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First line: Her eyes are like the morning bright
Source Edition: The Novelty (1697), "Thyrsis" (Act One), p.9.
First performed: June 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1153:7
Author: Peter Anthony Motteux, John Oldmixon, Edward Filmer et al.
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Lyrics: John Oldmixon (according to D&M)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.239, n.1341 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.299-300 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al.
Text of song:
Mon. Her Welcom, Thyrsis, let us sing,
In Notes as sweet as for the Spring <...>
SONG
<I.>
Her
Eyes are like the morning bright,
Her Cheeks like Roses
fair,
Her Breasts like Water'd, Lillies White,
Like Silk her flowing Hair.
II.
Her Breath's as sweet as Odors blown
By
Zephirs o're the Vales;
Her Skin's as fine as
soft as Down,
Her Voice like Nightingales.
III.
Where-e're she breathes, where-e're
she sings,
How happy are the Groves,
How
blest, how much more blest than Kings,
The Shepherd that
she loves.
Chorus. With gentle steps let's
beat the ground,
In gladsom Couples join'd,
For joy that your Dorinda's found,
And Cleomira
kind.
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First line: Welcome to the Lydian court
Source Edition: The Novelty (1697), "Hercules" (Act Three), pp.26ff.
First performed: June 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1153:7
Author: Peter Anthony Motteux, John Oldmixon, Edward Filmer et al.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Masque
A Symphony with Trumpets, Kettle-drums, Hautboys,&c.
Enter Hercules, and a Chorus of Lydian Men and Women, who line both Sides of the Stage; Omphale among them.
Chorus of Lydians. VVelcome to the
Lydian Court,
Great Alcides, still victorious,
Still more glorious,
Earth's Defence, and Heav'n's
Support!
Welcome to the Lydian Court.
Two
Lydians. "By thee the worst of Monsters fell:
"By
thee was curb'd the Pow'r of Hell:
"By thee
on Earth Astra rules again:
"The
Toil and Glory thine, the thankful World's the Gain.
Herc. to the Crowd. Hence Slaves, still crowding to caress,
Not Manly Virtue, but Success.
"Why must I
be star'd at by you,
"As if I were a Monster
too?
Why gazes on me ev'ry Eye,
When
a more conqu'ring Object's by?
Why sing my Triumph,
when a single She,
A single Look has vanquish'd me?
[Omphale offers to go, seeing him bow to her.
Herc. Bright Omphale, in Pity stay,
Oh let me
gaze, and gaze Eternity away.
Omph. "Why
should I be gaz'd on by you,
"As if I were a
Monster too?
Herc. "Why should I be thus
shun'd by you,
"As if I were a Monster too?
Herc. We Soldiers are blunt, and awkardly wooe;
But tho' we can't talk, you'll find we can do.
A thousand hard Labours I've conquer'd with Ease;
But think it much harder one Woman to please.
Yet
here I stand ready, to try, when you will,
If one Woman's
Wishes a Man may fulfil.
Omph. All you Men, when
Love is new,
Promise much, but little do.
You in Search of Blessings run,
Which alas you quickly
shun.
Shou'd we cheap our Favours make,
You'd but conquer to forsake.
Lest our Slaves our
Tyrants grow,
Little Freedom we bestow.
Herc.
To try me and exert your Sway,
Speak, and, by Jove, I
will obey!
Omph. Then learn to spin; 'tis all I ask.
Herc. For Hercules a very pretty Task!
'Tis odd, 'tis odd, 'tis wondrous odd!
Malicious Love, resistless God!
But I have sworn, and
then I burn,
And now my Club must Distaff turn.
I know by this I'm turning Fool,
And so we're
all, while Women rule.
Enter Lydia and Nesica, two of Omphale's Women, with two spinning Wheels, brought in by two Men, who take them out to dance, and in the Dance they turn the Wheels with diverse Postures, and Motions.
Omph.
"Come grieve no more for turning Fool
"Than
did your Sire for turning Bull.
"Love grows fiercer
by Denials,
"Love, like Gold's refin'd by
Tryals.
"Doubts and Fears new Heat inspire.
"Melting Tears enrage the Fire;
"Sighs,
like Wind, still blow it higher.
"Cruelty awake must
keep
"Love, which Kindness lulls asleep.
"Off
with your rough Attire of War;
"You must for softer
Arts prepare. [Exit Omphale.
Some of Omphale's Attendants, strip Hercules of his Lyon's Skin, and put him on a white Hood, a Night-Rail, and a white Bib-Apron; then they cap his Club with Flax, and set a Spinning-Wheel before him---he makes sad Faces all the while.
Herc. Well then if I
must learn to spin,
And be a Coxcomb, let's begin.
Nesica shewing him how to spin.
Thus---you must whirl
about your Wheel;
Thus---wet, and twist, and fill the
Reel.
Lyd. "Come, spin out your Clue.
Herc. "S'Death, all is entangl'd! plague on't; it won't do.
Lydia and Nesica beat him with their Distaffs.
"Come, spin out your Clue.
Herc. "Hold Women, hold; I never knew
"A
Man could be a Match for two.
Enter Dejanira with Children and other Attendants.
Oh, you treacherous
Knave!
Oh you Villain, you Slave!
What, do
I surprise you,
Your Wenches and you? e'Faith, I'll
disguise you.
Let me reach 'em!
I'll
teach 'em
To make themselves common,
And wrong me, not dreading the Rage of a Woman.
What,
take you their Part?
I cou'd tear thy false Heart.
"At home you still grumble,
"And tho'
mighty abroad, there your Courage is humble;
"Still
dull with your Spouse, and still gay with another,
"You
make ev'ry Whore but your poor Wife a Mother.
Oh
you treacherous Knave!
Oh you Villain! you Slave!
Two of Hercules's Children sing in a crying Tone.
Heh! hoh! pray, Sir, pray now come!
With my
Mother pray go home.
A Boy. All Night she makes
her Moan,
She cannot lie alone.
As in her
Arms I lay,
The Night you went away,
She
sigh'd, and, with a Tear,
Cry'd, oh wou'd
it were my Dear.
A Girl. She o'er her Pillow
weeps,
And hugs it as she sleeps;
Then, waking,
with a Tear,
Crys, Wou'd it were my Dear,
Both together. Heh! hoh! pray Sir, pray now come;
With my Mother pray go home.
Herc. Behold
the Blessings of a married Life,
In bawling Children,
and a scolding Wife!
"Poor Husbands the Noise of
their Vexons must fly;
"If Juno but scold, ev'n
Jove leaves the Sky.
Like Furies they bellow, and rave,
if we stray,
Yet still by their Clamours they drive us
away:
"With Dragons and Devils I'd venture a
Strife,
"But I dare not encounter that greater, my
Wife.
[Hercules offers to go. Dejanira holding him.
Stay cruel Man; and e're you fly me,
E're! my latest Farewel take,
Oh do not one
poor Wish deny me!
Wear this more proper Garment for
my sake! [She shews him a Vest and Shirt.
Herc. Well, since you're milder, I comply. [Exit to put on the Shirt and Vest.
One of Hercules's Children dances for joy that her Father is putting on the Shirt, which Dejanira has been told will restore her his Love. Then Herc. re-enters.
Herc. Your Vest is on; Thanks, Wife! and so god b'w'ye
At Night Arrears I'll satisfie. [They all go out except
Hercules.
Hercules feeling a sudden Heat.
'Tis warm,---'tis hot,---'tis wondrous hot---
I'm scorch'd---I fry---I burn---Oh strip me---Give
me Air---
The stubborn Vest obeys me not:
I cannot bear it---
Let me tear it,
Tho'
with my Flesh, my Heart and Soul I tear.
In vain I strive;
the Bosom-Traytor cleaves the more,
And spreads a more
than Hell thro' every sucking Pore.
And now the flaming
Poison gains
My Nerves, my Veins,
My Lungs,
my Heart, my Brains---
Help! Water! Rivers! pour a Flood!
A Deluge scarce will quench the Fire that drinks my Blood.
He sinks on the Ground.
Ah me! Ah, poor Alcides! wretched
Man!
I sink, I faint, I die with Pain. He starts up suddenly.
Now with ten thousand Stings I suffer Life again.
"Run,
haste, bid Neptune bring the Sea
"To save the World
and me.
Wake sleeping Jove; 'Tis I that call.
Collect the Clouds, and squeeze 'em into Show'rs;
Or quench the Flame which thy Son's Heart devours
With thy less dreadful Thunder's fall.
"Rouze,
idle Tenants of the Sky!
"Must I implore, and you
deny?
Rouze; or on my own Fires I'll fly;
I'll dash to Air your Beings with a Stroke,
And,
firing Ocean, Earth and Sky,
Entomb the World in everlasting
Smoke.
See! Trembling Heav'n assists for fear.
Behold a Fire! I'll cool me there---
[A Poetical Heaven appears in Perspective, and a Fire under it.
Flames quench my Flames---Hark! From the Heavenly Hall
I hear the beck'ning Thund'rer call---
I hear the Musick of the Skies--- [He flings himself into a Fire.
I come, I mount, my Spirit flies,
While my maternal
Earthy Being dies.--- [He dies.
The Attendants who sometimes appear'd during Hercules's Complaint, and were frighted away by his Rant, return towards the End of his Rapture; and when 'tis over, begin the following grand Chorus.
Grand Chor. Rejoice; Alcides lives on high:
Thus Heroes claim their Kindred Sky.
Thro' Fiery
Tryals thus the Soul must fly.
He ever lives who does
not fear to dye. The End of the Masque
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First line: Behold behold ye blest above
Source Edition: The Siege and Surrender of Mons (1691), 1.3, pp.6-7.
First performed: 1691?
UMI(2) reel no.: 1084:38
Author: Richard Ames (according to WING; Anonymous in Harbage and Schoenbaum)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter a large Procession of the Religious...in their solemn March the Priests sing.
Behold behold ye blest above,
Who have no Passions now but Love;
Behold our sad distressed
Town,
And look with tender Pity down.
Look
down upon our Virgins Tears,
Look down upon our Matrons
Fears,
Regard the cries of Old and Young,
Who daily to the Temple throng,
Your kindest pity we
implore
Our wishes cannot hope for more,
'Tis
pity pity we implore.
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First line: As Cupid roguishly one day
Source Edition: Altemira (1702).
First Performed: December 1701--pub. 20 December (L.S)
UMI reel no.: Not filmed.
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Lyrics: Charles Boyle?
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.174, n.204 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.311-4 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al. First appeared in Mercurius Musicus, January and February 1701, pp.56-7 but without the extra verses.
Text of song:
As
Cupid rogishly one Day,
Had all alone stole out to play;
The Muses caught the little Knave,
And captive
Love to Beauty gave:
The laughing Dame soon mist her
Son,
And here and there Distracted run;
And
still his Liberty to gain,
Offers his Ransom, but in
vain,
The willing Prisoner still hugs his Chain,
And Vows he'll ne'er be free again.
Tho'
he in Fetters lies confin'd,
So pleasant is it to
his Mind,
That ever while he waited still,
His Heart with Joys the Nymph did fill,
So that the pleasing
pain he bore,
And would not wish for Freedom more,
Because that charming Beauty bright,
Still he must
adore, for she's Fair,
And never he can avoid the
snare,
But must be still confin'd,
Now
she's so charming Fair.
The smiling Mother
when she found,
Her son was so encompass'd round,
She needs would help her little Boy,
And all the
charms of Love destroy;
In vain she strove, for Beauty
bright,
Was evermore his Hearts delight,
To the fair Saint on Wings of Love,
Oft he takes his
flight where his thrall,
Is sweeter to him than the rich
Honey fall;
There will he still reside,
For
Love does Conquer one and all.
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First line: From hunger and cold who lives more free
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 1.1, sig. C3[v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: J.G. (possibly John Goodgroome?)( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.224, n.1089) [Music] Wilson, John et al., Select ayres and dialogues...1659, p.64 (UMI(2) 970:7) et al.
Text of song:
A noyse and singing within.
Spr. <...> Unto his noble heart. But heark!
I there's
The Harmony that drowns all doubts and
fears.
A little nearer---
Song.
From hunger and cold who lives more free,
Or
who more richly clad then wee?
Our bellies are full;
our flesh is warm;
And, against pride, our rags are a
charm.
Enough is our Feast, and for to morrow
Let rich men care: we feel no sorrow.
No sorrow, no sorrow,
no sorrow, no sorrow.
Let rich men care, we feel no sorrow.
Sp. <spoken> The Emperour hears no such Musick; nor feels content like this!
<sung>
Each City, each Town, and every Village,
Affords us either
an Alms or Pillage.
And if the weather be cold and raw
Then, in a Barn we tumble in straw.
If warm and
fair, by yea-cock and nay-cock
The Fields will afford
us a Hedge or a Hay-cock.
A Hay-cock, a Hay-cock, a Hay-cock,
a Hay-cock,
The Fields will afford us a Hedge or a Hay-cock.
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First line: Come come away the spring
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 1.1, sig.D[1r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Come, come; away: The Spring
(By every Bird that can but sing,
Or chirp a note)
doth now invite
Us forth, to taste of his delight.
In Field, in Grove, on Hill, in Dale;
But above
all the Nightingale:
Who in her sweetness strives t'out-doe
The loudness of the hoarse Cuckoe.
Cuckoe cries
he, Jug Jug Jug sings she,
From bush to bush, from tree
to tree,
Why in one place then tarry me?
Come
away; why do we stay?
We have no debt or rent to pay.
No bargains or accounts to make;
Nor Land or Lease
to let or take:
Or if we had, should that remore us,
<"remore"? text is unclear>
When
all the world's our own before us,
And where we pass,
and make resort,
It is our Kingdom and our Court.
Cuckoe cries he, &c.
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First line: Hey down hey down a down
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 2.1, sig.[E4v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: Edmund Nelham (if tune is the same) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Possibly recorded in Day and Murrie (p.238, n.1320).[Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can: or The Musical Companion...1667, Part I, p.75 (UMI(2) 148:6) et al.
Text of song:
Enter Hearty singing, and Oldrents.
Hey down hay down
a down &c.
Remember, Sir, your Covenant to be
merry.
<NOTE: The second line is not in italics, suggesting it to be spoken, but it is similar in metric pattern to a song in Hilton. The character Oldrents does seem to reply to the statement however>.
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First line: There was an old fellow at Waltham Cross
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 2.1, sig.[F1r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: John Hilton ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.347, n.3240) [Music and Lyrics] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1652), p.31 (UMI(2) 148:5) et al.
Text of song:
Old. Well Sir. I will be merry. I am
resolv'd
To force my Spirit onely unto Mirth.
Should I heare now, my Daughters were misled
Or
run away, I would not send a sigh
To fetch 'em back.
Hea. To'ther old Song for that.
Song.
There was an old fellow at Waltham Cross,
Who
merrily sung when he liv'd by the Loss.
He never
was heard to sigh with Hey-ho:
But sent it out with a
Haigh trolly lo.
He chear'd up his Heart, when his
Goods went to wrack,
With a heghm boy, heghm, and a Cup
of old Sack.
Old. Is that the way on't? well, it shall be mine then.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 2.1, sig.F2[v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ran. I'll be as merry as the Charge that's under me
A confused noyse within of laughing and singing, and one crying out.
The Beggars, Sir. Do'e hear 'em in the Barn?
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First line: Here safe in our skipper let's cly off our peck
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 2.1, sig.F3[v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Randal opens the Scene. The Beggars discovered at their Feast. After they have scrambled a while at their Victuals: This Song.
Here, safe in our Skipper, let's cly
off our Peck,
And bowse in defiance o'th' Harman-beck.
Here's Pannum and Lap, and good Poplars of Yarrum,
To fill up the Crib, and to comfort the Quarron.
Now bowse a round health to the Go-well and Com-well
Of Cisley Bumtrincket that lies in the Strummel.
Now
bowse a round health to the Go-well and Com-well
Of Cisley
Bumtrincket that lies in the Strummel.
Here's
Ruffpeck and Casson, and all of the best,
And Scraps
of the Dainties of Gentry Cofe's Feast.
Here's
Grunter and Bleater, with Tib of the Buttry,
And Margery
Prater, all drest without sluttry.
For all this bene
Cribbing and Peck let us then,
Bowse a health to the
Gentry Cofe of the Ken.
Now bowse a round health to the
Go-well and Com-well
Of Cisley Bumtrincket that lies
in the Strummel.
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First line: This is bien bowse this is bien bowse
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 2.1, sig.[F4r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mort. Go Fiddle Patrico, and let me sing. First set me down here on both my Prats. Gently, gently, for cracking of my wind, now I must use it. Hem hem.
She sings.
This
is Bien Bowse, this is Bien Bowse,
Too little is my Skew.
I bowse no Lage, but a whole Gage
Of this I'll
bowse to you.
This Bowse is better then Rom-bowse,
It sets the Gan a gigling;
The Autum-Mort finds
better sport
In bowsing then in nigling.
This is Bien-bowse &c.
She tosses off her Bowle, falls back, and is carried out.
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First line: A round a round a round boy a round
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 4.1, sig.[K3r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Catch sung. And they drink about. The Singers are all Graybeards.
A Round, a Round, a Round, Boyes,
a Round.
Let Mirth fly aloft, and Sorrow be drown'd.
Old Sack, and old Songs, and a Merry old Crew,
Can charm away Cares when the Ground looks blew.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 4.2., sig.[L1r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A great noyse within of rude Musick, Laughing, Singing,&c.
Enter Amie. Rachel. Meriel.
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First line: To the blind virgin of fourscore
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 4.2, sig.[L2r]-L3[v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mer. O but Poet Scribble's Epithalamium.
To
the blinde Virgin of fourscore,
And the lame Batchelor,
of more,
How Cupid gave her Eyes to see,
And Vulcan lent him Legs:
How Venus caus'd
their Sport to be
Prepar'd with butter'd Egs.
Yet when she shall be seven yeers wed,
She shall
be bold to say,
She has as much her Maiden-head,
As on her Wedding day.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: There was a jovial beggar
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 4.1, p.45 of 1684 edition (UMI(2) 1417:3)
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: Not recorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.347, n.3227) [Music and Lyrics] Playford, John, Choice ayres and songs...Fifth Book, 1684, p.26 (UMI(2) 286:15) and numerous others.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song does not appear in either the 1652 or 1661 editions of the play, but appears in the 1684 edition after it had appeared independently in a broadsheet in 1683 (UMI(2) 1610:19). The broadsheet has the year 1603 added by hand at the base, but this must be an error. Notably this song does not appear in Haaker's edition, yet she states that the 1684 edition follows the 1661 verbatim, which it clearly does not! Included for assessment.>
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First line: Old sack and old songs and a merry old crew
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), 5.1, sig.O[1v-O1r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Soul. Ha' you no Sack i'th House? am not I here?
And never without a merry old Song?
Sing.
Old Sack, and old Songs, and a merry old Crew,
Will fright away Cares when the ground looks blew.
<spoken>
And can you think on Gipsie Fortune-tellers?
<NOTE: This is a reprise of the second couplet of RBAJC8 >
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First line: Courtiers think it no harm
Source Edition: A Jovial Crew, or The Merry Beggars (1641, pub.1652), song not printed in the play.
First performed: revived by King's Company, 21 January 1661 (Haaker edition)
UMI(2) reel no.: 484:16 (1652); 1378:3 (1661)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.205, n.752 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Book (1700), pp.142-4 (UMI(2) 1821:19) et al.
Text of song:
Courtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm,
that silly poor Swains in Love should be,
For Love
lies hid in Rags all torn,
as well as in Silks and Bravery:
For the Beggar he loves his Lass as dear,
as he
that hath thousands, thousands, thousands,
He that has
thousand Pounds a Year.
State and Title are pitiful
things,
a lower State more happy doth prove,
Lords and Ladies, Princes and Kings,
with the Beggar
hath equal Joys in Love;
And my pretty brown Cloris upon
the Hay,
hath always as killing, killing, killing,
Hath always as killing Charms as they.
A
Lord will purchase a Maiden-head,
which perhaps hath
been lost some years before,
A Beggar will pawn his Cloak
and his Trade,
Content with Love to lye, and live Poor:
Our eager Emraces in Coalsheds
are always more
pleasing, pleasing, pleasing,
Than theirs that are dull
in downy Beds.
Our Cloris is free from Patches
and Paint,
complection and features sweetly agree,
Perfections which Ladies often do want,
is always
intail'd on our Pedigree:
Sweet Cloris in her careless
Hair,
is always more taking, taking, taking,
Than Ladies that Towers and Pendants do wear.
A
Dutchess may fail, created for Sport,
by using of Art,
and changing of things,
Tho she were the Idol and Goddess
o'th'Court,
the Joys and the Pleasure of Don,
Prince, or Kings:
Yet Cloris in her old Russet-Gown,
she's found, she's found, she's found,
And free from the Plague and Pox of the Town.
A
Beggar's as boon and brisk in the dark,
as she that
is painted red and white,
And pleases her Mate, tho not
such a Spark
as lies by the side of a Lord or Knight:
And Cloris hath Beauty to content,
so long as she's
Wholsom, Wholsom, wholsom,
She pleases us, we don't
repent.
What tho all the day she's attir'd
in Rags,
Yet once a Week she changes her Smock;
And she that has Gold and Silver in Bags,
She can
do no more than match a good Cock;
She's willing
and ready to show her Art,
And still with her Kisses,
Kisses, Kisses,
She'll conquer the Senses and the
Heart.
All the night long we do hug and embrace,
the greatest and rich can do no more,
And when
to the Swain she joins her Face,
He thinketh what Joys
there's for him in store,
By the taste of the Blisses,
so happy's he,
he crys there's no Beggar, Beggar,
Beggar,
Could so blest or so fortunate be.
The touch of her hand encreases his Flame,
Who
conquer'd by Charms, a Captive doth lie.
And when
he but thinks of his true Love's Name,
he vows for
her sake he could freely die;
Then she revives him again
with a Kiss,
he cries you undo me, undo me, undo me;
Had ever poor Soul such Pleasure as this?
Then
Gallants, ne'er envy the Poor's Delight,
'tis
pleasure to Love, and a plague to be Free;
Tho some for
our Poverty do us slight,
there's none alive more
happy than we,
We well are content with what we enjoy,
and once in a twelvemonth, twelvemonth, twelvemonth,
We are blest with a Girl, or a Boy.
Content
is a thing we strive to possess,
And better it is than
a golden Mine,
Since us with the same the Heavens do
bless,
what cause have we for to repine:
No, we've enough our Hearts to suffice,
and he that
doth murmour, murmour, murmour,
Will never be happy nor
wise.
<NOTE: The song is not ascribed to the play in the score, but simply entitled "The Beggars Delight". Check other editions for evidence>.
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First line: Open those casements which confine
Source Edition: Guzman (1669), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: 15 April 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:15 (1693)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
<Music.>
Open those Casements which Confine
The Brightest Beauties
that do shine;
Beauties which such Strong Beams display
As out of Night can form a Day.
A Day which they
have power to Crown
With Joy or with despair;
For as they Smile, or as they frown,
So they can make
it foul or fair. [Ex. Musick.
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First line: Beauty in pink
Source Edition: Guzman (1669), 1.1, p.5.
First performed: 15 April 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:15 (1693)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Guzm. hems thrice.
Beauty
in Pink,
How canst thou think
That Guzman's
Heart is small,
When thou dost see
He dares
love thee
And tell it in a Madrigal.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Guzman (1669), 3.1, p.20.
First performed: 15 April 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:15 (1693)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Maria and Lucia, and their two Maids, at the end of the 6 Verse, appear in glittring Habits, and at the end of the last, they Sing and Dance. Leon. Anto. Pastra. and Julia, seem ravish'd with Delight. When they have done, Alcanzar waves his Wan, and Maria Ascends the Tripos, and looking to Leon says,
Song here.) Then Dance.
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First line: Those clouds which dare the sun obscure
Source Edition: Herod the Great (1672), 2.1, p.10.
First performed: January? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1675:9 (1694)
Author: Roger Boyle, the Earl of Orrery.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Singing Priests are all in their white Robes, with wreaths of Laurel on their Heads; after some time of silence, the chief Singer lifts up his right hand, and then the whole Quire of Priests sing the following Song.
SONG.
Those Clouds which dare the Sun obscure,
But
a short time endure;
And when he breaks what did his
Light confine,
His Beams with brighter Lustre shine.
So Herod's Danger which we did deplore,
Serves
but to raise his Glories more;
He now appears to his
glad Subjects sights,
Like cheerful Mornings after stormy
nights.
In sign that we this blessing prize,
We offer up whole Herds in Sacrifice: [Flames are seen behind the
Theatre in the Temple.
And flaming Incense on our Altars
burn,
To Celebrate Our King's return:
Since to this Temple he new Life does give,
His Fame
shall in his Piety still live.
This Song is to be sung twice by the whole Quire of Priests; at the first ending of the Song Herod descends from the Throne, walks out over the Theatre, attended by all, having a Canopy of State carryed over him by four. By that time the Priests have ended the Song the second time, the last of the Procession are to be gotten off the Theatre...
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First line: The field is won our foes are put to flight
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 2.1, p.20.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
After several Shouts, a Sound of Trumpets <...> The Women sing.
SONG.
1 Wom. The Field is wone, our Foes are put to flight.
2. Wom. They had not Courage to support the Fight.
1. Wom. They saw their Champion's Head cut off,
That
Head which Israel's Arms did scoff;
2. Wom. And now
they fly, as if the Blow
Had wounded all the Army too.
Chorus. Mighty Saul his Thousand kill'd,
David
his Ten Thousand slew,
They forc'd the pow'rful
Foe to yield:
What cannot Saul and David do!
While the SONG is singing David bows to all the Ladies, but makes a more solemn Complement to Michol. The Song ended, the Pomp passes-over the Stage, then Merab speaks.
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First line: See how the curst Philistines fly away
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 2.1, p.21.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The SCENE changes to a large Room of State, with a Throne and other Seats in it. The Pomp enters again, the Women singing, while Saul, Jon. and David take their Places. Second SONG.
1. Wom. See how the curst Philistins
fly away!
See how disperst about the Fields they stray!
2. Wom. They fly when no one do's pursue;
1.
Wom. So the Guilty use to do.
2. Wom. And who has our
Deliv'rance wrought?
1. Wom. David out of Bethlehem
brought.
Chorus. Mighty Saul his Thousand kill'd,
David his Ten Thousand slew,
They forc'd the
pow'rful Foe to yield:
What cannot Saul and David
do!
After the SONG <...>
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First line: O the joys and delights of the marri'd pair
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 3.1, pp.29-30.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Scene discovers a Tent <...> The Trumpets sound and then a Youth sings.
SONG.
O the Joys and Delights of the Marry'd pair!
How lasting they are!
When Virtue does prove
The cheif object of Love;
It kindles a fire
That will never expire.
Chorus. And lays a Foundation which none can remove.
Then the Musick plays, after which a Virgin sings---
SONG.
The Flames which from Riches or Beauty proceed
Will quickly be dead:
When Beauty decays
Love no longer will blaze;
If Riches do wast
Love lessens as fast.
Chorus. But Virtue makes Love like itself alway last.
Youth Sings.
Look up, Look up, brave Youth and see,
Which among
all these is She,
In whose Love thou wou'dst happy
be.
Adriel rises and goes to Merab, (the Trumpets sounding) and presents her a large Writing, then a Virgin Sings.
If you to favour him incline,
Then declare
it by this sign,
Unveil and on him clearly shine.
Merab and all the Virgins Unveil <...> while the Chorus of all sings.
Chorus. Let Blessings
be joyn'd to the Bridegroom and Bride
As firmly as
they to each other are ty'd.
Then the Youths and Virgins dance <...>
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First line: Sleep sleep unconcern'd and enjoy a free rest
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 5.1, p.55.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Cave discover'd, in it Dorba asleep, some Spirits, hov'ring over her, who sing.---
SONG.
1. Sp. Sleep, sleep unconcern'd
and enjoy a free Rest,
Take all Light from her Eyes,
and all Care from her Breast.
2. Sp. 'Tis done, they
are gone,
They no longer cou'd stay.
3. Sp. I see them, I see them all posting away.
Cho.
When pleasures approach, grief is still put to flight,
So the Sun at his Rise
Reguilding the Skies
Dispenses the Clouds that had darkned his Light.
Tolo enters and touching Dorba with his Wand wakens her.
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First line: While the hidden decrees of Fate you wou'd know
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 5.1, p.56.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A hollow Noise and Flashes of Fire, the Spirit flies in, after it Saul and Doeg. Tolo sings behind the SCENE.
SONG.
While the hidden Decrees of Fate
you wou'd know
You but hasten your Sorrow and Double
your Wo;
Foreseeing the pains you must bear,
You antedate all with your Fear:
Then why shou'd
you seek to discover that doom,
Which too soon you will
know, when its time is to come.
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First line: We are bound as her slaves her commands to fulfil
Source Edition: King Saul (1676), 5.1, pp.57-8.
First performed: c.1676 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm (pub. 1703)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tolo beckens in the four Spirits, who sing.
SONG.
1. Sp. We are bound
as her Slaves her Commands to fulfil,
To attend on her
Pleasure and wait on her Will.
3. Sp. We come and we
go
We run and we fly.
2. Sp. Thro' earth
and thro' water, thro' fire and thro' sky.
Chor. Then let us some pleasant diversion invent
To afford
her delight
And to pass the long Night
Which
in troubles and fears must by others be spent.
The SONG ended, they Dance; and the Dance being done,
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First line: Fair mistress Isabel
Source Edition: Mr Anthony (1669), 4.1, p.29.
First performed: 14 December 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 218:9 (1690)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cudd. Fair Mistress Isabel,
I like you so very well,
That my Love no longer can tarry;
The fault then is plain
In you will remain,
If we do not instantly Marry.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Bright Mrs. Philadelph
Source Edition: Mr Anthony (1669), 4.1, p.29.
First performed: 14 December 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 218:9 (1690)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[<Ant.> Hems thrice.]
Bright Mrs. Philadelph,
I love none but your
self:
And if you love me at that rate,
Without
ever tarrying
For that dull thing call'd Marrying,
We'll fall to the Effects of it strait.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Since you will needs my heart possess
Source Edition: Mr Anthony (1669), 4.1, pp.33-4.
First performed: 14 December 1669
UMI(2) reel no.: 218:9 (1690)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Would fit the traditional melody of Suckling's "Ballad upon a Wedding".
Text of song:
Enter Musick and Dancers.
Plot. Will you have a merry Song, or a sad one?
Phil. We'll have the last Song which Mr. Plot made on his own heart.
Isab. I assure you, Van Dyck never drew more to the Life than Mr. Plot has done in that Piece.
Plot. 'Tis a new way of Painting, for I drew two Pictures at once. I hope, Madam, hearts that are so like, cannot choose but love one another.
Isab. Hope is free, Mr. Plot.
Nell. And so should Hearts be, if all were as Wise as mine:
Phil. Come, come, the Song, the Song.
SONG.
I.
Since you will needs my heart possess,
'Tis just to you I first confess
The Faults
to which 'tis given;
It is to change much more inclin'd
Than Women, or the Sea or Wind,
Or ought that's
under Heaven.
II.
Nor will
I hide from you this Truth,
It has been from its very
youth
A most egregious Ranger;
And since
from me it often fled,
With whom it was both born and
bred,
'Twill scarce stay with a Stranger.
III.
The black, the fair, the gay, the
sad,
Which made me often fear 'twas mad,
With one kind look could win it;
So naturally it loves
to range,
That it has left success for change,
And what's worse, Glories in it.
IV.
Often when I am laid to rest,
'Twould make
me act like one possest,
For still 'twill keep a
pother;
And though you only I esteem,
Yet
it will make me in a Dream
Court and Enjoy another.
V.
And now if you are not affraid,
After these truths that I have said,
To take this
Arrant Rover;
Be not displeas'd, if I protest,
I think the Heart within your Breast
Will prove
just such another.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Antipodes (1640), 4.6, sig. H4v.
First Performed: revived 26 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1091:8
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
3. Cour. Come, come,
Y'are friends. Shake
hands ile give you halfe a dozen
At the next Ale-house,
to set all right and streight.
And a new song; a dainty
one; here tis.
a Ballad.
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First line: Health wealth and joy our wishes bring
Source Edition: The Antipodes (1640), 4.10, sig. I4r.
First Performed: revived 26 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1091:8
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SONG.
Health, wealth, and joy our wishes
bring,
All in a welcome to our king:
May
no delight be found,
Wherewith he be not crown'd.
Apollo with the Muses,
Who Arts divine infuses.
With their choyce Chyrlonds<?> decke his head;
Love and the graces make his bed:
And to crowne
all, let Hymen to his side,
Plant a delicious, chast,
and fruitfull Bride.
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First line: Come forth my darlings you that breed
Source Edition: The Antipodes (1640), 5.10, sig. L4r.
First Performed: revived 26 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1091:8
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Discord. Song in untunable notes.
Come
forth my darlings, you that breed
The common strifes
that discord feed:
Come in the first place, my deare
folly;
Iealousie next, then Melancholy.
And
last come Madnesse, thou art hee
That bearts th'effects
of all those three,
Lend me your aydes, so discord shall
you crowne,
And make this place a kingdome of our owne.
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First line: Come wit come love come wine come health
Source Edition: The Antipodes (1640), 5.11, sig. L4r-v.
First Performed: revived 26 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1091:8
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Harmony. Song.
Come Wit, come Love, come
Wine, come Health,
Mayntainers of my Common-wealth,
Tis you make Harmony compleate,
And from the Spheares
(her proper seate)
You give her power to raigne on earth,
Where Discord claimes a right by birth.
Then let
us revell it while we are here,
And keepe possession
of this Hemisphere.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Black Prince (1667), 2.1, p.12.
First performed: 19 October 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 218:15 ('Two Tragedies', 1669)
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Curtain being drawn up... The Scene opens; two Scenes of Clouds appear, the one within the other; in the hollow of each Cloud are Women and men richly apparell'd, who sing in Dialogue and Chorus, as the Clouds descend to the Stage; then the Women and Men enter upon the Theater, and dance; afterwards return into the Clouds, which insensibly rise, all of them singing until the Clouds are ascended to their full height; then onely the Scene of the Kings magnificent Palace does appear, all the Company arise.
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First line: Tell me what a thing is love
Source Edition: The Contented Cuckold: or, The Womans Advocate (1692), 2.1, pp.12-3.
First performed: 1691-2? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:24
Author: Reuben Bourne
Composer: James Hawkins ( nwc)
Lyrics: Unrecorded
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.344, n.3173 [Music] Playford, Henry, Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), p.7 (UMI(2) 364:14).
Text of song:
Julia. <...> Let him have a good beginning, whatever the end be; prithee Lettice sing him a Song, before he sets onward of his Journy.
Lettice. I'le do my endeavour to please you all if possible, but you know I could never sing well: Besides, I have nothing new to Sing; mine are all old.
Lettice Sings.
Tell
me what a thing is Love,
O ye Gods that live above:
You in wanton pleasures rove,
And all its secret
Joys do prove:
Whilst we poor Mortals here below,
Scarce a part of it do know;
But linger out a Life
in pain,
And nought but scornful Love we gain
Why was Man cut out by Fate,
Capable of better State?
And why was Woman made his Mate
To help him, yet
his Toils create?
If we were made the Lords of all,
Must we to our Subjects fall;
And Cringe to that
which is our own,
By right of our Creation?
<NOTE: Although Day and Murrie give the lyric as anonymous, they record the song as being from this play. Given that the song was published in 1686, either it was borrowed for later use or the play was already written by that date>.
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First line: Phillis for shame let us improve
Source Edition: The Contented Cuckold: or, The Womans Advocate (1692), 3.1, p.27.
First performed: 1691-2? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:24
Author: Reuben Bourne
Composer: Pelham Humphrey ( nwc)
Lyrics: Charles Sackville, sixth Earl of Dorset
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.316, n.2682 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.40 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia. Lyrics first appeared in Westminster Drollery, I (1671), p.23 (UMI(2) 402:33).
Text of song:
Sir Peter. <...> if you will in the mean time oblige us with a Song,'twill be very acceptable: Come Sister Julia, I know you love to shew your parts.
Julia. I am ready enough to betray my Imperfections, you should not ask me twice, but I have got such a Cold, and am so stuff'd at my Stomack, I can hardly fetch my Breath; but Lettice here is in good Condition, sound Wind and Limb, and fit for Service.
Lettice. Your Servant Madam, I am willing to accept the offer to oblige you, and so much good Company as I see here together, and wish I could do better.
Sir Peter. Come begin, we are no Criticks in these matters: I am for an old Song thou knowest.
SONG.
I. [Lettice sings.
Phillis for shame,
let us improve a Thousand several ways
These few short
minutes snatch'd by Love from many tedious days;
Whilst you want Courage to despise the Censures of the Grave,
For all the Tyrants in your Eyes, your Heart is but a Slave.
2.
My Love is full of noble pride,
And never will submit
To let that Fop Discretion,
ride
In Triumph over Wit.
3.
False Friends I have as well as you,
Who daily
Counsel me,
Fame and Ambition to pursue,
And leave off loving thee.
4.
When
I the least belief bestow
On what such Fools advise,
May I be dull enough to grow
Most miserably wise.
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First line: Since we poor slavish women know
Source Edition: The Contented Cuckold: or, The Womans Advocate (1692), 5.1, pp.44-5.
First performed: 1691-2? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 446:24
Author: Reuben Bourne
Composer: John Banister (nwc)
Lyrics: William Wycherley
Source/s of Music: See WWTGDM2
Text of song:
Enter Julia, and after her Lettice singing.
<1.>
Since we poor slavish Women know,
Our men we
cannot pick and chuse,
To him we love why say him no,
And both our time and labour lose:
By our put-off's
and fond delays
A lovers Appetite we pall,
And if too long the Gallant stays,
His Stomach's
gone for good and all.
2.
Or
our impatient Amorous Guest,
Unknown to us away may steal,
And rather than stay for a Feast,
Take up with
some course homely Meal:
When Opportunity is kind,
Let prudent Women be so too;
And if the Man be
to your mind,
Be sure she do not let him go.
3.
The Match soon made is happiest still,
For Love has only there to do;
Let no one marry
'gainst Her will,
But stand off when her Parents
woo:
And to the Suitor be not Coy,
For she
whom Joynture can obtain,
To let a Fop her Bed enjoy,
Is but a lawful Wench for Gain.
<NOTE: Some of the lyrics differ slightly from Wycherley's original>.
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First line: You say my love is but a man
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 2.3, sig.[D3v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tra. Sweetheart, can you dissemble your sorrow with a Song, to pass a little time? Ile downe and sift out the subtlety of this deceit.
An. There is no Government vnder the Sun, like the Politick Government of a Bawdy-house.
She sings above.
SONG.
You say
my Loue is but a Man,
But I can find more odds.
Twixt him and others then I can,
Find between him
and Gods.
He has in's eye
Such Maiesty.
His shape is so divine.
That were I owner of the
world,
He only should be mine.
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First line: Nor love nor fate dare I accuse
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 2.6, sig.[E3r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Composer: R.Simson?
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.297, n.2360 [Music] Quadratum Musicum, 1687, p.6. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Musick. The Masquers Enter...Before the Daunce, Constance sings this Song.
SONG.
Nor
Love, nor Fate dare I accuse,
For that my Love did me
refuse;
But oh mine own unworthiness,
That
durst presume so mickle bliss.
It was too much for me
to love
A Man, so like the gods above;
An
Angels shape, a Saint-like voice,
Are to Diuine for Humane
choice.
Oh had I wishly giv'n my heart,
For to have lov'd him but in part;
Sought only
to enjoy his face,
Or any one peculiar Grace
Of Foot, of Hand, of Lip, or Eye,
I might haue liv'd
where now I dye.
But I presuming all to choose,
Am now condemned all to loose.
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First line: A bonny bonny bird I had
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 3.4, sig.[F3r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Con. What mun I do than? Shall I ever get him by singing trow yee? In troth I would never but sing, if I thought that were the gainest way.
Tra. I had rather hear you sing though, then see you weep.
Con. It must bee of my Loue than, my Sparrow as I told you. And thus it goes.
SONG.
A bonny bonny Bird I had
A bird that was my Marrow:
A bird whose pastime
made me glad,
And Phillip 'twas my Sparrow.
A pretty Play-fere: Chirp it would,
And hop, and
fly to fist,
Keep cut, as 'twere a Usurers Gold,
And bill me when I list.
Phillip, Phillip, Phillip
it cryes
But hee is fled and my joy dyes.
But were my Phillip com'd again,
I would not change
my Love
For Juno's bird with gaudy train,
Nor yet for Venus Dove.
Nay, would my Phillip come again,
I would not change my state,
For his great Name
sakes wealth of Spain,
To be anothers Mate.
Phillip Phillip, &c.
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First line: But he is gone alas he's gone
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 3.2, sig.[F3v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Con. <...>
sing.
But he is geane, alas hee's geane, and all too late
I sorrow:
For I shall never be well again, till yesterday
be to morrow.
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First line: I wo' not go to't nor I mun not goe to't
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 3.2, sig.G[1r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sing.
Con. I wo' not go to't,
nor I mun not go to't,
For love, nor yet for fee:
For I am a Maid, and will be a Maid,
And a good
one till I dye.
Yet mine intent, I could repent, for
ane mans company.
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First line: Mun toot mun toot muntara ra ra muntara ra ra ra ree
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 3.2, sig.[G1v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sing.
Con. Mun toot Mun toot, Muntara
ra ra Muntara ra ra ra ree,
And ever I sigh and cry alack
for Philips love I dye.
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First line: He that marries a scold a scold
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 3.3, sig.[G2v-G3r].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
How. Sir, there's Master Walter can sing it Rarelie.
Luc. So he shall sir, and so will all; but you must put us in. Begin.
How. Hey downe downe, &c. sing.
Wid. Sister, wife, and all, is a present nothing to this. Come round Gentlemen; keep her but off, and let me alone.
They all take hands, and dance round. Widgine in the midst sings this Song...
Song.
Wid. He that marries a Scold, a Scold,
He has
most cause to be merry,
For when she's in her fits,
he may cherish his wits
By singing hey down derry.
All.---Hey down down derry down down down, &c.
<This song is continued eight lines later, as follows>
Wid. He that marries a merry Lass,
He has most
cause to be sad:
For let her go free in her merry tricks,
she
Will work his Patience mad.
But he that
marries a Scold a Scold, &c.
He that weds with
a Roaring Girle,
That will both scratch and bite;
Though he study all day to make her away,
Will
be glad to please her at night.
And he that copes with
a sullen Wench,
That scarce will speak at all.
Her doggedness more than a Scold or a Whore,
Will
perpetrate his Gall.
All. Hey down down, &c.
<Wid.> He that's match'd with a Turtle
Dove,
That has no spleen about her,
Shall
waste so much life in the love of his Wife,
He were better
be without her.
But he that marries a Scold, a Scold,
&c. ...Ex. singing.
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First line: Peace wayward bairn O cease thy moan
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 4.4, sig.[H3r-H3v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wid. <...> Harke she sings.
Song.
Peace wayward Barn; O cease thy mone:
Thy far
more wayward Daddy's gone:
And never will recalled
be
By cryes of either thee, or me:
For should
we cry,
until we dye,
We could not scant
his cruelty.
Ballow, Ballow, &c.
He needs might in himself foresee,
VVhat thou successively
might'st be;
And could he then, (though me forego)
His Infant leave, ere he did know,
How like the
Dad
would be the Lad,
In time, to make fond
Maidens glad?
Ballow, ballow, &c.
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First line: Marry me marry me quoth the bonny lass
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 4.4, sig.[H3v].
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sing.
Hol. Marry me, marry me, quoth the bonny Lass: and when will you begin.
Wid. As for thy Wedding Lass wee'll doe well enough, in spight o' the best o' thy Kin.
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First line: As I was gathering April's flowers
Source Edition: The Northern Lasse (1632), 4.4, sig.[H4r]
First performed: revived by King's Company, 4 April 1662 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 837:1 (1663)
Author: Richard Brome
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hol. <...> you shall hear me sing before you go.
Anv. What an Owsel 'tis! she means he shall marrie her for a Song. Birladie a competent modern portion.
Song.
Hol. As I was gathering April's
flowers,
He streight let fall one of his showers;
Which drave me to an Arbor.
Twere better I my Lap
had fill'd,
Although the wet my Cloaths had spill'd,
Then to ha' found that harbor;
For there a
subtile Serpent was,
Close lying, lurking in the Grass.
And there while harmeless thinking I,
Still
watching when the showre would dye,
Lay listning to a
Bird,
That singing sate upon the Bower,
Her
Noats unto the falling showre,
the Snake beneath me stir'd;
And with his sting gave me a Clap,
That swole my
Belly, not my Lap.
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First line: You that here a lover lye
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Zoroastres (1675-6?), 1.1, p.647.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Two spirits in shapes of woemen clad all in white, with Wands, fly down, and stand before Daemolgoron, singing, who all ye while lays asleep on a Couch.
Song.
1st Spir. You that here a Lover lye
Shall never
a trew Lover dye,
But shall change, and like ye wind
Love ev'ry one that will bee Kind.
Chorus.
Come then, o Cupid, show thy pow'r
Uppon one that
changes in an Hour.
2d Spir. Why should not ye
Flames of love
Prove as strong as those of Jove?
For 'tis a greater sin, they say,
Not for to
love, than not to pray.
Chorus. Come then, o Cupid, show
thy pow'r
Uppon one that changes in an Hour.
Cupid appears above, brandishing a dart; ye 2 spirits fly up to him. And on a sudden ye stage darkens, and ye cave and grove vanish. Daemolgoron, as one amazed, rises and speaks.
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First line: Stand off vain wretched gaudy thing
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 1.2, p.650.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A soft air is play'd. Hee sings.
Song.
1.
Man. Stand
off, vain, wretched, gaudy thing:
I hate your willing
Faces.
Noe more shall you mee careless bring,
Noe, not with your dear Embraces.
That man's a fool,
who's mock'd, yet loves again.
The Leading'st
Fop you have, wont doe ye same.
2.
Woeman.
You cannot fool, you cannot leave mee.
Look up and veiw
my Burning Eyes.
Then see you, slave, if you can rise?
You cannot fool, you cannot leave mee.
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First line: How sweet is revenge to our godship above
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 2.1, p.656.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hee sings this song when hee goes round Oroandes.
Song.
Cupid. How
sweet is Revenge to our Godship above,
To those that
bee stubborn, and Rebels to Love!
Poor Mortals of Beauty
shall stand in such awe,
That what is their Pleasure
shall hence bee their Law.
Chorus of Spirits. May they
perish by disdain
And ne're bee lov'd again,
All they which scorn your flame.
Cupid.
Let jealousey his Companion bee.
When hee too does sob,
and cry
And at ye feet of's Mistress lye,
Let him nere regain his Liberty.
For Mortalls of Beauty
shall stand in such awe
That what is their pleasure shall
hence bee their Law.
Chorus of Spirits. They shall perish
by disdain
And nere bee, etc.
They all fly upp singing <...>
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First line: Fierce war fierce war is a coming
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 2.3, pp.666-7.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Tune (if traditional): A Martial tune
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Martial tune is playd <...> divers Preists who two and two cross ye stage, and close in a round, and sing.
Song.
1.
Feirce war,
feirce war is a coming.
The Enemy already is running.
Then ha! gallant boys!
Why should wee care for
love toys?
Feirce war, feirce war is a coming.
Chorus. When Monarks dye, and kingdomes fall,
'Tis
time to have a care of all.
2.
Proud
Persia is decreed
By our arms to bleed.
All
her Nobles shall bee found
Panting on ye blushing ground,
In their Purples rolling round.
Dreadfull things
ye gods intend
And for a sign loud thunder send.
Chorus. When monarks dye, and kingdomes fall,
'Tis
time to have a care of all. [Exeunt.
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First line: From Oresmades ye great
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 3.3, p.680.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<...> ye Heavens open, from which a spirit descends, and sings.
Song.
1.
From Oresmades ye Great
And from Alha, lord of fate,
To you, bright Beauty, am
I come
To tell you your approaching doom.
For Venus is angry, who rules all above,
And swears you
shall dye, because you'le not love.
2.
For your fate then doe prepare,
And I'le
guide you through ye air.
Without directions Heav'n
to find
I'me sure is hard to woeman-kind.
Prepare then yourself; I'le bee within call.
Methinks
it is hard, but Beauty must fall.
Hee flys up singing. Soft Musick is heard all ye time <...>
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First line: Unhappy prince who here must stay
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 4.2.43ff, pp.685-6.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
They all dance round him and sing.
Song.
1st Spir. Unhappy Prince! who here
must stay,
Till our great King is call'd away,
And that shall bee before ye sun
Six times about
ye world has run.
Chorus. With Patience then wait till
ye clouds rent asunder.
There's nothing can wake
your sleep but loud thunder
[The savages all descend.
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First line: Let us go let us go to ye hollow tree
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 4.5, p.691.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The spirits all vanish singing:
Let us goe, let us goe to ye hollow Tree [Shaking their
heads at ye King.
And there rejoice, for wee are free,
As you, as you shall see. [They vanish.
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First line: Awake awake your fate draws near
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 5.2, pp.696-7.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Severall Furys and spirits arise, and dance round ye throne, shaking their torches at him, and singing.
Song.
1.
Awake! Awake!
your Fate draws near.
Cruell Murder does appear
And brings up all ye Bloody Rear.
2.
Your crimes all open lye Above.
Conscience does
a witness prove,
And you are damn'd for Lust, not
Love.
Cho. The Gods you doe see are greater than
you,
And can when they please, a Monark subdue.
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First line: It is not greatness can defend
Source Edition: Zoroastres (1676), 5.2, pp.696-7.
First performed: 1675-6? (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: Not on microfilm
Author: Roger Boyle, Earl of Orrery
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
1.
It is not greatness can defend
Nor Longer Life
to Mortalls lend;
It's Virtue only is ye Freind.
2.
The grave, which always rest does
give,
Rest! which wee cannot have and live,
To you denys her common Right,
For you'le be dead,
and Plagu'd to Night.
3.
Hark!
Hark! I hear them howl below
And see them skipping too
and Froe.
Come then, o Furys, let's Away!
And take Eternall leave of Day.
Cho. Then, Monark,
rise up, And bee not uncivill.
You are not ye first has
gon to ye Devill.
(Spoken) Hail, Mighty Gods! now open all your store <...>
[They all descend, pulling ye King down with them, ye Heavens Raining fire uppon them, and all ye while they are singing, severall spirits fly cross.
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First line: Welcome scholar whose desire
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 1.2, p.3.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
Welcome, Scholar, whose Desire,
<s/d>One sings in the musick room.
Kindled
with Celestial Fire,
Prompts thee to a Pious Motion
In quest of sublime Devotion.
And points with Pyramidal
Love
(Flame-like) to the things above.
Leave
thy Body where thou art:
Enter thy Spiritual Part.
Then shalt thou be install'd Angelical <s/d>These
4 Verses are the Burden,
Above thy mortal self, Seraphical.
<s/d> and sung by many together.
After,
the Vertues here, compos'd into a Ring,
Shall all
encircle thee, and to thy Laurels sing.
First,
Fear layes thee in the dust,
And presents a Power just:
Which awes, and commands thy Soul
Not to act without
controul:
Bends thee to a Law that binds,
And a chiding Conscience finds,
If ought b' indirect:
and so
Humbles thee thy self to know.
Then
shalt thou be---
After, the Vertues---
Innocency
stamps thee good,
Checks the Sallies of thy Blood:
Signes thee moral; and refers
Thee to him that
never errs,
Moving him to recommend
Thee
to the sublimest End.
And the Meanes in their Degrees,
As he most expedient sees.
Then shalt thou be---
After, the Vertues---
Simplicity states
thee pure
From false-dealing, and the lure
Of base Lucre, singles Tongue,
Gesture, Forehead, Hands
from wrong.
Tutours <?> thy Life; guards
all free
From taint of Hypocrisie:
Renders
all thy doings even,
Clean as Flower untouch't of
Leven.
Then shalt thou be---
After, the Vertues---
Knowledge doth adorn and clear
The Soul in
her highest Sphear:
Brings high things near to our sight,
Sets the darkest things in light;
Solves doubts,
and removes offences,
Our greatest of Goods commences:
Teaches us what should be done
To end where we
first begun.
Then shalt thou be---
After,
the Vertues---
Prudence, salt-like, seasons Life,
Parting, as the Surgeons Knife,
Sound and unsound:
holds the Reins
Of Vertues: holds Vice in chains.
To Practicks allowance brings,
Prescribes manner,
measure, things.
Enter then, as you desire.
Tow'rds the Queen your Thoughts admire.
Then shalt
thou be---
After, the Vertues--- Exeunt.
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First line: Scholar although you do depart
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 2.1, p.11.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song.
Scholar: although you do depart,
One sings.
Cary us with you in your heart
For after practise: Have a care
That you remember who
you are,
What you have learn'd, and how you may
Stand ever stedfast in the way,
Which we have taught:
Those gradual stairs
Well practis'd, will adorn your
hairs
When white with Age, and bring your head
With solace to your earthy Bed.
Then will the joyful
Angels <s/d> Three sing, one after another
Then will the joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels
meet you <s/d> They joyn voices.
And with their Song of triumph greet you.
Then will the
joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels
Then will the joyful Angels
say
Welcome t'
our endless Holyday.
Snares will be laid on every
side:
Be sure that Prudence be your guide
In all your motions. Look before
You place your foot
on any shore.
In every place the Net is near:
It will be needful that you fear.
In every place Hypocrisie
Seeming far off, is then most nigh
In real Truth.
By a right line
You shall attain to things Divine.
Then will the joyful Angels---
The real
Good must first be known,
Then the apparent to disown
Evil compleatly, and assent
To Vertues crown us
innocent
In perfect Morals. When you spie
The first approaches of a Lie,
Step back, then flie for
Vertues sake,
As if y' had trod upon a Snake.
Go on with Courage: and your youth,
As with a Gemme,
enrich with Truth.
Then will the joyful Angels---
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First line: In eighty eight mark well my song
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 3.3, p.24.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Note this song is very similar in structure to the song 'Upon the Spanish Invasion in Eighty eight' in Choyce Drollery, 1656, pp.38-9 (UMI(2) 486:19). Although the lyrics differ they seem to be of a standard.
Text of song:
The Singing Cobler in his Shop at work. He Sings.
Cobl. In eighty eight (mark well my
Song,)
The Spaniards were so bold a,
They
came with an Armada strong,
To kill both young and old
a,
They brought their Swords, Guns, Pikes, and whips,
To make us all confess a,
Our hidden Gold, to load
their Ships,
Then kill us nevertheless a,
Take heed, poor Spaniards, stay and muse,
The water's
not your Friend a,
Ye will be used as ye use,
If you with us contend a:
This failing, Jesuits
laid a Plot,
To blow up Parliament a,
A thing
can never be forgot,
That was so bloodily meant a,
They thought to roast us all alive,
And send us
t' Heaven flying a:
But we it seems do them survive
Here miserably dying a:
Take heed, porr Jesuits,
stay and msue,
The Fire is not your Friend a,
Ye will be used as ye use,
If you with us contend a:
At length all Priests become so rude,
So fraught
with Spirit and life a,
That they mix with the multitude,
And blow the Coals of strife a:
They babble in
the Conventicle,
And Quake it in the Field a:
To make the minds of men so fickle,
Resign to them and
yield a:
Take heed, poor Priestlings, stay and muse,
The Field is not your Friend a,
Ye will be used
as ye use,
If you with us contend a.
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First line: The English monks are merry men
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 3.3, pp.24-5.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie.
Text of song:
Lucifer. The English Monks are merry men, He sings.
They drink till they are dry a,
They laugh at the
poor women then
that gave them Charity a:
The Pursevant passes with a Constable.
They are so
drunk they cannot say,
Their Vespers in the Quire a;
So drunk they cannot find the way,
From Dinner
to the Fire a:
Ye Monks forsooth, reform your lives,
And now more sober grow'd;
Leave Cups of crimson,
and mens wives.
And let the Maidens go a:
Good
Father Elpheg was so drunk,
He could not find his Bed
a,
Beneath his Bedsted there he sunk,
There
lay all night and bled a:
Peer Boniface strong water
sups,
Three or four times a day a,
Until
h' as often in his Cups
Be carried drunk away a:
Ye Monks forsooth---
These Monks ambitious
to be rich,
Do silver falsifie a,
How ill
becomes this covetous Itch
Those that vow Poverty a?
In publick they look like their Sables
They meditate
all kneeling a:
In private, play at Cards and Tables,
Fight, curse, swear, and go reeling a:
Ye Monks
forsooth---
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First line: In stramineo & pulvereo cumulo
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 4.3, pp.39-40.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Arist. <...>I have made and recorded in my memory a Latin Epistle, which I will commend to paper, and perhaps devote to the Presse, if ever good Heaven indulge freedom to me. In this Epistle there is a Latin Hymn: My fancy sings it oftentimes to me. I wish for symmetry-sake, and because it contains my sad story, that some propitious and unseen mouth might sing it, reprive and act the part of my fancy, whilest I intend a little to slumbering.
SONG.
In stramineo & pulvereo
Cumulo
Hic jaceo sine tegmine aut Tumulo:
Oblatus Morti, somno vix aut ne vix devotus,
Relatus
Morti, Mortuique instar firme totus.
Sepulchrum pulchrum
vere putans,
Et nec id moribus refutans.
Re, ore, non sane plane idem,
More, Amore qui fui pridem.
Christo, non vero Satanae dicandus,
Huc trador,
spero, sordibus purgandus.
Una in occasum Vergens, oriensque;
Nascens, & simul denascens, moriensque.
Ut aegrotus, frigens, dolens:
Ut Cadaver, rigens, olens.
Vi ablatus, & vi delatus:
Vi Mortis Portia
alligatus.
Vagari liberum non est Menti,
Ne Corpus desit revertenti.
Pulso Scabello, fluens, fruens
Augustis Throni Bonis, Donis.
Non flens ipse, video
in Scala
Mentes deflentes mea Mala.
Me fluente,
confluunt gaudentes,
Descendentes & ascendentes.
Sublatus in Coelum, eo liber eo,
Liber in eo cum
Deo-versor meo.
Ignobilis per Somnia, pariensque deformia:
Immobilis ad omnia, patiensque enormia.
Et nunc
velut elatus, vermibusque rite datus,
Cum Vivendi peritis
Primitivis Eremitis.
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First line: Farewell vain pleasures and short lasting joys farewell
Source Edition: The Pragmatical Jesuit New Leavened (1661), 5.2, pp.54-6.
First performed: probably unacted (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 448:16
Author: Richard Carpenter
Source/s of Music: Not in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lucifer. <...> My little Cozen, pleasure us now with a Song, and you bind us over to kiss your hands. (She Sings.) As much to the purpose as you can.
Farewell
Vain pleasures, and short lasting joyes farewell,
The sacred Bell
Calls to repaire unto the holy Place.
The Peace
Of quiet Conscience gives a full release
From Care. Then cease
To love the Things, have
nothing but a face.
Hear how
The blessed
Angels sing, and us invite
To their desire.
The Birds are here, yea, very near,
And call us to the
Quire
For if
We are estranged from these
earthly Things,
Our Hearts will rise,
Our
Hands
Will also move and raise our Love
Above
the starry Skies.
All Things are fading here, ev'n
as the Flower,
In one short hower.
And glide
away: but Heaven doth not so.
There look:
There read as in a golden-letter'd Book,
How you
mistook,
And did misconster all the Things below
You know.
Then better mind your lessen here on
earth,
That you may see,
How vain they are,
who only care
For this mortality.
And now
Examine all your Actions from your Birth,
With
joy, with grief:
It is a Heart, that feels some smart,
Which farther seeks relief.
Hence Cares.
Go search into the Secrets of Affairs:
No man more
shares
Of Heav'n and Things above the Firmament,
Than those
Who so themselves within themselves
enclose,
As the Chast Rose:
Blushing outright
ev'n when no ill is meant,
Or said;
Fearing
to be beheld in open Air:
And therefore shut
Abroad all sin; themselves within,
As Kernel in the Nut.
And thus,
Such souls and Heav'n aspiring people
are
And ev'r will be,
Like Pearls in
Shels: in Churches Bels.
Be heard, not seen, or see.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Damesoiselles a la Mode (1667), 3.3, p.60.
First performed: "written for performance in November 1666" and revived 14 September 1668 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 67:24
Author: Richard Flecknoe (adaptation of Moliere's Les Precieuses ridicules]
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mas. You shall, but you must consider 't is a la Cavalier, hem, hem, ah, ha!&c.
He sings hoarcely and ridiculously with all the Grimaces of an affected Singer.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Emilia (1672), 2.2, p.20
First performed: 1671-2 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 737:5
Author: Anonymous ( Richard Flecknoe, according to Danchin)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A Song above...
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First line: Io triumph Io triumph
Source Edition: Emilia (1672), 2.6, pp.35-6.
First performed: 1671-2 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 737:5
Author: Anonymous ( Richard Flecknoe, according to Danchin)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Here the Anticks dance...the Chorus singing, answered by Victory.
Chr. Io Triumphe, Io Triumphe, etc.
Vict. Victoria, Victoria.
And joy th'fair Emilia,
Whose noble Lord has
overcome,
And now in Triumph's coming home.
Never did any, more than he,
Deserve the Crown
of Victory.
Victoria, Victoria, etc.
Chr.
Io Triumphe, Io Triumphe, etc.
Vict. Victoria,
Victoria,
And joy th'fair Emilia.
Micena
now will scarce have place
To hold the Trophies, that
he has
And's glorious Actions to proclaim.
Wou'd weary all the Tongues of Fame.
Victoria,
Victoria,
And joy th'fair Emilia.
Chr.
Victoria, Victoria, etc.
Io Triumphe, Io Triumphe, etc.
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First line: O powerful law which heaven or nature
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 1.5, pp.42ff.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
O powerfull Law! which Heaven
or Nature,
Writ in the Heart of every Creature.
Whose amiable violence,
And pleasing rapture of
the sense
Doth byas all things to that good
Which we desire not understood.
Nor the exteriour bark
alone
Subject to th'sense of every one,
Whose frail materials quickly must
Resolve again into
their dust;
But the hid seeds and inward cause,
Whose substance is eternall, moves and draws.
And
if the ever-teeming world bring forth
So many things
of admirable worth,
If whatsoever Heaven's great
eyes
The Sun and Moon, or his small spies
The Starres behold, doth own a soul
Whose active pow'r
informs the whole;
If thence all humane seed have birth,
All plants and Animals; if th'earth
Be green,
or on her wrinckled brow it snows,
From that immortall
and pure Spring it slows.
Nor this alone: On mortall
Crown
What-ever restlesse Spheers rowl down;
Whence all our actions guided are
By a happy or unhappy
Starre;
Whence our frail lives their Qu receive
This Stage to enter, and to leave.
What-ever thwarts,
what-ever stils
Our froward, and our childish wils
(Which seeming to be Fortune's Play
To give,
and take our things away,
The world ascribes to her)
hath All
From that high vertue its originall.
Soul of the World: if it were thou didst say
Arcadia should have rest and peace one day,
And like
a snake renew her youth,
What man dares question so divine
a truth?
If what the famous Oracle
Of two
whom Fate should couple did foretell,
It spake but as
thy mouth, if fixt it be
In the eternall depth of thy
Decree,
And if the Tripods do not falshoods vent,
Ah! who retards thy wils accomplishment?
Behold,
a scornfull boy, a foe
To Love and Beauty: Hee (although
Extract from Heav'n) with Heav'n contends!
Behold another youth offends
In love as much, (in vain
deserving
To be preferr'd for humbly serving)
And with his flame thwarts thy Decree!
And the
lesse hope he hath to see
His service and his true loves
hire,
The cleerer burns his faith and fire;
And be now for that Beauty dyes,
Which t'other (whom
'tis kept for) doth despise.
Is Jove divided
then about his doom?
Hath doubtfull Fate twins strugling
in her womb?
Or doth man's mountain-hope, unleveld
yet,
New impious Giants in rebellion set
On both sides to assault the Towr of Jove,
By loving,
and by shunning Love?
Have we such strength? and ore
the Powrs above
Shall two blind Powrs triumph, Disdain,
and Love?
But thou high Mover of the Orb, that
rid'st
The Starrs and Fate, and with thy Wisdom guid'st
Their course, look down upon our tott'ring State,
And reconcile Disdain and Love with Fate.
That
ice, this flame, thaw, quench with heavenly dew,
Make
one not flye, another not pursue.
Ah! let not two mens
obstinacy stand
Betwixt thy promis'd mercy and a
Land.
And yet who knowes? what we imagine is
Our greatest crosse, may prove our greatest blisse.
"If
on the Sunne no humane eye can gaze,
"Who then can
pierce into Jove's hidden wayes?
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First line: Ah 'twas a grievous fault in her (the cause
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 2.6, pp.79ff.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
Ah! 'Twas a grievous fault
in her (the Cause
Of all our sorrows) who, the sacred
Lawes
Of Love offending, by her breach of troth,
Kindled against this Land the mortall wrath
Of
the immortall Gods, which not a Flood
Of generall tears,
nor so much guiltlesse blood
"Can quench yet or abate;
so high a price
"Unspotted Faith (Expeller of all
vice,
"And most undoubted Argument to prove
"A mind descended nobly) bears above.
"And
such a care to plant love in his creature
"(By which
we defie our humane Nature)
"Hath
the eternall Lover. O those blind
Mistaken mortals, who
addict their mind
To wealth, (for which affection's
basely sold)
Watching the carcasse of their coffin'd
gold,
Like a pale ghost that walks about his grave!
Or why should beauty our free hearts enslave?
"These
are dead loves; the living and divine
"Is where two
souls by vertue do combine.
"No outward object can
with reason move
"The heart to love it, 'cause
it cannot love:
"Onely the soul, 'cause that
can love again,
"Deserves a Love, deserves a Lovers
pain.
Well may that kisse be sweet that's
giv'n t'a sleek
And fragrant rose of a vermilion
cheek;
And understanding tasters (as are true
And happy Lovers) will commend that too.
'Tis a dead
kisse, say I, and must be poor,
Which the place kist
hath no means to restore.
But the sweet ecchoing, and
the Dove-like billing
Of two encountring Mouthes, when
both are willing;
And when at once both Loves advance
their bows,
Their shafts drawn home, at once sound at
the loose,
(How sweet is such Revenge!) This is true kissing,
Where there is one for t'other without missing
A minute of the time, or taking more
Then that which
in the taking they restore.
Where by an interchange of
amorous blisses
At the same time they sow and gather
kisses.
Kisse a red swelling lip, then kisse a wrist,
A brest, a forehead, or what else thou list,
No
part of a fair Nymph so just will be,
Except the lip,
to pay this kisse to thee.
Thither your souls come sallying
forth, and they
Kisse too, and by the wandring pow'rs
convey
Life into smacking Rubies, and transfuse
Into the live and sprightly kisse their use
Of
reason; so that yee discourse together
In kisses, which
with little noyse deliver
Much matter; and sweet secrets,
which hee spels,
Who is a Lover; Gibbrish to all else.
Like life, like mutuall joy they feel, where Love
With equall flames as with two wings doth move.
"And
as where lips kisse lips is the best Kisse:
"So where
one's lov'd, to love, best loving is.
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First line: Well blind archer since thou still
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 3.2, pp.85-6.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cho. Well, blind Archer, since thou still
Urgest
me to play, I will.
Now I clap thy shoulder hard:
Now I fly unto my guard:
Strike, and run, and strike
again,
And thou wheel'st about in vain.
Now I pinch thee, now remove:
And have at thee now blind
Love.
Yet thou canst not light on me;
Why?
because my heart is free.
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First line: A free heart makes a nimble heel
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 3.2, p.86.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cho. "A free heart makes a nimble heel.
Ah traitour! dost thou tempt me still
With thy flattering
false delight?
Thus then I renew the fight.
Slash, and fly, and turn, and shove;
And about again
blind Love:
Yet thou canst not light on me;
Why? because my heart is free.
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First line: That triumphant god survey
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 3.2, pp.87-8.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chor. That triumphant God survey,
To whom amorous
mortals pay
Impious tribute! See him snaffeld!
See him laught at! See him baffeld!
As a hooded
Hawke or Owle
With light blinded, when the fowle
With their Armies flock about her,
Some to beat,
and some to flout her;
She in vain doth rowze and peck
This and that way with her beak:
So we baffle and
deride
Thee (blind Love) on ev'ry side.
One doth pinch thy elbow black;
T'other has thee
by the back;
And thy baiting does no good,
Nor thy pecking through thy hood,
Nor thy stretching
out thy clawes.
"But sweet meats have sowr sawce.
"Birds are caught by playing thus:
"So
do Nymphs grow amorous.
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First line: O love how potent and how great thou art
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 3.9, pp.121ff.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
O love! how potent and how great
thou art!
Wonder of nature and the world! What heart
So dull, as not to feel thy pow'r? What wit
So deep and piercing, as to fathom it?
Who knows thy
hot lascivious fires; will say,
Infernall spirit, thou
dost live and sway
In the corporeall part. But who so
knowes
How thou dost men to vertuous things dispose,
And how the dying flame of loose desires
Looks
pale, and trembles at thy chaster fires;
Will say, Immortall
God, i'th'soul alone
Thou hast established thy
sacred Throne.
"Rare Monster! wonderfully got betwixt
"Desire and Reason; an affection mixt
"Of
sense and intellect: With knowing wilde:
"With seeing
blinde: A God, and yet a childe:
And (such) thou sway'st
the Earth and Heaven too;
On which thou tread'st
as we on t'other do.
Yet (by thy leave) a greater
miracle,
A mightier thing then thou art I can tell.
For all thou do'st (that may our wonder claim)
Thou dost by vertue of a womans name.
Woman! the gift
of heav'n; or of him rather
Who made thee fairer,
being of both the Father,
Wherein is Heav'n so beautifull
as thou?
That rowls one goggle eye in its vast brow
(Like a grim Cyclop) not a lamp of light,
But cause
of blindnesse and Cymerian night
To the bold gazer: if
that speak, it is
A thundring voice; and if it sigh,
the hisse
Of earth-engendred windes. Thou, with the fair
Angel-like prospect of two Suns, which are
Serene
and visible, doest still the windes
And calm the Billows
of tempestuous mindes;
And Sound, Light, Motion, Beauty,
Majesty,
Make in thy face so sweet a harmony,
That heav'n (I mean this outward heav'n) must needs
Confesse thy form the form of that exceeds:
Since
beauty that is dead lesse noble is
Then that which lives,
and is a place of blisse.
With reason therefore man (that
gallant creature,
That lords it over all the works of
Nature)
To thee as Lady Paramount payes duty,
Acknowleding in thine, thy Makers beauty.
And if hee
Triumphs gain, and Thrones inherit,
It is not because
thou hast lesse of merit;
But for thy glory: since a
greater thing
It is to conquer, then to be a King.
But that thy conqu'ring beauty doth subdue
Not onely man, but ev'n his Reason too,
If any doubt,
hee in Mirtillo hath
A miracle that may constrain his
faith.
This wanted (Woman) to thy pow'r before
To make us love when we can hope no more.
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First line: O glorious youth true child of Hercules
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 4.6, pp.145ff.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus of Huntsmen, Shepherds, with Silvio.
Ch.
Hun. O Glorious youth! true child of Hercules;
That kilst
so soon such monstrous beasts as these!
Ch. Sh.
O glorious youth! by whom lies slain and queld
This Erimanthian
Monster, (living) held
Invincible! Behold the horrid
head,
Which seems to breath death when it self is dead!
This is the famous Trophie, noble Toile
Of him
whom we our Demy-god do stile.
Extoll his great name
(Shepherds) and this day
Keep ever solemn, ever holyday.
Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth &c.
Ch.
Sh. O glorious youth! that do'st despise thine own
For others safeties. "Vertue climbes her Throne
"By
these steep stairs: and the high Gods have set
"Before
her Palace gates labour and sweat.
"He that would
land at joy must wade through woes:
"Nor by unprofitable
base repose
"Abhorring labour, but from gallant deeds
"And vertuous labour true repose proceeds.
Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth, &c.
Ch. Sh. O
glorious youth! by whom these Plains depriv'd
Of
tillage, and of tillers long, retriv'd
Their fruitfull
honours have. The plough-man now
Securely goes after
the lazie plough,
Sowes his plump seed, and from earth's
pregnant womb
Expects the wish'd fruits when the
season's come.
No more shall churlish tusk, or churlish
foot
Trample them down, or tear them up by th'root.
Nor shall they prosper so as to sustain
A beast,
to be their own, and others bane.
Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth! &c.
Cho. Shep. O glorious
youth! as if presaging thine,
The Have'n to day doth
in full glory shine.
Such peradventure was that famous
Boar
Alcides slew, yet so thy act is more;
It being (Silvio) thy first labour, as
Of thy great Ancestor
the third it was.
But with wilde Beasts thy infant valour
playes,
To kill worse monsters in thy riper dayes.
Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth! &c.
Cho.
Sh. O glorious youth! how well are joyn'd in thee
Valour and pietie! See Cynthia, see
Thy devout Silvio's
vow! behold with white
And crooked tusk, (as if in thy
despight)
The proud head arm'd on this side and on
that,
Seeming thy silver horns to emulate!
If then (O powerfull Goddesse) thou didst guide
The young
mans shaft, he is in justice tyde
To dedicate the Trophie
unto thee
By whom he did obtain the victorie.
Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth, true child of Hercules,
That kill'st so soon such monstrous beasts as these!
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First line: Fair golden age when milk was th'only food
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 4.9, pp.164ff.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
Fair golden Age! when milk was
th'onely food,
And cradle of the infant-world the
wood
(Rock'd by the windes); and th'untoucht flocks
did bear
Their deer young for themselves! None yet did
fear
The sword or poyson: no black thoughts begun
T'eclipse the light of the eternall Sun:
Nor
wandring Pines unto a forreign shore
Or War, or Riches,
(a worse mischief) bore.
That pompous sound, Idoll of
vanity,
Made up of Title, Pride, and Flattery,
Which they call Honour whom Ambition blindes,
Was
not as yet the Tyrant of our mindes.
But to buy reall
goods with honest toil
Amongst the woods and flocks,
to use no guile,
Was honour to those sober souls that
knew
No happinesse but what from vertue grew.
Then sports and carols amongst Brooks and Plains
Kindled
a lawfull flame in Nymphs and Swains.
Their hearts and
Tongues concurr'd, the kisse and joy
Which were most
sweet, and yet which least did cloy
Hymen bestow'd
on them. To one alone
The lively Roses of delight were
blown;
The theevish Lover found them shut on triall,
And fenc'd with prickles of a sharp denyall.
Were it in Cave or Wood, or purling Spring,
Husband and
Lover signifi'd one thing.
Base present age,
which dost with thy impure
Delights the beauty of the
soul obscure:
Teaching to nurse a Dropsie in the veins:
Bridling the look, but giv'st desire the reins.
Thus, like a net that spread and cover'd lies
With
leaves and tempting flowrs, thou dost disguise
With coy
and holy arts a wanton heart;
"Mak'st life a
Stage-play, vertue but a part:
"Nor thinkst it any
fault Love's sweets to steal,
"So from the world
thou canst the theft conceal.
But thou that art
the King of Kings, create
In us true honour: Vertue's
all the state
Great souls should keep. Unto these cels
return
Which were thy Court, but now thy absence mourn:
From their dead sleep with thy sharp goad awake
Them who, to follow their base wils, forsake
Thee, and
the glory of the ancient world.
"Let's hope:
our ills have truce till we are hurld
"From that:
Let's hope; the sun that's set may rise,
"And
with new light salute our longing eyes.
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First line: Sol's sister daughter of great Jupiter
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 5.4, p.181.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ch.Sh. Sol's Sister, Daughter of great Jupiter,
That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere
To the blind world!
Mont. Revengefull Goddesse,
who a private fault
With publick rod dost punish: (Thou
hast thought
Fit so to doe, and so in the Abysse
Of Providence eternall fixt it is)
Since faithlesse
Lucrin's tainted blood was thought
For thy nice Justice
too impure a draught:
Carouse the guiltlesse blood then
of this Swain,
By me now at thy Altar to be slain
A willing Sacrifice, and to his Lasse
As true a
Lover as Aminta was.
Ch.Sh. Sol's Sister,
Daughter of great Jupiter,
That shin'st a second
Sun in the first Sphere
To the blind world!
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First line: Holy Hymen hear our pray'r
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 5.9, p.210.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r
And our
Song! The Earth hath not
A more happy loving pair:
Both of them Divinely got;
Pull holy Hymen, pull
the destin'd knot.
<NOTE: This song is repeated four times to the end of the scene, and once in the following one (5.10, p.215)>.
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First line: O happy couple that hath sown in tears
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), 5.10, p.216.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
O happy couple! that hath sown
in Tears
And reaps in Comfort! What a foil your fears
Prove to your joyes! Blind Mortals, learn from hence,
Learn (yee effeminate) the difference
Betwixt true
goods and false. All is not joy
That tickles us: Nor
is all that annoy
That goes down bitter. "True joy
is a thing
"That springs from Vertue after suffering.
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First line: Farewell fair saint may not the sea[s] and wind
Source Edition: Il Pastor Fido, the Faithful Shepherd (1662), song not printed in play.
First performed: acted at Court? Spring (post 21 May?) 1662?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 598:17 (1664)
Author: Sir Richard Fanshawe
Composer: 1. Henry Lawes ( nwc); 2. William Lawes
Lyrics: H<enry?>. Cary
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.217, n.963 [Music] 1. Select Ayres and Dialogues... Second Book (1669), pp.7-8 (UMI(2) 286:22) et al. First appeared in Ayres and Dialogues, Part One (1653), pp.10-11 (not on micorfilm); 2. New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), pp.72-4 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Farewell, fair Saint! May not the Sea
and Wind
Swell like the Hearts and Eyes you leave behind;
But calm and gentle as the Looks you bear,
Smile
in your face, and whisper in your ear.
Let no bo'd
Billow offer to arise,
That it may never look upon your
Eyes;
Lest wind and wave, enamour'd of you form,
Should throng and crowd themselves into a Storm.
But if it be your Fate, vast Seas! to Love,
Of my becalmed breast learn how to move:
Move then but
in a gentler Lovers pace;
No surrows no no wrinkles in
your face:
And ye feirce winds, see that you tell your
tale
In such a breath as may but fill her Sail:
So whilest ye court her each your sev'ral way,
Ye may her safely to her Potr convey;
And lose but in
a noble way of Wooing,
Whilest both contribute to your
own undoing.
<NOTE: This song is ascribed to the play by Day and Murrie>.
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First line: Come and in this pleasant grove
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1664), 1.1, p.2.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter a Troop of Nymphs and Shepherds, singing and dancing hand in hand.
The Song.
Come,
and in this pleasant Grove,
Sacred to the Queen of Love,
Let our Voices and our Feet
In harmonious number
meet;
Thus we sing the year throughout,
And
merrily, merrily dance about.
Exeunt.
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First line: Prais'd be the deities above
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 1.1, pp.16-7.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Theotimus, Chorus of Musicians, and young Virgins, Polydor, Evander; Diophantes, Palemon, &c.
The Song sung by a Bass, Tenor, and Treble.
Chorus sings. Prais'd be the Deities above!
Ten. We love.
Bass. We lov'd.
Treb. And we shall love.
Cho. O ye blest immortal Powers!
Grant this happy Land of ours
1. Pure fires,
2. Pure fewel,
Cho. All things pure,
And that our flames may ever dure.
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First line: O fly then far
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 2.1, pp.29-30.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chor. sings. O fly then far
Glances that are
But outward signs, by which we finde
The inward
temper of the minde;
And rowling eyes do but betray
A heart that rowls as well as they.
<NOTE: Eleven lines of recited dialogue (not in italics) separate this from the next>
Chor. sings. O fly then far
Kisses that are
Like Bees that suck all sweetness
from ye;
Let 'um once but light upon you:
And womens lips with kissing us'd,
Will look but
just like Cherries bruis'd.
<NOTE: And ten more from the final chorus>
Chor.
sings. O fly then far
Touches that are
So
blasting, as the lightest touch
Will soon your fresher
beauties smutch <sic>;
And once but tainted
in your hue,
You well may bid the world adieu.
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First line: Divinest Love does all command
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 3.1, p.36.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Theotimus, Chorus of Musicians one way, Bellinda the other, brought in by Polydor, Pamphilus, &c.
Chorus sings.
Divinest Love does all command,
In fire and water, air and land;
And all with his commands
inspire
In land and water, air and fire.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 3.1, p.42.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Am. Then let us sing, that Eccho may
The sound
unto the Woods conveigh;
And after raising it more high,
The Woods conveigh it to the Sky;
That heaven and
earth may both partake
The Harmony your Voices make.
(Here the Nymphs sing.
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First line: Praised be Love does all command
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 4.1, p.51.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chor. sings.
Praised be Love does all
command
In fire and water, air, and land,
And all with his commands inspire
In land and water,
air and fire.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of RFLK4>.
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First line: Thus shall he ever honour'd be
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 5.1, pp.72-3.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus sings.
Thus shall he ever honour'd
be,
Who dyes for Love and Constancy;
And
thus be ever prais'd, who dyes
Love's Martyr,
and his Sacrifice.
<NOTE: Twelve lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise of the chorus>
Chorus sings.
Thus shall he ever honour'd
be,
Who dyes for Love and Constancy;
And
thus be ever prais'd, who dyes
Love's Martyr,
and his Sacrifice.
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First line: Oh oh oh oh [Never was there greater woe]
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 5.1, pp.74-5.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The. <...> Before her, and (the whilst they
go along)
The Chorus singing of her Funeral Song.
The Song, sung whilst the Nymphs put on their mourning Veils.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Never was there greater woe,
Let us all the habits borrow,
And the face of grief
and sorrow;
Who'd not spare a sigh nor tear
From all mishaps to spend it here!
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First line: So gentle Love does all command
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), 5.1, p.79.
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus sings.
So gentle Love does all
command
In fire and water, air and land,
And all with his commands inspire
In Land and water,
aire and fire.
<This is the second reprise of RFLK4>
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First line: Love and Death o'th' way once meeting
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), appended to the text, sig.[G1v].
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Filena's Song, of the commutation of Love's and Death's Darts. In the narrative Style.
Love
and Death o'th' way once meeting,
Having past
a friendly greeting:
Sleep their weary Eye-lids closing,
Lay them down themselves reposing.
Love whom divers
cares molested,
Could not sleep, but while Death rested,
All in haste away he postes him,
But his haste
full dearly costs him:
For it chanc't that going
to sleeping
Both did give their darts in keeping
Unto Night, who Errors mother,
Blindly knowing
not one from t'other,
Gave Love Death's, and
ne're perceiv'd it,
Whilst as blindely Love receiv'd
it;
Since which time their Darts confounding,
Love now kills instead of wounding:
Death our hearts
with sweetness filling,
Gently wounds instead of killing.
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First line: Celia weeps and those fair eyes
Source Edition: Love's Kingdom (1663), appended to the text, sig.[G2r].
First performed: Autumn? 1663 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 915:3
Author: Richard Flecknoe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Another Song.
Celia weeps, and those
fair eyes
Which sparkling Diamonds were before,
Whose precious brightness none could prize,
Dissolves
into a pearly showre.
Celia smiles, and straight
does render
Her fair Eyes Diamonds again,
Which after shine with greater splendor,
As the Sun does
after rain.
Now if the reason you would know,
Why Pearls and Diamonds fall and rise;
Their prices
just go high or low,
As they are worn in Celia's
Eyes.
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First line: Where Tagus crown'd with plumes of woods
Source Edition: Querer por Solo Querer: To Love only for Love Sake (1671), 1.1., pp.37-9.
First performed: 1670 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 603:19
Author: Richard Fanshawe
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Then the following Song, between the first and second Act.
I.
Where Tagus, Crown'd with plumes
of Woods,
(Now master of the field)
Makes
to his Chrystal Yoak the Floods
Of proud Harama yield.
II.
Beliza (Shepherdess on Earth)
The best that e're sway'd hook)
The day
of her Phileno's birth
Did like an Angel look.
III.
And a new Quire of Nimphs appears
To celebrate in Verse
(At least if Gods do count
their years)
His happy Anniverse.
CHORUS.
And in this Novelty,
With brave variety,
We all joyn as one;
For the better adorning
In the Western Levant the fair years of a Sun,
Which make all but one Morning.
IV.
Noe festive, and Majestical
Have lost, on Tagus's
shore,
The fear of being match'd at all,
The hope of being more.
V.
After
so much of Greatness shown;
And an applause not under,
Nothing will ever dare to own
The title of a Wonder.
VI.
For that Beliza's Name (the
stuff
Of everlasting story)
Alone is Festival
enough,
And hath to spare of Glory.
CHORUS.
And in this Novelty,
With sweet variety,
We all joyn as one;
For the better adorning
In a Western Levant the fair years of a Sun,
Which
make all but one Morning.
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First line: Not tho' I know he fondly lies
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters: or, The Violence of Love (1696), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cata. <...> Prithee let Melvia sing that Song
I gave thee,
For 'tis a Glass where I may see my
Folly.
SONG.
<Melvia.>
Not tho' I know he fondly lies
Prest in my Rival's
Arms,
Nor tho' my Friends with Tears advise
That I shou'd shun his Charms;
Nor one nor
t'other frees my Heart,
(Such Arts he does display)
Or can my longing Eyes divert
From gazing still
that way.
Tell me, ye Pow'rs, that rule our
Fate,
Why are we made so vain,
Most earnestly
to wish for that
We have least hope t'attain?
Or if attain'd, is but at best,
A Mine of rifl'd
Ore;
An empty Cabinet the Breast,
The Jewel
gone before.
Yet on I pass, and Reason's lore,
Take pleasure to Despise,
As if 'twere Prudence
to be Poor,
And Nonsence to be Wise:
O you
that do my Passion blame,
Did you the Shepherd see,
You'd either perish in the Flame,
Or cease
from warning me!
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First line: Caelia has a thousand charms
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters: or, The Violence of Love (1695), 2.1, p.14.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Bowen
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.192, n.511 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), pp.19-21 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.
Text of song:
Alon. <...> In the mean time, Boy, Sing the Song Amintor made, who us'd to say his Mistresses Vows were like Ropes of sand, onely more apt to break in the Twisting.
Boy Sings.
Caelia has a thousand Charms,
'Tis Heav'n to ly within her Arms!
While
I stand gazing on her Face,
Some new and some resistless
Grace
Fills with fresh Magick all the Place!
Love his Darts around her throwing,
Her Breath Arabian
Perfume blowing,
And Venus was not half so knowing.
But while the Nymph we thus adore,
We shou'd
our Wretched Fate deplore;
For O Mirtillo! have a Care,
Her sweetness is above compare,
But then she is
more false than fair:
Her chief delight is in undoing,
And we run down so steep to Ruin,
There is no stopping
when w'are going.
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First line: To me y'ave made a thousand vows
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters: or, The Violence of Love (1695), 2.1, pp.18-9.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.358, n.3430 [Music] Blow, John, Amphion Anglicus (1700), pp.137-45 (UMI(2) 123:5).
Text of song:
Sebast. Still Melancholy? not a word to spare us?
Sit down, come, we'l endeavour to divert you. [They all
Sit.
[An Antick by Forresters, with other Dancing. After which this Dialogue by a Shepherd and Shepherdess.
Shepherdess. To me y'ave made a thousand Vows,
A thousand tender things have said;
I gave you
all that Love allows,
The naked Pleasure of the Bed.
Yet now my Eyes have lost their Charms,
Or you
abate in your desire;
You dream y'ave Caelia in your
Arms,
And burn with an unhallow'd Fire.
Aloud you Name her in your sleep;
And if towards me y'are
pleas'd to stir
(A Kindness that but makes me weep)
'Tis onely when you think of Her.
Shepherd.
That charming Caelia I admire,
I must, with Pleasure,
own it true;
But had I ten times more desire,
How cou'd my Passion injure you?
Love is the Sacred
Tree of Life,
And up to Heav'n it's Branches
rears;
Yet Admiration's but the Leaf,
Enjoyment is the Fruit it bears,
Then while you raise
this vain dispute,
Your Fondness but it self deceives:
When you your self have all the Fruit,
What need
you Envy her the Leaves?
[The following lyrics are added to the musical source, but which do not appear in the play. Repetitions have been ignored]
Sung by two shepherdesses.
Away then all Fondness, I find 'tis in vain,
For Wives when neglected, to sigh and complain,
We raise the loose Wishes, we strive to refrain,
Away
then all Fondness, I find 'tis in vain.
Chorus (sung by Shepherd and Shepherdess).
'Tis a
folly to Whine, to Languish and grieve,
Let us rather
endeavour our selves to deceive,
What we wish to be true,
Love bids us believe,
Time, Reason, or Change, at last
will relieve.
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First line: Fair and soft and gay and young
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters: or, The Violence of Love (1695), 3.1, p.25.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Alon. The Song, Boy. [Aside to the Boy.
Boy Sings.
I.
Fair, and soft, and
gay, and young,
All Charm! she plaid, she danc'd,
she sung!
There was no way to scape the Dart,
No care cou'd guard the Lover's Heart.
Ah! why
cry'd I, and drop'd a Tear,
(Adoring, yet desparing
e'er
To have her to my self alone,)
Was
so much sweetness made for One?
II.
But, growing bolder, in her ear
I in soft Numbers
told my care:
She heard, and rais'd me from her feet,
And seem'd to glow with equal heat.
Like Heav'ns,
too mighty to express,
My Joys cou'd but be known
by guess.
Ah! Fool (said I) what have I done,
To wish her made for more than One?
III.
But long she had not been in view,
Before her
Eyes their Beams withdrew:
E'er I had reckon'd
half her Charms,
She sunk into another's Arms.
But she that once cou'd faithless be,
Will
favour him no more than me:
He too, will find he is undone,
And that she was not made for One.
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First line: Take not a woman's anger ill
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters: or, The Violence of Love (1695), 4.1, pp.34-5.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Leveridge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.342, n.3145 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), p.21 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.
Text of song:
Gerar. Ay, what else? I shou'd be a Madman in such a case, to make use of a Chaplain:---But, come, now thou'rt in a good humour, I'll give thee my Favourite Song.
Take
not a Woman's anger ill;
But let this be your Comfort
still,
That if one won't, another will:
Tho, she that's Foolish does deny,
She that is Wiser
will comply;
And if 'tis but Woman, what care I?
Then who'd be damn'd to swear untrue?
And
sigh and weep, and whine and woo,
As all our supple Coxcombs
do?
All Women love it, and tho' this
Does sullenly forbid the Bliss,
Try but the next, and
you cannot miss.
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First line: How happy is she that early her passion begins
Source Edition: The Rival Sisters; or, The Violence of Love (1695), song not printed in play.
First performed: October (?) 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 419:2 (1696)
Author: Robert Gould
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Miss. Cross.
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.243, n.1416. [Music] Henry Playford, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book, 1696, p.22 (UMI(2) 2094:10) and others.
Text of song:
<I.>
<Alphanta>
How happy, how happy is she,
That early her Passion begins;
And willing with Love to agree,
Does not stay till
she comes to her Teens:
Then she's all Pure and Chast,
Like Angels her smiles to be priz'd,
Pleasure
is seen Cherub-Fac'd,
And Nature appears undisguis'd.
II.
From Twenty to Thirty, and then,
Set up for a Lover in vain,
By that time we study
how Men,
May be wrack'd with neglect and disdain:
Love dwells where we meet with desire,
Desire which
Nature has given,
She's a Fool then that feeling
the fear,
Begins not to warn at Eleven.
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First line: Now the veil is pull'd off and this pitiful nation
Source Edition: The Committee (1662, pub.1665), 4.1, pp.113-4.
First performed: 27 November 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 279:5
Author: Robert Howard
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Musician.
Mus. Gentlemen, will you have any Musick?
C. Bl. Prethee no, we are out of tune.
C. Car. Pish, we never will be out
of humor. Do'st hear,
Canst sing us a Malignant Sonnet?
Mus. I can sing many Songs. You seem honest Gentlemen.
C. Car. Cavaliers thou mean'st.
Sing without
any apprehension.
SONG.
Now
the Vail is pull'd off, and this pitiful Nation
Too
late see the gull of a Kirk Reformation,
How all things
that shou'd be
Are turn'd topsie turvy;
The Freedom we have,
Our Prince made a Slave,
And the Masters must now turn the Waiters.
The
great ones obey,
While the Rascals do sway,
And the Loyal to Rebels are Traitors.
The Pulpits
are crowded with tongues of their own,
And the Preachers
spiritual Committee-men grown,
To denounce Sequestration
On Souls of old Fashion,
They Rail and they Pray,
Till they quite preach away
The Wealth that was
once the wise Cities.
The Courts in the Hall
Where the Lawyers did bawl
Are turn'd into pious
Committees.
C. Car. This Song has rais'd my
Spirits: Here, sing alwayes
For the King; I wou'd
have every man in his way do something
For him; I wou'd
have Fidlers sing for him, Parsons pray
For him, Men
fight for him, Women scold for him, and
Children cry
for him, and according to this rule,
[Enter Teg and Obadiah
drunk
Teg is drinking for him: but see,
See
and rejoyce where Teg with Laurel comes.
<NOTE: The dialogue leads directly into the next song>.
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First line: Come drawer some wine
Source Edition: The Committee (1662, pub.1665), 4.1, p.114.
First performed: 27 November 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 279:5
Author: Robert Howard
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the previous song>
C. Car. Stay, sing another
Song in the behalf of
Compounders if thou canst, that
the vapors of the Wine
May have full power to ascend
up to the firmament of
His truly reformed Coxcomb.
SONG.
Come Drawer some Wine
Let it sparkle and shine,
And make its own drops fall
abounding;
Like the Hearts it makes light,
Let it flow pure and right,
And a Plague take all kinde
of Compounding.
We'l not be too wise,
Nor try to advise,
How to suffer and gravely despair:
For Wisdom and Parts
Sit brooding on hearts,
And there they catch nothing but care.
Not
a thought shall come in
But what brings our King,
Let Committees be damn'd with their gain;
We'l
send by this stealth
To our Hearts our Kings Health,
And there in despite he shall Reign.
[Obadiah repeating
with him.
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Committee (1662, pub.1665), 4.1, p.115.
First performed: 27 November 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 279:5
Author: Robert Howard
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the previous song>
Teg. Well now, upon
my soul Mr. Obed
Commit sings as well as the man now:
Come then will you sing as Irish Song after me?
Obad. I will sing Irish for the King now.
Teg. I will sing for the King as well as you. Hark you now.
Obad.
That is too hard stuff; I cannot do these and these
Material
matters. [He sings an Irish Song, and Obadiah tries.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Committee (1662, pub.1665), 4.1, pp.118-9.
First performed: 27 November 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 279:5
Author: Robert Howard
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Obadiah tumbles out of the Chair, and sings as at the Tavern---of the Song, and Enter Arbella and Ruth from robbing the Closet.
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from further singing, as below>.
[Obadiah sings.
<and on two further occasions to the end of the scene>.
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First line: Thou flask once fill'd with glorious red
Source: The Committee (1662, pub.1665), song not printed in play, and set for a revival.
First performed: 27 November 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 279:5
Author: Robert Howard
Lyrics: Anonymous
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared in Gentleman's Journal, February 1692/3, pp.27-31 et al.
Text of song:
A Song set by Dr. John Blow.
Thou Flask,
once fill'd with glorious Red,
But empty now, for
shame be gone;
Thy fate bemoan for with thy Charms my
Love is fled.
Fall to the Groom or Drawers lot,
Like a stale Mistress now forgot.
Here's thy
successor depart,
Thou no more can'st warm my heart.
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