wright
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Lyrics: Anne Finch, Lady Winchelsea (according to Day and Murrie)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.283, n.2115 [Music] Comes Amoris...Fifth Book (1694), pp.35-8 (UMI(2) 136:8).
Text of song:
Cler. I am not, Madam, such an Enemy to Wit as your Ladyship makes me, I love it but as a Gentleman, without either Pride or Affectation; I could Entertain the Company with a small Essay of my Poetry, a SONG I made yesterday, if you could promise your selves patience enough to hear it.
Lady M. Hear it? Ay, with all our Hearts; who is there to sing it?
SONG.
Love, thou art
best of Human Joys,
Our chiefest Happiness below,
All other Pleasures are but Toys;
Musick, without
thee, is but Noise,
And Beauty but an empty Show.
Heav'n, who knew best what Man could move,
And raise his Thoughts above the Brute,
Said, Let him
be, and let him love,
That must alone his Soul improve,
Howe'er Philisophers dispute.
Witl. I protest this man writes well enough for a Fidler.
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First line: If I hear Orinda swear
Source Edition: Love Betrayed; or The Agreeable Disappointment (1703), 2.1, p.14
First Performed: by February 1703--pub.11 Feb (L.S)
Author: William Burnaby
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Anne Bracegirdle
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.259, n.1681 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1706), pp.177-8 (CT(1) 10355:17) et al.
Text of song:
Caesario sings.
I.
If I hear Orinda
Swear,
She cures my jealous Smart;
The Treachery
becomes the Fair,
And doubly fires my Heart.
II.
Beauty's Strength and Treasure,
In Falshood still remain;
She gives the greatest
Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain.
(Soft Musick, after which, Moreno rises.)
Mor. "If
Musick be the Food of Love, play on!
"Give me excess
of it, that surfeiting
"The Appetite, may sicken,
and so die.
But oh! in vain, the pleasing Sounds once
o'er
Are lost for ever---! no Memory recalls <...>
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First line: Chloe met <found> Love for his Psyche in fears
Source Edition: Love Betrayed; or The Agreeable Disappointment (1703), 3.1, p.31.
First Performed: by February 1703--pub.11 Feb (L.S)
Author: William Burnaby
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Prince
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.194, n.545 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1706), p.205 (CT(1) 10355:17).
Text of song:
Em. Ha! ha! ha! To be told that Villaretta talk'd thus! I shou'd as soon suspect a Priest wou'd Preach against Pluralities, a Physitian against Atheism, or a Woman hate Detraction---! You that use to laugh at all Lovers, to become one!
(Sings)
Cloe
met Love for his Psiche in Fears,
She play'd with
his Dart, and smil'd at his Tears,
Till feeling at
length the Poyson it keeps;
Cupid he smiles! and Cloe
she weeps!
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First line: Georgia thou hast too fruitful been
Source Edition: The Excommunicated Prince, or The False Relique (1679), 2.1, pp.14-5.
First performed: Summer or Autumn 1679? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:4
Author: William Bedloe? or Thomas Walter?
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
CHORUS.
I.
Georgia,
Thou hast too Fruitful been!
Thy Death's by thy own
Children sought.
So I've unnat'ral Branches seen,
Drop Venom on their Mother-Root.
Call here Arabia's
Savages;
For they can better Doctrine Teach.
II.
Unhappy Prince! Thy Countries Fate,
And Thine, alike in this do shew.
She's in
her Son's Unfortunate,
As in a Mother's Malice
you.
Such Monsters, that 'gainst Nature prey;
She a Canibal, and Vipers they.
III.
Damn'd Pope! What Poysons did'st infuse,
To stifle Nature's kindly Flame?
Must all Ties of
Relation lose,
At thy Approach, its very Name?
Thou, and thy Jesuits, by these Knacks,
Seem Learned
Virtuoso Quacks.
IV.
Wolves,
and Tygers, you prepare
For those of your Religion; who,
With these fierce Monsters, must be sure,
To change
their Blood, and Nature too.
And many more of these quaint
Tricks,
Make Currant Roman Catholicks.
V.
Deny this, Jesuit, if you can;
Is your Religion
any more,
Than a meer Politick Designe,
To
Serve the Babylonian-Whore?
Speak! Is it Heaven, or Golden
Heaps,
Thou Huntest in a thousand Shapes?
VI.
The Doctrine of Deposing-Kings,
With all its
Fatal Consequence;
And ten Thousand as bad Things,
Derive their Bloody Birth from hence.
'Twas
only Policy, that cou'd
Create, and now Supports
thy God!
VII.
Sedition is thy
Brat; and Thou
Art th'Cause of almost every War;
Whether they Turks, or Christians are
Thou Arm'st,
it is alike to You.
Murthers, and Massacres too,
From thy very Nature flow.
VIII.
Yet whether Prince or People seek,
Or are by
thee, forc'd to Extreams:
Forsooth, 'tis alwayes
Conscience-sake,
And Religion are the Themes.
And thus the Highest Things you bend,
To serve the worst,
and lowest End.
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First line: Come let's drink and drench our souls
Source Edition: The Excommunicated Prince, or The False Relique (1679), 3.2, pp.18-9.
First performed: Summer or Autumn 1679? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:4
Author: William Bedloe? or Thomas Walter?
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Zolazer Sings as followeth:
I.
Come let's drink, and drench our Souls;
And drown our Troubles in our Bowls!
For the pretty Buds
and Flow'rs,
Ne'r smell Sweet, 'till drunk
with Show'rs.
II.
Come
let's Sport, Embrace, and Kiss!
For Nature dictates
nought but this:
And she did keep her Maiden-head,
But 'till she was to Ripeness bred.
III.
Look on the little Ant, and Bee!
Those Epicures
of Luxury!
Who'n Summer toyl, and break their Sleep;
That th'may a Jollier Christmas keep.
IV.
'Tis the Arabian-Bird alone
Lives Chast,
because there is but One:
But had Nature made them Two,
They would like Doves, and Sparrows, Doe.
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First line: Come glorious soul make haste
Source Edition: The Excommunicated Prince, or The False Relique (1679), 3.6, pp.23-4.
First performed: Summer or Autumn 1679? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:4
Author: William Bedloe? or Thomas Walter?
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
There Descends a Spirit, which Sings as followeth:
I.
Come Glorious Soul make hast!
Let me Conduct you to Eternal Rest!
You Linger,
as if you despair'd to gain
Any other Bliss, besides
Content with Pain.
But Heav'n, whose chiefest Care
you are,
Does all its Happyness prepare,
For to Reward those Torments now you bear.
II.
Such little Pain as this,
Is to give Relish
to your Future Bliss!
And your pure Breast lies panting
as your Death,
But to improve the Heavens with your Breath.
And Heav'n, whose chiefest Care you are,
Does
all, &c.
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First line: Where did you borrow that last sigh
Source Edition: The Lost Lady (1638), 4.1, p.37.
First Performed: revived 9 January 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(1) reel no.: 622:9
Author: Sir William Berkeley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Her. Philly, take thy Lute, and sing the song
Was given thee last. Exeunt.
Song.
VVhere
did you borrow that last sigh,
and that relenting groane?
For those that sigh, and not for love,
Vsurpe what's
not their owne.
Loves arrowes sooner armour pierce,
Than your soft snowy skinne,
Your eyes can onely
teach us love,
But cannot take it in.
Another
sigh then I may hope
<NOTE: There is at least one
line missing here>
The Song being ended, Enter Phillida.
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First line: Irene fair and young
Source Edition: The Modish Husband (1702), 2.1, p.19.
First Performed: January? 1702 (L.S.)--pub. 5 February
CT(1) reel no.: 476:9
Author: William Burnaby
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
L. P. You are the best argument against what you say, who besides every thing else in common with the most lovely, Sing more agreeably than any.
Lio. She is made for universal ruine.
L. P. She'll give us a Song I'm sure, for she has not the common vice of good Singers, to recommend her Voice by refusing it <...> I have a Song against being unresolv'd, which is an occasion something like being difficult.
L. P. 'Twill be seasonable---here are Chairs, let's sit.
SONG.
I.
Irene
Fair and Young
By Innocence betray'd;
Fear and Wishes govern'd long,
The fond refusing
Maid.
II.
Till Damon whisper'd
in her Ear,
Let Honour Rule, or Love:
Choose
a Tyrant that you fear,
Or one that you Approve.
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First line: See where she lyes [Love and ruin in her eyes]
Source Edition: The Modish Husband (1702), 3.[2], pp.35-6.
First Performed: January? 1702 (L.S.)--pub. 5 February
CT(1) reel no.: 476:9
Author: William Burnaby
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Lindsey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.327, n.2888 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, September to December 1701, pp.58-7 (actually 54-5).
Text of song:
Lad. <...> Prithee sing something to me, that I mayn't think of him.
SONG.
See! see! see! where she lyes,
Love and Ruine in her Eyes.
A gentle Sigh her Bosom
heaves,
As if she felt the Wounds she gives.
Shepherd, the lucky moment seize,
'Tis lost
if you defer it;
In Love there is no rule to please,
But Opportunity is Merit.
Enter Lionel.
Lio. (singing) But Opportunity is Merit.
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First line: Corinna with a graceful air
Source Edition: The Reform'd Wife, or The Lady's Cure (1700), 1.2, p.7.
First Performed: March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:24
Author: William Burnaby
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Cooper
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Appeared in broadside (UMI(2) 1736:03)
Text of song:
Cle. I can hardly read this Fellows hand--- [Reads.
A SONG upon a Sickly Lady.
(1.)
Corinna with a graceful Air
Her Symptoms does
reveal
Such Charms adorn the Sickly fair.
We scarce can wish her well.
(2.)
How
does the pale Complexion please!
Faint looks and Languid
Eye!
New Beauties rise with her disease,
And when she's Sick we die.
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First line: Corinna with a graceful air (reprise)
Source Edition: The Reform'd Wife, or The Lady's Cure (1700), 2.1, p.13.
First Performed: March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:24
Author: William Burnaby
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cle. So! here's the Levee! Doctor and Apothecary in close Consultation! They are worse than a Jury upon Life and Death---But yonders my Engine at Work; the Stargazer has got her by the Ear---I must retreat and give him the sign.
[Goes behind the Scenes, and Sings---Corinna with a graceful Air,&c.
Lady. Ha!---'Tis a good Voice.
Ast. (Between the Stanza's) I foresee that some rude influence will suddainly assault you---I can't tell in what manner, but the same thing will prove afterwards very happy to you.
[The Song ended, Enter Clerimont.
<NOTE: This song is a reprise of WBTRW1>.
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First line: Fond woman with mistaken art
Source Edition: The Reform'd Wife, or The Lady's Cure (1700), 2.1, p.16.
First Performed: March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:24
Author: William Burnaby
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cla. Puh! go fetch the Book, then good Cousin! (Exit Sylvia. Love, what a strange bewitching ill art thou! That those who feel thy Torments, wish no cure---I am Sick, and all I Hear, or See, or Dream of, is my Soldier---Yet I'm to be near him soon---But if I am, he perhaps mayn't Love, or at least mayn't know that I do---Or while in tedious Civilities, he Racks my heart---it will be Death to me---Happy ignorant Man! Have you found it?
Re-enter Sylvia.
Sylvia. Yes.
Cla. Prithee Sing it, while we walk, for 'tis the only Song I can listen to.
Sylvia Sings.
(1.)
Fond Woman with mistaken Art,
Does on her self impose,
She feels with grief the
secret smart,
Nor will the wound disclose.
(2.)
We Sigh, we Burn, we Rage, we Die,
Yet must the Curse indure,
To see the Lov'd
Physician nigh,
And dare not ask the Cure.
Cla. Sings. And dare not ask the Cure.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Reform'd Wife, or The Lady's Cure (1700), 5.1, p.42.
First Performed: March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:24
Author: William Burnaby
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter the Lady Dainty and Cleremont. (Hand in Hand) Follow'd by the Dr. and Attendants with Musick, Dancers,&c.
Lad. Well, there is nothing shows so visibly the remaining Footsteps of our primitive Barbarism as the noise at Weddings; huh! huh!---
Cler. It serves to recommend the Pleasures that succeed, and make us taste the Joys of silence with a higher relish--- [They sit.
Dr. You'll grieve to see your Art out-done; I bring an approv'd Remedy.
(A Bridal Song, and after it a Mimick Dance.)
Enter Sir Solomon, Astrea, Freeman, Clarinda Sylvia and Servants.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Love for Love (1695), 1.1, p.9.
First performed: 30 April 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:19
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tatt. <...> Come, let's talk of something else. [Hums a Song.
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First line: A nymph and a swain to Apollo once pray'd
Source Edition: Love for Love (1695), 3.1, pp.38-9.
First performed: 30 April 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:19
Author: William Congreve
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Pate
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.302, n.2443 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fourth Book (1695), pp.25-7 (UMI(2) 1899:4).
Text of song:
Scan. No doubt on't; for then you'l tell us no more--- Come, I'll recommend a Song to you upon the Hint of my two Proverbs, and I see one in the next Room that will sing it.
[Goes to the Door.
Tatt. For Heavn's sake, if you do guess, say nothing; Gad, I'm very unfortunate.
Re-enter Scandal, with one to Sing.
Scan. Pray sing the first Song in the last new Play.
SONG.
Set by Mr. John Eccles.
<1.>
A Nymph and a Swain to Apollo once pray'd,
The Swain had been Jilted, the Nymph been betray'd:
Their Intent was to try if his Oracle knew
E're a
Nymph that was Chaste, or a Swain that was True.
2.
Apollo was mute, and had like t' have been pos'd,
But sagely at length he this Secret disclos'd:
He alone won't Betray in whom none will Confide,
And the Nymph may be Chaste that has never been Try'd.
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First line: A soldier and a sailor [A tinker and a tailor]
Source Edition: Love for Love (1695), 3.1, pp.52-4.
First performed: 30 April 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:19
Author: William Congreve
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Doggett
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.335, n.3019 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fourth Book (1695), p.27 (UMI(2) 1899:4) et alia.
Text of song:
Ben. Nay, an I love once, I'll stick like pitch; I'll tell you that. Come, I'll sing you a Song of a Sailor <...>
Mrs. Frail. If it won't interrupt you, I'll entertain you with a Song.
Ben. The Song was made upon one of our Ships-Crew's Wife; our Boat-swain made the Song, may-hap you may know her, Sir. Before she was Marry'd, she was call'd buxom Joan of Deptford.
Scan. I have heard of her. [Ben. Sings.
BALLAD.
Set by Mr. John Eccles.
<1.>
A Souldier and a Sailor,
A Tinker, and a Tailor,
Had once a doubtful strife, Sir,
To make a Maid
a Wife, Sir,
Whose Name was Buxom Joan.
For
now the time was ended,
When she no more intended,
To lick her Lips at Men, Sir,
And gnaw the Sheets
in vain, Sir,
And lie o' Nights alone.
2.
The Souldier Swore like Thunder,
He lov'd her more than Plunder;
And shew'd
her many a Scar, Sir,
That he had brought from far, Sir.
With Fighting for her sake.
The Tailor thought
to please her,
With off'ring her his Measure.
The Tinker too with Mettle,
Said he could mend
her Kettle,
And stop up ev'ry leak.
3.
But while these three were prating,
The Sailor
slily waiting,
Thought if it came about, Sir,
That they should all fall out, Sir:
He then might play
his part.
And just e'en as he meant, Sir,
To Loggerheads they went, Sir,
And then he let fly at
her,
A shot 'twixt wind and water,
That
won this Fair Maids Heart.
Ben. If some of our Crew that came to see me, are not gone; you shall see, that we Sailors can Dance sometimes, as well as other Folks.[Whistles. I warrant that brings 'em, an' they be within hearing.
Enter Seamen.
Oh here they be---And Fiddles along with 'em; come, my Lads, let's have a round, and I'll make one. [Dance.
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First line: My true love is gone to sea
Source Edition: Love for Love (1695), 4.1, p.66.
First performed: 30 April 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:19
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Frail. Ha, ha, ha, no doubt on't.---
My true Love is gone to Sea.--- [Sings.
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First line: I tell thee Charmion could I time retrieve
Source Edition: Love for Love (1695), 4.1, p.51.
First performed: 30 April 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:19
Author: William Congreve
Composer: Gottfried Finger ( nwc)
Performer/s: Messrs. Pate and Reading
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.254, n.1603 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book (1696), pp.11-5 (UMI(2) 1899:5). First appeared in "Two Songs..." (1695), pp.1-5 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Val. I would have Musick---Sing me the Song that I like---
SONG.
Set by Mr. Finger.
<1.>
I tell thee, Charmion, could I Time retrieve,
And could again begin to Love and Live,
To you I should
my earliest Off'ring give;
I know my Eyes would lead
my Heart to you,
And I should all my Vows and Oaths renew,
But to be plain, I never would be true.
2.
For by our weak and weary Truth, I find,
Love
hates to center in a Point assign'd,
But runs with
Joy the Circle of the Mind.
Then never let us chain what
should be free,
But for relief of either Sex agree,
Since Women love to change, and so do we.
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First line: She walk'd along with such a grace
Source Edition: Marciano, or The Discovery (1662), 2.2, pp.16-7.
First performed: 27 December 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 87:11 (1663)
Author: William Clerke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Man. <...> I will show you what by it's help I made last night; marry a sonnet upon a Lady, whose beauty had almost tempted me to affect her.---She walk'd } sings. Nay; hold, I have a good voice for writing, but not for reading. I will read then.
Sonnet
She walk'd
along with such a grace,
And such a catching eye.
That, had her Masque not hid her face
Then---certainly---
In some degree,
I had become a lover certainly.
I had become
Both blind, and dumb,
For Cupids thundring dart
Had peirc'd my heart.
It had---by my facunditie.
But I more prudent
was then so
Assoon as she drew nigh
I turn'd
my back to her, and lo
She glyded by.
Immediatly.
Then I began to ruminate, and say,
What is wo---man?
Even no---man.
Why then should wee love her,
Seing we are above her,
And she, at best, mans
hacqueney?
<NOTE: The first stanza of this sonnet is in italics (unlike the rest of the sonnet), which coupled with the reference to singing in the dialogue immediately following the words "She walk'd" (the first of the sonnet), suggests that the first stanza was sung, and the remainder recited>.
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First line: So so lo lillies fade before the roses show
Source Edition: Marciano, or The Discovery (1662), 3.3, pp.35-6.
First performed: 27 December 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 87:11 (1663)
Author: William Clerke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ar. <...>
Sings behind the arras.
---But heark, a song, I will give ear
to it,
I know Borasco hath ordain'd it for me---
Song.
1.
So, so,
Lo Lillies fade, before the Roses show
Themselves
in bow-dye, summers-livery,
Feasting the curious eye,
With choyce variety,
While as before
We did adore
Narcissus in his prime.
Now Roses do delyte
The nycer appetite:
Such
is the vast disparity of time.
2.
So,
so,
One woman fades, before another know
What 'tis to be in love; but in a trice
All men do
sacrifice
To th'latter, and despise
Her,
whom before
They did adore
Like Lillies in
their prime.
Since now her sparkling eyes
Are darkned in disguise:
Such is the sad disparity of
time.
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First line: Here's a health to the pretty little thing
Source Edition: Marciano, or The Discovery (1662), 4.4, p.48.
First performed: 27 December 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 87:11 (1663)
Author: William Clerke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Str. Come then--- Here's a health to the pretty little
thing,
With the bony, bony radiant eyes,
And the bony, bony, plump, round thighs;
Let us sing---let
us sing--- (drinks.
Jayl. Let us sing, let us sing---O brave Strenuo, here's a cup to thee for thy catch. (drinks.
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First line: Now breaks our day
Source Edition: Marciano, or The Discovery (1662), 5.5, pp.65-6.
First performed: 27 December 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 87:11 (1663)
Author: William Clerke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A joyfull noise within, Trumpets, Ketle-drums, Ho-boyes, with all sort of musick.
Enter the Duke, Marciano, with others of the Nobility, Courtiers and Attendants, at his entry.
Song.
Now breaks our day,
Fairies away,
Pack hence, I say,
Your power's
undone.
Room for Jov's progeny,
Full
of divinity.
Cleon, brave Cleon, natures Paragon,
Rebellion breathless lyes,
Hell sings her obsequyes,
Usurping Traytors quick be gone.
Now, Cleon, divine
Cleon mounts His Throne,
Room---room---room---room for
Him alone.
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First line: Dull man dost not see in his countenance
Source Edition: Marciano, or The Discovery (1662), 5.5, pp.66-7.
First performed: 27 December 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 87:11 (1663)
Author: William Clerke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Within, musick as before. <referring to WCM4 which this follows hard upon>
Song.
Dull man, do'st not see in his countenance
Such rare becoming grace,
As one might freely
say he did enhaunce,
Majesty in his face.
Why art become
So grossly dumb?
Cannot thy
tongue pay tribute to his praise?
Harke how all Florence
sing,
In such a cheerfull spring,
And every
one their voices raise.
Why silent then, when after all
our tears,
Clouds which did shroud the light, our Sun
appears?
Appears---Appears
Dissolving all
our jealousies and fears.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Country Captain (1649), 4.1, Fol.44a.
First performed: revived 26 October 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: Not Applicable
Author: William Cavendish, Earl of Newcastle
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Act the fourth
A Song i'th tauerne
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First line: The juice of Spanish squeez'd grapes is it
Source Edition: The Country Captain (1649), 4.1, Fol.78a-b.
First performed: revived 26 October 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: Not Applicable
Author: William Cavendish, Earl of Newcastle
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Capt. Come my Apollo's, my Orpheuse's, or my Bacchus his Minstr< wch to leaue Poeticall expressions in broader phrase is Tauerne ffidlers, Som< of yor new Tunes my Masters, doe you: heare?
I. Doe you meane Mr. Adson's new ayre's Sr?
Capt. I Sr, but they are such phantasticall ayres, as it putts a Poet out of his witts to rhime to them, but let mee heare?
I. [Hee] They [singes] Play.
Capt. No I doe not like that!
I. [Hee] They [singes] Play againe;
Capt. Nor that (Play againe)--No, no, no, neither.
[The Musique Playes]
I. An't please yor Worship Mr Capot, our Boyes can singe songs to these.
Capt. No, no! saueing yor presence yr Boyes haue nothing surreuerence but Loue songs, & I hate those monstrous<ly> to make thinges appeare better than they are, and that is but deceptio Visus, wch after some embraceing the[y] partie[s] see presently what is.
*The Musique Playes. * Hee sings & reeles & fillips all the while wth his finger. Then says,
Capt. I, I, this [this] thumping tune i like a life. a Song, a song to it.
One Singes
Verte
This Song.
The Iuice of Spanish squeez'd
Grapes is It,
That makes a dull Braine so full of witt,
So Lemonados cleere sparkling wine,
The grosser
witts too doth much refine,
Then to bee fox'd, It
is no crime,
Since thickest & dull Braines It
makes sublime.
The Stillyard's Reanish wine &
Diuell's white
Who doth not in them sometimes take
delight.
If with Mimique Gestures you'le keep you
from sadnes
Then drinke lusty Clarett 'twill [make]
putt you in Madnes.
And then to settle you, no hop[p]es
in Beere
But wholesome Potts of Scotch Ale, though 'tis
deere.
<Nine lines of dialogue separate this from a possible reprise>
Capt. <...>
I will haue no more fiddles faddles for my money,[<S...>]
[Thomas]-[(Hee singes)] No tunes of supererrogation...
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First line: Cynthia frowns when e're I woo her
Source Edition: The Double Dealer (1694), 2.1, pp.18-9.
First performed: October 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 136:8 (1694)
Author: William Congreve
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.207, n.782 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Second Book (1694), pp.7-9 (UMI(2) 1926:18) et alia.
Text of song:
Mel. Not at all; only a Friendly Tryal of Skill, and the Winnings to be Shared between us.---What's here, the Musick!---Oh, my Lord has promised the Company a New Song, we'll get 'em to give it us by the way.[Musicians crossing the Stage. Pray let us have the Favour of you, to practice the Song, before the company hear it.
SONG.
I.
Cynthia frowns when e're I Woo her,
Yet
she's vext if I give over;
Much she fears I should
undo her,
But much more, to lose her Lover:
Thus, in doubting, she refuses;
And not Winning, thus
she loses.
II.
Prithee Cynthia
look behind you,
Age and Wrinckles will o'retake
you;
Then too late, desire will find you,
When the power does forsake you:
Think, O think o'th'
sad Condition,
To be past, yet wish Fruition.
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First line: Ancient Phillis has young graces
Source Edition: The Double Dealer (1694), 3.1, p.41
First performed: October 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 136:8 (1694)
Author: William Congreve
Composer: Henry Bowman ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.172, n.166 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Second Book (1694), p.9 (UMI(2) 1926:18) et alia.
Text of song:
Brisk. I know whom you mean---But Deuce take me, I can't hit of her Name neither---Paints de'e say? Why she lays it on with a Trowel---Then she has a great Beard that bristles through it, and makes her look as if she were plaistred with Lime and Hair, let me perish.
Lady F. Oh you made a Song upon her, Mr Brisk.
Brisk. He? e'gad, so I did---My Lord can sing it.
Cyn. O good my Lord let's hear it.
Brisk. 'Tis not a Song neither---it's a sort of an Epigram, or rather an Epigrammatick Sonnet; I don't know what to call it, but it's Satyr.---Sing it my Lord.
SONG.
Ld.
F. Sings. Ancient Phillis, has young Graces,
'Tis
a strange thing, but a true one;
Shall I tell you how?
She her self makes her own Faces,
And each Morning
wears a new one;
Where's the Wonder now?
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First line: I'm sick with love prithee come cure me
Source Edition: The Double Dealer (1694), 4.1, pp.50-1.
First performed: October 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 136:8 (1694)
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Brisk. So now they are all gone, and I have an opportunity to practice.---Ah! My dear Lady Froth! She's a most engaging Creature, if she were not so fond of that damn'd coxcomly Lord of hers; and yet I am forced to allow him Wit too, to keep in with him---No matter, she's a Woman of parts, and I'gad parts will carry her. She said she would follow me into the Gallery---Now to make my Approaches--- Hem hem! Ah Madam!---Pox (Bows.) on't, why should I disparage my parts by thinking what to say? None but dull Rogues think; witty Men like rich Fellows, are always ready for all Expences; while your Blockheads, like poor needy Scoundrels, are forced to examine their Stock, and forecast the Charges of the Day. Here she comes, I'll seem not to see her, and try to win her with a new airy invention of my own, hem!
Enter Lady Froth.
Brisk Sings walking about.
I'm sick with Love, ha ha ha, prithee come Cure me.
I'm sick with, &c.
O ye Powers! O my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth! My Lady Froth! Heigho! Break Heart; God's I thank you.
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First line: I love that fat I love the fair
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 1.1, p.2.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bold. Faith I could never meet with such a piercing beauty yet, and yet I love the Sex well.
SINGS.
I.
I love the fat, I love the fair,
The lean, that's nimble, full of air;
I love
the foul, I love the brown,
Both when they smile, and
when they frown.
II.
I love
the black, I love the red
Upon a Couch, or on a Bed:
She that is dull, and will not stir,
The active
Wench too, I love her.
III.
I
love the frolick, the precise,
The reverend Lady, that
is wise;
The Wife, the Maid, the Widow too,
All that is Woman, and will Do.
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First line: John Dory bought him an ambling nag
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bold. Yes faith, I had a Kinsman was once in Love, and he told me a thousand ridiculous stories of it, and repeated Verses, very fine ambling Verses, that went to the tune of Love and no Sence; and then I sung,
John Dory
bought him an ambling Nagg,
To Paris for to ride a ---
And he was stark mad at me.
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First line: From their bright celestial sphere
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 3.2, pp.28-9.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Mask begins, Venus and Cupid descending while the Song is singing.
I.
From
their bright Celestial sphear
Venus and her Son appear
Gently descending to the earth,
To give one Loves
a timely birth.
II.
In the
fairest Ladies eyes,
Cupid's fatal Quiver lies;
From them he borrow's all those darts
With
which he wounds poor mortals hearts.
III.
And Man, alas, has no defence
Against an arrow
taken thence:
Loves sweet infection seizes all,
The grief is Epidemical.
Venus and Cupid are landed
on the Stage.
Venus. A Mortal's prayers, our
Powers did move...
To make a roughre soldier love;
Cupid imploy thy Magick Art
T'infect his sense,
and wound his heart...
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: By lovers circle I do raise thee
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 3.2, pp.30-1.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Conjuration SONG.
1.
Cupid. By Lovers Circle I do raise thee,
And
by Love I do amaze thee:
Whatsoe're thou shalt rehearse,
Let thy Prose be turn'd to Verse.
2.
Though she's foul, yet think her fair,
And though earthy, light as air;
Though ill favour'd
in her feature,
There's no where so sweet a Creature.
3.
Though she be crooked, lame and halt,
Streight and sound, without a fault;
Old, and never
speak a truth,
Constant, and as fresh as youth.
4.
Thus thou shalt alwayes be i'th'
wrong,
And still mispraise her in each Song:
Love's a disease, affects the mind,
And makes the
understanding blind.
<NOTE: As with WCTHL3 this song is followed by heroic couplets by Venus and Cupid (again in italics) that are probably intended to be recited rather than sung>.
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First line: With Love's fancied wings I fly
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 3.2, p.32.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG in the Musick Room. Venus and Cupid Ascending.
With Loves fancied wings I fly
In the pure and azure skie,
In the serene air that's
high.
Viewing Planets as I goe,
Their's
are borrowed light, I know,
Their Orbs for my love are
too low.
Fancy then did mount me higher,
While the Sun that heavenly fire
Did my brighter
flame admire.
Towring upwards still so far,
Till it became a fixed Star,
And now governs Love
and War.
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First line: My tomb shall be of black despair
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 5.1, pp.51-2.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bold. Sing the Song Boy you sung last night to make me sleep.
SONG.
My
Tomb shall be of black despair,
Fill'd with sad sighs
instead of air;
Hung all with marks of cruelty,
Fit only for me there to lye;
There, while I grieve,
the Mandrake's groan
Shall eccho back my dismal moan;
Under alone old reverend Oak
Whose bark's worn
off, and arms all broke,
In Church-yard of mortality,
In melancholy shades I'le lye
Where nothing
grows, for there's no birth,
No life from bare insipid
earth. Enter Courtly, Widow and Emilia.
No Epitaph, no,
I'le have none,
But lost in time, as never known,
Ne're mention'd, but by all forgot,
That
all may say, they knew me not:
Nor will I rise, lest
I shou'd be
A witness how thou murderd'st me.
Bold. rising out of the Chair takes the Widow by the hand.
Bold. Unto a Feast I will invite thee,
Where
various dishes shall delight thee;
The steeming vapours
drawn up hot
From Earth, that's Natures porridge-pot
Shall be our broth; we'l drink my dear
The
thinner air for our small beer;
And if thou lik'st
it not, I'le call aloud,
And make our Butler broach
a cloud;
Of paler Planets, for thy sake,
White-pots, and trembling Custards make;
The twinkling
stars shall to our wish
Make a Grand Salad in a dish;
Snow for our sugar shall not fail,
Fine candid
ice, comfits of hail;
For Oranges gilt clouds we'l
squeeze,
The milkie way we'l turn to cheese;
Sun-beams we'l catch, shall stand in place
Of hotter Ginger, Nutmegs, Mace;
Sun-setting Clouds for
Roses sweet,
And Violet skies strow'd for our feet;
The Sphears shall for our Musick play,
While Spirits
dance the time away;
When we drink healths Jove shall
be proud
Th'old Cannoneer to fire a Cloud,
That all the Gods may know our mirth,
And trembling
Mortals too on earth;
And when our Feasting shall be
done
I'le lead thee up hill to the Sun,
And place thee there that thy eyes may
Add greater lustre
to the day.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: We'll plac'd in Love's triumphant chariot high
Source Edition: The Humorous Lovers (1667), 5.1, pp.52-3.
First performed: 28 March 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Bold. Boy, sing the Song I gave you last; you shall hear the Triumphs I intend you Lady.
SONG.
We'l plac'd
in Loves Triumphant Chariot high
Be drawn with milk-white
Turtles through the skie,
And have for Foot-men Cupids
running by:
A Poet Coachman, with Celestial fire,
His gentle whip of melting pure desire
Shall drive
us, while I do thy eyes admire.
Imperial Laurel
deck our Temples round
As Victors, or as heated Poets
crown'd,
Scorning to have commerce with the dull
ground.
Thus we will drive o're mighty hills
of snow,
Viewing poor mortal Lovers here below,
Wretches alas, that know not where we go.
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First line: From high Olympus and the realms above
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.1-2.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.224, n.1087 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.9-10; 2. Purcell, pp.7-9; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.12-4; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
The SCENE is a Landskip of a beautiful Pasture supposed on Mount Ida <...> While a Symphony is playing, Mercury descends with his Caduceus in one Hand, and an Apple of Gold in the other: After the Symphony he sings.
MERCURY.
From high Olympus
and the Realms above,
Behold I come the Messenger of
Jove;
His dread Commands I bear,
Shepherd
arise and hear;
Arise and leave a while thy Rural care.
Forbear thy woolly Flock to feed,
And lay aside
thy tuneful Reed;
For thou to greater Honours art decreed.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: O Hermes I thy godhead know
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.2.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.303, n.2471 [Music] 1. Eccles, p.11; 2. Pucell, pp.10-2; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.15-6; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
PARIS.
O Hermes I thy Godhead know,
By thy winged
Heels and Head,
By thy Rod that wakes the Dead,
And guides the Shades below.
Say wherefore dost
thou seek this humble Plain,
To greet a lowly Swain?
What does the mighty Thunderer Ordain?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: This radiant fruit behold
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.2-3.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.350, n.3283 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.12-3; 2. Purcell, pp.11-5; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.17-9; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
MERCURY.
This Radiant Fruit behold,
More bright then
burnish'd Gold;
Three Goddesses for this Contend,
See now they descend,
And this way they bend.
Shepherd take the Golden Prize,
Yield it to the
brightest Eyes.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: O ravishing delight
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.3.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.306, n.2520 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.15-7; 2. Purcell, pp.16-9; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.20-1; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
PARIS.
O Ravishing Delight!
What Mortal can support
the Sight?
Alas too weak is Human Brain,
So much Rapture to Sustain.
I faint, I fall, O take me
hence,
Ere Ecstacy invades my aking Sense:
Help me Hermes or I dye,
Save me from Excess of Joy.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Fear not mortal none shall harm thee
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.3-4.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.219, n.982 [Music] 1. Eccles, p.18; 2. Purcell, pp.20-2; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.22-3; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
MERCURY.
Fear not Mortal, none shall harm thee,
With
my Sacred Rod I'le Charm thee;
Freely gaze and view
all over,
Thou may'st every Grace discover.
Though a thousand Darts fly round thee,
Fear not
Mortal, none shall wound thee.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Happy thou of human race
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.4.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.233, n.1245 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.19-20; 2. Purcell, p.23; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.24-7; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
For two Parts.
<Mer.> Happy thou of
Human Race,
Gods with thee would change their place;
Paris. With no God I'd change my Place,
Happy
I of Human Race. (Mercury ascends.)
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First line: Saturnia wife of thund'ring Jove am I
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.4.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.325, n.2846 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.21-3; 2. Purcell, p.25; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.29-30; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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While a Symphony is playing, Juno descends from her Machine, after the Symphony she Sings.
JUNO.
Saturnia,
Wife of Thundring Jove am I,
Belov'd by him, and
Empress of the Sky;
Shepherd fix on me thy wondring Sight,
Beware, and view me well, and judge aright.
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First line: This way mortal bend thy eyes
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.4-5.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.350, n.3287 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.24-7; 2. Purcell, pp.31-2; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.33-5; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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(Symphony for Pallas.)
PALLAS.
This way
Mortal bend thy Eyes,
Pallas claims the golden Prize;
A Virgin Goddess free from Stain,
And Queen of
Arts, and Arms I Reign.
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First line: Hither turn thee gentle swain
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.5-6.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.241, n.1378 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.28-34; 2. Purcell, pp.33-7; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.36-41; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
VENUS.
Hither turn thee gentle Swain,
Let not Venus sue in vain;
Venus rules the Gods above,
Love rules them, and
she rules Love,
Hither turn thee gentle Swain.
PALLAS. Hither turn to me again;
JUNO. Turn to
me for I am she,
ALL 3. To me, to me, for I am she,
VENUS. Hither turn thee Gentle Swain
JUNO., PALL.
She will deceive thee,
VENUS. They will deceive thee,
I'le never leave thee,
Chorus of all 3. Hither turn
to me again,
To me, to me, for I am she
Hither
turn thee Gentle Swain.
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First line: Distracted I turn but I cannot decide
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.6-7.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.211, n.859 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.35-6; 2. Purcell, p.38; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.41-6; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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I.
PARIS. Distracted I turn, but I cannot decide,
So equal a Title sure never was try'd,
United your
Beauties, so dazle the Sight,
That lost in amaze,
I giddily gaze,
Confus'd and o'rewhelm'd
with a Torrent of Light.
II.
Apart
let me View then each Heavenly fair,
For three at a time
there's no Mortal can bear;
And since a gay Robe
an ill shape may disguise,
When each is undrest
I'le judge of the best,
For tis not a face
that must carry the Prize.
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First line: Let ambition fire thy mind
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.7-9.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.274, n.1955 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.38-47; 2. Purcell, pp.39-45; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.47-9; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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JUNO Sings.
I.
Let Ambition fire
thy Mind,
Thou wert born o're Men to Reign,
Not to follow Flocks design'd,
Scorn thy Crook,
and leave the Plain.
II.
Crowns
I'le throw beneath thy Feet,
Thou on Necks of Kings
shalt tread,
Joys in Circles Joys shall meet,
Which way ere thy fancy's Lead.
III.
Let not Toyls of Empire fright,
(Toils of Empire
pleasures are)
Thou shalt only know delight,
All the Joy, but not the Care.
IV.
Shepherd
if thoul't yield the Prize,
For the Blessings I bestow,
Joyful I'le ascend the Skies,
Happy thou shalt
Reign below.
CHORUS.
Let Ambition
fire thy Mind,
Thou wert born o're Men to Reign,
Not to follow Flocks design'd,
Scorn thy Crook
and leave the Plain.
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First line: Awake thy spirits raise
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.9-10.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles ( nwc); 2. Daniel Purcell ( nwc); 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.179, n.287 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.48-52; 2. Purcell, pp.46-50; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.49-56; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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PALLAS Sings alone.
I.
Awake, awake,
thy Spirits raise,
Wast not thus thy youthful days,
Pipeing, Toying,
Nymphs decoying,
Lost
in wanton and Inglorious ease.
II.
Hark,
Hark! the glorious Voice of War,
Calls aloud for Arms
prepare,
Drums are beating,
Rocks repeating,
Martial Musick charms the joyful Air.
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First line: O what joys does conquest yield
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.10.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles; 2. Daniel Purcell; 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.308, n.2550 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.54-9; 2. Purcell, pp.54-7; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.56-63; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Symphony.
PALLAS Sings.
O what Joys does Conquest
yield!
When returning from the Field,
Oh
how glorious 'tis to see
The Godlike Hero Crown'd
with Victory!
Lawrel Wreaths his Head surrounding,
Banners waveing in the Wind,
Fame her golden Trumpet
sounding,
Every Voice in Chorus joyn'd;
To me kind Swain the Prize resign,
And Fame and Conquest
shall be thine:
CHORUS.
O how
glorious 'tis to see,
The God-like Hero Crown'd
with Victory!
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First line: Stay lovely youth delay thy choice
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.11.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles; 2. Daniel Purcell; 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.337, n.3060 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.61-2; 2. Purcell, pp.58-63; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.66-73; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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(Symphony.)
VENUS Sings alone.
Stay lovely Youth,
delay thy Choice,
Take heed lest empty Names enthrall
thee,
Attend to Cythereas Voice;
Lo! I who
am Loves Mother call thee.
Far from thee be anxious Care:
And racking Thoughts that vex the Great,
Empires
but a guilded Snare,
And fickle is the Warriours Fate;
One only Joy Mankind can know,
And Love alone can
that bestow.
CHORUS.
One only Joy, &c.
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First line: Nature fram'd thee sure for loving
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.12-3.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles; 2. Daniel Purcell; 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.293, n.2290 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.63-4; 2. Purcell, pp.64-6; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.74-8; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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VENUS Sings.
I.
Nature fram'd
thee sure for Loving,
Thus adorn'd with every Grace;
Venus self thy Form approving,
Looks with Pleasure
on thy Face.
II.
Happy Nymph
who shall enfold thee,
Circled in her yielding Arms!
Should bright Hellen once behold thee,
She'd
surrender all her Charms.
III.
Fairest
she, all Nymphs transcending,
That the Sun himself has
seen,
Were she for the Crown contending,
Thou wou'dst own her beauties Queen.
IV.
Gentle Shepherd if my Pleading,
Can from thee
the Prize obtain,
Love himself thy Conquest aiding,
Thou that Matchless Fair shalt gain.
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First line: I yield I yield O take the prize
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), p.13.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles; 2. Daniel Purcell; 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.255, n.1624 [Music] 1. Eccles, p.65; 2. Purcell, pp.67-9; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.75-83; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
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PARIS.
I yield, I yield, O take the Prize,
And cease,
O cease, th'inchanting Song;
All Loves Darts are
in thy Eyes,
And Harmony falls from thy Tongue.
Forbear O Goddess of desire,
Thus my ravish'd
Soul to move,
Forbear to fan the raging Fire,
And be propitious to my Love.
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First line: Hither all ye graces all ye loves
Source Edition: The Judgment of Paris (1701), pp.13-4.
First Performed: 21 March 1701 (L.S.)
CT(1) reel no.: 4828:05
Author: William Congreve
Composer: 1. John Eccles; 2. Daniel Purcell; 3. John Weldon; 4. Gottfried Finger
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.241, n.1376 [Music] 1. Eccles, pp.66-71; 2. Purcell, pp.70-82; 3. David W. Music (ed.), pp.84-97; 4. Not extant.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Here Paris gives to Venus the golden Apple. Several Cupids descend, the three Graces alight from the Chariot of Venus, they call the Howrs, who assemble; with all the Attendants on Venus. All joyn in a Circle round her, and sing the last grand Chorus; while Juno and Pallas ascend.
GRAND CHORUS.
Hither
all ye Graces, all ye Loves;
Hither all ye hours resort,
Billing Sparrows, Cooing Doves;
Come all the train
of Venus Court.
Sing all great Cythereas Name;
Over Empire, over Fame,
Her Victory proclaim.
Sing and spread the joyful News around,
The Queen
of Love, is Queen of Beauty Cround.
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First line: To carve our loves in myrtle rinds
Source Edition: The Lady-Errant (1651), 1.4, pp.13-4.
First Performed: revived post 9 March 1670? (Duke's Company granted permission to act same, see L.S, p.193). Cartwright's editor (G. Blakemore Evans) refers to a 1671 revival (p.81).
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Eum. Our Ancient Poet Linus somewhere sings
Of some such thing.
Mal. Thou alwaies dost
deceive us;
Thou told'st us of an Eccho too, and
when
Thou brought'st us to it, thou had'st put
Philaenis
Behind the Wall, to give us all the Answers.
Flor. Yes, and thy bringing in my Father's Dwarf
With Bow and Wings, and Quiver at his back,
Instead
of Cupid, to conveigh us Letters
Through th' Air
from hence to Crete, was but a trick
To put away our
sadness. But I had
Almost forgot what we came for, I
prethee
Take up the Lute there, and let's hear the
Ode,
That thou did'st promise us; I hope 'tis
sad.
The Ode sung by Eumela.
To
carve our Loves in Myrtle rinds,
And tell our Secrets
to the Woods,
To send our Sighs by faithful Winds,
And trust our Tears unto the Flouds,
To call where
no man hears,
And think that Rocks have Ears;
To Walke, and Rest, to Live, and Dye,
And yet not know
Whence, How, or Why;
To have our Hopes with Fears still
checkt,
To credit Doubts, and Truth suspect,
This, this is that we may
A Lover's Absence say.
Follies without, are Cares within;
Where Eyes do
fail, there Souls begin.
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First line: Wake my Adonis do not die
Source Edition: The Lady-Errant (1651), 3.4, pp.39-40.
First Performed: see WCTLE1
Author: William Cartwright
Composer: Charles Colman ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.366, n.3562 [Music] Select Musicall Ayres and Dialogues, Part One (1652), pp.28-9 (UMI(2) 286:23) et al.
Text of song:
Luc. Wee'l divert
This
anxious fear. Reach me the Lute Eumela.
Have you not
heard how Venus did complain
For her belov'd Adonis?
The young Poet,
That was desir'd to give a Language
to
Th'afflicted Goddess, thought her words were these.
The Ode.
Cal. VVake my Adonis, do not
dye;
One Life's enough for thee and I.
Where are thy words? thy wiles?
Thy Loves, thy Frowns,
thy smiles?
Alas in vain I call;
One death
hath snatch'd 'em all:
Yet Death's not deadly
in that Face,
Death in those Looks it self hath Grace.
'Twas this, 'twas this I feard
When
thy pale Ghost appear'd;
This I presag'd when
thund'ring Jove
Tore the best Myrtle in my Grove;
When my sick Rose-buds lost their smell,
And from
my Temples untouch'd fell,
And 'twas for some
such thing
My Dove did hang her Wing.
Whither
art thou my Deity gone?
Venus in Venus there is none.
In vain a Goddess now am I
Only to Grieve, and
not to dye.
But I will love my Grief,
Make
Tears my Tears relief;
And Sorrow shall to me
A new Adonis be.
And this no Fates can rob me
of, whiles I
A Goddess am to Grieve, and not to Dye.
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First line: Apollo who foretell'st what shall ensue
Source Edition: The Lady-Errant (1651), 5.8, pp.78-9.
First Performed: see WCTLE1
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To them 3 Priests of Apollo with wreaths of Lawrell <...> While they all thus meet, the Priests on the one side, and the Ladies on the other, sing thus enterchangeably.
1 Priest,
Apollo, who foretell'st what shall ensue,
None speaks
more Dark than thou, but none More true;
If Heard, Obscure;
but yet if Seen, most Bright;
Day's in thy Visage,
in thy Sayings Night.
Pr. Cho. Day's in thy Visage,
in thy Sayings Night.
1 Lady. Venus makes good
what he Decrees,
And Love fulfils what he foresees,
Thus Gods help Gods, thus Mortals ow
Much to the
Bayes, much to the Bow.
La. Cho. Much to the Bayes, much
to the Bow.
2 Priest. Phoebus as Praesent shewes
us future things,
Our Trivets Counsell give, our Trees
teach Kings,
And whil'st our Oracle instructs the
State,
What e'r the Priest shall say the God makes
Fate.
Pr. Cho. What e'r the Priest shall say the
God makes Fate.
2 Lady. What are your Trivets
to Loves wings?
They Teach, but these do Conquer Kings:
Venus to Fate adds all the bliss,
She that makes
Doves, makes Kingdoms kiss.
La. Cho. She that makes Doves
makes Kingdoms kiss.
La. & Pr. Thus then
the Myrtle and the Bayes we joyn.
Chorus. And in one
Wreath Wisdom and Love Combine.
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First line: Saint Francis and Saint Benedight
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 3.1, p.303.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Moth.> Saint Francis, and Saint Benedight,
Blesse this house from wicked wight,
From the Night-mare
and the Goblin,
That is hight good fellow Robin.
Keep it from all evill Spirits,
Fayries, Weezels,
Rats and Ferrets,
From Curfew time
To the
next Prime.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Come o come I brook no stay
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 3.3, pp.311-2.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.203, n.700 [Music] Lawes, Henry, Treasury of Musick, 1669, no.61 (misnumbered as 55)(UMI(2) 281:3) and others. First appeared in Select Ayres and Dialogues, 1659, no.61 (misnumbered 55) (UMI(2) 970:7) but the page is missing from the microfilm edition.
Text of song:
Mean. <...>
I know not now what's misery. Peace: my fair [Musick
Is hallowing the Lute with her blest touch.
A Song within.
I. Come, o come, I brook no stay:
He doth not love that can delay--
See how the stealing
Night
Hath blotted out the Light,
And Tapers
do supply the Day.
2. To be chaste is to be old,
And that foolish Girle that's cold
Is foursome
at fifteen:
Desires do write us green,
And
looser flames our youth unfold.
Mean. 'T cannot
be her, her voice was ne'r prophan'd
With such
immodest numbers.
3. See the first Taper's
almost gone,
Thy flame like that will straight be none;
And I as it expire
Not able to hold fire.
She loseth time that lies alone.
Mean. 'Tis
the breath
Of something troubled with Virginity.
4. O let us cherish then these Powr's
Whiles
we yet may call them ours:
Then we best spend our time,
When no dull zealous Chime,
But sprightfull kisses
strike the Hours.
<NOTE: The dialogue that follows relates to the song>.
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First line: Then our music is in prime
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 3.5, pp.319-20.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Catch. To satisfy you
In that point, we will
sing a Song of his.
And. Let's ha't; I love these Ballads hugeously.
The Song.
I. Catch. Then our Musick is in prime,
When
our teeth keep triple time;
Hungry Notes are fit for
Knels:
May lankenes be
No Quest to me.
The Bagpipe sounds, when that it swels.
Chor. May
lankenes, &c.
2. Bagsh. A Mooting Night
brings wholsome smiles,
When John an Okes, and John a
Stiles,
Doe greaze the Lawyers Satin.
A Reading-Day
Frights French away,
The Benchers dare speak Latin.
Chor. A Reading, &c.
3. Rim. He
that's full doth Verse compose;
Hunger deales in
sullen Prose:
Take notice and discard her.
The empty Spit
Ne'r cherish'd Wit,
Minerva loves the Larder.
Chor. The empty Spit, &c.
4. Chr. First to break Fast, then to dine,
Is to conquer Bellarmine:
Distinctions then are budding.
Olld Sutcliffs Wit
Did never hit,
But
after his Bag-pudding.
Chor. Old Sutcliffs Wit, &c.
And. Most admirable; a good eating Song.
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First line: Whiles early light springs from the skies
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 4.5, pp.335-6.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Rimewell, Bagshot, Catchmey, Sir Christopher; A Song at a window; congratulating (as they think) Mr Meanwels Marriage.
I. Whiles early light springs from the skies,
A Fairer from your Bride doth rise;
A brighter Day doth
thence appear,
And make a second morning there:
Her blush doth shed
All o'r the bed,
Clean shamefac'd beames
That spread in streames,
And purple round the modest aire.
2. I will
not tell what shreeks, and cries,
What Angry Dishes,
and what ties,
What pretty oaths then newly born
The listning Taper heard them sworn:
Whiles froward
she
Most peevishly
Did yielding fight
To keep o'r night
What shee'd have profer'd
you ere morn.
3. Faire, we know, maids do refuse
To grant what they do come to lose.
Intend a Conquest
you that wed;
They would be chastly ravished.
Not any kisse
From Mrs Pris,
If that you
do
Perswade and woe,
Know pleasure's
by extorting fed.
4. O may her arms wax black
and blew
Only by hard encircling you:
May
she round about you twine
Like the easie twisting Vine;
And whiles you sip
From her full lip
Pleasures as new
As morning Dew,
Let those
soft Tyes your hearts combine.
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Now that our future brother
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 4.5, pp.336-7.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
Now that our future Brother,
That shalt make this Spouse a Mother,
Spring up,
and Dod's blessing on't.
Shew thy little sorrell
Pate
And prove regenerate
Before thou be
brought to the Font.
May the Parish Surplice be
Cut in peeces quite for thee,
To wrap thy soft
body about;
So 'twill better service do
Reformed thus into
The state of an Orthodox Clout.
When thou shalt leave the Cradle,
And shalt begin
to waddle,
And trudge in thy little Apron;
Mayst thou conceive a grace
Of half an hours space,
And rejoice in thy Friday Capon.
For an errour
that's the Flocks
Name Mr Paul, but urge St Knoxe;
And at every reform'd Dinner,
Let cheese come
in, and preaching,
And by that third Course teaching,
Confirm an unsatisfi'd Sinner.
Thence grow
up to hate a Ring,
And defie an offering:
And learn to sing what others say.
Let Christ-tide be
thy fast,
And lent thy good repast:
And regard
not an Holy day.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Ordinary (1635), 5.4, p.345.
First performed: revived April? 1673 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Officers with Andrew, Priscilla, and the four that were taken at the Window singing.
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First line: Thus to a ripe consenting maid
Source Edition: The Old Batchelour (1693), 3.[2], pp.17-8.
First performed: 9 March 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1420:18
Author: William Congreve
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.354, n.3359 [Music] Joyful Cuckoldom (1671, actually 1695?), no.22 (UMI(2) 2032:10)
Text of song:
Aram. <...> If my Musick-master be not gone, I'll entertain you with a new Song, which comes pretty near my own Opinion of Love and your Sex
<dialogue relating to the song continues at some length>
Aram. O I am glad we shall have a Song to divert the Discourse---Pray oblige us with the last new Song.
SONG.
I.
Thus, to a ripe, consenting Maid,
Poor, old,
repenting Delia said,
Would you long preserve your Lover?
Would you still his Goddess reign?
Never let him
all discover,
Never let him much obtain.
II.
Men will admire, adore and die,
While wishing
at your Feet they lie:
But admitting their Embraces,
Wakes 'em from the golden Dream;
Nothing's
new besides our Faces,
Every Woman is the same.
Aram. So, how de'e like the Song, Gentlemen?
Bell. O very well perform'd---But I don't much admire the Words.
Aram. I expected it---there's too much Truth in 'em: If Mr. Gavot will walk with us in the Garden, we'll have it once again---You may like it better at second hearing. You'l bring my Cousin.
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First line: As Amoret and Thyrsis lay
Source Edition: The Old Batchelour (1693), 3.[2], pp.26-7.
First performed: 9 March 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1420:18
Author: William Congreve
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.174, n.195 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus, Book Two (1702), pp.50-1 et alia.
Text of song:
SONG.
I.
As Amoret
and Thyrsis, lay
Melting the Hours, in gentle Play;
Joining Faces, mingling Kisses,
And exchanging
harmless Blisses:
He trembling, cry'd, with eager
haste,
O let me feed as well as taste,
I
die, if I'm not wholly blest.
II.
The fearful Nymph reply'd---Forbear;
I cannot,
dare not, must not hear:
Dearest Thyrsis, do not move
me,
Do not---do not---if you Love me
O let
me---still the Shepherd said;
But while she fond Resistance
made,
The hasty Joy, in strugling fled.
III.
Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd,
She frown'd and blush'd, then sigh'd and kiss'd,
And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing,
The sad
miscarriage of their Wooing:
Bid vain alas! were all
her Charms;
For Thyrsis deaf to Loves allarms,
Baffled and senseless, tir'd her Arms.
After the Song, a Dance of Anticks.
Silv. Indeed it is very fine---I could look upon 'em all day.
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First line: Look you what here is
Source Edition: The Old Batchelour (1693), 4.[3], p.36.
First performed: 9 March 1693 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1420:18
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Jos. Nay, gad, I'll pick up; I'm resolv'd to make a Night on't.---I'll go to Alderman Fondle-wife by-and-by, and get 50 Pieces more from him. Adslidikins, Bully, we'll wallow in Wine and Women. Why, this same Madera-Wine has made me as light as a Grashopper.---Hist, hist, Bully, dost thou see those Tearers? [Sings.] Look you what here is,---Look you what here is:---Toll---loll---dera---toll---loll. <speaks> ---A-Gad, t'other Glass of Madera, and I durst have attack'd 'em in my own proper Person, without your help.
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First line: A Pox on the <our> jailor and on his fat jowls
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 1.1, sig.B1.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Composer: 1. John Hilton ( nwc); 2. William Lawes ( nwc); 3. John Jackson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.318, n.2730 [Music] 1. Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1652), p.29 (UMI(2) 148:5); 2. Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), p.74 (UMI(2) 148:6); 3. Musical Companion...Second Book (1673), supp. pp.6-7 (not appended to UMI(2) edition). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Philotas, Stratocles, Leocrates, Archippus singing in the Prison, Molops harkning without.
Mol. These wicked Ephesian Captives, are most everlasting Tipplers; I charm'd my fleas with'em last night, and left them too I'm sure well to live, and yet they're at it againe this morning.
Slaves within. Hem! hem! hem! A pox on our Gaolor.&c.
Mol. So! now they're tuning their Pipes. O the Religion of these Greekes! they sing and drinke downe the Sunne, and then they sing and drinke him up againe. Some drunken Hymne I warrant you towards now, in the prayse of their great huge, rowling, Tunbellyed god Bacchus as they call him. Let's hearken a little.
The Slaves song within.
'A pox on our Gaolor, and on his fat Jowle
Mol. <speaks> That's that's I.
'Ther's liberty
lyes in the bottome o'th' Bowle.
'A figge
for what ever the Raskall can doe,
<speaks> I againe: good good,
'Our Dungeon is deepe,
but our Cup's so too.
'Then drinke we a round
in despight of our Foes,
'And make our hard Irons
cry clinke in the Close.
Mol. Wondrous good I faith <...>
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First line: Come from the dungeon to the throne
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 1.2, sig.B3v.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.199, n.637 [Music] Select Ayres and Dialogues (1659), p.26 (UMI(2) 970:7) et al.
Text of song:
The Priest's song whiles he puts on the Robes.
'Come from the Dungeon to the Throne
'To
be a King, and streight be none.
'Reigne then a while,
that thou mayst be
'Fitter to fall by Majesty.
Cho: 'So Beasts for sacrifice we feed;
'First
they are crown'd, and then they bleed.
'Wash with
thy Bloud what wars have done
'Offensive to our God
the Sun:
'That as thou fallest we may see
'Him
pleas'd, and set as red as thee.
'Enjoy the Gloryes
then of state,
'Whiles pleasures ripen thee for fate.
Cho: 'So Beasts: &c.
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First line: Come my sweet whilst every strain
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 2.3, sig.C3v-C4r.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.202, n.697 [Music] Select Ayres and Dialogues (1659), p.26 (UMI(2) 970:7) et al. First appeared in Ayres and Dialogues, Part One (1633), p.32 (misno. 30)--not on microfilm.
Text of song:
To them Two women and a boy, as he is preparing to sing, Atossa, Mandane, and Ariene appeare above.
Prax. Your last new song, that which I gave you Sirrah.
Atos. See yonder where he sits; let's stand and see
How hee'le behave himselfe; the Lords have vow'd
To try him to the utmost.
Mand. I begin
To feare that he is mortall.
Prax. Come begin
Boy singes.
I
Come my sweet, whiles every strayne
Calls our
Soules into the Eare;
Where they greedy listning fayne
Would turne into the sound they heare;
Lest in
desire
To fill the Quire
Themselves they
tye
To Harmony,
Let's kisse and call
them backe againe.
2
Now let's
orderly conveigh
Our Soules into each other's Brest,
Where interchanged let them stay
Slumbring in a
melting rest.
Then with new fire
Let them
retire,
And still present
Sweet fresh content
Youthfull as the early day.
3
Then let us a Tumult make,
Shuffling so our
soules, that we
Carelesse who did give or take,
May not know in whom they be.
Then let each smother
And stifle the other,
Till we expire
In gentle fire
Scorning the forgetfull Lake.
Crat. I did expect some solemne Hymne of the
Great world's beginning, or some brave Captaines
Deserving deeds extoll'd in lofty numbers.
These
softer subjects grate our eares: But what
Are these my
Lords? shee Minstrells?
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First line: Now the sun is fled [Down into Tethys bed]
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 3.1, sig.E1v.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Phil. Let's have a Song betweene, and then have at you.
Leoc. Fidlers, employ your Throats and sing awhile; you shall drinke with 'em after.
Str. Sing that which I made in the Prison; 'tis seasonable enough.
Song.
1. Now, now, the Sunne is fled
Downe into Tethys bed,
Ceasing his solemne course
awhile.
2. What then?
'Tis not to sleepe,
but be
Merry all night, as we;
Gods can be
mad sometimes, as well as men.
Cho: Then laugh we, and
quaffe we, untill our rich noses
Grow red, and contest
with our Chaplets of Roses.
1. If he be fled,
whence may
We have a second day,
That shall
not set till we command?
2. Here see
A Day
that does arise
Like his, but with more eyes,
And warmes us with a better fire, than hee.
Cho: Then
laugh we, &c.
1., 2. Thus then we chase
the night
With these true floods of light,
This Lesbian wine, which with it's sparkling streams,
Darting diviner Graces,
Cast's Glories round our
Faces,
And dulls the Tapers with Majestique Beames.
Cho: Then laugh we, &c.
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First line: Thou o bright sun who seest all
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 5.7, sig.H3v-H4r.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Molops bearing the Sagar, then the 4 Slaves, 2 by 2; next the 4 Lords, then 4 Priests; after them Cratander alone, then the King and Queene, next Mandane and Ariene, last the Masquers: they all solemnely goe round the Stage, and having placed themselves, Cratander standing by the Altar, a Priest singes the first song.
1. Priest. Thou o bright Sun who seest all,
Looke downe upon our Captives fall.
Never was purer Sacrifice:
'Tis not a Man, but Vertue dyes.
Cho. While
thus we pay our thankes, propitious be;
And grant us
either Peace or Victory.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: But thou o sun mayst set and then
Source Edition: The Royall Slave (1639), 5.7, sig.H4r.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S. p.152)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1092:12
Author: William Cartwright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
After the Song, Molops delivers the Sagar to Arsamnes, and Cratander kneeles downe at the Altar; then another Priest sings the second Song.
2. Priest.
But thou o Sun mayst set, and then
In brightnesse rise
next morne agen.
He, when he shall once leave this light,
Will make and have eternall night.
Cho. Good deedes
may passe for Sacrifice, o than
Accept the Vertues, and
give backe the Man.
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First line: Since every profession's become a lewd cheat
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
They <Rogues and Footpad> sing.
<Footpad> Since ev'ry Profession's
become a lewd Cheat,
And the little, like fish, are devour'd
by the great;
Since all Mankind use to rob one another;
Since the Son robs the Father, the Brother the Brother;
Since all sorts of men such Villains will be,
When
all the World plays the Rogue, why should not we?
All.
Ah brave Captain.
Ah noble Captain.
Ah brave
Captain.
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First line: Come maids what is it that you lack
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 1.1, pp.4-5.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Footpad like a Pedler.
Footpad sings.
Come, Maids, what is it that you lack?
I have many a fine knack
For you in my Pedler's
Pack.
Your Sweet-hearts then kindly smack,
If they freely will present you,
And with Trinkets will
content you.
Cicely. <speaks> Oh rare, how rarely he sings!
[Three or four Maids and Men come running, crying, Oh here's the Pedler, the Pedler.
Footpad sings.
Brushes, Combes of Tortoise
shell
For your money I will sell,
Cambrick,
Lawn as white as milk,
Taffata as soft as silk,
Garters rich, with silver Roses.
Rings with moral
divine Posies.
1 Maid. <speaks>
Oh what brave things he has got!
2 Maid. Peace, peace,
let him troll it away, he sings curiously.
Footpad sings.
Rainbow-Ribbands of each colour,
No walking Shop yet e're was fuller,
Various
Points and sev'ral Laces
For your Boddies straight
embraces,
Silver Bodkins for your hair,
Bobs,
which Maidens love to wear.
1 Man. <speaks>
Oh this is a rare Fellow, I warrant he's pure Company.
2 Man. I warrant you he is very ingenious, peace.
Footpad sings.
Here are various Pick-tooth
Cases,
And the finest Flanders Laces,
Cabinets
for your fine Doxies,
Stoppers and Tobacco Boxes,
Crystal Cupids Looking glasses
Will enamour all
your Lasses.
Cicely. <speaks> Sure, Gervas, this is the Kings Pedler, he has such rare things about him, and he sings like a Nightingal.
Gervas. I believe he's the Kings Pedler indeed.
Footpad sings.
Fine gilt Pray'r Books, Catechisms,
What
is Orthodox, or Schisms,
Or for loyal Faith defendant
Presbyter, or Independent;
Ballads fresh, all singing
new,
And all those Ballets too are true.
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First line: To fairs and markets I did go
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Gervas. That shew'd he had some conscience; but Oh Cicely, here's the brave Ballet you and I use to sing, I know it by the Picture.
Cicely. Oh pray let's sing it.
They sing.
Gervas. To Fayrs and Markets
I did go,
Cicely. And I did follow you, you know.
Gervas. As I return'd, I threw you down
Cicely.
Upon the Grass,
Gervas. My sweetest Lass;
And so did give you a green Gown.
Cicely. But if it chance
my Belly swell,
Gervas. Then will Marriage hide it well.
Cicely. Your Son and Heir, or Daughter fair,
If
you'l not stay,
Gervas. But run away,
Is left unto the Parish care.
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First line: Fie fie this love keeps such a coil
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 2.[2], pp.24-5.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<1. Cook.> Sings. Fy, fy, this Love keeps
such a coil,
So high't does boil.
Love's
heat does make so great a fire
Of hot desire,
That all my fancy it does trouble,
Love so doth bubble.
My loving Pot can hold no more,
But does run o're.
Master. <speaks> How do you like it, my Dear?
Mall. I doubt you mean naughtiness, forsooth, or else it is
very pretty.
1 Cook. <sings> Thou
should'st skim Love upon the top,
Or with a Sop
To soak it, or else to dip it,
Many a Sippet
Would keep't within Love's circle, then
Stir it agen;
And if it rise, 'twill down, you know,
If that you blow.
Mall. <speaks> This is scurrility, as my Lady's Chaplain says.
Master. Nothing but similizing, as Poets must do; but here's a Cup of Wine, my Heart and Soul to thee, Ounds no man loves you better than I do.
Mall. But I cannot stay, forsooth, my Lady will miss me.
Master. But a little, go on James.
1 Cook. <sings> Then dish it up unto your
wish
In Love's sweet Dish:
When Love's
sweet morsels we have tasted,
None shall be wasted;
What's left we'l set up cold to eat
For
butter'd meat.
An ill Cook now is he that lingers
To lick his fingers.
Mall. <speaks> Oh gemini, what Songs you make me here! well I don't mind 'em, I don't understand 'em: come will you let me go, my Lady will chide me grievously.
Master. Good Sweet-heart, stay but one Song more, and I have done.
Mall. I'le stay no more Songs, not I: if you don't let me go, I purtest I'le never come again. [Kisses her.] Look now, now Fiddles, you are the strangest man.
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First line: Oh the brave jolly gypsy
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 2.[2], pp.28-9.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Footpad. Come, let's roar out our Song of the Gypsies with laudable voices, and that may train 'em out of the house.
1 Rogue. Come on, let's be merry by our selves.
2 Rogue. Come---I love singing mightily.
Footpad. So well, that as thou livest singing, thou wilt die singing, a Psalm I mean.
2 Rogue. <sings> Oh the
brave jolly Gypsie,
Who often is tipsie,
And has strong Ale good store
With a little black Whore.
When credit does fail
With fat Hostess for Ale,
He grows dogged and sullen,
Steals her Geese and
her Pullen.
And Linen that's bleaching,
If it be within reaching,
'Tis juggled away
By night or by day.
Then Fortunes we tell,
But stealing does well
To help out the Trade,
Which is somewhat decay'd.
When Maids are a
kissing,
Their things never missing,
Then
we take our time,
And think it no crime,
And then the next morning,
Their Hue and Cry scorning,
We care not a straw
For their Statute Law.
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First line: Garments gay as rich as may be
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, pp.51-2.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lady. Come, let me see what good qualities you have, give me leave to sit, and judge betwixt you, that I may chuse discreetly, a Chair in the first place, he that I marry must sing well, that's certain.
Sir John. Oh Pox, if singing will do, I'le fit you to a hair, i'faith.
Just. If I ever fail you in that, Madam---
Lady. Come on, Justice, and begin.
Just. Hem, will you hear how a Spanish Lady wooed an English Man?
<sings>
Garments gay, as rich as may be,
Deck't with Jewels
had she on.
Lady. Good Justice some other, I like not that so well.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: When as King Henry govern'd the land
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, pp.51-2.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Tune (if traditional): Chevy Chase. See also ERTTS2 .
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.381, n.3833. [Music] Score is in Wit and Mirth...Volume 5, 1714, pp.154-9 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Sir John. Ha, ha, ha, I thought how he'd please her.
Just. Now I shall fit you.
<sings> When
as King Henry govern'd the Land,
The second of that
Name,
Besides his Queen he dearly lov'd
A fair and Princely Dame.
Most parlous was her Beauty
found,
Her favour and her face;
A sweeter
Creature in this World
Did never Prince embrace.
Her crisped Locks, like Threads of Gold,
Appear
to each mans sight:
Her comely Eyes, like Orient Pearls,
Did cast a heavenly light.
Lady. Well done, Justice, there's enough at once, now, Sir John, try you.
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First line: I dote I dote but am a sot to show it
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, pp.52-3.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir John. His is a foolish old fashion'd Song, Madam, but mine's of the new cast.
<sings>
I dote, I dote, but am a Sot to show it,
I was a very
Fool to let her know it;
For now she doth so cunning
grow,
She proves a friend worse than a foe.
She'l neither hold me fast, nor let me go;
She tells
me I cannot forsake her.
When straight I endeavour to
leave her,
She to make me stay
Throws a kiss
in my way:
Oh then I could tarry for ever.
Lady. Very well on both sides.
Sir John. But you shall hear what he says to her, 'tis fine, fine, very fine.
<sings> But good Madam Fickle
be faithful,
And leave off your damnable dodging.
Either love me, or leave me,
And do not deceive
me,
But let me go home to my Lodging.
<speaks> De' see, Madam, God, that was smart.
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First line: There was a rich merchant man
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, p.53.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Just. That smart! fy, your old Songs are better by half, they are more passionate.
<sings>
There was a rich Merchant man
That was both grave and
wise,
He kil'd a man in Athens Town,
Great quarrels there did arise.
Oh a sweet thing is Love!
It rules both heart and mind,
There is no comfort
in this World
To Women that are kind.
Just. I think that was a good Trillo, Madam.
Lady. Very good:
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First line: Oh my dear pretty soul
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, pp.53-4.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir John. Madam, hear but one Song of mine, and if I do not put him down.
<sings> Oh my
dear pretty Soul,
How thy black Eyes do rowl,
And rule without controul
My poor Heart.
How
can my dear Jewel
Be to it so cruel,
When
she can see well
His great smart?
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, p.54.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Just. Here's no Musick, but I'le sing to my Dancing. [He dances ridiculously.
Lady. Very well, admirable well.
Sir John. Come, I'le dance the Minoutes, you do not know what that is, Justice, ha, ha, ha.
Just. Pox on your French kickshaw Dances, I love your true Derby-shire Horn-pipe.
[Sir John dances, and sings to it.
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First line: The nine lady muses would make me their guest
Source Edition: The Triumphant Widow, or The Medley of Humours (1674), 3.1, pp.55-7.
First performed: 26 November 1674
UMI(2) reel no.: 393:18 (1677)
Author: William Cavendish (Duke of Newcastle) and Thomas Shadwell
Tune (if traditional): Cook Laurel
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lady. Hold, Mr. Codshead, it may do him good, and please me, prethee Fellow sing it.
Footpad. 'Tis to the Tune of Cook Laurel.
<sings> The Nine Lady Muses
would make me their Guest,
And invited me to Parnassus
to dine,
And promised me there a Poetical Feast,
And vow'd that their Helicon should turn to Wine.
The very first Dish was Heroical Verse
Bak'd
in a Pasty with swelling puff't Paste;
No Gravy there
was for me to rehearse,
'Twas dull to the appetite,
dry to the taste.
Love Sonnets in Lovers tears
then were drest,
Stew'd in Love-sighs, and set by
to cool,
With excellent Cream and Eggs of the best,
And then this Loves Dish all said was a Fool.
Then
Epigrams dress'd and cook'd with pains,
With
Vinegar, Limon, the Sawce full of Art,
And added unto
it old Martials Brains,
So this all the Muses said was
their Tart.
Sad Epitaphs, Elegies, if not mistaken,
Came to the Board, and so were set down;
They look'd
like a Westphalia Gammon of Bacon,
In his long Cloke
or black Mourning-gown.
Then like a Shoulder of
Venison in blood,
A Tragedy dish't with Mustard,
because
It drew down a Deluge of Tears like a Floud,
With bitter Herbs added to heighten the Sauce.
A
Comedy sweet and poignant then came
By Natures Cook drest
so finely and fit
With all the sweet Herbs that any can
name:
For spice, strew'd with Satyr, with Humour
and Wit.
A Bisk or an Olio, then one in brings
With French Railleries and French Lampoons,
With
Riddles in Rimes, and Posies for Rings:
For the Meat
they used Knives, for the thin Broth their Spoons.
Raw
Fruit, great Dishes of School boys Themes,
Then sharp
and quick Jests, which all were preserv'd;
This flow'd
like a flood of witty sweet streams,
And thus their Desert
and Banket was serv'd.
The Thespian Spring
all the Poets told me,
Ravish'd the Palate, it was
so divine,
Since Water and Wit can never agree,
They all concluded it was Spanish Wine.
The
Muses then tun'd their Fiddles each string,
And vow'd
for a while with them I should stay
To hear a merry Song,
which they would sing:
When ended, I kiss'd their
hands, and came away.
Lady. 'Tis very well, there's money.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 3.1, p.37.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Beau. I am now ready for you Mounsieur, come Lucy the practice of the last he taught us.
Lady and Lucy dance, Mounsieur singing, and correcting them in tune.
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First line: The bear the boar and talbot with his tuskish white
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 3.1, p.41.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Man. Then you should have the best knight of the Countrey, with the ragged staffe on their sleeves.
The Beare,
the Boare, and Talbot with his tuskish white,
Oh so sore
that he would not bite,
The Talbot with his Tuskish white
Soudledum Soudledum;
The Talbot with his Tuskish
white Soudledum, bell.
The Talbott with his Tuskish white
Oh so sore that he would bite
Orebecke soudledum,
sing orum bell.
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First line: The hart <he> loves the high wood
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 3.1, p.42.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.235, n.1272 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1685), no.58 (UMI(2) 357:12) et al.
Text of song:
Sings.
The Hart loves
the high wood
The Hart loves the hill,
The
Knight lov'd his bright sword,
And the Lady lov'd
her will.
Beau. So the Ladies do still.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: The great Ch<l>oe bent [The little Ch<l>oe bent]
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 3.1, p.42.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Man. It may be so, but for your Knights bright Sword 'tis at pawn, or at home in his Armoury, then we had, God blesse the Duke of Norfolke, there was a jeast, and another Song.
The Great Choe bent,
The little
Choe bent,
Sir Piercy leigh under the line;
God blesse the good Earle of Shrewsbury
For he's
a good friend of mine.
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First line: When Robin came to Nottingham
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.57.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Simp. When Robin came to Nottingham,
dery, dery
down,
His dinner all for to dine:
There met
him fifteen jolly Foresters,
Were drinking Ale, and Wine,
hey down.
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First line: Have you felt the wool of beaver
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.57.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sing.
<Sim.> Have you felt
the wooll of Beaver?
Man.--Or sheeps down ever?
Sim.--Have you smelt the bud of the Rose?
Man.--In
his pudding hose.
Sim.--Or have tasted the bag of the
Bee?
Oh so fine!
Man.--Oh so fond!
Sim.--Oh so brave!
Man.--Such a knave!
Sim.--Such a knave is he.
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First line: She cast an eye on little Musgrave
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.58.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Simp.> Sings. She cast an eye on little Musgrave
As bright as the summers sunne.
<speaks> I may turne o're the Daughtet to thee.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Show me said he whose men ye be
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.58.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Ja. I would I had her in an Embroiderd clout.
Man. Sure my Lady is but in jeast.
Sings. Shew me said he whose men ye be
That
hunt so boldly ere,
That without my consent do chase
And kill my follow Deere.---
Ja. His follow Deere?
Simp. Sings Ere thus I will outbraved be
One of us two shall dye,
I know thee well an Earle
thou art,
Lord Percy, so am I.
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First line: Back again back again quoth the Pindar
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.60.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Simp. Back agen, back agen quoth the Pindar,
The wrong way have you gon, &c. Exit Singing.
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First line: I conjure thee [By thy skin that is so fair]
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, pp.60-1.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
New. <...> now Boy the Song I made to the window, while I muffle my selfe with the fidlers, to bid my Mistrisse good morrow in the street, observe the conjuration.
Song.
I conjure thee, I conjure thee, by the skin that is so
faire,
Thy dainty curled haire,
And thy favour
and thy grace,
With the patches on thy face,
And thy hand that doth invite
The cold, dullest appetite,
----Appeare appeare,
Upon these termes I doe invite
thee,
And if thou com'st I will delight thee.
If not so, I doe not care,
Though thy breasts
be ne're so bare,
Roses rich, with shooe that's
white,
Or thy Venus best delight,
If not
touch thy softer skin
What care I for thee a pin,
Appeare appeare.
For to heare, and not to
see
Is a dull flat history,
And to see and
not to touch
If you thinke the last too much,
Know all woman's but one toy
If we men not them enjoy,
Appeare appeare.
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First line: Thine eyes to me like suns appear
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, pp.62-3.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Composer: John Wilson ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.349, n.3265 [Music] Wilson, John, Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads (1660), p.53 (UMI(2) 44:10).
Text of song:
New. Till they have my liveries; Ile maintaine 'em in songs, wind up your voice agen.
Song.
Thine eyes to me like sunnes appeare
Or brighter
starres their light;
Which makes it summer all the yeare,
Or else a day of night:
But truely I doe thinke
they are
But eyes, and neither sunne nor starre.
Thy brow is as the milky way,
Whereon the gods
might trace:
Thy lips Ambrosia I dare say
Or Nectar of thy face:
But to speake truely I doe vowe
They are but womens lips and browe.
Thy
cheeke it is a mingled bath
Of Lillyes and of Roses;
But here there's no man power hath
To gather
loves fresh posies:
Beleeve it heer the flowers that
bud
Are but a womans flesh and blood.
Thy
nose a promontory faire,
Thy necke a necke of land;
At natures gifts that are so rare
All men amaz'd
doe stand:
But to the cleerer judgement those
Are but a womans necke and nose.
For foure lines
in passion I can dye
As is the lovers guise,
And dabble too in Poetry
Whilst love possest, then wise
As greatest States-men, or as those
That know love
best, yet live in Prose.
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First line: I'd have her merry laugh and smile
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, pp.63-4.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
New. another Song, and direct your voice to this Lady.
Song.
I'de have her merry, laugh,
and smile,
And then look grave and sad:
In
every humour but a while,
Make love as 'tis, that's
mad.
I'de have your dresse of severall shapes,
Like Proteus carv'd, not he,
n humour a she
coy Jackanapes
Then a grave Monkey be.
Discourse
of all that comes to sence,
But speak none, yet still
speak,
No matter here is no offence,
But
to speake matter weak.
With thy soft voice sing
me asleep,
Then startle me awake,
With Loves
notes passion make we weep,
Then merry for thy sake.
Enter Jeere Minor (the Song ended.)
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First line: Why then let us drink
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.65.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
For. I hope you will conceale it Gentlemen.
(They circle him, and sing.
Song.
Why
then let us drinke,
Away skurvy thinke,
And
do't till we winke;
Which is just to be
So drunke not to see.
First Maudlin to weep,
Then after to sleep;
Wht then let us drinke,
And do't till we winke,
Away skurvy thinke.
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First line: I swear by Muscadel [That I do love thee well]
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, pp.66-7.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Composer: John Wilson ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.254, n.1601 [Music] Wilson, John, Cheerfull Ayres of Ballads (1660), pp.108-9 (UMI(2) 44:10).
Text of song:
New. Mistriss Lucie, I am her servant; come drink this narrow sea to her health, you must be drunk infallibly, Ile give a reason;<sings> I sweare by Muscadell That I do love her well; <speaks> come yee Mermaids----
For. Ile do you reason then; but is this Muscadell? Mr Newman has sworne; for my own part, Gentlemen, I desire it should go no further.
Song.
I sweare
by Muscadell
That I do love thee well,
And
more than I can tell.
By the White, Claret, and Sack
I do love thy Black, black, black,
I do love thy
black, black, black.
No Goddesse 'mongst them
all
So slender, and so tall,
And gratefull
too withall,
Which makes my sinews to crack
For thy black, black, black,
For thy dainty black, black.
So lovely, and so faire,
Though shaddow'd
with they haire,
So nimble, just like aire;
All these set me on loves wrack
For thy black, black,
black,
For thy dainty black, black.
Thy
kind and cunning eye,
When first it did espy,
Our love it did descry,
Dumbe speaking, what d'you
lack?
Mine answer'd, thy black, black,
Thy dainty black, black, blacke.
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First line: But first in fancy we will fool
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.68.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
But first in Phansie we will foole,
Pull off our Dublets, drinke more coole,
Our hats
upon our heads not stay,
For each health wee'l throw
them away
So Periwig, or Fringe, or Border,
The naked truth wee'l drink in order.
And to the
Musick as they play
A Phansie Peece wee'l throw away,
Untill we are drein'd, can draw no more,
And
the next day all cry therefore.
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First line: As I singing now came down
Source Edition: The Variety, or The Dancing Master (1649), 4.1, p.69.
First Performed: revived 10 December 1661 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 468:12
Author: William Cavendish, Duke of Newcastle and James Shirley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song in the Throne.
As I singing now
came down,
I do bring you Bacchus Crown:
rom the plumpe Lord of the vine
Clusterd grapes to make
you wine,
Your sweld Temples circling in,
Crown'd with this, and bath'd within;
Therefore
your best wishes bring,
Place this Garland on your King.
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First line: Love's but the frailty of the mind
Source Edition: The Way of the World (1700), 3.1, p.42.
First Performed: 5 March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 60:10
Author: William Congreve
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Score appears in broadside (UMI(2) 1612:22).
Text of song:
Milla. Desire Mrs.---that is in the next Room to sing the Song, I wou'd have learnt Yesterday. You shall hear it Madam---not that there's any great matter in it---But 'tis agreeable to my Humour.
Set by Mr. John Eccles, and Sung by Mrs. Hodgson.
SONG.
I.
Love's but the frailty of the
Mind,
When 'tis not with Ambition join'd;
A sickly Flame, which if not fed expires;
And feeding,
wasts in Self-consuming Fires.
II.
'Tis
not to wound a wanton Boy
Or am'rous Youth, that
gives the Joy;
But 'tis the Glory to have pierc'd
a Swain,
For whom inferiour Beauties sigh'd in vain.
III.
Then I alone the Conquest prize
When I insult a Rival's Eyes:
If there's
Delight in Love, 'tis when I see
That Heart which
others bleed for, bleed for me.
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First line: Prithee fill me the glass
Source Edition: The Way of the World (1700), 4.1, pp.62-3.
First Performed: 5 March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 60:10
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Wil. 'Sheart, an you grutch me your Liquor, make a Bill---Give me more drink and take my Purse.
Sings,
Prithee fill me the Glass
Till it laugh in
my Face,
With Ale that is Potent and Mellow;
He that Whines for a Lass,
Is an Ignorant Ass,
For a Bumper has not its Fellow.
But if you wou'd have me Marry my Cosen,---say the Word, and I'll do't---Wilfull will do't, that's the Word ---Wilfull will do't, that's my Crest---my Motto I have forgot.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: We'll drink and we'll never ha'done boys
Source Edition: The Way of the World (1700), 4.1, p.63.
First Performed: 5 March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 60:10
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Lady. My Nephew's a little overtaken Cosen---but 'tis with drinking your Health---O' my Word you are oblig'd to him.
Sir Wil. In vino veritas Aunt,---If I drunk your Health to day Cosen---I am a Borachio. But if you have a mind to be Marry'd, say the Word, and send for the Piper, Wilfull will do't. If not, dust it away, and let's have tother round---Tony, Ods heart where's Tony---Tony's an honest fellow, but he spits after a Bumper, and that's a Fault.
Sings,
We'll drink and we'll
never ha'done Boys
Put the glass then around with
the Sun Boys
Let Apollo's Example invite us;
For he's drunk every Night,
And that makes
him so bright,
That he's able next Morning to light
us.
the Sun's a good Pimple, an honest Soaker, he has a Cellar at your Antipodes <...>
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First line: To drink is a Christian diversion
Source Edition: The Way of the World (1700), 4.1, p.64.
First Performed: 5 March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 60:10
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Wil. Turks, no; no Turks, Aunt: Your Turks are Infidels, and believe not in the Grape. Your Mahometan, your Mussulman is a dry Stinkard---No Offence, Aunt. My Map says that your Turk is not so honest a Man as your Christian---I cannot find by the Map that your Mufti is Orthodox--- Whereby it is a plain Case, that Orthodox is a hard Word, Aunt, and (hiccup) Greek for Claret.
Sings.
To drink is a Christian Diversion,
Unknown
to the Turk and the Persian:
Let Mahometan Fools
Live by Heathenish Rules,
And be damn'd over
Tea-Cups and Coffee.
But let British Lads sing,
Crown a Health to the King,
And a Fig for your
Sultan and Sophy.
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First line: And a fig for your Sultan and Sophy
Source Edition: The Way of the World (1700), 4.1, p.65.
First Performed: 5 March 1700 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 60:10
Author: William Congreve
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Wil. Lead on little Tony---I'll follow thee my Anthony, My Tantony, Sirrah thou sha't be my Tantony; and I'll be thy Pig.
---And a fig for your Sultan and Sophy.
[Exit Singing with Witwou'd.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of the final line of WCTWOTW4 >.
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First line: Thus like a spark and a bully o'th town
Source Edition: Wits Led by the Nose, or A Poet's Revenge (1677), 2.1, p.10.
First performed: 16 or 18? June 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:7
Author: William Chamberlayne (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
<1.>
Thus like a Spark and a Bully o'th' Town,
I Ramble i'th' Streets, and Roam up and down.
No lover so decently ere made approach,
But first
he debauch'd his dear self in a Coach;
The act being
done, to his Miss with a noise
Of scraping dull Rascals,
and rabble of boyes,
In Nonsence he chatters the height
of his joys.
2.
But your Knight
Alamode, your man of pretence,
Who comes arm'd all
over with nothing but sence;
With Gawdy rich Cloths,
Perfume, Patch, and Paint;
Can't such a Lover be
less then a Saint?
For they drest all Airie, and Puritie
prove,
No blessing so great, so great as your Love.
3.
Your Love, that chief bliss of our
Mortal Estate,
Though oftentimes Clouded with envie and
hate,
We Slaves must admire, and gladly pursue,
Though we lose both our senses, our pleasures, and you.
What man that's a Lover, and boldly dare move,
But durst for enjoyment, forsake all above,
Though that
minute he's damn'd, and damn'd for his Love.
[A Serenade, and then a Dance; all the while they Sing and Dance, Theocrine and Julia are seen in the Balconee].
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First line: The joys of debauch in the night are most sweet
Source Edition: Wits Led by the Nose, or A Poet's Revenge (1677), 2.3, p.20.
First performed: 16 or 18? June 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:7
Author: William Chamberlayne (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sym. But by your favour I think my Song, here without Premedditation, is as good as your Divine Celestial and Soul Charming business. Bully, your Judgment.
SONG.
<1.>
The joyes of Debauch
in the Night are most sweet,
When Passion and Guinnies
with a Doxy we meet;
Though she plyes up and down
Like a Miss of the Town,
To oblige ev'ry Cully
will give her a Crown,
Yet I Gad she'l be kind to
him she approves,
And deposite her dust to the man that
she loves.
2.
Oh the pleasant
Harang of a Citizens Wife,
Who loves to oblige a dear
Spark with her life;
Her Husband poor Cully,
For fear of the Bully
Sits Mumping at home,
While abroad she doth Roam.
At Night being Cloy'd
by Debauch and its Charms,
She's asleep when the
Cuccold should melt in her Arms.
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First line: See each wind leaves civil wars
Source Edition: Wits Led by the Nose, or A Poet's Revenge (1677), 3.4, p.35.
First performed: 16 or 18? June 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:7
Author: William Chamberlayne (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
See each wind leaves
Civil Wars,
And Heav'n approves the Sacrifice;
Whilst to behold it all the Stars
Glitter to light
the Deities.
Cho. Peace reigns through ev'ry Element,
Whilst this blest pair to Heav'n are sent.
Sparta's
fair Ephigenia di'd
A spotted Sacrifice to this,
Bright Nymph compar'd, whose Virgin pride
Sayes
Nature nought hath done amiss.
Cho. Yet she must live
where Time shall be
Confounded in Eternity.
Prepare, prepare, the fatal stroke
Which Life
and Soul must separate,
Goodness may pity not revoke
The firm Decrees of certain fate.
Cho. They come,
they come, their ways prepare,
And lead 'em through
the pathless Air,
Lead 'em to live where Time shall
be
Counfounded in Eternity.
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First line: Make haste make haste [The time doth waste]
Source Edition: Wits Led by the Nose, or A Poet's Revenge (1677), 4.3, pp.39-40.
First performed: 16 or 18? June 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:7
Author: William Chamberlayne (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG. By the Spirits.
<1.>
1 Spi. Make hast, make hast,
The time doth
wast
And flyes too fast.
Cho. Therefore Remove
These sinners from their bliss Above,
For they
must share
With us in Everlasting Care.
<2.>
2 Spi. Remember old man, and ye sprightly young Blade,
The Lover, the Lover, to death was betray'd;
At Ardenna by you he was strangely remov'd,
Because
he too fondly pursu'd what he lov'd.
3 Spi. For
which you sall be
Tormented by me,
For ever,
for ever, by him, and by me.
Cho. For which, &c.
3.
1 Spi. Come let's remove.
2 Spi. Come let's remove.
4 Spi. This lump
of Diseases and scandal of Love,
Let's bear 'em
from hence to their Torments below,
Where Lavishing Sould
are wrap'd up in woe;
There to Tortures they shall
for their mischiefs be sent,
Yet never, Oh never, Oh
never Repent.
Cho. There to, &c.
[The Song being ended, the four Spirits drive Sir Symon into the middle of the Stage, and Dance; the Dance being ended, they hurry him away.
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First line: I had a miss a dainty dainty miss
Source Edition: Wits Led by the Nose, or A Poet's Revenge (1677), 5.2, p.50.
First performed: 16 or 18? June 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 593:7
Author: William Chamberlayne (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sym...Gad Drayner let's serenade him with the second part of the same Tune.
Sings Ridiculously.
I had a Miss, a Dainty, Dainty Miss,
Who could
at once, Dissemble, Cog, and Kiss;
This Miss I gad grew
weary of the Life,
Jilted Sir Jasper, and became a Wife.
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First line: With cable and thong he drew her along
Source Edition: Love and Honour (1649), 3.1, p.17.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 21 October 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:10
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Alt. Quick, in with her Vasco, whilst the fit holds.
Exeunt Widow, Vas. Lel.
With cable and
thong he drew her along,
so heavily to the Priest,
And vow'd to undoe her, ere he did wooe her,
make her up after who list.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: No morning red and blushing fair
Source Edition: Love and Honour (1649), 4.1, p.22.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 21 October 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:10
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Altesto. Come boy, lift up your voyce to yon bay window,
Sing the Song I gave you last night, and firke
Your fidles bravely too, beare up the burthen.
Boy.
No morning red, and blushing faire,
be through your glass,
or curtaines spyd,
But cloudy gray, as the short hayre,
of your old everlasting Bride.
Chor. So old, so
wondrous old, i'th nonage of Time,
Ere Adam wore
beard, she was in her Prime.
Boy. Whose swarthy,
dry'd westphalia hipps,
are shrunk to mummie in her
skin,
Whose gummes are empty, and her lipps,
like eyelids hairy and as thin.
Chor. So old, so wondrous
old, &c.
Boy. For Am'rous sighs which
virgins use,
she coughs aloud from lungs decayd,
And with her palsey cannot chuse
but shake, like
th'trembling of a maid.
Chor. So old, so wondrous
old, &c.
Boy. And when her nightly labour
swells,
to vast extent, her pregnant wombe,
Midwives believe, that it foretells,
a hopefull Timpany
to come.
Chor. So old, so wondrous old, &c.
Boy. What need her husband then vex heaven,
and for a plenteous off-spring begge,
Since all the Issue
can be given,
is that which runneth in her legge.
Chor. So old, so wondrous old, &c.
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First line: O draw your curtains and appear
Source Edition: Love and Honour (1649), 5.1, p.30.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 21 October 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:10
Author: Sir William Davenant
Composer: William Lawes
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.303, n.2462) [Music and Lyrics] New Ayres and Dialogues, 1678, pp.44-5. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Enter Alvaro, Prospero, Leonel. and Boy (to sing.)...
Alva. Come sing;
would musick had the power to give
A life, as it hath
had to move things dead.
Song.
O
draw your Curtaines and appeare,
Ere long, like sparkes
that upward flie,
We can but vainly say you were,
So soon you'l vanish from the eye.
And
in what Star we both shall find
(For sure you can't
divided be)
Is not to Lovers Art assign'd,
'Twill puzzle wise Astrology.
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First line: Speak sister speak is the deed done
Source Edition: Macbeth (1664), 2.[3], pp.25-6.
First performed: 5 November 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:28 (1674)
Author: William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
First Song by Witches.
1 Witch. Speak,
Sister, speak; is the deed done?
2 Witch. Long ago, long
ago:
Above twelve glasses since have run.
3 Witch. Ill deeds are seldom slow;
Nor single: following
crimes on former wait.
The worst of creatures fastest
propagate.
Many more murders must this one ensue,
As if in death were propagation too.
2 Witch. He
will.
1 Witch. He shall.
3 Witch. He must
spill much more bloud;
And become worse, to make his
Title good.
1 Witch. Now let's dance.
2 Witch. Agreed.
3 Witch. Agreed.
4 Witch.
Agreed.
Chorus. We shou'd rejoyce when good Kings
bleed.
When Cattel die, about we go,
What
then, when Monarchs perish, should we do?
Macd. What can this be?
La. Macd. This is most strange:
but why seem you affraid?
Can you be capable of fears,
who have
So often caus'd it in your Enemies?
Macd. It was an hellish Song, I cannot dread
Ought that is mortal; but this is something more.
<NOTE: The second song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Let's have a dance upon the heath
Source Edition: Macbeth (1664), 2.[3], p.27.
First performed: 5 November 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:28 (1674)
Author: William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Second Song <of the Witches>.
Let's
have a dance upon the Heath;
We gain more life by Duncan's
death.
Sometimes like brinded Cats we shew,
Having no musick but our mew.
Sometimes we dance in some
old mill,
Upon the hopper, stones, and wheel.
To some old saw, or Bardish Rhime,
Where still the Mill
clack does keep time.
Sometimes about an hollow tree,
A round, a round, a round dance we.
Thither the
chirping Cricket comes,
And Beetle, singing drowsie hums.
Sometimes we dance o're Fens and Furs,
To howls
of wolves, and barks of Curs.
And when with none of those
we meet,
We dance to th' ecchoes of our feet.
At the night-Raven's dismal voice,
Whilst others
tremble, we rejoyce;
And nimbly, nimbly dance we still
To th' ecchoes from an hollow Hill.
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First line: Heccate Heccate Heccate O come away
Source Edition: Macbeth (1664), 3.[2], p.44.
First performed: 5 November 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:28 (1674)
Author: William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
[Musick and Song.
Heccate, Heccate, Heccate! O come away:
<Hecate. spoken>
Hark, I am call'd, my little Spirit see,
Sits in
a foggy Cloud, and stays for me.
Sing within. [Machine descends.
Come away Heccate, Heccate! Oh come away:
<NOTE: These two lines are the only lyrics provided for these songs, unless the couplet by Hecate is sung (which is unlikely). Below is the original upon which Davenant based his version>.
Musicke, and a Song.
Hearke, I am call'd: my little Spirit see
Sits in a Foggy cloud, and stayes for me.
Sing within.
Come away, come away, &c. <"Macbeth", (1623 ed.), 3.5, p.143>.
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First line: Black spirits and white
Source Edition: Macbeth (1664), 4.1, pp.46-7.
First performed: 5 November 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:28 (1674)
Author: William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hec. Oh well done, I commend your pains,
And
every one shall share the Gains.
And now about the Cauldron
sing,
Like Elves and Fairies in a ring.
Musick and Song.
Hec. Black Spirits, and white,
Red Spirits and Gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
1 Witch. Tiffin, Tiffin, keep
it stiff in,
Fire-drake Puckey, make it luckey:
Liar Robin, you must bob in.
Chor. A round, a round,
about, about,
All ill come running in, all good keep
out.
1. Here's the bloud of a Bat!
Hec.
O put in that, put in that.
2. Here's Lizards brain,
Hec. Put in a grain.
1. Here's Juice of Toad,
here's Oyl of Adder,
That will make the Charm grow
madder.
2. Put in all these, 'twill raise the stanch;
Hec. Nay here's three ounces of a red-hair'd Wench.
Chor. A round, a round, &c.
2. I by the
pricking of my Thumbs,
Know something Wicked this way
comes,
Open Locks, whoever knocks.
<NOTE: Below is the original upon which Davenant based his version>.
Hec. O well done: I commend your paines,
And
euery one shall share i'th' gaines:
And now about
the Cauldron sing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Musicke and a Song.
Blacke Spirits, &c.
<NOTE: No other lyrics are provided for this song."Macbeth" (1623 ed.), 4.1, p.144>.
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