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First line: I keep my horse I keep my whore
Source Edition: The Widdow (1652), 3.1, p.27
First performed: revived 16 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 151:7
Author: Thomas Middleton, Ben Jonson and John Fletcher (?)
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.250, n.1536 [Music] Second Book of the Pleasant Musical Companion, Part II (1686), no.26 (UMI(2) 193:3) et alia. Note that the score records the song as being from Henry the Fourth.
Text of song:
La. Well, here comes one I'm sure you never heard then.
Song.
I keep my Horse, I keep my Whore,
I take no
Rents, yet am not poor;
I traverse all the Land about,
And yet was born to never a foot:
With Partridge
plump, with Woodcock fine
I doe at midnight often dine;
And if my Whore be not in case,
My Hostesse daughter
h'as her place;
The Maids sit up, and watch their
turns,
If I stay long the Tapster mourns;
The Cook-maid has no mind to sin,
Though tempted by the
Chamberlin;
But when I knock, oh how they bustle,
The Ostler yawns, the Goldings justle.
If Maid
but sleep, oh how they curse her!
And all this comes
of, Deliver your purse sir.
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First line: How round the world goes and everything that's in it
Source Edition: The Widdow (1652), 3.1, p.29.
First performed: revived 16 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 151:7
Author: Thomas Middleton, Ben Jonson and John Fletcher (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
La. You shall have Songs enough.
Song.
How round the world goes, and every thing that's in
it,
The Tydes of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute:
From the Usurer to his Sons, there a current swiftly runs,
From the Sons to Queans in chief, from the gallant to the Thief,
From the Thief unto his Host; from the Host to Husband-men;
From the Country to the Court, and so it comes to us agen.
How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it,
The Tides of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute.
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First line: If in this question I proposed to thee
Source Edition: The Widdow (1652), 3.1, p.31.
First performed: revived 16 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 151:7
Author: Thomas Middleton, Ben Jonson and John Fletcher (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
I. If in this question I proposed
to thee
Be any, any choice,
Let me have thy
voice.
2. You shall most free.
I. Which hadst
thou rather be
If thou might choose thy life,
A Fools, a fools Mistress,
Or an old mans wife?
2. The choice is hard, I know not which is best,
One ill y'ar bound too, and I think that's least.
I. But being not bound, my dearest sweet,
I could shake
off the other.
2. Then as you lose your sport by one,
You lose your name by t'other.
I. You counsell
well, but love refuses,
What good counsell often chooses.
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First line: Give me fortune give me health
Source Edition: The Widdow (1652), 4.1, pp.51-2.
First performed: revived 16 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 151:7
Author: Thomas Middleton, Ben Jonson and John Fletcher (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song, in parts by the Thieves.
Give me
fortune, give me health,
Give me freedom, I'le get
wealth.
Who complains his fate's amiss,
When he has the wide world his?
He that has the Devill
in fee,
Can have but all, and so have wee.
Give us fortune, give us Health,
Give us freedom, wee'l
get wealth.
In every Hamlet, Town and Cittie,
He has Lands, that was born wittie.
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First line: Distracting jealousies and fears
Source Edition: Alcibiades (1675), 2.1, pp.16-7.
First performed: 22? September 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:4
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Priest Sings.
Distracting Jealousies
and fears,
Heart-breaking sobs and restless tears
Fly to the breasts that are
Wrack't with despair
In this,
Priest. Or this.
Cho. No tears
but those of Joy, no paintings but of bliss.
Priestess.
Yes, yes, by Love alone we see
On Earth the glorys of
a Diety:
For 'tis the greatest work above,
To be innocent and Love.
Those then that flame
so nobly here,
What Ravishing delights must they have
there!
Cho. Who on Earth to their honour are just, and
their Love
Must reap the chief blessings above.
Priest. Let's then proceed, and Hymens aid implore,
To joyn those hands whose hearts were link't before.
Priestess. Agreed.
Priest. Agreed.
Priestess. Agreed.
Priest. Agreed.
Cho. Hymen,
Oh Hymen, come away,
Crown the wishes of this day.
See, see these pure refin'd desires,
Wait at
thy Torch, wait at thy Torch to improve their fires.
Whilst this Chorus is singing, Hymen enters with his Torch, and joyns their hands with a Wreath of Roses, which the Priestess strikes with her Spear and breaks, then they offer both parts upon the Altar.
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First line: The brightest goddess of the sky
Source Edition: Alcibiades (1675), 4.1, p.33.
First performed: 22? September 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:4
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Qu. Fye! put these formal complements away,
Ardella sing that Song I heard to day.
SONG.
<1.>
The brightest Goddess
of the Sky,
How did she panting sighing lye,
And languishing desire to dye!
For the Triumphant God
of war,
Amidst his Trophies did appear,
As
charming rough as she was fair.
2.
Their
loves were blest, they had a Son,
The little Cupid, who
has shown
More conquest then his Sire e're won.
He grew the mightiest God above,
By which we him
a Rebel prove
To heav'n, that dares be so to Love.
3.
How soft the delights, and how charming
the joy,
Where love and injoyment each other support!
Let the Cynical fool call pleasure a toy,
Who ne're
fame i'th'Camp had, nor love in the Court:
O
so kindly the Combates each other succeed,
Where 'tis
Triumph to dye, and a Pleasure to bleed.
Alci. The Air is charming.---
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First line: Princes that rule and empires sway
Source Edition: Alcibiades (1675), 5.1, pp.52-3.
First performed: 22? September 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:4
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
K. Boy take thy Lute, and with a pleasing ayr
Appease my sorrows, and delude my care. [Sits down.
SONG.
<1.>
Princes that Rule
and Empires Sway,
How transitory is their State!
Sorrowes thee gloryes do allay,
And richest Crowns
have greatest weight.
2
The
mightiest Monarch treason fears,
Ambitious thoughts within
him rave;
His life all discontent and cares;
And he at best is but a Slave.
3.
Vainly
we think with fond delight,
To ease the burden of our
cares.
Each grief a Second does invite,
And
sorrows are each others heirs.
4.
For
me my honour I'l maintain,
Be gallant generous and
brave;
And when I Quietude would gain,
At
least I find it in the grave.
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First line: Come my Salla come away
Source Edition: Alcibiades (1675), 5.2, pp.57-9.
First performed: 22? September 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:4
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SCENE a darkn'd Tent.
[Timandra asleep upon a Couch, a Spirit comes and Sings.
Merli.
Come my Salla, come away,
Thy Merli calls.
Salla within. Whither?
Merli. Hither, w'ave no bus'ness
to day,
And where innocence sleeps we securely may play.
Salla. I come. [Enters.
Merli. So welcome my dear,
But first let's disperse the black Clouds that are here.
Both. Round about this place we range,
And it's
gloomy darkness change,
To a bright delightful Grove,
A proper Scene for happy love.
The SCENE changes to Elizium.
Merli. Next to divert this
fair one, alt
Our wing'd Companions, we'l call,
And the Ayr far musicke charm,
Whilst they their
measures here perform.
Both. Come all you bright
forms that inhabit the Ayr,
And ease with your pleasures
the cares of the fair,
Here frolick and slip, oh no longer
delay!
But let each clap his wings and away.
Several Spirits of the ayr descend and Dance.
Salla. Now let us discover the mansions of rest,
Where lovers with eternal joyes are blest.
[A glorious Temple appears in the Ayr, where the Spirits of the happy are seated.
See fair one, see, not long e're
you
To those glorious seats shall go.
Another
Spi. The lustful Queen thirsts for your blood,
And you
are for the World too good.
Merli. Nor shall you come
alone, your lovers too
Must meet a Fate the same with
you.
Salla. But here your troubles all shall cease,
'Tis the Seat of endless bliss.
Cho.Here in
endless pleasures they
Keep eternal Holyday.
Here they Revel, Sport, and are
Crown'd with joys
still new and rare,
Their pleasures too can never dye,
But like themselves have Immortality.
Merli. See
the kind Spirits smile, and now
They'l bless her
with a nearer view.
[The whole body of the Temple moves downward.
Cho. Descend oh ye gloryes descend!
Who with blessings eternal are crown'd;
To
this Nymph your kind influence lend:
Whilst all the Sphears
with harmony resound.
Merli. She wakes, let the apparition
go,
By th'damp upon my wings I know
Something
ill is drawing near,
Come Salla, come away, Oh come away
my dear.
[They all vanish, and the SCENE changes again to the Tent.
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First line: Come Jug my honey let's to bed
Source Edition: The Cheats of Scapin (1677), not printed in play.
First performed: c.January 1677
UMI(2) reel no.: 614:7 (1677)
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: Thomas Farmer ( nwc)
Lyrics: Not recorded, but ascribed to Thomas D'Urfey by Day and Murrie
Performer/s: Mr. Reading and Mrs. Norris
Source/s of Music: Day and Murrie, p.200, n.659 [Music] Thomas D'Urfey, Choice New Songs, 1684, pp.12-3 (UMI(2) 490:6) and others.
Text of song:
The WEDDING: A Dialogue between John and Jug...
<I.>
John.
Come Jug, my Honey, let's to bed,
It is no Sin, sin
we are wed;
For when I am near thee, by desire,
I burn like any Coal of Fire.
Jug. To quench
thy Flames I'le soon agree,
Thou art the Sun, and
I the Sea;
All Night within my Arms shalt be,
And rise each Morn' as fresh as he.
Chorus.
Come on then, and couple together, come all,
The Old
and the Young, the Short and the Tall;
The Richer than
Cressus, and poorer than Job,
For 'tis Wedding and
Bedding that Peoples the Globe.
II.
John. My Heart and all's at thy Command;
And tho' I've never a Foot of Land,
Yet six fat
Ews, and one milch Cow,
I think, my Jug, is Wealth enow.
Jug. A Wheel, six Platters, and a Spoon,
A
Jacket edg'd with blue Galloon;
My Coat, my Smock
is thine, and shall,
And something under best of all.
Chor. Come on then, &c.
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First line: Behold ye powers this bleeding fair
Source Edition: Don Carlos, Prince of Spain (1676), song not printed in play.
First performed: 8 June 1676
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:7 (1676)
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: John Eccles
Performer/s: Mrs. Cibber
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.182, n.347 [Music] Score is in A Collection of Songs, 1696, f.9, the only known copy of which is in the Royal College of Music, London. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Lyrics unavailable to compiler.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Saunt. 'Twas Victoria, my Lady Fairfields Daughter that came to Town last Summer when Goodvile was marri'd. He in love with her, poor Soul!---I shall beg his pardon there as I take it--- [Sings.
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First line: Ah Phyllis if you wou'd not love
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Cap.> ---Ah Phyllis, if you wou'd not
love
The Shepherd, &c. [Sings.
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First line: As Cloe full of etc
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
L. Squ. Mr. Caper! your most Devoted.---Oh dear Mr. Saunter! a thousand thanks to you for my Song.
Saunt. Your Ladiship does your Servant too much honour.
[Sings, As Cloe full of, &c.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 1.1, p.10.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Saunt. Let me die! your Ladiship obliges me beyond expression---Malagene, thou shalt hear me. [Sings a Song in a French Tone.
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First line: How bless'd he appears
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 2.1, p.17.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Goodv. <...> Now that nothing may be wanting, Lettice you must sing the Song I brought home t'other Morning, for Musick is as great an encouragement to drinking, as fighting.
Song.
<1.>
Lettice
sings. How bless'd he appears,
That revels and loves
out his happy years,
That fiercely spurs on till he finish
his race:
And knowing life's short, chooses living
apace.
To cares we were born, 'twere a folly to doubt
it,
Then love and rejoyce, there's no living without
it.
2.
Each day we grow older;
But as fate approaches, the brave still are bolder.
The joys of Love with our Youth slide away,
But yet there
are pleasures that never decay:
When Beauty grows dull,
and our Passions grow cold,
Wine still keeps its Charms,
and we drink when w'are old.
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First line: Would Phyllis be mine and for etc
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 2.1, p.19.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Saunt. Oh Lord, you are pleas'd to be merry: Sure he
takes me for a Fool; but no
matter for that.---Sings.---
Would Phyllis be mine, and for, &c.
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First line: When Phyllis watched her harmless sheep
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 2.1, p.20.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Lyrics: George Etherege
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.378, n.3783. Song is from Etherege's 'The Comical Revenge' (1664)--see GETCR1 for score.
Text of song:
L. Squ. Oh dear and sweet Mr. Saunter shall oblige us with a Song.
Saunt. O Madam, Ten thousand, ten thousand if you please: I'le swear, I believe I could sing all Day and all Night, and never be weary.
[Sings.
When
Phyllis watcht her harmless Sheep,
Not one poor Lamb,
&c.
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First line: When beauty can't move and our passions grow cold (reprise)
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 3.1, p.29.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Trum. See where he comes with a heart as gay and light, as if there were nothing but honesty in it.
Enter Goodvile.
Sings.
When Beauty
can't move, and our passions grow cold,
Wine still
keeps its charms, and we drink when w'are old.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of the final couplet of TOFIF5 , excepting "can't move" replaces "grow dull">.
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First line: In January last
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 3.1, p.30.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.263, n.1752. Song is from Thomas D'Urfey's 'A Fond Husband' (1677)--see TDAFH2 for score.
Text of song:
L. Squ. Mr. Truman, Mr. Goodvile, and Ladies, I beseech you do me the favour to hear Mr. Malagene sing a Scotch Song: I'le swear I am a strange Admirer of Scotch Songs, they are the pretti'st soft melting gentle harmless things---
Saunt. By Dad, and so they are.---In January last---[Sings.
Val. Deliver us! A Scotch Song! I hate it worse then a Scotch Bagpipe, which even the Bears are grown weary of, and have better Musick. I wish I could see her Ladiship dance a Scotch Jigg to one of 'em.
<NOTE: One more line of dialogue separates this song from the next one>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 3.1, pp.30-1.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: One line of dialogue separates this song from the previous one>.
Mal. I must needs beg your Ladiships pardon, I have forgotten the last new Scotch Song: But if you please, I'le entertain you with one of another nature, which I am apt to believe will be as pleasant.
L. Sq. Let me die, Mr. Malagene, you are eternally obliging me.
Malag. sings an Irish Cronon.
Malag. Well, Madam, how like you it Madam, hah?
L. Sq. Really it is very pretty now---the pretti'st odd out of the way Notes. Don't you admire it strangely?
Mal. I'le assure your Ladiship I learnt it of an Irish Musician that's lately come over, and intend to present it to an Author of my Acquaintance to put it in his next Play.
L. Sq. Ha, ha, Mr. Valentine, I would have you learn it for a Serenade to your Mistriss,---ha, ha, ha.
Val. My Page, Madam, is docible, and has a pretty voice, he shall learn it if you please; and if your Ladiship has any further service for him---
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First line: Frank Frank Frank etc
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 4.1, p.42.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
L. Squ. I will not part with you, you ill-natur'd Creature; you shall not goe:---I vow, I'll cry a Rape if you offer to stir:---oh my heart, here's Malagene.
Enter Malagene Singing Frank, Frank, Frank, &c.
Malag. Why how now Frank, what a pox, out of humour? Why Madam, what have you done to him; what have you done to him Madam? Lord how he looks!---why Frank I say, prethee bear up.
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First line: Fa la da la la
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 4.1, p.46.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Goodv. 'S death you Coxcomb, mind your singing, do you hear? and play the Fool by yourself, or---
Saunt. Sing Sir? so I can, Fa La Da La La, &c. Victoria your Mistress!
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 4.1, p.47.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Both. Dear Soul Adieu.
[Embracing him.
[Exeunt Singing and Dancing.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 5.1, p.58.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cap. Hey day! Fiddles!
Saunt. Madam Goodvile hearing we were here, hath sent for 'em on purpose to regale us.
Enter Mrs. Goodvile, Lady Squeamish with the Fiddles playing, Saunter falls to sing the Tune with 'em, and Caper Dances to it. Lettice.
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First line: To love is a pleasure divine
Source Edition: Friendship in Fashion (1678), 5.1, pp.58-9.
First performed: 5 April 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 326:17
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sings.
To love is a pleasure Divine,
Yet I'll never sigh or be sad;
They are Coxcombs
that languish and pine,
So long as Whores are to be bad.---To
daroll, darolda.
<This song is reprised after a few lines of dialogue>
Sir Nob. Slaves! Avaunt! if my Lady will have it so, I'll walk soberly into the Garden and consider of what is past.
[To love is a pleasure, &c
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First line: Nous allons [Brave strippons]
Source Edition: The Atheist: or, The Second Part of the Souldiers Fortune (1683), 4.1, p.42.
First performed: July 1683, or earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:6 (1684)
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fath. <...> Come along my little Spit-fires.
Nous allons.
Brave strippons.
Sans
scavoir ou Nous allons.
Six Bumpers in a hand <...>
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Welcome mortal to this place
Source Edition: The Atheist: or, The Second Part of the Souldiers Fortune (1683), 4.2, pp.46-7.
First performed: July 1683, or earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:6 (1684)
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.368, n.3598 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fifth Book (1684), p.22 (UMI(2) 286:15) et alia.
Text of song:
Beaug. <...> What, Musick again! This is a merry Region, I'll say that for it, where ever it be, Boy!
Dwarf. Did you call, Sir?
Beaug. My Cloaths, Monster; my Vestments: I hate a Dis-habiliee mortally: I long to be rigg'd, that I may be fit for Action, if Occasion should present it self. [Dwarf dresses him.
A SONG.
1.
Welcom
Mortal to this place,
Where smiling Fate did send thee:
Snatch thy happy Minutes, as they pass;
Who knows
how few attend thee!
2.
Floods
of Joy about thee roul,
And flow in endless measure.
Dip thy Wishes deep, and fill thy Soul
With Draughts
of every Pleasure.
3.
Feast
thy Heart with Love's Desire,
Thy Eyes with Beauties
Charms:
With Imaginations fan the Fire.
Then
stifle it in thy Arms.
4.
For,
since Life's a slippery Guest,
Whose Flight can't
be prevented;
Treat it, whilst it stays here, with the
best,
And then 'twill go contented.
<5.>
Come you that attend on our Goddesses Will,
And sprinkle the Ground
With Perfumes around;
Shew him your Duty, and shew us your Skill.
Enter four Black Women, that dance to the same Measure of the Song, and sprinkle Sweets.
<6.>
Circle him with Charms,
And raise in his Heart
Such Alarms,
As Cupid ne'er wrought by the
Pow'r of his Dart.
They dance round him.
<7.>
Fill all his Veins
with a tender desire,
And then shew a Beauty to set 'em
a fire;
Till kind panting Breasts to his Wound she apply,
Then on those white Pillows of Love let him die.
[The Dance ends.
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First line: Like a dog with a bottle [Fast tied to his tail]
Source Edition: The Atheist: or, The Second Part of the Souldiers Fortune (1683), 4.2, p.52.
First performed: July 1683, or earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:6 (1684)
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: Thomas Stafford ( nwc)
Lyrics: Thomas Flatman
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.279, n.2043 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Fifth Book (1684), p.30 (UMI(2) 286:15). Lyrics first appeared in Westminster Drollery (1671), p.221 (UMI(2) 402:33), the score first appearing in New Ayres and Dialogues (1678), pp.18-21 (not on microfilm).
Text of song:
Court. (Sings) Like a Dog with a Bottle, &c.
Sylv.
Thou perfect Yoke-fellow! Thou heavy Ox,
That want'st-a
Goad to make thee know thy strength!
Death, Fiends and
Torments! I could dig those Eyes out!
I'll bear't
no longer: Bedlam! Bedlam! Bedlam!
Court. sings, and dances a Jigg.
Sylv. No more! I'll stay no more to be his Triumph <...>
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Atheist: or, The Second Part of the Souldiers Fortune (1683), 5.1, p.74.
First performed: July 1683, or earlier (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:6 (1684)
Author: Thomas Otway
Tune (if traditional): Old Simon (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fath. My Jacky! my little Rogue! my dainty Boy! Thou Son of thy nown Father, I can hold no longer; and I must kiss thee, and I will kiss thee, e e e e you Dog, you Dog, you Dog, you little dear damn'd Dog. [Sing Old Simon.<speaks> Huzza, the Widow's our own: There lie Divinity.
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First line: Come all ye youths whose hearts e're bled
Source Edition: The Orphan: or, The Unhappy-Marriage (1680), 5.1, p.55.
First performed: Late February 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:12
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: Francis Forcer ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.196, n.591 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), pp.24-5 (UMI(2) 286:13) et al.
Text of song:
SONG.
<1>
Come, all ye Youths, whose Hearts e're bled
By cruel Beauties Pride,
Bring each a Garland on his
head
Let none his Sorrows hide,
But hand
in hand around me move
Singing the saddest Tales of Love;
And see, when your Complaints ye joyn,
If all your
Wrongs can equal mine.
2
The
happyest Mortal once was I,
My heart no Sorrows knew.
Pity the Pain with which I dye,
But ask not whence
it grew.
Yet if a tempting Fair you find
That's very lovely, very kind,
Though bright as Heaven
whose stamp she bears,
Think of my Fate, and shun her
Snares.
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First line: And was she not frank and free
Source Edition: The Souldiers Fortune (1680), 4.[2], p.50.
First performed: Mid-June 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:15 (1681)
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Court. Sings. And was she not frank and free.
And was she not kind to me.
To lock up her Cat in her
Cupboard,
And give her key to me, to me:
To lock up her Cat in her Cupboard,
And give her key
to me.
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First line: God prosper long our noble king
Source Edition: The Souldiers Fortune (1680), 4.1, p.51.
First performed: Mid-June 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:15 (1681)
Author: Thomas Otway
Tune (if traditional): Chevy Chase ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.229, n.1167 [Music] Wit and Mirth, Volume Three (1707), pp.82-8 (CT(1) 8822:03) et al.
Text of song:
<Court.> Sings. God prosper
long our Noble King,
Our Lives and Safeties all.
<speaks> I am mighty loyal to Night.
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First line: Bonney lass gan thou wert mine
Source Edition: The Souldiers Fortune (1680), 4.[3], p.54.
First performed: Mid-June 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:15 (1681)
Author: Thomas Otway
Composer: Thomas Farmer (recorded as Francis Forcer by Day and Murrie) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.185, n.399 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.17 (UMI(2) 286:13) et al.
Text of song:
<Sir Jol.> Sings.
<I.>
Bonney
Lass gan thou wert mine,
And twonty thoosand poonds aboot
thee, &c.
<The remaining lyrics are derived from the score>
I'd scorn
thy Gow'd for thee my Queen,
To lay down on any Green,
And shew thee how thy Daddy got thee.
I'd scorn
thy Gow'd for thee my Queen,
To lay thee down on
any Green,
And shew thee how thy Daddy got thee.
II.
Bonny Lad, gin thou wert mine,
And twenty thousand Lords about thee;
I'd leave
them aw to kiss thine Eyn,
And gang with thee to any
Green,
To shew me how my Daddy got me.
I'd
leave them, &c.
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First line: Youth's a flower that soon does fade
Source Edition: The Souldiers Fortune (1680), 5.[4], p.67.
First performed: Mid-June 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:15 (1681)
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Jol. Pish! A Pox of Anthony and Cleopatra, they are dead and rotten long ago, come, come, time's but short, time's but short, and must be made the best use of; for
Youth's
a flower that soon does fade,
And life is but a span,
Man was for the Woman made,
And Woman made for
Man.
Why now we can be bold <...>
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Go from the window my love my love
Source Edition: The Souldiers Fortune (1680), 5.[4], pp.68-9.
First performed: Mid-June 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 644:15 (1681)
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Jol. <...> I'l sing a Song like a dying Swan, and try to give 'em warning.
Go
from the Window, my Love, my Love, my Love,
Go from the
Window, my Dear.
The Wind and the Rain
Has
brought 'em back again,
And thou can'st have
no Lodging here.
<speaks> Oh Lord, search my House!
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First line: Dum dum derum dump
Source Edition: Venice Preserv'd, or, A Plot Discover'd (1682), 5.1, p.62.
First performed: 9 February 1682
UMI(2) reel no.: 614:8
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Anto. Hayty tayty, is it so indeed, with all my heart, faith---Hey then up go we, faith---hey then up go we. dum dum derum dump.[Sings.
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First line: Dum dum derum dump
Source Edition: Venice Preserv'd, or, A Plot Discover'd (1682), 5.1, p.62.
First performed: 9 February 1682
UMI(2) reel no.: 614:8
Author: Thomas Otway
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Anto. Hang'd, sweet heart, prithee be quiet, hang'd quo h-a, that's a merry conceit, with all my heart, why thou jok'st, Nacky, thou art given to joking, I'll swear; well, I protest, Nacky, nay, I must protest, and will protest that I love joking dearly, man. And I love thee for joking, and I'll kiss thee for joking, and towse thee for joking, and odd, I have a devilish mind to take thee aside about that business for joking too, odd I have, and Hey then up go we, dum dum derum dump. [Sings.
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First line: Away away flatter no more
Source Edition: A Witty Combat (1663), 3.3, sig.D2.
First performed: June 1663 (Harbage & Schoenbaum); 1662-3? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:16
Author: Thomas Porter?
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mr. King. I think thou long'st for't John, hearken and thou may'st hear her John, 'tis her voice I promise thee. sings above.
Yo. Carlet. 'Tis a sweet one,---hold good Sister hold, I love a good voice as I love my life.
SONG.
Away, away, flatter no more
My easie Faith, for now I see
What thou in me seem'd
to adore
Thou mak'st thy pleasures property;
No more, no more will I believe
The man that can
so soon deceive;
Yo. Carlet. Excellent, excellent,---Oh
good
She goes on.
Sister listen a little.
SONG.
Nor was it flattery that did,
Betray my heart, but that I lov'd,
For which
my Reason hath been chid,
And I the said effects have
prov'd;
Then go, and I no more will see
The man that has abused me.
<NOTE: It is difficult to determine whether the first reference to singing refers to a song to which no lyrics are provided or whether the subsequent lyrics are intended to be sung at that point>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: A Witty Combat (1663), 5.1, sig. F[1].
First performed: June 1663 (Harbage & Schoenbaum); 1662-3? (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:16
Author: Thomas Porter?
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Musick.
George Carlet. Come here's a good divertion, what Songs have you?
Fidler. A hundred and fifty, two hundred if need be, I furnish all the Faires and markets with 'em; I keep a Poet in pay on purpose Gentlemen, which is no small charge to me you must think, 'tis true the Poet is a prety wit but what's wit or good lines, nothing, unless well Humour'd and well Sung, I sing 'em all my self, though the lines be never so bad I make 'em twang, which sets off a Poet mainly you know.
George Carleton. Pox take you for a puppy, leave praising your self and hear us hear a Song.
Fidler. What Song will you have Gentlemen?
Omnes. Any, any.
Fidler. What say you to that of the love between a Kitchin Wench and a Chimney Swifter.
Yo. Carlet. Sirrah d'ye know where you are.
Fidler. I cry you mercy Sir, I'le fit you with a rare one.
Sings.
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First line: Look out for shame look out
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 2.1, pp.18-9.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Antonio Sings, they Play the Chorus still altogether.
Look out, for shame look out,
And put your Lover
out of Doubt,
That thinks the Sun has lost his light,
And that you run his Course to night.
Chorus Play'd.
Look out, for shame look out,
And put your Lover out of doubt,
That else may
think he has lost his way,
When not enlightned by your
day.
San. <spoken> Heer's stuff;
Nay, play on, play on, Sir, I can sing
More to
this Tune.
Sancho Sings.
Look
out, for shame look out,
And put your Lover out of doubt,
Who's heart susteins a cruel load,
Because
he thinks your gon abroad.
Look out, for shame
look out,
And put your lovers out of doubt,
Who else would leave to Bawle and sing,
But that they
think you are within.
Fel. Look out, for shame
look out,
And show to us thy dainty Snout,
Rather then wander in the Street, [Bursts open the door with his
foot and Enters.
Thus Doors we open with our feet.
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First line: Si chires que lo ramo
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 2.1, p.25.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Qui. Why then be merry; be merry, or I'le be
Out of humour, and then who shall dance the Pavan
With
Ossorio?
[Sings, Si chires que lo ramo.
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First line: Those that do talk of Sysiphus stone
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 3.1, pp.30-2.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lorenzo. <...> Come, take your Seats. Madam,
what
Think you of an Ayre, as they are serving
In? nay, it shall be one of my own Composing;
For,
some years past, when I was not so
Much taken up with
business, I did employ
My time in Poesie.
Elv. What you please, my Lord.
Lor. Bartolo, bid them
sing the Song was
Sung when I acted the Sea-god with
the
Cornucopia. Ah, Bartolo, those were merry
Days! thou didst Act Tantalus, I remember: troth
It was
a very dainty Masque; for all
The Company were kept in
suspence till the last, and
Did never comprehend what
we meant.
Fer. That could not chuse but be rare.
Lor. Why, I have writ Verses
That the best
Wit in Sevil will never be able to
Understand.
Anto. Very likely, my Lord:
But I hope these
we are to hear [They serve whilst this is singing.
Are
not of that strain.
Lor. That you shall be Judge of.
The SONG.
Those that do
talk of Sysiphus stone,
Which makes him continually rolling
to sweat;
And call that a Hell, when in faith it is none;
For no Torment is like to the wanting of meat.
Then alack poor Tantalus, Tantalus cryes,
I only can
feed by the sight of my Eyes!
The Vulture that
feeds on Prometheus heart,
Oh how happy does him poor
Tantalus think!
For when he has quite consumed that part
The Curse of the Wretch affords new meat and drink.
Then alack poor Tantalus, Tantalus cryes,
I only can
feed by the sight of my Eyes!
When first against
heaven the Giants did rebell,
It was not Ambition that
made them such Hectors;
But hearing of dainty Ambrosia
tell,
They had a mind to taste of it, and tipple the
Nectar.
Then, &c.
Anto. Most
excellent, faith!
But pray what Feet do you allow
Your Verses, my Lord?
Lor. Feet, ha, ha,
ha!
Pox of Feet; let them regard them
That
live by them.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 4.1, p.46.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Sancho, in a ridiculous French Dress; The People and Boys after him.
Sings and Dance's a ridiculous Corant.
Boys. O Brave Monsieur Kick-hose.
San. Away, ye Rogues, ta ran ta, ran ta, ta la ran.
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First line: Ta ran ta ran tan
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 5.2, p.60.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
San. May be so: ta ran, ta ran tan. [Sings and Dances up and down carelesly.
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First line: The beard the beard the bonny bonny beard
Source Edition: The Carnival (1663), 5.2, pp.63-4.
First performed: 1663-4
UMI(2) reel no.: 396:14
Author: Thomas Porter
Tune (if traditional): To the Tune of the Broom the bonny Broom.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ant. Here, friends, this is the house,
The Accident hapned last night,
You know the tune
I made the Song to
Gen. I, I, Come, shall we begin.
To the Tune of the Broom, the bonny Broom.
The
Beard, the Beard, the bonny bonny Beard,
Oh, it was of
a wondrous growth,
But eating too fast
His
spoon he misplac'd,
And scalded it off with the broth.
Chorus still of Musick.
But O what sight,
one part did stand upright,
As if it had guarded his
face.
The other off by the stumps,
Which
needs must put him in a dumps,
Had quite deserted the
place.
Which makes it plain, that that which doth
remain
Doth Centry stand for two,
The other
side was lost,
And beaten off his Post,
For
some think that it lay, Perdue.
Oh, the Beard, the Beard, the bonny, &c.
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First line: How happy and free is plunder
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 1.1, pp.9-10.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Fidlers.
See here, I think they're come.
Bou. What are you, Gentlemen,
The merry Boys, that saw a heart in sunder
With your
Rosin?
Mus. This Gentleman bespoke us here to night.
D'el. I did so, pray begin.
Mus. What shall we play, Sir?
D'el. the newest Ayrs. They play an Ayr or two.
Bout.
Pox o' these fine things;
Can you not play the Siege
of Rochel?
Mus. Yes, Sir.
D'el. Fie, Boutefeu, there's a Tune for Ladies.
Bout.
Why then let them play
The Tune we made the Song to th'other
night.
La'mar. sings the Tune to the Musique.
La'mar. I, I, by any means.
Lum terum,
tum, &c.
Mus. <speaks> Oh, Sir, we know the Tune.
Bout. Begin then; D'elpeche, you shall bear your part.
D'el. My hope is they'l not understand us.
La'mar. Come, come, I'l begin.
The Song.
La'mar.
How happy and free is plunder,
When we care not for Jove
nor his Thunder?
Having entred a Town,
The
Lasses go down,
And to their O're-comers lie under.
Chorus together. Then why should we study to love, and
look pale,
And make long Addresses to what will grow
stale?
Bout. If her fingers be soft, long, and
slender,
When once we have made her to render,
She will handle a Flute
Better far than a Lute,
And make what was ha---rd to grow te---nder.
Chor. Then why should we study, &c.
All three
sing this together. When the houses with flashes do glitter,
We can sever our sweets from the bitter,
And in
that bright night
We can take our delight,
And no Dam'sel shall scape but we'l hit her.
Chor. Then why should we study, &c.
<NOTE: The second song follows immediately after this>.
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First line: See where Calisto wheels about
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 1.1, pp.10-1.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
D'el. Peace, peace, pray peace,
The window opens.
Play and sing that I sent you
to night.
Mus. We shall, Sir:
La'mar.
Plague o' you Tuning, ye Dogs,
Cannot your Instruments
stand in Tune
One quarter of an hour?
D'el. Prethee, La'march, be silent,
SONG.
<1.>
See where Calisto
wheels about
The Northern Axle-tree of Heav'n,
And swift Bootes still does Rout
Before his Lash
the glittering Seven.
View then those Eyes which are
more fair
Than any Star that glitters there.
2.
Fair Cassiopeia, would'st thou
gain
The Prize of glory in thy Sphere?
Try
then to borrow of these Twain
Two pair of Eyes that shine
more clear
For whilst they sparkle here below,
Obscurer Lights we cannot know.
3.
In nights they far out-shine the Moon,
And render
them like glorious days,
They may contend at heighth
of Noon
To equalize the Sun's bright Rays:
Their Coronet of Hair, though brown,
Does far out-shine
Ariadne's Crown.
4.
Then
gently dart those beams; for know,
How quick and fiercely
they surprize
The Centinels that expect below
The dawning of your beauteous Eyes.
We are your Plants,
and if we thrive,
'Tis by your influence that we live.
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First line: When Celadon gave up his heart
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 2.1, pp.25-6.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
D'el. We have beaten a Parly, or rather Truce
For sometime, for we have left Parlying;
But fairest
Mariane, will you but bless
Our ears with one sweet Ayr.
Mar. My Sister, Sir, sings much better.
Fran.
Nay fie, Sister, now I must say
You shall sing, you should
else have wanted
My intreaty; jeer me before company?
You know I never could, nor would sing.
D'el. I hope her authority and my prayers may be Successful.
Mar. I will not long be intreated,
For then
you will expect much more
Than what you're like to
hear from me.
Franc. Sister, prethee sing When Celadon gave up his heart.
Mar. No laughing, Gentlemen,
I bar that before-hand,
Your pardon I'l beg afterwards.
SONG.
<1.>
When
Celadon gave up his heart
A Tribute to Astrea's eyes;
She smil'd to see so fair a prize,
Which
beauty had obtained, more than Art:
But jealousy did
seemingly destroy
Her Chiefest comfort, and her Chiefest
Joy.
2.
Base Jealousy, that
still dost move
In opposition to all bliss;
And teachest those to do amiss,
Who think by thee, they
tokens give of Love:
But if a Lover ever will gain mee,
Let him love much, but fly all jealousy.
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First line: Amarillis told her swain
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 2.1, pp.26-7.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Franc. Fy, fy, Gentlemen, come give me your hands again, Sister prethee one Song A la Ronde.
They all Joyn hands and dance in a Ring, Answering all-together at the Chorus.
SONG.
Maria. Amarillis told her Swain,
Amarillis told her Swain, [Chorus etiam bis.
That
in love he should be plain
And not think to deceive her.
Chor. Still he protested on his truth
That
he would never leave her.
If thou do'st keep
thy vow quoth she,
And that thou ne'r do'st leave
me, [Chorus bis.
Ther's ne'r a Swain in
all this plain
That ever shall come near thee
Chor. For Garlands and Embroider'd Scrips,
For I do love thee dearly.
But Colin if thou change
thy Love,
But Colin if thou change thy Love, [Chorus
etiam bis.
A Tygress then I'l to thee prove
If e'r thou dost come near me.
Cor.
Amarilis fear not that,
For I do Love thee dearly.
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First line: When as King Peppin rul'd in France
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 3.1, p.45.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Host. Away, Woman, away---
Sings.
When as King Peppin rul'd in France,
A King
of wundrous Might,
He that could the Coranto dance,
Was straight wayes made a Knight.
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First line: Please you monsieurs entertain
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 3.1, pp.45-6.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Host. <...> Sings.
Please
you Mounsieurs Entertain
The Damoisels yee bring,
Here's Cheer, There nere was such in Spain,
And Wine would Fox a King.
Here's Capons that
from Bruges came
In post for expedition,
And Veal so white, that none in Gant
Can come in Competition.
Here's Sallet mystick savour has
As mystick
as the colour,
A Lover being put to grass,
Pick't it against Love's dolour.
Here's
vin de Bon, vin de Champaing
And vin de Celestine,
And here is that they call Bouru,
VVhich to Loves
Sports incline.
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First line: Ye may tipple and tipple and tipple all out
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 3.1, p.48.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Host. <...> If you'l hear Musick, and
a Song with't,
I'm ready: you shall want nothing
here.
Sings.
Yee may Tipple,
and Tipple, and Tipple all out,
Till yee baffle the Stars,
and the Sun face about.
Delpe. Away with your Drunken songs, have you nothing fitter to please the Ladies?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 3.1, p.48.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This follows immediately after the previous song>.
Delpe. Away with your Drunken songs, have you nothing fitter to please the Ladies?
Host. Yes Sir.
Delpe. Come away with it then.
Host Sings.
<NOTE: Although this song follows immediately after another by the Host which has lyrics, the dialogue clearly indicates that this is a different song being sung>.
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First line: The bells were rung and the mass was sung
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 5.1, pp.80-1.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Charl. Why, I did beg of Heaven, and that was deaf,
Deaf to my Zealous prayers;
Ile never pray agen:
but I will sing
My self into his blest Society.
SONG.
The Bells were rung, and the Mass
was sung,
And all was for my Billy,
And all
my friends my death had sworn,
I wou'd have none
but Willy.
<NOTE: The subject matter and structure of the following suggests it to be a continuation of the song, despite twenty-nine lines of dialogue separating the two>.
Char. sings.
Willy was fair, Willy was
stout,
Willy was like the Lilly;
And Willy
promis'd to marry me.
<spoken>
O! but he could not; for he dy'd, or else he would
Have kept his promise: was ever poor maid
So couzen'd;
speak, were you ever couzen'd?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this>.
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First line: Lady preserve the title of your heart
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 5.1, p.81.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This follows immediately after the previous song>
Franc. May be some Musick may still
her spirits, Sir:
Shall my Sister sing?
D'orv. I Pray let her.
Fran. Sing Sister! prethee sing!
Mariana sings.
Lady preserve the Title
of your heart,
And ne're commit so rash a deed
As when your Lover doth depart,
You may not leave
off sorrow with your weed:
Spoil not what once was thought
so fair,
But quench remaining fire with a Tear;
And bury, when the next does come,
And sad remembrance
in this Tomb.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Beyond the malice of abusive fate
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), 5.1, p.82.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This follows immediately after the previous song>
Char. Away, thou art out of tune
and sence,
If I needs must hear Musick,
Let
it be my poor Boy's Voice;
He once could please me
with his melancholly Songs,
Pray, let him sing.
D'or. Any thing to please thee, poor Charlotte.
Song within by the Boy.
Beyond the malice
of abusive fate
I now am grown, and in that state
My heart shall mourn the loss it has receiv'd,
When of its only joy it was bereav'd;
The Woods with
ecchoes do abound,
And each of them return the sound
Of my Amintor's name; alas, he's dead,
And with him all my joys are fled,
Willow, Willow, Willow
must I wear,
For sweet Amintor's dead, why was my
dear.
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First line: Find me a lonely cave
Source Edition: The Villain (1662), song not printed in play.
First performed: 18 October 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 329:1 (1663)
Author: Thomas Porter
Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)
Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.220, n.1007 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, April 1699, pp.77-9. First appeared in A Collection of Songs, 1696, f.7--not on microfilm.
Text of song:
Find me a lonely Cave,
Remote
from human kind,
Dark as the midnight Grave,
And dismall as my mind;
There let me sigh my soul away;
And mourn at cruel death's delay.
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First line: Slaves are they that heap up mountains
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), p.5.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Composer: William Gregory ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.350, n.3289 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), pp.112-3 (UMI(2) 148:6).
Text of song:
Simp. <...> O what had become of me if I had not gone bare-foot to my Praeceptor, with a Satchell at my backe.
Enter two Schollers.
Slaues are they
that heap vp mountaines,
Still desiring more and more,
Still let's carouse in Bacchus fountaines,
Neuer dreaming to be poore.
Giue vs then a Cup of liquor,
Fill it vp vnto the brim,
For then me thinks my
wits grow quicker
When my braines in liquor swim.
<speaks> Ha braue Aristippus.
Pox of Aristotle and Plato, and a company of dry Raskalls:
But they braue Aristippus.
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First line: What ails thou thou musing man
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), p.5.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1 Schol. What ayles thou, thou musing man,
Tiddle
diddle dooe.
2 Schol. Quench thy sorrowes in a Can,
Tiddle diddle dooe.
Compossibilitas? why that's nothing man <...>
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: But come you lads that love canary
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), pp.6-7.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1. The Vniuersitie Ramist, a Mault Heretique; alias the Wilde man that is growne mad to see the daily resort to Aristippus: but let vs leaue him to his frenzies:
But come
you Lads that loue Canarie,
Let vs haue a mad fegarie:
Hether, hether, hether, hether,
All good Fellowes
flocke together.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: I wish you all carefully [Drink sack but sparingly]
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), pp.16-7.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Aristip. I know some of these halfe penny Almanack makers doe not approue of this Philosophie, but giue you most abominable counsell in their Beggars Rhymes, which you are bound to beleeue as faithfully, as their predictions of foule and faire weather, you shall heare some of Errapaters Poetry.
I wish
you all carefully,
Drink Sack but sparingly,
Spend your coyne thriftily,
Keepe your health warily,
Take heed of ebriety,
Wine is an enemy,
Good is sobriety,
Fly baths and Venery.
For your often potations much crudities cause <..>
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: There is a drink made of the Stygian lake
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), pp.17-8.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Aristip. But farre better speaks the diuine Ennius against your Ale, and Barly broath, who knew too full well the vertue of Sack when Nunquam nisipotus ad arma prosiluit dicenda; his verses are in Latine, but because the audience are Schollers, I haue translated them into English, that they may be vnderstood. Here read them.
1 Schol. There is a drinke made of the Stygian Lake,
Or else of the waters the Furies doe make,
No name
there is bad enough which it to call,
But yet as I wist
it is ycleped Ale;
Men drinke it thick, and pisse it
out thin,
Mickle filth by Saint Loy that is leaues within,
But I of complexion am wondrous sanguine,
And will
loue by'th Morrow a cup of wine,
To liue in delight
was euer my wonne,
For I was Epicurus his owne sonne,
That held opinion that plaine delight
Was very
felicity perfite:
A Bowle of wine is wondrous boone cheere
To make one blith, buxome, and deboneere,
'Twill
giue me such valour and so much courage
As cannot be
found 'twixt Hull and Carthage.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Fill me a bowl of sack with roses crown'd
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), pp.18-9.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
2 Schol. Fill me a Bowle of Sack with Roses crown'd,
Fili't to the brim, Ile haue my temples bound
With flowry Chaplets, and this day permit
My Genius to
be free, and froliquest;
Let me drinke deepe, then fully
warm'd with wine,
Ile chaunt AEneas praise, that
euery line
Shall proue immortall, till my moistned quill
Melt into verse; and Nectar-like distill;
I'me
sad, or dull, till bowles brim fil'd infuse
New life
in me, new spirit in my Muse,
But once reuiu'd With
Sack, pleasing desires
In my chill bloud kindle such
actiue fires,
That my gray hayres seeme fled my wrinckl'd
face,
Growne smooth as Hebes, youth, and beauties grace,
To my shrunk veines fresh bloud and spirits bring,
Warme as the Summer sprightfull as the spring,
Then all
the world is mine. Cresus is poore
Compar'd with
me, he is rich that askes no more,
And I in Sack haue
all, which is to me
My home, my life, health, wealth,
and liberty,
Then haue I conquer'd all, I boldly
dare
My Trophies with the Pelean Youth compare,
Him I will equall, as his sword, my pen
My conquer'd
world of cares, his world of men,
Doe not, Atrides, Nestors
ten desire
But ten such drinkers as that aged sire,
His streame of honied words flowed from the Wine,
And Sacke his Councell was, as he was thine.
Who euer
purchast a rich Indian mine,
But Bacchus first, and next
the Spanish wine,
Then fill my bowle, that if I dye to
morrow,
Killing cares to day, I haue out-liu'd my
sorrow.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Aristippus is better in every letter
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), pp.20-1.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sim. O God Sir, when I was in the state of ignorance, I cond it without booke, thinking it had beene a Position.
Aristippus is better in euery letter,
Then Faber
the Parisiensis,
Then Scotus, Soncinas, then Thomas Aquinas,
Then Gregorie Gandauensis:
Then Cardan and Ramus,
then old Paludanus,
Albertus, and Gabriella,
Then Pico Mercatus, or Scaliger Natus,
Then Niphus or
Zabarella.
Hortado, Trombetus, were fooles with Toletus,
Zanardus, and Will de Hales,
With Occham, Iauellus,
and mad Algazellus,
Philoponus and Natalis.
The Conciliator, was but a meere prater,
And so was Apollinaris:
Iandunus, Plotinus, the Dunce Eugubinus,
With Masius,
Sauill, and Swarez,
Fonseca, Durandus, Becanus, Holandus,
Pererius, Auienture:
Old Trismegistus, whose volumes
haue mist vs,
Ammonius, Bonauenture,
Mirandula
Comes, with Proclus and Somes,
And Guido the Carmelita:
The nominall Schooles, and the Colledge of fooles,
No longer is my delighta:
Hang Brirewood and Carter,
in Crakenthorpes garter,
Let Keckerman too bemoane vs,
I'le be no more beaten, for greasie Iacke Seaton,
Or conning of Sandersonus.
The censure of Cato's,
shall neuer amate vs,
Their frostie beards cannot nip
vs:
Your Ale is too muddy, good Sacke is our studie,
Our Tutor is Aristippus.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: We care not for money riches or wealth
Source Edition: Aristippus; or The Joviall Philosopher (1630), p.29.
First Performed: revived 1667?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1824:5
Author: Thomas Randolph
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Aristip. Giue him a Gowne then ere we admit him to our Lecture hereafter. Now noble Signior Medico de Campo, if you will walke in, let's be very iouiall and merry, 'tis my second birth-day, let's in, and drinke a health to the company:
We
care not for mony, riches, or wealth,
Old Sack is our
mony, old Sack is our health,
Then let's flock hither
Like Birds of a feather,
To drinke, to fling,
To laugh and sing,
Conferring our notes together,
Conferring our notes together,
Come let vs laugh,
let vs drinke, let vs sing,
The winter with vs is as
good as the spring,
We care not a feather
For wind, or for weather,
But night and day
We sport and play,
Conferring our notes together,
Conferring our notes together,
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Ah lay by your lute
Source Edition: Edgar, or The English Monarch (1677), 3.1, pp.27-8.
First performed: Unknown
UMI(2) reel no.: 331:17
Author: Thomas Rymer
Composer: James Hart ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.166, n.62 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.16 (UMI(2) 286:13).
Text of song:
Alfrid leaning asleep with a Lute in hand, her Woman sings.
THE SONG.
AH!
lay by your Lute;
Ah, Lucasia! forbear.
Whilst
your Tongue I may hear,
Other Musick is mute.
Ah! lay by your Lute.
For the Heav'ns have decreed,
that my Heart should submit
To none but the Charms of
your Wit.
The Conflict was hot,
When
I first met your Eyes;
Yet my Heart would still rise,
Though through and through shot.
The Conflict was
hot.
But your Wit's great Artillery when drawn to
the field,
Oh then 'twas my glory to yield.
To satisfie all,
When an Empire is due
To each Beauty in you,
The Worls is too small,
To satisfie all.
With the rest you in Triumph shall
sit and survey;
But give Wit all the Spoils of the day.
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First line: Love the ambrosia of the blest
Source Edition: Edgar, or The English Monarch (1677), 4.1, pp.38-9.
First performed: Unknown
UMI(2) reel no.: 331:17
Author: Thomas Rymer
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
These retiring, Tritons dance: They retiring, 3 Sirens arise out of the Sea, and sing.
THE SONG.
1. Siren. Love, the Ambrosia of the Blest!
'Tis
Love in Heav'n that makes the Feast.
O Mortalls,
Mortalls, come and tast.
2. Sir. Whilst jingling
Honour strives for place,
And vertue sets her ugly Face,
The Moments, the sweet Moments pass.
3.
Sir. It cools, alas, how fast it cools!
Fall to, ye men,
ye men with Souls,
And Ceremony leave to Fools.
All. When Nature invites,
And keen Appetites,
Care tearing your Hearts and tormenting,
Is some
Devil in the way,
That creates your Delay?
Or a Bug of some Bigott's inventing?
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First line: I languish all night and sigh all the day
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 2.2, p.20.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Lyrics: Edward Ravenscroft
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.250, n.1541. See ERTCTG1 for details.
Text of song:
Lau. Baulk not a young Lover in his first Address, for by all those fine things my Heroe is saying to thy Lady, thy beauty has so smitten me, that I languish all night, and sigh all the day, and so forth. (he sings.
Luce. And never saw me before?
Lau. Yes, but I have---thy likeness, but let that pass.
Luce. My likeness Sir?
Lau. Yes, thine, little wilde Cat: Let me see, where was it?---oh, in my Dream last night; me-thoughts thou wert the kindest, comingst thing---but a Pox on these backward Interpretations of Dreams, for I find, That fancy did, what Phillis will not do. (sings.
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First line: Let Fortune and Phillis frown if they please
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 3.2, p.32.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Composer: 1. Pelham Humphrey ( nwc); 2. Pelham Humphrey ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.275, n.1969 and p.305, n.2500 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres (1673), pp.33 and 19 (UMI(2) 221:12) and others.
Text of song:
Mrs. M. <...> I'le never Love again-- (Sing) Let Fortune and Phillis frown if they please, I'le no more on their Deities call,<speaks> and so forth--Is not this better than your whining:<sings> Oh Love, if e're thou't ease a heart which owns thy power Divine--<speaks> Damne such effiminacy...
<NOTE: The first song ("Let Fortune...) is from Westminster Drollery II, the second ("Oh Love...") is from Crowne's Charles the Eighth--see JCC8OF1>.
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First line: Sweet Philida be not so coy
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 3.2, pp.32-3.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
She sings
Sweet Philida,
be not so Coy,
I love not to ravish a Kiss:
Your peevishness will but destroy
The hopes of enjoying
true Bliss.
If the Lover you like, does offer
To give you the proofs of his flame,
And you fondly
reject his kind proffer,
Too late your own folly you'le
blame.
Then yield to what e're he desires,
And slight not his Critical Love;
VVith your vigorous
Lover retire,
You'le quickly the pleasure approve.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 3.2, p.34.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. M. By my hands, I'le confirm what they have writ---
(Mrs. Mon. Sings, Dances, and pulls Theo. about.)
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First line: Sweet Philida be not so coy (reprise)
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 3.2, p.35.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. M. Little one, give me thy hand; as gad sa'me good flesh, and of a lushious Constitution: I find I shall be desperately in Love; Adieu, my Soul, Adieu: But doest hear, be more complesant and agreeable the next time we meet. Sings, Sweet Philida, be not so coy, I love not to ravish a Kiss.
<NOTE: This is a reprise of TRTE3 >.
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First line: Ah sacred boy desist for I
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 4.1, pp.39-40.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Betty. Now Wit assist me--- (aside. (Feels in her Pocket, pulls out a Song. My Master Sir, has sent me to know how Madam Theo. does this morning, and presents her with the effects of his Love, in a Song which he writ last Night before he went to Bed.
Old M. <...> Hum, pretty Childish silly stuff;---can you sing it Little one?
Betty. Yes Sir, my Master made it to one of the new Tunes he heard in an Opera at Paris.
Betty Sings.
Ah
Sacred Boy desist, for I
Comply with your resistless
Art;
Your Arrows with such vigour flye,
Already
they've enflam'd my heart.
I will no more
despise your power,
But thus submissively obey;
Yet by your favour, 'twas not your,
But Celia's
Victory to day.
For had she Vaild that charming
face,
And you your keenest Dart had shot;
Yours had been the just disgrace,
And I'd obtain'd
the Victors Lot.
Then not your Power, but Chance
admire,
In having such a Friend as she,
Who
lent you rays t'encrease my fire,
And thus made you
a Deity.
Old M. Verry pretty; and as I say, your Master can be serious for all his jollity, Young man.
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First line: Who complies with gay youth does prudently choose
Source Edition: Tom Essence, or The Modish Wife (1676), 4.2, p.42.
First performed: Late August 1676 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 398:8 (1677)
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. M. Soft Sir, you'le find your stock little enough for her; and for my part, if I cannot hold out, my Dotards Angels shall turn Prourers at my Command; for I must confess the truth of the Song you gave me, which says---
Mrs. M. Sings.
Who complys with gay Youth, does prudently
choose;
She that yields to old Age, does her passion
abuse:
She may languish and sigh, but in vain it will
prove;
Age, dulls the brisk flames, and slackens hot
Love:
He may kindle a fire, but cannot supply;
So, for want of Loves fuel, her passion must dye.
But Youth that's full fraught with Love and desire,
Creates a true flame, and supplys the blest fire:
He'l
rally, renew it, and with vigour maintain
What dotage
endeavours to do, but in vain.
Then give me a Gallant;
when I'm yoakt to old Age,
What the gray-head does
raise, his Youth shall asswage.
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First line: How wanton and frolick's this age
Source Edition: Tunbridge Wells, or A Day's Courtship (1678), 1.1, pp.2-3.
First performed: c.March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 367:9
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A SONG within.
How
wanton, and frolick's this Age,
Wherein Gallants
so briskly invade
The Misses that furnish the Stage,
And the Madams in Maskarade?
Unseen and
unknown they still court,
And walk a Corant to and fro,
Bad faces ne're hinder the Sport,
If the Blade's
well provided below.
The Ladies make choice by
the size,
The Gallants by Garb and Proportion,
And when their brisk Spirits do rise,
They fall
to their carnal devotion.
There needs neither
Parents consent,
A Joynture nor Rites of the Church,
If fiercely the Gallant be bent,
The Ladies scarce
leave him ith' lurch.
Yet if he too faintly
pursue
The Idol he seems to adore,
With a
frisk she'l bid him adieu,
And leave the young Fop
at the door.
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First line: Courtwit she's exceeding gay
Source Edition: Tunbridge Wells, or A Day's Courtship (1678), 3.1, pp.23-4.
First performed: c.March 1678
UMI(2) reel no.: 367:9
Author: Thomas Rawlins (the Younger)
Tune (if traditional): To the Tune of "Amarillis"
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wild. What's here? A Lampoon, and to that Satyrical Tune of Amarillis.
Court. As you love me sing it.
Wild. I have none of the charming'st voices, and may therefore obey you without further intreaty.
LAMPOON.
Courtwit
she's exceeding gay
Courtwit she's exceeding
gay.
And kisses Wilding, when she may
Without
her Brothers knowledge,
For plush Outside, she does deride,
Tho a Member of the Colledge.
Court. The rhiming Fop was much your freind; proceed,
<Wild.>
Alinda she is seldom kind;
Alinda she, &c.
Altho' her wit seem much refin'd
I doubt
at last 'twill fool her;
For she's of Age, I
dare engage
And wants a Man to cool her.
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First line: Damon see how charming Chloris
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 1.1, p.9.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Yo. Mag. Why I weigh'd my self, when I writ my last Song, and I wasted six ounces, aver du pois weight in the writing: And I was not above twelve hours about it.
Carl. I beseech you let's hear it Sir.
Yo. Mag. Withal my heart.
Damon see how charming Chloris,
Who gives love to all that see her,
Burning us
yet in coldness glories,
And is never freer.
Though darts and flames from her eye fly Sr.
And her
Breast is warm and spicy,
Yet there is coldness in her
eye Sr.
And her heart's all over Icy.
By coldness I am more inflamed,
As in Winter is Spring
water,
My love by scorn can not be tamed,
But I the rather would be at her.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this>.
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First line: One night walking in a wood
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 1.1, p.10.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Prigg. Did this make you waste six ounces? I writ a Song t'other day, and it did not make me waste at all.
Bell. Prithee Prigg let's hear it. [Prigg sings.
One Night walking in a Wood,
I met one was a Maid as good
As e're she coud:
But she fired my Blood,
And to her I stood.
With a hey Boys, ding, ding, ding Boys hey,
With
a hey Boys, ding, ding, ding.
Quoth I, my pretty
Buxom Lass,
From me this time thou shalt not pass
In any Case;
For the sake of thy Face!
I'l lay thee on the Grass.
With a hey Boys, ding,
&c.
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First line: Damon see how charming Chloris (reprise)
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 2.1, p.25.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Yo. Mag. But I'l shew you my Song.
Self. Of late I have had no leisure to make a Song, I am so overrun with new Acquaintances.
Yo. Mag. Reads. Damon see how charming Chloris, &c. How do you like it?
Self. 'Tis soft, and very much after my own way, and I like it well. But how like you this Peruque?
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First line: Damon see how charming Chloris (reprise)
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 2.1, pp.27-8.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Yo. Mag. I desire you will not interrupt me; I am singing the Ladies a new Song.
Prig. Song? Pish, Is not Gaming better than hearing of Songs? here's such a stir with these Wits.
Isab. No, pray let's hear it.
[Yo. Mag. Sings, Damon, &c.
Prig. I observe you Wits are always making Songs of the Love of Shepherds, and Shepherdesses, a company of block-headed, clownish, ugly, tawny, Sun-burnt People; I had e'en as live hear Songs upon the Love of their Sheep as their own.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: My mistress is a tennis ball
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 2.1, p.28.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Prig. Methinks that old Song is very pretty: <sings> My Mistress is a Tennis Ball, &c.
Yo. Mag. This Rogue has nothing but Tennis Courts and Bowling-Greens in his Head.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Hey ho hey ho [The merry horn does blow]
Source Edition: A True Widow (1678), 2.1, p.28.
First performed: 21 March 1678 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:8 (1679)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Bell. Prithee Prigg sing one of your own making.
Prig. With all my heart <...>
Isab. Pray, Madam, let's hear Mr. Prigg's Song first, 'tis his own.
Prig. I am glad your Ladyship is come to hear it.[Sings.
Hey ho, hey
ho,
The merry Horn does blow.
'Tis broad
day,
Come away.
Twivee, twivee, twivee, hey,
Do not stay.
Then have at the Hare,
Let old Puss beware.
Twivee, twivee, twivee, ho,
The merry Horn does blow.
Come away.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Bury-Fair (1689), 1.1, pp.10-1.
First performed: April 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:10
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bell. Observe any Fellow that has a stinking Breath, as if a Voice were not intended to be heard but smelt, will speak in your very Nose: and turn round as often as you will, he turns with you, and your Nostrils must have it. Come begin.
SONG.
VVild. 'Tis very pretty; and delicately Sung.
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First line: Fala ha la
Source Edition: Bury-Fair (1689), 1.1, p.12.
First performed: April 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:10
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
La Ro. Vel, vel; no more to be said: I am Monsieur le Count de Cheveux. Serviteur Monsieur my Lor, vot tres humble Serviteur. Fala ha la.
Sings.
VVild. Come, my Lord, your humble Servant, we are to meet at Dinner: I must about this business, my Heart is set upon it; 'twill make an Admirable Farce.
Bell. Get thee gone, Ned, thou art a mad Fellow: I'll go and take a little Air.
La Ro. Allons Monsieur: Fa la la la la.
If my wise
Conduct you please to rely on,
I'll make as good
a Count, as Count de Brion. [Exeunt.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Bury-Fair (1689), 3.1, p.27.
First performed: April 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:10
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Hum. Now for a fit of Mirth.
Bell. Come Charles, begin.
They Sing an Italian Song of two parts.
You must excuse it; 'tis Country Music, Madam.
Gert. 'Tis admirable! the Court has no better.
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First line: There were three men came out of the west
Source Edition: Bury-Fair (1689), 3.1, p.39.
First performed: April 1689 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:10
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Bell and Wild. part them. The Ladies shriek, and run to the corner of the Stage. Oldwit staggers amongst them drunk. The Women run out shrieking; with them, Ex. Trim, Sir Hum. Bellamy. Oldwit Sings.
There were three Men came out of the West,
To make Salt-petre strong, &c.
<speaks> Where are my Drunkards...
<Song is reprised a few lines later>
Old. Where is my Goad? my damn'd for better for worse? She has stolen my Drunkards and my Wits from me. Where are my Drunkards? Rogues, let me go to my Drunkards, and my Wits, you Rogues.
There were
three Men came out of the West,
To make Salt Petre strong;
To turn it into Gun-powder
For to Charge the King's
Cannon.
[The Servants hale him out.
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First line: Fa la la
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 1.1, p.11.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Kick. 'Pshaw, prethee hold thy tongue, talk to me---fa, la, la. [Ex. Kick, and Cuff Singing.
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First line: Thou shalt have any thing thou shalt have me
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 1.1, p.15.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bisk. Besides, she would fain learn that new Song of you; she says 'tis a rare one.
SINGS
Thou shalt have any thing, thou shalt have me,
And I have one thing that will please thee.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 2.1, p.22.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Wood. Look you thus
[Sings, dances and combs his Peruque.
<NOTE: A few lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise>.
Wood. Begin, why? I am at it all this while.
[Sings and Dances again.
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First line: How pleasant is mutual love that is true
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 2.1, pp.23-4.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Nicholas Staggins ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.245, n.1448 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres, Songs and Dialogues...Second Edition (1675), p.38 (UMI(2) 286:16). First appeared in Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.43 (UMI(2) 221:12).
Text of song:
Caro. <...> but now I talk of scribling, divert me a little better, and give me the Song you promis'd me.
Wood. I have taught it your Woman, who I conceive has something a better voice than I, she's here too.
Caro. Sing that Song Mr. Woodly taught you.
She Sings.
How pleasant is mutual Love that is true,
Then Phillis let us our affections unite;
For the
more you love me, the more I love you,
The more we contribute
to each others delight:
For they that enjoy without loving
first,
Still eat without stomach, and drink without thirst.
Such is the poor Fool who loves upon duty,
Because a Canonical Coxcomb has made him,
And ne'er
tastes the sweets of love and of beauty,
But drudges
because a dull Priest has betray'd him;
But who in
enjoyment from love take their measure,
Are rap't
with delight, and still ravish't with pleasure.
Each
night he's a Bridegroom, and she is a Bride.
When
their minds and their bodies shall both so agree;
That
neither shall pleasure from the other divide,
But both
at one instant shall satisfy'd be;
Let Fools for
convenience be drawn to their love,
But this the way
real pleasure to prove.
Enter Clodpate and Lucia.
Luc. So, you are pleasant here, Mr. Clodpate, how do you like this Song?'tis a London Song.
Clodp. Ay, Pox on't, I hate it for it; when I had the misfortune to know that damn'd Town first, they had better Songs by half; they put no wit in their Songs now adays.
<NOTE: The dialogue which follows relates both to this and the next song, which occurs a few lines later>.
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First line: Lay by your pleading
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 2.1, p.24.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.273, n.1939 [Music] Wit and Mirth; or, Pills to Purge Melancholy...Volume Six (1719), pp.190-2 (CT(1) 4480:06). Score first appeared in Wit and Mirth...Volume Five (1714), pp.30-2 (not on microfilm. According to Day and Murrie the lyrics first appeared in Merry Drollery (1661), although it is absent from the microfilm copy (UMI(2) 1729:10).
Text of song:
<NOTE: The dialogue which precedes the song relates both to this and to TSEW4>.
Caro. Pray do us the favour to Sing one of those you speak of.
Clodp. Faith, Madam, I have but an ordinary voice, but I cannot disobey you.
Sings ridiculously this old Song.
Lay by your pleading,
Law lies a bleeding, &c.
Wood. What an incomprehensible block-head is this.
Clodp. This pleases us in the Country; I know you like it ne're the worse, Madam.
Caro. Nor much the better.
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First line: Thou shalt have any thing thou shalt have me (reprise )
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 2.1, p.28.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bisk. Nay, good Dear, be not so cruel, I protest and vow I could not help it: my Neighbour Fribble is a very merry man, I could not forbear, we were at it, Tory Rory, and sung old Rose, the Song that you love so, Duck.
Thou shalt have any thing, thou shalt have me, &c.
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First line: Fa la la la fa
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 2.1, p.31.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Woodly while she scolds sings.
Fa, la, la, la, fa.
Mrs. Wood. Fa, la, la, la---Is that the notice you take of me? If I were not the best Woman in the World, and did not love thee, thou base Fellow, 'twould not trouble me. Oh that I should be so unfortunate, so bewitch'd, to love such a Monster of a man!
Wood. Fa, la, la, la, Oh Impudence!
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First line: Oh how I abhor the tumult and smoke of the town
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 3.1, pp.42-4.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.304, n.2475 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), pp.61-2 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Enter Peg and Fidler.
Peg. Here's the honest Fellow that sings the Song, Madam.
Jilt. I have nothing to say to him, I am troubled with an impertinent Fellow here, and he shall not sing.
Clodp. By your leave, Madam, 'tis in praise of the Country, and he shall sing. Sing, dear Rogue.
Fidler sings.
Oh how I abhor
The tumult and smoak of the Town,
The Clamours of War.
The glittering Court, the
fraudulent Gown,
The Suburb debauches,
The
Cheats of the City,
The ratling of Coaches,
And the noise of the men they call witty.
Clodp. <speaks> Admirable.
<Fidler
sings> But give me the man from all vanity free,
with good store of Land,
And a Country Command,
who honest dares be.
Who Justice dares do, and
the Nation will serve,
And ne're from his true Country
principle swerve.
This, this is the man for me.
Jilt. Very fine.
<Fidler sings>
While the fluttering vain Gallant in London consumes
His Estate in rich Cloaths and Perfumes,
And with drinking
and swilling corrupts all his health;
Or on Punk and
on Bawd spends his youth and his wealth,
While such shall
his wit and his bounty applaud.
Clodp. <speaks> Admirable.
<Fidler sings> Give me
the good man that lives on his own grounds,
And within
his own bounds
Has room for his Hawks and his Hounds,
Can feast his own Tenants with Fowls and with Fishes,
And from his own plenty with good store of Dishes,
And not with damn'd Wine, but with good English Ale
O're their faithful hearts can prevail,
And nothing
to others does owe.
But from his own house hears his
own Oxen low,
And his own Sheep bleat,
While
the grateful sounds sweet Ecchoes repeat.
This, this
is the man that is truly call'd great.
Jilt. <speaks> Excellent, there's a Crown; pray come and sing this to me twice a day as long as I stay in Epsom.
Fid. I will, Madam.
Clodp. 'Tis incomparable, let me embrace thee, there's ten shillings for thee; and if thou wilt live with me in Sussex, thou shalt never see London again.
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First line: Her lips are two brimmers of claret
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 4.1, p.59.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<Clodp.> Sings
Her Lips
are two Brimmers of Claret,
Where first I began to miscarry,
Her Breasts of delight
Are two Bottles of white,
And her Eyes are two Cups of Canary.
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First line: If she prove constant obliging and kind
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), 5.1, pp.77-8.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 296:13 (1673)
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Fribble, Bisket drunk, with Fidlers.
Bisk. Come on Fiddles, play us a Serenade; a Serenade's a fine merry Tune; we'll be as merry as the veryest Roysters of of 'em all, and as drunk too, an we set upon't, Neighbour Fribble.
Frib. I warrant you, come we are choice Lads; come play a Serenade at this Window, fa, la, la, la.
Bisk. sings. Fa, la. Hold, can't you sing <sings> Hey for Cavaliers, ho for Cavaliers, Dub, a dub, dub, have at old Belzebub, Oliver stinks for fear.
Fid. No an't please you, Sir.
Frib. Ah brave Neighbour Bisket, you are a merry man i' fack.
Bisk. I, am I not? I defie any man in Epsom to be merrier, i'fags. Come let's all be Musitioners, and all roar and sing,
Here's
a Health unto his Majesty,
With a Fal, la, la, la, la
lero.
Frib. Come on, hey Boys, strike up---
Bisk. Now have I as much courage as any man upon the face of the Earth, if my Sweeting were here I'd beat her extreamly, I'd Chastise my Pigsnye immoderately: I love her, poor Bird, but she's too unruly.
An old senseless Song.
If she prove constant, obliging, and kind,
Perhaps I'le vouchsafe for to love her,
But if pride
or inconstancy in her I find,
I'de have her to know
I'm above her.
Frib. Bravely resolv'd. But for all that you left me engag'd basely and scurvily.
Enter Mrs. Bisket and Mrs. Fribble.
Mrs. Frib. Mr. Rains shou'd be here by the Fiddles. O lamentable, our Husbands are drunk and roaring and serenading.
<a few more lines of dialogue follow before>
Bisk.
sings. But if pride or inconstancy in her I find,
I'de
have her to know I am above her.
Mrs. Bisk. Above me! a pitiful Comfit-maker above me! I'le have better men above me. Sirrah, I'le spoil your singing.
Enter Kick and Cuff, with Fiddles.
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First line: Leave leave these useless arts
Source Edition: Epsom-Wells (1672), not printed in play.
First performed: 2 December 1672
UMI reel no.: Not applicable
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Day and Murrie, p.274, n.1948 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus... Second Book, 1694, pp.33-4 (UMI(2) 1926:18) and others.
Text of song:
Leave, leave these useless Arts,
Leave, leave these useless Arts in loving;
Seeming
anger and disdain:
Trust, trust to nature gently,
Gently, gently moving, nature
Never, never, never,
never, never, never,
Never, never, never, never, never
pleads in vain;
Nothing, nothing guides a lovers passion,
Nothing guides a lovers passion,
Like, like the
fair ones inclination,
Like the fair ones inclination.
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First line: After I had your orders last night
Source Edition: Henry III of France, Stabbed by a Friar, with the Fall of the Guise (1672), 2.2, p.23.
First performed: c.June? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 512:14 (1678)
Author: Thomas Shipman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Musick far off. Spirit descending leasurely. Sings this, viz.
SPIRIT SINGS.
After I
had your Orders last night,
I met with a path all paved
with light,
And yet with my passing I made it more bright.
Then through the lowest Region I flew,
Sousing
through falling Bogs of Dew,
By the Moon's Orb then
swiftly I past,
No lightening nor thought made ever such
haste;
Nor did I stay, till Venus I found
All cover'd with Roses, and with Mirtles Crown'd.
Each Rose did in native Scarlet appear;
Yet every Rose
was outblush'd by her,
Because I found Mars in the
midst of her Sphear.
Your Summons he read, and obey'd
with a Nod,
I had ne'r gain'd else that stubborn
God.
Then I flew to an Orb, that was much more than bright;
With Diamonds studded and roof'd o'r with light.
I knew't could be none
But Jupiter's Throne;
My Summons he read, and obey'd with a frown.
And now all the three are there coming down.
No fate
ne'r so dark escape can their sense,
Since each of
'em is an intelligence.
Look, Sir, they hover, all
three hover there, [Spirit descends.
Wave but your Wand,
and all three will appear. [Waves his Wand.
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First line: I come from the deeps below
Source Edition: Henry III of France, Stabbed by a Friar, with the Fall of the Guise (1672), 2.2, p.24.
First performed: c.June? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 512:14 (1678)
Author: Thomas Shipman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Fry'r Waves his Wand. Reads, then Loud Musick, th' Earthy Spirit ascends with this
SONG.
I come from the Deeps below,
Where Coral branches
bud.
From where the Rubies grow
From the
Rocks richest blood.
Altho in the Deeps, little darkness
we know;
The Diamond's our Sun,
The Pearl
is our Moon,
And the rest of our Jewels are stars there
below.
The Earthy Spirit then clear rises...
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First line: With amorous wiles and perjur'd eyes
Source Edition: Henry III of France, Stabbed by a Friar, with the Fall of the Guise (1672), 3.1,pp.48-9.
First performed: c.June? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 512:14 (1678)
Author: Thomas Shipman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ling. Dear Chateneuf, may I a Song obtain.
It
is a favour that I beg to gain.
Chat. You may
command, and best of all can tell,
That I sing true,
altho I sing not well.
SONG.
With
amourous wiles and perjur'd eyes
False Damon did
me move,
Like Charming Winds his kindling sighs
First fann'd me into Love.
My thriving Passion
he did feed,
Whilst it was young and slight,
But ah! when there was greatest need,
Alas he starves
it quite!
Was ever more injustice known,
O Damon, prithee say;
To fit my heart for thee
alone,
And cast it now away.
Henceforth my
Passion I shall hate.
'Cause it gain'd none for
me;
Yet love it too (such is my fate)
Because
it was for thee.
Thy Heart I never will upbraid,
Altho it mine did kill,
Ah! Think upon an injur'd
Maid
That's forc'd to Love thee still.
But Justice may the Tables turn
In vindicating
me;
And thou with equal torments burn
For
one who Loves not Thee.
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First line: Love shot himself into my breast like flame
Source Edition: Henry III of France, Stabbed by a Friar, with the Fall of the Guise (1672), 3.1,pp.52-3.
First performed: c.June? 1672 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 512:14 (1678)
Author: Thomas Shipman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
They hear the tuning of a voice, and Essays at a Tune. Navar steals out towards the Arbour. Gril. steps and lissens to this---
SONG by Gabril unseen.
Love shot himself
into my breast like flame;
And soon as ever there he
came,
My heart was all in fire:
Nothing so
scorching as Desire!
Yet in those flames I fry:
And tho I ev'ry minute try,
I cannot, cannot,
oh! I cannot dy!
Like Love I'm blind, stark
blind, although I see;
No object fits my Eyes but He.
I had him once in view;
When like departing breath
he flew.
Each night I wishing lie,
Wasting
my soul in every Sigh;
Yet cannot, cannot, oh! I cannot
dy!
My Soul can never from my Body part,
'Til I find him who has my heart.
When I that
blessing spy,
O I betwixt his Arms could dy!
But 'till I be possest
Of joys that now are only
guest,
I cannot, cannot, oh! I cannot rest!
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First line: A lass there lives upon the green
Source Edition: Oroonoko (1695), 2.3, pp.27-8.
First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 514:12 (1696)
Author: Thomas Southerne
Composer: Raphael Courteville ( nwc)
Lyrics: Sir Harry Sheers
Performer/s: the "Boy"
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.272, n.1925 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Fourth Book (1696), pp.1-3 (UMI(2) 2094:11) et al.
Text of song:
Blan. The Men are all in love with fair Clemene
As much as you are: and the Women hate her,
From an instinct
of natural jealousie.
They sing, and dance, and try their
little tricks
To entertain her, and divert her sadness.
May be she is among 'em: shall we see? [Exeunt.
The Scene drawn shews the Slaves, Men, Women, and Children upon the Ground, some rise and dance, others sing the following Songs.
A SONG. [By an unknown hand.] Sett by Mr. Courtevill, and sung by the Boy to Miss Cross.
I.
A
Lass there lives upon the Green,
Cou'd I her Picture
draw;
A brighter Nymph was never seen,
That
looks, and reigns a little Queen,
And keeps the Swains
in awe.
II.
Her Eyes are Cupid's
Darts, and Wings,
Her Eyebrows are his Bow;
Her Silken Hair the Silver-Strings,
Which sure and swift
destruction brings
To all the Vale below.
III.
If Pastorella's dawning Light
Can warm,
and wound us so:
Her Noon will shine so piercing bright,
Each glancing beam will kill outright,
And every
Swain subdue.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Bright Cynthia's pow'r divinely great
Source Edition: Oroonoko (1695), 2.3, p.29.
First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 514:12 (1696)
Author: Thomas Southerne
Composer: Raphael Courteville ( nwc)
Lyrics: Thomas Cheeke
Performer/s: Mr. Leveridge
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.186, n.418 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Fourth Book (1696), pp.3-6 (UMI(2) 2094:11) et al.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
A SONG, by Mr. Cheek. Sett by Mr. Courtevill, and sung by Mr. Leveridge.
I.
Bright Cynthia's Pow'r divinely great,
What Heart is not obeying?
A thousand Cupids on her wait,
And in her Eyes are playing.
II.
She seems the Queen of Love to reign,
For She
alone dispences
Such Sweets, as best can entertain
The Gust of all the Senses.
III.
Her Face a charming prospect brings;
Her Breath
gives balmy Blisses:
I hear an Angel, when she sings,
And taste of Heaven in Kisses.
IV.
Four Senses thus she feasts with joy,
From Nature's
richest Treasure:
Let me the other Sense employ,
And I shall dye with pleasure.
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First line: Celemene pray tell me [When those pretty eyes I see]
Source Edition: Oroonoko (1695), song not printed in play.
First performed: November 1695 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 514:12 (1696)
Author: Thomas Southerne
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: 'the Boy and Girl'
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.191, n.507 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Fourth Book (1696), pp.7-10 (UMI(2) 2094:11) et al.
Text of song:
He. Celemene, pray tell me,
When those pretty
Eyes I see;
Why my Heart beats in my Breast?
Why it will not let me rest?
Why this trembling too all
o'er;
Pains I never felt before:
And
when thus I touch your Hand,
Why I wish I was a Man?
She. How shou'd I know more than you?
Yet
wou'd be a Woman too.
When you wash your self and
play,
I methinks cou'd look all day;
Nay just now am pleas'd so well,
Shou'd you Kiss
me I won't tell;
No, no I won't tell, I won't
tell,
Shou'd you Kiss me I won't tell.
He. Tho' I cou'd do that all day,
And
desire no better play:
Sure in Love there's something
more,
Which makes Mamma so bigg before.
She.
Once by chance I heard it nam'd;
Don't ask what
for I'm asham'd:
Stay but till you're past
Fifteen,
Then you'll know what 'tis I mean,
Then you'll know what 'tis I mean.
He.
However lose not present bliss;
But now we're alone
let's Kiss,
She. My Breasts do so heave.
He. My Heart does so pant.
She. There's something
more we want,
There's something more we want.
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First line: Great Psyche goddess of each field and grove
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 1.1, p.3.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.231, n.1204 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.1-3.
Text of song:
Enter Pan with his Followers, and Sings in Recitative.
Pan sings. Great Psyche,
Goddess of each Field and Grove,
Whom every Prince and
every God does love:
To your all-commanding hand
Pan yields his Sovereign Command:
For you the Shepherds
Pipe and Sing,
And with their Nymphs Dance in a Ring:
Fruits shall they bring, and pretty Garlands weave,
And shall the Meads of all their Sweets bereave:
Vertumnus
and Flora their Tribute shall pay,
And to Psyche shall
dedicate this happy day.
The Sylvans and Dryads shall
Dance all around,
And Psyche dread Queen of the Place
shall be Crown'd.
My Lov'd Syrinx and Eccho shall
sing and shall play,
And to Psyche shall dedicate this
happy day.
Chor. And Pan, who before all here did command,
Now resigns all his Empire to Psyche's fair hand.
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First line: Great Psyche shall find no such pleasure as here
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 1.1, pp.4-5.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.231, n.1205 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.4-6.
Text of song:
A Short Symphony of Rustick Musick...The Dryads and Sylvans presenting their Offerings. One sings.
1. Voice. Great Psyche shall find no such pleasures as
here
Eccho. no such pleasures as here
as
here.
2. Voices. Where her dutiful Subjects shall all
stand in awe
shall all stand in awe
in awe.
3. Voices. Her Frowns and her Smiles shall give us all Law
give us all Law
all Law.
4. Voices.
And from us of Rebellion she need have no fear
she need
have no fear
no fear.
Voices, Flajolets, Violins, Cornets, Sackbutts, Hoa-boys: All joyn in Chorus.
Chor. How happy are those that inhabit this place,
Where a sign is ne'r heard, where no falshood we meet,
Where each single heart agress with the face.
No
climate was ever so calm and so sweet.
Eccho. was ever
so calm and so sweet
so calm and so sweet
so sweet.
1. Voice. To beauteous Psyche all devotion
is due.
Eccho. all devotion is due
is due.
2. Voices. Our humble Offerings she will not despise
Eccho. she will not despise
despise.
3. Voices. Since the Tribute is offer'd from hearts that are
true.
from hearts that are true.
are true.
4. Voices. From hearts all devoted to Psyche's bright Eyes
to Psyche's bright Eyes
bright Eyes.
Chor. How happy are those, &c.
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First line: Envy 'gainst Psyche such black storms shall raise
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 1.1, p.7.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.214, n.910 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.6-7.
Text of song:
Envy sings. Envy 'gainst
Psyche such black storms shall raise,
As all her pow'rful
beams shall ne'r dispel:
Beyond her strength shall
be her suffering;
Her to the greatest misery I'll
bring,
And e'er I've done, I'll send her
down to Hell.
1. Fury. In Hell too late she shall relent,
And all her arrogance repent.
2. Fury. We Furies
will torment your Soul.
And you shall weep and houl.
1. Fury. And at the sight of ev'ry Snake
Tremble
and quake.
2. Fury. There you shall mourn eternally,
And to the quick shall feel each lash we give:
1. Fury. There you shall always wish to die,
And yet
in spight of you shall always live.
Chor. of all. There
you shall always, &c.
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First line: With kindness I your pray'rs receive
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 1.1, p.13.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.391, n.3995 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.8-9.
Text of song:
Venus sings. With kindness
I your pray'rs receive,
And to your hopes success
will give.
I have with anger seen Mankind adore
Your Sister's beauty, and her scorn deplore.
Which they shall do no more.
For their Idolatry I'll
so resent,
As shall your wishes to the full content.
Your Father is with Psyche now,
And to Apollo's
Oracle they'll go.
Her Destiny to know.
I by the God of Wit shall be obey'd,
For Wit to Beauty
still is subject made.
He'll so resent your cause
and mine,
That you will not repine,
But will
applaud the Oracle's Design.
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First line: Let's to Apollo's altar now repair
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 2.1, pp.15-7.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.279, n.2035 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.10-14.
Text of song:
The Scene is the Temple of Apollo Delphicus...This following Hymn is sung in Chorus.
Chor. Let's to Apollo's Altar now repair,
And offer up our Vows and Pray'r;
Let us enquire
fair Psyche's destiny.
Repeat. The Gods to her will
sure propitious be,
If Innocence and Beauty may go free.
Ch<ief>. P<riest>. Go on, and to
the Altar lead.
Chief Priest turns to the People, and sings on.
This hallow'd ground let no
one tread,
Who is defil'd with Whoredom, or with
Bloud,
Lest all our pray'rs should be for them withstood.
Let none be present at our Sacrifice,
But of an
humble uncorrupted mind.
The God for wicked men will
all our vows despise.
And will to all our wishes be unkind.
[By this time they come near the Altar...holding the Altar in his hands, sings alone, as follows.
Ch. Pr.
Son of Latona and great Jove,
In Delos born, which thou
so much dost love:
Great God of Physick and of Archery,
Of wisdom, Wit, and Harmony;
God of all Divinations
too.
Chor of Voices and Instrum. To thee our vows and
pray'rs are due.
To thee our, &c.
[Chief Priest kneels, kisses the Altar, then rises and sings.
Ch. Pr. Thou gav'st the Cruel Serpent Python death,
Depriv'dst the Giant Tyrion of his breath:
Thou dist the monstrous Cyclops too destroy,
Who form'd
the Thunder, which did kill thy Son.
Chor. Thou light
of all our life, and all our joy,
Our Offerings with
our hearts are all thine own.
[Chief Priest kneels, and kisses the Altar again.
Ch. Pr. By sacred
Hyacinth, thy much lov'd Flower,
By Daphne's
memory we thee implore,
Thou wou'dst be present at
our Sacrifice,
And not our humble Offerings despise.
Chorus of Voices and Instrum. And we for ever will thy praise
advance.
Thou Author of all Light and Heat.
Let Pipes and Timbrels sound, and let them dance.
Each
day our worship we'll repeat,
Each day, &c.
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First line: To Apollo our celestial king
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 2.1, p.17.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.357, n.3409 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), p.15.
Text of song:
They <Priests and Boys> sing as follows:
Chor. To Apollo
our Celestial King,
We will Io Paean sing;
Io Paean, Io Paean,
Io Paean will we sing:
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First line: Break distracted heart there is no cure
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 2.1, pp.23-4.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.186, n.413 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.16-8.
Text of song:
Two despairing Men and two despairing Women sing as follows.
1. Man.
Break, break, distracted heart, there is no cure
For
Love, my monds too raging Calenture.
1. Wom. Sighs which
in other passions vent,
And give them ease when they
lament,
Are but the bellows to my hot desire.
2. Wom. And tears in me not quench, but nourish fire.
2. Man. Nothing can mollifie my grief,
Or give my passion
a relief.
1. Man. Love is not like our earthly fire,
You soon may smoother out that flame;
Concealing
does increase desire,
No opposition Love can tame.
2. Wom. Despair in Love transcends all pain,
Lost
hope will ne'r return again.
1. Wom. In Hell there's
no such misery,
As now oppresses me.
I this
one pang alone
Wou'd change for Sisyphus his Stone.
2. Man. I would the torments which I feel
Change
for Ixion's Wheel.
2. Wom. The Vulture should on
me for ever feed,
Rather then thus my heart for Love
should bleed.
1. Man. Oh Tantalus! for thy eternal Thirst;
I'm more on Earth then thou in Hell accurst.
1. Wom. Was ever grief like mine?
2. Wom. Like mine?
1. Man. Like mine?
2. Man. Like mine?
Chorus. Was ever grief like mine?
Was ever, &c.
2. Wom. Nothing but death can cure our misery.
1. Wom. I'll die.
1. Man. I'll die.
2. Man. I'll die.
Chorus. Nothing but death can cure
our misery.
Nothing but, &c.
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First line: Ye bold sons of earth that attend upon fire
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 3.1, pp.29-30.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.393, n.4031 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), p.19.
Text of song:
Vulcan sings. Ye bold Sons
of Earth, that attend upon Fire,
Make haste with the
Palace, least Cupid should stay;
You must not be lazy
when Love does require,
For Love is impatient, and brooks
no delay.
When Cupid you serve, you must toil and must
sweat,
Redouble your blows, and your labour repeat.
The vigorous young God's not with laziness serv'd,
He makes all his Vassals their diligence show,
And nothing from him but with pains is deserv'd;
Is his favourite still. The confederate Fool,
He as useless
lays by for a pitiful Tool.
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First line: This palace is finish'd and the other shall be
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 3.1, p.30-1.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.350, n.3281 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.20-2.
Text of song:
1. Cycl. This Palace is
finish'd, and the other shall be
Made fit for his
small Deity.
2. Cycl. But fire makes us cholerick, and
apt to repine,
Unless you will give some us Wine.
Chor. With swinging great Bowls,
Let's refresh
our dry Souls,
And then we'll work with a Clink,
clink, clink;
But first let us drink, but first let us
drink.
Vulcan. Let each take his Bowl then, and
hold it to his nose,
Then let him redouble his blows.
Cycl. Nay, stint us not so, but let each take his two,
And twice as much then we can do.
Chor. With swinging
great Bowls,
Let's refresh &c.
Vulc. Ye Slaves, will you never from drunkenness refrain?
Remember Ulysses again.
Cycl. Ulysses is a Dog,
were he here he shou'd find
We'd scorn him, and
drink our selved blind.
Chor. With swinging great Bowls,
Let's refresh, &c. [They take their Kans in their
hands.
Pyrac. Here, Harpes, to you. Harp. Here, Brontes,
to you,
And so take each Cyclops his due.
Bron. To thee, Steropes. Ster. Pyracmon, to thee.
Omn.
And thus in our Cups wee'll agree.
Chor. With swinging
great Bowls,
Let's refresh, &c.
Vulc. Be gone, or great Jove will for Thunder bolts stay,
The world grows so wicked wach day.
Cycl. He has
less need of Thunder then we have of Wine:
We'd drink,
though great Jove shou'd repine.
Chor. With swinging
great Bowls,
Let's refresh, &c.
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First line: All joy to fair psyche in this happy place
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 3.1, p.36.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.169, n.116 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.22-6 and others.
Text of song:
This following Song is sung by invisible Singers.
All
joy to fair Psyche in this happy place,
And to our great
Master, who her shall embrace:
May never his Love nor
her Beauty decay,
But be warm as the Spring, and still
fresh as the Day.
Chor. No Mortals on earth ever wretched
cou'd prove,
If still while they liv'd, they'd
be always om love.
There's none without Love
ever happy can be,
Without it each Brute were as happy
as we.
The knowledge men boast of does nothing but vex,
And their wandering Reason their minds does perplex.
But no Mortals, &c.
Love's sighs
and his tears are mix'd with delights,
But were he
still pester'd with cares and with frights,
Shou'd
a thousand more troubles a Lover invade,
By one happy
moment they'd fully be paid.
Chor. No Mortals, &c.
Then lose not a moments, but in pleasure employ it,
For a moment once lost will always be so;
Your
Youth requires Love, let it fully enjoy it,
And push
on your Nature as far as 'twill go.
Chor, No Mortals,
&c.
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First line: Let us loudly rejoice
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 3.1, pp.38-9.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.278, n.2018 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.26-31.
Text of song:
The Priests sing this following Song, and dance to't.
Let us loudly rejoyce,
With glad heart and with voice;
For the Monster
is dead,
And here is his head.
No more shall
our Wives
Be afraid of their lives,
Nor our
Daughters by Serpents miscarry.
The Oracle then
Shall bestow them on Men,
And they not with Monster's
shall marry.
Let us lowdly rejoyce
With glad
heart and with voice;
For the Monster is dead,
And here is his head.
Praesul sings. Great
God of War to thee
We offer up our thanks and pray'r
For by thy mighty Deity
Triumphing Conquerours
we are.
Chor. Thou'rt great among the heavenly race,
And onely to the Thunderer giv'st place.
Praesul.
Jove is thy father, but does not exceed
Thy Deity on
any score.
Thou, when thou wilt, canst make the whole
world bleed,
And then canst heal their breaches by thy
power.
Chor. 'Tis thou that must to Armies give success,
Thou that must Kingdoms too with safety bless,
Thou that must bring, and then must guard their peace.
They dance...After the Dance---
Praes.
sings. While we to Mars his praises sing,
A Horse, th'appointed
Victim, bring.
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First line: Great god of war if thou dost not despise
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 3.1, pp.39-40.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.231, n.1198 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.33-5.
Text of song:
Venus sings. Great God
of War, if thou dost not despise
The power of my victorious
eyes,
Reject this Sacrifice.
My Deity they
disrespect,
My Altars they neglect,
And Psyche
onely they adore,
Whom they shall see no more.
Have I yet left such influence on your heart,
As
to enjoyn you wou'd take my part.
By some known token
punish their offence,
And let them know their insolence.
Mars. So much your influence on me remains,
That still I glory in my chains.
What ever you command,
shall be
A sov'reign Law to me.
These
saucy Mortals soon shall see
What 'tis to disrespect
your Deity.
To show how much for you I them despise,
Since they with Venus dare contend,
Ye powers of
Hell your Furies send,
And interrupt their Sacrifice.
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First line: Let old age in its envy and malice take pleasure
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 4.1, p.44.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.276, n.1984 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.36-40.
Text of song:
Cup. What I to my lov'd
Psyche owe:
For her shall Quires of Cupids sing,
For her the Sphears shall their loud Musick bring.
SONG.
Let old Age in its envy and malice
take pleasure,
In business that's sower, and in hoarding
up treasure:
By dulness seem wise, be still peevish and
nice;
And what they cannot follow, let them rail at as
vice.
Wise Youth will in Wine and in Beauty delight,
Will revel all day, and will sport all the night.
For never to love, wou'd be never to live,
And Love
must from Wine its new vigour receive.
How insipid
were life without those delights,
In which lusty hot
Youth spend their days and their nights;
Of our nauseous
dull beings we too soon should be cloy'd,
Without
those bless'd joys which Fools onely avoid.
Unhappy
grave Wretches, who live by false measure,
And for empty
vain shadows refuse real pleasure;
To such Fools while
vast joys on the witty are waiting,
Life's a tedious
long journey without ever baiting.
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First line: Stay this act will much defile my streams
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 4.1, p.52.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.337, n.3065 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.41-3.
Text of song:
The God <of the
River> sings. Stay, stay, this act will much defile my Streams:
With a short patience suffer these extreames.
Heav'n
has for thee a milder Fate in Store,
The time shall be
when thou shalt weep no more.
And yet fair Psyche ne'r
shall die.
1. Nymph. She ne'r shall die.
2. Nymph. She ne'r shall die.
Chor. She ne'r
shall die:
But shall be crown'd with Immortality.
But shall be, &c.
The God sings
again. Venus approaches, from her anger flie;
More troubles
yet your constancy must try.
But th' happy minute
will ere long arrive,
That will to you eternal freedom
give.
And yet fair Psyche ne'r shall die.
1. Nymph. She ne'r shall die.
2. Nymph. She ne'r
shall die.
Chor. But shall be crown'd with Immortality.
But shall be, &c.
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First line: To what great distresses proud Psyche is brought
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.1, pp.53 [55]-6.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.359, n.3447 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.44-7.
Text of song:
The Scene represents Hell...The following Song is sung by Furies and Devils.
To
what great distresses proud Psyche is brought ?
Oh the
brave mischiefs our malice has wrought!
Such Actions
become the black Subjects of Hell,
Our great Prince of
Darkness who e'r will serve well,
Chor. Must to all
Mortals, nay, Gods shew their spight,
And in horrour
and torments of others delight.
How cool are our
flames, and how light are our chains,
If our craft of
our cruelty Souls enow gains:
In perpetual houlings and
groans we take pleasure,
Our joys by the torments of
others we measure.
Chor. To rob Heav'n of the Fair
is our greatest delight,
To darkness seducing the Subjects
of Light.
How little did Heav'n of its Empire
take care,
To let Pluto take the Rich, Witty, and Fair:
While it does for it self Fools and Monsters preserve,
The Blind, Ugly and Poor, and the Cripple reserve.
Chor. Heav'n all the worst Subjects for it self does prepare,
And leaves all the best for the Prince of the Air.
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First line: Refrain your tears you shall no pris'ner be
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.1, pp.57-8.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.322, n.2790 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.48-51.
Text of song:
Pluto sings. Refrain your
tears, you shall no pris'ner be;
Beauty and Innocence
in Hell are free:
They're Treasons, Murders, Rapes
and Thefts that bring
Subjects to th'infernal King.
You are no Subject of this place,
A God you must
embrace.
From Hell to Heaven you must translated be,
Where you shall live and love to all eternity.
Proserp.
Psyche, draw near: with thee this Present take,
Which
given to Venus soon thy peace will make:
Of Beauty, 'tis
a Treasury Divine,
And you're the Messenger she did
design.
Lost Beauty this will soon restore,
And all defect's repair:
Mortals will now afresh
her Beams adore,
And ease her mind of jealousie and care,
No Beauty that has this can e'r despair.
Pluto.
Here are your Sisters, who your life once sought:
Their
malice to this place has Psyche brought,
And against
her all these dire mischiefs wrought.
For ever here they
shall remain,
And shall in Hell suffer eternal pain.
But Psyche shall a Deity embrace.
Proserp. Be gone,
fair Psyche!
Pluto. Be gone, fair Psyche!
Both. Be gone, fair Psyche, from this place!
Chor. of
all. For Psyche must the God of Love embrace.
For Psyche
must the God of Love embrace.
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First line: Assemble all the [ye] heavenly choir
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.[2], pp.67-8.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.177, n.260 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.53-5.
Text of song:
Apollo sings.
Apollo. Assemble all the Heavenly Quire,
And
let the God of Love inspire
Your hearts with his Celestial
Fire.
The God of Love's a happy Lover made,
His ravisging delights shall never fade.
Chorus...
With his Immortal Psyche He
Now tastes those joys which
ought to be
As lasting as Eternity.
Apollo.
Come, Lovers, from the Elizian Groves,
And celebrate
these heavenly Loves. [A Symphony of Pipes...
Apollo.
Bacchus with all your jolly Crew,
Come revel at these
Nuptials too. [A Symphony of Hoboys...
Apollo. Come all
ye winged Spirits of the skies,
And all ye mighty Deities
[A Symphony of Recorders...
Apollo. You all his humble
Vassals are,
And in his joy should have a share.
Chor. With his immortal Psyche he
Now tastes, &c.
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First line: On earth by unkindness are often destroy'd
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.[2], p.68.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.311, n.2606 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.55-6.
Text of song:
I. Elizian Lover sings a Treble.
On Earth by unkindness are often destroy'd
The delights in the Nymphs who are so much ador'd;
Or else the poor Lovers by kindness are cloy'd,
So faint are the pleasures their Love does afford.
2.
Treble. With sighs and with tears,
With jealousies, griefs,
and with fears,
The wretched poor Lover is tost,
For a few moments pleasure his liberty's lost.
3.Treble. How short are those moments, yet how few they
employ!
Ah how short! ah how short is the joy!
2. Treble, Ah how short! ah how short is the joy!
I. Treble. Ah how short! ah how short is the joy!
Chorus
of three Trebles... Thus wretched Mankind does suffer below,
And in Heav'n each Godhead to Cupid does bow;
But Love, Love, was ne'r perfect till now.
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First line: Behold the god [of] whose mighty pow'r
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.[2], p.69.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.182, n.344 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.58-9.
Text of song:
Mars sings... Behold the
God, whose mighty pow'r
We all have felt, and all
adore;
To him I all my Triumphs owe,
To him
my Trophies I must yield:
He makes victorious Monarchs
bow,
And from the Conq'ror gains the Field.
Chorus... He turns all the horrours of War to delight,
And were there no Love, no Heroes would fight. [A Returnello...
Mars. Honours to Battel spurs them on,
Honour
brings Pow'r when War is done:
But who would venture
Life for Pow'r,
Onely to govern dull Mankind?
'Tis Woman, Woman they adore;
For Beauty they
those dangers find.
Chorus... No Princes the toyls of
Ambition would prove,
Or Dominion would prize, if it
were not for Love. [A Returnello...
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First line: The delights of the bottle and the charms of good wine
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), 5.[2], pp.70-1.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.210, n.838 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), pp.59-60 and others.
Text of song:
Bacchus.
The delights of the Bottle, and the charms of good Wine,
To the power and the pleasures of Love must resign:
Though
the Night in the joys of good Drinking be past,
The debauches
but till the next Morning will last.
Chorus... But Loves
great Debauch is more lasting and strong;
For that often
lasts a man all his life long. A Returnello again.
Bacchus.
Love and Wine are the Bonds which fasten us all;
The
World but for these to confusion would fall:
Were it
not for the pleasures of Love and good Wine,
Mankind
for each trifle their lives would resign.
Chorus. They'd
not value dull life, or would live without thinking;
Nor would Kings rule the World but for Love and good drinking. A
Returnello again.
Apollo. But to Love! to Love
the great union they owe;
All in Earth and in Heav'n
to his Scepter must bow.
A general Chorus... All joy
to this Celestial Pair,
Who thus by Heav'n united
are:
'Tis a great thing, worth Heav'ns design,
To make Love's Pow'r with Beauty's joyn.
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First line: All joy to this celestial pair
Source Edition: Psyche, A Tragedy (1675), song not printed in play.
First performed: 27 February 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 334:6
Author: Thomas Shadwell
Composer: Matthew Locke
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.169, n.119 [Music] Score is in The English Opera, or The Vocal Musick in Psyche (1675), p.61. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Lyrics unavailable to compiler.
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