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First line: When Damon first began to love
Source Edition: The Rover, or The Banished Cavaliers (1677), 2.1, pp.20-1.
First performed: 24 March 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:3
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
<I.>
When Damon first
began to Love
He languisht in a soft desire,
And knew not how the Gods to move,
To lessen or increase
his Fire.
For Caelia in her charming Eyes
Wore all Love's sweets, and all his cruelties.
II.
But as beneath a Shade he lay,
Weaving of Flow'rs
for Caelia's hair,
She chanc't to lead her Flock
that way,
And saw the Am'rous Shepherd there.
She gaz'd around upon the place,
And saw the
Grove (resembling Night)
To all the joys of Love invite,
Whilst guilty smiles and blushes drest her Face.
At this the bashful Youth all Transport grew,
And with
kind force he taught the Virgin how
To yield what all
his sighs cou'd never do.
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First line: Stay gentle shadow of my dove
Source Edition: The Rover, or The Banished Cavaliers (1677), 4.2, pp.53-4.
First performed: 24 March 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:3
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Will.
How now turn'd shaddow!
Fly when I pursue! and follow
when I fly!
[Sings.] Stay gentle shadow of my
Dove
And tell me e're I go,
Whether the
substance may not prove
A Fleeting thing like you.
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First line: Love in fantastic triumph sat
Source Edition: Abdelazer, or The Moor's Revenge (1675), 1.1, p.1.
First performed: c.April 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Rich Chamber.
A Table with Lights, Abdelazer sullenly leaning his head on his hands;
--- after a little while, still Musick plays.
SONG.
Love
in Phantastique Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding hearts about
him flow'd,
For whom fresh pays he did create,
And strange Tyrannick pow'r he shew'd;
From thy bright Eyes he took his fires,
Which round about
in sport he hurl'd;
But 'twas from mine he took
desires,
Enough t' undoe the Amorous world.
From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee
his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and
fears,
And ev'ry killing Dart from thee:
Thus thou, and I, the God have arm'd,
And set him
up a Deity,
But my poor heart alone is harm'd,
Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.
After which he rouzes, and gazes.
Abd. On me this Musick
lost?---this sound on me
That hates all softness?---What
ho, my Slaves!
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First line: Make haste Amintas come away
Source Edition: Abdelazer, or The Moor's Revenge (1675), 2.2, p.22.
First performed: c.April 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Francis Forcer ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.286, n.2158 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), pp.60-2 (UMI(2) 286:12)
Text of song:
Ord. The Musick you commanded, Sir, is ready.
SONG.
Nymph.
Make haste Amintas, come away,
The Sun is up and will
not stay,
And oh how very short's a Lovers day.
Make haste, Amintas, to this Grove,
Beneath whose
shade so oft I've sat,
And heard my dear lov'd
Swain repeat,
How much he Galatea lov'd;
Whilst all the listening Birds around,
Sung to the Musick
of the blessed sound.
Make haste Amintas, come away,
The Sun is up and will not stay,
And oh how very
short's a Lovers day.
Swain enters, with Shepherds and Shepherdesses, and Pipes.
I hear thy charming
voice, my Fair,
And see bright Nymph, thy Swain is here;
Who his devotions had much earlier paid,
But that
a Lamb of thine was stray'd:
And I the little wanderer
have brought,
That with one angry look from thy fair
eyes,
Thou mayst the little Fugitive chastise;
Too great a punishment for any fault.
Come Galatea,
haste away,
The Sun is up and will not stay,
And oh how very short's a Lovers day.
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First line: Lucinda is bewitching fair
Source Edition: Abdelazer, or The Moor's Revenge (1675), not printed in play.
First performed: c.April 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 167:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: 'the Boy'; Bowen in second edition.
Source/s of Music: Day and Murrie, p.285, n.2141 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus... Fourth Book, 1695, pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 1899:4) and others.
Text of song:
<Boy.> Lucinda is bewitching
fair,
All o're ingaging is her Air;
In
ev'ry Song Lucinda's fam'd,
She is the Queen
of Love proclaim'd,
To all She does a Flame impart,
Expiring Victims feel her Dart;
Lu<cinda is bewitching fair>--&c. First strain again.
Strephon for her has Love exprest,
Philander
sighs to<o> with the rest;
Rack't with
despair each one complains,
Unmov'd, untouch't,
She all disdains.
Lu<cinda is bewitching fair>-- End with the first Strain from this mark.
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First line: Morpheus thou gentle god of soft repose
Source Edition: Achilles; or, Iphigenia in Aulis (1699), 4.1, p.27.
First Performed: December 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 224:13 (1700)
Author: Abel Boyer
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Erwin
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Music appears in broadside (UMI(2) 1613:28)
Text of song:
A SONG Set by Mr. PURCEL, and Sung by Mrs. ERWIN.
I.
Morpheus, thou gentle
God of soft Repose,
Th'unruly Tumults of my Mind
compose;
Allay the Fury of my anxious Care,
Drive hence black Thoughts, and chase away Despair.
Here
let indulgent Fancy sooth my Pain,
Here let me sleep,
and never wake again.
II.
What's
this I feel? What this within my Breast,
Strikes such
alarms, and will not let me rest?
'Tis Jealousy, tormenting
Jealousy!
The Bane of Love, tormenting Jealousy!
III.
I rage, I rave, I burn, my Soul's
o'fire:
Tortur'd with wild despair, and fierce
desire.
My Strephon's loss, I cannot, will not bear;
I'll be reveng'd, and more than Woman dare.
Death, only Death can now my Thoughts employ,
I must
my Rival, or my self destroy.
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First line: Oh Diana whose dread eyes
Source Edition: Achilles; or, Iphigenia in Aulis (1699), 5.1, pp.45-6.
First Performed: December 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 224:13 (1700)
Author: Abel Boyer
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
While a Symphony is playing an Altar is rais'd near the Sea-Shore. Enter King Agamemnon weeping; Menelaus, Nestor, Ulysses, Arcas,&c. Calchas the High Priest; Iphigenia between two Priests; Eriphile, Doris.
A CHORUS of PRIESTS.
The INVOCATION to DIANA.
I.
Oh!
Diana! Whose dread Eyes
Delight in humane Sacrifice:
Oh! Diana! Cease to frown
And with gentle Smiles
look down,
While with flowry Wreaths we this fair Victim
crown.
Chorus. Crown, Crown, the Victim Crown
That bleeds for bright Renown;
And on her Virgin head
The pure Libation shed,
While these to chaste Diana
holy measures tread.
II.
Guardian
of each Hill and Grove,
And Queen of the great Gods above,
Fill, oh! Fill with prosperous Gales
Our spreading
Sails;
And to the Phrygian Coast
Convey the
Grecian Host;
That with avenging Arm's they may destroy,
Th'adulterous Guest, with his perfidious Troy.
Chorus. That with avenging Arms, &c. &c.
III.
This Royal Victim our atonement
makes,
For hark! The slumbring Winds awakes;
See, see the Fleet now big with War,
Flys swiftly to
the Trojan Shoar.
Hark! Hark! Now the glorious Din's
begun,
Last Chorus. Now, now the Drums rattle,
And all around,
The loud Trumpets resound,
And Clanglors rebound,
Oh! The wild Furies of Battle!
The Victory's won,
They run, they run, they
run:
Io! Io! Victoria! They all shout amain,
Victoria! Great Hector, great Hector is slain
Troy's
won: Her lofty Towers tumble all,
See, see, how they
fall,
Io! Io! Victoria! Victoria!
Last Chorus.
Now, now the Drums rattle, &c. &c.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The False Count, or, A New Way to Play an Old Game (1681), 4.1, p.40.
First performed: October? 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:5 (1682)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song: Guil. Come---fall to, old Boy,---thou art not merry; what have we none that can give us a song?
Anto. Oh, Sir, we have an Artist aboard I'll assure you; Seignior Cashier, shall I beg the favour of you to show your Skill?
Pet. Sir, my Wife and I'm at your service.
Guil. Friend, what Language can you Sing?
Pet. Oh, Sir, your Singers speak all Languages.
Guil. Sayst thou so, prethee then let's have a touch of Heathen Greek.
Pet. That you shall, Sir, Sol la me fa sol, &c.
Fran. Hum, I think this is indeed Heathen Greek. I'm sure 'tis so to me.
Guil. Ay, that may be, but I understand every word on't.
Fran. Good lack, these Lords are very Learned men.
Pet. Now, Sir, you shall hear one of an other Language from my Wife and I.
[Sing a Dialogue in French.
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First line: Ta la ta la la ta la
Source Edition: The False Count, or, A New Way to Play an Old Game (1682), 4.1, pp.41-2.
First performed: October? 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:5 (1682)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fran. All---why they'll make Eunuchs of us, my Lord, Eunuchs of us poor men, and ly with all our Wives!
Guil. Shaw, that's nothing, 'tis good for the Voice,---how sweetly we shall sing, ta, la, ta la la, ta la, &c.
Fran. Ay, 'twill make you sing another note, I'll warrant you.
Guil. Ay, Ay, there's never smoake but there's some fire--- come let's away---ta la, tan ta la, la la, &c. [Draws.
[Ex. singing, and Antonio, and Pet.
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First line: How strangely does my passion grow
Source Edition: The False Count, or, A New Way to Play an Old Game (1682), 4.2, pp.51-2.
First performed: October? 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:5 (1682)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The SONG.
How strangely does my Passion grow,
Divided equally 'twixt two?
Damon had ne'er
subdu'd my Heart,
Had not Alexis took his part:
Nor, cou'd Alexis powerfull prove,
Without
my Damon's aid, to gain my Love.
When my Alexis
present is,
Then I for Damon sigh and mourn;
But, when Alexis I do miss,
Damon gains nothing but my
scorn:
And, if it chance they both are by;
For both, alas! I languish, sigh, and die.
Cure
then, thou mighty Winged God,
This raging Feaver in my
Blood.
One golden-pointed Dart take back;
But, which, O Cupid, wilt thou take?
If Damon's,
all my hopes are crost:
Or, that of my Alexis, I am lost.
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First line: Sitting by yonder riverside
Source Edition: Sir Patient Fancy (1678), 3.1, p.30.
First performed: 17 January 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Thomas Farmer ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.333, n.2992 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.35 (UMI(2) 286:12).
Text of song:
SONG Made by a Gent.
Sitting
by yonder River Side
Parthenia thus to Cloe cry'd,
Whil'st from the fair Nymphs Eyes apace
Another
Stream o'reflow'd her Beautious Face.
Ah happy
Nymph, said she, that can
So little value that false
Creature man.
Oft the perfidious things will cry,
Alass they burn, they bleed, they dye;
But if they're
absent half a day,
Nay, let 'em be but one poor hour
away,
No more they dye, no more complain,
But like unconstant wretches live again.
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First line: Thou grief of my heart and thou pearl of my eyes
Source Edition: Sir Patient Fancy (1678), 3.2, p.43.
First performed: 17 January 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Cred. <...> hold, hold, now for the Song, which because I wou'd have most Deliciously and Melodiously sung, I'le sing my self: look ye,---hum---hum.---
Sir Credulous should have Sung.
Thou grief of my heart, and
thou Pearl of my Eyes,
D'on on Flannel Peticoat quickly,
and rise:
And from thy resplendent window discover
A face that wou'd mortify any young Lover:
For I like great Jove Transformed do wooe,
And am Amorous
Owl, To wit to woo, to wit to woo.
A Lover Ads
Zoz is a sort of a tool
That of all things you best may
compare to an Owl:
For in some dark shades he delights
still to sit,
And all the night long he cries Wo to wit.
Then rise my bright Cloris and d'on on slip-shoe:
And hear thy Amorous Owl chant, Wit to woo, wit to woo.
<speaks> ---Well, this won't do, for I perceive no Window open, nor Lady-bright appear, to talk obligingly,---perhaps the Song does not please her, you Ballad-singers, have you no good Songs of another fashion?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately>.
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First line: Ill wedded joys how quickly do you fade
Source Edition: Sir Patient Fancy (1678), 3.2, p.43.
First performed: 17 January 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1. Man. No no, Sir, I only gave my fellow a hint of an excellent Ballad that begins---I'll wodded joys how quickly do you fade.[Sings.
Sir Cred. Aye, aye that, we'l have that,---I'll wodded joys how quickly do you fade,---[Sings] That's excellent! Oh now the Windows open, now, now show your capering tricks. [Valting.
[They all play again.
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First line: Have you heard a Spanish lady
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.1, p.21.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Fetherfool Singing and Dancing.
Feth. Have you
heard a Spanish Lady,
How she woo'd an English Man;
Blu. <speaks> Whe how now Fetherfool?
Feth. <sings> Garments gay and rich as may
be
Deckt with Jewels, had she on.
Blu. <speaks> Whe how now, Justice, what, run madout of the Dog-days?
Feth. <sings> Of a
comely Countenance and Grace is she,
A sweeter Creature
in the World there could not be.
Shift. <speaks> Whe what the Devil's the matter, Sir?
Blu. Stark mad, 'Sdhartlikins.
Feth. <sings> Of a comely Countenance---<speaks> well, Lieutenant, the most Heroick and Illustrious Madona! thou sawst her, Ned:<sings> And of a comely Counte---the most Magnetick face---<speaks> well---I knew the Charms of these eyes of mine were not made in vain: I was design'd for great things, that's certain---<sings> And a sweeter Creature in the World there could not be. [Singing.
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First line: 'Tis this that cures the lover's pain
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.1, p.24.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Will.
<...> 'Tis this that Cures the Lovers pain,
And Celia of her cold disdain.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: New flames shall sparkle in those eyes
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.1, p.27.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wil. There are.
New Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes;
And these Gray Hairs flowing and bright shall rise:
These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear,
And all your wither'd
Limbs so smooth and cleer,
As shall a general Wonder
move,
And wound a thousand Hearts with Love.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Phillis whose heart was unconfin'd
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.2, p.28.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Thomas Farmer (recorded as Francis Forcer by Day and Murrie) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.316, n.2695 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fourth Book (1683), p.29 (UMI(2) 286:14) et al.
Text of song:
Aria. I'me thoughtful: Prithee, Cousin, sing some foolish Song---
SONG.
<Luci.> Phillis whose heart was unconfin'd,
And free as Flowers on Meads and Plains.
None boasted
of her being kind,
'Mongst all the Languishing and
Amorous Swains:
No sighs nor tears the Nymph could move
[Bis.
To pity, or return their Love.
'Till
on a time, the hapless Maid
Retir'd, to shun the
heat o'th' day,
Into a Grove beneath, whose Shade,
Strephon, the careless Shepherd, sleeping lay:
But oh such charms the youth adorn, [Bis.
Love is reveng'd
for all her scorn.
Her Cheeks with Blushes covered
were,
And tender sighs her Bosom warm;
A
softness in her eyes appear,
Unusual pains she feels
from every Charm:
To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries,
[Bis.
For Modesty to speak denies.
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First line: Somme nous pas trope heureux
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.2, pp.29-30.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[She turns, sees him, and walks from the Glass, he take no notice of her, but tricks himself in the Glass, humming a Song.
Aria. Beaumond, what Devil brought him hither to prevent me: I hate the formal Matrimonial Fop. [Walks about and sings.
Somme
nous pas trope heureux
Bell Irise que nous ensemble.
<speaks> ---A Devil on him, he may chance to plague me till night, and hinder my dear assignation. [Sings again.
La Nuite est se sombre voiles
Coverie, nous
desires ardant;
Et l' Amour est les Etoyles,
Son nous secret confidents.
<NOTE: The next song follow immediately after this one>.
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First line: A pox of love and woman-kind
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 2.2, p.32.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Beau. Pox on't, how dull am I at an excuse. [Sets his Wig in the Glass, and sings.
A Pox of Love and
Woman-kind,
And all the Fops adore 'em.
[Puts on his Hat, Cocks it and goes to her.
<speaks> How is't Cuz?
Aria. You should not be the Man; you have a Mistriss, Sir, that has your heart, and all your softer hours: I know't, and if I were so wretched as to marry thee, must see my Fortune lavisht out on her, her Coaches Dress and Equipage exceed mine by far: possess she all the day thy hours of mirth, good humour and expence, thy smiles, thy kisses, and thy Charms of Wit. Oh how you talk and look when in her Presence! but when with me, [Sings.
A Pox of Love and Woman-kind,
And all the Fops adore 'em.
<speaks> How is't Cuz <...>
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First line: Vole vole dan's ceste cage
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 3.1, p.42.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Willmore Drest, Singing.
Will. Vole Vole dan's
ceste Cage,
Petite Oyso dans cet bocage.
<speaks> ---How now, fool, Where's the Doctor?
<NOTE: Will. reprises this (or part of this) song twice in the next twelve lines>.
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First line: A pox upon this needless scorn
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 4.5, pp.63-4.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.319, n.2735 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fourth Book (1683), p.24 (UMI(2) 286:14) et al.
Text of song:
Will. Come, my heart, lose
no time, but tune your Pipes.
[Harliquin plays on his
Guittar, and sings.
Beau. How, sure this is some Rival. [Goes near and listens.
Will. Harkye, Child, hast thou ne're an Amorous Ditty, short and sweet, hah---
Abev. Shall I not sing that you gave me, Sir---
Will. I shall spoil all with hard Questions---Ay, Child---that, that---
[The Boy sings, Beau. listens, and seems angry the while.
SONG.
A Pox
upon this needless Scorn,
Silvia for shame the Cheat
give o're,
The end to which the fair are born,
Is not to keep their Charms in store,
But lavishly
dispose in haste,
Of Joys which none but Youth improve;
Joys which decay when Beauty's past:
And who
when Beauty's past will Love.
When Age those
Glories shall deface,
Revenging all your cold disdain,
And Silvia shall neglected pass,
By every once
admiring Swain;
And we can only pity pay,
When you in vain too late shall burn:
If Love increase,
and Youth delay,
Ah, Silvia, who will make return?
Then haste, my Silvia, to the Grove,
Where all
the sweets of May conspire,
To teach us every Art of
Love,
And raise our Charms of Pleasure higher;
Where whil'st imbracing, we should lie
Loosely
in Shades, on Banks of Flowers:
The Duller World whil'st
we defie,
Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours.
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First line: No I will not hire your bed
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 5.1, p.70.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[She holds him, he shakes his head and sings.
No, no,
I will not hire your Bed,
Nor Tenant to your favours
be;
I will not farm your white and red,
You
shall not let your love to me:
I Court a Mistriss---not
a Landlady. [Bis.
<Fourteen lines separate this from a possible reprise>
Beau. You see our affairs are pressing---
[Bows and smiles carelesly. Ex. Will. singing.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), 5.4, p.81.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Will. Hah! hum, hum, hum, hum---
[Turns and sings, sees La Nuche, and returns quick with an uneasie Grimace.
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First line: That beauty I ador'd before
Source Edition: The Second Part of the Rover (1681), not printed in play.
First performed: January 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
I.
That Beauty I ador'd
before,
I now as much despise:
'Tis Money
only makes the Whore:
She that for love with her Crony
lies,
Is chaste: But that's the Whore that kisses
for prize.
2.
Let Jove with
Gold his Danae woo,
It shall be no rule for me:
Nay, 't may be I may do so too,
When I'me
as old as he
Till then I'le never hire the thing
that's free.
3.
If Coin
must your Affection Imp,
Pray get some other Friend:
My Pocket ne're shall be my Pimp,
I never that
intend,
Yet can be noble too, if I see they mend.
4.
Since Loving was a Liberal Art,
How canst thou trade for gain?
The pleasure is
on your part,
'Tis we Men take the pain:
And being so, must Women have the gain?
5.
No, no, I'le never farm your Bed,
Nor your
Smock-Tenant be:
I have to rent your white and red,
You shall not let your Love to me:
I court a Mistriss,
not a Landlady.
6.
A Pox take
him that first set up
Th' Excuse of Flesh and Skin:
And since it will no better be,
Let's both
to kiss begin;
To kiss freely; if not, you may go spin.
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First line: What is the recompence of war
Source Edition: The Amorous Prince, or The Curious Husband (1671), 5.3, pp.73-4.
First performed: 24 February 1671.
UMI(2) reel no.: 483:3
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
He <Lorenzo> walks about while this Song is Singing <from offstage>.
What is the recompence of War,
But soft as wanton Peace?
What the best Balsom
to our scars?
But that which Venus gave to Mars,
When he was circled in a kind embrace.
Behold a
Prince who never yet,
Was vanquisht in the Field;
A while his Glories must forget,
And lay his Laurels
at the feet
Of some fair Femal power, to whom he'le
yield.
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First line: Philander was a jolly swain
Source Edition: The City-Heiress: or, Sir Timothy Treat-all (1682), 3.1, p.28.
First performed: 21 April 1682 (Todd), Late April 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 270:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.315, n.2677 as "Philander once a merry Swain" [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fourth Book (1683), p.20 (UMI(2) 286:14) et alia.
Text of song:
Enter Musick playing, Sir Anthony Meriwill dancing with a Lady in his hand, Sir Charles with Lady Galliard, several other women and men.
Sir Anth. [singing.]
Philander was a jolly Swain,
And lov'd by
ev'ry Lass;
Whom when he met upon the Plain,
He laid upon the Grass.
And here be kist,
and there he play'd,
With this, and then the tother,
Till every wanton smiling Maid
At last became a
Mother.
And to her Swain, and to her Swain,
The Nymph begins to yield;
Ruffle, and breathe,
then to't again,
Thou'rt Master of the Field.
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First line: Ah Jenny gen [gin] your eyes do kill
Source Edition: The City-Heiress: or, Sir Timothy Treat-all (1682), 3.1, p.32.
First performed: 21 April 1682 (Todd), Late April 1682 (Danchin).
UMI(2) reel no.: 270:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.61 [Music] The Newest Collection of the Choicest Songs (1683), pp.7-8 (UMI(2) 1598:13) et alia.
Text of song:
Char. Marry and I's have ene a Song tol that tune, Sir.
Wild. Dear Creature, let me beg it.
Char. Gued faith, ya shall not, Sir, I's sing without entreaty.
SONG.
Ah, Jenny, gen [Gin] your Eyes do kill,
You'll
let me tell my pain;
Gued faith, I lov'd against
my will,
But wad not break my Chain.
I once
was call'd a bonny Lad,
Till that fair face if yours
Betray'd the freedom ence I had,
And ad my
bleether howers.
But noo ways me, like Winter
looks,
My gloomy showering Eyne,
And on the
banks of shaded Brooks,
I pass my wearied time.
I call the Streem that gleedeth on,
To witness
if it see,
On all the flowry Brink along,
A Swain so true as Iee.
Wild. This very Swain
am I, so true and so forlorn, unless you pity me.
This
is an excellently Charlot wants, at least I never heard her sing.[Aside.
<NOTE: See the score for the third verse to this song, not printed in the play. Note also that in the score "gen" is given as "Gin" in italics the same as the name "Jenny" implying that it is a surname>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The City-Heiress: or, Sir Timothy Treat-all (1682), 3.1, p.35.
First performed: 21 April 1682 (Todd), Late April 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 270:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Tim. Well, my Lord, how do you like our English Beauties?
Wild. Extreamly, Sir; and was pressing this young Lady to give us a Song.
Here is an Italian Song in two parts.
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First line: And Philander was a jolly swain (reprise)
Source Edition: The City-Heiress: or, Sir Timothy Treat-all (1682), 3.1, p.35.
First performed: 21 April 1682 (Todd), Late April 1682 (Danchin).
UMI(2) reel no.: 270:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: See ABTCH1.
Text
of song:
Sir Anth. Well said, Charles, thou leavest her
not, till she's thy own, Boy.---And Philander was a jolly Swain,
&c. Exit singing.
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First line: In Phillis all vile jilts are met
Source Edition: The City-Heiress: or, Sir Timothy Treat-all (1682), 4.1, p.37.
First performed: 21 April 1682 (Todd), Late April 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 270:7
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Giovanni Battista Draghi ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.263, n.1762 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fourth Book (1683), pp.14-5 (UMI(2) 286:14) et alia.
Text of song:
L. Gall. <...>
And to divert me, bid Betty sing the Song which Wilding Made to his
last Mistriss: we may judge by that What little Haunts and what low
Game he follows <...>
---But come, the Song.
[Enter Betty.
SONG.
In Phillis
all vile Jiles are met,
Foolish, uncertain, false, Coquette.
Love is her constant welcome Guest,
And still the
newest pleases best.
Quickly she likes, then leaves as
soon;
Her life on Woman's a Lampoon.
Yet
for the Plague of Humane Race,
This Devil has an Angels
Face;
Such Youth, such Sweetness in her look,
Who can be man, and not be took?
What former Love, what
Wit, what Art,
Can save a poor inclining heart?
In vain, a thousand times an hour,
Reason rebels
against her power.
In vain I rail, I curse her Charms;
One look my feeble Rage disarms.
There is Inchantment
in her Eyes;
Who sees 'em, can no more be wise.
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First line: A Pox of the cautious fool
Source Edition: The Debauchee, or The Credulous Cuckold (1677), 3.1, p.23.
First performed: February 1677 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:15
Author: Aphra Behn (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Care.> SINGS.
A Pox of
the cautious Fool,
That limits his time, and his Glass:
Who drinks, and who Wenches by rule,
Is Damn'd
for a Cynical Ass.
But give me the Boy that is gay,
Whose time is his slave, and will drink
Beyond
the dull limits of day,
And ne'r from his Company
shrink.
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First line: There was two cats sat on a well
Source Edition: The Debauchee, or The Credulous Cuckold (1677), 3.1, p.27.
First performed: February 1677 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:15
Author: Aphra Behn (?)
Lyrics: A familiar catch? Lyrics also appear in GPTID13.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Care. Now am I compassionate,---dear Sim, come kiss me,---kiss me, I say.---Why you scurvy coy Rascal, why don't you kiss me?---So dry your Eyes, and hear me sing a Song that will make thee weep afresh,---Listen with reverence.
SINGS.
There
was two Cats sat on a Well,
And one Cat there fell in:
But the Cat that sate by,
Wept bitterly;
Because that Cat was t'other Cats Cozin Germin.
But the Cat, &c.
[Ex. singing.
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First line: Prithee widow give o'er I cannot comply
Source Edition: The Debauchee, or The Credulous Cuckold (1677), 3.1, p.29.
First performed: February 1677 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:15
Author: Aphra Behn (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. Cro. <...> Prithee give me the Song he made to me the last time he was in the Country.--
SONG.
Prithee, Widow, give o're, I cannot comply,
What shall I lie mew'd, and kept tame till I die?
A Pox of the noose, and the fools it has made,
I ne're
can submit to keep up the dull trade.
In Wine and in
Love, I will spend all my life,
Give me the kind Damsel,
and damn the Fop-wife.
In Wine and in Love, &c.
[Exit, singing.
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First line: O she's a dainty widow
Source Edition: The Debauchee, or The Credulous Cuckold (1677), 4.1, p.43.
First performed: February 1677 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:15
Author: Aphra Behn (?)
Lyrics: A familiar catch? This line reappears in GPAVGW10.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Care. Why, then fare you well. Ile have as good a Widow, on every Ale-house Chimney.
[Sings. O she's a dainty Widow.
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First line: Amyntas led me to a grove
Source Edition: The Dutch Lover (1673), 2.6, pp.27-8.
First performed: 6 February 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 445:32
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in day and Murrie, p.171, n.151 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.56 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Cleo. Then prethee sing to me.
Franc. What Song, a merry or a sad?
Cleo. Please thy own humour, for then thou'lt sing best.
Franc. Well, Madam, I'l obey you and please my self.
[SINGS.]
Amyntas led me to a grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us:
The Sun it self,
though it had strove,
Yet could not have betray'd
us.
The place secure from humane eyes,
No
other fear allows;
But when the winds that gently rise
Do kiss the yielding boughs.
Down there
we sat upon the Moss,
And did begin to play
A thousand wanton tricks, to pass
The heat of all the
day.
A many kisses he did give,
And I return'd
the same:
Which made me willing to receive,
That which I dare not name.
His charming eyes
no aid requir'd,
To tell their amorous tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easie
to prevail.
He did but kiss, and clasp me round,
Whilst they his thoughts exprest,
And laid me gently
on the ground;
Ah! who can guess the rest?
<NOTE: This song had previously appeared in Covent Garden Drollery (1672, pp.92-3) as "I led my Silvia to a Grove">.
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First line: Ah false Amyntas can that hour
Source Edition: The Dutch Lover (1673), 3.3, p.45.
First performed: 6 February 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 445:32
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.165, n.47 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.52 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Draws off, discovers Antonio sleeping on the ground; Hippolyta sitting by, who sings.
Ah false Amyntas, can that hour
So soon forgotten
be,
When first I yielded up my power
To be
betray'd by thee?
God knows with how much innocence
I did my heart resign,
Unto thy faithless eloquence,
And gave thee what was mine.
I had not one
reserve in store,
But at thy feet I laid
Those arms which conquer'd heretofore,
Though now
thy trophies made.
Thy eyes in silence told their tale,
Of love in such a way,
That 'twas as easie
to prevail,
As after to betray.
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First line: Here at your feet we tribute pay
Source Edition: The Dutch Lover (1673), 3.4, p.52.
First performed: 6 February 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 445:32
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cleo.
Can this be love I feel?
This strange unusual something
in my soul,
That pleads so movingly for Silvio there;
And makes me wish him not allied to me.
A noise of Rural Musick is heard within the Trees, as Pipes, Flutes and Voices.
Hah! what pleasant noise is this?
sure 'tis i'th' Air---
Bless me what strange
things be these!
Enter Swains playing on Pipes, after them four Shephards with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an amorous Dance to that Musick, wherein the Shepherds make love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their heads, and go out; the Nymphs come and lay them at Cleonte's feet, and sing.
1. Nymp. Here at your feet, we tribute pay,
Of all the glories of the May.
2. Nymp. Such Trophies
can be only due
To victors so divine as you.
Both. Come, follow, follow, where love leads the way,
To pleasures that admit of no delay.
1. Nymp. Come follow
to the amorous shade,
Cover'd with Roses and with
Jessamine.
2. Nymp. Where the love-sick boy is
laid,
Panting for Loves charming Queen.
Both.
Come, follow, follow, where we lead the way
To pleasures
that admit of no delay.
[Lead her out.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Dutch Lover (1673), 4.1, p.62.
First performed: 6 February 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 445:32
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Fiddles strike up.
Hau. To show you the difference between the damnable dull gravity of the Spanish, and brisk gaiety of the Dutch. Come, come begin all.
Enter Dutch men and women Dancing.
Nay, I'l show you what I can
do too, come Gload. [They two dance.
There's for
you now, and yet you have not seen half my good qualities; I can
sing the newest Ballad that has been made, so I can.
[Sings a Dutch Song.
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First line: Sawny
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), prologue
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Tune (if traditional): Sawny (see note below)
Text of song:
The Head rises upon a twisted Post, on a Bench from under the Stage. After Jevern speaks to its Mouth.
Stentor Oh!---Oh!---Oh!
Oh!---Oh!---Oh!
After this it sings Sawny, Laughs, crys God bless the King in order.
<NOTE: Day and Murrie (p.420) refer to two familiar tunes--"Sawney and Jockey" and "Sawney Will Never Be My Love Again". A third ("Sawney was tall and of noble race") appears in two other plays in this archive>.
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First line: A curse upon that faithless maid
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 1.1, pp.1-2.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of Song:
I.
A curse upon that faithless Maid,
Who first
her Sexes Liberty betrayed;
Born free as Man to Love
and Range,
Till Nobler Nature did to Custom change.
Custom, that dull excuse for Fools,
Who think all
Vertue to consist in Rules.
II.
From
Love our Fetters never sprung,
That smiling God, all
wanton Gay and Young,
Shows by his Wings he cannot be
Confined to a restless Slavery;
But here and there
at random roves,
Not fixt to glittering Courts or shady
Groves.
III.
Than she that
Constancy Profest,
Was but a well dissembler at the best;
And that imaginary sway
She feigned to give, in
seeming to obey,
Was but the height of Prudent Art,
To deal with greater Liberty her Heart.
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First line: Chivalier a chevave blond
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 1.1, p.6.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bel. <...> Oh how he look't, how he was dress'd!
Sings.
Chivalier, a Chevave Blond,
Plus de Mouche, Plus de Powdre
Pleus de Ribons
et Cannous.
---Oh what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour?
Ela. Thou'rt still in Tune, when wilt thou be tame, Bellemante?
Bel. When I am weary of loving, Elaria.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 2.3, p.27.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ela. Then they are doubly-welcome.
[Here is a Song in Dialogue, with Fleut Deux and Harpsicals. Shepherd and Sheperdess; which ended they all dance a Figure Dance.
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First line: When Maidens are young and in their spring
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 2.5, pp.34-5.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Scar. Tho' I am come off en Cavalier with my Master, I am not with my Mistriss, whom I promised to console this Night, and is but just I shou'd make good this Morning; 'twill be rude to surprize her Sleeping, and more Gallant to wake her with a Serinade at her Window.
[Sets the Ladder to her Window, fetches his Lute, and goes up the Ladder.
He Plays and Sings this Song.
When Maidens are young and in
their Spring
Of Pleasure, of Pleasure, let 'em take
their full Swing, full Swing,---full Swing,--
And Love,
and Dance, and Play, and Sing.
For Silvia, believe it,
when Youth is done,
There's nought but hum drum,
hum drum, hum drum;
There's nought but hum drum,
hum drum, hum drum.
Then Silvia be wise---be wise---be
wise,
Tho' Painting and Dressing, for a while, are
Supplies,
And may---surprise---
But when
the Fire's going out in your Eyes,
It twinkles, it
twinkles, it twinkles, and dies.
And then to hear Love,
to hear Love from you,
I'd as live hear an Owl cry---Wit
to woo,
Wit to woo, Wit to woo.
Enter Mopsophil above.
Mop. What woful Ditty-making
Mortal's this?
That ere the Lark her early Note has
sung,
Does doleful Love beneath my Casement thrum.---
---Ah, Seignior Scaramouch, is it you?
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First line: Let murmuring lovers no longer repine
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 3.1, pp.60-2.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Next the Zodiack descends, a Symphony playing all the while; when it is landed, it delivers the twelve Signs: Then the Song, the Persons of the Zodiack being the Singers. After which, the Negroes Dance and mingle in the Chorus.
A Song for the Zodiack.
Let murmuring Lovers no longer Repine,
But
their Hearts and their Voices advance;
Let the Nimphs
and the Swains in the kind Chorus joyn,
And the Satyrs
and Fauns in a Dance.
Let nature put on her Beauty of
May,
And the Fields and the Meadows adorn;
Let the Woods and the Mountains resound with the Joy,
And the Echoes their Triumph return.
Chorus.
For since Love wore his Darts,
And Virgins grew
Coy;
Since these wounded Hearts,
And those
cou'd destroy.
There ne'er was more Cause for
your Triumphs and Joy.
Hark, hark, the Musick
of the Spheres,
Some Wonder approaching declares;
Such, such, as has not blest your Eyes and Ears
This thousand, thousand, thousand years.
See, see what
the Force of Love can make,
Who rules in Heaven, in Earth
and Sea;
Behold how he commands the Zodiack,
While the fixt Signs unhinging all obey.
Not one of which,
but represents
The Attributes of Love,
Who
governs all the Elements
In Harmony above.
Chorus.
For since Love wore his Darts,
And Virgins grew Coy;
Since these wounded Hearts,
And those cou'd destroy,
There ne'er was
more Cause for your Triumphs, and Joy.
The wanton
Aries first descends,
To show the Vigor and the Play,
Beginning Love, beginning Love attends,
When the
young Passion is all-over Joy,
He bleats his soft Pain
to the fair curled Throng,
And he leaps, and he bounds,
and Loves all the day long.
At once Loves Courage and
his Slavery
In Taurus is express'd,
Tho'
o're the Plains he Conqueror be,
The Generous Beast
Does to the Yoak submit his Noble Breast,
While
Gemini smiling and twining of Arms,
Shows Loves soft
Indearments and Charms.
And Cancer's slow Motion
the degrees do express,
Respectful Love arrives to Happiness.
Leo his Strength and Majesty,
Virgo his blushing
Modesty,
And Libra all his Equity.
His Subtilty
does Scorpio show,
And Sagittarius all his loose desire,
By Capricorn his forward Humour know,
And Aqua.
Lovers Tears that raise his Fire,
While Pisces, which
intwin'd do move,
Show the soft Play, and wanton
Arts of Love.
Chorus. For since Love wore his Darts,
And Virgins grew Coy;
Since these wounded Hearts,
And those cou'd destroy,
There ne'er was
more Cause for Triumphs and Joy.
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First line: All Joy to mortals joy and mirth
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 3.1, p.63.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.169, n.118 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1709), p.306 (CT(1) 8822:01). First in Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1706), p.306 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
[After which, the Globe of the Moon appears, first, like a new Moon; as it moves forward it increases , till it comes to the Full. When it is descended, it opens, and shews the Emperor and the Prince. They come forth with all their Train, the Flutes playing a Symphony before him, which prepares the Song. Which ended, the Dancers mingle as before.
A SONG.
All
Joy to Mortals, Joy and Mirth
Eternal IO'S sing;
The Gods of Love descend to Earth,
Their Darts
have lost the Sting.
The Youth shall now complain no
more
On Silvia's needless Scorn,
But
she shall love, if he adore,
And melt when he shall burn.
The Nimph no longer shall be shy,
But leave
the jilting Road;
And Daphne now no more shall fly
The wounded panting God;
But all shall be serene
and fair,
No sad Complaints of Love
Shall
fill the Gentle whispering Air,
No echoing Sighs the
Grove.
Beneath the Shades young Strephon lies,
Of all his Wish possess'd;
Gazing on Silvia's
charming Eyes,
Whose Soul is there confess'd.
All soft and sweet the Maid appears,
With Looks
that know no Art,
And though she yields with trembling
Fears,
She yields with all her Heart.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Emperor of the Moon (1687), 3.1, p.65.
First performed: March 1687 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Cinthio takes Elaria by the Hand; Charmante, Bellemante; two of the Singers in white being Priests, they lead 'em to the Altar, the whole Company dividing on either side. Where, while a Hymeneal Song is sung, the Priest joyns their Hands. The Song ended, and they Marry'd, they come forth; but before they come forward,---two Chariots descend, one on one side above, and the other on the other side; in which, is Harlequin dress'd like a Mock Hero, with others, and Scaramouch in the other, dress'd so in Helmets.
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First line: Crudo amore crudo amore
Source Edition: The Feigned Courtesans, or A Night's Intrigue (1679), 3.1, pp.36-7.
First performed: March 1679 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:6
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Gall. Come come, your Song boy your Song.
[Whilst 'tis singing Enter Octavio, Julio, Crapine, and Bravo's!
The SONG.
Crudo Amore, Crudo Amore, }
Il mio Core non fa per te } bis.
Suffrir non vo
tormenti
Senza mai sperar mar ce
Belta che
sia Tiranna,
Bolta che sia Tiranna
Dell meo
offetto recetto non e
Il tuo rigor singunna
Se le pene
Le catene
Tenta auolgere al mio
pie
See see Crudel Amore }
Il mio Core non
fa per te. } bis.
Lusinghiero, Lusinghiero, }
Pui non Credo alta tua fe } bis.
L'incendio
del tuo foce
Nel mio Core pui viuo none
Belta
che li die Luoce
Belta che li die Luoce
Ma
il rigor L' Ardore s'bande
Io non sato tuo gioce
Ch'il Veleno
Del mio seno
Vergoroso
faggito se n'e.
See see Crudel Amore }
Il mio Core non fa per te. } bis.
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First line: Farewell the world and mortal cares
Source Edition: The Feigned Courtesans, or A Night's Intrigue (1679), 5.1, p.60.
First performed: March 1679 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:6
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.218, n.970 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.31 (UMI(2) 286:12).
Text of song:
[The Song as by Laura, after which soft Musick till she enters.
The SONG By a Person of Quality.
Farewell the World and mortal cares
The ravisht Strephon cry'd,
As full of joy
and tender tears
He lay by Phillis side:
Let others toyl for wealth and fame,
Whilst not one thought
of mine,
At any other bliss shall aim,
But
those dear arms, but those dear arms of thine.
Still
let me gaze on thy bright eyes,
And hear thy charming
tongue,
I nothing ask t' increase my joys
But thus to feel 'em long;
In close embraces let
us lye,
And spend our lives to come,
Then
let us both together dye
And be each others, be each
others Tomb.
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First line: Amintas that true hearted swain
Source Edition: The Forced Marriage, or The Jealous Bridegroom (1670), 2.6, pp.33-4.
First performed: 20 September 1670
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:1 (1671)
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: John Banister ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.171, n.152 [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres, songs and dialogues, Second Edition, 1675, p.53 (UMI(2) 286:16) and others.
Text of song:
Draws off, discovers Phillander and Alcander with Musick at the Chamber door of Erminia, to them Pisaro who listens whilst the Song is sung.
The Song for the Page to sing at Erminias chamber door.
<Page.> Amintas that true hearted Swain
Upon a Rivers bank was laid,
Where to the pittying
streams he did complain
On Sylvia that false charming
maid,
But she was still regardless of his pain:
Oh! faithless Silvia! would he cry
And what he
said the Eccho's would reply.
Be kind, or else I
dye, E<ccho>. I dye.
Be kind or else I
dye, E<ccho>. I dye.
A shower of
tears his eyes let fall,
Which in the River made impress,
Then sigh, and Sylvia false again would call,
A
cruell faithless Shepherdess,
Is love with you become
a criminal
Ah lay aside this needless scorn,
Allow your poor adorer some return,
Consider how I burn,
E<ccho>. I burn.
Consider, &c.
Those smiles and kisses which you give,
Remember
Silvia, are my due;
And all the joys my Rival does receive
He ravishes from me not you.
Ah Silvia, can I live
and this believe?
Incensibles are touch'd to see
My languishments, and seem to pity me.
Which I
demand of thee, E<ccho>. of thee,
Which
I demand, &c.
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First line: Alcippus you inform me true
Source Edition: The Forced Marriage, or The Jealous Bridegroom (1670), 5.2, pp.76-9.
First performed: 20 September 1670.
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:1 (1671)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: The masque at 5.2 (pp.76-9) contains the following italicised passage which may have been sung. Shortly before it "soft Musick begins to play, which continues all this Scene">
Er.
Alcippus, you inform me true,
I am thus Deifi'd by
you;
To you I owe this blest abode,
For I
am happy as a God;
I only come to tell thee so,
And by that tale to end thy wo;
Know, Mighty Sir,
your Joy's begun,
From what last night to me was
don;
In vain you rave, in vain you weep,
For what the Gods must ever keep.
In vain you mourn,
in vain deplore,
A loss which tears can ne're restore:
The Gods their Mercies will dispence,
In a more
glorious Recompence;
A World of Blessings they've
in store,
A World of Honors, Vict'ries more;
Thou shalt the Kingdoms Darling be,
And Kings shall
Homage pay to thee:
Thy Sword no bounds to Conquest set,
And thy success that Sword shall whet;
Princess
thy Chariot-wheels shall grace,
Whilst thou in triumph
bring'st home Peace.
This will the Gods, thy King
yet more
Will give thee what those Gods adore;
And what they did create for thee;
Alcippus look,
for that is she.
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First line: Rise Cloris charming maid arise
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 1.1, p.2.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter several with Musick.
Fid. But hark ye Mr. Ginger, is it proper to play before the Wedding.
Gin. Ever while you live, for many a time in playing after the first Night, the Britle's sleepy, the Bridegroom tir'd, and both so out of Humour, that perhaps they hate any thing that puts 'em in mind they are married. [They play and sing.
[Enter Phillis in the Balcony, throws 'em Money.
Rise
Cloris, charming Maid arise!
And baffle breaking Day,
Shew the adoring World thy Eyes
Are more surprizing
Gay;
The Gods of Love are smiling round,
And lead the Bridegroom on,
And Hymen has the Altar crown'd,
While all thy sighing Lovers are undone.
To
see thee pass they throng the Plain;
The Groves with
Flowers are strown,
And every young and envying Swain
Wishes the Hour his own.
Rise then, and
let the God of Day,
When thou dost to the Lover yield,
Behold more Treasure given away
Then he in his
vast Circle e're beheld.
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First line: But when bright Phoebus do's retire
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 1.3, p.11.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Sir Feeble, Leticia, Sir Cautious, Bearjest, Diana, Noysey. Sir Feeble sings and salutes 'em.
Sir Feeb. Welcome Joan
Sanderson, welcome, welcome, [Kiss the Bride.
Ods bobs,
and so thou art Sweet-Heart. [So to the rest.
<A further four lines separates this from the song>
Sir Feeb. Always by Day-light, Sir Cautious.
But
when Bright Phoebus do's retire
To Thetis Bed to
quench his fire,
And do the thing we need not name,
We Mortals by his influence do the same.
Then thou
the Blushing Maid lays by
Her simpering, and her Modesty;
And round the Lover clasps and twines
Like Ivy,
or the cirkling Vine.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1687), 1.3, p.12.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Feeb. Wise young Men Sir Cautious, but wise old Men must nick their Inclinations, for it is not as 'twas wont to be, for it is not as 'twas wont to be---
[Singing and dancing.
Enter Ralph.
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First line: Ah Cloris 'tis in vain you scold
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 2.1, p.18.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Land. Rot your Wine---d'e think to pacifie me with Wine Sir.[She refusing to drink he holds open her Jaws; Rag throws a Glass of Wine into her Mouth.---What will you force me---no---give me another Glass, I scorn to be so uncivill to be forc'd, my Service to you Sir---but this shan't do Sir---
[She drinks, he imbracing her sings.
Ah Cloris 'tis in vain you scold,
Whilst your Eyes kindle such a Fire.
Your railing
cannot make me cold,
So fast as they a Warmth inspire.
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First line: No more Lucinda ah expose no more
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 3.1, p.27.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Lyrics: Thomas Cheeke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Second Song before the Entry.
A SONG made by Mr. Cheek.
No more Lucinda, ah! expose
no more
To the admiring World those conqu'ring Charms:
In vain all day unhappy men adore,
What the kind
Night gives to my longing Arms.
Their vain Attempts can
ne'r successful prove,
Whilst I so well maintain
the Fort of Love.
Yet to the World with so bewitching
Arts,
Your dazling Beauty you around display,
And triumph in the Spoyls of broken hearts,
That sink
beneath your feet, and crowd your way:
Ah! suffer now
your Cruelty to cease,
And to a fruitless War prefers
a Peace.
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First line: Oh love that stronger art than wine
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 3.2, p.33.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Lyrics: Mr. Ousely ( Robert Wolseley)
Performer/s: Mr. Bowman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.305, n.2501 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Fourth Book (1687), pp.84-5 (UMI(2) 364:16) et al.
Text of song:
SONG.
Oh! Love, that
stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine,
Want to be priz'd above all Wealth,
Disease
that has more Joys than Health.
Tho we blaspheme thee
in our Pain,
And of thy Tyranny complain,
We all are better'd by thy Reign.
What Reason
never can bestow
We to this useful Passion owe.
Love wakes the Dull from slugesh Ease,
And learns
a Clown the Art to please.
Humbles the Vain, kindles
the Cold,
Makes Misers free, and Cowards bold.
'Tis he reforms the Sot from Drink,
And teaches
airy Fops to think.
When full brute Appetite is
fed,
And choak'd the Glutton lyes, and dead:
Thou new Spirits does dispence,
And fines the gross
Delights of Sense.
Vertues unconquerable Aid,
That against Nature can perswade:
And makes a roveing
Mind retire
Within the Bounds of just Desire.
Chearer of Age, Youths kind unrest,
And half the Heaven
of the Blest.
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First line: Cease your wonder cease your guess
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 3.[3], pp.34-5.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
Man sings.
Cease your Wonder, cease your Guess,
Whence arrives your Happiness.
Cease your Wonder,
cease your Pain.
Humane Fancy is in vain.
Chorus. 'Tis enough you once shall find,
Fortune
may to Worth be kind, [gives him Gold.
And Love can leave
off being blind.
Pert sings.
You,
before you enter here---
On this sacred Ring must swear.
Puts it on his Finger, holds his Hand.
By the Figure
which is round,
Your Passion constant and profound.
By the Adamantine Stone,
To be fix't to one
alone.
By the Lustre which is true,
Ne'er
to break your sacred Vow.
Lastly by the Gold that's
try'd
For Love all Dangers to abide.
They all dance about him, while those same two sing.
Man.
Once about him let us move,
To confirm him true to Love.
[bis.
Pert. Twice with mystick turning Feet,
Make him silent and discreet. [bis
Man. Thrice about
him let us tread,
To keep him ever young in Bed. [bis.
Gives him another part.
Man. Forget
Aminta's proud Disdain.
Tast here, and sigh no more
in vain.
The Joy of Love without the Pain.
Pete. That God repents his former Slights,
And Fortune
thus your Faith requires.
Both. Forget Aminta's proud
Disdain,
Then tast, and sigh no more in vain,
The Joy of Love without the Pain.
The Joy of Love without
the Pain.
[Exeunt all Dancers. Looks on himself and feels about him.
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First line: Cease your horror cease your haste
Source Edition: The Luckey Chance, or an Alderman's Bargain (1686), 5.[2], pp.59-60.
First performed: April 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1195:10 (1687)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
Gay.
Cease your Horror, cease your Hast.
And calmly as I saw
you last,
Appear! Appear!
By the Pearls and
Diamond Rocks,
By thy heavy Money Box.
By
thy shining Petticoat,
That had thy cloven Feet from
Note.
By the Veil that hid thy Face,
Which
else had frighten'd humane Race.
Appear, that I thy
Love may see, [Soft Musick ceases.
Appear kind Fiends,
appear to me!
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Revenge: or, A Match in Newgate (1680), 1.2, p.8.
First performed: June 1680 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 14:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Well. <...> Come, she is a Mistriss,---but heark, she sings!
A Song within to a Lute, after which, enters Corina.
Friend. She's all a perfect Heaven! Oh I adore her!
Cor. To obey your commands, I sung, my Love, but I had rather you had pardon'd me.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Revenge: or, A Match in Newgate (1680), 2.1, p.11.
First performed: June 1680 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 14:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Wellman and Friendly, with Footmen with Lights, and men with Musick; as under Marinda's Window.
Well. Well, Gentlemen, here's the Window of my dear Marinda:'tis here, my friends, resides that lovely Maid, whose beautie chaces away those lesser fires that did infest my heart. Come, gently touch your strings, and call her forth to bless me ere I go to rest: I'm not half sanctifi'd without a sight.
They play a little, then a Song.
Enter Marinda above, in Night-dress, and Diana.
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First line: And John come kiss me now
Source Edition: The Revenge: or, A Match in Newgate (1680), 2.3, p.25.
First performed: June 1680 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 14:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mr. Dash. So, some comfort: Wife, whe Wife, I say, is there any Musick in the house?
Mrs. Dash. Yes, Sweet-heart, Mr. Squeeks Noyse.
Mr. Dash. Bid 'em play then: And John come kiss me now, now, now, and John come kiss me now. [sings.] Bid 'em play; laugh thou and be merrie, for I'll go dance, cast up my Accounts, and hang my self presently. I will not curse, but a Pox on Trickwell, he has shav'd me, he has trim'd me! I will go hang my self; but first let's have a Dance.
Exeunt dancing with the bottle in's hand, and sings, John come kiss me,&c.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Revenge: or, A Match in Newgate (1680), 5.2, pp.53-4.
First performed: June 1680 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 14:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dia. <...> Come Ample, sing a Song.
Enter Wellman and Sir John at the door.
Sir Joh. Look ye, Sir <...> [Ex. Sir Joh.
Ample sings a Song.
Mar. Away! I'll hear no more! I cannot sleep! Alas, there is no Musick like my sighs and grones; leave me, and let me go--- to rest, and Wellman!
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First line: Song has no lyrics (Let's down and then to drink my hearts (?))
Source Edition: The Revenge: or, A Match in Newgate (1680), 5.3, p.59.
First performed: June 1680 (H&S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 14:4
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sham. Pox o' your Ceremonies, a man cannot be hang'd in Peace for your Parson, and your paultry praying---but come, hang't since we must obey silly Customs, let's down, and then---to drink, my hearts---go, get ye down.[sings.
[Exeunt.
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First line: A pox of the states-man that's witty
Source Edition: The Roundheads or, The Good Old Cause (1682), 4.3, pp.38-9.
First performed: December 1681 (H/S), or slightly earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 54:6 (1682)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lam. Come, Come, we're dull, give us some Musick---Come my Lord, I'll give you a Song, I love Musick as I do a Drum, there's Life and Soul in't, call my Musick.
Fleet. Yea, I am for any Musick, except an Organ.
War. 'SBread Sirs, and I's for a Horn-pipe; I've a faud Theefe here shall dance ye dance tol a Horn-pipe, with any States man a ya'ad.
All. He, He, He.
Duc. I know not what your faud Theefe can do; but, I'll hold you a Wager, Collonel Hewson, and Collonel Desbro, shall dance ye the Saints Jigg with any Sinner of your Kirk, or Field Conventickler.
War. Wons, and I's catch 'em at that sport, I's dance tol 'em for a Scotch Poond but farst yar Song, my Lord, I hope 'tis body, or 'tis not werth a Feart.
All. He, He, He.
Song sung by Lord Lambert.
A
Pox of the States-man that's witty
That watches and
Plots all the sleepless Night,
For Seditious Harangues
to the Whigs of the City,
And piously turns a Traytor
in spight.
Let him wrack and torment his lean Carrion,
To bring his Sham-Plots about,
Till Religion, King,
Bishop, and Baron,
For the Publick Good, be quite rooted
out.
Whilst we that are no Politicians,
But
Rogues that are Resolute, bare-fac'd and Great,
Boldly
head the rude Rabble in open Sedition,
Bearing all down
before us in Church and in State.
Your Impudence is the
best State trick,
And he that by Law means to rule,
Let his History with ours be related,
Tho'
we prove the Knaves, 'tis he is the Fool.
War. The Diel a me, wele sung my Lord, and gen aud Trads fail, yas make a quaint Minstrel.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Roundheads or, The Good Old Cause (1682), 5.5, p.56.
First performed: December 1681 (H/S) or slightly earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 54:6 (1682)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
War.
Will ya buy a Guedly Ballat or a Scotch Spur Sirs? a guedly Ballat
or a Scotch Spur.---S'bread, Is scapt hither te weele enough,
Is sav'd my Crag fro stretching twa Inches longer than 'twas
borne: will ya buy a Jack line to rost the Rump, a new Jack Lambert
line,---or a blithe Ditty, of the Noble Scotch
General---come
buy my Ditties.
Capt. How a Ditty o'th' General? let's see't, Sirrah.
War. S'bread, Sirs, and here's the guedly Ballad of the General's coming out of Scotland.
Capt. Here, who sings it? we'll all bear the bob.
[Wariston sings the Ballad, all bearing the Bob.
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First line: O sacred sacred love
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pet. He's well can beware of others Harms,
Example don't excuse a Fault,
Love-sick's a great
one.
Lid. Hold, a line of this subject.
Pet. Let's hear it.
Lidorus sings.
<1.>
O Sacred! Sacred
Love,
earths chiefest joys above!
That wich
thy nimble bow,
take'st pride to flick below
Thrice happy be whose Heart hath felt,
the quiver
of thy Golden belt.
2.
When
Moping spirits Muse,
what pleasure here to chuse.
Then Love's great shrine draws nigh,
with enterprizes
high,
To sway Mens hearts and wrap them Even,
to joyes divine, a taste of Heaven.
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First line: Help ease great powers why do you thus prevent me
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lid. <...> Love
Revel's in's
humours: What sad ditty is this? (Petus singing within.
Petus Sings. Help ease great Powers, Why do you thus prevent
me,
And laughing takes a pride still to torment me?
My fears and sorrows sadly mourn within,
To see
their cause from troubles still begin.
Then miserable
I, how shall I bear it:
Languish for Love, and yet must
not declare it.
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First line: I freely here thy pleasure pronounce in joys rich banks
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 3.1, p.29.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Recorders: A Scene discovering Petus sleeping in a Field, four Nymphs lay their bands on him, and sing.
I.
Nym. I freely here thy pleasure pronounce in Joys rich Bankes
O happy thee, whose eyes shall see such bliss great love be
thanked.
2. Nym. Your prayers are accepted: her
heart doth well affect thee;
Venus affirms, her Son from
harms: of envy shall protect thee.
3. Nym. My
coming warns thee, Petus, of disasters,
Which with a
hare thy head quivering over;
The Gods agree, no remedy,
Shall save thy mirth, O harmless Lover.
By Fate
ordain'd, e're thou wert nam'd,
A sudden
hate thy Love shall cover.
4. Nym. Then rest contented,
'till the time's expired;
This past, your Joyes
shall pace again renew,
Thy fury will, lead thee to ill,
Of fight, and almost murther, too;
Before the space
of many dayes,
What we predict, you'l find it true.
Chorus. Apollo's will's obey'd, let us address,
Our Nymphly posture to the Wilderness. (Exeunt.
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First line: Song has no lyrics (reprise part of ABTSS3)
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 3.1, p.29.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follow immediately after the previous one>.
Enter two Clowns more.
First. You Rogue you came too late; here was the Rarest singing that e're you saw.
Second. Rare! all mirth! brave Maids! I believe they were Spirits.
Third. You kiss my ---- Fool, they were Women.
Fourth. So they were, we see 'um go yon way mon.
Second. they sung, and did so fashion. (Sing.
First. I can tell best, they sing so. (Both sing together.
Fourth. What, what Gentleman's this?
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 4.1, p.41.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter four Clowns listning.
First. My Lord <...>
Fourth. Hie to our work, before George. [Exeunt singing.
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First line: Now all's fulfill'd that I
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 5.2, p.60.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter a Nymph singing,
Nymph. Now alls
fulfill'd, that I
Did with my Sister prophesie.
Within. It is, it is, it is. [Voices heard answering within.
Nymph. Their days shall increase
In kindness, love
and peace.
Within. Yea, yea, yea.
Nymph.
Till the terms of their breath
Shall be ended by death.
Within. Agreed, agreed, agreed.
Chorus.
Now the Season draws nigh,
That we welcome
our Bride;
With our Songs Melody,
When all
grief's laid aside. [Exit.
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First line: With joy and delight
Source Edition: The Spightful Sister (1667), 5.2, pp.63-4.
First performed: Unacted
UMI(2) reel no.: 1299:37
Author: Abraham Bailey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
RECORDERS.
Enter God Hymen.
Hymen. With Joy and delight
We'll fill up
the night;
That your marriage should be ended,
This dance we intended.
Minerva and the Gods,
When you first were at ods,
Did order this sporting
For your innocent courting.
Then happen what will,
We'll of mirth have our fill:
Your tears were
our askers;
Look here come the Masquers.
Descend three Goddesses, two Gods, one singing.
Hymen
and all the Gods above
That on this Wedding kindly smile:
Grant your blessings, and your love,
Envy and mischief
to remove,
Peace and plenty all the while.
Chorus.
We grant it all, it shall be
so:
The Stars our bounty, and our will shall know.
Hymen and Gods sing.
Your nuptial pleasures
shall abide
So long as love your hearts inflames;
Neer to cease for time or tide,
In joy your days
shall swiftly glide;
With honour we'll ingross your
names.
Chorus.
We grant it
all, it shall be so:
The Stars our bounty, and our wills
shall know.
Other God.
Live
like our selves, may every hour renew
Triumphs for constancy;
Garlands for you
Shall be prepared rich, to make you
prove
Shining below, as we are bright above:
Till then our Dance and Banquet shall display
The pleasure
we have in this happy day.
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First line: The happy minute's come the nymph is laid
Source Edition: The Town Fop, or Sir Timothy Tawdrey (1676), 3.1, pp.34-5.
First performed: September 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Tim. Come then, we'll Serenade him. Come, Sirra, tune your Pipes, and sing.
Boy. What shall I sing, Sir?
Sir Tim. Any thing sutable to the time and place.
SONG.
1.
The happy
Minute's come, the Nymph is laid,
Who means no more
to rise a Maid
Blushing, and panting, she expects the
approch
Of Joyes that kill with every touch;
Nor can her Native modesty and shame
Conceal the Ardour
of her Virgin flame.
2.
And
now the Amorous Youth is all undrest,
Just ready for
Loves mighty Feast,
With vigorous haste the Vail aside
he throws,
That does all Heaven at once disclose;
Swift as desire, into her naked Arms
Himself he
throws, and rifles all her Charms.
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First line: Celinda who did love disdain
Source Edition: The Town Fop, or Sir Timothy Tawdrey (1676), 4.1, pp.37-8.
First performed: September 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Discovers Celinda as before sitting in a Chair, Diana by her in another, who sings.
SONG.
1.
Celinda,
who did Love disdain,
For whom had languish'd many
a Swain,
Leading her bleating Flocks to drink,
She spy'd upon the Rivers brink
A Youth, whose
Eyes did well declare
How much he lov'd, but lov'd
not her.
2.
At first she laugh'd,
but gaz'd the while,
And soon it lessen'd to
a smile;
Thence to surprize and wonder came
Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame;
Then cry'd
she out, Ah now I prove
Thou art a God! Almighty Love.
3.
She wou'd have spoke, but Shame
deny'd,
And bad her first consult her Pride;
But soon she found that Aid was gone,
For Love,
alas! had left her none.
Oh how she burns, but 'tis
too late,
For in his Eyes, she reads her Fate.
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First line: Come my Phillis let us improve
Source Edition: The Town Fop, or Sir Timothy Tawdrey (1676), 5.1, p.56.
First performed: September 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:5 (1677)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Tim. Sing.
Come, my Phillis, let us improve
Both our joyes of equal Love,
Whil'st we in
yonder shady Grove,
Count Minutes by our Kisses.
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First line: Ceres great goddess of the bounteous year
Source Edition: The Wavering Nymph; or, Mad Amyntas (1683-4?), song from lost play.
UMI(2) reel no.: 525: 2 (song appears in "Poems", 1684, pp.68-9).
First performed: 1683-4? (Danchin)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song to CERES.
I.
Ceres, Great Goddess
of the bounteous Year;
Who load'st the Teeming Earth
with Gold and Grain,
Blessing the Labours of th'
Industrious Swain,
And to their Plaints inclin'st
thy Gracious Ear:
Behold two fair Civilian Lovers lie
Prostrate before thy Deity;
Imploring thou wilt
grant the Just Desires
Of two Chaste Hearts that burn
with equal Fires.
II.
Amyntas
he, brave, generous and young;
Whom yet no Vice his Youth
has e'er betray'd:
And Chaste Urania is the Lovely
Maid;
His Daughter who has serv'd thy Altars long,
As they High Priest: A Dowry he demands
At the
young Amorous Shepherds hands:
Say, gentle Goddess, what
the Youth must give,
E'er the Bright Maid he can
from thee receive.
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First line: Pan grant that I may never prove
Source Edition: The Wavering Nymph; or, Mad Amyntas (1683-4?), song from lost play.
UMI(2) reel no.: 525: 2 (song appears in "Poems", 1684, pp.68-9).
First performed: 1683-4? (Danchin)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pan
grant that I may never prove
So great a Slave to fall
in love,
And to an Unknown Deity
Resign my
happy Liberty:
I love to see the Amorous Swains
Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign:
With Pride I
see the Meads and Plains
Throng'd all with Slaves,
and they all mine:
Whilst I the whining Fools despise,
That pay their Homage to my Eyes.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Widdow Ranter or, The History of Bacon in Virginia (1690), 1.1, pp.5-6.
First performed: 20 November 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1056:14
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Flirt. Say what you please of the Doctor, but I'le swear he's a fine Gentleman, he makes the Prettiest Sonnets, nay, and Sings 'em himself to the rarest Tunes...
Booz. Ay, Ay, Major, if Scandal would have broke our hearts, we had not arriv'd to the Honour of being Privy-Councellors---but come Mrs. Flirt, what never a Song to Entertain us?
Flirt. Yes, and a Singer too newly come ashore:
Tim. Adz zoors, let's have it then:
[Enter Girl, who sings, they bear the Bo.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Widdow Ranter or, The History of Bacon in Virginia (1690), 4.1, pp.36-7.
First performed: 20 November 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1056:14
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
After this soft Musick plays again, then they Sing something fine <...>
King. Invoke the God, of our Quiocto to declare, what the Event shall be of this our last War against the English General. [Soft Musick ceases.
The Musick changes to confused Tunes, to which the Priest and Priestess Dance Antickly Singing between <...>
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Widdow Ranter or, The History of Bacon in Virginia (1690), 5.1, p.50.
First performed: 20 November 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1056:14
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Whim. Look Gentlemen here's two Evils---if we go we are dead Men if we stay we are hang'd---and that will disorder my Cravat-string--- therefore the least Evil is to go---and set a good Face on the matter as I do--- [Goes out singing.
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First line: What life can compare with the jolly town rake's
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 1.2, pp.7-8.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Lyrics: Peter Anthony Motteux
Performer/s: Mr. Edwards
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.371, n.3649 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.202-4 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
Enter Sir Merlin, singing a Song in praise of a Rake-hell's Life.
A Song. The Town-Rake. Written by Mr. Motteux.
I.
What
Life can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's,
When
in Youth his full Swing of all pleasure he takes!
At
Noon he get up, for a Whet, and to dine,
And wings the
dull hours with Mirth, Musick and Wine;
Then Jogs to
the Play-house, and chats with the Masks,
And thence
to The Rose, where he takes his Three Flasks.
There,
great as a Caesar, he revels, when drunk,
And scours
all he meets, as he reels to his Punk;
Then finds the
dear Girl in his Arms when he wakes.
What Life can compare
with the Jolly Town-Rake's!
II.
He, like the Great Turk, has his Favourite She;
But the Town's his Seraglio, and still he lives free.
Sometimes she's a Lady; but as he must range,
Black
Betty, or Oyster-Doll, serves for a Change.
As he varies
his Sports, his whole Life is a Feast;
He thinks him
that's soberest the most like a Beast.
At Houses
of Pleasure breaks Windows and Doors;
Kicks Bullies and
Cullies, then lies with their Whores.
Rare work for the
Surgeon, and Midwife he makes.
What Life can compare
with the Jolly Town-Rake's!
III.
Thus in Covent-Garden he makes his Campaign,
And no Coffee-house haunts, but to settle his Brain.
He laughs at dry Morals, and never does think,
Unless
'tis to get the best Wenches and Drink.
He dwells
in a Tavern, and lies ev'ry where,
And improving
his hours, lives an Age in a Year:
For as Life is uncertain,
he loves to make haste;
And thus he lives longest, because
he lives fast.
Then a Leap in the Dark to the Devil he
takes.
What Death can compare with the Jolly Town-Rake's!
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First line: No Delia no what man can range
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 2.2, p.16.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Lyrics: Charles Gildon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day ad Murrie
Text of song:
Mirt. Ah, let me have that Song again.
Song. By Mr. Gildon.
I.
No, Delia,
no! What man can range
From such Seraphic Pleasure
'Tis want of Charms that make us change,
To
grasp the Fury Treasure.
What man of sense wou'd
quit a certain Bliss,
For hopes and empty Possibilities!
II.
Vain Fools their sure Possessions
spend,
In hopes of Chymic Treasure,
But for
their fancy'd Riches find
Both want of Gold and Pleasure.
Rich in my Delia, I can wish no more;
The Wand'rer,
like the Chymist, must be poor.
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First line: Though the young prize Cupid's fire
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), "in the Second Act", p.23.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG Sung by Sir Rowland in the Second Act. To TERESIA.
Tho the young prize Cupid's Fire
'Tis
more val'd by the Old;
The Sun's warmth we now
admire,
More than when the Season's cold.
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First line: Time and place you see conspire
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), "in the Masque, at the beginning of the Third Act", pp.23-4.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dialogue in the Masque, at the beginning of the third Act.
He.
Time and Place you see conspire,
With tender Wishes fierce
desire;
See the willing Victim stands
To
be offer'd by your hands:
Ah! Let me on Lov's
Altars lying,
Clasp my Goddess whilst I'm dying.
She. Oh Lord! what hard words, and strange things d'ye
say;
Your Eyes to seem closing, and just dying away:
Ah! Pray what d'ye want? Explain but your mind,
Which did I but know, perhaps I'de be kind.
He.
My pretty soft maid, full of innocent Charms,
I languish
to sigh out my Soul in thy Arms;
Oh! then, if I'm
lov'd, deny not the Bliss,
But tell me I'm happy,
with a ravishing Kiss.
She. Oh! Fie, Sir, I vow
I cannot endure you;
Be civil, or else I'll cry out
I assure you;
I will not be Kiss'd so, nor tumbl'd,
not I,
I'll tell all your tricks, that I will, if
I dye.
He. Nay, never dissemble, nor smother that
Fire;
Your Blushes, and Eyes betray your desire.
The pratic'd not Innocent, dally with bliss,
Then prethee be kind, and tast what it is.
She.
Let me dye now, you'r grown a strange sort of a man
To force a young Maid, let her do what she can;
I fear
now I blush to think what we're doing,
And is this
the End of all you Men's wooing?
He. At this
pleasure all Aim, both Godly and Sinners,
And none of
'em blush for't but poor young beginners.
In
pleasure both Sexes, all Ages agree,
And those that take
most, most happy will be.
Chorus. In pleasure both Sexes, &c.
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First line: Wise coxcombs be damn'd here's a health to the man
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 3.1, p.28.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Sir Morgan, and Sir Merlin, Drunk, Singing.
Sir Morg. and Sir Merl. Singing. Wise Coxcombs be damn'd, here's a Health to the Man, That since Life is but short, lives as long as he can.
Sir Morg. Where is my Lady Mirtilla, Rogues? <...>
Sir Morg. Lookee as de see, when Adam wore a Beard, she was in her Prime, or so, de see. (Sings.)
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First line: Wise coxcombs be damn'd here's a health to the man (reprise)
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 3.3, p.33.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Mer. Not drink! I charge you, in the King's Name, Mr. Constable, bring him along.
(The Constable and Watch seize him.)
(Sings.)
Wise Coxcombs
be damn'd, here's a Health to the Man,
That since
Life is but short, lives as long as he can.
<NOTE: This song is a reprise of ABTYB5 >.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 4.[2], p.39.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Scene draws off, discovers Mirtilla at her Toylet, drest. Enter Manage, leading Olivia in as Endymion, who falls at Mirtilla's feet, whilst she's there, sings a Song; she takes him up.
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First line: Ah Charmion shroud those killing eyes
Source Edition: The Younger Brother; or, The Amorous Jilt (1696), 5.2, p.45.
First performed: February 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 203:9
Author: Aphra Behn
Lyrics: Charles Gildon
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Musick and a Song. Enter Lejere; waits till the Song is ended. The Prince sees him, comes to him with Joy, and falls about his Neck.
SONG, by Mr. Gildon.
<1.>
Ah, Charmion! shroud those killing Eyes,
That
dart th' Extreams of Pleasure,
Else Celadon, tho'
favour'd, dies
As well as him that you despise,
Tho' with this diff'rent measure:
While
ling'ring Pains drag on his Fate,
Dispatch is all
th' Advantage of my State;
For, ah! you kill with
Love, as well as Hate.
2.
Abate
thy Luxury of Charms,
And only Part discover;
Your Tongue, as well as Eyes, had Arms
To give a Thousand
fatal Harms
To the poor listening Lover:
Thy Beams, Glory's Veil'd shou'd be,
And
like the Front of Heav'n, unseen, pass by;
For to
behold 'em, in full force, we dye.
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First line: Damon I cannot blame your will
Source Edition: The Young King, or The Mistake (1679), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: c.September 1679
UMI(2) reel no.: 121:6 (1683)
Author: Aphra Behn
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pim. <...> But hark; what noise is that? [Song within.
Vall. 'Tis what we do not use to hear.---Stand by.
SONG.
1.
Damon, I
cannot blame your will,
'Twas Chance and not Design
did kill;
For whilst you did prepare your Arms
On purpose Celia to subdue,
I met the Arrows as
they flew,
And sav'd her from their harms.
2.
Alas, she could not make returns,
Who for a Swain already burns:
A Shepherd who does
her caress
With all the softest marks of Love,
And 'tis in vain thou seek'st to move
The
cruel Shepherdess.
3.
Content
thee with this Victory,
I'm young and beautiful as
she;
I'll make thee Garlands all the day,
And in the shades we'll sit and sing.
I'll crown
thee with the pride o'th' Spring
When thou art
Lord o'th' May.
Enter Urania, drest gay---Lyces a Shepherdess.
Ly. Still as I sing you sigh.
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First line: Fair nymph remember all your scorn
Source Edition: The Young King, or The Mistake (1679), 5.4, p.57.
First performed: c.September 1679
UMI(2) reel no.: 121:6 (1683)
Author: Aphra Behn
Lyrics: J. Wright
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Lies down on a Couch, Sem. plays and sings.
SONG made by J. Wright Esq;
1.
Fair Nymph,
remember all your scorn,
Will be by time repaid;
Those Glories which that Face adorn,
And flourish
as the rising Morn,
Must one day set and fade.
Then all your cold disdain for me,
Will but increase
Deformity,
When still the kind will lovely be.
Compassion is of lasting praise;
For that's
the beauty ne'er decays.
2.
Fair
Nymph, avoid those storms of Fate
Are to the cruel due,
The powers above, though ne'er so late,
Can
be, when they revenge your hate,
As pitiless as you.
Know, charming Maid, the powers Divine
Did never
such soft Eyes designe
To wound a heart so true as mine:
That God who my dear flame infus'd,
Will never
see it thus abus'd.
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First line: Let's drink let's drink whilst breath we have
Source Edition: Cutter of Coleman Street (1661), 2.8, p.25.
First performed: 16 December 1661
UMI(2) reel no.: 685:7
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wor.Let's drink, let's drink, whilst breath we have;[Sings.
You'l find but cold, but cold drinking in the Grave.
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First line: Come to my bed my dear my dear
Source Edition: Cutter of Coleman Street (1661), 5.6, p.59.
First performed: 16 December 1661
UMI(2) reel no.: 685:7
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cut.Come to my bed, my dear, my dear, [Sings.
My dear come to my bed,
For the pleasant pain, and the
loss with gain
Is the loss of a Maidenhead.
For the pleasant, &c.
Tab. Is that a Psalm, Brother Husband, which you sing?
Cut. No, Sister
Wife, a short Ejaculation onely.
Well said, Boy, bring
in the things,---
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First line: Come to my bed my dear my dear (reprise)
Source Edition: Cutter of Coleman Street (1661), 5.6, p.61.
First performed: 16 December 1661
UMI(2) reel no.: 685:7
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tab. I'l drink to you now, my Dear; 'tis not handsome for you to begin always--- <sings> Come to my Bed my [Drinks. Dear,<speaks> and how wast? 'twas a pretty Song, methoughts.
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First line: Rise up thou mournful swain
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 1.1, sig.a5r-v.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Alupis singing.
1.
Rise
up thou mournfull Swaine,
For 'tis but a folly
To be melancholy
And get thee thy pipe againe.
2.
Come sing away the day,
For 'tis but a folly
To be melancholly,
Let's live here whilst wee may.
<Ten lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise>
Alu. For 'tis but a folly, &c.
<and six lines of dialogue to another>
Alu. For 'tis but a folly, &c.
<NOTE: Variant reprises of this song appear throughout the play on numerous occasions--see ACLR3, ACLR5 and ACLR7 >.
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First line: The merry waves dance up and down and play
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 1.1, sig.a6v.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
The merry waves dance up and downe,
and play,
Sport is granted to the Sea.
Birds
are the queristers of th'empty ayre,
Sport is never
wanting there.
The ground doth smile at the Springs flowry
birth,
Sport is granted to the earth.
The
fire it's cheering flame on high doth reare,
Sport
is never wanting there.
If all the elements, the Earth,
the Sea,
Ayre, and fire, so merry bee;
Why
is mans mirth so seldome, and so small,
Who is compounded
of them all?
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First line: Come come away [For 'tis but a folly](reprise)
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 1.1, sig.a7v-a8r.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Alu. Thanke you; if you your selfe chance to forget it
Come but to me I'le doe you the same curtesie,
In the meane while make me your servant Sir,
I will instruct
you in things necessary
For the creation of a Shepheard,
and
Wee two will laugh at all the world securely,
And fling jests 'gainst the businesses of state
Without endangering our eares.
Come, come away,
For 'tis but a folly
To be melancholy,
Let's live here whil'st we may.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of ACLR1>.
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First line: 'Tis better to dance than sing
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 1.1, sig.b3r-v.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Al. So, I'me deliver'd, why how now Ladds?
What have you lost your tongues? Ile have them cry'd,
Palaemon, AEgon, Callidorus, what?
Are you all
dumbe? I pray continue so,
And i'le be merry with
my selfe.
Song.
'Tis better
to dance then sing,
The cause is if you will know it,
That I to my selfe shall bring
A Poverty
Voluntary
If once I grow but a Poet.
AEgon. And yet me thinkes you sing,
Al.
O yes, because here's none doe dance,
And both are
better farre then to be sad.
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First line: For 'tis but a folly [To be melancholy](reprise)
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 1.1, sig.b3v.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Al. Come Hilace, thee and I wench I warrant thee,
You and your wife together. God blesse you; so---
For 'tis but a folly, &c.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of a line in ACLR1 . Thereafter reprises occur on nine further occasions before the next song--at 2.1 (sig.b5v, b6r, and b6v) and 3.1 (sig.c3r, c4r (x2), c7r, c8r, and d4r)>.
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First line: It is a punishment to love
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 4.1, sig.d5v.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Composer: William Webb
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.267, n.1841 [Music] New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), p.65 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Flo. Nay rather sing, your
lips are Natures organs,
And made for nought lesse sweet
then harmony.
Call. Pray doe.
Bell.
Though I forfeit
My little skill in singing to your wit,
Yet I will do't, since you command.
Song.
It is a punishment to love,
And not to love
a punishment doth prove;
But of all paines there's
no such paine,
As 'tis to love, and not be lov'd
againe.
Till sixteene parents we obey,
After sixteene, men steale our hearts away;
How wretched
are we women growne,
Whose wills, whose minds, whose
hearts are ne're our owne!
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First line: Then sing [away the day] (reprise)
Source Edition: Love's Riddle (1638), 4.1, sig.d6r.
First Performed: revived pre-1678?
UMI(1) reel no.: 953:14
Author: Abraham Cowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Alu. Hold? why I'le warrant thee it shall hold,
Till we have ty'd you both in wedlock fast,
Then let the bonds of Matrimonie hold you
If 'twill,
if that will not neither, I can tell you
What will I'me
sure; A Halter.
Then sing, &c.---
<NOTE: This is a reprise of ACLR1. This is reprised another eight times to the end of the play--at sig.d6r (again), d7r, e3r, e3v, e4v, e7v, f6v and f7r-v>.
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First line: I smil'd with eyes that darted rays
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Ovid (1662, pub.1669), 1.3, pp.16ff.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:12
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
After a Flourish of loud Musick, Enter Hymen, Cupid, and Venus singing.
Ven. I smil'd with eies, that
darted rayes
Of sweet desire on either's face.
Cupid. And I such shafts did put in ure
As only
they themselves could cure.
Hym. And I Love's
best Physitian quickly found;
Each others hand might
heal each others wound.
Ven. May they dissolve
in love, yet prove
No Diminution by their love,
Cup. May they their fears and pains requite,
And spend (in such revenge) this night.
Hym. What
ere they do, they may with ardent Zeal;
For they have
Licence under my great Seal. Enter Mercury.
Merc.
Jove hath commanded me to let you know
You shall not
want a grace that Heaven can show.
By virtue therefore
of my sacred Wand
Juno, and Pallas, hither I command;
That they (with Venus) may again contest,
To whom
belongs the Golden Apple best.
And Paris (by my Caduceus
Power),
I charge to come from thy Elizium Bower.
Now let thy doom meet the just will of Jove
And
thou shalt feast with Deities above,
Forgo thy Solitary
shades, and sit
A judg upon Olympus for thy wit. Enter
Juno, and Pallas.
Pallas. Wherefore are we thus
summond to appear
To humain view? and to these Mortals
here?
Juno. I hope Jove now will not disturb our
Raign,
And fall in love with women-kind again.
Pallas. Surely long since (Queen of the Deities)
He did abandon terrene vanities.
Juno. Daughter,
he swore (by Dis) to me himself,
He would for ever leave
all amarous stealth:
Yet Juno cannot but suspect the
worse;
He once so long continu'd such a Course.
Pallas. Pallas hath often blush'd to hear Mars tell,
Following his Fathers steps he did but well,
My
brother was too blame.
Juno. Alas! my son
Gloried to imitate what Jove had don.
Your sister
Venus was an hansome Child.
Pallas. And Mars (when he was young) was very wild.
Merc. Saturnia, needless,
I do know your fears;
Had Jove meant so, hee'd not
have met you here.
Paris is slow in his Approach. Sure
some
Fine Dreams have fix'd him in Elizium.
Again I must command him to appear. Enter Paris.
Paris. You need not (Maia's sons) for I am here.
I had not made such stay, but was in talk,
With
my fair Queen in a delicious walk.
Where Agamemnon, and
the Spartan King,
And all those many Princes, they did
bring
To fight for the Revenge of that fam'd Rape,
Did laugh at our Discourse, not envy at.
Thrice
happy are those Shades, where none do bear,
Those Passions
that so tyrannize it here.
The Grecian Chieftains have
a thousand times
Curs'd their own rage, that cros'd
us in our Crimes:
For when their wiser souls were loosned
from
Their Bodies (forc'd unto Elizium
By violent deaths) and clearly understood,
Those follies
they had sealed with their blood.
Amazement ceas'd
upon them all. Our Troy,
(Which that so fatall Quarrell
did destroy.)
Had flourish'd still in Pompe; All
they and we
Had liv'd in peace and in Felicity.
And died in our own beds, had they been blest
T'have
had those thoughts wherewith th'are now possest.
We are not jealous in those plains of Bliss:
They for
fruition care not, there, that kiss
Hellen of Greece,
and I (without dispight
To Menalaus self) take what Delight,
Pleaseth us there the most. Every one there,
Sleights
those things most they doted upon here.
Our Bodies being
compos'd of Elements
Incline Mankind to seek to please
the sense.
But there our Spirits (being unconfin'd)
Strive at the satisfaction of the mind.
Though
Souls embrace, They Organs want, and Places
To raise
a jealousy at their embraces:
We at our old Amours do
often laugh.
Merc. Then you was in discourse, which I broke off?
Paris. No matter (Mercury)
'tis fit I pay
My duty unto Jove, and him obey:
What therefore is his will? that I may soon
Submit
to his Inevitable Doom.
Merc. You must again an
Umpire be, and tell
(In beauty) which of these doth most
excell.
Paris. My Judgment I have given, once,
and why
Should that again to my discussion lye?
Merc. 'Tis Jove's Decree, And he (if you refrain)
Will make you Subject unto Pluto's Raign,
From
the Elizium Plains, remove you quite,
And cast you into
an eternall night;
(Insteed of Helen's voice) where
evermore
You shall hear Cerberus bark, Cocytus rore,
And dreadfull Phlegeton (with horrid Noise)
Torment
your ears, as darkness shall your eies.
Paris. I must submit.
Merc. Here take this golden Ball.
And give't to her that's hansomst of them all.
Paris. I shall (in my Opinion) doom aright:
But wish that Jove had chose some other wight.
But the
last time these goddesses emploid
Me in this kind, it
was on Sacred Ide.
Why therefore here, in so remote a
Town?
And Countries, so far distant from mine own?
Merc. Cast but your eies about this Crouded Place,
And you may judge, it is to do a Grace
To some
in this fair Company.
Hymen. To day,
That generous youthfull Pair became my Prey.
Cupid.
But they had never been your Captives bound,
If I had
not compeld them by a wound.
Merc. Jupiter (to
do honor to this Night)
Hath summond these t'appear
to humain sight:
And hath commanded you (before this
Throng)
To give that Apple where't doth most belong:
Be well advis'd (after exact Survey)
How you
dispose the golden Fruit away.
Paris. Prime goddesses
of the Olympick Court,
That Paris grace again with your
Resort.
I on my knees beg leave, that what I do
For One, may not offend the other Two:
Because
our Poets have profes'd, that we
Have been afflicted
for my first decree;
For thence two of you did our foes
become,
And hastned-on the Sack of Ilium.
I must obey Imperious Jove's Command,
Venus. And we to thy Arbitriment will stand.
Juno. I
do protest (by all my Rule above),
I'le not be angry
howsoe're It prove.
Pallas. And, Priams son,
I will be nothing stirr'd
Or discontent, if others
be prefer'd.
Paris. Having implor'd your
Mercies, Now I fall
To look to whom belongs the Golden
Ball.
Juno hath sweet black eies, Pallas fine hair,
Venus is just proportion'd wondrous fair.
As
I have done before, again I must,
Venus The Ball's
thine; And my judgment just.
Gives it to her.
Juno. To tax thy Doom, were but a needless shift,
Pallas. Nor do We envy her the petty guift.
Venus.
To show there is no falling out, Lets all
Fall in, and
dance (before this Pair) a Ball.
Juno. You and I (Trojan Prince) will lead: this sport
Juno. You have been famous for, in Priam Court.
Paris.
Supremest goddess, you a Grace conferre
Too high, upon
your humble Honorer.
Juno. Hymen, Cupid, and Maia's
son, advance;
Let's show these Mortals an Olympick
Dance. All the Maskers dance.
After a Flourish of Solemn loud Musick, Enter Jupiter.
Merc. The King of gods and men! Haile thundring Jove!
Pallas. Why hath my Father left his Throne above?
Jupiter.
Perceiving Venus, and her wanton Son,
(To do some service)
were by Hymen won
From my star-paved Court, and looking
down
Upon the world, and (in it) on this Town,
I soon espide the business: Therefore straight
Summond you both to meet (this Nuptiall night)
My daughter
Venus here, that we might do,
A Grace divine unto these
happy two.
How Paris hath bestow'd the Ball, I've
seen:
But give it me again (you amorous Queen
Of Cyprus) It hereafter must not be
A Trophy to the Paphian
Diety.
Ven. Great Jupiter, I yield to thy Command,
Jupi. And I thus give it t'a more beautious hand. Gives
it Clorina.
Here may you flourish long in bliss, and
when
You weary grow of the abodes of Men,
I'le fix you both (t'amaze all human eies,)
A
glorious Constellation in the skies.
Pallas and Venus
do not take offence,
For she is a superior Excellence:
And frown not Juno; I no more will make
Converse
with Mortals, for thy Quiet's sake.
Hadst thou thus
given the Golden Ball, I had Speaks to Paris.
Made thee
Companion unto Ganimed.
Take hands, and dance, whilst
our attentive eares
Do guide our feet, to Musick of the
sphears. They dance the second Dance.
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First line: Blest and best pair make haste to bed
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Ovid (1662, pub.1669), 1.3, p.24.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:12
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
Hymen. Blest, and best Pair make
haste to bed,
The Bride still owes her Maiden-head.
Cupid. There you can only find a Balm,
The festring
of my Darts to calm.
Venus. And Youth, and Beauty
may delight,
In all Joyes of a Nuptiall night.
Chorus. There when you shall be left alone, and Kiss,
You need not envy to the gods, their Bliss.
Jupiter.
'Tis time we leave these to a new Delight,
And therefore
Jove himself doth bid good night.
Exeunt, Maskers.
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First line: Most happy is the libertine
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Ovid (1662, pub.1669), 5.3, pp.123-4.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 734:12
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Dance ended, this Song follows.
I.
Most happy is the Libertine,
And of mankind
the most ingenious;
Who from grave Precepts doth decline,
And doth indulge his jovial Genius.
Oh! the joyes,
the joyes,
They have that follow Vice,
Without
any fear of the gods:
Who freely wast their Treasures,
To purchase them their pleasures,
And are with
the virtuous at odds.
II.
The
Atheist is the greatest fool,
Who only aimes to please
his Senses;
Thinking in Heaven no Gods bear rule,
And tipples, murthers, swears, and wenches.
Oh!
the woes, the woes,
That follow all those
Who weare out their lives in vice,
That swear, whore,
kill, and drink
And never them bethink,
Till
they fall into Hell in a trice.
After the Song is ended they all seize on him, and Carry him away.
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First line: Since in my orb I shined fair
Source Edition: Trappolin creduto Principe, or Trappolin Suppos'd a Prince (1633), 2.2, p.447.
First performed: revived 74/5? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1400:22 (1658)
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
Venus. Since in my Orbe I shined
fair,
And Lovers did befriend,
(The morning
and the evening Star)
I never could commend
(Heaven
blessed paire) none like to you,
Whom time shall never
make untrue.
May Hesperus and Vesper lose
Their lights, fair Venus fall:
If all her power
she doth not use
To prosper you withal.
May
other Dieties grant you life,
I'le make you loving
man and wife.
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First line: The gracious planets which command the days
Source Edition: Trappolin creduto Principe, or Trappolin Suppos'd a Prince (1633), 2.2, pp.448-9.
First performed: revived 74/5? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1400:22 (1658)
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hym. The gracious Planets which command the days
By powerful influences, you have heard
To bless you both
according to their ways,
Vowing to be your keepers and
your guard.
Them for your sakes with me I brought along,
That they might prosper you as well as I,
Because
this marriage knot I'de tye so strong,
That it there
nothing ever should untie.
You whom the heavens will
prosper all your life,
You whom on earth ther's nothing
can offend;
Most happy pair, most happy man and wife,
Your lives in love wear out and in love end.
Nor
shall a Poet hired for his gain,
Vpon your Tomb a feigned
Verse engrave;
Mens tongues and tears shall make you
both remain
Above the power of an Epitaph.
But may you live till you aweary be,
Not of your selves,
but of these earthly sports;
And the eternal joys above
would see,
Which ever are in Joves immortal Courts.
Thus unto you do gods their wishes give,
And unto
them may you according live.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: 'Tis idleness that is the cause
Source Edition: Trappolin creduto Principe, or Trappolin Suppos'd a Prince (1633), 3.2, pp.472-3.
First performed: revived 74/5? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1400:22 (1658)
Author: Sir Aston Cokain
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
I.
Hipol. Tis idleness that is the cause
We lose our liberties:
The busie Cupid never drawes
To yield unto his vice.
2.
Away
with love, it is a thing
I hope I nere shall know;
When many weep so I shall sing,
Have joy while
they have woe.
3.
The happiness of
love is poor,
Compar'd to liberty;
Blest
lovers do hard things endure,
Their pleasures to enjoy.
4.
May I live ever as I do
Free
from that foolish pain;
I wish that no man may me woo,
Until I love again.
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First line: Jack thou'rt a Toper let's have t'other Quart
Source Edition: Bonduca: or, The British Heroine (1695), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 166:13 (1696)
Author: Anonymous (not George Powell according to H&S)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.268, n.1852 [Music] Joyful Cuckoldom (1671 (1695?)), no.43 (UMI(2) 2032:10) et al.
Text of song:
Enter Corporal, Macer, and other Soldiers as a Foraging.
CATCH, Sung by the Soldiers.
Jack, thou'rt
a Toper, let's have t'other Quart:
Ring, we're
so sober, 'twere a shame to part.
None but a Cuckold,
Bully'd by his Wife
For coming late, fears a Domestick
Strife.
I'm free, and so are you, to call and knock
boldly,
Tho' Watchmen cry, Past Two a Clock.
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First line: Hear us great Ruguith <Rugwyth> hear our prayers
Source Edition: Bonduca: or, The British Heroine (1695), 3.2, p.20.
First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 166:13 (1696)
Author: Anonymous (not George Powell according to H&S)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Parts of the following are recorded in Day and Murrie, p.237, n.1312 and p.237, n.1313. Lyrics only appear in Songs in Bonduca (1695), p.4 (not on microfilm). [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus...Second Book (1702), pp.92-5 (CT(1) 5662:10) et al.
Text of song:
Enter Druids Singing; Bonduca, Claudia 2d. Daughter, Venutius, Nennius, Comes, Hengo, &c.
1 Dr. Hear us, Great Ruguith, hear our Prayers:
2 <Dr.> Defend, defend thy British Isle.
1 <Dr.> Revive our Hopes.
Disperse our
Fears.
3 <Dr.> Nor Let thine Altars be
the Roman Spoil.
Chor. Descend, ye Powers Divine, Descend
4 <Dr.> In Chariots of Etherial Flame,
And touch the Altars you Defend.
Chor. O Save our
Nation, and our Name.
5 <Dr.> Hear, ye
Gods of Britain; hear us this Day:
Let us not fall the
Roman Eagle's Prey.
Clip, Clip their Wings, or chase
'em home;
And Check the Towring pride of Rome.
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First line: To arms your ensigns strait display
Source Edition: Bonduca: or, The British Heroine (1695), 3.2, p.22.
First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 166:13 (1696)
Author: Anonymous (not George Powell according to H&S)
Composer: Henry Purcell (Part One-- nwc) (Part Two-- nwc)
Performer/s: Messrs. Freeman and Edwards
Source/s of Music: Parts of the song recorded in Day and Murrie, p.357, n.3411 and p.187, n.437 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book (1696), pp.4-5, 5-6 (UMI(2) 1899:5) et al.
Text of song:
Car.
Now sing ye Druids:
Sing, Sing ye Druids! All your Voices
Raise,
To Celebrate Divine Andate's Praise.
Sing, Sing Divine Andate's Praise.
Divine Andate!
President of War,
The Fortune of the Day Declare.
Shall we to the Romans yield:
Or shall each arm
that wields a Spear,
Strike it through a Massy Shield;
And Dye with Roman Blood the Field? [Thunder here.
Oracle. ---Much will be spill'd.
1
& 4 Dr. To Arms, to Arms: Your Ensigns strait display:
Now, now, now, set the Battle in Array.
The Oracle
of War Declares,
Success Depends upon our Hearts and
Spears.
Vers. & Cho. Britains, Strike Home: Revenge
your Country's Wrongs:
Fight and Record your selves
in Druids Songs.
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First line: Oh lead me to some peaceful gloom
Source Edition: Bonduca: or, The British Heroine (1695), 5.1, p.44.
First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 166:13 (1696)
Author: Anonymous (not George Powell according to H&S)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Miss. Cross
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.304, n.2486 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 2094:10).
Text of song:
Enter Lucius with a Lute.
Luc. I'd have the Song
you taught me last.
I fear, I do resemble now the Swan,
That Sings before its Death.
Second SONG, by Miss Cross.
<Bonvica.> Oh! Lead
me to some Peaceful Gloom,
Where none but sighing Lovers
come.
Where the shrill Trumpets never sound,
But one Eternal Hush goes round.
There let me sooth my
pleasing Pain,
And never think of War again.
What Glory can a Lover have,
To Conquer, yet be still
a Slave?
After the Song, enter Messenger.
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First line: Sing ye druids all your voices raise
Source Edition: Bonduca, or The British Heroine (1695), song not printed in the play.
First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 166:13 (1696)
Author: Anonymous (not George Powell according to H&S)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.333, n.2981 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus...Second Book (1702), pp.95-9 (CT(1) 5662:10). Lyrics first appear in Songs in Bonduca (1695?), not on microfilm.
Text of song:
Sing ye Druids all your Voices raise,
To celebrate divine Andates Praise.
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First line: Let these joys be in prime
Source Edition: Cromwell's Conspiracy (1660), 2.2 & 3, pp.6-7.
First performed: 8 August 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Crowm.
Ah now my Dearest, thou sing'st sweetly to me,
We'l
have a Masque to recreate our Spirits;
Enter ye six prime
Westministerian Senators.
Musick strike high our Spirits
to advance,
While we do mingle in an active dance
Act 2.Sc.3.
Enter six Masquers, Ambition, Treason, Lust, Revenge, Perjury, Sacriledge with musick, they dance; Cromwell and Mrs. Lambert joyn, at last Peter sings.
SONG.
I.
Let these Ioyes be in prime,
Nought by virtue is a Crime;
Mauger the wise,
Mean men must rise
Every Olympiad of Time.
II.
Tast them boldly terrene pleasures,
Yours is the Earth and all its Treasures,
Rifle,
plunder,
Keep all under,
Let <illeg.>
your Leisures.
<NOTE: In the text the words in inverted commas (murmurers wast[e]) are difficult to read, and this is a best guess based on letter structure>.
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First line: How happy's the pris'ner that conquers his fate
Source Edition: Cromwell's Conspiracy (1660), 3.1 & 2, pp.9-11.
First performed: 8 August 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: Anonymous
Composer: Not recorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.244, n.1422. [Lyrics] Choyce Drollery, 1656, pp.93-6 (UMI(2) 486:19); [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres and songs, Book 3, 1681, p.27 (UMI(2) 286:13)
Text of song:
Crowm. <...> Come drive these thoughts away,
we'll have a Song:
Squeakers come in, and sing the
best
And newest Song.
Act 3.Scaena.2.
Enter Musicians.
Musicians. Sir, did your Honour call?
Cromw. Yes honest friend, come sing a merry Catch.
Mrs. Lambert. I'm not for mirth now, good my Lord.
Cromw. Nay good my
Lady, since w'have been so blith
Let us not now,
quash all our last delights;
Musiccian sing.
Music. I shall my Lord.
SONG.
I.
How happy's the Pris'ner that
conquers his fate
With silence, and we're on bad
fortune complains
But carelesly plaies with his Keys
on the grate
And makes a sweet consort with them and
his chaines
He drownds care with Sack, while his thoughts
[are?] opprest,
And makes his heart float like a Cork
in his breast.
Then since w'are all slaves who Islanders
be
And the World's a large Prison enclos'd with
the Sea,
We will drink up the Ocean and set our selves
free,
For Man is the World's Epitome.
II.
Let Tyrants weare Purple deep dy'd in the bloud
Of them they have slain, their Scepters to sway:
If our consci[ence?] be clear, and our Title be good
To the raggs that hang on us, w'are richer than they:
We'll drink down at night what we begge or can borrow
And sleep without plotting for [more?] the next morrow.
Then since w'are all slaves, &c.
III.
Come Drawer and fill us a pack of Canary,
One
Brimmer shall bid all our sense goo[d night?]
Whe[n?]
old Aristotle was frolick and merry.
By the juyce of
the grape he turn'd Stagyrite;
Copernicus once in
a drunken fit found
By the course of his brains that
the World turn'd round.
Then since we are all slaves,
&c.
IV.
Tis Sack makes
our faces like Comets to shine,
And gives beauty beyond
a Complexion mask;
Diogenes fell so in love with his
wine,
That when 'twas all out he still liv'd
in the Cask,
And he so loved the scent of the wainscotted
Room,
That dying he desired a Tub for his Tombe.
Then since we're all slaves, &c.
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First line: This is the state of kingly glory
Source Edition: Cromwell's Conspiracy (1660), 3.4, p.13.
First performed: 8 August 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lies down, laies his head upon his Sword, and fall's asleep: Musick playes, and this Song is sung.
SONG.
This is the state of Kingly glory
Kings they
are but transitory,
Beggars they ascend the Throne,
Vengeance light on every one
They wh'have all
things at their beck
Will ride untill they break their
neck.
Rise, O Cromwell, [ne're?] relent,
Here's a Throne from Heaven sent.
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First line: As I was walking in the night
Source Edition: Cromwell's Conspiracy (1660), 3.4, pp.14-6.
First performed: 8 August 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Pride.
My Lord I thank you, but methinks I cannot
Yet frame
my self for mirth, besides you know
I ne're could
sing above two old dull tunes,
The one the Downfall of
the angry [Bears?],
The other too is but a drunken Song
I heretofore have learnt among my fellowes.
When
I did help to bear the Brewers Slings,
And That I'm
sure won't please you.
Crowm. Why thinkest
thou so, let it be what it will,
Better be doing something
than sit still.
Pride. Well then sir, since you
needs will have it so,
Ile do my best endeavour to content
you.
Pride sings.
SONG.
I.
As I was walking in the night,
The Brewers Dog my braines did bite,
My head grew
heavy, my heels grew Light,
And I, like my Humor well
well,
And I like my Humor well.
II.
With Tipsy frenzy in my head,
My Hostesses
Cellar is my Red;
The World is our own when the Devil
is dead.
And I like my &c.
III.
With my Indian Chimney in my hand,
Having a
Boy at my command,
Like a grave Church-warden then do
I stand.
And I like my &c.
IV.
Then I talk of matters of State,
What newes
from the Palatinate.
What Princes are confederate.
And I like my &c.
V.
Then
do I speak of newes from Court;
Or of the taking of some
great Fort,
I swear a lye is a true Report.
And I like my &c.
VI.
And
as I walk along the Street
I quarrel with every post
that I meet,
I kick the dunghills about with my feet.
And I like my &c.
VII.
And as I pass by the Taylors stall
My nose and
the stones a fighting do fall,
We Kiss and are friends,
and so we part all
And I like my &c.
VIII.
Then down I do fall as the Watchmen
see,
They ask me if that I foxed be,
I tell
them it is my humility.
And I like my &c.
IX.
Now doth the Constable curse and
ban,
He bids me stand if I be a man;
I tell
him he bids me do more than I can
And I like my &c.
X.
For my Hostess bad me pay my Score;
I stood as I could and I call'd her whore,
And so I went reeling out of the doore.
And I like my
&c.
XI.
And when I
came home my wife did scold,
It was my patience made
her so bold
I told her that I would have her controul'd.
And I like my &c.
XII.
I prithee sweet-heart do thou be Civil,
Ore
Ile take a course to cure this evil
By beating out of
the scolding Devil.
And I like my Humour well well,
And I like my Humour well.
Crowm. Well sung Sweet Tom...
<NOTE: Song appears as "When I do travel in the night" in II Merry Drollerie (1661, pp.73-5)>.
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First line: Where's the pope [Come to die in a rope]
Source Edition: The Coronation of Queen Elizabeth (1680), 3.2, p.19.
First performed: August 1680 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter one who sings, in Answer to a Noise behind the Scenes,&c.
SONG.
Voice. Where, where's the
Pope?
Answer. Come to die in a Rope:
Or his
Breath expire, by the flames of hot fire.
To meet the
just Plagues that his sins do require.
Voice. Pray what
is his Crime?
For coming to Popedom before 'twas
his time;
For Murther and Whoredom, for Poison and Rape,
For killing the Father and making escape,
From
the Chair of St. Peter to a Heretick City;
Mid'st
the Rabble, to suffer without any pity.
A round, a round,
round, inclose the Pope round;
Push him and <t?>oss
him on Prongs; all yet quicker,
Till he cryes there's
no hope, for bloody, bloody Pope,
And a cheating old
fool of a Vicar. [Exit Singer.
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First line: In vain 'gainst love I strove
Source Edition: Henry the Second, King of England; With the Death of Rosamond (1692), song not printed in play.
First performed: 8 November 1692 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 51:11 (1693)
Author: Anonymous ( William Mountfort or John Bancroft?)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Dyer
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.265, n.1795. [Music] Comes Amoris: or The Companion of Love...Fourth Book, 1693, pp.24-5 (UMI(2) 136:6) and others.
Text of song:
In vain 'gainst Love I strove,
Reason,
nor Honour, could its force remove;
Tho' Honour fresh
objections brought,
And each had wondrous Sense I thought,
Yet Love more strong, Tho' not so wise,
Belyes
my Tongue in my fond Eyes;
One answers faintly no, no,
no,
But yes, oh yes, the last much louder cryes.
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First line: Celestial pow'rs that rule above
Source Edition: Irena (1663), 4.4, p.64
First performed: Unacted-licensed 13 October 1663.
UMI(2) reel no.: 498:36
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Per. What you think fit, I must consent to. [They retire into the next room, and sing.
Song.
Caelestial
Pow'rs that rule above,
And that incline our hearts
to Love,
Since you've bin cruel, now be kind,
And grant that we some ease may find.
Grant that
our hearts opprest with grief
May now at length find
some relief.
Fair Paphian Queen, to whose bright
eyes,
The Gods themselves became a prize:
Ah, Let's intreat thee, pray thy Son
To finish what
he has begun.
For Love's a flame that may grow less,
If not recruited by success.
Great God of
Love, whose pow'rful Dart
At once wounds both the
Mind, and Heart:
Ease us from what we still indure,
From future storms, let's be secure:
And we'll
proclaim Love then to be
Of all the greatest Dietie.
[The Song ended, they enter again.
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First line: Though to our Sex 'tis that Love owes
Source Edition: Irena (1663), 5.1, p.69.
First performed: Unacted-licensed 13 October 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 498:36
Author: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ire.
In the mean while,
Let's retire into that Arbour,
And sing.
Per. Well agreed. [They retire into an Arbour, and sing.
Song.
Though
to our Sex 'tis that Love owes,
What of his pow'r
the world yet knowes;
And 'tis our eyes that does
inspire
Mens hearts with Love, and with desire:
Wer't not for us, the world would be
Both from
Lov's pow'r and Empire free.
Enter Just. and Han They listen to the Song.
Yet Love still
with his golden Darts
Ne're spares to wound our tender
hearts.
We're rob'd by that ungrateful Boy,
Both of our Freedome, and our Joy.
He ne're
considers 'tis our Eyes
That gains him such a glorious
Prize.
Then let's not Lovers make dispair,
But be as kind, as we are fair;
Since from Love's
Empire, nor his pow'r
We cannot free our selves an
hou'r.
Beautie's a shield too weak to prove
Defence, against the Darts of Love.
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First line: The rosy morn looks blithe and gay
Source Edition: Love at First Sight (pre-1707), song not printed in play.
First performed: Unknown (pre-1707)
UMI reel no.: Not applicable
Author: Anonymous
Composer: "set by the late" Jeremiah Clarke ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.324, n.2827. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth, Volume Six, 1719, pp.359-60 (CT(1) 4480:06). First appeared in Wit and Mirth, Volume Five, 1714, pp.304-5 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
The Rosey Morn lukes blith
and Gay,
The Lads and Lasses on the Plain;
Her bonny, bonny sports pass o'er the Day,
And leave
poor Jenny tol complain:
My Sawndy's grown a faithless
Loon,
And given, given Moggy that wild Heart;
Which eance he swore was aw my own,
But now weese me
I've scarce a part.
Gang thy gate then perjur'd
Sawndy,
Ife nea mere will Mon believe;
Wou'd
Ise nere had trusted any,
They saw Thieves will aw deceive:
But gin ere Ise get mere Lovers,
Ise Dissemble
as they do;
For since Lads are grown like Rovers,
Pray why may na Lasses too.
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