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Item Code: ANMMI1

First line: What a pleasant life the milkmaids lead

Source Edition: The Merry Milkmaid of Islington, or The Rambling Gallants Defeated (1679), 1.1, p.3.

First performed: September-October 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 945:20 (in The Muse of Newmarket, 1680).

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter Margery singing, as going a Milking.

Marg. What a pleasant life the Milkmaids lead,
She trips and dances o're the Mead;
She dabbles in Dew, and sings to her Cow,
And cryes fond love, I defie thee now;
She sleeps in the night, though she toyls in the day,
And merrily passeth her time away.

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Item Code: ANMTOTM1

First line: Fa la fal fal la la fa la fa

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 1.1, p.5.

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter Cringe singing, drest most exactly with Ribbons and-

Crin. Fa la fal fal la la fa la fa--

Friend. Whom have we here? a kind of Morrice-dancer by his trip and trim.

Fair. O Sir, 'tis my Rival, one that Mr. Turbulent designs for Lucies Husband, he is a Mercer of Lombard-Street, his name is Finical Cringe.

Crin. Fa la la fal la la--

Friend. A pretty spruce airy What d'ye lack Sir.

Fair. Yes, he learns to sing, dance, fence and to play of the Violin, scorns to be like the Citizens, but scurvily imitates the Courtiers. Nay he is a pretender to Poetry, makes Sonnets and Scrosticks on his Mistress Name <...>

<NOTE: Cringe continues to sing Fa la la throughout the rest of the scene>.

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Item Code: ANMTOTM2

First line: Fa la la la

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 2.1, p.20 (recorded as p.30)

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter Cringe--singing fal la la la

Luc. Oh here's my finical fa-la--I'le make him change his Note instantly--I must leave fooling with this Fool.

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Item Code: ANMTOTM3

First line: Fa la la la fal la la ly

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 2.1, p.31 (recorded as p.17)

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Crin. And so I will hey--(I don't care a pin for you Mr. Lucia fa la la la fal la la ly do you think I doted on you [To Mrs Lucy hey--you are mistaken hey, and I will have Mes. Priscilla, aside sings. and she shall have your Portion hey--how do you like that hey--

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Item Code: ANMTOTM4

First line: Fal la la fa la la fa la

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 2.1, p.32 (recorded as p.24).

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Crin. So, I have made a short hand of it hey-I shall get Mr. Turbulent's Daughter, and Mrs Lucia's Portion , for she'll Marry M. Fairlove hey, and then her Uncle won't give her a Groar hey-and so I shall have all-for he has nobody else to give it to hey-a fig fot Mrs. Lucia, hey, fal la la fa la la fa la--[Exit Singing.

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Item Code: ANMTOTM5

First line: I keep my horse I keep my whore

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 3.1. pp.37-38 (recorded as pp.45-6).

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

Lyrics: Thomas Middleton et al.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.250, n.1536. Song is from 'The Widdow'--see TMTW1 for score.

Text of song:

Tur. <...> Come Nephew, have you forgot all your Old Songs--

Fur. No Uncle, I will sing any that you like.

Tur. Oh sing the Hymn of the High-way-man--

Fur. What--I keep my Horse, I keep my Whore?

Tur. I, that--that--

Fur. (So now it begins to work--what pains am I fain to take, to open the close-lock'd heart of this covetous Uncle of mine) well i'll sing it Uncle.[Sings an Old Song.

I keep my Horse--I keep my Whore,
I take no Rents, yet am not poor--
I travel all the Land about,
And yet was born to never a foot
With Partridge plump, and Woodcock fine
I do at Midnight often dine;
And if my Whore be not in Case,
My Hostess Daughter takes her Place.
The Maids sit up, and watch their turns;
If I stay long the Tapster mourns.
The Cook-maid has no mind to sin,
Tho' tempted by the Chamberlain:
But when I knock, Oh how they bustle,
The Hostler yawns, the Geldings justle,
If Maid but sleep, Oh how they curse her,
And all this comes of deliver your Purse Sir.

[Turbulent sets himself in an antick Posture, staring with his eyes, and holding his hands like a Changelling, singing after him all the singing after him all the while--nodding his Head up and down.

Tur. Oh that once again, dear Nephew--Sings, but when I knock, &c.--

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Item Code: ANMTOTM6

First line: Fa la la la

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 4.1, p.56 (recorded as p.64).

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter Cringe, Singing Fa la la la.

Fri. Away Fairlove--here is the foolish City Poet: I had rather meet a Ghost, than this troublesome Fop-- <...>

<NOTE: Cringe sings Fa la la la, Fal la la, &c. throughout the rest of Acts 4 and 5>.

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Item Code: ANMTOTM7

First line: Tell me prithee faithless swain

Source Edition: Mr Turbulent: or, The Melancholicks (1682), 5.1, pp.63-64 (recorded as p.60 and p.72).

First performed: October 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1764:27

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter on the Stage a young Maid antickly dress'd staring and singing.

Mad maid. Tell me prethee faithless Swain,
Tell me prethee faithless Swain,
Why you did such passion feign,
On purpose to deceive me?
I no sooner lov'd again.
But you began to leave me--

<speaks> Hey hoe--Are you Strephon?--No, no, you are not he; he had Garlands on his head-- (Singing) Oh my Love's dead, and laid in his watry Grave.
<speaks> Pray tell me, did you see Strephon?--
(Singing) Tell me gentle Strephon, why
You from my Embraces fly

<speaks> Oh--there he is, there he is, stay, stay, stay, Strephon, stay. [Exit running.

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Item Code: ANOAE1

First line: Let me ye satyrs let me know

Source Edition: Orpheus and Euridice (1697), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: October 1697 (at the Boarding-School at Besselsleigh)

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: Richard Goodson ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.275, n.1978. [Music] Francis Smith, Musica Oxoniensis, 1698, pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 548:9).

Text of song:

Orpheus's Song to the Satyrs.

<Orpheus> Let me, ye Satyrs, let me know,
Why you thus disturb my Peace?
Have I not yet Ills enough,
That will not let me live at Ease?

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Item Code: ANOAE2

First line: From shining courts there's none retreat

Source Edition: Orpheus and Euridice (1697), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: October 1697 (at the Boarding-School at Besselsleigh).

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: Richard Goodson ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1092. [Music] Francis Smith, Musica Oxoniensis, 1698, pp.10-1 (UMI(2) 548:9).

Text of song:

Orpheus's Song to the Woods...

From shinig courts there's none retreat,
Or fly the Glories of the Great:
Except the Wife and the Unfortunate.
I, O ye Groves, do humbly sue,
To bid the idle World adieu;
And here disclose my very Soul to you.

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Item Code: ANOAE3

First line: I come to the waters [The woods and the shades]

Source Edition: Orpheus and Euridice (1697), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: October 1697 (at the Boarding-School at Besselsleigh).

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: Richard Goodson ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.249, n.1507. [Music] Francis Smith, Musica Oxoniensis, 1698, p.12 (UMI(2) 548:9).

Text of song:

Cupid's Song...

<I.>

I Come to the Waters,
The Woods and the Shades,
Where the Swains and the Nymphs do all gang:
With my Shafts that will go,
Very swift from my Bow,
And a String that shall merrily cry Twang.

II.

An obstinate Swain
Shall receive twice the Pain,
And my Shaft shall stick up to the Fang:
But who e're courts the Fight
Shall find his Wounds light,
And a String that shall merrily cry Twang.

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Item Code: ANOAE4

First line: Stop O ye waves and hear me tell

Source Edition: Orpheus and Euridice (1697), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: October 1697 (at the Boarding-School at Besselsleigh).

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Weldon (nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Linsey.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.338, n.3078. [Music] Mercurius Musicus, May and June 1702, pp.27-9.

Text of song:

Orpheus's Song to the Waves...

Stop O ye Waves, and hear me tell,
What joy, what pains of grief a wretched Swain befel;
The rowl away, and rowlling to each other say;
Let us Love, and let us Play,
In wanton murmurs while we may:
For so did once the Thracian Swain;
But while you thus securely guide,
Think, O! think when you come
To the highest tide of pleasure, you must then divide,
As Orpheus did, and far as wide.

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Item Code: ANPROC1

First line: Begone fond love make haste away

Source Edition: Pair-Royal of Coxcombs (1678), pp.18-9.

First performed: 1678-9? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 645:16 ( "Female Poems on Several Occasions", 1678)

Author: `Ephelia' (possibly Rachel Powney)

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

Text of song:

The first Song in the Play.

Begone fond Love, make haste away,
Duty, not thee, our Souls must sway:
Can thy Almighty Pow'rs
Find out no other Hearts,
To Shoot thy Fatal Darts,
But hapless Ours,
Who cannot, though we wou'd, Obey?
What secret Pow'r is it, Controuls
The Empire thou pretend'st o're Souls?
That still thy shafts are lost,
And still thou Shoot'st in vain,
For they that feel most Pain,
By Duty 're Crost,
Or else unjustly meet Disdain.
Fondly Men say, the World doth move
By Loves Command; for simple Love,
Alass! is Subject unto Fate:
Oh Love! Assert thy Pow'r,
And make the Dotards, in an hour
Our Faces hate,
And the young Knights like Swans or Turtles prove.

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Item Code: ANPROC2

First line: Come quickly Death

Source Edition: Pair-Royal of Coxcombs (1678), pp.19-20.

First performed: 1678-9? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 645:16 "Female Poems on Several Occasions"(1678).

Author: `Ephelia' (possibly Rachel Powney)

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

Text of song:

The Second Song.

Come quickly Death,
And with thy fatal Dart,
Release that Heart
That hath too long been thy great Rivals Slave:
Oh! stop that Breath
I languish out in pain;
Let me not Sigh in vain,
But quick and gently send me to my Grave.
For since that Swain
That I so dearly prize,
Doth scorn my Sighs,
And break those Sacred Vows to me he gave;
I'le not complain of Mans Inconstancie,
But humbly Beg of thee, with speed and ease,
To send me to my Grave.
And Love i'le still
Adore thy Deity,
And Worship thee:
If to my alter'd Shepherd thou'lt Relate,
Since 'twas his will, I should not call him mine,
I freely can Resign, and Die for him,
And glory in my Fate.

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Item Code: ANSVHW1

First line: Young Celinda's youthful charms

Source Edition: She Ventures and He Wins (1695), 2.2, pp.13-4.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 511:43 (1696)

Author: Anonymous ('Ariadne' )

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

Text of song:

Sir. Char. <...> Come, Gentlemen, let's have the Song.[To the Musick.

SONG.

Young Celinda's youthful Charms,
Fills the admiring Town with wonder;
The stubbornst Heart, her Eyes alarms,
And makes them to her Power surrender.
Face, and Shape, and Wit so rare!
Heavens Master-piece she was design'd:
A graceful Mien, and such an Air,
Nothing excells it but her Mind.
Tho' Women envy, Men admire;
Her Eyes, in all, do Love inspire.

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Item Code: ANSVHW2

First line: Restless in thoughts disturb'd in mind

Source Edition: She Ventures and He Wins (1695), 2.2, pp.15-6.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 511:43 (1696)

Author: Anonymous ('Ariadne' )

Composer: John Eccles

Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.322, n.2800 [Music] A Collection of Songs (1696), f.8--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Jul. <...> Prithee Betty sing the last new Song I gave you.

Char. Nay, if thou'rt come to Rhiming, thou'rt in Love indeed.

SONG.

Restless in Thoughts, disturb'd in Mind,
Short Sleep's deep Sighs: Ah much, I fear,
The inevitable Time assign'd,
By Fate, to Love's approaching near.

When the dear Object present is,
My flutt'ring Soul is all on fire:
His sight's a Heaven of Happiness;
And, if he stays, I can't retire.

Tell me, some one, in Love well read,
If these be Symptoms of that Pain.
Alas, I fear, my Heart is fled,
Enslav'd to Love, and Love in vain.

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Item Code: ANSVHW3

First line: Say brother devil say what must be done

Source Edition: She Ventures and He Wins (1695), 3.1, p.20.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 511:43 (1696)

Author: Anonymous ('Ariadne' )

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

Text of song:

Enter two more Devils...two more enters and sings.

Devil. Say Brother Divel say, what must be done,
With this wicked Mortal, whose Glass is now run,
Wee'll dip him in Styx to abate his hot Lust,
Then headlong to Hell we the Letcher will thrust;
Wee'll laugh at his Torments and jest at his Groans,
The Horns he design'd he shall feel in his Bones.
Let's away with him then to great Pluto our King,
Who expect before this the lewd Victim wee'll bring.

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Item Code: ANSVHW4

First line: Oft have you told me that you lov'd

Source Edition: She Ventures and He Wins (1695), 3.5, pp.24-5.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 511:43 (1696)

Author: Anonymous ('Ariadne' )

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

Text of song:

Love. <...> What think you of a Song, Ladies, 'twill give us time to eat.

Char. With all my Heart.

Love. Call in the Musick there? [exit Waiter

Enters with Musick.

To the Musick. Come pray oblige us with a Song.

A Dialogue by a Man and Woman.

Woman. Oft have you told me that you lov'd,
And askt how I your Flame approv'd;
Of Love and Flames I've heard 'tis true,
Yet never till it came from you.
But I would know what 'tis so call'd,
Before my Heart in't be involv'd.

Man. 'Tis a desire in the Mind,
A pleasing Pain, and Joy refin'd.
Life is a dull insipid Thing,
Where Love its Blessings does not bring.
The Gods themselves, who Joy dispence,
Have felt its mighty influence.

Woman. If Gods that Power have own'd, alas! I fear
I strive in vain to keep my Freedom here.

Man. Resign it then, and bless me with your love,
A Glory I'd not change to move
The brightest Star in all the Orb above.

Woman. If you will promise ever to be true,
My Heart and Freedom I'll give up to you.

Man. As well the Needle from his Pole may move,
As I to Love and Thee unfaithful prove.

Chorus together.

In Love and in Pleasure we'll pass all our Nights,
And each day we;ll revel with some new Delights.
Thus we'll Live, and Love on, till together we Die;
And in each others Arms to Elizium will fly. [ex. Musick.

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Item Code: ANSVHW5

First line: Look down great Hymen from above

Source Edition: She Ventures and He Wins (1695), 5.1, p.44.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 511:43 (1696)

Author: Anonymous ('Ariadne' )

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

Text of song:

They Dance, after which this Song.

Look down great Hymen from Above,
These Pairs preserve in Peace and Love.

May never Jars their Joys molest,
But still a sweet and Halcyon rest

upon their mutual Bliss attend,
And ev'ry Hour new Pleasures send.

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Item Code: ANTAP1

First line: Why should Beauty stand contesting

Source Edition: The Abdicated Prince, or The Adventures of Four Years (1690), 1.2, pp.11-2.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1:15

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Qu. <...> Prithee sing me that Song you learnt last, I like the humour on't.

Syc. O my Conscience so do I, for I put it in practice but last night.[aside.

SONG.

Syc. sings. Why should Beauty stand contesting
With the amorous pressing Lover,
When the granting of the blessing
To her self new joys discovers?

Let the old and ugly plead
Their fears and vain excuses,
Beauty stands in no such need,
And is above abuses.

Cho. Yield Phyllis then while time invites,
And all your hopes are easie,
Delay in business or delights
Should never never please you.

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Item Code: ANTB1

First line: See how regardless she surveys

Source Edition: The Bragadocio; or, The Bawd Turn'd Puritan (1691), 2.1, p.21.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1399:4

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Carol. <...> we'll have a Song to divert you,---Here---Lyddy, Sing you new Song. [Calls aloud.

Lyddy, Enters, and Sings.

See how regardless she surveys
Whole Crowds of fetter'd Swains,
That boast themselves her Sacrifice,
And Triumph in her Chains.
see while their trembling Hearts expect
Some blessing from her Eyes,
She frowns, and with a cold neglect,
Kills all their blooming Joys.

Fair, Mighty Nymph! if you thus hast
To shew your endless power;
The number of your Slaves, alas,
Will lessen ev'ry hour;
And while you please your boundless Will,
Your Empire will decay,
You'll not have lover left to kill,
Nor Subject to obey.

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Item Code: ANTB2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Bragadocio; or, The Bawd Turn'd Puritan (1691), 4.[3], p.52.

First performed: Unacted

UMI(2) reel no.: 1399:4

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Flush. A Health to our Royal Master. (The rest Sing, whilst he Drinks, And so round at every Health.)

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Item Code: ANTCN1

First line: Come come Astatius come away

Source Edition: The Constant Nymph, or The Rambling Shepherd (1677), 1.1, p.9.

First performed: July 1677 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 734:24

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

A SONG, Sung in Parts.

Come, come Astatius, come away;
Love is affronted by thy stay:
Beauty it self too is Disgrac'd,
If Love move slowest at the last.

The Muses he do's stay to bring,
That they the Nuptial-Song may Sing:
And they, perhaps, are not yet drest,
As does become so great a Feast.
Chorus. Oh think him not so dimnly Ey'd:
The Muses all are in the Bride.

Come, come Astatius, come away,
Hymen's affronted by they stay:
For who t'his Marriage does not hast,
Loosens the Knot he should make fast.

The Graces he will bring, perchance,
That they may at the Wedding Dance:
And they, perhaps, make this delay,
To form the Figures on the way.
Chorus. Oh think him not so dimnly Ey'd!
The Graces all are in the Bride.

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Item Code: ANTCN2

First line: His skin to Lillies But Alas

Source Edition: The Constant Nymph, or The Rambling Shepherd (1677), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: July 1677 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 734:24

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Alv. <...> His skin to Lillies; But, Alas,
They scarce are white to what that was:
His Flesh to Roses; But for Scent,
That farr in Sweetness those out-went.
His Blood to Hyacinths: But how
Richer in Purple then, than now.
And unto Myrtle Boughs, his Bones;
But, Oh in due Proportions,
How short of them! I, these are he.
And now again, as formerly,
In the soft Murmuring of Doves,
We'll mutually set forth our Loves.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: ANTCN3

First line: The Goose and the Capon

Source Edition: The Constant Nymph, or The Rambling Shepherd (1677), 4.1, p.31.

First performed: July 1677 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 734:24

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter Clinias, Singing.

The Goose, and the Capon,
The Calves Head and Bacon,
Are ready, are ready,
To be set on the Table.
But if this good Victual
Can draw <?> but a little,
There's something, there's something,
Draws more than a Cable.

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Item Code: ANTFA1

First line: What strange disguises lovers wear

Source Edition: The Feign'd Astrologer (1668), 3.4, p.54.

First performed: Unacted?

UMI(2) reel no.: 487:1

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Fan. Shall I sing you a song, Cosen, to divert sad thoughts.

Cel. I prythee, Fannie, 'twill chear thee,
However it work on me.

Fannie sings

What strange disguises Lovers wear?
Mishapen shapes they still affect,
Thus the white bull that doies Europa bear
Shrouding Jove's person does his Love defect:
Thus the same overruling power
Send him to Danae in a shower.

If 'mong the gods he bear this sway,
What can he not o're Mortals doe?
He that with Deities thus dares to play,
Will govern sure Mankind as strangely too:
Nor is the fairer sex more free
From Metamorphoses then we.

For women once:----
Cel. I'le hear no more...

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Item Code: ANTFS1

First line: Fie Amarillis cease to grieve

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 1.1, p.13.

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.219, n.986 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1706), pp.182-3 (CT(1) 10355:17) et al.

Text of song:

A SONG.

Fie Amarillis, cease to Grieve
For him thou never canst retrieve:
Wilt thou sigh for one that flies thee?
Scorn the Wretch that Love denies thee;
Call Pride to thy aid,
And be not afraid
Of meeting a Swain that is kind,
As hansome as he
Perhaps he may be,
At least a more generous mind.

Oh! Cupid make him feel her Pain,
Oh! let him Sigh and Wish in vain;
Let him pursue the haughty Fair,
And still meet nothing but dispair;
And may he ne'er find
A Nymph that is kind,
Nor let his Passion meet return;
May he always believe,
She always deceive,
May he still in fruitless fires burn.

Amar. I did not ask thee for a Song like this; I can ne'er consent to Curse him: May he be ever Bless'd <...>

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Item Code: ANTFS2

First line: Haste give me wings and let me fly

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 2.1, pp.18-9.

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

Performer/s: Anne Bracegirdle

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

Text of song:

The Mad Song Sung by Mrs. Bracegirdle.

Hast, give me Wings and let me fly,
That I may mount the starry Sky,
And there, of all the Gods enquire
How I may squench my fierce Desire:
See where the charming Nymph does lie,
Oh! Give her to me, or I die.
I'll mount above and Rescue my Sire,
And I'll tumble the Tyrant down,
He shall not dare to Embrace my Fair,
Tho' grac'd with th' Imperial Crown.
See! See! Neptune with his watry Train,
Come, come, ye Tritons, come all all around,
Come Plunge me in the watery Main,
And all my Flames confound.

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Item Code: ANTFS3

First line: Damon as I value thee so I vow

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 2.1, p.20.

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Dam. Give us some Sign which you intend for Happiness.

Clor. I will.

[Takes Damon's Garland and wears it on her own Head, and puts her own on Alexis.

Clo. Damon, as I value thee, so I Vow
To wear this Garland that adorn'd thy Brow;
This wreath of Flowers, Alexis, which were mine,
Because thou lov'st me, turly shall be thine.
Dam. Oh! happy Damon! she thy Garland wears,
That holds thy Heart chain'd in her lovely Hairs.
Alexis. I doubly blest, this Garland once did twine
About her Head, that now Embraces mine.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: ANTFS4

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 2.1, p.28.

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Cla. Gentle Virgins, let us try to charm him with some Musick. Let but soft sleep seize his troubled Spirits, and e're the grey-ey'd Morn arise, I'll put his Sense in Tune.

Songs and Dances.

Uran. He sleeps: Bear him gently in.

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Item Code: ANTFS5

First line: Ceres to whom we all things owe

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 3.1, p.52 (actually p.42).

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

A HYMN TO CERES.

Ceres, to whom we all things owe,
Who Corn and Oil, and Fruits bestow;
Look down and bless this Pious Deed:
'Tis by thy Laws these Victims bleed.
Oh! let Claius Blood atone,
For all the Ills his Love has done.
Let it kindle Joy, and quench the Fire
Of thy too long incensed Ire.
Chor. Look down, thou Goddess of our Isle,
And let thy glorious Image smile.
Look down, &c.

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Item Code: ANTFS6

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Fickle Shepherdess (1703), 3.1, p.47.

First Performed: March? 1703 (L.S)

CT(1) reel no.: 5621:10

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Adrast. Come, all ye Shepherds, with your Pipes and play;
Henceforth let this be kept a Holyday.

Songs and Dances.

Amint. Let Peace and Plenty in our Isle abound <...>

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Item Code: ANTMOF1

First line: Kawasha comes in majesty

Source Edition: The Mask of Flowers (1614).

First Performed: revived 1660?

UMI reel no.: Not filmed

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Wilson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.271, n.1899 [Music] Wilson, John, Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads (1660), pp.18-21 (UMI(2) 44:10).

Text of song:

Kawasha comes in Majestee,
Was never such a god as hee
He is come from a farr Cuntree
To make our nose a Chimnee:
Silaenus Asse doth Leere to see,
This well appointed Companee.
A Hey a Hey a Hey for and a Hoe,
A Hey for and a Hoe
Wee'le make this great Potan Drinke
Off Silaenus Cann,
And when that he well drunke is
Returne him to his Munkey's
From whence he came.
More Incence Hath been burned
At great Kawasha's foot,
Then to Sylen or Bacchus Both,
Or take in Jove to boote.
Wherefore then yeeld or quit the field.

The Worthy's they were nine 'tis true,
And lately Arthurs Knights we Knew.
But now are come up of Worthies new,
The Roaring Boyes Kawasha's Crew.
But if Silaenus Asse should bray,
'Twould make them Roare and run away.
A Hey a Hey for and a Hoe,
A Hey for and a Hoe
Wee'le make Sylen fall downe,
And cast him in a Swoune.
To see our men of Ire
Of all Snuffig Puffing Smoake and Fire
Like fell Dragoone.
More Incence Hath been burned
At great Kawasha's foot,
Then to Sylen or Bacchus Both,
Or take in Jove to boote.
Wherefore then yeeld or quit the field.

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Item Code: ANTMR1

First line: You ladys who are young and gay

Source Edition: The Morose Reformer (c.1700), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: Unknown (c.1700).

UMI reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.396, n.4086. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, 1705, p.336 (CT(1) 10004:01) and others. First appeared as a broadside c.1700.

Text of song:

You Ladyes who are young and gay,
Since Time too swiftly flyes away,
Bestow your hours of leisure,
On Courts, on Gardens, springs, and Groves,
On Conversation, lawful Loves,
And ev'ry harmless pleasure.

Be you the finest Shows at plays,
Alluring youth to Love and gaze,
But try no mad Conclusions:
Be ev'ry where and often shown,
But vision like be touch'd by none
Be only fair Delusions.

For pleasure ramble round the Town,
But give your Friends no cause to frown,
From Honour never sally:
How they're contemn'd who were admir'd,
In Courts had all their hearts desire
For ev'ry kiss a tally.

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Item Code: ANTOTR1

First line: Sound the shrill trumpet sound a brisk alarm

Source Edition: Timoleon; or, The Revolution (1697), 2.[2], pp.18-9.

First Performed: June 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 518:7

Author: Anonymous (possibly Southby?)

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

Text of song:

A Song of Triumph.

Sound the shrill Trumpet, sound a Brisk Alarm;
Awake the drousie World, and bid it arm,
Whilst Cannon's thunder, beat the ratling Drums,
The din of War this Triumph best becomes.

I.

Timoleon comes with Victory;
Conquest attens his Sword,
Who slew the Monster Tyranny,
And Scicily restor'd.
Cho. Sing, sing his Praise, Heroick Acts rehearse,
His Deeds repeat in everlasting Verse.

2.

The wretched Power of doing Ill,
Who did by Laws restrain;
estroy'd the Tools of Boundless Will,
And taught King's how to Reign.
Cho. Small Force there needs to keep Mankind in awe,
When Princes justly act, and rule by Law.

3.

Lean Vertue long has hid her Head,
And Merit pale was grown;
Astrea to the Skies was fled,
And Passion rul'd alone.
Cho. This Hero came, inflam'd with Noble Rage;
The Monster's slain; restor'd the Golden Age.

Cho.2. Sing, sing his Praise, Heroick Acts rehearse,
His Deeds repeat in Everlasting Verse,
Who Tyrant crush'd, whose Fames were stain'd with Blood,
And sought no Name, but that of Just and Good.
This Isle, for monstrous Gyants, fam'd in Story,
Was kept till now, to raise Timoleon's Glory.

Unbrace the Drums, let the loud Trumpets cease,
Tune all the Instruments of pleasing Peace.
In lofty Strains and Sounds Divine,
Exalt his Fame, ye Sacred Nine,
Whose Voices and whose lasting Breath,
Can give him Life e'en after Death.
On Pindus tops fresh Wreaths of Flow'rs prepare,
For him who best deserves a Crown to wear.

Cho. Scicilians all, for ever pay,
A Tribute to this Happy Day;
A Yearly Festival proclaim,
To celebrate your Hero's Name;
Crown'd with Branches of the Vine,
In Bowls of Mongebella Wine,
Let Timoleon's Health's go round

Him with Long live, greeting.

To Cannons roar and Trumpets sound,
Let distant Shoars, Long live, rebound,

Eccho still repeating.

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Item Code: ANTOTR2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Timoleon; or, The Revolution (1697), 4.1, p.51.

First Performed: June 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 518:7

Author: Anonymous (possibly Southby?)

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

Text of song:

Pedro. Let's drown 'em both together.

[They drink, and sing a Drunken Song. Whilst they are drinking...

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Item Code: ANTPJ1

First line: From beggar's alarm'd [Now thieves we'll be arm'd]

Source Edition: The Puritanical Justice; or, The Beggars Turned Thieves (1697), 2.1, p.8

First Performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 773:14

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

2 Beggar. Damn him, and all his Executioners; let's Drink and divert those dismal Thoughts with a Song.

Omnes. Agreed: but first let the Pot go round.

They Sing.

From Beggars alarm'd,
Now Thieves we'll be Arm'd,
And act all the Mischief
We can, Sir;
If we're hang'd from a Cart,
We'll each let a Fart,
For the Justice that caus'd this
Sad end, Sir.
And to his sweet Lady
That's Priest-ridden, Hei-day,
Yet rides the dull Beast at her Pleasure,
Our Members bequeath,
In her Scabbard to sheath,
To incite her Devotion at leisure.

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Item Code: ANTPJ2

First line: Cheer up [And let the Beadles scour]

Source Edition: The Puritanical Justice; or, The Beggars Turned Thieves (1697), 2.1, pp.9-10.

First Performed: 1697-8? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 773:14

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

4 Thief. <...> We'll have another Song to divert the houghts of his Cruelty, and our own Misfortunes.

The Song.

Chear up, chear up,
And let the Beadles scowr
The Streets with his Rods, and his Staff Night and Day:
We'll play least in Sight,
And be out of Power,
We steal that by Night,
That we Revel with next Day.
Then Confusion shall be drunk
To the Justice and his Punk,
To the Constables and Beadles,
And Informers with their Wheedles,
To all Bridewel Dogs and Gaolers,
And Hell-born Beggar Railers.
Thus, thus, we'll merry be,
Till either they, or we,
Swing to Heaven in a String,
With Hei ding, ding,
Thank the Justice.

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Item Code: ANTRA1

First line: The old man he peep'd through the barn-door

Source Edition: The Rampant Alderman; or, News from the Exchange (1685), 2.1, pp.15-6.

First performed: Unacted?

UMI(2) reel no.: 224:30

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Alderm. Well, well, I will be patient, I will, I will. But as long as I did not touch thee about the Middle, as the Song says, what needs all this Coyness? And now I think on't, shall I sing an old Catch to thee, Sweet-heart?

Cordelia. Any thing to keep ye more Tame.

Alderm. Come on then.-- And the Theme shall be a touch about the Middle, -- ah Rogue. [Frisks about.

Cordelia. Come, come, begin.

Alderman Sings.

<1.>

The Old Man he Peep'd through the Barn-door,
As he was walking along,
And there he spi'd four Legs on the Floor,
And his Wifes two Legs among.

2.
Ho, ho, quoth he, since I do perceive,
You Dance without a Fiddle:
I pray what e're you do with her Legs,
To let her alone in the Middle, the Middle.
To let her alone in the Middle.

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Item Code: ANTRF1

First line: Mater apostolarum ora pro nobis

Source Edition: The Royal Flight: or, The Conquest of Ireland (1690), 1.4, pp.5-6.

First performed: 1690 (H&S)

UMI(2) reel no.: 577:7

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

I Priest. Mater Apostolarum, ora pro nobis--Singing--

2 Priest. [Whispering to his Companion]--S'life Joy make a great haste--for by my Shoule, Joy, I have promis'd a Dear Joy to meet her by Twelve of the Clock-

I Priest. By my Shoule I'm in thy Condition--Audi preces Nostros pro Domino Nostro Jacobo--bo--bo--Singing-- Omnes Regine Caeli, audi preces nostros--Singing--

Hall. Sing Holy Men--pray Heartily Sons of Heav'n, and you shall see happy days--

Omnes again--[Tearing their Throats]--Regine Caeli audi preces nostros--pro Domino Jacobo--bo--bo--

Hall. And your Abbies and your Nunneries shall be restored to ye again.

Omnes again, Yo--He--Ba--bo--be--bo--bo--yo-- He--bo--bo--bo--Au--men-- Singing

Hall. And ye shall tread upon the Necks of the Hereticks--

Omnes again, Yoh--heh--Ba--be--bo--ba--bo-- Yoh--heh--ba--bo--bo--bo--Au--men-- [Singing. <...>

Omnes again --Yoh--Heh--ba--bo--be--bo--ba--bo--Yoh--Heh--bo--ba--bo--bo--Au--men <...>

Omnes --Yoh--heh--ba--bo--be, be--ba--bo--Yoh Heh--bo--ba--bo--bo--bo--Au--men--

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Item Code: ANTRV1

First line: Rest thy soul in bliss dear friend

Source Edition: The Royal Voyage, or The Irish Expedition (1689), 3.6, p.38.

First performed: "Acted in the Years 1689 and 1690"

UMI(2) reel no.: 1193:6

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Enter An Irish Funeral, of one of their Commanders kill'd in the last Action. Tapers, Crosses, Dirges. Two fat Friars singing--, and praying for his Soul.

Song by the Priests.

I.

Rest thy Soul in Bliss dear Friend!
Now beginning, n'ere to end:
At Purgatory be not scar'd
Its Flame shall never singe thy Beard.
Mount torights to Heav'n, nor stay
To call at the Half-way-house by th'way.

II.

On thy Soul, while here below,
If some little spots did grow:
Murder, Perjury, or Rape
Or some such other small Escape:
By thy meritorious Fall
Thou hast o're atton'd 'em all.

III.

Innocent as Child unborn
On the golden wings of morn
Mount to bliss, and pray for those
Strugling with their faithless Foes:
Aid thy Friends who thee adore
As thou other Saints before.

[They put him into the Grave...

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

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Item Code: ANTRV2

First line: Ah brother Teague why didst thou go

Source Edition: The Royal Voyage, or The Irish Expedition (1689), 3.6, pp.38-9.

First performed: "Acted in the Years 1689 and 1690"

UMI(2) reel no.: 1193:6

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

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

[They put him into the Grave, and the Irish kneel down by him, tear their Hair, throw up the Dirt, and lament his death with unsufferable Howlings, as their manner is, singing this Song over his Grave.]

Irish SONG.

Ah Brother Teague! Why didst thou go?
Whillilla lilla lilla lilla lilla lilla loo!
And leave they Friends in grief and wo,
Aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo!

Hadst thou not store of Houshold-stuff
Whillilla &c.
Potates and Usquebagh enough
Aboo &c.

Three Sheep, one Garroon, and a Cow
Whillilla &c.
A Garden, Cabin and a Plough
Aboo &c.

Why wouldst thou Teague! Ah tell me why
Whillilla &c.
Thus play the Fool and maake a dy
Aboo &c.

Why didst thou touch the fatal shore
Whillilla &c.
Where we shall never see thee more
Aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo aboo!

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Item Code: ANTSC1

First line: Oh the mighty pow'r of love

Source Edition: The Self Conceipt, or: The Mother Made a Property (c.1700), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: Unknown (c.1700).

UMI reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Bowman

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.308, n.2539. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Volume Four, 1706, pp.295-6 (CT(1) 10355:17) and others. First appeared as a broadside c.1700.

Text of song:

Oh! the mighty pow'r of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The harmless Swain is ever blest,
Beneath some Silent Shady Grove;
Until some Nymph invade his Breast,
And disapprove his eager Love.

Oh! the mighty pow'r of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The Greatest Hero, who in Arms,
Has gain'd a thousand Victories;
Submits to Celia's brighter Charms,
And dreads a killing from her Eyes.

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Item Code: ANTSL1

First line: When first I saw her charming face

Source Edition: The Surpriz'd Lovers (c.1700), song from an unidentified play.

First performed: Unknown (c.1700)

UMI reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr Bowman

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.375, n.3728. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Four, 1709, pp.46-7 (CT(1) 8822:04) and others. First appeared in broadside c.1700.

Text of song:

When first I saw her charming Face,
Her taking Shap<e> and moving Grace;
My Rosie Cheeks, my Rosie Cheeks did glow with heat;
My Heart and my Pulse did beat, beat, beat,
My Heart and Pulse did beat;
I wish'd for a, I wish'd fo a, do you, do you guess what,
Do you guess what makes Soldiers fight,
Soldiers fight and States-men Plot;

Subdues us all in every thing,
And makes, makes a Subject of a King,
Still she deny'd, and I reply'd,
Away she flew, I did pursue,
At last I catch'd her fast;
But oh! had you seen, but oh! had you seen,
Had you seen what had past between;
Oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear,
I fear, I fear, I have spoil'd her Wast.

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Item Code: ANTTOV1

First line: So bright young Celia's charms you'd swear

Source Edition: The Triumphs of Virtue (1697), 2.1, p.17.

First Performed: February or March 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1624:1

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

A Bed-Chamber, and a Spinette set forth. Isidora plays upon the Spinette, and sings.

The SONG.

So bright young Celia's Charms, you'd swear
That the whole Blooming Spring smil'd there.
And then she drest with Airs so gay,
As even out-shin'd the very May.
But when she Danc'd, and when she Sung,
On her sweet Voice what Raptures hung?

Why all this Pains? why all this Cost?
'Tis but to have our Hearts well lost:
For all our Pomp, and all our Pride,
Is only to set out the Bride.
We Dress, we Plume, we Dance, we Play,
And all to give our Souls away.

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Item Code: ANTTOV2

First line: What is beauty what is youth

Source Edition: The Triumphs of Virtue (1697), 3.1, pp.27-8.

First Performed: February or March 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1624:1

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

A Symphony of Musick performed, and a Dance.

Bell. This Musick is too dull, wants Ayr and Life.
To Feast our Ears more nobly, let me have
The Song, set by the fam'd Musitian
To the great Cardinal of Alba.

The SONG.

I. What is Beauty? what is Youth?
Without Honour, Faith, or Truth?
What is Glory? what is Blood?
Without Shame, or being Good?

2. Toys ensnaring, Madness antick;
Pride bewitching, Greatness frantick:
'Tis Virtue only can suffice,
To make fond Love both chaste and wise.
Chor. Hark, hark, how they Die,
Forgotten never;
Whose Names, like Pyramids rais'd to the Sky,
Are constant ever.

I. Shall a Mistress fair require
Service, humbled with Desire?
Shall a Look, a Toy, a Smile,
Chain a Heart, or Faith beguile?

2. No, oh no, she will be ranging,
Who is in her Favour's changing:
Wou'd Lov's bright Sphear in lory move?
'Tis there where Virtue shines with Love.

Chor. Come, come, come, you who are
Opprest by Duty;
Learn to distinguish from a falling Star,
A true fix'd Beauty.

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Item Code: ANTTOV3

First line: I'll sing you a song of my mistress so pretty

Source Edition: The Triumphs of Virtue (1697), 3.1, pp.36-7.

First Performed: February or March 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1624:1

Author: Anonymous

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Doggett

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.256, n.1636 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Part (1700), p.216 (UMI(2) 1821:19) et al.

Text of song:

Guz. Well Bully, if thou canst roar so briskly, canst not thou sing too?

Mass. Sing!

SINGS.

I'le sing you a Song of my Mistris so pretty,
A Lady so frolick and gay,
It tickles my fancy to tune her sweet Ditty,
For Love is all her Play.

She's pretty and witty, and tunes like a Fiddle,
A Lady so frolick and gay.
Begins at both Ends, and end in the middle,
'Tis Love is all her play.

She Hugs, and she Kisses without a word speaking,
A Lady so Frolick and Gay,
That she falls on her Back without flinching or squeaking,
For Love is all her Play.

She can sleep with a whole load of Greatness and Honour,
A Lady so Frolick and Gay,
In a fair pair of Sheets, and warn Love upon her,
For Love is all her Play.

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Item Code: ANTUM1

First line: You fly from what you seek deny what you implore

Source Edition: The Unnatural Mother (1697), 1.1, p.8.

First Performed: c. September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1076:21

Author: Anonymous (attributed to 'Ariadne' by Harbage and Schoenbaum)

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

Text of song:

(Spirit descends and sings.

You fly from what you seek, deny what you implore;
Return, thy Father's Grief to cheer,
Tell him thy Love, and do not fear,
'Tis he thy Doubts can clear,
And to thy longing Wish thy Mistress will restore.

The hellish fatal Sisters thy senses will beguile,
Thy envy'd Joys they will debar,
And cause a deadly mortal Jar,
Of Jealousie beware,
Thy Sight too will delude thee, and Innocence exile.

The Parricide, who woo's thee to her lewd Bed, detest;
For Heaven will at last agree
To crown thy constant Loyalty,
And happy thou shalt be;
Take warning, gentle Youth, and be for ever blest.

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Item Code: ANTUM2

First line: Hence you infernal Spirits come not near

Source Edition: The Unnatural Mother (1697), 3.1, p.22.

First Performed: c. September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1076:21

Author: Anonymous (attributed to 'Ariadne' by Harbage and Schoenbaum)

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

Text of song:

Scene draws...Two Priests and two Women sing the following Song.

First Priest. Hence, you infernal Spirits, come not near
This sacred Pile, let those pure Ashes rest:
His spotless Soul to the great God's most dear
Ascend through these bright Flames up to the Blest.

Second Priest. O Vespa! place this Urn safe from the reach
Of the black Serpent of the House of Smoak:
Let his most pious Life Example teach,
The God of thousand Gods we thus invoke.

Chorus together. Great Tanagoopoo, hear our Prayer,
These Ashes take into thy Care;
Keep the foul Dragon in his Den,
The Enemy of Gods and Men.

First Woman. Thou that to Virgin-Prayers an Ear dost lend,
Sacred Amida, Goddess of our Vow,
To thy chaste Care these Ashes we commend,
Thy Favour to our just Request allow.

Second Woman. To Paradise his holy Soul convey,
What happy Spirits on the Good do wait,
Where the bright Sun makes an eternal Day,
Blessed for ever from the reach of Fate.

They all walk round the Pile, singing this Chorus together...

Ascend, ye Flames, up to the Skies,
We with it send our Prayers and Cries:
Great Tanagoopoo bow thine Ear,
Vouchsafe our Pray'rs and Tears to hear.

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Item Code: ANTUM3

First line: Follow me [Thy enemies at jars thou't see]

Source Edition: The Unnatural Mother (1697), 3.1, p.40.

First Performed: c. September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1076:21

Author: Anonymous (attributed to 'Ariadne' by Harbage and Schoenbaum)

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

Text of song:

Spirit. Follow, follow, follow me,
Thy Enemies at jarrs thou't see:
Be thankful Youth, the Gods take care
Thy Doubts and Jealousies to clear
Follow, follow, follow me,
The Mystery shall unravel'd be.

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Item Code: ANTUM4

First line: 'Twas on a fatal day by chance a lovely swain I saw

Source Edition: The Unnatural Mother (1697), 4.[2], p.45.

First Performed: c. September 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1076:21

Author: Anonymous (attributed to 'Ariadne' by Harbage and Schoenbaum)

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

Text of song:

Beb. <...> Prithee Sardea sing the Song you us'd to entertain me with.

SONG.

'Twas on a fatal day by chance a lovely Swain I saw,
His graceful Mein and noble Air did my attention draw.
When on his knees the timerous Youth did first my Pity move,
With tender Sighs and moving Tears he swore eternal love.
I soon believ'd what most I wish'd; for, ah too headless Maid!
The easie Conquest he obtain'd my treacherous Eyes betray'd.

He gain'd the soft Confession too from my unguarded Heart
In Transports all o'er extasie, but all, alas, was Art;
For now the false forsworn forgets his Vows to Heaven and me;
Regardless of my Honour too, he boasts his Perjury.
Ye Gods, if injur'd Innocence be your peculiar care,
Revenge my Wrongs on that false Man, and wounded Fame repair.

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Item Code: ANTWTB1

First line: O the little delights that a lover takes

Source Edition: The Woman Turn'd Bully (1675), 2.3, pp.32-3.

First performed: 24 March 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 971:12

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

B.Good. <...> (Musick of Violins and Flageolets.
So, enough--Now, Frank, the Song I gave ye.

A SONG,
Which ended, Loveal appears in the Balconey.

<NOTE: The lyrics appear at p.33 (incorrectly recorded as p.40)>.

The Song.

1.

O the little delights that a Lover takes
To tell his dear Phillis how much he despairs;
How great are his Cares,
And how his heart akes!
Now praising, now blaming, now flattering Miss,
While all the fine story not signifies this.

2.

Sure Love can't consist in ill Language and Railing?
To term Miss a Monster for Beauty and Parts,
The thief of mens hearts;
Nay, call her for failing
A Tyrant with all sorts of mischievous Arms,
And make us believe she's a Witch for her Charms.

3.

Much better in my minde, though less like a Poet,
Is plainly to shew her, when in a Love-fit,
The meaning of it;
And let her know it
In such Terms as Nature shall dictate and tell us,
And not like your scribling Fop-amorous fellows.

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Item Code: ANTWTB2

First line: Ah how charming is the shade

Source Edition: The Woman Turn'd Bully (1675), 3.3, pp.50-1.

First performed: 24 March 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 971:12

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Spr. To tell ye true, 'tis my Masters Niece, whom he has, for faults best known to himself, confin'd to her Chamber. I perceive she is preparing for a Song; and then you'll hear the best Voice in London, Mr.Trupenny.

Trup. Aye marry Sir, I love singing with all my heart; and time was, when I cou'd a----

Spr. Whist, whist.

Song. (Within.

Ah! how charming is the shade,
How sweet the calm delight,
That in this amorous Grove is made;
How cool the shade, and yet the day how bright!
Hark! the little Philomel
On yonder Bough complains,
And while she her sad tale does tell,
Eccho replies in the same mournful strains.

Thus, thus, is both the eye and ear
Ravisht with what they see and hear.
Does not all this
Invite us to soft Love, and mutual Bliss?
See my Clymene, see,
How that enamour'd pair of Doves
With melting Sympathy,
Enjoy their ever equal Loves.

They know no cares, nor feel they ought
To trouble the more pleasing thought.
Full of the same
Soft fire they burn, and cherish the kinde flame.
Ah! happy, happy they!
We two may full as happy be,
If you but smile, and say,
Content, Amintas, I agree.
Content, Amintas, I agree.

Trup. By that sigh, with which the Lady concludes her Song, I presume, Mr Spruce, she is in Love.

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Item Code: ANTWTB3

First line: O London wicked London town

Source Edition: The Woman Turn'd Bully (1675), 4.3, pp.63-4.

First performed: 24 March 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 971:12

Author: Anonymous

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

Text of song:

Clar. But pray, Mr.Trupenny, why are you such an enemy to London?

Trup. Fough, I hate it.---Why, did you never hear the Song?

<The next seventeen lines of dialogue relate to the song>

Trup. <...> Time was when I cou'd have done well; but

Trupenny sings. To be sung al'yvronge, in a drunken humour.

SONG.

1.

O London, wicked London-Town!
Whose Spots is many and so brown,
Deform thy face in such a fashion,
Thou dost appear the one black Patch---
Yea, of the Nation.

2.

Ye Ladies that wear powder'd Toors:
Ye honest Women eek, and Whores,
Reform your lives, and by degrees
Leave the Back-fall, and rather fall---
Yea, on your knees.

3.

Ye Gallants that wear Sword and Scabbard;
Ye Coopers eek, that deal in Clapboard,
Repent for shame: and do ye hear?
Drink no more Sack, but rather Ale---
Yea, drink small Beer.

4.

Ye men of Trade that deal in Lying,
I mean, in Selling and in Buying,
Look to your Wives, for it is spoken,
They are as crackt as you your selves---
Yea, full as broken---

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Item Code: ANWWHTW1

First line: Belinda's pretty pleasing form

Source Edition: Women Will Have their Wills (1699), song from a lost play.

First performed: Unknown (pre-August 1699).

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Anonymous

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Gouge.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.182, n.352.[Music] Mercurius Musicus, August 1699, pp.166-7 and others.

Text of song:

Belinda's pretty pleasing Form,
Does my happy Fancy charm;
Her prittle, prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging,
Most obliging; whilst I'm Pressing, Clasping, Kissing,
Oh! Oh! how She does my Soul alarm.
There is such Magick in her Eyes,
Does my Wondring Heart surprise:
Her prinking, mimping, twinking, pinking:
Whilst I'm corting, for transporting,
How like an Angel She panting lies.

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Item Code: ASTSJ1

First line: No more no more to ask [Of God and king]

Source Edition: The Subject's Joy for the King's Restoration (1660), p.14.

First performed: May 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)

UMI(2) reel no.: 509:41

Author: Anthony Sadler

Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The first song.

I.

No more, no more, to ask,
Of God, and King,
Too sad's a Task,
In this glad Masque;
To undertake, and sing.

2.

But, since my Loyal tongue;
Hath Royal greeting;
'Twere double wrong,
A single Song,
For to deny this Meeting.

3.

Angels, and Men, shall know;
And All, hold forth;
The Zeal I ow,
And love I show,
Unto my Princes worth.

4.

And now, in grateful-wise,
I'le kneel agen;
To Sympathize,
The Peoples Cryes,
God save the King. Amen.

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Item Code: ASTSJ2

First line: Sir wait awhile while God your patience tries

Source Edition: The Subject's Joy for the King's Restoration (1660), pp.31-2.

First performed: May 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)

UMI(2) reel no.: 509:41

Author: Anthony Sadler

Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

With that all the Levites stood up, and having each
of them an Instrument of Musique in his hand:
They make Obeysance to the King,
And then they Play, and thus they sing.

The Second Song.

Sir, wait awhile; while God your Patience tries,
By suffering Traitors, in their Villanies:
For, there are woes
For your Foes,
Prepared:
Not a Common Visitation, shall
Bold-bloody-Rebels, at the last befall,
Then let not Those,
That Oppose,
Be fear'd.

Chorus.

Though Pharaoh Boast,
He'l Israel confound:
Yet Pharoh's crost,
And he and's Host are Drownd.

Sir be content; as Moses was, by you:
Moses foretold: and may your Highness too:
That, there are woes,
For your Foes,
Prepar'd:
As Moses did: So shall your Highness see,
In Corah's, Jeroboam's Destinie:
Then, let not Those,
That Oppose,
Be fear'd.

Chorus.

Though Pharaoh boast,
He'l Israel confound;
Yet Pharoh's crost,
And He, and's Host are Drownd.

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Item Code: ASTSJ3

First line: The person and his power's gone

Source Edition: The Subject's Joy for the King's Restoration (1660), pp.35-9.

First performed: May 1660? (Danchin--unacted?)

UMI(2) reel no.: 509:41

Author: Anthony Sadler

Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie

Text of song:

The Third and last song.

As they began <...> and Dancing, sing the Chorus.)

I.

The Person, and his Power's gone:
What's worth your Contemplation?
This Picture? or this fairer Frame?
(Deserving better then it's Name)
No, no, th' memory, the Sight;
Each Part, and Faculty, that's right; He throws the Picture down, and breaks it.
Abhors the Shadow of the fairest, Paint,
Which makes the foulest Devil seem a Saint.

The CHORUS.

Come, dance we may,
'Tis Psyche's Play;
And Holy-day,
At Court,
At Court;
And Holy-day,
At Court:
Traitors (though Crown'd,
And most Renown'd)
God will confound,
With sport,
With sport;
God will confound,
With sport.

2.

God did, and doth, and ere will Bless,
The Better Cause, with Best Success.
Traitors may speed awhile; and bring;
A shameful EXIT, on their King:
Rebels may Rule, untill their Sins,
Be ripe for Judgment: then begins,
The just Observer of the Prince's wrongs;
To plead their Rights, in spite of Rebels tongue.

CHORUS.

With Musique choyce,
Of Hand and Voyce;
Sing and rejoyce;
We may, We may;
Sing, and rejoyce,
We may:
The Traitors Crown,
And all's Renown,
Is fallen down,
To day,
To day,
Is fallen down
To day.

3.

The Lord of Hosts, the King is for;
And Regicide doth most abhorre:
He'le fright, and smite the proudest He,
That's guilty of Disloyaltie.
The Scepter, from Usurpers hands,
Shall fall by horrid Countermands.
And all the Guiltlesse Blood, that hath bin spilt;
Shall (to their torment) be their Endlesse Guilt.

CHORUS.

Come, dance, we may,
'Tis Psyche's Play,
And Holy-day,
At Court,
At Court;
And Holy-day,
At Court:
Traitors (though Crown'd,
And most Renown'd)
God will confound,
With sport,
With sport:
God will confound,
With sport.

4.

Here's Jeroboam, who of late,
Did Check the King, hath now Check mate,
And all his Chosen men of Warre,
Eight hundred thousand strong; yet are,
Defeated, and destroyed so,
With such a fear will fatall blow:
The Highest Traitor may his Downfall see;
And in's Rebellion finde a Prodigie.

CHORUS.

With Musique choyce,
Of Hand, and Voyce;
Sing, and rejoyce,
We may, We may,
Sing, and rejoyce,
We may.
The Traitors Crown,
And all's Renown,
Is fallen down,
To day,
To day,
Is fallen down,
To day.

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Item Code: BHTGC1

First line: How long my Flavia shall your swain

Source Edition: The Generous Conqueror; or The Timely Discovery (1701), 2.2, pp.18-9.

First Performed: December? 1701 (L.S.)--pub. 15 January 1701/2.

CT(1) reel no.: 2113:32

Author: Bevil Higgons

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Da. How long, my Flavia, shall your Swain?
Thus sue to bend that stubborn Heart.
How long will you disguise your pain
And Fondly Triumph in your Art:

Flavi. In vain alass we would be wise,
Cease, Damon, Cease thy Song;
In Vain we would with Art disguise
When Nature is too strong:

Da. Then let me, Fair, thy Pity move,
To make me once the happy Man,
O Flavia, once Indulge my Love,
And then be Cruel, if you can.

Flavi. When Foolish Maids with Ease Comply,
Contempt is Justly due;
We first of all, we first must fly,
Before you can pursue.

Da. Thro' folly you deny my suit,
In Ignorance your Virtue Lies,
When the first Maid had Pluck'd the Fruit,
She only tasted and grew Wise.

Flav. I yield my Swain, I yield at last,
Ah, do not now despise,
Since 'tis my Destiny to taste,
Come teach me to be Wise.

After the SONG: Enter Arm. Ir. Euph.

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Item Code: BJBF1

First line: Hey now the fair's a filling

Source Edition: Bartholomew Fair (1640), 2.2, p.18.

First Performed: revived 3 June 1702 (L.S.)

CT(1) reel no.: 1819:12

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Nig. <sings> Hey, now the Fayre's a filling!
O, for a Tune to Startle
The Birds o'the Booths here billing:
Yeerely with old Saint Barthle!
The Drunkards they are wading,
The Punques, and Chapmen trading;
Who'ld see the Fayre without his lading?

<speaks> Buy any ballads; new ballads?

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: BJBF2

First line: Here for your love and buy for your money

Source Edition: Bartholomew Fair (1640), 2.4, p.22.

First Performed: revived 3 June 1702 (L.S.)

CT(1) reel no.: 1819:12

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Nig. Ballads, Ballads! fine new ballads:

Heare for your loue, and buy for your money.
A delicate ballad o' the Ferret and the Coney.
A preseruative again' the Punques euill.
Another of Goose-greene-starch, and the Deuill.
A dozen of diuine points, and the Godly garters.
The Fairing of good councell, of an ell and three quarters.

<speaks> What is't out buy?

<sings> The Wind-mill blowne downe by the witches fart!
Or Saint George, that O! did breake the Dragons heart!

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: BJBF3

First line: Behold man and see what a worthy man am ee

Source Edition: Bartholomew Fair (1640), 3.2, p.35.

First Performed: revived 3 June 1702 (L.S.)

CT(1) reel no.: 1819:12

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Whi. Behold, man and see, what a worthy man am ee!
With the fury of my sword, and the shaking of my beard,
I will make ten thousand men afeard.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: BJBF4

First line: My masters and friends and good people draw near

Source Edition: Bartholomew Fair (1640), 3.5, p.41.

First Performed: revived 3 June 1702 (L.S.)

CT(1) reel no.: 1819:12

Author: Ben Jonson

Tune (if traditional): Packington's Pound ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.292, n.2267 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Two (1700), pp.1-2 (UMI(2) 1821:19) et al.

Text of song:

Nig. <sings> My masters and friends, and good people, draw neere,&c.

<some twenty lines of dialogue separate this from the full version of the song>

Cok. We shall find that i'the matter. Pray thee begin.

Nig. To the tune of Paggingtons Pound, Sir.

Cok. Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Nay, I'll put thee in tune, and all! mine owne country dance! Pray thee begin.

Nig. It is a gentle admonition, you must know, Sir, both to the purse-cutter, and the purse-bearer.

Cok. Not a word more, out o'the tune, an' thou lou'st mee: Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Come, when?

Nig. <sings> My masters and friends, good people draw neere,
And looke to your purses, for that I doe say;

Cok. <speaks> Ha, ha, this chimes! good counsell at first dash.

Nig. <sings> And though little money, in them you doe beare.
It cost more to get, then to lose in a day.

Cok. <speaks> Good!

<Nig. sings> You oft haue beene told,
Both the young and the old;
And bidden beware of the cutpurse so bold:
Then if you take heed not, free me from the curse,
Who both giue you warning, for and, the cutpurse.

Cok. <speaks> Well said! hee were to blame that wold not i'faith.

<Nig. sings> Youth, youth, thou hadst better bin staru'd by thy Nurse,
Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purse.

Cok. <speaks> Good i'faith, how say you, Numps? Is there any harme i'this?

Nig. <speaks> It hath bin upbrayded to men of my trade,
That oftetimes we are the cause of this crime.
Alacke and for pitty, why should it be said?
As if they regarded or places, or time.

Cok. <speaks> The more coxcobes they that did it, I wusse.

<Nig. sings> Examples haue been
Of some that were seen,
In Westminster Hall, yea the pleaders between,
Then why should the Iudges be free from this curse,
More then my poore selfe, for cutting the purse?

Cok. <speaks> God a mercy for that! why should they be more free indeede?

<Nig. sings> Youth, youth, thou hadst better bin staru'd by thy Nurse,
Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purse.

<s/d> He <Cok.> sings thy burden with him.

Cok. That againe, good Ballad-man, that againe. O rare! I would faine rubbe mine elbow now, but I dare not pull out my hand. On, I pray thee, hee that made this ballad, shall be Poet to my Masque.

Nig. <sings> At Worc'ter 'tis knowne well, and euen i' the layle,
A Knight of good worship did there shew his face,
Against the foule sinners, in zeale for to rayle,
And lost (ipso facto) his purse in the place.

Cok. <speaks> Is it possible?

<Nig. sings> Nay, once from the Seat
Of Iudgement so great,
A Iudge there did lose a faire pouch of veluete.

Cok. <speaks> I'faith?

<Nig. sings> O Lord for thy mercy, how wicked or worse,
Are those that so venture their necks for a purse! Youth, youth, &c.

Cok. <speaks> Youth, youth, &c? pray thee stay a little, friend, yet o'thy conscience, Numps, speake, is there any harme i'this?

Was. To tell you true, 'tis too good for you, lesse you had grace to follow it.

Ivs. It doth discouer enormitie, I'le marke it more: I ha' not lik'd a paltry piece of poetry, so well a good while.

Cok. Youth, youth, &c! where's this youth, now? A man must call vpon him, for his owne good, and yet hee will not appeare: Hee shewes his purse. looke here, here's for him, handy-dandy, which hand will he haue? On, I pray thee, with the rest, I doe heare of him, but I cannot see him, this Master Youth, the cutpurse.

Nig. <sings> At Playes and at Sermons, and at the Sessions,
'Tis daily their practice such booty to make:
Yea, vnder the Gallowes, at Executions,
They sticke not the Stare-abouts purses to take.
Nay one without grace,
at a better place,

Cok. <speaks> That was a fine fellow! I would haue him, now.

<Nig. sings> At Court, & in Christmas, before the Kings face,
Alacke then for pitty must I beare the curse,
That onely belongs to the cunning cutpurse?

Cok. <speaks> But where's their cunning, now, when they should vse it? they are all chain'd now, I warrant you. Youth, youth, thou hadst better,&c. The Rat-catchers charme, are all fooles and Asses to this! A poxe on 'hem, that they will not come! that a man should haue such a desire to a thing, and want it.

Ovar. 'Fore God, I'ld giue halfe the Fayre, and 'twere mine, for a cutpurse for him, to saue his longing.

Cok. <s/d> Hee shewes his purse againe.

Looke you Sister, heere, heere, where is't now? which pocket is't in? for a wager?

Was. I beseech you leaue your wagers, and let him end his matter, an't may be.

Cok. O, are you aedified Numps?

Ivs. Indeed hee do's interrupt him, too much: There Numps spoke to purpose.

Cok. againe. Sister, I am an Asse, I cannot keepe my purse: on, on; I pray thee, friend.

<s/d> Edgworth gets vp to him, and tickles him in the eare with a straw twice to draw his hand out of his pocket.

Nig. <sings> But O, you vile nation of cutpurses all,
Relent and repent, and amend and be sound,
And know that you ought not, by honest mens fall,
Aduance your owne fortunes, to die aboue ground,
And though you goe gay,
In silkes as you may,

Winw. <speaks> Will you see sport? looke, there's a fellow gathers vp to him, marke.

Qva. Good, 'i faith some has lighted on the wrog pocket.

Winw. He has it, 'fore God hee is a braue fellow; pitty hee should be detected.

<Nig. sings> It is not the high way to heauen, (as they say)
Repent then, repent you, for better, for worse:
And kisse not the Gallowes for cutting a purse.
Youth, youth, thou hadst better bin steru'd by thy Nurse,
Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purse.

All. <speak> An excellent ballad! an excellent ballad!

Edg. Friend, let mee ha' the first, let mee ha' the first, I pray you.

Cok. Pardon mee, Sir. First come, first seru'd; and I'le buy the whole bundle too.

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Item Code: BJTGM1

First line: From the famous peak of Derby

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), pp.51-2.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

Composer: Robert Johnson ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1096 [Music] Musical Companion (1673), pp.88-9 (UMI(2) 1019:13).

Text of song:

Which is the entrance of the Captaine, with sixe more attendant; After which the Jackman sings.

Song.

From the famous Peacke of Darby,
And the Devills arse there hard-by,
Where we yearely keepe our musters,
Thus the AEgiptians throng in clusters.
Be not frighted with our fashion,
Though we seeme a tattered Nation;
We account our ragges, our riches,
So our tricks exceed our stitches.
Give us Bacon, rindes of Walnuts,
Shells of Cockels, and of Smalnuts;
Ribands, bells, and Safrond lynnen,
All the World is ours to winne in.
Knackes we have that will delight you,
slight of hand that will invite you,
To endure our tawny faces.
Wo. Quit your places, and not cause you cut your laces.
All your fortunes we can tell yee,
Be they for the backe or bellie;
In the Moodes too, and the Tenses,
That may fit your fine five senses.
Draw but then your gloves we pray you,
And sit still, we will not fray you;
For though we be here at Burley,
Wee'd be loth to make a hurly.

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Item Code: BJTGM2

First line: The fiery beam upon you

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.55.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

I. Straine. Song 2.

The faery beame upon you,
The starres to glitter on you;
A Moone of light,
In the noone of night,
Till the Fire-drake hath or'e gon you.
The wheele of fortune guide you,
The Boy with the bow beside you;
Runne aye in the way,
Till the bird of day,
And the luckier lot betide you.

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Item Code: BJTGM3

First line: To the old long life and treasure

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.56.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Song 3.

To the old, long life and treasure,
To the young, all health and pleasure;
To the faire, the face
With eternall grace,
And the foule to be lov'd at leisure.

To the witty, all cleare mirrors,
To the foolish, their darke errors;
To the loving sprite,
A secure delight,
To the jealous his owne false terrors.

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Item Code: BJTGM4

First line: Cook Lorrel would needs have the Devil his guest

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), pp.70-2.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.204, n.729 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Book (1700), pp.101-3 (UMI(2) 1821:19) et al.

Text of song:

SONG.

Cock-lorrell, would needs have the Devill his guest,
And bad him once into the Peake to dinner,
Where never the Fiend had such a feast,
Provided him yet at the charge of a sinner.

His stomacke was queasie (for comming there Coacht),
The jogging had caus'd some crudities rise;
To helpe it he call'd for a Puritan poacht,
That used to turne up the egg's of his eyes.

And so recover'd unto his wish,
He sate him downe, and he fell to eate;
Promooter in plum-broth was the first dish,
His owne privie kitchin had no such meate.

Yet though with this he musch were taken
Vpon a sudden he shifted his trencher
As soone as he spi'd the Bawd, and bacon,
By which you may note the devill's a wencher.

Sixe pickl'd Taylors sliced and cut,
Sempsters, Tyrewomen, fit for his pallat;
With Feathermen, and perfumes put,
Some twelve in a Charger to make a grand sallet:

A rich fat Vsurer stu'd in his marrow,
And by him a Lawyers head and green-sawce;
Both which his belly tooke in like a barrow,
As if till then he had never seene sawce.

Then Carbonadoed, and Cook't with paines,
Was brought up a cloven Serjants face;
The sauce was made of his Yeamans braines,
That had beene beaten out with his owne mace.

Two roasted Sheriffes came whole to the board;
(The feast had nothing beene without 'em)
Both living, and dead, they were foxt, and fu'rd,
Their chaines like sawsages hung about 'em.

The very next dish, was the Mayor of a Towne,
With a pudding of maintenance thrust in his belly;
Like a Goose in the feathers drest in his gowne,
And his couple of Hinch-boyes boyl'd to a jelly.

A London Cuckold, hot from the spit,
And when the Carver up had broke him;
The Devill chopt up his head at a bit,
But the hornes were very neere like to have choakt him.

The chine of a Lecher too there was roasted,
With a plumpe Harlots haunch and garlicke;
A Panders pettitoes that had boasted
Himselfe for a Captaine, yet never was warlicke.

A large fat pastie of a Mid-wife hot;
And for a cold bak't meat into the story,
A reverend painted Ladie was brought,
And coffin'd in crust, till now she was hoary.

To these, an over-growne-justice of peace,
With a Clarke like a gizzard thrust under each arme;
And warrants for sippets, layd in his owne grease,
Set o're a chaffing dish to be kept warme.

The joule of a Jaylor, serv'd for fish,
A Constable sous'd with vineger by;
Two Aldermen lobsters asleepe in a dish,
A Deputy tart, a Churchwarden pye.

All which devour'd; He then for a close,
Did for a full draught of Derby call;
He heav'd the huge vessell up to his nose,
And left not till he had drunke up all.

Then from the table he gave a statr,
Where banquet, and wine were nothing scarce;
All which he slirted away with a fart,
From whence it was call'd the Devils Arse.

And there he made such a breach with the winde,
The hole too standing open the while,
That the sent of the vapour, before, and behinde,
Hath fouly perfumed most part of the Isle.

And this was Tobacco, the learned suppose;
Which since in Countrey, Court, and Towne,
In the Devills glister-pipe smoaks at the nose
Of Pollcat, and Madam, of Gallant, and Clowne.

From which wicked weed, with Swines-flesh, and Ling;
Or any thing else thats feast for the Fiend:
Our Captaine, and wee, cry God save the King,
And send him good meate, and mirth without end.

Pup. AN excellent song, and a seet Songster, and would have done rarely in a Cage <...>

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Item Code: BJTGM5

First line: From a gypsy in the morning

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), pp.76-7.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

I

PAT. From a Gipsie, in the morning,
Or a paire of squint-eyes turning:
From the Goblin, and the spectre,
Or a Drunkard, though with Nectar;
From a woman true to no man,
Which is ougly, besides common;
A smocke rampant, and the itches,
To be putting on the breeches:
Wherso'ere they ha' their being,
Blesse the Sov'raine, and his seeing.

2

From a foole, and serios toyes;
From a Lawyer, thee parts noyse;
From impertinence, like a Drum
Beate at dinner in his roome;
From a tongue without a file,
Heapes of Phrases, and no stile.
From a Fiddle out of tune,
As the Cuckow is in June.
From the candlesticks of Lothbury,
And the lowd pure wives of Banbury:
Or a long pretended fit;
Meant for mirth, but is not it:
Onely time, and eares out-wearing,
Blesse the Sov'raine, and his hearing.

3

From a strolling Tinkers sheete,
Or a payre of Carriers feet:
From a Ladie that doth breath,
Worse above, then underneath
From the Diet, and the knowledge
Of the students in Beares-colledge.
From Tobacco, with the tipe
Of the Devills glister-pipe;
Or a stincke all stincks excelling,
A Fishmongers dwelling,
Blesse the Sov'raigne, and his smelling.

4

From an Oyster, and fry'd fish
A Sowes babye in a dish:
From any portion of a Swine,
From bad Venison, and worse wine.
Ling, what Cooke so'ere it boyle,
Though with mustard sawc'd and oyle,
Or what else would keepe man fasting,
Blesse the Sov'raigne, and his tasting.
5

Both from birdlime, and from pitch,
From a Doxie, and her itch.
From the brisles of a Hogge,
Or teh ring-worme in a Dogge.
From the courtshippe of a brier,
Or St. Anthonies old fier.
From a needle, or a thorne;
I'the bed at Ev'n, or Morne.
Or from any Gowtes least grutching.
Blesse the Sov'raigne, and his touching.

Blesse him too from all offences,
In his sports, as in his sences.
From a Boy to crosse his way,
From a fall, or a foule day.

Blesse him, o blesse him Haev'n, and lend him long
to be the sacred burthen of all song;
The Acts, and yeares, of all our Kings t'out go;
And while hee's mortall, we not think him so.

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Item Code: BJTGM6

First line: The sports are done yet do not let

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.78.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

After which, ascending up, the Jackman sings.

SONG I.

The sports are done, yet doe not let
Your joyes in sudden silence sett;
Delight, and dumbnesse never met
In one selfe subject yet.
If things oppos'd must mixt appeare,
Then adde a boldnesse to your feare,
And speake a hymne to him,
Where all your duties do of right belong,
Which I will sweeten with an under song.

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Item Code: BJTGM7

First line: Virtue his kingly virtue which did merit

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.78.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

SONG 2.

Vertue; his Kingly vertue which did merrit
This Isle entire, and you are to inherit.

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Item Code: BJTGM8

First line: Look look is he not fair

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.78.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

SONG 3.

Looke, looke, is hee not faire,
And fresh, fragrant too
As Summer skie, or purged Aire,
And lookes as Lillies doe,
That were this morning blowne.

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Item Code: BJTGM9

First line: Good Princes soar above their fame

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.79.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

SONG 4.

Good Princes soare above their fame,
And in their worth,
Come greater forth,
Then in their name.
Such, such the Father is,
Whom ev'ry title strives to kisse;
Who on his Royall grounds unto himselfe doth raise,
The worke to trouble fame, and to astonish praise.

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Item Code: BJTGM10

First line: Oh that we understood [Our good]

Source Edition: The Gypsies Metamorphos'd (1640), p.79.

First Performed: revived pre-1673?

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:2

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

SONG 5.

Oh that we understood
Our Good;
Ther's happinesse indeed in blood,
And store,
But how much more,
When vertu's flood
In the same streame doth hit?
As that growes high with yeares, so happinesse with it.

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Item Code: BJTSW1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: [Epicoene, or] The Silent Woman (1609, pub.1616), 1.1, pp.530-1.

First performed: revived at Court 19 November 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:1 (1616); 757:8 (1620)

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Cle. No maruell, if the dore bee kept shut against your master, when the entrance is so easie to you--- well sir, you shall goe there no more, left I bee faine to seeke your voyce in my ladies rushes, a fortnight hence. Sing, sir.

Boy sings.

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Item Code: BJTSW2

First line: Still to be neat still to be drest

Source Edition: [Epicoene, or] The Silent Woman (1609, pub.1616), 1.1, p.532.

First performed: revived at Court 19 November 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(1) reel nos.: 756:1 (1616); 757:8 (1620)

Author: Ben Jonson

Composer: Not recorded (possibly John Wilson?) ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.338, n.3075). [Music and Lyrics] Playford, John, Select ayres and dialogues, Book Two (1669), p.51 (UMI(2) 286:22).

Text of song:

Cle. A poxe of her autumnall face, her peec'd beautie: there's no man can bee admitted till she be ready, now adaies, till shee has painted, and perfum'd, and wash'd, and scour'd, but the boy here; and him shee wipes her oil'd lippes vpon, like a sponge. I haue made a song, I pray thee heare it, o'the subiect.

SONG.

Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As, you were going to a feast;
Still to be pou'dred, still perfum'd:
Lady, it is to be presum'd,
Though arts hid causes are not found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.

Giue me a looke, giue me a face,
That makes simplicitie a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, haire as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me,
Then all th'adulteries of art.
Thy strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

<NOTE: "Thy" in the final line reads as "They" in the score>

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Item Code: BJTSW3

First line: Modest and fair for fair and good are near

Source Edition: [Epicoene, or] The Silent Woman (1609, pub.1616), song not printed in play.

First performed: revived at Court 19 November 1660 (Danchin)

UMI(1) reel nos.: 756:1 (1616); 757:8 (1620)

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

A mock Song.

Modest and fair, for fair and good are neer,
Neighbours howere.
No noble vertue ever was alone,
But herein one.
Then when I praise sweet modestie, I praise
bright beauties rayes.
And having prais'd both beauty and modestie,
I have prays'd thee.
Silence in woman is like speech in man,
Deny't who can.
Nor is't a tale
That female vice should be a virtue male
Or masculine vice a female virtue be,
You shall it see
Prov'd with increase,
I know to speak and she to hold her peace.

<NOTE: The song is ascribed to this play in Smyth's First Line Index>.

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Item Code: BJVOTF1

First line: Fools they are the only nation

Source Edition: Volpone, or The Foxe (1607), 1.2, sig.B3r-v.

First performed: revived 16 October 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 757:23

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Song.

Fooles, they are the onely nation
Worth mens enuy, or admiration;
Free from care, or sorrow-taking,
Themselues, and others merry-making:
All they speake, or doe, is sterling.
Your Foole, he is your great mans dearling,
And your Ladies sport, and pleasure;
Tongue, and Bable are his treasure.
Eene his face begetteth laughter,
And he speakes truth, free from slaughter;
Hee's the grace of euery feast,
And, sometimes, the cheefest guest;s
Hath his trencher, and his stoole,
When wit shall waite upon the Foole:
O, who would not bee
Hee, hee, hee?

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Item Code: BJVOTF2

First line: Had old Hippocrates or Galen

Source Edition: Volpone, or The Foxe (1607), 2.2, p.469 (of Works, 1616)

First performed: revived 16 October 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:1 (Works, 1616)--page missing from P&R first quarto edition

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Song.

Had old Hippocrates, or Galen,
(That to their bookes put med'cines all in)
But knowne this secret, they had neuer
(Of which they will be guiltie euer)
Beene murderers of so much paper,
Or wasted many a hurtlesse taper:
No Indian drug had ere beene famed,
Tabacco, sassafras not named;
Ne yet, of guacum one small stick, sir,
Nor Raymvnd Lvllies great elixir.
Ne, had beene knowne the Danish Gonswart.
Or Paracelsvs, with his long-sword.

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Item Code: BJVOTF3

First line: You that would last long list to my song

Source Edition: Volpone, or The Foxe (1607), 2.2, pp.470-1 (of Works, 1616)

First performed: revived 16 October 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 756:1 (Works, 1616)--pages missing from P&R first quarto edition

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Song.

You that would last long, list to my song,
Make no more coyle, but buy of this oyle.
Would you be euer faire? and yong?
Stout of teeth? and strong of tongue?
Tart of palat? quick of eare?
Sharpe of sight? of nostrill cleare?
Moist of hand? and light of foot?
(Or I will come neerer to't)
Would you liue free from all diseases?
Doe the act, your mistris pleases;
Yet fright all aches from your bones?
Here's a med'cine, for the nones.

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Item Code: BJVOTF4

First line: Come my Celia let us prove

Source Edition: Volpone, or The Foxe (1607), 3.7, sig. H2r.

First performed: revived 16 October 1662 (L.S)

UMI(1) reel no.: 757:23

Author: Ben Jonson

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

Text of song:

Song.

Come, my Celia, let us proue,
While we can, the sports of loue;
Time will not be ours, for euer,
He, at length, our good will seuer;
Spend not then his guiftes, in vaine.
Sunnes, that set, may rise againe:
But if, once, we lose this light,
'Tis with us perpetuall night.
Why should wee deferre our ioyes?
Fame, and rumor are but toyes.
Cannot wee delude the eyes
Of a few poore houshold-spies?
Or his easier eares beguile,
Thus remooued, by our wile?
'Tis no sinne, loues fruicts to steale;
But the sweet thefts to reueale:
To be taken, to be seene,
These haue crimes accounted beene.

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Item Code: CCH1

First line: So wretched are the sick of love

Source Edition: Horace (1665), 1.1, pp.12-4.

First performed: 1665?

UMI(2) reel no.: 486:46 (1671)

Author: Charles Cotton (trans. of Pierre Corneille's 'Horace').

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

Text of song:

SONG.

(1.)

So wretched are the sick of Love,
No Herb has vertue to remove
The growing ill:
But still,
The more we Remedies oppose
The Fever more malignant grows.
Doubts do but add unto desire,
Like Oyl that's thrown upon the fire,
Which serves to make the flame aspire;
And not t'extinguish it:
Love has its trembling, and its burning fit:

(2.)

Fruition which the Sick propose
To end, and recompence their woes,
But turns them o're
To more.
And curing one, does but prepare
A new, perhaps a greater care.
Enjoyment even in the chaste,
Pleases, not satisfies the taste,
And licens'd Love the worst can fast.
Such is the Lovers state,
Pining and pleas'd, alike unfortunate.

(3.)

Sabina and Camilla share
An equal interest in care,
Fear hath each brest
Possest.
In different Fortunes, one pure flame
Makes their unhappiness the same.
Love begets fear, fear grief creates,
Passion still passion animates,
Love will be love in all estates:
His power still is one
Whether in hope, or in possession.

CHORUS.

Too weak are humane eyes to pry
Into the shades of Destiny:
Fate spreads a curtain to our sight,
Through which a faint imperfect light,
Serves only to perplex our way,
As blinking Meteors make us stray:
And what the jugling Priest foretells,
In his ambiguous Oracles,
Deludes our judgments whilst he shrouds
Vain riddles in mysterious clouds.

Wisely did providence deny
To humane curiosity,
That only priviledge to look
In Destinies eternal Book;
For should we know our periods, then
We should do more or less then men.

Ah poor Camilla! how art thou
Exalted in thy fortune now!
Whom Fate so soon will headlong throw
Into a precipice of woe!
Betray'd by Riddles, and Loves charms,
Thou dream'st thy self in Curiace arms,
Wrapt in chast pleasures, when alas!
Thou only must could death embrace.
To vertue sure 'twas an offence,
So to abuse thy innocence;
And to raise up thy hope so high,
Was an inhumane cruelty.
We to our selves ev'n in our fears
Are flattering interpreters,
And need no fraud when Death's so nigh
To rock us in security.

What could the angry powers move
In fair Camilla's vertuous Love?
Or what hath chaste Sabina done
To draw so dire a ruine on?
Vain men misled by vitious wills,
Commit those Heav'n-offending ills,
Which pull down vengeance from the sky
To punish proud mortality:
But what ye Gods can women do,
Soft women to provoke you so?

It is for Rome that they must be
Involv'd in Alba's Destiny;
Proud Rome for prouder Empire tries,
And laid in blood, by blood must rise;
Alba must truckle, 'tis decreed,
That Rome may triumph, she must bleed:
Imperious Fate will bear the sway,
Whose power all earthly powers obey.

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Item Code: CCH2

First line: To arms to arms the heroes cry

Source Edition: Horace (1665), 2.8, pp.27-9.

First performed: 1665?

UMI(2) reel no.: 486:46 (1671)

Author: Charles Cotton (trans. of Pierre Corneille's 'Horace')

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

Text of song:

SONG.

(1.)

To Arms! to Arms! the Heroes cry,
A glorious Death, or Victory.
Beauty and Love, although combin'd,
And each so powerful alone,
Cannot prevail against a mind
Bound up in resolution.
Tears their weak influence vainly prove,
Nothing the daring breast can move
Honour is blind, and deaf, ev'n deaf to love.

(2.)

The Field! the Field! where Valour bleeds,
Spurn'd into dust by barbed steeds,
Instead of wanton Beds of Down
Is now the Scene where they must try,
To overthrow, or be o'rethrown;
Bravely to overcome, or dye.
Honour in her interest sits above
What Beauty, Prayers, or tears can move:
Were there no Honour, there would be no Love.

CHORUS.

How prone are people tir'd with Peace,
To nauseate their happiness?
And headlong into mischief run,
To feed their foul ambition!
Leasure and Luxury, when met
In populous Cities, do beget
That Monster War, which at the first,
In little private discords nurst,
Grows higher by degrees, until
Having got power to his will,
He break into a general flame,
Beyond what Politie can tame.
No int'rest then escapeth free
From insolence, and cruelty;
And facts that flow from brutish lust,
The titles wear of great and just.
Nay when wars ensigns are display'd,
It is Religion to invade,
No matter whom, nor what the cause;
Nor is there room for other Laws,
Than what the Victor will on those
His riots have subdu'd, impose.
Yet there have still pretences been
The vilest practices to skreen.
There never wanted a pretence
To violate suff'ring innocence;
Though whatsoever men pretend,
Wealth, and Dominion are their end.

Imperious Rome! must Alba feel
The edge of thy invading Steel?
Alba thy Mother, from whose womb,
Thy Founder Romulus did come?
Or if thou tak'st an impious pride
To be esteem'd a Parricide,
Can nothing satiate thy will,
Unless that Brothers, Brothers kill?

Deluded Heroes! how they fly
To meet a cruel Destiny,
And sacrifice themselves to Fame,
A nothing, a meer airy name,
When in th'unnatural contest
Who conquer'd falls is happiest!

'Tis Tyrant Honour unto thee
We owe this bloody Tragedy,
Whom, but the vertuous none obey,
And being so, become thy prey.
They see in thy deluding glass
Trophies and Triumphs, when, alas!
'Tis their own blood they haste to shed,
And live, but to lament the Dead.

Deaf unto Piety, and Love,
The Combatants are gone to prove
Themselves true Patriots, when they are
The instruments of Civil War,
And hazard in a Combat more,
Than in a Battel heretofore.

Fate holds the balance whilst they fight,
And finds both scales of equal weight;
Valour with Valour even weighs
Honour with Honour, Praise with Praise;
But when she lays upon the beam
Her partial hand, and varies them,
Then one scale gets it, whilst on high,
The other kicks and knocks the Sky.

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Item Code: CCH3

First line: Beauty that it self can kill

Source Edition: Horace (1665), 3.6, pp.41-4.

First performed: 1665?

UMI(2) reel no.: 486:46 (1671)

Author: Charles Cotton (trans. of Pierre Corneille's 'Horace').

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

Text of song:

SONG.

(1.)

Beauty that it self can kill,
Through the finest temper'd steel,
Can those wounds she makes endure,
And insult it o're the brave,
Since she knows a certain cure,
When she is dispos'd to save:
But when a Lover bleeding lies,
Wounded by other Arms,
And that she sees those harms,
For which she knows no remedies;
Then Beauty Sorrows livery wears,
And whilst she melts away in tears,
Drooping in sorrow shews
Like Roses overcharg'd with morning dews.

(2.)

Nor do women, though they wear
The most tender character,
Suffer in this case alone:
Hearts enclos'd with iron Walls,
In humanity must groan
When a noble Hero falls.
Pitiless courage would not be
An honour, but a shame;
Nor bear the noble name
Of valour, but barbarity;
The generous even in success
Lament their enemies distress:
And scorn it should appear
Who are the Conquer'd, which the Conqueror.

These are th'effects of War, and these
The Sacrifices are to peace;
Peace, that once broken in her right
Nothing but blood can reunite:
Wars Hand-maid Fury prompts her on,
To blood and devastation;
Nor ceases till whole Countries lye,
O'rewhelm'd in one calamity,
Or though the Sacrifice for all,
Should in one single person fall;
Yet in whatever falls amiss,
The publick still a loser is.
And as a radiant Gem out-vies
Masses of Metal in her prize:
One Heroes loss, more loss includes,
Then vile Plebeian multitudes.

A bloody Combat here we see
Fought for an empty sovereignty,
When they lie weltring on the sand,
Who were the fittest to command.
Thus man himself still undermines,
And blind destroys his own designs,
For the victorious here may boast
An Empire when the Ruler's lost.

Who now with better title may,
Rome's Battels, or her Scepter sway,
Then they who her brave Champions were?
Princes then truly Princes are,
When with a Parents love they stake
Their persons for their peoples sake.

Oh Rome! Oh Alba! what desire
First set your noble breasts on fire!
Or what offence engag'd your steel,
The blood of your Allies to spill!

'Tis vitious Envy that has made
You thus each others bounds invade;
Envy the souls most foul disease,
That pines at others happiness,
Has made you thus each other hate,
Because you both were fortunate.

Thus humane glories do procure
The dangers which they should secure;
Bare reputation will suffice
To make a thousand Enemies;
And vertue the more bright she shines,
Serves but to light mens dark designs,
To give their malice aim, and guide
The poyson'd dart into her side;
'Tis emulation animates
The fury, and the spleen of States;
And till that emulation cease
The world will never be at peace.

The Combat now is overblown,
But the event not truly known.
The Scene will soon unto your eye
Open the Tragick History.
Then they who may the Conquest boast,
When they consider what it cost,
Shall find the triumph they have got.
So empty and so dearly bought,
That though success have serv'd their will,
Their woes have made them equal still.

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Item Code: CCH4

First line: The young the fair the chaste the good

Source Edition: Horace (1665), 4.7, pp.56-8.

First performed: 1665?

UMI(2) reel no.: 486:46 (1671)

Author: Charles Cotton (trans. of Pierre Corneille's 'Horace').

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

Text of song:

SONG.

(1.)

The young, the fair, the chaste, the good,
The sweet Camilla, in a flood
Of her own Crimson lies
A bloody, bloody sacrifice
To Death and man's inhumane cruelties.
Weep Virgins till your sorrow swells
In tears above the Ivory Cells
That guard those Globes of light;
Drown, drown those beauties of your eyes.
Beauty should mourn, when beauty dies;
And make a general night,
To pay her innocence its Funeral rite.

(2.)

Death since his Empire first begun,
So foul a conquest never won,
Nor yet so fair a prize;
And had he had a heart, or eyes,
Her beauties would have charm'd his cruelties.
Even Savage Beasts will Beauty spare,
Chaft Lions fawn upon the fair;
Nor dare offend the chaste:
But vitious man, that sees and knows
The mischiefs his wild fury does,
Humours his passions haste,
To prove ungovern'd man the greatest beast.

CHORUS.

Rome, thou hast bought thy Triumph dear,
And like a greedy purchaser,
Hast laid a greater treasure forth,
Than Alba's fealty is worth.

What hast thou won, that can make good
The two Horatii's lavish'd blood?
Or who are left fit to supply
The noble Curiatii?
You now may with confederate Arms
Invade your Borderers in swarms,
And think like two united Seas,
T'o'reflow your neighb'ring Provinces;
And for new Conquests may prepare,
When you are weaker than you were.

Too brave Horatio, thou hadst won
Glory to have out-dar'd the Sun,
And live a President in Rome
To vertue ages yet to come.
But this last act of thine has thrown
So black a cloud o're thy renown,
That future times at once must see
Thy Valour and thy Cruelty.

Thus as the Sun does climb the skies,
He still in brighter Beams doth rise,
Till in his full Meridian plac't,
His glories thence decline as fast;
So men by dangerous degrees,
Arriv'd at honours precipice,
Striving ambitiously to get
To brighter stations higher yet:
There wanting footing for their pride,
They topple on the other side;
And in one act do forfeit more,
Than all they had atchiev'd before.

Were Love, and Piety such crimes,
In these so celebrated times,
That Fury must in Justice stead
Level the mourners with the dead?
Must charming beauty, at whose feet
Valour its conquests should submit,
That Sex that priviledg'd should be
Even from inhumanity,
Th'effects of brutish fury feel?

Thy vertues sweet Camilla still,
Do in thy ev'ning brighter rise
To baffle humane cruelties.
And bravest Heroes when they shall
This great example of thy fall,
In the worlds brightest Annals see,
Even they themselves shall envy thee.

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Item Code: CCH5

First line: How frailty makes us to our wrong

Source Edition: Horace (1665), 5.4, pp.73-5.

First performed: 1665?

UMI(2) reel no.: 486:46 (1671)

Author: Charles Cotton (trans. of Pierre Corneille's 'Horace').

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

Text of song:

SONG.

(1.)

How frailty makes us to our wrong
Fear, and be loth to dye,
When Life is only dying long
And Death the remedy!
We shun eternity,
And still would grovel here beneath,
Though still in woe and strife,
When Life's the path that leads to Death,
And Death the door to Life.

(2.)

The Fear of Death is the disease
Makes the poor patient smart;
Vain apprehensions often freeze
The vitals in the heart,
Without the dreaded Dart.
When fury rides on pointed steel
Deaths fear the heart doth seize,
Whilst in that very fear we feel
A greater sting than his.

(3.)

But chaste Camilla's vertuous fear
Was of a nobler kind,
Not of her end approaching near
But to be left behind,
From her dear Love disjoyn'd;
When Death in courtesie decreed,
To make the fair his prize,
And by one cruelty her freed
From humane cruelties.

CHORUS.

Thus Heav'n does his will disguise,
To scourge our curiosities,
When too inquisitive we grow
Of what we are forbid to know.

Fond humane nature that will try
To sound th'Abiss of Destiny!
Alas! what profit can arise
From those forbidden scrutinies,
When Oracles what they foretel
In such ƒ€nigma's still conceal,
That self-indulging man still makes
Of deepest truths most sad mistakes!
Or could our frailty comprehend
The reach those riddles do intend:
What boots it us when we have done,
To foresee ills we cannot shun?
But 'tis in man a vain pretence,
To know or prophesie events,
Which only execute, and move,
By a dependence from above.
'Tis all imposture to deceive
The foolish and inquisitive,
Since none foresee what shall befal,
But Providence that governs all.
Reason wherewith kind Heav'n has blest
His creature man above the rest,
Will teach humanity to know
All that it should aspire unto;
And whatsoever fool relies
On false deceiving prophesies,
Striving by conduct to evade
The harms they threaten, or perswade,
Too frequently himself does run
Into the danger he would shun,
And pulls upon himself the woe
Fate meant he should much later know.
By such delusions vertue strays
Out of those honourable ways
That lead unto that glorious end,
To which the noble ever bend.
Whereas if vertue were the guide,
Mens minds would then be fortifi'd
With constancy, that would declare
Against supineness, and despair.
We should events with patience wait,
And nor despise, nor fear our Fate.

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Item Code: CCLLS1

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: Love's Last Shift; or, The Fool in Fashion (1696), 4.[2], p.74.

First performed: January 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1547:20

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Wom. What think you of a Song to support this Gaity?

Lov. With all my Heart.

A Song here.

<NOTE: The song referred to here may well be CCLLS5>.

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Item Code: CCLLS2

First line: Hail victorious Love [To whom all hearts below]

Source Edition: Love's Last Shift; or, The Fool in Fashion (1696), 5.[2], p.101.

First performed: January 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1547:20

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

The SCENE Draws, and Discovers Love Seated on a Throne, attended with a CHORUS.

Fame. Hail! hail! Victorious Love!
To whom all Hearts below,
With no less Pleasure bow,
Than to the Thundring Jove,
The Happy Souls above.
Chorus. Hail, &c.
Enter Reason.

Reason. Cease, cease fond Fools your Empty Noise,
And follow not such Joys,
Love gives you but a short-liv'd Bliss,
But I bestow immortal Happiness.
Love. Rebellious Reason, talk no more,
Of all my Slaves, I thee abhor:
But thou, alas! dost strive in vain
To free the Lover from a pleasing Chain,
In Spight of Reason, Love shall live and reign.
Chorus. In Spight, &c.

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Item Code: CCLLS3

First line: What wretch wou'd follow Loves alarms

Source Edition: Love's Last Shift; or, The Fool in Fashion (1696), 5.[2], p.102.

First performed: January 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1547:20

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

A Martial Symphony.

Enter Honor.

Honor. What Wretch wou'd follow Loves alarms.
When Honors Trumpet sounds to Arms:
Hark! how the Warlike Notes inspire
In ev'ry Breast a glowing Fire.
Love. Hark how it swells with Love and soft Desire.
Honor. Behold, behold the married State
By thee too soon betray'd,
Repenting now too late.
Enter Marriage with his Yoke.

Marriage. O! tell me cruel God of Love,
Why didst thou my thoughts possess
With an Eternal Round of Happiness,
And yet alas! I lead a wretched Life,
Doom'd to this Galling Yoke---the Emblem of a Wife.

Love. Ungratefull Wretch! how dar'st thou Love upbraid?
I gave thee Raptures in the Bridal-Bed.

Marriage. Long since alas! the airy Vision's fled,
And I with wandring Flames my Passion feed.
O! tell me pow'rfull God
Where I shall find
My former Peace of Mind!

Love. Where first I promis'd thee a happy Life,
There thou shalt find it in a Vertuous Wife.

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

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Item Code: CCLLS4

First line: Go home unhappy wretch and mourn

Source Edition: Love's Last Shift; or, The Fool in Fashion (1696), 5.[2], p.3.

First performed: January 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1547:20

Author: Colley Cibber

Composer: Johann Wolfgang Franck ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Cross and 'the boy'

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.228, n.1141 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book (1696), pp.8-10 (UMI(2) 1899:5).

Text of song:

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

Love, & Fame. Go home unhappy Wretch, and mourn
For all thy Guilty Passion past,
There thou shalt those Joys return,
Which shall for ever, ever last.
End with the First Chorus.

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Item Code: CCLLS5

First line: What ungrateful devil move<s> you

Source Edition: Love's Last Shift; or, The Fool in Fashion (1696), not printed in play (see CCLLS1 for probable location).

First performed: January 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1547:20

Author: Colley Cibber

Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.372, n.3668 [Music] John Hudgebut, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book, 1696, p.36 (UMI(2) 1899:5) and others. First appears in Deliciae Musicae...First Book of the Second Volume, 1696, p.17 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

What ungratefull Devil move you!
Come, come my Friend, the Truth declare;
You Love Sylvia, Sylvia Loves you;
Why, why then will you Wed the Fair?
Marriage-joyning does discover,
But Love freeing joyns for Life:
Wou'd you Love the Nymph for ever?
Never let her be your Wife.

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Item Code: CCLMAM1

First line: Doll lum dum

Source Edition: Love Makes a Man, or The Fop's Fortune (1700), 2.2, p.30.

First Performed: 9 December 1700

CT(1) reel no.: 5168:15

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

D. Lew. Doll! lum! dum--- [Sings, and draws in their defence.

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Item Code: CCLMAM2

First line: Lorra dorroll loll

Source Edition: Love Makes a Man, or The Fop's Fortune (1700), 2.2, p.31.

First Performed: 9 December 1700

CT(1) reel no.: 5168:15

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

D. Lew. Lorra! Dorroll! Loll! [Sings and Dances.

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Item Code: CCLMAM3

First line: Ban ban Cac-caliban

Source Edition: Love Makes a Man, or The Fop's Fortune (1700), 2.2, p.33.

First Performed: 9 December 1700

CT(1) reel no.: 5168:15

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Enter Sancho Drunk.

San. Ban, ban, Cac-caliban! [Sings.

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Item Code: CCLMAM4

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Love Makes a Man, or The Fop's Fortune (1700), 4.2, p.51.

First Performed: 9 December 1700

CT(1) reel no.: 5168:15

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Car. <...> Ha, more Musick! I cou'd almost say, 'twere welcome now.

[A SONG here, which ended, D. Lewis appears above.]

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Item Code: CCLMAM5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Love Makes a Man, or The Fop's Fortune (1700), 5.3, p.71.

First Performed: 9 December 1700

CT(1) reel no.: 5168:15

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Enter Hautboys playing, Clodio singing: D. Duart, Gov. D. Man. Lou. Car. Ang. Ant. Charino, and D. Lewis.

Clo. Well, Madam, you see I'm punctual <...>

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Item Code: CCSWWN1

First line: I'll rove and I'll range

Source Edition: She Wou'd, and She Wou'd Not; or The Kind Imposter (1702), 3.1, p.34.

First Performed: 26 November 1702 (L.S.)

CT(1) reel no.: 578:12

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Ros. Now I have but one Card to play---if that don't hit, my Hopes are crush'd indeed: If this young Spark ben't a downright Coxcomb, I may have a Trick to turn all yet---Dear Fortune, give him but common Sense, I'll make it impossible for him to like me---Here they come.

[Walks carelesly, and Sings.]

I'll Rove, and I'll Range, &c.

Enter Don Manuel, and Hypolita.

Hyp. I'll Love, and I'll Change--- [Singing with her.]

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Item Code: CCSWWN2

First line: Caelia my heart has often rang'd

Source Edition: She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not; or, The Kind Imposter (1702), song not printed in play.

First performed: 26 November 1702

CT(1) reel no.: 578:12 (1703)

Author: Colley Cibber

Composer: John Weldon ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Campion.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.192, n.514.[Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three, 1707, pp.303-7 (CT(1) reel 8822:03) and others.

Text of song:

Caelia my Heart has often rang'd,
Like Bees o're Gaudy Flowers,
And many thousand Loves have chang'd,
Till it was fix'd, till it was fix'd on yours,
But, Caelia when I saw those Eyes,
'Twas soon, 'twas soon determin'd there,
Stars might as well forsake the Skies,
And Vanish into Air,
Stars might as well forsake the Skies,
And Vanish into Air;

Now if from the great Rules I Err,
New Beauties, new Beauties to admire,
May I again, again turn wanderer,
And never, never settle more,
May I again, again turn wonderer,
And never, never, settle more.

When I beheld thy Charming Grace,
My Heart was all on Fire,
And my Affections soon took place,
And never could, and never could retire,
But like a fixed Rock remain;
So long, so long as Life shall last,
Then do not kill me with Disdain,
Nor all my Glory blast,
But send one sweet and pleasant Smile,
To keep me, to keep me from Dispair,
For in your love I flourish while
You give me hopes sweet Charming fair.

What tho' ten Thousand Beauties bright,
In all their youthful Glory,
Has been presented to my sight?
Yet all in vain, was vain and transitory;
To thy Coelestial Charms alone,
Where I, where I have fix'd my Love
In Cupid's Fetters still I moan,
Till you my Grief remove,
Which adds a lustre to my Days:
Then Caelia then Caelia pity me,
And now with speed, with speed my Spirits raise,
By giving, giving, by giving life and Liberty.

Thy Beauty like the Rising Sun,
Refresh all my Senses,
Then prithee Celia do not shun,
That Blessing which the height of Joy Commences
Come with thy spreading Arms to me,
And I, and I would then express,
Thy Love with all Humility,
For I can do no less:
For let me tell thee it is true,
I love thee, I love thee more than Gold,
And if I may, my Suit Renew,
Thy Blessings, Blessings, thy Blessings will be manifold.

I'd rather dye then live in Grief,
For then my Pains are ended;
'Tis you alone can yield relief,
Let Blessings be, let Blessings be extended,
To save me from a Ruin'd state,
Which now, which now I dread and fear,
One Word of Comfort now relate,
My Joy, my Love, my Dear:
Then Cressus with his Golden store,
Could never, could never, me outvey
Grant me thy Love, thy Love, I ask no more,
Then Caelia, Caelia, then Caelia make a kind reply.

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Item Code: CCSWWN3

First line: As I beneath a mirtle shade lay musing

Source Edition: She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not; or, The Kind Imposter (1702), song not printed in play.

First performed: 26 November 1702

CT(1) reel no.: 578:12 (1703)

Author: Colley Cibber

Composer: Louis Ramondon ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie [Music] English Songs, British Library Shelfmark H.1601, p.53.

Text of song:

<(1)>

As I beneath a Myrtle shade lay Museing,
Silyia the fair in Mournfull Sounds,
Venting her Grief the air she wounds,
O God of Love cease to torment me,
Send to my aid some Gentle Swain,
Whose Balm apply'd may ease my Pain.

(2)

Aloud I cry'd an all the Grove Resounded,
Heavenly Nymph Complain no more,
Love does thy wisht for Peace restore,
And sends a Gentle Swain to ease thee,
In whom a longing Maid may find,
A Balm to Cure her Lovesick mind.

(3)

She blush'd and sigh'd & Pusht the Medcin from her,
Which still the more Increast her Pain,
Finding at length She strove in vain,
O Love she cry'd I must obey thee,
Who can the raging Smart Endure,
She suckt the Balm & found the Cure.

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Item Code: CCWW1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Womans Wit: or, The Lady in Fashion (1696), 2.1, p.20.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Lon. Take not a Womans Anger ill! (Turns short, and sings.

Leo. Curse of my Treacherous Folly, that urg'd me to believe his Passion Real---O that it were! Ha! Can't it be made to seem so?---A sudden thought revives me!

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Item Code: CCWW2

First line: Tell me Belinda prithee do

Source Edition: Womans Wit: or, The Lady in Fashion (1696), 3.1, p.25.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

Composer: Richard Leveridge?

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.342, n.3155 [Music] Leveridge, Richard, A New Book of Songs (1697), pp.8-9 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

[Olivia smiles on Emilia, and begins to Play.]

Emi. O! have I put you in Tune, Madam. [The Tune ended Emilia says.]

Emi. Nay, nay, you shan't give over so! I will have a Song too.

Oli. Nay if I sing---

Emi. If you don't, I shall be very angry, Madam.

[Olivia Sings.]

Tell me, Belinda, Prithee do,
(The Wanton Caelia said.)
Since you'll allow no Lover true,
(Inform a tender Maid.)
Are not we Women Fools than to be so?
Belinda smiling thus the Sex betray'd.

Men have their Arts, and we have Eyes,
We both believe, and both tell lyes;
Tho' they a Thousand Hearts pursue,
We love to wound as many too.
Yet still with Virtue! virtue! keep a Pother,
We look! we love!
We like! we leave!
We both deceive!
And thus are Fools to one another.

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Item Code: CCWW3

First line: Tum tum dum

Source Edition: Womans Wit: or, The Lady in Fashion (1696), 3.[5], pp.42-3.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Ma. Tum! Tum! dum, &c. (Sings carelesly.)

<this singing is repeated thrice, punctuated by unrelated dialogue>

Ma. Tum! Tum! dum. (Keeping him off with his Sword.

Tum! Tum! dum! &c. (Pockets the Money.)

Ma. I don't much care if I Treat thee to Day.---There.---(Exit Waiter.)
Tum! Tum! dum! (Going away Singing.)

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Item Code: CCWW4

First line: Tall lall lall

Source Edition: Woman's Wit; or, The Lady in Fashion (1697), 4.1, pp.52-4.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

M. J. <...> and so I will pull off my Boots, d'ee see.--- Tall! lall! lall!

(He sits down to pull off his Boots, and sings.)

L. Man. You impudent young Rascal! How dare you offer to pull off your Cloaths? Sirrah! I'll have your Bones broken, I'll make you change your Tune.

M. J. No! you shan't! Tall, lall, lall! <...>

<singing of this nature continues through two pages of dialogue>

M. J. Why, that's because you shou'd not follow me! Look you, Mother, always tye a mad Bull to a Stake! tall, lall!--- and there's my Tune agen for you now. Tall, lall, lall!

(Exit singing.

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Item Code: CCWW5

First line: Tum tum dum

Source Edition: Woman's Wit; or, The Lady in Fashion (1697), 4.1, p.57.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Y. Ra. (Leering upon the Major.) ---Tum! Tum! Dum! (Sings, and walks about.)

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Item Code: CCWW6

First line: Tall lall lall

Source Edition: Woman's Wit; or, The Lady in Fashion (1697), 5.1, p.78.

First performed: January 1697 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1437:37

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Enter Mass Johnny with Lettice, and a Gentleman in a Parsons Habit.

M. J. Tall, lall, lall! (singing.) A hey! Where's Brother Father-in Law?

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Item Code: CCX1

First line: Prepare blest sons of art prepare

Source Edition: Xerxes (1699), 1.1, pp.5-6.

First Performed: second half February 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 958:9

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

The Chorus being hang'd on each side the Stage, Enter Loyalty, Love, Peace and Plenty. After a Martial Symphony, Loyalty Sings.

Loyalty. Prepare, blest Sons of Art, prepare
To Raise the Thundring Voice of War:
Sing! sing! and sound the Hero's Fame,
Let Warlike Notes, his Warlike Deeds Proclaim.
Chorus. Sing, sing, &c.

Loy. Now cease the Noise, and while we meet him,
Let Love and softer Joys make haste to greet him.

Love Advances.

Love. Welcome Hero from the Toils of War!
Welcome! as Rest to Pains and Care:
Welcome! as kind returning Day,
To Souls that dore the Night away!
Welcome! as Hope to Lovers in Dispair.
Chorus. Welcome Hero from the Toils of War!
Peace and Plenty comes forward.

Peace & Plenty. See! see! what softer Blessings wait
The Happy Triumph of the Great;
Peace and Plenty fly before him;
Peace and Plenty make Mankind adore him;
Peace and Plenty Tune his Soul to Love,
And give below, a Tast of Joys above.
Grand Chorus. Give him on Earth ye Pow'rs, long Love and Peace,
And after Death Immortal Bliss.

The Song ended.

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Item Code: CCX2

First line: Awake soft luxury awake

Source Edition: Xerxes (1699), 2.1, pp.13-5.

First Performed: second half February 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 958:9

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

While a Symphony is Playing, Luxury arises sleeping on a Bed of Roses, and Mercury Enters to him.

Mercury. Awake soft Luxury, awake
The smiling Gods befriend thee,
And with Pleasures here attend thee;
Now Feast thy Senses, and Receive
The sweetest Joy, the Gods can give.
Awake, &c.
The Scene Drawing, discovers several Deities, Attended by their several Pleasures: Cupid Advances.

Cupid. With me, these Rival Gods contend,
And Each asserts his Power to bless;
Thy Voice alone the strife must end,
Who knowest all Pleasures in Excess:
And wanton Cupid comes to prove,
Life has no Joy like Lawless Love.

Luxury. What kind Reward shall I receive
From them, to whom my Voice I give.
Cupid. That thou Unbrib'd mayst give thy Voice,
Eternal Freedom to possess thy Choice.
Mars advances to a Warlike Symphony.

Mars. Sound! sound! the Trumpet sound,
The Warriours Soul Allarm!
He Fights!---They Fly!---and now with Conquest Crown
What God can give a Nobler Charm?
Lux. No more! no more! Ah throw thy Arms away:
For with 'em Love shall Sport and Play;
The Trumpet now shall softer sound,
And swell, and weep, and gently wound.
Hymen Descends.

Hymen. If softer Love can make thee Blest,
That Bliss in Marriage is possest.
Indifference Interrupts him.

Indiff. Away! away! no Life can be
Like that, Mankind enjoys in me:
Indifference is the happiest State,
On which no Care or Sorrows wait,
Nothing hating, nought admiring,
Never Wanting, ne're Requiring;
Never Pining for Possession,
Nor yet slighting kind Occasion;
Joy is welcome still to chear me,
Sorrow never shall come near me.

Mar. and Indiff. together. If Peaceful Jows can make thee blest,
In him, or me they are possest.

Lux. Begon! Dull Pair, I cannot take,
Or grant a Joy in either:
Be chain'd for ever Back to Back,
And wander through the World together.
Chorus. Begon Dull Pair, he cannot take, &c.
The Pleasures Bind Marriage and Indifference together, and drive them off the Stage: Then Venus advances,

Venus. Would you know the sweetest Joys,
Which Virtue wisely keeps from Fools;
Then steal a Mistriss, Break all Tyes,
That would confine your Love to Rules.
From Vulcan forct to hide my Charms,
I Modest still, and Cold must prove:
But Ah! when in my Warriours Arms
I live! and give a loose to Love.

Lux. and Venus. All other Loves but faintly tast,
Or still repeated fly too fast.
But the Lover
Will Discover,
Changing
Ranging
Makes the Bliss for ever last:

Lux. True Joy is now reveal'd,
Come Pleasures Dance and Play.
All! All! To Venus yield,
Fair Venus Winns the Day.

While the Pleasures Dance, the Four last Lines are Repeated in a Grand Chorus. After which the Company rises.

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Item Code: CCX3

First line: Sophiel old sire of early fate

Source Edition: Xerxes (1699), 4.2, p.32.

First Performed: second half February 1699 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 958:9

Author: Colley Cibber

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

Text of song:

Mag. Prepare the Charm: The Charm must be
To Sophiel, who delights in Harmony.

1st Mag. sings.

Sophiel! Old Sire of Early Fate,
Who seest before the Gods debate;
That know'st of yet Unbeing Things,
The Fates of Uncreated Kings,
Of Men, of Empires, and the Doom
Of Thousand Thousand Years to come:
1st Mag. Appear! 2d. Appear! 3d. Appear!

1st Mag. Sophiel!
By the Moon's pale Beam,
That faintly glimmers o'er the Stygian Stream,
Appear, &c.

2d Mag. Sophiel!
By the Ocean's Ebb and Flow,
Whose Hidden Cause we ne'er cou'd know,
Appear, &c.

3d Mag. Sophiel!
By the Subterraneous Winds, that make
The trembling Earth and Centre shake,
Chorus. Appear! Thrice! Thrice! invok'd, appear;
Whether in Air thy Form does stray,
Or under Earth by Charms is bound,
Swift! swift as Light'ning, dart away;
Or fierce as Thunder, tear the Ground.

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Item Code: CDC1

First line: We must assemble by a sacrifice

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 1.1, p.7.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Sung by Circe's Women at the Infernal Sacrifice. Priests joyn in the Chorus.

We must assemble by a Sacrifice
Those Demons who do range about the Skies.
Their necessary aid you use,
Those poysonous Herbs and Roots do chuse,
Which mingled, and prepar'd by your strong Art,
Do to your Charms, their chiefest Force impart.
Your Censors to the Altar take,
And with Arabian Gums sweet Odours make.
The Air, with Musick gently wound,
Sweet smells they love, and every pleasing sound.

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Item Code: CDC2

First line: Come every demon who o'ersees

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 1.1, p.8.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Priests Sing.

I.

Come every Demon who o'resees
The Fates of mighty Monarchies,
And orders how they rise and set,
All you who Love and Lust inspire,
And kindle wild Ambition's Fire,
The dang'rous Sickness of the Great.
Chor. Circe, the Daughter of the Sun obey,
Or in his guilded Beams you ne're shall play.

II.

You who hatch Factions in the Court,
Sedition in the meaner sort,
Amongst the Pious, holy Strife,
Tumults in Camps, in Senates too,
Those discords which the good undoe,
All, all that wait on humane life.
Chor. Circe, the Daughter of the Sun obey,
Or in his guilded Beams you ne're shall play.

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Item Code: CDC3

First line: Lovers who to their first embraces go

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 1.1, p.9.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Sung by one of Circe's Women alone.

Lovers, who to their first Embraces go,
Are slow and languishing, compar'd to you;
In speed you can outdo the winged Wind,
And leave, even Thought, creeping and tir'd behind.

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Item Code: CDC4

First line: Behold quick as thy thought

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 1.1, p.9.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Sung by Circe's Women.

Behold, quick as thy thought,
Th' Ingredients of thy Spells are brought,
By which thy dismal Bus'ness must be wrought.
Great Minister of Fate,
In this deep Cave you sit in State,
Famine and Pestilence about you wait;
At your dread Word they fly through every Land,
Whilst their fierce undiscerning rage,
Does pity neither Sex nor Age.
Death is as blind as Love, at your command.
Chorus. Each Plant and Herb have all their poyson sent;
On what new mischief is your Magick bent?

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Item Code: CDC5

First line: Pluto arise [From those blest shades]

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 1.1, p.9.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

A Priest sings alone.

Pluto, arise!
From those blest shades where Kings, and Lovers are,
Where those no torment have from State and Care;
And these feel not the torment of Despair.

The Second Part of the Dance.

Pluto, arise!
From thy blest Kingdom of Equality,
Where Birth, Wealth, Beauty have no tyranny,
Where all Mankind are fellow-slaves to thee.

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Item Code: CDC6

First line: This impious breast you Furies fill

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Sung by Furies.

I.

This impious Breast, you Furies fill
With all that Hell of horror does contain.
Gnaw, Gnaw his Heart, you Scorpions still.
But from himself he feels the sharpest pain.
But from himself he feels the sharpest pain.

II.

For any other humane Crime,
Tears and Repentance may Oblations be,
But nothing shall atone for him.
The damn'd may sooner pardon find than he.
The damn'd may sooner pardon find than he.

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Item Code: CDC7

First line: Cease valiant hero cease to grieve

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 2.1, p.14.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Composer: Unrecorded ( John Banister or Thomas Low?--probably the former because he composed the music for CDC12 and CDC13)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.191, n.499 [Music] Score is in Banister, John and Low, Thomas, New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), p.160--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

The Heav'ns open, Iris appears on the Rainbow, and Sings.

SONG.

I.

Cease valiant Hero! cease to grieve;
The Gods thy Pray'rs, and Penitence receive:
You cannot sin so fast as they forgive.

II.

All the attempts of Hell are vain,
O're that, and grief, you shall the conquest gain,
A Pardon your unwilling Crimes obtain.

III.

You Spirits made of Air refin'd,
With pleasing objects cheer his clouded mind;
No footsteps leave of former guilt behind.

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Item Code: CDC8

First line: Ah how happy are we [Who from bus'ness...are free]

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 2.1, p.14.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Source/s of Music: Despite being recorded in Day and Murrie, p.304, n.2474 (and p.166, n.52a) the reference actually applies to a different song ( RHTIQ15).

Text of song:

Orestes and Pylades seat themselves on a Rock; Syrens rise out of the Sea and sing.

SONG.

I.

Ah how happy are we!
Who from bus'ness, that graver folly, are free;
Let us Love, though the sober should blame us.
A curse on the Wise,
They need not advise,
Age makes too much haste to reclaim us.

II.

Let us carelesly move
In the riots of Wit, and follies of Love,
Our age does to pleasure invite us;
But when we are old
And our Blood growes cold,
Not Art nor Fifteen can incite us.

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Item Code: CDC9

First line: Oh heav'nly virgin from thy starry throne

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 3.6, p.30.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

SONG.

By the Priests.

I.

Oh! Heav'nly Virgin! from they Starry Throne,
Look down on Scythia, thy most holy Seat!
Our Arms, with Victory, and Trophies, crown,
'Tis easie to be Good, when we are Great.

II.

'Tis just Mankind should at thy Altar bleed,
Who thy small Empire, Chastity, invade,
Whatever happy Lover does succeed,
From chaste Diana's Province steals a Maid.

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Item Code: CDC10

First line: O cheated mortals what has life so sweet

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 3.6, p.30.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Song again.

O cheated Mortals! what has Life so sweet?
Who is contented with the present day,
Our present joy is a vain hope we may,
From the next hour, some ease and pleasure meet.
That Courtier, Life, does feed
Poor Mortals with a hope they shall succeed.
We will be wise, and dye, prepare the sacred Knife,
Farewel! farewel! thou valued trifle life.
Chorus of Priests. Wound, wound the Victim, pierce his Sacred Breast,
And give his lab'ring Soul eternal rest.
Wound, wound, &c.

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Item Code: CDC11

First line: Sigh lovers sigh [The God of Love inspires]

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 4.1, p.31.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Sung by Circe's Women.

I.

Sigh Lovers, sigh!
The God of Love inspires
Kind gentle thoughts, and warm desires,
See! the Winds blow, the Flowers move:
'Tis Nature that does sigh for Love.

II.

Hark! hark! the Birds!
Alas, they do not sing
To welcome in the beauteous Spring,
But in their untaught Notes complain
Of Love, our Universal pain.

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Item Code: CDC12

First line: Young Phaon strove the bliss to taste

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 4.2, p.33.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.399, n.4132 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.10 (UMI(2) 286:12) and others.

Text of song:

SONG.

By Circe's Women.

I.

Young Phaon strove the bliss to taste,
But Sappho still deny'd,
He struggled long, the Youth at last
Lay panting by her side.
II.

Useless he lay, Love would not wait
Till they could both agree,
They idly languish't in debate,
When they should active be.

III.

At last come ruin me (he cry'de
And then there fell a Tear,
I'le in thy Breast my blushes hide,
Doe all that Virgins fear.

IV.

Oh! that Age could Loves rites perform
We make old men obey,
They court us long, Youth does but storm,
And Plunder and away.

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Item Code: CDC13

First line: Give me my lute in thee some ease I find

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 4.2, p.34.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.227, n.1123 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.14 (UMI(2) 286:12).

Text of song:

Orpheus sings.

<I.>

Give me my Lute, in thee some ease I find,
Euridice is dead
And to that dismal Country fled
Where all is sad, and gloomy, as my mind.

II.

The world has nothing worth a Lovers care,
None now by Rivers weep:
Verse and the Lute are both asleep;
All women now are false, and few are faire.

III.

Thy Scepter, Love, shall ore' the Aged be;
Lay by thy useless Darts,
For all our Youth will guard their hearts,
And Scorne thy fading Empire taught by me.

IV.

Beauty the Thracian Youth no more shall move,
Now they shall sigh no more,
But all my noble Verse adore,
It has more graces than the Queen of Love.

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Item Code: CDC14

First line: How dull is all the world that none should move

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 4.2, pp.34-5.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

The Heavens open, Cupid descends upon Pernassus, and sings.

Cup. How dull is all the world! that none should move,
In the cause of injur'd Love,
The bad are safe, Hervn's idle Thunder teares
Mountains, but the guilty spares.
Mortal our holy Altars then shall be!
Ever thus profan'd by thee.
If Poets beauties faithful Traine rebel,
Vows, and incense, all farwell.
How can thy noble Art ungratefull prove,
Fed by beauty and by Love?
Hark, hark! these Bells and Berecinthian Pipes declare
That Thrace a Feast to Bacchus does prepare;
The raging Bacchanals his rites fulfil,
They shall revenge me, and the Rebel kill.

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Item Code: CDC15

First line: Fill all the bowls with sprightly wine

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 4.2, p.35.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Song by the Bacchanals.

Fill all the Bowls with Sprightly Wine,
And let the women drink.
Men visit now, are very fine
Talk much, and never think.
Sure these follies our sex might claime as their due
Since mankind incroaches
On our small Debauches,
New manly delights let the women pursue.
This comfort poor cuckolded Ladies did find,
To drown in full Bowles,
The cares of their Souls,
When the husband is false and the Gallant unkind.

Chorus. In empty Beds we absent Lovers mourn,
There sits the man that does our Empire scorn:
He makes the Thracian Youths despise
Warn swelling Breasts and dyeing Eyes.
Make ready your Darts, and valiantly fling,
Let him dye, to his groans w'el dance and w'el sing.

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Item Code: CDC16

First line: The noise of human life forsake

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 5.6, p.51.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

God of Sleep Sings.

The Noise of humane life forsake,
Where Love and Bus'ness keep the World awake,
Some quiet Mansion seek,
Where Fame's loud call shall not our slumbers break.
But happy Ignorance upon thy careless breast
Methinks we take the gentlest rest.
Chorus. Sleep, sleep! within a drousie Cave,
Dark, dark, and silent as the Grave.

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Item Code: CDC17

First line: Maids in wishes stretch and pant

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 5.6, p.51.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Song for the Dreames.

Maid in Wishes stretch and pant;
Wives the Nightly blessing want.
Chorus. Careful Love their torment sees,
Sens e'm Dreams, and they have ease.

Women can be chaste in spite.
Gallants must retire to Night.
Chor. Careful Love, &c.

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Item Code: CDC18

First line: Begone fair visions to the court remove

Source Edition: Circe (1677), 5.6, p.52.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

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

Text of song:

Phobetor Sings.

Begone, fair Visions, to the Court remove.
Whose bus'ness is to dream of Love;
And you black terrors of the Night appear;
You wilde Creations of our Wilder fear;
You dismal Visions that on guilt attend.
Furies and Fiends from Hell ascend;
Religion finds you better far than Law,
To rule Mankind and keep the World in awe:
Oh horror, horror from Death's gloomy shade,
Arise, arise! the frighted World invade.

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Item Code: CDC19

First line: Fairest if thou canst be kind

Source Edition: Circe (1677), song not printed in play.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Composer: John Ernest Galliard ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Pack

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie [Music] English Songs, British Library Shelfmark H.1601, p.142.

Text of song:

Fairest if thou canst be kind,
Ah! thou'rt ye Damsell to my mind,
If in me thou canst discover,
Ought to please the<e> as a Lover,
Be it in thy Smiles confest,
Thou'lt consent & I am Blest.

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Item Code: CDC20

First line: Oft on the troubled ocean's face

Source Edition: Circe (1677), song not printed in play.

First performed: 12 May 1677

UMI(2) reel no.: 207:8

Author: Charles Davenant

Composer: John Ernest Galliard ( nwc)

Performer/s:

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie [Music] English Songs, British Library Shelfmark H.1601, p.349.

Text of song:

Oft on the troubled Oceans face,
Loud stormy Winds arise,
The murmring Surges swell apace,
Abd Clouds obscure the Skies:
But when the Tempests Rage is o'er,
Soft Breezes smooth the Main,
The Billows cease to lash the Shore,
And all is Calm again.
Not so in fond and Am'rous Souls,
If tyrant Love once reigns,
There one Eternall Tempest rouls,
And yields unceasing Pains:
Ah cruel God our Peace restore,
Or wound us with thy Shafts no more.

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