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First line: Dans nous bois silvandre escria
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 1.1, pp.4-5.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.208, n.796 [Music]Boyer, Abel, The Compleat French-master (1694), Part 3, no.4 (UMI(2) 885:7) et al.
Text of song:
Amor. How now, who have we here?
Enter Le Prate, singing, and adjusting himself fantastically.
Le Prate sings.] Dans nous Bois Silvandre Escria.
Merr. A pox on him, I know him already by his damn'd tone;'tis one Monsieur le Prate, a singing, dancing, talking, fluttering Nothing, a Fellow whose chief discourse is always in bragging of the mighty Ations of the French King, for which he is loudly cry'd up by all that Party <...>
<Dialogue related to the singing continues at some length>
Le Prat. <sings> Tholl, loll, loll---<speaks> Ah Messires come vous portezvous <...>
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First line: As soon as day began to peep
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[A Song here mimicking the French.
SONG.
<I.>
As soon as day began
to peep
And little twinkling stars withdrew,
Begar me cou'd no longer sleep,
Dear charming Devil
for you;
But from my weary tumbled Bed
Must
early rouze my pensive head,
My passion to pursue,
To come with Fiddle, Song, and Voice,
To bid good
morr, to your bright Eyes
Me love so much morblean.
Second movement:
With sitting up late
at your Window or Gate,
With howling and squawling I'm
grown a mere Cat,
And all that your grace I may win:
I scratch and I purr at your cruel heart's door,
And mew, mew, mew, to come in.
II.
Sometime dat ugly Witch despair
Make me believe
you frown,
And tempt me, which is ver severe,
To hang my self or drown.
But tho me dare with Rival
fight,
And watch your door whole Winter night,
Yet me no care to swing:
De Voice, de Fiddle and
de Song
To say I love, and say how strong,
Begar is mush de better Ting.
With sitting, &c.
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First line: Sir I drank to the king and I took it off clean
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 1.1, p.13.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Young Bragg. Why then here's the King's Health, I'll top upon him as our Party use, with a mental Reservation,---Come the Kings Health Sir. [aside.
Old Bragg. What King? What King, Sirrah? speak the words.
You.
Br. sings. Sir, I drank to the King, and I took it off clean,
And he's but a Fop that asks what King I mean.
Old Bragg. A Fop, very well Sir; introth y'are in the right, and to quip me better to be one, I think this Hat and Feather would not be amiss, this Peruke likewise is proper, this Coat and Sword likewise.
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First line: Make your honours miss tholl loll loll
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 2.2, p.24.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded (Version One-- nwc)(Version Two-- nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.286, n.2163 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), p.301 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et alia.
Text of song:
<Dialogue relating to this song begins some twenty lines earlier>
Here Coopee Re-enters and Sings this Song to the Minuet that he is dancing with Jenny.
(1)
Make your Honours Misse, tholl loll
loll,
Now to me Childe, tholl loll loll.
Aiery and easy now, tholl loll loll
Very well done Misse,
tholl loll loll
Raise up your Body Childe, tholl loll
Then you in time will rise: hoh, tholl, la.
(2)
Hold up your head Misse, thou loll loll
Wipe
your Nose Child, tholl loll
When I press on ye, tholl
loll loll
Fall Back easy Misse, tholl loll loll
Keep out your toes too, tholl loll loll
Then you'l
learn presently, hoh, tholl, la.
(3)
Bear your hips Swimmingly, tholl loll loll
Keep
your Eyes languishingly, tholl loll loll
Zeons where's
your Ears now? tholl loll loll
Leave off your Jerking,
tholl loll loll
Keep your knees open, tholl loll loll
Else you will never do: hoh tholl la.
(4)
If you will love me Misse, tholl loll loll loll
Thou shall Dance rarely Childe, tholl loll loll,
You
are a Fortune Misse, tholl loll loll
And must be Married
Child, tholl loll loll
Give me your Mony Misse, tholl
loll loll
Then I will give you my, hoh tholl la.
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First line: Thol loll loll
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 4.3, pp.46-7.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Amor. Now Monsieur, you see what a Precipice I free'd ye from, and what Reasons I had for my late passionate resentment.
Le Prat. Monsieur, you have make it out dat you have de good reason, and I perceive dat she be de ver dam Jilt, ma foy; and tho I have lost de little Honour in de quarrel, I have save one hundred Guinea morbleau, vish make me ver much amends: But Monsieur, pray observe, I vill shew you the finest French Song here dat I learnt dis Morning,---thol loll, loll. [Sings.
Amor. 'Dslife, no Song now, dear Le Prate, this is our very Minute of Projection; I've just sent for her, go, go, prithee step into that Closet, and when I call, come and confront her.
Le Prat. Vid all my Heart, and I will practise dis Song all de while dere for fear I should fall asleep.
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ITEM CODE: TDLFM6
First line: Thol loll doll
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 4.3, p.47.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Le Prat. within.
[Sings aloud Thol, loll, loll, and a bit of a French Song.
Jilt. How now! What's that?
Oyley. The Devil sure, it can be nothing else.
Amor. A Plague on him! Now is that French Fool's Head so full of that new Song, he has forgot where he is and is singing out aloud. You need not go Mrs. Oyley, 'tis one without that came with me to be Witness to the Marriage upon occasion, or so.
Jilt. I vow, I was terribly frighted at the sound; I don't use to hear any Man's Voice, but thine Jackey, so near my Bed-Chamber.
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First line: Royal and fair great Willy's dear blessing
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 4.3, p.50.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.324, n.2835 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.302-3 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et alia.
Text of song:
Rake. Gadzooks, what's this I hear? Why hark ye, Madam, are not you really mad then?
Jilt. Mad, Indeed such injuries were enough to make me so; but, Sir, I hope my Eyes will resolve that doubt; besides, if you doubt my sence, you shall hear me sing a Song of my own making.
SONG.
I.
Royal and Fair, great Willy's
dear Blessing,
The Charging Regent of the Swains;
Heavy with Care, thus sadly Expressing
Her grief,
sat weeping on the Plains:
Why did my Fate Exalt me so
high,
If fading State must deprive me of Joy?
Since Willy is gone,
Ah! how vainly shines the Sun,
'Till Fates decree, the Winds and Sea
Waft,
Waft him to me.
II.
Large are
my Flocks, and flowry my Pastures,
Worth Treasures vast
of Silver and Gold;
Where Ravenous Wolves too, fain would
be Masters,
Devour all my Lambs, and break down my Fold:
Willy whilst here, secur'd me from fear,
All
the wild Herd stood in awe of my Dear;
But poor helpless
I,
Mourning Sigh, and hourly Cry
Let Fates
decree, the Winds and Sea
Waft Willy to me.
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First line: Go go friend below I'm taken I'm taken
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 5.1, p.53.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Miss. Oh law, what shall I do now? [Sings to Coopee out of tune.
Sings.] Go, go, Friend below, I'm
taken, I'm taken,
Ye little Knave, get off, and save
your Bacon, your Bacon.
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First line: Remember ye prigs [Whigs] what was formerly done
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), 5.2, p.56.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.322, n.2796 [Music] Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive (1719), pp.246-9 (CT(1) 6428:07). Lyrics first appeared in A New Collection of Songs and Poems (1683), pp.81-4.
Text of song:
L. Prat. Vell, Vell, I remember, Rascal, I remember.
[O. Brag. Sings.]
Remember ye Prigs what was formerly done.
O. Brag. Where is this Rascal got now? I'll ferret him out of your holes i'faith, I'll find out your Ladyships ugh by places, I'll have him if he be above ground.
<NOTE: It is not clear whether this one line, or the entire song, was sung>.
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First line: Hey ho who's there [Nobody here but I my dear]
Source Edition: Love for Money: or, the Boarding School (1691), song not printed in play.
First performed: January 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:7
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mr. Ray and Miss. Willis
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie [Music] English Songs, British Library Shelfmark H.1601, p.203.
Text of song:
He) Hey
ho! who's there:
She) Nobody here, but I my Dear,
He) Hey Ho! who's above,
She) Nobody here,
but I my Love:
He) Shall I come up and see how you do,
She) Ay mary and thank you too:
He) Where's
your Governess,
She) She's at Bed,
He)
Where are the Keys my Love,
She) Under her head,
He) Go, go fetch them hither,
That you &
I may be merry together:
She) The Dog it will
bark, and I dare not I'll swear,
He) Take a Halter
and hang up the Curr:
She) Oh! no,
He) Why,
Why,
She) I'de not for a Guinea, my Dog shou'd
die:
He) Then farewell my dearest, for I must be gone,
She) Tarry sweet John, I'le be with you anon,
He) Oh! No,
She) Why, Why,
He) Your dog is
much better belov'd than I.
Note--the following lines must be sung like that part beginning at The dog it will bark &c
She) Indeed, and indeed now you do
not Say true,
He) Give me a kiss then Ile stay here with
you,
She) Oh. fye,
He) Don't deny,
She) My Mother will Whip me shou'd I comply,
He) Your Mother's not here Love, then loose no more time,
She) Oh Lau but indeed now, I've heard 'tis a Crime,
He) No, no,
She) Yes yes,
He) Indeed
if you lov'd me you'd give me a kiss,
She) No,
no,
He) Yes, yes,
She) Indeed I do love you
but must not kiss,
CHORUS
He)
Indeed if you lov'd me you'd give me a kiss,
She) Indeed I do love you but must not kiss.
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First line: Away with the causes of riches and cares
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 1.1, p.2.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Matthew Locke ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.179, n.292 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1685), no.64 (UMI(2) 357:12) and others.
Text of song:
SONG.
Away with the
Causes of Riches and Cares,
That poison our Spirits,
and shorten our Years:
No pleasure can be,
In state or degree,
But 'tis mingl'd with trouble
and fears.
Then perish all Fops by a Sobriety dull'd,
Whilst he that is merry reigns Prince of the World.
The Querks of the Zealous of Beauty or Wit,
Tho' supported by Power, at last must submit.
For
he that is sad
Grows wretched or mad,
Whilst
Mirth like a Monarch does sit:
It cherishes life in the
Old and the Young,
And makes every day be both happy
and long.
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First line: Beneath a shady willow near
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 2.2, p.13.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: William Turner
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.183, n.359 [Music] Score is in A New Collection of Songs and Poems (1683), p.4, not on microfilm--held at British Museum, Harvard and the Library of Congress. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Fick. <...> Go and conduct him hither and fetch thy Lute and sing [Exit Silvia
SONG.
Beneath
a Shady Willow near,
A Rivers purling Streams;
Astrea Careless of her Sheep,
With folded Arms
lay fast asleep,
Possess'd with Golden Dreams;
Her working faculties supply'd, with drowzy sleep deny'd;
For oft she'd sigh, and smile, and grasp the Air,
Thinking her much-lov'd Celadon was there.
But
as this sleeping harmless Maid,
Lay rap'd in silent
Joy.
Possessing all that could be sought,
In fetter'd sense or happy thought,
Her Swain came
fishing by;
He eager of such rapting Bliss, awak'd
her with a Kiss,
She Blushing rose, and cry'd, unhappy
Fate
Ah Celadon thou now art come too late.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 5.1, p.50.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Zechiel, Toby, Flaile, Jollyman, Linkboyes, and Musicians playing and singing.
<NOTE: There are no lyrics provided for this song. Although a song appears twenty lines later that is recorded as "another Song">.
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First line: And underneath the greenwood tree
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 5.1, p.50.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Joll. Come, another Song, another Song, my merry Wags,
And hang pinching, I'll make a third man---hem---
SINGS.
And underneath the Greenwood Tree
This Youngster laid her down a,
And there he Kist
her once or twice,
Sing hey derry, derry, derry, down,
a.
<NOTE: The dialogue following relates to the song>.
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First line: Happy the man that takes delight
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 5.1, p.51-2.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( John Banister or Thomas Low?)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.233, n.1242 [Music] Score is in Banister, John and Low, Thomas, New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), pp.156-7--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Zech. <...> But first
A Song. I know you have your parts in the last new Verses,
Made of the Nights Ramble. 'Tis a part of your Function,
a
New Song is as necessary for a Town Woman, as a Sute
of Knots,
Or a new Gown---Hey! strike up there!
SONG.
Happy the Man that takes delight,
In Banquetting the Sences;
That drinks all day,
and then at night,
The height of Joy commences.
With Bottles arm'd, we stand our ground,
Full
Bumpers crown our Blisses;
They rore and sing the Streets
around,
In Serenading Misses.
Chor. With
Bottles arm'd, &c.
Pleasures thus
free and unconfin'd,
No drowzy Crime reproaches;
No Heav'n to a frollick mind,
No pleasure like
Debauches.
Whilst rambling thus, new Joyes we reap,
In charmes of Love and Drinking,
lnsipid Fops lye
drown'd in sleep,
And the Cuckold he lies thinking.
Chor. Whil'st rambling, &c.
<A few lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise of the chorus>.
Zech. Agen! Igad pinch him agen; but come, of this at the
Tavern, We lose
time---Strike up there---Sing. Whilst
rambling. [Ex. singing.
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First line: Bacchus thou mighty power divine
Source Edition: Madam Fickle, or The Witty False One (1676), 5.2, pp.55-6.
First performed: 4 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 1149:5 (1677)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Zech. Come, now to the Song---and let all parts be ready for the Chorus.
SONG.
Bacchus
thou mighty Power Divine,
Great God of Mirth, and sprightly
Wine,
Behold us here that Kneeling show
The
Duty that we owe---
We through thy influence rejoyce,
And thus with free and chearful voyce
The Fame
and Praises sing
Of Bacchus our great God and King.
Chor. 'Tis Wine, 'tis Wine, that still controuls,
And Fame and Love must both strike Sail;
There
lies such vigor in full Bowls,
The Fate of Princes can't
prevail.
The Wreaths of great Heroes his Altar shall
Crown,
Whil'st the Grave and the Prudent bow down.
When Beauty darts a smiling Beam,
Our Souls
are by Loves extreme;
But one brisk Glass takes Care
away,
And yields us back the Prey:
No Fate
of Love or piercing Dart
Can wound when Wine surrounds
the heart;
Still guarding it from Care,
It
baffles Fate, and slights the Fair.
Chor. 'Tis Wine, 'tis Wine, &c. [Dance.
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First line: The infant blooming spring appears
Source Edition: The Old Mode and the New; or, Country Miss with her Furbeloe (1703), 2.2, p.29.
First Performed: 11 March 1703 (L.S)
CT(1) reel no.: 4471:09
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.266, n.1814. Lyrics only appear in Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive (1719), p.220 et al.
Text of song:
Frederick, Queenlove, Bombard, Crimp, Hookem, Jowler, Touch-hole, appear sitting at Dinner, Combwig waiting, Musick playing, a Sonnata; then a Song sung. Butler waiting at Side-board.
SONG.
I.
The Infant Blooming Spring appears,
Phoebus
o'ercomes the Winter Shade;
And now this wondrous
of all Years,
The Prize of Europe must be play'd.
II.
Crested Bellona, shakes her Lance,
Her Sister Britain to defend:
Whilst Mars of old,
in League with France,
Dares proudly against both contend.
Second Movement.
Then Rouze valiant
Britains, and Fear quite remove,
You cannot of Victory
fail;
Our Goddess below, and our Goddess above,
By force of their Arms,
As those of their Charms,
Have a Right still to conquer the Male.
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First line: In wealth may she flow [May she Lewis bring low]
Source Edition: The Old Mode and the New; or, Country Miss with her Furbeloe (1703), 2.2, p.30.
First Performed: 11 March 1703 (L.S)
CT(1) reel no.: 4471:09
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fred. Prithee observe him,---Combwig, give each Man his Brimmer: Come Major Bombard, the Queen's Health, three Go-downs, and let it be done with these Words, round her three Kingdoms.
In Wealth may she flow,
May she Lewis bring
low,
May her Fame spread and grow,
Whilst
Sun shines, or Winds blow,
And hang up her Foe. [Drinks.
Bomb. Ay, And Scoundrels also,
That won't let
her know
Where Merit lies low,
Once renown'd---in---in
Queen. In Crambo, ha, ha, ha. [they laugh.]
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Celadon when spring came on
Source Edition: The Old Mode and the New; or, Country Miss with her Furbeloe (1703), 5.2, p.64.
First Performed: 11 March 1703 (L.S)
CT(1) reel no.: 4471:09
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Richard Leveridge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.191, n.505 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.183-4 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
Sir Fumb. Why God a mercy, so, now take your Places, and let us see these Musical Diversions. [They all sit.
Here follows comical singing and dancing, then enter Probleme.
SONG.
I.
Celladon,
when Spring came on,
Woo'd Silvia in a Grove,
Both gay and young, and still be sung
The sweet
Delights of Love:
Wedded Joys, in Girls and Boys,
And pretty Chat of this and that;
The Honey Kiss,
and charming Bliss,
That crowns the Marriage Bed.
He snatch'd her Hand, she blush'd and fann'd,
And seem'd as if afraid;
Forbear, she crys,
your fawning Lies,
I've vow'd to die a Maid.
II.
Celladon, at that began
To talk of Apes in Hell,
And what was worse, the odious
Curse
Of growing old and stale:
Loss of Bloom,
when Wrinkles come,
And offers kind, when none will mind:
The Rosie Joy, and sparkling Eye
Grown faded and
decay'd.
At which when known she chang'd her
Tone,
And to the Shepherd said,
Dear Swain
give o'er, I'll think once more
Before I'll
die a Maid.
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First line: The valiant Eugene to Vienna is gone
Source Edition: The Old Mode and the New; or, Country Miss with her Furbeloe (1703), song not printed in play but ascribed in the score.
First Performed: 11 March 1703 (L.S)
CT(1) reel no.: 4471:09
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( Henry Purcell?) ( nwc)
Performer/s: Richard Leveridge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.365, n.3541 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.297-9 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
The Valiant Eugene to Vienna is gone,
And since
deny'd,
To be supply'd,
All his Troops
are undone
For the haughty Vandosme,
New
Recruits being come,
So proud is grown
Of
two to one,
He Revenge swears to push home,
And late Losses,
Disgraces and Crosses,
Will
soon retaliate now the General is gone,
Oh Leapold, Oh
Baden,
What Fiend was perswading,
Your Priest
ridden Clan,
Simply to baulk so rare a Man.
Tho' Carthage grew proud,
When Story once
shew'd
How well the Grand,
Blind Affrican,
O're the Alps hew'd out his Road,
All the
Rocks in his way,
Were but Puff past and Clay,
To those were seen,
When great Eugene,
Made his ruggid Esay,
Where no Storm nor
Loud Thunder,
This Wonder,
Could ever from
his purpose cause to hault or stay,
Tho' Watches,
Dispatches,
And lying,
There frying,
His Youth did so decay,
Sable Locks turn'd
into Grey.
Then Latium give o're,
Name Caesar no more,
Nor the Macedon,
Whose
high Renown,
Were so blaz'd on before,
But let Glorious Eugene,
That August Man of Men,
Be founded high,
As far as Sky,
Or
the Globe can contain,
For a Braver,
Or Bolder,
Good Soldier,
Did never on the Bloody Field maintain
his Ground,
Hell take those remove him,
Drink,
drink Boys around,
And his Foes Pluto confound.
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First line: Then the nymphs and the swains
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, p.4.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
She Sings.
Then
the Nymphs and the Swains
Shall trip it o're the
Plains,
And crown me with Garlands of Roses,
And marry me with a Rush ring:
Then how we will firck
it, caper, and jerk it
Under the green Wood Tree.
sing and dance.
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First line: Great none so fair King Andrew's daughter dear
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, pp.6-7.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Pan sings.
Great
Nonesofair King Andrews Daughter dear,
Whom we do worship,
but our Dame doth fear;
For why? you come to eat up our
good Chear.
Here's Cake, Bread, and Pruin,
And eke more are stewing.
Then pray now be doing.
Chorus. And Cisly, and Dolly shall trip it around,
And None-so-fair shall have a dainty green Gown.
Sing
Damzels, Sing, and jolly Lads Sing loud,
When Swains
be blith, the Nimphs should not be proud,
But foot it
featly after every Croud.
And when you are weary,
Lye down and be merry,
Till cheek's red as
Cherry.
Chorus. Croudero, and Piper shall sing and shall
play,
And Nonesofair shall be the Lady of May.
A Dance of Morris-Dancers, Milk-maid. &c.
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First line: How do maids cry when they lose what they value so dear
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, pp.7-8.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Song.
Voice.
How do Maids cry, when they lose what they value so dear
Rock. ---What they value so dear,
Ayr. ---O dear!
Voice. ---And then the poor Fellow does sigh like a Lass,
Rock. ---O does sigh like a Lass,
Ayr. ---a Lass.
Voice. ---Beauties like meadows are mow'd, and they pass,
Ayr. ---does are mow'd, and they pass,
Rock.
---They pass. <page 8>
Voice. ---Then what
have they left for to offer at here?
Ayr. ---for to offer
at here?
Rock. ---at here.
Chorus of All.
Dayzy Roots do mar the growth,
And Marjorum is good for
Broath.
But Beef 'tis makes us lusty,
I love thee Sue, I'le take my Oath,
Then why art
thou so crusty?
Thou shalt have Eggs and Clary.
Faddle Fiddle,
Hey down Diddle.
Faith
let's be merry.
Exeunt all the Dancers singing.
Red. It may be sweet Princes. You like not this Solemn Musick, <sings> Faddle, Fiddle, hey down Diddle,---<speaks> I value not my self upon the Wit, but the fitness of the words; for Air and Melody.
Faddle Fiddle hey down Diddle,
Faith let's be merry.
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First line: God Cupid Oh fie Oh fie Oh fie
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, p.14.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
SONG.
God
Cupid, Oh fie, O fie, Oh fie,
God Cupid Oh fie, Oh fie,
I am vexed full sore,
Oh! thou Son of a Whore.
Take pity on me or I dye, I dye,
Take pity on me
or I dye.
My face is Pale and wan,
My blood
is turn'd to a jelly;
In my heart I have a great
pain,
Oh! Oh! how I long for a man,
With
a Sol, my, fa, la, lang tre down derry.
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First line: Fair damsels I have heard you prate
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, p.16.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Woossat sings.
Fair Damzels I have heard you prate,
You shall
have Husbands soon or late.
I am as mad as any Dog to
find,
Y'have had so little good of humane kind,
But there's the more behind.
I will so order
Nonsey's Princely louts,
You shall be satisfi'd
and leave your pouts:
With Nonsey now is Daddy dear
And hand in hand th'are gone to wishing Chair,
Good fortune for to hear.
That Rogue will very civil
prove to me,
For Witch and Juggler never disagree:
To you and me so kind he'l prove,
That when
you feel his love,
You'l give half piece to buy him
fring'd glove.
Woossat ascends.
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First line: Then we'll to the wishing chair
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 1.1, p.17.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
K<ing Andrew>.
Then we'l to the wishing chair,
If that don't
ease your cares,
I'le give you both my Royal ears,
I think that's very fair.
None-so-fair's
agreed sweet Lady,
Will you deny poor harmless Daddy?
What er' you wish for you will have,
Else say
King Andrew is a knave.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Let maudlin lovers that are in despair
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 2.2, p.21.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Soft Musick.
Song.
Let Maudlin lovers that are in
despair,
And musty Virgins at their latest Pray'r.
To be freed from their troubles, come hither.
And
Widows, whose fires
Of unnatr'all desires.
Have parch'd up their faces like leather.
Chorus.
We'l dry up their tears, and ease all their Care,
With a delicate thing called a new wishing chair.
Of
crackling tell-tale Wicker 'tis not made;
Which loves
dear Secrets has too oft' betray'd.
To this Chair
so much Vertue is given.
That when you are in
At the turning a pin,
You will think you are going to
Heaven.
Chorus. We'l &c.
With
offerings laden, to the chair make hast,
Before the precious
time of wishing's past.
For when once the kind Engine
is falling,
You must bear your pain,
Till
the time come again
Though you rend the moist Clouds
with your bawling.
Chorus. We'l dry up your tears.
&c.
The Priests bow, and mutter to the Chair; then turn to the People.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Son of Latrona thou great rogue
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 2.2, p.22.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>
Soft Musick.
Song.
Son of Latrona
thou great rogue,
Here's None-so-fair her grief to
disimbogue.
The Jade is skittish, full of treachery
But wilful rude, and loath to try.
Chorus. Loe
here's the Fool King Andrew too,
Let's cheat
them firmly er'they go.
Let's cheat, &c.---
<a few lines of dialogue follow then>
<sings> Ha! the mystick Chair begins to frown,
All that have wealth, must lay it down.
Keep nought
of Pride, or Riches near you,
Least Chair in wrath to
pieces tear you.
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: Thou pickst the butcher's knife out of his mouth
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 2.2, pp.22-4.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Song by the two Priests.
1. Pr. Thou pickst the Butchers knife out of his mouth,
Thou robst a poor old woman of her tooth.
2. Pr.
---Thou didst the monstrous Flesh-flies to destroy,
Who
bred the Maggots which did Beef o're run.
Chorus.
Thou sly, and bauling Theif go on with joy,
Their Money,
Swords, and Hats are all our own.
A Dance by the two Priests.
Song.
1. Pr. By
Germain Princess that notorious cheat.
2. Pr. By Cressets
memory we thee intreat,
Thou wouldst with noise, and
show blind all their eyes.
1. Pr. Least they our silly
Opera despise,
Chorus of both. ---Least they our silly
Opera despice.
Chorus. Now Croudy mutton is come out
of France,
Tom thimble has made show compleat,
Jewes-Trumps, and Cymbals sound, and let us dance,
Since Wool' is small, let cry be great.
A Dance.
The Invocation.
2. Pr.
---James Naylor, Pope Joan, Wat. Tyler, Mall. Cutpurs, Chocorelly.
All. Answer. ---Help our Opera, because 'tis very silly.
2. Pr. ---Massaniello, Mosely, Jack-straw, Jantredisco, Pimponelli.
Ans. ---Help our Opera, because 'tis very silly.
2. Pr. ---Hocus-pocus, Don-Quixot, Jack Adams, Mary
Ambry, Frier Pungy.
William Lilly---
Ans.
Help our Opera, because 'tis very silly.
2. Pr. Carpentero,
Paintero, Dancero, Musickero, Songstero, Punchanelly.
Ans. Help our Opera, because 'tis very silly.
Chorus first Sung, and then Sung, and Danc'd to.
Some
shall hollow, some Dance and Sing,
Hey ding, ding, ding,
hey ding, ding,
Omn'a bene---Omn'a bene.
Ding, ding, ding, with hey ding, ding ding,
With
hey, &c.---
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from the next song>.
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First line: He took him by the lily frock
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 2.2, p.24.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
The Chief Priest turns over his head, and the other two Priests take the little Boy in the Surplice, and whip him while they Sing this.
He
took him by the Lilly Frock,
And scourged him full sore;
A long half hour by the Clock,
Alack a day therefore,
While Youth doth last, the changes Ring,
With a
ding dong, ding dong ding,
When Youth is flown, and Age
is come,
The Clappers down, the Bell doth groan:
And call you to a sad long home,
With a heavy,
heavy, heavy boam, boam.
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First line: You tough brawny lads that can live upon stone
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 3.1, pp.31ff.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Enter Pavers with Beaters on thyir shoulders, and their Master with his measuring Rod.
SONG.
You tough brawny Lads, that can
live upon stone;
And skin the hard Flint for good Liquor:
Let love to the Idle, and wealthy begone,
And let
Preaching alone to the Vicar;
Let all be made plain,
with your Strikers and Thumpers,
And when your works
done, we'l about with the Bumpers.
The little
blind God, of which lovers do prate,
Makes all that adore
him grow lazy,
For counterfeit blessings he long makes
you wait,
And with sighs and diseases he pays ye.
But he you serve now, with your Strikers and Thumpers,
When the work's done, will about with the Bumpers.
1. Pav. <speaks> The Walks are all gravell'd, and the Bower shall be prepar'd for the Bear and Nonsey.
2. Pa. But e'r we go in, let the Drinking begin,
And then we will Thump it agen.
Chorus.
With full double Pots,
Let us liquor our throats.
And then we'l to work with a hoh, ho, ho,
But
let's drink e'r we go, let's drink e'r we go.
Mast. <speaks> Then toss up your liquor, and
to labour make hast,
The time is too precious to wast.
Chorus. ---With full double, &c.
<NOTE: The chorus is repeated a further two times, intermixed with dialogue>.
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First line: Sweet open the door and let me come in a
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 3.2, pp.35-6.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Bruin within sings.
Sweet open the Door, and let me come in a,
For
to go a wooing, I now begin a.
Non. I'le open, and
open, and open again,
Then I prythee sweet heart come
in.
<speaks> O Melody most ravishing!
I could for ever hear it sing.
Oh if thou hast
the Bowels of a Man a!
Tune up thy Pipes, and sing again
a.
Bruin within.
Br. <sings>
Oh fair Maid! be not affraid: For I am come a wooing,
Thou art mine, and I am thine own sweet heart, and Bruin.
Non. Once more, Oh box my ears once more!
If er I heard
the like, I'm the Son of a Whore.
Br. Hey ding a
ding, muck and Trash,
Little Misse None-so-fair has a
white Elbow,
Oh take all my dross! but give me the Lass,
For I want a new sheath to my Bilbow.
Non. With
a hey tralil, and ho tralil, my Elbow does itch,
Which
makes me cry still:
Oh give me thy Dross! and thou shalt
have the Lass,
And a Dainty fine sheath for thy Bilboe.
My heart's provok'd by some Divine Bauble,
And all my Blood is turn'd to a Caudle.
Bru. All
Play-games that e're be brought,
For love or Money,
I'le give my Honey,
She shall have all the World
in thought.
Non. ---O Dear! O dainty!
Br.
---O sweet and twenty!
Non. ---When shall I my Charmer
know,
Br. ---Too morrow to mo.
Non. ---I'm
affraid,
Br. ---Fie fair Maid.
Non. ---Hey
I'm sad, and I'm glad,
Bru. ---Why all's
paid I'gad.
Non. ---By this great guift, thou art
some Goddy,
Bru. ---Thou shalt perceive, I am no Noddy.
Non. ---Come in then my Dear hoddy doddy.
A Dance of Bears, among which is the white Bear of Norwich, and at the end of the Dance his shape flyes off, and he appears dressed like a Cupid.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: The more I look the more I like
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 3.2, p.39.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Sing this.
The more I look, the more I like, beauty breeds my hearts delight.
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First line: Good Christians rejoice
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 3.2, p.48.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
The Chair and Costard
sink the Princess, cut off Redstreaks head, clap it
on
a Sword, and go off singing.
Good Christians Rejoyce,
With glad heart, and with Voice:
The white Bear
is dead,
And here is his head.
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First line: Prick up your ears for and that yon may hear
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 4.1, pp.50-1.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Enter the Princess <...> After they have passed round the Stage, and taken their places; One sings a Ballad, and all throng about him.
Song.
Prick up your ears, for, and that yon may hear,
A Battel so dreadful, 'tween Princess and Bear,
Oh
Christian Pee-pel!
This Beast was so hungry, and also
right fell,
he eat youth, and baggage,
like
Salt, Beef, and Cabbage,
'twas dolefull to look on,
and ruefull to tell.
Chorus. But now the Bear's dead,
And here is his head,
By which you may see, all
is sooth that I said,
Therefore rejoyce, sing, and dance
all, and some
With a lum, trum, tum, trum, tum, &c.
Dark was the Air, as if Welkin were sick,
When
bloody minded Rose, Phillip, and Nick,
Quoth Nicolas,
I think,
The Fight will be doubtful, then first let us
drink.
Prince Phillip by and by,
Did fill
out the Brandy.
And Courage did swell up, as Bottle did
shrink.
Chorus. But now the Bear's dead. &c.
Brandishing Blades with Bottle and Bag,
These
Princes went boldly to find out the Drag-
gon-Bear I
do mean.
And catch'd him devouring of two pretty
men,
They stole both behind him,
And e'r
he could mind them,
They cut him, and slash'd him
agen and agen.
A Dance performed by two men, and a Bear showing the manner of the Princes killing the Bear.
Song.
You Champions great, that kill'd
the Beast,
shall drink, and eat still of the best,
For him you slew with Swords sharp dint,
Car'd
not one Fig for Jack o'lent.
But star'd, as if
he would cry forth,
When Boy with Clapper cry'd shooh
shoh.
Chorus. Among Knights errant, you shall not
Give place to any, but Quixot.
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First line: Justice Oh gentle Justice Crab
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 4.1, pp.51-2.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Song.
Woss.
Justice! Oh gentle Justice Crab!
Crab. Why makes my Croan
this doleful moan?
Who dares affront my beauteous drab?
Wooss. My sister Redstreaks dead,
Crab. Is sister
Redstreak dead?
Wooss. ---Ay! ay!
Crab. What
mortal did the direful deed?
Wooss. Proud Springal Princess
made her bleed.
And said
They cut off Bruines
head,
Oh! If thou yet canst prise?
The Amber
dropping from my eyes.
If all the Pensions I have paid?
And jobs that thou hast Gratis had,
Have any dent
in Noddle made:
Let None-so-fair thy Fingers feel,
And all that did my Redstreak kill.
Crab. ---From
thy dear Chops,
Such Kindness drops.
Still
so much influence from thee rains,
Thou shalt command
my heart and brains,
I'le pay those saucy Princes
for their pains,
I'le give them a Posset,
Dare make their tricks thus at,
My poor Mother Woossat.
Little Constable,
Come with Painted bauble,
And send off the Rabble.
Sumptuous their Throne
is, but I'le make a Carr on't,
Crabs word alone
is more powerful then Warrant.
Chorus. Let the stripplings
and losses be lustily curried,
Ay, and let their good
Graces,
To limbo, to limbo, to limbo, be hurri'd.
Woossat and Crab fly out, a little Spirit rises, and beats off the Princes and Attendants.
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First line: Let Taffy go seek for his bliss in a leek
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 4.3, pp.58-9.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Bruin Sings like a Walloon, and Playes on a Cimball and all the Images move.---
Bru. Now you shall hear the Images sing in praise of the most Heroick, and Magnificient Sciences of Wenching, and Drinking.---A Ditty fit for Sphears, and Quires of Cupid, when Gods are deaf, and Princes grow stupid. My dear Nonesy set them in the way.---
SONG.
Let Taffy go seek for his bliss in a Leek,
And Teag in hot Isquebagh slobber.
Jocky be doing with
Oatcakes and Sowing,
And sup up their brave Bonny clabber.
Chorus. But let Misses and Gallants, make use of their Talents,
To be Wise, is to love and be drunk;
For drink,
and that same will get you a name,
When your healths
and Estates are all sunck.
Let sullen old Men
keep their beesom Beards clean,
Let Slaves strive for
Honour and Riches,
Let Widgeons debate our Religion and
State,
And Matrons be sober as Witches.
Cho.
But let Misses, &c.
Let's drink and
be clapp'd till our Shin-bone sore scrap'd,
And
gems deck our faces all over,
Till Palsies, and Cramps,
make our eyes shine like Lamps,
For such is the true
drunken lover.
Cho. Yet let Misses, &c.
A Warlike Dance, and then Exeunt all but None-so-fair, Sweetlips and Woudhamore.
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First line: Oh stay thy foul and bad intent
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 4.3, p.63.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
King Andrews Ghost rises Crown'd, and Redstreak with her head in her hand---attended with two Spirits.
Song.
Oh stay
thy foul and bad intent,
Dame chance doth smile and frown,
When heels more high then head are sent,
That's
upward that was down,
And None-so-fair shall have her
Bear,
K. And. ---Shall have her Bear,
Redstr.
---Shall have her Bear.
Chorus. And None-so-fair shall
have her Bear,
And none shall have the sweet Beast but
her.
Woossat will come for, and to chide,
From mischief fly a main,
For all must obey that are
ty'd,
Till they are freed again,
Cho.
And None-so-fair &c.
The Song, ended, they Vanish.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 5.1, p.63.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
A common Prison confused.
A great noise heard---Singing, Shreeking, Groaning, Roaring, and Ratling of Chains.
Enter many common Prisoners, among which, Tagrag, Brazen-nose Tatterd-hoe, Shrubs-hall, Bull-barrow, bringing in the Princess and Princesses.---
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First line: Be jovial be jovial each lad
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 5.1, pp.65-6.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Tag. Skink away, sheer, drink, do'e hear not a rag of Provaunt, and then we'l have a Song <...> Come, a Song, a Song.---Princess Nonsy, put in your Treble at Rome; be a Roman.---
Song:
Be jovial, be jovial, each Lad,
Great Dukes
of the Dungeon, and Knights of the Pad;
Now the Jaylor
from hence is,
We are all great Princes.
Let's sing, let's laugh, let's drink, and be mad.
Chorus. Along, and along, mirth have it's swing,
For older or younger, there's none can live longer
Then Fortune is pleased, and the King;
Then let's
merrily sing, and dance in a string,
Then let's merrily
sing, and dance in a string.
This Pallace, and
all is our own,
Our lodging's provided, the Rent
is paid down.
Every Shop's our Exchecquer,
Each purse is our debtor,
We alwayes gain who ever's
undone.
Cho. Along, &c.
The
Treasures the Husband does lend,
Treats on his doxy,
we briskly do spend.
Ay, and when we are chain'd
here,
She steals the remainder.
And kindly
comes to visit her Friend.
Cho. A long, &c.
A Dance perform'd by Prisoners under Gallos's.
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First line: Let beauty triumph o'er despair
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 5.1, pp.72-3.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Song.
Let
Beauty triumph o're despair,
For none are cruel to
the Fair;
The Crooked, the Old, and deformed shall be,
From cares and affronts never free;
But the Youthful,
the pretty and kind,
In a Prison some pity will find,
For all are to Love, and to beauty inclin'd.
One gives her a Bottle of Brandy, and Sings---this.
Come hither, and take this Bottle of Nantz,
'Twill
make mother Woossat soon leave off her rants,
For I know
she is one of my Naunts.
Though she's hot as a Codling,
'Twill make her straight Maudlin.
She'l
sip, she'l sigh, she'l swear, she'l sing, and she'l
melt,
She'l kiss thee, and groan for the pains thou
hast felt.
Chorus. Alass my poor Nonsy I grieve for thy
smart,
For though an old Woman be never so tart;
A dram of the Bottle will soften her heart.
Song.
Thy Sisters must howl, for the Trenchers they stole,
And the Princes are in the Pit-hole.
There they
shall stay,
For ever and a day.
But Nonsey
shall straight go to play,
1. ---Make hast poor Nonsey,
2. ---Make hast poor Nonsey,
Both. ---Make hast
poor Nonsey to Bruin,
1. ---For Nonsey shall injoy her
pretty thing.
2. ---For Nonsey &c.---
Both. ---For Nonsey &c.---
Chorus of all. make
hast poor Nonsey.
make &c.---
make---
For Nonsey.
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First line: The delights of the bottle and the charms of a drab
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 5.1, p.74.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.210, n.837 [Music] Score is in English Opera... Psyche, 1675, pp.59-60.
Text of song:
Song.
The delights of the Bottle, and
the Charms of a drab,
When they pour out their pleasures
will make a man mad.
All the night in deep Healths, and
loud Curses is spent,
Which the dull silly Fop the next
day does repent.
And Love's sweet debauch in a moment
is gone,
But leaves a damn'd Pox to last all the
life long.
Love and Wine rule the Swords that
shed so much Blood
All the World, but for them, would
grow vertuous and good.
Were it not for the Witchcrafts
of Wenching and Wine,
Madam,---would be poor, and my
Lord would be fine.
But she now keeps her Coach, and
can live without thinking,
And damns her Debauch with
his Wenching and Drinking.
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First line: Time's an old rascal he never will stay
Source Edition: Psyche Debauch'd (1675), 5.3, pp.78-82.
First performed: August 1675 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. No doubt adapted from the original Psyche.
Text of song:
Song by the Bacchanals.
While this is a singing, Bacchus rises, riding on a Hogs-head dressed with Vine-branches and Ivy.
Time's
an old Rascal, he never will stay,
Yet in spite of his
Scythe, and his Glass;
He that flies from his liquors
an Ass.
Boy, drink away, Boy drink away.
Song by the Lovers.
While this is singing, Cupid flies down on the Stage.
Ah! Charming, Fair, Divine,
Ice, Flames & Darts,
Nymph, Goddess, beauties
shrine, O eyes and hearts!
Stars, Suns, and Diomands,
Roses, and Lillies,
Damon Alexis! Oh Cloris! Ah Phillis!
Powr's, Gods, and Fates, Oh pity joy, and pain,
Languish alass, Fears, Hopes, Smiles, and Disdain.
Oh
cruel Nymph! Ah unrelenting Swayn!
Bacchus sings.
While this is singing, all the Bacchanals come on the Stage.
Come my Sons of the Grape, while your faces outshine
The Sun in the Sky, with the juice of the Vine.
Let the pale whining lover discover
How sad are the Chains,
and how pleasant are mine.
Cupid sings.
While this is singing the lovers come on the Stage.
Come happy Lovers, come, and tell,
The joys
that in your Bosom's dwell.
The pleasures of the
hands and eyes,
How ev'ry look and touch surprize,
Let your perswasive Language prove,
There is no
Paradice but Love.
Chorus of all.
We
come to dye or win the Field,
For hearts, with Love and
Bacchus fill'd.
Can fight, and fall; but never yield.
A Dance of Bacchanals, and Lovers.
A Song by a Lover
When Caelia my heart did surprize,
In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise,
And like Christal dissolv'd, the tears flow'd from her eyes.
From her beautiful Cheeks, all the Roses withdrew,
And she look'd like a Lilly o'rladen with dew.
How sweet did her sorrow appear?
How I trembl'd,
and sigh'd, and for every tear,
Made a vew to the
Gods, and a Prayer to her,
Oh how soft are the wounds
we receive from the fair!
But the joys and the pleasures
there's none can declare.
What panting, and
fainting, I feel,
When imbracing her feet before Caelia
I kneel:
Oh how dear are her smiles! and how sweetly
they kill?
Ev'ry minute I dye with the thoughts of
her Bliss,
And she breaths a new life in each languishing
kiss.
O Love let us still wear the Chain,
Let no Passion, but love in our fancies e'r reign,
Let us often be cur'd, and ne'r freed from our pain.
All the pleasures of Wine to the Sense are confin'd,
But 'tis Love is the Noblest delight of the mind.
SONG. by a Bacchanal.
Lovers grow pale,
and Beauties grow stale;
And their pleasures end all
like an old Winters tale.
But the Beauties of Wine do
still sparkle and shine,
And make all that love it, and
drink it Divine.
Love makes you old, e'r thirty
is told,
But the aged, and cold, become active and bold,
Look as plump, and as brisk as the Grape that's unprest,
When their heads with the Spirit of Wine are possest.
The Clouds open, and from the inner part of the Heaven, descends Jupiter in his Charriot drawn by Eagles.
Jupiter sings.
Let Love and Wine no more contend,
To whose high Pow'rs all Mortals bend.
Before
this Assembly, where are
The Amorous, the Youthful, and
Fair,
Make an end of your long doubtful War.
Chorus. Why should you quarrel? and fiercely complain?
All the World is your own, & your Rites would maintain:
But without one another, you neither can Reign.
A Chorus of Cupid and Bacchus.
Let Hermes the Herald
of Heaven, and Fame;
The Union of Cupid, and Bacchus
proclaim.
Trumpets are heard a far off, the Heavens divide; and from the furthest end Mercury flies down attended by Fame, and the whole Heaven appears adorn'd with Angels, &c. and Musick.---
Mercury sings.
To
all, and to Singular in this great meeting,
The weighty
Gods, Cupid and Bacchus, send greeting.
Whereas by some
Poets a wicked design
Of difference, was raised between
Love and good Wine.
They now do declare
An
end of the War,
And the hearts of all Mortals will equally
share.
Chorus. When Beauties are cruel to banish your
care,
From Love to the Charms of Bacchus repair,
And when Bacchus inflames you with too hot a Fire,
To the pleasures of Love for assistance retire.
A Catch sung in three parts, and danc'd. By Bacchanals and Lovers.
Let's love, and drink, and drink, and love, and drink
on,
What have we else in this dull World to think on?
But still to love, to drink, and love, and drink on?
Let's love, and drink, and drink, and love for ever,
And let each Nymph be made a kind believer.
For
he that loves, and drinks, will ne'r deceive her.
Enter two Elizian Princes, and dance through Hoops.
The Dance ended.
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First line: Blow Boreas blow and let thy surly winds
Source Edition: Sir Barnaby Whigg: or No Wit Like a Woman's (1681), 1.1, pp.5-6.
First performed: Late October/early November 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 314:13
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: 1. Henry Purcell ( nwc); 2. Robert Bradley ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.184, n.384 [Music] 1. Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus (1698), pp.185-8 (UMI(2) 158:4) et alia. First appeared in A New Collection of Songs (1683), pp.49-50 (not on microfilm). 2. English Songs, British Library Shelfmark H.1601, p.71.
Text of song:
Sir Walt. Peace, not a word more, we are observ'd.---Come, a Song there: What say'st thou, Captain? Do'st love a Song?
Capt. ---Ay, a Battel, a Siege, a Storm, or so: Sing a Song that has some sense in't, and perhaps I may condescend to bear a Bob my self.
<NOTE: Between this first reference to the upcoming song, and the song proper, there is some thirty or so lines of dialogue relating to songs of the sea>.
Capt. <...> the Rogue wou'd sing us the finest Sea-Songs, and so Roar 'em out: I think I've a fellow can remember one of them. Sing sirrah.
SONG.
A STORM.
Blow
Boreas, blow, and let thy surly Winds
Make the Billows
foam and roar:
Thou canst no Terror breed in Valiant
minds,
But spite of thee we'll live and find the
shore:
Then cheer my heart, and be not aw'd,
But keep the Gun-Room clear,
Though Hell's
broke loose, and the Devils roar abroad;
Whilst we have
Sea-room here boys, never fear:
Hey, how she tosses up,
how far!
The mounting Top-mast toucht a Star:
The Meteors blaz'd as through the Clouds we came,
And Salamander-like we live in Flame.
But now we sink,
now, now we go
Down to the deepest shades below.
Alas! where are we now? who, who can tell,
Sure
'tis the lowest Room of Hell,
Or where the Sea-gods
dwell?
With them we'l live, with them we'l live
and raign;
With them we'l laugh and sing, and drink
amain:
But see we mount, see, see we rise again.
Though flashes of lightning and tempests of rain
Do fiercely contend which shall conquer the Main;
Though
the Captain do's swear, instead of a Prayer,
And
the Sea is all fired by the Demons of the Air:
We'l
drink and defie, the mad spirits that fly,
From the deep
to the skie,
And sing whilst the Thunder do's bellow;
For Fate still will have a kind fate for the brave,
And nere make his grave of a salt water Wave;
To drown,
drown, never to drown;
No, never to drown a good fellow.
<Capt.> There now! there's life, there's soul, there's sense: as I'm a living man, Gentlemen, the Rogue fox'd me three times, one after another, only by singing this Song.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Sir Barnaby Whigg: or No Wit Like a Woman's (1681), 3.1, pp.26-7.
First performed: Late October/early November 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 314:13
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Livia Sings.
[He <Townly> bows to Mill.
Livia. ---Nay Mr. Townly, pray come hither: a good Singer is so hard always to be intreated. You are very ready to obey her. [Aside.
Townly. ---Not I faith, Madam; I design'd only to be civil.[Goes to her.
Mill. ---Mr. Townly, pray help me to set the Hand right here, I shall spoil my Clock for want of skill. [Struggles to go, and Livia holds him.
Livia. Come, Sir, Begin, begin. He Sings.
<NOTE: Until the end of the scene there are repeated references to singing and music, but no lyrics are provided>.
Townly. <...>
Hark, the Musick begins, we shall be too late.---
Anon
we shall have more leisure. [To Livia.
At night we shall
meet alone. [To Mill.
Come, come, to the Musick, to the
Musick. [Exit, leading 'em.
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First line: Farewell my lov'd science my former delight
Source Edition: Sir Barnaby Whigg: or No Wit Like a Woman's (1681), 3.2, p.28.
First performed: Late October/early November 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 314:13
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Tune (if traditional): The Delights of the Bottle (according to Day and Murrie)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.218, n.966. The lyrics only are included in A New Collection of Songs (1683), pp.11-2 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Bened. <...> Does your Uncle play well on this Instrument?
Sir Walt. ---Oh to a miracle, Sir, and has the best grace you ever saw.
Bened. ---Say you so?
Sir Walt. ---His touches are always so soft and gentle: besides, I have observ'd (Gentlemen) that your thick squab-hand and short thumb-like fingers always become a Lute extremely.
Wild. ---Ha, ha, ha, that indeed I ne'r took notice of.[Exeunt Ladies.
Sir Barn. ---Strike F-fa-ut sharp, and sing the Song.
SONG.
<I.>
Farewell my Lov'd
Science, my former delight,
Moliere is quite rifled,
then how should I write?
My fancy's grown sleepy,
my quibling is done;
And design or invention, alas! I
have none.
But still let the Town never doubt my condition;
Though I fall a damn'd Poet, I'le mount a Musician.
II.
I got Fame by filching from Poems
and Plays,
But my Fidling and Drinking has lost me the
Bays;
Like a Fury I rail'd, like a Satyr I writ,
Thersites my Humour, and Fleckno my Wit.
But to
make some amends for my snarling and lashing,
I divert
all the Town with my Thrumming and Thrashing.
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First line: Let the roundheads plot on
Source Edition: Sir Barnaby Whigg: or No Wit Like a Woman's (1681), 4.1, p.40.
First performed: Late October/early November 1681 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 314:13
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Sir Barnaby flauntingly, Dress'd like an Officer, with a Footman.
Sings.
Sir
Barn. ---Let the Roundheads Plot on,
Till at last they'r
undone
By hurting their Brains to Decoy us.
Bened. ---Hah! what, my quondam Rabbi Achitophel, Sir Barnaby Whigg?
Sir Barn. ---Captain Whigg, if you please, Sir:
Sings.
Let the Roundheads Plot on, &c.
Wild. ---Ah, you are a precious Turn-coat Rascal: What! now the Storm is coming, you are for the King, I warrant?
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First line: Draw near ye spirits that dispense
Source Edition: Squire Oldsapp, or The Night Adventurers (1678), 1.2, p.11.
First performed: June 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:17 (1679)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Oldsapp waves his Wand, and then sings.
Draw
near ye Spirits, that dispence
Your Pow'rs or'e
Concupiscence;
Bring all your Spells, and come along,
To make an amorous Old Man young!
Whose frozen
Joints, long since have cool'd his passion,
But now
he sighs, and blows, and puffs, for generation;
Come,
come away; your assistance confer,
And then I shall be
the happiest Old Cur,
The happiest Old Cur in the Nation.
<NOTE: One line of dialogue separates this from the next song>.
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First line: How frail is old age to believe
Source Edition: Squire Oldsapp, or The Night Adventurers (1678), 1.2, p.11.
First performed: June 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:17 (1679)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.243, n.1406. Lyrics only appear in A New Collection of Songs and Poems (1683), p.68--not on microfilm.
Text of song:
Loud laughing within, and this Song.
<1.>
How
frail is old age to believe
Their Sinnews can ever be
strong.
or think that a heap
of Diseases
can reap
The Pleasures of him that is young.
Chor. He plunges in care let him do what he can,
So wretched
a thing is a doting Old Man.
2.
His
Life has been spent in Debauch,
Till he comes to be sixty
or more,
And so wenches on
Till his vigor
is gone,
And then the Old Letcher gives o're.
Chor. A passion that's sickly can never be strong;
And an old doting Fool is far worse than a young.
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First line: Close in a hollow silent cave
Source Edition: Squire Oldsapp, or The Night Adventurers (1678), 4.2, pp.40-1.
First performed: June 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 275:17 (1679)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Louis Grabu ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.195, n.576 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.32 (UMI(2) 286:13).
Text of song:
Olds. Sir Fredrick, a Bumper---Prethee lets be merry and cast away care Man, come I've a little Utensil within shall give thee a Song. Within there, Jenny.
Jenny comes in and sings.
<1.>
Close in a hollow silent Cave
Young Damon sleeping
lay,
Himself one hour from grief to save,
And from the scortching day---
He Celia lov'd, whose
Fate and wit
Did every Shepherds sense controul,
Whose every hair was Loves soft Net,
Whose every
glance a Heart did get,
And every smile a Soul.
2.
But see the Balm Loves Monarch keeps
To ease a Lovers pain,
As he in that dark Mansion
sleeps
It fiercely gan to rain.
Fair Celia
wandring through her Farm,
A straying Lamb from hurt
to save,
Which got she folds in her white Arm,
And glad to save it from the storm,
Straight slips
into the Cave.
3.
The drowzy
Swain begins to smile,
To see his Heaven so nigh,
She doubts and fears; and all this while
The Lamb
stands bleating by.
No Breath is left her to complain,
She now a Captive to surprize,
And fears approaching
Joys or Pain,
Thus at the mercy of the Swain,
The charming Virgin lyes.
Olds. What think you now, was it not well sung?
Buff. By the Blade, 'twas a pretty matter, and has some relish in't; ifaith I like it well.
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First line: If love enjoy'd is the greatest bliss
Source Edition: The Amorous Old Woman, or 'Tis Well if It Take (The Fond Lady) (1674), 2.1, pp.15-7.
First performed: March 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:4
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ara. <...> Upon thy empty Stomach: can'st thou sing?
Inf. According to our Rural way I can.
Ara. Pretty Boy! Prithee be not so bashful,
But begin.
Song.
1.
If love enjoy'd's the greatest bliss
A mortal can sustain,
The greatest pain
Must
be the contrary to this,
Cruel disdain.
No
Passion's harder to be born,
Than Love, when 'tis
repay'd with scorn.
2.
I'de
rather have my Love untrue
And giv'n to flattery,
Then shou'd I be
So happy as to have him sue
For Love to me.
And if his falshood prove too great,
At pleasure sound the first retreat.
3.
But when men the advantage have
To shew the
first disdain
They thereby gain
The Priviledg
to kill, or save,
Encrease our pain,
And
make us Perish by their scorn,
Or live by smiles, like
Vassals born.
Ara. How happy is this Boy, who
sings his Aires,
And makes his pastime out of others
cares!
Ah that I were as ignorant as he,
He knows no love, therefore no misery,
But Women are
too apt (heav'n knows) to learn,
To wish, to blush,
and next to have concern.
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First line: I never shall henceforth approve
Source Edition: The Amorous Old Woman, or 'Tis Well if It Take (The Fond Lady) (1674), 4.4, p.52.
First performed: March 1674 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:4
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Con. In all I can, I will assist your love. to Clara
But lest my Brother should unfold too soon
Your
Oracle, divert him with a Song.
SONG.
I never shall henceforth approve
The Deity of
Love
Since he cou'd be
So far unjust
as to wound me,
And leave my Mistress free.
As if my flame cou'd leave a Print
Upon a heart of
flint.
Can flesh and stone
Be ere converted
into one,
By my poor flame alone?
Were he
a God, he'd neither be
Partial to her, nor me,
But by a Dart
Directed into eithers heart
Make both so feel the smart,
That being heated
with his subtile fire
Our loves might make us feel but
one desire.
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First line: There is a black and sullen hour
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 1.1, p.9.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lawra. Prethee now it comes into my mind, sing the Song that he compos'd on his belief that I was angry with him; 'tis very a propo.
The SONG.
I.
<Lucia.> There is a black and sullen hour,
Which fate decrees our life should know,
Else we
should slight Almighty Power,
Rapt with the Joys we found
below.
'Tis past, Dear Cinthia, now let frowns be
gone,
A Long Long Penance I have done
A Long
Long Penance I have done
For Crimes alas! to me unknown.
II.
In each soft hour of silent Night,
Your Image in my Dreams appears,
I grasp the Soul
of my Delight,
Slumber in Joy but wake in Tears:
Ah! faithless Charming Saint what will you do,
Let me not think I am by you,
Let me not think I am by
you,
Lov'd less, Lov'd less, for being true.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 1.1, p.13.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Don Ariell with Lopez, Vaulting-Master, Singers, and Dancers.
<NOTE: There is no stage direction to indicate when, or if, a song takes place, although a 'Spanish Dance' occurs on page 15, some one hundred lines later>.
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First line: The joys of court or city
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 3.1, pp.24-5.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( Samuel Ackroyde?) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.270, n.1888 [Music]Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive...Volume Two (1719), pp.291-3 (CT(1) 6428:07). First appeared in Wit and Mirth...Volume Five (1714), pp.23-4 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Leon. Come my Ladds, to divert this Melancholly humour, let's have a Song, and a dance, then a glass round, and defy all the World, the Devil, and Fortune: come away with't.
The Song and Dance here.
I.
1. Ban. The Joys of Court or City,
The fame of Fair or Witty
Are Toys to the Banditti,
Whilst our Cupps we Drein.
II.
2. Ban. We Love, we Laugh, we lye here,
We Eat,
we drink, we dye here,
And Valliantly defy here
All the Power of Spain.
III.
But
when by our Scout, a Prize we find
We all Run out to
Seize him,
Stand, Stand, we Cry,
Or ye Dog
ye Dye
Without any more ado.
IV.
Chorus. All this brings us no Slander,
Each
Conquering great Commander,
And Mighty Alexander,
Were Banditti's too.
V.
1.
Ban. Some we Bind, and some we Gag,
Some we Strip and
Plunder,
Some that have store of Gold
Into
our Cave we draw:
VI.
Chorus.
Thus like first Moulded Matter
Our Principles we Scatter,
'Twas Folly made good Nature,
And fear that
first made Law.
VII.
2. Ban.
And when we come home our Doxies run
To bid us kindly
welcome;
Plump, Fresh, and Young, all down do lye
On Beds of Moss to Sport.
VIII.
Chorus. Thus Every Valiant Ranger
Lyes at Rack
and Manger,
And be thats' past most danger
Has most Kisses for't.
IX.
1. Ban. Fools do Whine and Sigh and Pine,
Fools
fall sick of Feavers,
Fools doat on fleeting Joys
That oft does Ruine bring:
X.
Chorus. Whilst without begging pitty
Of the
Rich, the Fair, or Witty;
The Brave, the Bold Banditti
Has the self same Thing.
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First line: Tholl loll loll
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 4.1, p.42.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Frisco. We shall be made for ever by the fobb, we'le roar and revell like Emperours, I would not take a thousand Dollars for my share---tholl, loll, loll.
they sing and jump about.
Enter Don Fernand and Lawra.
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First line: Look down fair saint [nymph] and see
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 4.2, p.47.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.281, n.2077 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), pp.2-4 (UMI(2) 364:15). Lyrics first appeared in A New Collection of Songs and Poems (1683), p.35 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Enter Musicians.
Frisco. Give me the Guittar then, if it be to her I'me satisfy'd.
Serenade here, and Frisco Acts a Spanish Song affectedly to his Guittar; which ended Lopez, and Officers Enter, and Seize Frisco.
D. Elvira, Lucia, and Christina appear above.
Look
down, Look down, fair Saint and see
A Restless Lovers
Cares,
Whose Heart was 'till this Moment free
From Beautys Charming Snares,
Look down, Look down
fair Saint and see
Chorus. A Restless Lovers Cares.
But now alas it flies to you
And round the Street
all night I rove
Ah then look down dear Soul and view
The Victim of Allmighty Love.
Chorus. Ah then,
&c.
Second Movement.
Like
Spirits we wander in dead time of Night,
Huzza Huzza
we roar and we fight,
At last the Watch comes to oppose
our delight;
Charge Charge, hey we scower
Through the Bill-men in Flannell,
And down drops a Constable
into the Kennell.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: From drinking of sack by the bottle
Source Edition: The Banditti, or a Ladies Distress (1686), 4.2, pp.47-8.
First performed: January 1686 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Samuel Ackroyde ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.224, n.1080 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...Third Book (1686), pp.4-5 (UMI(2) 364:15).
Text of song:
Enter Musicians.
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
The Mock Serenade by Frisco.
From Drinking of
Sack by the Pottle;
From breaking a Constables Noddle
--His Noddle--his Noddle:
From Bullys that would
have been roaring, been roaring,
And Cullys that would
have been Whoring
I have met with a Noise, of Merry Merry
Merry Boys
Sweet Lady to hinder your Snoring.
Heark how the Strings Jarr
Now I thrum the Guittar-----
Heark how, &c.
Ah prove not my Foe, lest
my heart I do throw
Up to break your Window, heigh hoe,
Ah prove not my Foe, here I Languish below,
To
my Sleep I would go, heigh hoe,---
To my Sleep I would
go heigh, hoe,
Heigh hoe, heigh hoe, heigh, hoe.
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First line: Sweet lady do not fly me
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 1.1, p.2.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Serj. Hush, hush, an't like your Honour---Pray ye now don't look that way;'tis my Lady Jigtail, I know the Chair-men; she's plaguily troubled they say with the Bath mantle, three days a week too she's pump'd upon the huckle for a strain, and the other three stands every morning two hours over the hot Springs, in hopes of an heir, an't like ye.
Hairbrain
within. Sweet Lady do not fly me, Sings
But stay, and
sit by me,
For I cannot endure
A Lass that's
demure.
<speaks> Yokes, yokes, Pusse, Pusse---there she goes i'faith. Yokes, yokes.
<A few lines of dialogue seperate this from the second verse>
Serj. Hold ye, hold ye, whither away so vast; pray ye go home to your Chamber, and let the Lady alone, Maister Whatchecall'm.
Hairbrain sings. The Lady shall not fly me,
But stay and sit by me,
Then let me come to her,
Ye son of a whore.
<speaks> Harkee, don't hinder my noble intention of hunting my Game <...>
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First line: Away ye brave fox-hunting race
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 3.1, pp.23-4.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.179, n.294. Lyrics only appear in Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive, Volume Two (1719), pp.269-70 et al.
Text of song:
Ld Lov. <...> Come Gentlemen and Ladies, we must have another round of Wine and Musick; begin the Song there, and let's have another Dance.
The Fox-chace.
A Song in Two Parts.
Away, ye brave Fox-hunting Race,
Away, away,
to Abourn Chace:
At Ashton Park let no one stay;
For here will be the sport to day.
See, yonder's
the Covert, to Horse let's be going,
Throw, throw
off the Finders then, honest Will Lowen:
Unkennel quick,
in yonder ground
They'll have a touch worth fifty
pound. Bugles sound.
Hark, hark, to Soundwell, that's
a noble Dog;
Cross him my jolly Lads, heaux, heaux, the
dragg:
The Fox has broke Covert, let none lag behind:
We've had an Ent appesse, she runs up the Wind.
Off with the Chace-hounds hoa,
And now the Sportsmen
shew,
Let Lillywhore and Caesar run,
Tosspot
and Ruler, Capper and Cooler;
Pompey and Gallant, Low
'em on,
Spur, switch and away then o're Hedges
and Ditches,
Without fear of Necks, or the rending your
Breeches.
Blow a Recheat, blow, blow, Tan tivee, tivee,
tivee, tivee,
If she runs down the Wind, she may chance
to deceive ye.
A Recheat, a Recheat, Tivee, tivee, tivee,
tivee.
Horns sound agen.
Pox
on't we're balk'd, 'tis so, 'tis so.
The Vixen's Earth'd, see there's the hole below,
Put in the Tarriers, they'll perform so well,
They'll make her bolt, tho 'twere as deep as hell.
'Tis done, 'tis done, she's snapp'd, she's
kill'd;
Hallow brave boys then, from the field:
And jolly Huntsmen now blow Reynard's knell.
Sound the death of the Fox.
And now let
every Rider
Go tope stout Ale and Cyder:
Each dirty weary plasher
From Coals too steal a Rasher;
Brown Loaf, tho dry,
And made of Rye,
Will go down sweet as Honey.
And of all sorts of manly
Sports,
A Fox-chace for my Money.
A Dance here. Towards the end of the Song Sophronia, De Grand, Lydia, and Lord Lovechace steal out severally.
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First line: Welfare the merry main boys
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 4.1, p.29.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Car. <...> Let me see; there shall be your Lady and your Lordship; my Lady Vicecountess and Sir Oliver; and my Lady Codshead and my self; in imitation of Cardinal Woolsey and the Countess of Suffolk; Charles Brandon and the Lady Rochford; and King Harry and Anna Bollen.
Harry. Wellfare
the merry main Boys,
Wellfare the Jovial Crew;
And he that loses Doublet,
Let him lose his Breeches
too.
Come, who goes to All-Fours with me for two Pots? Yokes, yokes,--- Or to Passage for a Groats worth of Pudding? Here they are faith; here's the Devil's Bones.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Lord what's come to my mother
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.1, pp.40-1.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Jeremiah Clarke ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.281, n.2083 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Three (1707), pp.53-4 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
Du Grand. Come, Genteels, pray please to sit down, the Sack-Posset simpers upon ye, as if 'tould sing the old Wedding Song.
'Twill strengthen the
Back, and breed delight,
And make the Bridegroom frolick
all Night.
A DIALOGUE.
Enter a Countrey Girl of Thirteen Years old, and sings; a Town-Beau overhearing her.
<1.>
Girl.
Lord, what's come to my Mother;
That every day more
than other
My true Age she would smother,
And says I'm not in my Teens:
Though my Sample I've
sown too,
My Bib and my Apron outgrown too,
Baby quite away thrown too;
I wonder what 'tis she
means?
When our John does squeeze my hand,
And calls me his Sugar sweet;
My breath almost fails
me,
I know not what ails me;
My Heart do's
so heave and so beat.
2.
I
have heard of desires
Of Girls that have just been of
my Years,
Love compar'd to Sweet Bryars:
That pricks one, and yet do's please;
Is Love finer
than Money,
Or can it be sweeter than Honey?
I'm poor Girl such a Toney,
Ivads, that I cannot
guess.
But I swear, I will watch more near,
There's something the Truth will shew:
For if Love
has a Blessing
To please beyond kissing,
Our Jane and the Butler do know.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: What beauty do I see
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.1, pp.41-2.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Set by Samuel Ackroyde but music not extant (?)
Performer/s: Mr. Burdon and Mrs. Lucas
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.370, n.3626. Lyrics only appear in Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive (1719), pp.47-8.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
[Here the Beau comes up to her, and sings in another Tune.
Beau.
What Beauty do I see,
That Heart and Soul commands?
Sweet Madam honour me,
With leave to kiss your
Hands.
Girl. Oh good! a Man, I swear,
And
begs my hand to kiss;
Methinks I'm pleas'd to
hear
He does not call me Miss.
Beau. Your
Eyes sweet Lady shine so bright,
And I'm so wounded
at first sight;
My heart does throb,
I sigh
and sob;
And am like one just slain,
Unless
you pity shew,
And Life restore again.
Girl.
Nay, pray, Sir, good Sir, go
I know not what you mean.
You may talk of a wound, by my Eyes you have found,
But I cannot believe, any hurt they can give;
For I look
in your Face, and it is as it was,
And your Body as sound
and whole.
Beau. Love's wounds are all within,
Whose Pangs the Breast controul;
Like Lightning
pass the Skin,
And blast the very Soul.
Girl.
Why sure this Love, this dreadful word,
Is then some
sharp and pointed Sword.
Or is't a Snake, or is't
a Bird,
That will pick out ones Eyes?
Beau.
Go with me, you'll perceive
In Love a Treasure lies.
Girl. I'll ask my Mother leave,
And follow
in a trice.
Beau. No, no, no, not a word, I can better
afford
You my Love if you'll go, where your Mother
don't know;
For if she should be crost, all the Treasure
is lost,
And I conjure for Love in vain.
The Circle of your Embrace
Is where it must be done;
Girl. Oh Lard, the Devil you'll raise,
But
catch me if you can.
[Runs off, and he after her.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.1, p.43.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Gill. Why, so you may, Mrs---We shall be huge honest, I warrant ye.
Enter Crab with a Musician who sings, and Exit.
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First line: Through the floods that are the deepest
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.3, p.50.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Harry. Oh! oh! oh! oh!
Charles and Harebrain sing within.
Through the Floods that are the deepest, where the Tritons do play,
<Harry. speaks> Yokes, yokes, hallow.
<Charles and Harebrain sing>
Through the Rocks that are the steepest, drink will find out the way.
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First line: Down the red lane so merrily runs
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.3, p.51.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hareb. Down the red Lane, down the red Lane; so merrily runs the Fox down the red Lane.
<NOTE: Although there is no stage direction it is evident that these lines are sung. They are in italics>.
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First line: Down the red lane (reprise)
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.3, p.52.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hareb. Hey! Come along my Boy---Down the red Lane, down the red Lane,&c.
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First line: Where oxen do low and apples do grow
Source Edition: The Bath; or, The Western Lass (1701), 5.3, p.52.
First Performed: 31 May 1701
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Harris and Mr. Pierson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.382, n.3846 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Four (1706), pp.66-9 (CT(1) 10355:17) et al.
Text of song:
Crab. <...> I gave thee a Song this Morning upon this very Subject, you know; come, we'll sing it together to confute 'em.
Gill. Odslid, with all my heart---Now, now, who says my Coptain's a Londoner?
Second DIALOUE, between Crab and Gillian.
<1.>
Crab. Where Oxen do low, and Apples do grow,
Where Corn is sown, and Grass is Mown,
Where Pidgeons
do fly, and Rooks nestle high,
Fate give me for Life
a Place;
Gill. Where Hay is well Cockt, and Udders are
stroakt;
Where Duck and Drake, cry quack, quack, quack;
Where Turkeys lay Eggs, and Sows suckle Pigs,
Oh,
there I would pass my days.
Crab. On nought we will feed,
Gill. But what we do breed;
Crab. And wear on our
backs,
Gill. The Wooll of our Flocks.
Crab.
And though Linen feel
Gill. Rough spun from the Wheel;
'Tis cleanly, though course it comes:
Crab.
Town Follys and Cully, and Mollys, and Dollys.
For ever
adieu, and for ever.
Gill. And Beaus, that in Boxes,
lie nouzling the Doxies,
In Wigs that hang down to their
Bums.
2.
Crab. Adieu the Pall-Mall,
the Park and Canal;
St. James's-Square, and Flaunters
there.
The Gaming-house too, where high Dice and low
Are manag'd by all degrees.
Gill. Godb'w'e
to the Knight, was bubl'd last Night;
That keeps
a Blowze, and beats his Spouse,
And now in great haste,
to pay what he lost,
Sends whom to cut down the Trees.
Crab. And hey for the Lad,
Gill. Improves e'ery
Clod:
Crab. That ne'er set his Hond
Gill.
To Bill or to Bond.
Crab. Nor barters his Flocks,
Gill. For Wine or the Pox,
To chouse him of half
his Days;
Crab. But Fishing and Fowling, Hunting and
Bowling,
His Pastimes are ever and ever.
Gill. Whose Lips when ye buss 'em,
Smell like the
Bean Blossom;
Ah, he 'tis, shall have my Praise.
3.
Crab. To Taverns where grow, sowr
Apple and Sloe,
Along adieu, and farewel too
The House of the Great, whose Cook has no Meat
And Butler
can't quench my Thirst;
Gill. Godb'w'e to
the Change, where Rantipols range,
Farewel cold Tea,
and Ratafie,
Hide-Park too, where Pride in Coaches will
Ride,
Although they be choak'd with Dust.
Crab. Farewel the Law-Gown,
Gill. The Plague of the Town,
Crab. And Friends of the Crown,
Gill. Cry'd
up or run down.
Crab. And City Jack Daws,
Gill. That fain would make Laws
To measure by Yards and
Ells;
Crab. Stock-jobbers and Swobbers, and Toasters
and Roasters;
For ever adieu, and for ever,
Gill. We find what you're doing, and home we're a going,
And so you may ring the Bells.
Sir Car. Very humorous and well, by my Ancestors---Why, they were just such Songs as these now, that promoted the pleasant hours of the Great King Harry, and King Chorles lov'd a humorous Song at his heart too; but a pox, we taste nothing now-a-days but your Italian Fricasees, your Qnavers, and your Trillo's, when one of your Down derries and Twangdillo's are worth a hundred of 'em, by my Ancestors.
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First line: Song has no lyrics (?)
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dor. Come let's sit down---would we had some Musick to it.
King. And that we will have presently, for here is a waiter in the House, sings well, and a new thing fit for the purpose, call him up there, sing the Song of the new Reformation.
(Song here.
Dor. Very well Sir---de'e hear, score a Dollar into the reckoning.
Bert. Two, two, score two ye, merry scoundrel, in honour of de grand Roy de Angleterre.
<NOTE: This is the possible location of TDTC9>.
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First line: Tholl loll loll
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Van Sco. Gentlemen there's Min Heer the Burgo-master below, who made his Request to me to tell ye, he would speak with the Marqui Bertran---tholl, loll, loll.
[Sings.
Bert. Oh dat is ver true, he is my Neighbour shentlemen, he live next door to me, and I appoint him to meet me here, hark you Sir, (To Kinglove) one word wid you, sall he come up, he has de rare humour vill make you laugh, morbleau une Estrange Coquin extream Comick. Hark in your Ear.
Dor. Well Sir I see you're very fine.
[Dorange and Scopen stare at each other.
Van Sco. Indifferent Sir,---but
I suppose I am well dressed, I'm so like ye,
tholl,
loll, loll, loll. [Sings and Struts about.
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First line: My dear cockadoodle my jewel my joy
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 2.2, pp.19-20.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( Daniel Purcell?) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.290, n.2244 [Music] Wit and Mirth (1699), pp.257-8 (UMI(2) 1880:18) et al.
Text of song:
Nurse sings.
I.
My
dear Cockadoodle, my Jewel, my Joy,
My Darling, my Honey,
my pretty sweet Boy;
Before I do rock thee with soft
lullaby,
Give me thy dear Lips to be kiss, kiss, kiss.
Smacks the Child.
II.
Thy charming
high Forehead, thy Eyes black as Sloes,
Thy round dimpled
Chin, and thy right Roman Nose,
With some pretty marks
that lye under thy Cloaths,
Shew thou'lt be a rare
one, to kiss, kiss, kiss.
III.
To
make thee grow quickly, I'll do what I can,
I'll
feed thee, I'll stroke thee, I'll make thee a man;
Ah then how the Lasses, Moll, Betty, and Nan,
By
thee will run mad to be kiss, kiss, kiss.
IV.
And when in due season, my Billy shall Wed,
And lead a young Lady from Church to her Bed,
Ah, welfare
the losing of her Maidenhead,
When Billy comes near her
to kiss, kiss, kiss.
V.
The
welfare high Forehead, and Eyes black as Sloes,
And welfare
the Dimple, and welfare the Nose,
And welfare the marks
that lye under thy Cloaths,
For none are more hopeful
to kiss, kiss, kiss.
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First line: Tholl loll loll
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 2.3, p.23.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Van Sc. It may be so, Sir, it may be not, Sir, tholl, loll, loll.
Sings.
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First line: Jockey was a dawdy lad
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 3.1, p.26.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Daniel Purcell (also attrib. to Jeremiah Clarke) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.269, n.1873 [Music] Gildon, Charles, Songs in Phaeton (1698), p.16 (UMI(2) 2429) et al.
Text of song:
Mad. <...> Come, you shall hear a pretty new Scotch Song I made---
Bert. Ay, with all my heart.
A Dance.
Scotch SONG.
I.
Jockey was a dowdy Lad;
And Jemmy swarth and tawny
They, my heart no Captive
made,
For that was prize to Sawny.
Jockey
wooes, and sighs and sues,
And Jemmy offers Money;
Weel, I see, they both love me,
But I love only
Sawny.
II.
Jockey high his
voice can raise,
And Jemmy Tunes the Vyol;
But when Sawny Pipes sweet Layes
My heart kens no denyal.
Yen he sings, and t'other strings,
Tho sweet,
yet only teize me;
Sawny's Flute can only do't,
And Pipe a Tune to please me.
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First line: New reformation begins through the nation
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 4.1, pp.40-1.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Recorded as Henry Purcell, but probably Daniel Purcell (see note below) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.294, n.2314 [Music] Gildon, Charles, Songs in Phaeton (1698), p.15 (UMI(2) 2429) et al.
Text of song:
Waiter. My Lord, the Musick your Lordship order'd wait below to know your pleasure.
Prince. Let 'em come up. Come Gentlemen we'll have a Song.
The New Reformation. A Song.
I.
New
Reformation begins through the Nation
And our grumbling
Sages, in hopes of good wages,
Direct us the way.
Sons of the Muses, then Cloak your Abuses;
And
lest you should trample on Pious Example,
Observe, and
Obey.
Time-frenzy Curers,
And stubborn Non-Jurors,
For want of Employment, now scourge the lewd times:
They've hinted, they've Printed,
Our vein is,
Prophaneness,
The worst of all Crimes;
Dull
Clod-pated Ralliers,
Smiths, Cobblers and Colliers,
Have damn'd all our Rhimes.
II.
Under the notion of zeal for Devotion,
The humour
has fir'd em, or rather inspir'd 'em
To Tutor
the Age:
But if in season, you'd know the true reason,
The hopes of Preferment is what makes some Vermin
Now Rail at the Stage.
Cuckolds and Canters,
With Scruples and Banters,
Th' Old Forty One peal
against Poetry ring.
But let State revolvers,
And Treason-Absolvers,
Excuse if I sing
The
Scoundrel that chooses
To cry down the Muses,
Would cry down the King.
<NOTE: The title-page to "Songs in Phaeton" indicates that the songs were complosed by Daniel, yet the subsequent broadside assigns the composition to Henry. TDTC9, also in "Songs in Phaeton", is explicitly assigned to Daniel>.
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First line: A hundred pound in gold a lusty purse indeed
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 5.2, p.53.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dor. (Sings.) A hundred pound in Gold, a lusty Purse indeed.
Mad. Oh for Heaven's sake, dear Sir, get into that Closet immediately, and I'll contrive to get him away as soon as I can--- Bless me, how you stand---'Dslife if ye don't go in quickly he'll come and catch ye.
Dor.
(Sings.) A lusty Purse indeed.
Did e're so much in
so short time, from one poor Cully bleed.
Mad. Lord, Sir, what dee mean? is this a time for tuning, why my Husband's just coming up stairs.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), 5.3, p.60.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Dor. And now, dear Brother, my heart is so merry, that I wish we had Musick, that since our first meeting was so private, this second might look somewhat more like a Wedding, which shall be to morrow, with more joy than e'er I saw the light.
[Softly to Ang.
King. Sir, Musick shall be my task to procure, for but half an hour ago, I saw a whole Band of them Practising at a Tavern over the way, from this Window here I can becken 'em
Enter Musick, then a Song and Dance; which done, enter Gusset, Van Scopen and Fardell, with the Child.
Gusset. Knowing, Madam, this little Gentleman would add to your Mirth, I have brought it to finish the Entertainment.
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First line: Chloris for once take my advice
Source Edition: The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels (1698), song not printed in play, see TDTC1 for possible location.
First performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 530:2
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Daniel Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.194, n.555 [Music] Gildon, Charles, Songs in Phaeton (1698), p.13 (UMI(2) 2429).
Text of song:
Cloris for once take my advice,
No more be Coy
and vain;
I thank my Stars I can despise
What I despair to gain;
If you your Empire wou'd
retain,
Your way's to use me well;
Men
with good Princes long shou'd Reign,
Bad tempt 'em
to rebell.
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First line: Love is an empty airy name
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 2.1, p.11.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: John Eccles
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared in broadside. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Luc. I know our Disputes might be Eternal on this subject, and therefore let's sit down on this Bank, and I'll sing you a Song.(sings.)
SONG.
Love is an empty airy Name,
A word in course and fashion;
'Tis something
worse creates the Flame,
And Mony moves the Passion.
Then Caelia don't expose your Charms,
And
lavish all your Beauty;
Who'd ever lye within those
Arms,
Where all is thought but Duty?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: All beauty were a foolish toy
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 2.1, p.12.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows the previous one, and is a reply to it>.
For. To be even with you I'll sing you another. (sings.)
SONG.
All Beauty were a foolish Toy,
And more a Curse
than Blessing;
Were we to be debar'd the Joy,
That waits upon Possessing.
Then Caelia
don't the Miser play,
And Starve in height of Plenty;
The Fruit that now looks fresh and gay,
Will fade
at One and twenty.
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First line: Give to the warrior loud and lasting praise
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 3.1, p.23.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Scene opens, and the Company goes in to a Banquet, flourish of Trumpets as they lead up: During the Banquet an Entertainment of Music, Singing and Dancing.
Ode Triumphal.
Give to the Warrior loud and lasting Praise,
May bounteous Blessings crown his Days;
Reach forth the
Laurel, and adorn his Brow,
While Crowds around his Royal
Person bow.
Bow all your Heads, and let the Monarch march,
Under a high and lofty Arch;
Whil'st Wishing
Virgins Throng,
To pay the humble Tribute of a Song.
Jo Triumphe,
Jo Triumphe.
See
the Mighty Nassau's come,
Richly fraught with Honours
home;
Sound, Sound your Trumpets, raise their Clangors
high,
Till with harmonious noise,
We rend
the wond'ring Skies,
And charm the Gods with Warlike
Melody.
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First line: And cling to thy wem like the tail of a lobster
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 3.1, p.24.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bra. Come Bevis, Secreta is your true Friend you know, pray be rul'd by her.
Bev. By the belly of Bacchus Boy and so I will; come old Girl I'll go along with you, (sings.) And cling to thy Wem like the Tail of a Lobster.
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First line: There lately was a maiden fair
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 4.1, p.38.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.346, n.3218 [Wit and Mirth...Second Edition, Volume Two (1707), pp.220-1 (CT(1) 8822:02) et al. First appeared in Wit and Mirth...Second Part (1700), pp.220-1 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Fid. Come, since we have a little time to be Merry, let's call Cicely the Cook-maid, and make her sing us her new Ballad,---yonder she is I vow; Come Sis, prithee sing that Ballad you sung to John the Coach-man this Morning in the Pantry.
Cash. Here Child drink first, and wet thy Whistle.
Cicely Sings.
BALLAD.
I.
There lately was a Maiden Fair,
With ruddy Cheeks, and Nut-brown Hair;
Who up to
Town did trudge Sir.
This pretty Maid, whose Name was
Kate,
Met here a hard unlucky Fate,
As you
anon shall judge Sir.
II.
A
little e're it did grow Dark,
She needs must walk
unto the Park,
The Gentry for to see Sir:
Where soon she met a Foot-man Gay,
Who stop'd her
short, and made her stay
To sit down under Tree Sir.
III.
This Foot-man swore he was a Lord,
Which made poor Kitty soon accord,
And grant him
his full Will Sir.
She Kiss't his Lordship o're
and o're,
And open'd all her Country Store,
And let him take his Fill Sir.
IV.
But when she heard one call out John,
Up rose
her Spark, and strait was gon,
To trot before a Chair
Sir.
He left this Damsel all alone,
To Sigh,
and Sob, and make great Moan,
And sheed full many a Tear
Sir.
V.
Quoth she, if these
be London Tricks,
God send me down amongst my Dicks,
That live on Dunsmore-Heath Sir.
If ever I come
here again,
Or e're believe one Man in ten,
May the Dee'l come stop my Breath Sir.
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First line: Fine laundry Nell [Has got a spell]
Source Edition: The City Lady: or, Folly Reclaim'd (1696), 5.1, p.44.
First performed: December 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 140:17 (1697)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ped. Bear me! I warrant thou art able to bear an Elephant, had he but Knees and Elbows to rest upon. Thou shalt hear me sing the Song that I made upon my Laundress at Oxford. (Sings.)
1.
Fine Laundry Nell,
Has
got a Spell,
To Charm the Ars Magister;
She
does protest,
By the very best,
A Baccaulaur
ne'er kist her.
2.
Od's
heart, quoth I,
Then thou shalt try,
The
Mettle of a Fresh-man;
So fell to work,
Like
any Turk,
And scorn'd her fie and pish Man.
3.
When I was eas'd,
She was so pleas'd,
She swore by the Beards of Doctors;
That with such Art,
I play'd my part,
I outdid both the Proctors.
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First line: Toll loll in Mary sides all now
Source Edition: The Country Wake (1696), 4.2, pp.44-5 (actually pp.52-3).
First performed: April 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 736:1
Author: Thomas Dogget
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hob, Ch'm coming, ch'm coming (he Sings) Toll, loll, in Mary, Sides all now, sides all.
Friend. Hob, Hob.
Hob, Ch'm coming, ch'm coming Master, toll, loll,&c.
O. Hob. within. Hob, Hob.
Hob, Ch'm coming, ch'm coming <...> Come begin again, strike up scratch, Toll, loll, doll, loll, &c.
O. Hob. within, Hob, Hob, Where be ye?
Hob, Ch'm coming, ch'm coming, what the Devil can't you be quiet a bit, toll, loll, &c.<...>
Hob, I won't go in, so I won't, if that trouble ye, I will Dance, and Dance again---Angerly, toll, loll,&c.
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First line: Come Hodge come Robin come John
Source: The Country Wake (1696), song not printed in play.
First performed: April 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 736:1
Author: Thomas Dogget
Composer: John Eccles
Performer/s: Mr. Wiltshire and Mrs. Hudson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.200, n.653 [Music] Score is in Deliciae Musicae... Second Book of Second Volume (1696), pp.11-6 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Lyrics unavailable to compiler.
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First line: Of all the simple things we do
Source: The Country Wake (1696), song not printed in play.
First performed: April 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 736:1
Author: Thomas Dogget
Composer: Unrecorded ( John Eccles?) ( nwc)
Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.309, n.2571 [Music] Songs Compleat, Pleasant and Divertive (1719), pp.249-50 (CT(1) 6428:07) et al.
Text of song:
Of all the simple things
we do,
To rub over a Whimsical Life;
There's
no one Folly is so true,
As that very bad Bargain a Wife;
We'er just like a Mouse in a Trap,
Or Vermin
caught in a Gin;
We Sweat and Fret, and try to Escape,
And Curse the sad Hour we came in.
I Gam'd
and Drank, and play'd the Fool,
And a Thousand Mad
frolicks more;
I Rov'd and Rang'd, despis'd
all Rule,
But I never was Married before;
This was the worst Plague could ensue,
I'm Mew'd
in a smoky House;
I us'd to Tope a Bottle or two,
But now 'tis small Beer with my Spouse.
My
darling Freedom crown'd my joys,
And I never was
vext in my way;
If now I cross her Will her Voice,
Makes my Lodging too hot for my stay;
Like a Fox
that is hamper'd in vain,
I fret out my Heart and
Soul;
Walk too and fro the length of my Chain,
Then forc'd to Creep into my Hole.
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First line: She flies in vain
Source: The Country Wake (1696), song not printed in play.
First performed: April 1696 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 736:1
Author: Thomas Dogget
Composer: John Eccles
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared as a broadside. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Lyrics unavailable to compiler.
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First line: Your north down ale is muddy
Source Edition: The Empress of Morocco (1673), 2.1, pp.11-2.
First performed: c.December 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:5 (1674)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
In the Intervalls of the dance, this Song is sung by the Court, and the Chorus excellently perform'd by all the voices and instruments.
SONG.
Stanza I.
Your North-down Ale is muddy,
French
Wine quite spoils your studdy,
'Twill make your Brains
so addle,
As any jog i'th' Cradle.
Chorus. 'Twill make your &c.
Stanza II.
All strong Beer makes you duller,
Than Porter, Groom, or Sculler:
Excess of Sack does dull
some,
And Chocolate is fulsome,
And Coffee
now does gull some.
Chorus. Excess of Sack, &c.
Stanza III.
It elevates the Reason,
No higher than damn'd Treason;
Which makes
the Saints to love it,
And all new lights approve it.
Chorus. Which makes the &c.
Stanza IV.
Brumsick Mum's meer puddle,
And Rhenish Wine base fuddle,
But Brandy is the Liquor,
Makes all your veins flow quicker:
Brandy the best
of Nectars,
Makes us bolder than Hectors,
Fearing no Ghosts nor Specters.
Chorus. Brandy the best
&c.
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First line: A health a health to mother C
Source Edition: The Empress of Morocco (1673), Epilogue, pp.33-4.
First performed: c.December 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:5 (1674)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Tune (if traditional): A Boat, A Boat
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter two Spirits with Brandy burning, which drink while it flames, Heccate and the three VVitches Sing. To the Tune of, A Boat, a Boat,&c.
Hec. A health, a health to Mother C---
From
Moor-fields fled to Mill-bank Castle,
She puts off rotten
new rig'd Vessel.
1. VVitch. A health, a health
to G--- that VVitch,
She needs must be in spight of fate
Rich,
VVho sells tough Hen for Quail and Partridg.
2. Witch. A health, a health to Sister T---
Her Trade's chief beauty and example,
She'll
serve the Gallant, or the Pimp, well.
3. VVitch.
A health, a health to Betty B---
Though she began the
Trade but newly,
Of Country Squires there's not a
few lye.
Chorus. But of all the brisk Bawdes 'tis
M--- for me,
'Tis M--- the best in her degree;
She can serve from the Lord, to the Squire and Clown,
From a Guinny she'll fit ye to half a Crown.
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First line: I come I come alack and well a-day
Source Edition: The Empress of Morocco (1673), Epilogue, pp.36-8.
First performed: c.December 1673
UMI(2) reel no.: 209:5 (1674)
Author: Thomas Duffett
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Hec. He that wou'd damn this Farce does strive in vain
This charm can never be o'recome by man,
'Till
Whetstones Park remove to Distaff Lane.
Within Singing.
Heccate! Heccate! Come away.
Hec. Heark I am call'd---
She Sings.
I come; I come; Alack and well a-day.
Alack
and well a-day.
Within. <spoken> The Pot boyls over while you stay---
Heccate.
Vanish---
In Basket Chariot I will mount,
'Tis
time I know it by my count.
Thunder and Lightning: while they are flying up Heccate Sings.
The Goose
and the Gander went over the Green,
They flew in the
Corn that they could not be seen.
Chorus. They flew, &c.
The three Witches Sing.
Rose-mary's green, Rose-mary's green,
derry, derry, down.
When I am King, thou shalt be Queen,
derry, derry, down.
If I have Gold, thou shalt
have part,
derry, derry, down.
If I have
none thou hast my heart.
derry, derry, down.
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First line: Abroad as I was walking upon a summer day
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 2.1, pp.17-8.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.163, n.5 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Part 2 (1700), pp.179-80 (UMI(2) 1821:19) and others.
Text of song:
Sabin. <...> Come, prithee sing us a Scotch Song, I know thou art good at it.
Scotch Song.
Abroad as I was walking upon a Summer Day,
There I met with a Beggar-woman cloathed all in gray;
Her Clothes they were so torn, you might have seen her skin.
She was the first that taught me to see the Golin.
Ah see the Golin, my Jo, see the Golin.
You Youngsters
of delight, pray take it not in scorn,
She came of Adam's
Seed, though she was basely born:
And though her Cloathes
were torn, yet she had a Milk-white skin,
She was the
first, &c.
She had a pretty little Foot,
and a moyst Hand,
With which she might compare to any
Lady in the Land;
Ruby Lips, Cherry Cheeks, and a Dimpled
Chin,
She was the, &c.
Whan
that ay had wooed her, and wad her twa my will,
Ay could
not then devise the way to keep her Baby still.
She bid
me be at quiet, for she valued it not a Pin,
She was,
&c.
Then she takes her Bearn up, and wraps
it weel in Clothes,
And then she takes a Golin and stuck
between her Toes;
And ever as the Lurden cry'd, or
made any Din,
She shook her Foot and cry'd my Jo,
see the Golin.
Ah see the Golin my Jo, see the Golin.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.42.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cellid. Pish---Prithee what shou'd I think of it?---heark! what noise is this?
[Noise of singing and shouting within.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.43.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tho. Come, strike up a flourish---and Sirrah, do you sing the Serenading Song I taught ye t'other Night; Wee'l bear the Chorus.
SONG. And Dance.
<NOTE: No lyrics have been provided for this song. This song is distinct from the one that follows after a few lines of dialogue. That particular song is sung in response to the question posed in the dialogue following this song>.
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First line: Oh what is that to you ye fool
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.43.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Servant above.
Servant. Who's there? what noise is this?---what Rogue at these hours---dares disturb us thus?
Tho. (Sings.) Oh what is that to you
ye Fool?
Oh what is that to you?
Pluck in
your face---ye bawling Ass,
Or I will break your Nose.
With a hey downe, downe, downe, downa. [Exit Servant.
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First line: There was a noble merchant
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.44.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tho. Come Sirrah, now sing the English Ballad.
Fidler. There was a Noble Merchant
That lived
in a Town,
He had an onely Daughter,
That
was both fair and brown;
Sing hey trangdillo, dillo down.
A Noble Knight likewise,
On whom Fortune did
frown,
He got her Maidenhead once in thrice,
Sing hey trangdillo down, down, derry down.
<NOTE: The next song follows after one line of dialogue>.
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First line: The twelfth of April on May-day
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.44.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Lyrics: Familiar catch?--lyrics had previously appeared in JFMT3 .
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This dialogue separates this from the previous song>.
Tho. No stirring yet?---I believe the Devil has charm'd 'em asleep. Come, flourish agen, and the t'other Song---
Fidler.
The Twelfth of April on May-Day,
My House, and Goods
were stolne away.
Tho. Hold, hold---she comes---Sirrah, give me the Address I gave you in writing t'other day.
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First line: My man Thomas did me promise
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.45.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cellid. Hush---you shall hear a Dialogue between us.
<sings> My Man Thomas did me promise
He wou'd Visit me this Night.
Tho. What? Musical?---nay, let me alone for answering that.
<sings>
I am here Love, tell me dear Love,
How I may obtain thy
sight.
Cellid. <sings> Come up to
the Window my Love,
Come up to the Window my Dear;
Here's a Ladder of Rope,
That will help to
guide thee up,
And thou sha't be lodged here.
Throwes down a Ladder of Ropes.
Tho. (sings) And 'Faith, I'll be with thee strait,<speaks> she's very kind o'th' sudden, ha Sirrah?---go, all be gone, there's money.
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First line: Sir Eglamore that valiant knight
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, p.45.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.333, n.2985 [Music] Second Book of Pleasant Musical Companion (1686), no.20 (UMI(2) 193:3).
Text of song:
SONG.
Tho. Sir Eglamore
that Valiant Knight, [Sings going up.
Hey down, down
a down;
So bruised was with grievous frights,
Hey down, down, downa down.
For he had been Cuffing so
long with the Dragon,
That nothing could quench his thirst
but a whole flaggon,
With a hey down, down, downa, &c.
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First line: The duke he was a noble man
Source Edition: Trick for Trick, or The Debauched Hypocrite (1678), 4.2, pp.45-6.
First performed: March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 490:21
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tho. <...> Sirrah, now sing.
Cellid. Lucilla.
Lucill. I'm ready, Madam.
Fidler. <sings> The Duke, he was a Noble Man,
as any in the Town,
Tho. Phoo, phoo---what's this? oh!
He climbs up, and Lucilla with aDevil's Vizard frights him.
Fidler. <sings>
But climbing to promotion,
he suddenly fell down.
She offers to Kiss him, and he falls down.
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First line: And buffing and puffing
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), 2.2, p.15.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Old Wine. <...> We came hither to be merry;
'tis a day of Jubilee,
I'faith he shall Sing.
Sir For. Sir, were his Songs moral and edifying, I should dispence with the noise; but this is a lewd Rogue, that gleans up all the fragments of cast Bawdy to make Songs A-la-mode, as he calls 'um: Sirrah can you sing the battle of Mardike?
1st. Fid. No indeed Sir.
Sir For. I told you so---not
sing the Battel of Mardike?
Why thou ignorant Rogue,
where hast thou bin bred?
(Sings) And buffing,
And puffing,
And Snuffing, And Cuffing the Spaniard:
Whose Brows have bin dy'd in a Tan-yard,
Well
got Fame, a Warriours Wife.
Old Wine. O brave Sir Formal.
Sir For. Ah Sir, there's some
matter in this now, an ill bred
Raskal, not sing the
Battle of Mardike <...>
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First line: The age is refin'd and the vulgar no more
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), 2.2, pp.16-7.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.164, n.19 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, The Fool Turn'd Critick (1678), pp.16-7.
Text of song:
Small. One of thy best Songs now, thy Newest---a Song A-la-mode---
No matter what he sayes, I'le reward thee.
Song.
<1.>
The Age is refin'd,
and the Vulgar no more
Are despis'd for their Talent
of sense.
Good Wit, at the best is esteem'd but a
jest,
A fool is encourag'd, Desert is supprest:
That will flourish a hundred years hence.
2.
Fierce Criticks like Kings, rule over this Isle;
As the insolent Judges of Wit:
And though they
have none, but what is deer bought,
Yet to be judicious,
they fain would be thought:
By the gleanings they get
in the Pit.
3.
Then let the
precise, despair to be wise,
Let wisedom forsake his
abode.
Since Wit is made none, by the Fops of the Town,
Debauches increas'd, and good fancies o'rethrown.
Chorus, By a pleasant Vice Alamode.
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First line: I found my Caelia one night undressed
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), 4.2, pp.35-6.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.249, n.1520 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, The Fool Turn'd Critick (1678), pp.35-6.
Text of song:
Lady A. <...> Come Betty the Song: Pray observe Sir,'tis a little wanton, that's all the fault I know in it.
SONG.
<1.>
I found my Caelia one night undrest,
A precious
Banquet for languishing Love,
The charming object a flame
increast,
Which never, ah never, till then I prov'd;
Her delicate skin, and starry eye,
Made me a secret
bliss pursue,
But with her soft hand she still put it
by,
And cry'd, Fie Amintor what would you do?
2.
Her words and blushes so fir'd
my heart,
I pull'd her to me and clasp'd her
around,
And though with Cunning she play'd her part:
Yet fainter, and fainter, her threats I found.
But when I least thought on her, least I desir'd,
My Love a forbearance should allow;
A touch of her hand,
my heart so inspir'd:
My Passion was melted I know
not how.
3.
Which when fair
Caelia's quick eye perceiv'd,
And found by my
calmness my passions decay,
Her Fate she inwardly seem'd
to grieve:
That Fool'd her, and Cool'd her, so
base away.
She sigh'd and look'd pale to see
me dull,
And in her heart, this oath she swore,
She never again would slight an address:
Nor the
Critical minute refuse no more.
<NOTE: The dialogue preceding and following the song relate to it>.
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First line: How happy is he that is free
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), 5.3, p.50.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.243, n.1415 but it applies only to the lyrics which has no score.
Text of song:
Enter Tim.
Tim. sings.
How
happy is he that is free
From the Troubles and Cares
of the Wise:
That Banquets his sense
With
a world of expence,
And hates the dull life of the sordid
precise.
<This song is reprised by this character after a brief dialogue>
Sings.
How Happy is he that is free, &c.
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First line: No more dull reason seek no more
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), 5.3, pp.51-2.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Part of the song recorded in Day and Murrie, p.295, n.2332 [Music] D'Urfey, Thomas, The Fool Turn'd Critick (1678), pp.51-2.
Text of song:
Enter Tim and Musicians.
Tim. Come Friends, keep your Time, pray observe Sir.
SONG.
<1.>
No more dull Reason,
seek no more
To feed me to thy slender food:
Thy sober precepts have no power,
To keep me from my
chiefest good.
In Love and Wine my Bliss relyes,
And he that e're would happy be,
His growing
Appetite must prize:
Defie all Cares, and live like me.
<Chor.> To ramble from Taverns is nightly
our task,
To roar through the streets, and debauch the
next Mask;
To baffle the Watch, in despight of their
Bills,
Get home; and next morning to Breakfast with Pills;
Till crampt with the Pox, we aspire to renown,
The State, and are call'd brisk Men of the Town.
2.
We know no Rapture, own no Wit,
But what Impertinence
is known;
At Playes we range our selves ith' Pit.
And bate all Fancies but our own.
We rail and hiss,
that men may see
We men of Sense and Judgment are;
But if examined seriously:
The Devil a grain we
have to spare.
Chorus To Ramble, &c.
<NOTE: Music is only provided for the chorus>.
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First line: Room for a man of the town
Source Edition: The Fool Turned Critic (1676), song not printed in play.
First performed: 18 November 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 867:7 (1678)
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.323, n.2818 [Music] Lyrics are in A New Collection of Songs, 1683, p.3, held in the British Museum. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Lyrics unavailable to compiler.
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First line: There was Andrew and Susan Rebecca and Will
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 2.3, pp.17-8.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wench. Well, 'tis a pure Song, I'll say't; Good Honny, Roger, Teach it me it once more.
Roger. Come---with all my heart; Strike up then---hem, hem.
Sans. Hah! What's that?
Roger Sings.] There was
Andrew and Susan, Rebecca and Will;
Wench. Roger and
Sisly, and William and Mary,
Rog. There was Kate of the
Kitchin, and Kit of the Mill.
Wench. John the Ploughman,
and Jone of the Dairy.
Roger. To Sollace their Hearts,
and to Sweeten their Labour,
Wench. All met on a time
with a Pipe and a Tabor.
Sans. How---Nothing but two dirty Devils Singing a Dam'd Ballad; sure I have not mistook the Window; [Offer agen, Sing agen.] Ds'death, what a Squaling Noise the Quean makes. Hah, agen; A Plague on ye, stop your Braying, or I'll Shoot.
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First line: The world is full of hurry
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 2.3, p.23.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Briss. Wher's the Musick? a pox on 'em let's begin then and put it out of my head, and in the mean time---de hear, let the banquet be made ready in the next Room.
L. Briss. Well, and to let him see I understand Gallantry, I'll add to his Musical Entertainment, and Sing my self, if any here can bear part in the late new Dialogue.
Tonn. That can I, Sir, and in honour of the Count I'll shew ye my skill Immediately.
[Song and Dance here, and Exeunt all but Gulliamour and Vandsome.]
Dialogue between Tonnere and Lady Brissac.
<1.>
Lady B. The World is full of hurry;
Our Heroe's
hunt for Glory,
To swell our future STORY
With Deeds of high Renown.
Tonnere. Religion and Ambition
Make us in poor Condition,
Till for our sad Division
A General Peace Attone.
(2.)
L.
Briss. Then Brawling War forsaking,
In Love new Tryalls
making;
Instead of Cittys Taking
I'll
Storm your Heart alone.
Tonnere. When to Enjoyment hasting,
Let Youth be slowly wasting,
And Beauty long be
Tasting;
I'll wish no Monarch's Crown.
(3.)
Lady Br. When first the World and
Matter
Were form'd by the Creator,
Tonner.
Three onely Things in Nature
Were worth a Mortal's
Care.
Lady Br. First Wit in Bounteous Measure,
Then Women for our Pleasure.
Tonner. And Moderate
store of Treasure:
To Entertaine the Fair.
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First line: Ye pretty birds that chirp and sing
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 3.1, pp.28-9.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: William Croft
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.394, n.4054. Lyrics only appear in Songs Compleat ...Volume Two (1719), p.96 et al.
Text of song:
Love's Rapture. A Song.
I.
Ye pretty Birds, that Chirp and Sing,
Ye Trees and Plants, that Bud and Grow;
Ye fragrant
Flowers, that bless the Spring,
Tell me whence comes
it you do so.
Hark, hark, they answer, 'tis Celestial
Fire
The Gods call Love, that does us all inspire.
II.
That sacred Flame that sweetly Charms
My Soul when lovely Cinthia sings,
That all Creations
Labour warms,
And Matter to Perfection brings:
The busie useless Sun may cease to shine,
'Tis
Love that sheds the Influence Divine.
Second Movement.
Then Lovers love on, and get Heaven betimes,
He that Loves well, attones for the worst of his Crimes.
Jove's Gate is lock'd fast on the Sordid and Base;
But the generous Lover is sure of a Place:
And
the Nymph her Elizium need question no more,
When her
Saint has a Key to open the door.
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First line: Money money money money money money
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 4.1, p.36.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Vand. Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money. (sings.)
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First line: Hey hoe [The clock has just struck four]
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 4.1, pp.41-2.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir B. <...> Come Chuck, sit down, and to make us merry, I have two English Chairmen without, shall sing a humour made upon on of those Puppies---Hey, Chairmen, come in their, bring the Chair, and Act it as you us'd to do.
Re-enter Grossiere, and Butler, with a Flask. Enter 2 Chairmen with a Chair.
A new Dialogue, sung between two Chairmen, suppos'd to be waiting all Night at a Tavern-door, for a Town-Rake.
1 Ch. Hey hoe, hey hoe, hey hoe--- [yawning]
The Clock has just struck four,
The Chimes to tell the
hour;
And morning Cocks that Crow, hey hoe, hoe.
2 Ch. My Lord, [yawns betwixt each word.] my Lord, my Lord---
My mad Lord Rantipoll
Sure now his Gutts are full,
Will think 'tis time to go---hey hoe, hey hoe,
1 Ch. No, 'tis too soon, he's not yet Cram'd to th'
Top,
Faith, Tom, let's home,
Pox on him
he ne're budges, till the Sun be up.
2 Ch. Odsbud,
as poor as I am grown,
I'd rather lose his nastly
Crown
1 Ch. And so had I
Confound me if I
lye,
Than wait on such a Fop.
2. Ch. What
pranks has he been playing all this day,
1 Ch. Before,
and since, we brought him to the Play.
2 Ch. He pull'd
a Parson by the Ears,
As he was going to say Prayers,
And Rabbit like from Cussack stript.
1 Ch. Next
morning met a Senator
And him through Midrife whipt.
2 Ch. You Rogue says he, I'll maul you for
The want of Money in the Nation,
Land Taxes, and the
Damning Capitation.
1 Ch. Windows breaking,
2 Ch. Children scaring,
1 Ch. Women Ruffling,
2 Ch. Cuckolds daring.
1 Ch. Bullies frighting, slow
of fighting,
2 Ch. Nor old nor young, degree nor Sexes
sparing.
Both. Nor old nor &c.
1
Ch. He twice raiz'd the Mob
2 Ch. And we twice releiv'd
him:
1 Ch. From Counter and Newgate,
2 Ch.
Gallows repriev'd him.
1 Ch. By handling our Poles,
and stout words of defial,
2 Ch. We brought him off safe
to the Theatre-Royal:
1 Ch. But no sooner got there,
and secure from the Rout,
2 Ch. When this troublesom
Bear puts the Actors all out.
By squobling in the Pit
With a Rake-hell he met.
1 Ch. About two confounded
Whores,
Who convey'd him out of doors.
And for Supper at last, sav'd the Fool and his Feather,
2 Ch. And here in the Tavern-they're drunk altogether.
Both. And here, &c.
Chorus.
Then, Tom, to th' Army let's away,
Nor
longer wait at Tavern door,
But take King William's
Royal Pay,
Sit up all Night, and Pimp no more.
Whilst they, like two Bitches, and he a third Brute,
Feel the Constable's Clutches, or trudge home a foot.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Intrigues at Versailles (1697), 5.1, p.58.
First performed: May 1697 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 415:8
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Briss. Come, gad we have been so long out of humour, about these matters, that methinks I want a little mirth: Let's have a Bottle and a little Musick. Spouse, if you would have me in humour, and believe what you say. Sing me a Song against Cuckold-making. Hey, within, bid my Servants that I ordered for the Musical Entertainment to night, come and give it presently; and dee hear, bring a Bottle.
Enter Servants with Wine, and then a Song and a Dance are performed.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Injured Princess, or The Fatal Wager (1682), 1.1, p.6.
First performed: March 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cloten. I thought she could not hold out long: Come Jachimo, thou and I will go and prepare a Serenade for her.
Jach.
Let's put old Drybones there upon a wooden Dromedary,
Carry him before her Window, and make him sing her a Song.
Cloten. Ha, ha, he! 'twould be rare sport faith; but hang him, we won't do him that honour: Come, come away.
[Exeunt singing.
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First line: Song has no lyrics (?)
Source Edition: The Injured Princess, or The Fatal Wager (1682), 2.4, p.21.
First performed: March 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clot. Come, begin then, first play and then sing; you shall
Charm her with your Fingers, and you with your Tongue,
Whilst I, God Mars, brandish my Weapon; and if
Tonguing, fingering and fighting, don't please her,
The Devil's in her.
Flutes and a Song here; a Lady looks out.
Lelia. My Lady is rising Sir, she hears your Musick.
<NOTE: This is the probable location of TDTIP3>.
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First line: The larks awake the drowsy morn
Source Edition: The Injured Princess, or The Fatal Wager (1682), song not printed in play; for probable scene location see TDTIP2.
First performed: March 1682 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 787:6
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.272, n.1924 [Music] Wit and Mirth...Volume Two, Second Edition (1707), pp.302-3 (CT(1) 8822:02) et alia. First appeared in A New Collection of Songs (1683), p.12 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
The Larks awake the drouzy
morn
My dearest lovely Chloe rise,
And with
the dazling Rays adorn,
The Ample World and Azure Skies:
Each eye of thine out-shines the Sun,
Tho deckt
in all his light,
As much as he excells the Moon,
Or each small twinkling Star at Noon,
Or Meteor
of the Night.
Look down and see your Beauty's
power
See, see the heart in which you reign;
No Conquer'd slave in Triumph bore,
Did ever wear
so strong a Chain:
Feed me with smiles that I may live,
I'll never wish to be free;
Nor ever hope for
kind Reprieve,
Or Loves grateful bondage leave,
For Immortality.
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First line: Rich mines of hot love are rooted here
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 2.1, pp.14-5.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: Unrecorded ( John Eccles?)
Performer/s: Mr. Bowman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.323, n.2810. Score appears in Deliciae Musicae... First Book of Second Volume (1696), p.18--not on microfilm. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Goos. <...> I was sent for the other day by a Lady of no small Rank, to teach her a Song in her Closet.---It's one of my own composing; I'll sing it you, Ladies.
Ply. O! by all means,---I beseech you, Sir.
Goos. Pray observe the Sweetness of its Air, and the Delicacy of its Turn and Cadence.
A SONG.
I.
Rich mines of Hot
Love are rooted here:
Flashes of Flames in my Eyes appear,
When swift as the Sun,
To th' Arms of Thetis
I run, I run, I run,
To seize of my Bliss,
In the Parts where 'tis,
Oh! you know, you
know, you know where.
II.
She
laid by 'r knotting with wondrous haste,
And took
me about my well-shap'd Waste:
I envy'd not Jove
His Caelestial Throne,
Nor all the gods above:
Whilst Kisses came on,
And something was done,
Which I know, I know, I know best.
Purf. Was there ever any thing so ridiculous?--- [aside.
Ply. I protest, Sir, it's very pretty and peculiar.
Goos. Ay, so it is, Madam: What an Engaging Freedom is there in that, Oh you know, you, &c. Alas! this is but the loose droppings of my Pen.---Upon my soul, my Songs are reputed the Standard of Lyrick Poesy.---Most of those Odes that are entit'led, Done by a Person of Quality, are mine.---I design to write a Play by the same hand.
Purf. If you copy your self, you won't fail of one good Character.
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First line: Full of the god I feel my raging soul
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 3.[4], p.22.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1106 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book (1696), pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 1899:5).
Text of song:
Bell. <...> A hey Rapier; come and sing me the Song you learn'd last.
A SONG. Set by Mr. John Eccles.
I.
Full of
the God I feel my raging Soul,
Around their Spheres,
my glowing Eye-balls roul.
Sparkling forth Raptures from
my active Breast,
In vain I beg the sullen God of Sleep.
In vain I call him from his gloomy Deep,
To fetter
up my wandring Thoughts to rest.
II.
See, see, bright scorching Flames about me rise,
Bright as the Beams of my Clorinda's Eyes,
And I
the Martyr in those Flames rejoyce.
Sound all your Flutes,
ye softest pow'rs of Love;
Warble your Triumphs from
your Seats above;
Then chant my Requium with a dying
Voice.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 4.1, p.30.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ald. <...> Oh how did they caper it, ferk it and jerk it under the green-wood Tree. [Sings and Dances.] O Lawd, O Lawd, I am taken with a strange Dizziness in my Head---Pray, Madam, have you ever a Coach, or a Pallat-bed, where I might repose my self a little.
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First line: Let us revel and roar the whole world is our store
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 4.1, pp.32-3.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.278, n.2020 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Fifth Book (1696), p.26 (UMI(2) 1899:5).
Text of song:
Ves. Your Character is so honourable, and your Ingenuity so conspicuous, that I shall be proud of serving you---Within here, in my Chamber, I have my Scutcheon; if you please, you shall go in and see it. [A Noise of Roaring and Singing without.]
[Bullies without.] Scour, scour, scour; Ferret, ferret the Whores; Bolt, bolt. <...>
Bull. 'Sbud unrig her, uncase her; make the Picture of Fortune of her, and let her shew the Naked truth. [Ves. slips off.
A SONG.
I.
Let us Revel and Roar, the whole World
is our Store;
Nay, the Gods shall Club to our Pleasure:
When we Wallow all Night, in an unknown Delight,
Aurora discovers the Treasure.
II.
Let
us never Repine, whilst brisk Wenches and Wine,
Make
the Brims of our Lives run over;
Leave the How and the
What, to the Politick Sot,
And the When, to the Fool
of a Lover.
III.
Thus free
from all Cares of Taxes and Wars,
We know not the Name
of Dull Sorrow;
Ev'ry Purse is our Prey, which we
spend in a Day,
And the Devil take Care for to morrow.
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First line: Every purse is our prey (reprise)
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 5.1, p.33.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Eager and the Bullies go off shaking the Purse, and Singing, Every Purse is our Prey, which, &c. and crying, Scour, scour, scour.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of the final couplet of TDTLL4>.
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First line: Lol lol la ra la ra
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 5.1, p.34.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Goos. <...> I would have the Eyes of a Whole street upon the Gaze, as soon as ever I approach it.---Lol, lol; la, ra, la, ra.[Tunes aloud.
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First line: Come away sweet if thou lov'st
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 5.1, p.39.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sap. Mass I'se lead her thither then. [Hawls her by the Tail, and Sings.] Come away, come away; sweet if thou lov'st, come away.
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First line: Come Thyrsis come let us our voices try
Source Edition: The Lover's Luck (1695), 5.[2], p.45.
First performed: December 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1355:1 (1696)
Author: Thomas Dilke
Composer: Set by John Eccles, but music not extant (?)
Performer/s: Mr. Reading and Mrs. Hodgson
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
An Entertainment of Singing and Dancing by Sheppards and Satyrs; in the beginning of which, Sprightly slips off, Goosandelo and Jocond at one Door, and Breviate and Plyant at the other, who soon after return again. At the latter End of the Dance, Bellair appears in Disguise.
A SONG, in Dialogue, Sung by Mr. Reading and Mrs. Hodgson: Set by Mr. John Eccles.
I. Come, Thyrsis, come; let us our Voices try,
And Charm the Woods with Orphean Melody.
2. This is the
Glorious Annual Night,
That first gave fair Corinna Light.
1. The Bright Corinna,
2. Divine Corinna.
1. Corinna, who has Joys in store;
2. Corinna,
whom all Eyes adore:
[Both.] Corinna, who, &c.
1. Come, let us of her Graces tell,
Charms
that do Themselves excell.
2. Let us softest Notes reherse,
And Sing her Beauties in Immortal Verse.
[Both.]
Let us softest, &c.
CHORUS.
We'll all joyn in Chorus, and Eccho her Praise;
Pay our Vows to the Gods, to smile on her Days:
May she ever be Gay, may she ever be Young;
As our Harmony
sweet, and as soft as our Song.
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