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Item Code: TSSAL1

First line: Pursuing beauty men descry

Source Edition: Sir Anthony Love: or, the Rambling Lady (1691), 2.1, song is appended to the back matter, p.77.

First performed: Late September? 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1662:4

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

A SONG in the Second Act.

I.

Pursuing Beauty, Men descry
The distant Shore, and long to prove
(Still richer in Variety)
The Treasures of the Land of Love.

II.

We Women, like weak Indians, stand
Inviting, from our Golden Coast,
The wandring Rovers to our Land:
But she, who Trades with 'em, is lost.

III.

With humble Vows they first begin.
Stealing, unseen, into the Heart;
But by Possession setled in,
They quickly act another part.

IV.

For Beads, and Baubles, we resign,
In Ignorance, our shining Store,
Discover Nature's richest Mine,
And yet the Tyrants will have more.

V.

Be wise, be wise, and do not try,
How he can Court, or you be Won:
For Love is but Discovery,
When that is made, the Pleasure's done.

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Item Code: TSSAL2

First line: No more sir no more I'll ev'n give it o'er

Source Edition: Sir Anthony Love: or, the Rambling Lady (1691), 4.1, p.48; lyrics appended to the back matter, pp.77-8.

First performed: Late September? 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1662:4

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell

Performer/s: Mr. Bowman and Mrs. Butler

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.296, n.2339 [Music] Score appears in Vinculum Societatis...Third Book (1691), pp.25-7 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Scene changes to a Bed-Chamber.

[A Song.]

Valentine following Sir Antony Love in her Woman's Cloaths.

<Lyrics as they appear at pp.77-8>

SONG in Dialogue, in the Fourth Act.

Woman. No more, Sir, no more, I'll ev'n give it or'e,
I see it is all but a Cheat;
Your soft wishing Eyes, your Vows, and your Lyes,
Which thus you so often repeat.

Man. 'Tis you are to blame, who foolishly claim
So silly a lean Sacrifice:
But Lovers, who pray, must always obey,
And bring down their Knees, and their Eyes.

Woman. Of late you have made, Devotion a Trade
In Loving, as well as Religion:
But you cannot prove, thro' th'Ages of Love,
Any Worship was offer'd but One.

Man. That One let it be, in which we agree,
Leave Forms to the Maids, who are younger:
We're both of a mind, make haste, and be kind,
And continue a Goddess no longer.

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Item Code: TSSAL3

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Sir Anthony Love: or, the Rambling Lady (1691), 5.1, p.62.

First performed: Late September? 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1662:4

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

Scene changes to a Bed-Chamber.

SONG.

Volante sola.

<speaks> Methinks my Knight begins to shew himself already...

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Item Code: TSSAL4

First line: In vain Clemene you bestow

Source Edition: Sir Anthony Love: or, the Rambling Lady (1691), 5.1, p.66; lyrics appended to back matter, p.78.

First performed: Late September? 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1662:4

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: Edward Sackvile

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.265, n.1791 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), p.15 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.

Text of song:

The Abbe enters to Sir Antony, singing, and dances round him.

A SONG.

<Lyrics as they appear at page 78>.

SONG in the Fifth Act: By Major-General Sackvile.

I.

In vain Clemene you bestow
The promis'd Empire of your Heart:
If you refuse to let me know
The wealthy Charms of every part.

II.

My Passion with your Kindness grew,
Tho' Beauty gave the first desire:
But Beauty only to pursue,
Is following a wandring Fire.

III.

As Hills in Perspective suppress
The free Enquiry of the Sight:
Restraint makes every Pleasure less,
And takes from Love the full delight.

IV.

Faint Kisses may in part supply
Those eager Longings of my Soul;
But oh! I'm lost, if you deny
A quick possession of the whole.

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Item Code: TSSTW1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: Tarugo's Wiles, or The Coffee-House (1667), 2.2, p.14.

First performed: 5 October 1667

UMI(2) reel no.: 1368:14 (1668)

Author: Sir Thomas St Serfe (adaptation of Moreto's No puede ser guarda una mujer)

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

Text of song:

Alb. Therefore let's presently have a Song---
[He sings a Catch.
Did not you all see how strangely Pug did imitate the Musick?

[Whilest he sings, a Baboon imitates the Musick.

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Item Code: TSTAB1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Amorous Bigotte: With the Second Part of Tegue O Divelly (1690), 2.1, p.18.

First performed: Late March 1690, or slightly earlier (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:9

Author: Thomas Shadwell (also attrib. to Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset)

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

Text of song:

Dor. My Servant waits yonder: but, dear Madam, be pleas'd to add to the pleasure of the Evening by charming me, and all the company, with a Song to the Guittar.

Lev. If you can endure it, send for a Guittar.

Fin. We have one ready. (she sings.)

Lusc. There she is that's her Voice.

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Item Code: TSTAB2

First line: The fire of love in youthful blood

Source Edition: The Amorous Bigotte: With the Second Part of Tegue O Divelly (1690), 4.1, pp.29-30.

First performed: Late March 1690, or slightly earlier (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:9

Author: Thomas Shadwell (also attrib. to Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset)

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.220, n.1010 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Banquet of Musick...Fifth Book (1691), p.5 (UMI(2) 1510:35) et alia.

Text of song:

Elv. What noise is that? (A flourishing of Fiddles.

Ber. Some Musick, my Dear, I have provided for thee, though I must confess I delight in nothing but Haut-boys, Trumpets, Drums, Kettle-Drums, Whole Cannon, Demi-Cannon, Culverin, Half-Culverin, Musquet and Pistol, neighing of Horses, clattering of Arms, Groans of dying men, and such magnanimous military noises, fit for Hero's, yet I have provided softer Musick, befitting your soft sex: come in and sing a Love-Song, ye Scrapers, fit for the occasion. [Ent. Fidlers.

Elv. Sure this vapouring old Fool must be a coward.

SONG.

The Fire of Love in youthful blood,
Like what is kindled in brush-wood,
But for a moment burns,
Yet in that moment makes a mighty noise,
It crackles, and to vapour turns,
And soon it self destroys.
But when crept into aged Veins,
It slowly burns, and long remains,
And with a sullen heat,
Like fire in logs it glows, and warms 'em long,
And though the flame be not so great,
Yet is the heat as strong.

Bern. Love in aged Veins, you damn'd Fiddlers, you Scoundrels of Rosin and Catsgut, what have I to do with aged Veins, you Caterpillars, Vermine, most confounded Minstrils, I will crack your empty Noddles, and demolish your squeaking Fiddles, that you shall not be able to play before a Maypole.

<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.

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Item Code: TSTAB3

First line: The bullets are roaring and cannons are flying

Source Edition: The Amorous Bigotte: With the Second Part of Tegue O Divelly (1690), 4.1, p.30.

First performed: Late March 1690, or slightly earlier (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:9

Author: Thomas Shadwell (also attrib. to Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset)

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

Text of song:

Elv. Methought they sung very well, what made you so passionate?

Bern. Uncivil Rogues, did I chuse them to entertain my Mistress, and must they Lampoon me with aged veins? aged, quoth they. But come, Madam, I'le entertain you with a heroick Song of my own, and I had provided this Drum to sing to, which is better than a Theorb, or Harpsycord.

Elv. Pray bless my Ears with it. (Drum beats.

Bern. I will, my Dear, strike up.

The bullets are roaring, and Cannons are flying,
Wiih a thump, a thump, thump, thump, thump:
Cheer up my lads, ne're think of dying,
With a dump, a dump, dump, dump, dump.
Fall on my brisk boys of the blade,
With a dub, a dub, dub a dub.
Tara, tan, tan-tara, ra.
This is the Soldiers Trade.

<speaks> Play the Ritomells. There's a Song, if you talk of a Song.

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Item Code: TSTD1

First line: I never saw a face till now

Source Edition: The Disappointment: or The Mother in Fashion (1684), 1.1, p.1.

First performed: 5 April 1684? (H/S), April (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1732:19

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)

Lyrics: Edward Sackvile

Tune (if traditional): Never Saw a Face Till Now (according to Day and Murrie)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.252, n.1574 [Music] Thompson, Nathaniel, A Choice Collection of 180 Loyal Songs (1685), pp.239-41 (misno. 238-41)--UMI(2) 1053:4 et alia.

Text of song:

A SONG written by the Honourable Colonel Sackvile.

I never saw a face till now,
That could my Passion move:
I lik'd, and ventur'd many a Vow,
But durst not think of Love,

Till Beauty, charming every sense,
An easie Conquest made;
And shew'd the vainness of defence.
Where Phyllis does invade.

But Oh! her colder Heart denies
The thoughts, her looks inspire;
And while in Ice that frozen lies,
Her Eyes dart only fire.

Betwixt extreams I am undone,
Like plants too Northward set;
Burnt by too violent a Sun,
Or chill'd for want of heat.

<NOTE: See score for additional verses not printed in the play>.

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Item Code: TSTD2

First line: Poor ill-instructed wretched woman-kind

Source Edition: The Disappointment: or The Mother in Fashion (1684), 2.1, pp.10-1.

First performed: 5 April 1684? (H/S), April? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1732:19

Author: Thomas Southerne

Lyrics: "an unknown hand"

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

Text of song:

A SONG by an unknown hand.

Poor, ill-instructed, wretched Woman-kind!
Decre'd by Fate,
Preposterously to Love and Hate;
Our feeble Mind
Yields up the Keyes of our ill-guarded Treasure,
To Tyrant Man, whose arbitrary reign
Scarce gives us Will, or Power to complain:
Us and our Passions they inchain;
The fleeting pleasure
Holds no proportion with the lasting Pain.
And thou the most ungrateful of thy Race,
Who hast my Honour, wouldst my name deface,
Cease thy pursuing,
To my undoing.
Since all the cruel Perjuries I prove,
Do but exalt the merit of my Love,
And whilst thy Falshood immortal proves to me,
My Love aspires to Immortality.

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Item Code: TSTD3

First line: O why did e'er my thoughts aspire

Source Edition: The Disappointment: or The Mother in Fashion (1684), 3.1, p.23.

First performed: 5 April 1684? (H/S), April? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1732:19

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Robert King ( nwc)

Lyrics: Edward Sackvile

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.308, n.2552 [Music] Playford, Henry, The Theater of Music...First Book (1685), pp.3-4 (UMI(2) 363:13) et alia.

Text of song:

A SONG made by Colonel Sackvile.

O why did e'er my thoughts aspire
To wish for that, no Crown can buy!
'Tis Sacrilege, but to desire
What she in honour will deny.

As Indians do the Eastern skies,
I at a distance must adore
The brighter Glories of her eyes;
And never dare pretend to more.

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Item Code: TSTD4

First line: See how fair Corinna [Clorinda] lies

Source Edition: The Disappointment: or The Mother in Fashion (1684), 5.1, pp.60-1.

First performed: 5 April 1684? (H/S), April? (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1732:19

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Simon Pack ( nwc)

Lyrics: George Etherege

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.326, n.2867 [Music] A Collection of Twenty Four Songs (1685), sig.b4 (UMI(2) 176:44) et alia.

Text of song:

A SONG written by Sir George Ethridge.

See how fair Corinna lies,
Kindly calling with her Eyes:
In the tender Minute prove her;
Shepherd! Why so dull a Lover?
Prithee, Why so dull a Lover?

In her blushes see your shame;
Anger they with Love proclaim;
You too coldly entertain her:
Lay your Pipe a little by,
If no other Charms you try,
You will never, never gain her.

While the happy Minute is,
Court her, you may get a kiss,
May be, favours that are greater:
Leave your Piping, to her fly,
When the Nymph you love is nigh,
Is it with a Tune you treat her?
Dull Amintor! fy, Oh! fy:
Now your Shepherdess is nigh;
Can you pass your time no better?

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Item Code: TSTFM1

First line: The danger is over the battle is past

Source Edition: The Fatal Marriage: or, The Innocent Adultery (1694), 3.2, pp.41-2.

First performed: February 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1515:7

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.208, n.795 [Music] Motteux, Peter Anthony (ed.), Gentleman's Journal, March 1694, pp.65-8 et alia.

Text of song:

A SONG set by Mr. Purcell, and Sung by Mrs. Hudson.

1.

The danger is over, the Battle is past,
The Nymph had her fears, but she ventur'd at last,
She try'd the encounter, and when it was done,
She smil'd at her folly, and own'd she had won.
By her Eyes we discover the Bride has been pleas'd;
Her blushes become her, her passion is eas'd;
She dissembles her joy, and affects to look down:
If she Sighs, 'tis for sorrow 'tis ended so soon.

2.

Appear all you Virgins, both Aged and Young,
All you, who have carri'd that burden too long,
Who have lost precious time, and you who are loosing,
Betray'd by your fears between doubting, and chusing:
Draw nearer, and learn what will settle your mind:
You'l find your selves happy, when once you are kind.
Do but wisely resolve the sweet venture to run,
You'l feel the loss little, and much to be won.

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Item Code: TSTFM2

First line: I sigh'd and own'd my love

Source Edition: The Fatal Marriage: or, The Innocent Adultery (1694), 3.2, pp.49-50.

First performed: February 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1515:7

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: "an unknown hand"

Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.254, n.1598 [Music] Hudgebut, John, Thesaurus Musicus...Third Book (1695), pp.6-8 (UMI(2) 1820:20) et alia.

Text of song:

Fred. VVhat have we here?

Vil. Something is well meant:
Let us receive it so. Pray sit my Friends.

An Entertainment of Dancing; after which a Song sent by an unknown hand, set by Mr. Henry Purcell, and Sung by Mrs. Ayliff.

I.

I Sigh'd, and own'd my Love:
Nor did the Fair my Passion disapprove:
A soft engaging Air,
Not often apt to cause Despair,
Declar'd she gave attention to my Pray'r.
She seem'd to pity my Distress,
And I expected nothing less,
Than what her every look does now confess.

II.

But, Oh, her change destroys
The Charming prospect of my promis'd Joys:
She's Rob'd of every Grace
That argu'd pity in her Face,
And cold, forbidding frowns, supply their place.
But while she strives to chill desire,
Her brighter Eyes such warmth inspire,
She checks the flame, but cannot quench the fire.

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Item Code: TSTFM3

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Fatal Marriage: or, The Innocent Adultery (1694), 4.1, p.51.

First performed: February 1694 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1515:7

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

Fab. We'll be within call, Jaquelin, begin as soon as you please.

[Jaqueline with others singing in procession.

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Item Code: TSTFOC1

First line: What's beauty bright Favonia tell

Source Edition: The Fate of Capua (1700), 1.3, p.18.

First Performed: mid-April 1700 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:9

Author: Thomas Southerne

Lyrics: "a Lady"

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. See TSTFOC2

Text of song:

A Song written by a Lady.

What's Beauty? Bright Favonia, tell.
The Mistress of it knows it well.
'Tis not Colour, 'tis not Feature,
Easie Fashion, nor good Nature:
Good Teeth, and Hair, a smiling Grace,
Can't give Perfection to a Face:
Not yielding Lips, or wishing Eyes:
But she is handsom who denies.

<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this, and is a response to it>.

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Item Code: TSTFOC2

First line: What beauty is let Strephon tell

Source Edition: The Fate of Capua (1700), 1.3, pp.18-9.

First Performed: mid-April 1700 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:9

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Lyrics: "a Gentleman"

Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.370, n.3627 [Music] Mercurius Musicus, January/ February 1700, pp.5-7.

Text of song:

<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one, and is a response to it>.

A Song in Answer written by a Gentleman.

What Beauty is, let Strephon tell,
Who oft has try'd it, knows it well:
Not all the Wonders of a Face,
Where Nature triumphs in each Grace,
Not Snowy Breasts, thro' which is seen
The purple Flood that boils within,
Not Lips, when Wit with ease beguiles,
Whilst playsom Cupids dance in Smiles,
Not Youth, not Shape, not Air, not Eyes,
She only charms me who complies.

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Item Code: TSTH1

First line: I hope it is your pleasure

Source Edition: The Humorists (1670), 2.1, pp.27ff.

First performed: 10 December 1670.

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:15 (1671)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Raym. Madam, I fear you are not us'd to the hand, give me leave--- [Changes it for the Song.

Theo. But I hope Mr. Drybob will be pleas'd to give it breath, and utter it harmoniously.

Dryb. My mellodious Pipes are a little obstructed, but to serve you, I will chant it forth incontinently, hem, hem, but Madam, I want a Theorbo to pitch my voice.

La. Love. Will not a Gittar serve?

Dryb. It will in some measure supply the defect.

La. Love. Bridget go fetch one--- [Ex. and brings a Gittar.

Dryb. Now Raymund observe. Crazy listen carefully, Methinks it should break this Fools heart to see how kindly I am us'd.---Hem, hem.

Sings.

I hope it is your pleasure
To accept of this Dog for a Treasure,
From him that loves you beyond all measure
Which may mystically shew
What to your Eyes I owe.
That of your affection I have put on the Clog,
And am your most humble Servant and Dog.
With a Bow, Wow, Wow, &c.

Ha, how do you like that Chorus, faith I think it is very new.

Raym. 'Tis so, and in my judgement has as much sense as most Chorus's....

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Item Code: TSTL1

First line: Fa la la

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 1.1, p.8.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Jacom. How she surveys me! Fa-la-la [Sings, and struts about.

Leon. Who is this you speak of?

Jacom. A man, who, envy must confess, has excellent parts, but those are gifts, gifts--- meer gifts --- thanks be to Heav'n for them.

Leon. But shall I never know his name?

Jacom. He's one, whom many Ladies have honour'd with their affection; but no more of that. They have met disdain, and so forth. But he'll be content to marry you. Fa-la-la-la [Sings.

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Item Code: TSTL2

First line: Thou joy of all hearts and delight of all eyes

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 1.1, p.10.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 298:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: William Turner ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.351, n.3298 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), pp.10-1 (UMI(2) 286:12) and others. First appeared in New Ayres and Dialogues, 1678, pp.8-9 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

D. Joh. Not yet, Antonio, I have an Intrigue here. Enter Fidlers.
Here are my Fidlers. Rank your selves close under this Window, and sing the Song I prepar'd.

SONG.

Thou joy of all hearts, and delight of all eyes,
Nature's chief Treasure, and Beauty's chief Prize,
Look down, you'l discover,
Here's a faithful young vigorous Lover;
With a heart full as true,
As e'r languish'd for you;
Here's a faithful young vigorous Lover.

The Heart that was once a Monarch in's breast,
Is now your poor Captive, and can have no rest;
'Twill never give over,
But about your sweet bosom will hover.
Dear Miss, let it in,
By Heav'n 'tis no sin;
Here's a faithful young vigorous vigorous Lover.

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Item Code: TSTL3

First line: Cloris when you disperse your influence

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 1.1, pp.11-2.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: William Turner ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.195, n.563 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.32 (UMI(2) 286:12) and others. First appeared in New Ayres and Dialogues, 1678, pp.6-7 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

Enter Octavio with Fidlers, and stands under Maria's window.

<D. John.> Ha! whom have we hear? some Serenading Coxcomb. Now shall we have some damn'd Song or other, a Cloris, or a Phillis at least.

SONG.

Cloris when you disperse your influence,
Your dazling Beams are quick and clear,
You so surprize and wound the sense,
So bright a Miracle y'appear.
Admiring Mortals you astonish so,
No other Deity they know,
But think that all Divinity's below---

One charming look from your illustrious Face,
Were able to subdue Mankind,
So sweet, so powerful a Grace
Makes all men Lovers but the blind:
Nor can they freedom by resistance gain,
For each embraces the soft Chain,
And never struggles with the pleasant pain.

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Item Code: TSTL4

First line: Since liberty nature for all has design'd

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 2.1, pp.25-6.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

D. Joh. Pox on revenge. Call in my Minstrils. Enter Fidlers.
Come, sing my Epithalamium.

SONG.

Since Liberty, Nature for all has design'd,
Apox on the Fool who to one is confin'd.
All Creatures besides,
When they please change their Brides.
All Females they get when they can,
Whilst they nothing but Nature obey,
How happy, how happy are they?
But the silly fond Animal, Man,
Makes Laws 'gainst himself, which his Appetites sway;
Poor Fools, how unhappy are they?
Chor. Since Liberty, Nature for all has design'd,
A pox on the Fool who to one is confin'd.

At the first going down, a Woman is good,
But when e'er she comes up, I'll ne'r chew the Cud,
But out she shall go,
And I'll serve 'em all so.
When with one my stomach is cloy'd,
Another shall soon be enjoy'd.
Then how happy, how happy are we?
Let the Coxcomb, when weary, drudge on,
And foolishly stay when he wou'd fain be gone.
Poor Fool! how unhappy is he?
Chor. At the first going down, &c.

Let the Rabble obey, I'll live like a Man,
Who, by Nature, is free to enjoy all he can:
Wise Nature does teach
More truth than Fools preach;
They bind us, but she gives us ease.
I'll revel and love where I please.
She, she's my infallible Guide.
But were the bless'd freedom deni'd
Of variety in the things we love best,
Dull Man were the slavishest Beast.
Chor. Let the Rabble obey, &c.

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Item Code: TSTL5

First line: Woman who is by nature wild

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 3.1, pp.45-7.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Flav. O that this happy day would last our lives-time. But prethee, my Dear, let's have thy Song, and divert our selves as well as we can in the mean time.

Clar. 'Tis a little too wanton.

Flav. Prethee let's be a little wanton this evening, to morrow we must take our leaves on't.

Clar. Come on then; our Maids shall joyn in the Chorus: Here they are.

SONG.

Woman who is by Nature wild,
Dull bearded men incloses;
Of Nature's freedom we're beguil'd
By Laws which man imposes:
Who still himself continues free,
Yet we poor Slaves must fetter'd be.

Chor. A shame on the Curse
Of, For better for worse;
'Tis a vile imposition on Nature:
For Women should change,
And have freedom to range,
Like to every other wild Creature.

So gay a thing was ne'r design'd.
To be restrain'd from roving;
Heav'n meant so changeable a mind
Should have its change in loving.
By cunning we could make men smart,
But they by strength o'rcome our Art.

Chor. A shame on the Curse
Of, For, &c.

How happy is the Village Maid,
Whom onely Love can fetter;
By foolish Honour ne'r betray'd,
She serves a Pow'r much greater:
That lawful Prince the wisest rules,
The Vsurper Honour rules but Fools.

Chor. A shame on the Curse
Of, For, &c.

Let us resume our antient right,
Make man at distance wonder;
Though he victorious be in fight,
In love we'll keep him under.
War and Ambition hence be hurl'd,
Let Love and Beauty rule the World.

Chor. A shame on the Curse
Of, For better, &c.

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Item Code: TSTL6

First line: A shame on the curse (reprise)

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 3.1, p.49.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter Clara, singing, A shame on the Curse, &c.

<NOTE: This is a reprise of the chorus of TSTL5>.

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Item Code: TSTL7

First line: Nymphs and shepherds come away

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 4.1, pp.65-6.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Henry Purcell (Part One-- nwc) (Part Two-- nwc)

Source/s of Music: Parts of the song recorded in Day and Murrie, p.264, n.1782 and p.302, n.2446 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus...Third Edition, Book One (1721), pp.234-5, 244-5. First in Orpheus Britannicus...Second Edition, Book One (1706), pp.234-5, 244-5 (not on microfilm).

Text of song:

2. Shep. <...> hark, the Pipes begin; now for our sports. [A Symphony of Rustick Musick.

Nimphs and Shepherds come away,
In these Groves let's sport and play;
Where each day is a Holy-day,
Sacred to Ease and happy Love.
To Dancing, Musick, Poetry:
Your Flocks may now securely rove.
Whilst you express your jollity.

Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses, singing in Chorus.

We come, we come, no joy like this.
Now let us sing, rejoyce, and kiss.
The Great can never know such bliss
1. As this.
2. As this.
3. As this.
All. As this.
The Great can never know such bliss

1. All th' Inhabitants o'th' Wood,
Now celebrate the Spring,
That gives fresh vigour to the bloud
Of every living thing.
Chor. The Birds have been singing and billing before us,
And all the sweet Choristers joyn in the Chorus.

2. The Nightingales with jugging throats,
Warble out their pretty Notes,
So sweet, so sweet, so sweet:
And thus our Loves and Pleasures greet.
Chor. Then let us our Pipes sound, let us dance, let us sing,
Till the murmuring Groves with loud Eccho's shall ring. [Dance begins.

3. How happy are we,
From all jealousie free;
No dangers or cares can annoy us:
We toy and we kiss,
And Love's our chief bliss;
A pleasure that never can cloy us.
Chor. Our days we consume in unenvi'd delights,
And in love and soft rest our happy long nights.

4. Each Nimph does impart
Her love without Art,
To her Swain, who thinks that his chief Treasure.
No envy is fear'd,
No sighs are e'r heard,
But those which are caus'd by our pleasure.
Chor. When we feel the bless'd Raptures of innocent Love,
No joys exceed ours but the pleasures above.

General Chorus. In these delightful fragrant Groves,
Let's celebrate our happy Loves.
Let's pipe, and dance, and laugh, and sing;
Thus every happy living thing,
Revels in the cheerful Spring.

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Item Code: TSTL8

First line: Prepare prepare new guests draw near

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), 5.1, pp.83-4.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:18 (1676)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Song of Devils.

1. Dev. Prepare, prepare, new Guests draw near,
And on the brink of Hell appear.
2. Dev. Kindle fresh flames of Sulphur there.
Assemble all ye Fiends,
Wait for the dreadful ends
Of impious men, who far excel
All th' Inhabitants of Hell.
Chor. of Devils. ---Let 'em come, let 'em come,
To an eternal dreadful doom,
Let 'em come, let 'em come.
3. Dev. In mischiefs they have all the damn'd outdone;
Here they shall weep, and shall unpiti'd groan,
Here they shall howl, and make eternal moan.
1. Dev. By Bloud and Lust they have deserv'd so well,
That they shall feel the hottest flames of Hell.
2. Dev. In vain they shall here their past mischiefs bewail,
In exquisite torments that never shall fail.
3. Dev. Eternal darkness they shall find,
And them eternall Chains shall bind
To infinite pain of sense and mind.
Chorus of all. ---Let 'em come, let 'em come,
To an eternal dreadful doom
Let 'em come, let 'em come.

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Item Code: TSTL9

First line: To arms heroic prince to arms

Source Edition: The Libertine (1675), song not printed in play.

First performed: 12 June 1675

UMI(2) no.: Not applicable

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: "the Boy". Elsewhere vocals ascribed to Bowen.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.357, n.3410. [Music] Henry Playford, Deliciae Musicae...Second Book, 1695, pp.19-24 (UMI(2) 772:16) and others.

Text of song:

<Boy.> To Arms Heroick Price to arms,
Glory, like Love, has pow'rfull Charms;
Let Glory now thy Soul ingross,
And recompence its Rivals loss;
Bid Trumpets sound, and nothing name,
But Battles, Conquests, Triumphs Fame.

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Item Code: TSTLB1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Loyal Brother, or The Persian Prince (1682), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: 4 February 1682 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:10

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

Tachma's Triumph usher'd in by Drums, and Trumpets; and answer'd by Flutes, Hoe-boys, and voices from the other side of the Stage: Seliman meets Tachmas with a full Court.

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Item Code: TSTLB2

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Loyal Brother, or The Persian Prince (1682), 2.1, p.16.

First performed: 4 February 1682 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:10

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

Enter former Citizens drunk, and singing, the women shriek, and run out, the Soldiers after 'em.

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Item Code: TSTLW1

First line: Come sisters come why do you stay

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 1.1, pp.10-1.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Demd. Ha, ha, ha, how I have fooled these fellows, let 'em go home and prate about it, this night wee'l revel in Sir Edward's Celler, and laugh at the Justice. But to the business of the Night.

She sings.

Come, Sisters, come, why do you stay?
Our business will not brook delay,
The Owl is flown from the hollow Oak.
From Lakes and Bogs the Toads do croak.
The Foxes bark, the Screetch-Owl screams:
Wolves howl, Bats fly, and the faint beams
Of Glow-worms light grows bright a-pace;
The Stars are fled, the Moon hides her face.
The Spindle now is turning round:
Mandrakes are groaning under ground.
I'th' hole i'th' Ditch, (our Nails have made)
Now all our Images are laid,
Of Wax and Wooll, which we must prick,
With Needles urging to the quick.
Into the hole I'le poure a flood
Of Black Lambs bloud, to make all good.
The Lamb with Nails and Teeth wee'l tear.
Come where's the Sacrifice? appear.

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Item Code: TSTLW2

First line: To yonder hall [Our lord we'll call]

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 1.1, p.11.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Dem. Come then to work, anon wee'l play.

To yonder Hall,
Our Lord Weel call,
Sing, dance and eat,
Play many a feat,
And fright the Justice and the Squire,
And plunge the Cattel into the Mire.

But now to work {They tear the Black Lamb...

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: TSTLW3

First line: Now the winds roar [And the skies pour]

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 1.1, p.12.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Song of three parts.

Now the winds roar,
And the Skies Pour
Down all their Store. }It Thunders and Lightens.

And now the Nights black,
Heark how the Clouds crack.
Heark how the Clouds crack. }It Thunders and Lightens.

A hollow din the Woods now make,
The Vallies tremble, Mountains Shake,
And all the living Creatures quake. }It Thunders and Lightens.

It keeps awake the Sleepy fowl,
The Saylers Swear, the high Seas rowl,
And all the frighted Dogs do howl. }It Thunders and Lightens.

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Item Code: TSTLW4

First line: What joy like ours can mortals find

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 2.1, p.26.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Song.

1.

What joy like ours can mortals find?
We can command the Sea and Wind:
All Elements our Charms obey,
And all good things become our prey;
The daintiest Meat, and lustiest Wine,
We for our Sabaths still design.
'Mongst all the great Princes the sun shall ere see.
None can be so great, or so happy as we.

2.

We Sail in Egg-shells on rough Seas,
And see strange Countries when we please
Or on our Beesoms we can fly,
And nimbly mounting to the Sky,
We leave the swiftest Birds behind,
And when we please outstrip the Wind:
Then we feast and we revel after long flight,
Or with a Lov'd Incubus sport all the night.

3.

When we're on Wing, we sport and play,
Mankind, like Emmets, we survey;
With Lightening blast with Thunder Kill.
Cause barrenness where e're we will.
Of full revenge we have the power;
And Heaven it self can have no more.
Heres a health to our Master the Prince of the Flies,
Who commands from Center all up to the Skies.

All. Harr, harr, harr, hoo, hoo, hoo, sabath, sabath, sabath, Devil, Devil, Devil, dance here, dance there, play here, play there, harr, harr, harr, hoo, hoo, hoo.--- They all sink and vanish.

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Item Code: TSTLW5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 3.1, p.30.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Edw. We have indeed too many rotten Members. You speak like Gentlemen, Worthy of such Noble Fathers, as you both had; but Gentlemen I spoke of Musick, I see two of my Artists, come into the Garden, they shall entertain you with a Song this Morning.

Bell. Sir you oblige us every way.

An Italian Song.

<speaks> Finely compos'd, and excellently perform'd.

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Item Code: TSTLW6

First line: Welcome welcome happy be [In this blest society]

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 3.1, pp.42-3.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Dev. Curse Heaven, Plague Mankind, go forth and be a Witch.

The Musick sounds in the Air.

Song.

Chor. of 3 parts. Welcome, welcome, happy be,
In this blest Society.
1. Men and Beasts are in thy Power,
Thou canst Save, and canst Devour,
Thou canst Bless, and Curse the Earth,
And cause Plenty, or a Dearth.

Chor. Welcome, &c.
2. O're Natures Powers thou canst prevail,
Raise Winds, bring Snow, or Rain, or Hail;
Without their Causes, and canst make
The steady Course of Nature shake.

Chor. Welcome, &c.
3. Thou canst mount upon the Clouds,
And skim o're the ruggid Floods;
Thou canst dive to the Sands below,
And through the sollid earth canst go.

Chor. Welcome, &c.
4. Thou'lt open Looks, or through a Chink
Shalt creep for daintiest Meat and Drink.
Thou maist sleep on tops of Trees,
And lye in Flowers like Humble Bees.

Chor. Welcome, &c.
5. Revenge, revenge, the sweetest part
Of all thou hast by thy black Art.
On Heaven thou ne're shalt fix thy mind,
For here 'tis Heav'n to plague mankind.

They Dance with fantastick unusual postures...

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Item Code: TSTLW7

First line: An onny mon smait my sweet heart

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 4.1, p.48.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Yo. Harf. What, because I am merry? nay, and I list, I can be as merry as the best on em all.

An onny mon Smait my Sweet heart,
Ayst Smait him agen an I con,
Flesh what care for a brokken Yead,
For onest a mon's a mon.

<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.

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Item Code: TSTLW8

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 4.1, p.48.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Tune: Roger a Coverly (popular dance). Referred to in PMLAJ13

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

Text of song:

Theo. I see you can be merry indeed.

Yo. Har. Ay that I can, Fa, la, la, fa, la.

He Sings Roger a Coverly.

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Item Code: TSTLW9

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 4.1, p.63.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Edw. And pray give me the same liberty: But now wee'l have some musick, that's good against inchantment, Sing me the Song I Commanded you, and then wee'l have a dance before we go to bed.

Song

Enter Priest.

Preist. Hoh, 'tis a pretty Shong, but I vill shing a brave Cronan now, dat is better I tell you.

He Sings.

Sir Edw. 'Tis very fine, but sing me one Song more in three parts, to sweeten our Ears, for all that. They gape and streyn, but cannot sing, but make an ugly noise. Why what's the matter? you gape and make faces, and do not sing, what's the matter, are you mad?

Priest. Doe you play, play I say, Oh they are bewitch'd, I vill shay no more.

Sir Edw. Play I say.

Music. I can't, my Arms are on the sudden stiff as marble, I cannot move them.

They hold up their bows, but cannot play. Exit. Priest.

Sir. Edw. Sure this is roguery, and Confederacy.

Priest. Conjuro te conjuro in nomine, &c.

The Priest come in with Holy-Water and flings it upon them So long till they run out roaring.

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Item Code: TSTLW10

First line: Song has no lyrics (?)

Source Edition: The Lancashire-Witches, and Tegue O Divelly the Irish-Priest (1681), 5.1, p.69.

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter Sir Timothy and Musick.

Sir Tim. Come on: Place your selves just by her Chamber and play---and sing that Song I love so well.

Song.

<NOTE: This song may be either TSTLW12 or TSTLW13, both of which are songs not printed in the play, to appear "in the 5th. Act">.

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Item Code: TSTLW11

First line: Tormenting passion [beauty] leave my breast

Source Edition: The Lancashire Witches (1681), song not printed in play but to appear "in the 4th. Act".

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hudson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.360, n.3469. [Music] Thesaurus Musicus...Third Book, 1695, p.15 [actually 17!](UMI(2) 1820:20) and others.

Text of song:

<I.>

Tormenting passion leave my breast,
In spight of Cloe I'le have rest;
In vain are all her Syren Arts,
Still longer to hold my troubled heart;
For, I'm resolved to break that chain,
And o're her Charms the conquest gain.

II.

Insulting Beauty I have born,
Too long your female pride and scorn;
Too long have been your publick jest,
Your common Theme at ev'ry Feast
Let others the vain fair pursue,
Whilst I for ever bid adieu.

<NOTE: In the version in Wit and Mirth...Volume Four, 1706, pp.253-4 (CT(1) 10355:17), the word"passion" in the first line is replaced with "beauty">.

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Item Code: TSTLW12

First line: Then beauteous nymph look from above

Source Edition: The Lancashire Witches (1681), song not printed in play. but to appear "in the 5th. Act".

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mr. Dogget

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.345, n.3201. [Music] Thesaurus Musicus...Third Book, 1695, p.29 [actually 31!](UMI(2) 1820:20) and others.

Text of song:

<I.>

Then Beautious Nymph look from above,
And see me here below;
See how the mighty Tyrant Love
Draggs me to your window,
Let not your Heart then hardned be,
Since you my Love have got;
For I'm a Knight of high degree,
And dyes upon the spot.

II.

To morrow then let us be Wedd,
At hours Canonicall;
That I may say when I have spedd,
My heart is free from thrall:
Oh think then what thy Joy will be,
When I am in thy Arms;
That thou may'st have the liberty,
To Rifle all my Charms.

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Item Code: TSTLW13

First line: Thus you may be as happy as we

Source Edition: The Lancashire Witches (1681), song not printed in play. but to appear "in the 5th. Act".

First performed: September 1681 (H&S), Spring? 1681 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:16 (1682)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: John Eccles ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Burr

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.354, n.3360. [Music] Thesaurus Musicus...Third Book, 1695, pp.16-7 [actually 18-9!](UMI(2) 1820:20) and others.

Text of song:

Thus you may be as happy as we,
If like us you'll be wise, and set yourselves free;
From the bondage of friends, and the Nausious address,
Of the fool that pretends with coyn to possess,
She that likes and not Loves, but with Parents consent,
Gives that to her Duty for Passion was meant;
May hope for the joy, but ne're shall be blest,
Till she Nature obey, and Duty transgress.

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Item Code: TSTM1

First line: As I walked in the woods one evening of late

Source Edition: The Miser (1672), 2.1, pp.30-1.

First performed: January 1672

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:11

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Robert Smith ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.175, n.215 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.44 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.

Text of song:

Theodore. Alas poor modesty, fa la la.

Cheat. If you will have any singing, I'le sing you a little Countrey Song shall stirr up these Girles more than your Fiddles and Voyces can do.

Hazard. Prethee do Cheatly.

Song.

As I walk'd in the woods one evening of late,
A Lass was deploring her hapless estate,
She sigh'd, and she sob'd, Ah wretched she said;
Will no youth come succour a languishing Maid?
Shall I still sigh and cry, and look pale and wan,
And languish for ever for want of a man?

At first when I saw a young man in the place,
My colour would fade, and then flush in my face,
My breath would grow short, and I shiver'd all o're;
I thought 'twas an Ague, but Alas it was more,
For e're since I've sigh'd, and do what I can,
I find I must languish for want of a man.

When in bed all the night I weep on my Pillow,
To see others happy, while I wear the Willow;
I revenge my selfe on the innocent sheet,
Where in rage I have oftentimes made my Teeth meet:
But all this won't serve, let me do what I can,
I find I must languish for want of a man.

Now all my fresh colour deserted my face,
And let a pale greenness succeed in the place,
I pine and grow faint, and refuse all my meat,
And nothing but Chalk, Lime, or Oatmeal, can eat:
But in my despair I'le die if I can,
And languish no longer for want of a man.

Joyce. Really Madam Cheatly 'tis a pretty Song.

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Item Code: TSTM2

First line: Come lay by your cares and hang up your sorrow

Source Edition: The Miser (1672), 3.1, pp.41-3.

First performed: January 1672

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:11

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: 1. Robert Smith ( nwc); 2. John Roffey ( nwc).

Lyrics: John Dryden or Thomas Shadwell?. Lyrics also appear in JD1COG3 and JWMT1 (Dryden's play predates this appearance, but the song not printed with his text, and possibly added for a revival?)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.200, n.662.[Music] 1. Playford, John, Choice Ayres, Songs and Dialogues...Second Edition (1675), p.40 (UMI(2) 286:16)--first appear in Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.46 (UMI(2) 221:12). 2. Hilton, John, Catch that Catch Can (1685), no.54 (UMI(2) 357:12).

Text of song:

Tim. Come Gentlemen, an't I pure Company now? strike up Musicianers...fa la la lero, come [He Sings.] Mrs. Joyce, wee'l have a Song faik now; Violin men,(I dare not call 'em Fiddlers, for fear they should be angry) sing us a Catch...I'le be as merry as the best, hang losses, Hey, Hey, strike up, fa la la la la lero...Sing a Catch you Rogues, or I'le break your heads; give me a Glass; here Adversary, here's to you.

Rant. A pox on him, hee'l be too drunk.

[They Sing.]

A Catch in four parts.

Come lay by your cares, and hang up your sorrow,
Drink on, he's a Sot, that er'e thinks on to morrow;
Good store of good Claret supplies every thing,
And the man that is drunk, is as great as a King.
Let none at misfortunes, or losses repine,
But take a full Dose of the juice of the Vine;
Diseases, and troubles are ne're to be found,
But in the damn'd place, where the Glass goes not round.

Tim. An admirable Song Mrs. Joyce, thank you honest friends: I have heard these men sing gallantly before my Lord Mayor; <sings> Diseases and Troubles are ne're, &c.

[He Sings out of Tune.]

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Item Code: TSTM3

First line: Diseases and troubles are never to be found (reprise)

Source Edition: The Miser (1672), 4.1, p.59.

First performed: January 1672

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:11

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Source/s of Music: See TSTM2

Text of song:

[Enter Timothy very drunk.]

Tim. sings.

Diseases and Troubles are ne're to be found,
But in the damn'd place where the Glass goes not round.

<NOTE: This is a reprise of the final lines of TSTM2>.

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Item Code: TSTMLP1

First line: Prithee my dear do not be so peevish

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any, Rather Than Fail (1693), 3.1, pp.28-9.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

L. Su. <...> I have a Plot upon him: My pretty little Jano shall visit him, as of himself, the Child shall give him my Song, and tell him, all the Servants say, he's in Love with me, and that you know will force a Declaration.

<two pages of dialogue separate this from the song>

Garn. Well, Sir, what News from the Lady?

Grang. Nothing extraordinary; she has play'd the Fool, and writ a Song, as most People do, that are in love: Pray read it, 'tis all her own, I assure you.

SONG.

Prithee, my Dear, do not be so peevish
To her, that takes thy part:
Altho' thy Eyes, and thy Tongue so theevish,
Have stole away her Heart.

For know, my Dear, it is I that love thee,
Most Passionately:
And if thou't do as it doth behove thee,
I'll thank thee heartily.

Then, prithee Dear, let me know the Morning,
When thou and I shall Wed:
For I, by that, shall guess the Evening
When we shall go to Bed.

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Item Code: TSTMLP2

First line: Once I lay with another man's wife

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any Rather Than Fail (1693), 3.2, p.29.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

SCENE changes to Siam's House. Captain Drydrubb playing on his Cittern, Singing

Once I lay with another Man's Wife,
And I lay in a great deal of danger:
But now I have gotten a Wife of my own.---

<speaks> And so I have, by Pompey <...>

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Item Code: TSTMLP3

First line: Tho' you make no return to my passion

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any Rather Than Fail (1693), 4.2, pp.41-2.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Hodgson (and later by Mrs. Dyer)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.353, n.3331 [Music] Motteux, Peter Anthony (ed.), Gentleman's Journal, January 1692/3, pp.29-31 (actually 31-3).

Text of song:

Sir. Sym. Come, come, let's Tune, we make the Ladies stay.

He takes a Base-Viol, and while he is Tuning, one of the Bullies unwinds the Pegs over his head: Then he lays down the Bow, which the Bully draws through the Candle; when Sir Symphony tries to play, he can't make it sound.

<dialogue relating to the song continues at some length>

Sir Sym. O Gad! there's a flat Note!
There's Art! How surprizingly the Key changes!

O law! there's a double relish! I swear, Sir, you have the sweetest little Finger in England! ha! that stroak's new; I tremble every inch of me:

Now Ladies look to your Hearts---
Softly, Gentlemen---remember the Eccho---

Captain, you play the wrong Tune---O law! my Teeth! my Teeth! for God's sake, Captain, mind your Cittern---Now the Fuga, bases! agen, agen! Lord! Mr. Humdrum, you come in three barrs too soon. Come, now the Song---

A SONG.

Set by Mr. H. Purcell, and Sung by Mrs. Hodgson.

I.

Tho' you make no return to my Passion,
Still I presume to Adore:
'Tis in Love but an odd Reputation,
Faintly repuls'd to give o're:
When you talk of your Duty,
I gaze on your Beauty,
Nor mind the dull Maxime at all;
Let it Reign in Cheapside,
With the Citizen's Bride,
It will ne'er be receiv'd in Whitehall.

II.

What Apocryphal Tales are you told?
By one, who wou'd make you believe,
That, because of to have, and to hold,
You still must be Pinn'd to his Sleeve:
'Tis apparent High Treason,
Against Love, and Reason,
Shou'd one such a Treasure engross,
He that knows not the Joys,
That attend such a Choice,
Shou'd resign to another who does.

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Item Code: TSTMLP4

First line: No resistance is but vain

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any Rather Than Fail (1693), 4.2, p.42.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: Anthony Henly

Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff and Hodgson

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.296, n.2348 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...First Book (1695), pp.1-5 (UMI(2) 2094:9) et alia.

Text of song:

<This song follows on immediately from TSTMLP3>

A SONG.

Written by Anthony Henly Esquire, Set by Mr. Purcell, and Sung by Mrs. Ayliff, and Mrs. Hodgson.

No, no, no, no, Resistance is but vain,
And only adds new weight to Cupid's Chain:
A Thousand Ways, a Thousand Arts,
The Tyrant knows to Captivate our Hearts:
Sometimes he Sighs imploys, and sometimes tries
The Universal Language of the Eyes:
The Fierce, with Fierceness he destroys:
The Weak with Tenderness decoys.
He kills the Strong with Joy, the Weak with Pain:
No, no, no, no, Resistance is but vain.

Grang. This is admirable: But if you wou'd oblige the Ladies, you must play your Solo.

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Item Code: TSTMLP5

First line: And he that is giv'n to dote

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any Rather Than Fail (1693), 5.1, p.49.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

Grang. Singing.]

And he that is giv'n to doat,
On Woman's inconstancy:
I wou'd not be in his Coat,
For a great deal of ready Mony.

<speaks> What! my Lady, and Gayman!
Are you too up together early, or late?
Here's my Lord and I are in Conjunction too:
Why faith, Madam, we thought of nothing, but the Spirit of Clery:
We did not expect such good Company, my Lord---

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Item Code: TSTMLP6

First line: Tell me no more I am deceiv'd [That Cloe's false and common]

Source Edition: The Maid's Last Prayer: or, Any Rather Than Fail (1693), 5.1, pp.52-3.

First performed: End of February 1693 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 514:11

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: William Congreve

Performer/s: Mrs. Ayliff

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.343, n.3161 [Music] Motteux, Peter Anthony (ed.), Gentleman's Journal, January 1692/3, pp.27-8 (actually 29-30) et alia.

Text of song:

Sir Sym. Ladies, I esteem my self very luckily here,
For the Entertainment of so much good Company:
I have some Gentlemen in my Consort,

Whom I can prevail upon, to treat you in their way, with a Song, or a Dance.

A SONG.

Written by Mr. Congreve, Set by Mr. Purcell, and Sung by Mrs. Ayliff.

I.

Tell me no more I am deceiv'd,
That Cloe's False, and Common:
By Heav'n, I all along believ'd,
She was a very Woman:
As such I lik'd, as such caress'd,
She still was Constant, when possess'd,
She cou'd do more for no Man.

II.

But oh! Her thoughts on others ran;
And that you think a hard thing:
Perhaps she fanci'd you the Man;
Why what care I one Farthing.
You think she's false, I'm sure she's Kind:
I'le take her Body, you her Mind;
Who has the better bargain?

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Item Code: TSTMM1

First line: And just as our bliss began with a kiss

Source Edition: The Mock Mariage (1696), 2.1, p.21.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 438:12 (1696)

Author: Thomas Scott

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

Text of song:

Lady Bar. Thou art a Fool, Wench, there is a time for all things; this hour for my revenge; there are enough in store for Love: O here he comes.

Enter Willmot Singing.

And just as our Bliss began with a Kiss,
He was dash'd with an ha, ha, ha---<speaks> How dost thou, my dear Damnation?

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Item Code: TSTMM2

First line: O how you protest and solemnly lie

Source Edition: The Mock Mariage (1696), 2.1, pp.21-2.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 438:12 (1696)

Author: Thomas Scott

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Knight

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.304, n.2479 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), p.1 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.

Text of song:

Lady Bar. Well, I see you are irresistible; Alice, you may retire; but let us first have Mr. VVillmot's judgment of the Song I was so pleas'd with last night.

VVill. Madam, I know 'tis excellent.

Lady Bar. What, before you have heard it?

VVillm. You have, that's enough: for God's sake, Madam, Sir Siman may come home in the same time; and then, how shall we be answerable to our own Consciences, for the happy hours we have kiss'd away.

Lady Bar. No, no; my Lord and he don't usually part so soon.(Willmot aside) Alas, poor Flavia!

A SONG. in the Second Act, sung by Mrs. Knight.

I.

O how you Protest, and solemnly Lye,
Look humble, and fawn like an Ass!
I'm pleas'd I must own, whenever I see
A Lover that's brought to this pass.
But keep farther off, y'are naughty I fear;
I vow I will never yield to't:
You ask me in vain, for never I swear,
I never, no never will do't.

II.

For when the Deed's done, how quickly you go;
No more of the Lover remains.
In haste you depart, what e're we can do,
And stubbornly throw off your Chains:
Desist then in time, let's hear on't no more;
I vow I will never yield to't:
You promise, in vain you adore;
I never, no never will do't.

Lady Bar. Well, Sir, how do you approve of it?

VVillm. Extreamly well, Madam; only 'twas something too long.

Lady Bar. She has another that's shorter; will you hear that?

VVillm. No; if I do, may my Ears sprout out, till they are as long as an Ass's.

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Item Code: TSTMM3

First line: 'Twas within a furlong of Edinburgh town

Source Edition: The Mock Mariage (1696), 3.1, pp.33-4.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 438:12 (1696)

Author: Thomas Scott

Composer: Unrecorded (Henry Purcell?)( nwc)

Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.362, n.3500 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), pp.2-3 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.

Text of song:

Enter Wilmot and a Servant, with some Musick.

Wilm. Here, Gentlemen, this is the Window; some brisk wanton Air or other, to quicken her Imagination; and then the Song I gave you.

SONG Written by Mr. D'Urfey.

<I.>

'Twas within a Furlong of Edinbrough Town,
In the rosey time of Year when the Grass was down,
Bonny Jocky blith and gay
Said to Jenny, making Hay,
Let us sit a little, Dear, and prattle,
'Tis a soultry day.
He long had courted the black brown Maid;
But Jocky was a Wag and wou'd ne're consent to wed:
Which made her pish and phoo,
And cry it ne're shall do;
I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot buckle to.

II.

He told her, Marriage was grown a meer Joke,
And that none wedded now, but the Scoundrel Folk:
Yet, my Dear, thou should'st prevail,
But I know not what I ail;
I shall dream of Clogs and silly Dogs
With Bottles at their Tails.
But I'll give thee Gloves and a Bongrace to wear,
And a pretty Filly foal, to ride out and take the Air,
If thou ne're wilt pish and phoo,
And cry it ne're shall do,
I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, buckle to.

III.

That you'll give me Trinkets, cry'd she, I believe;
But ah, what in return must your poor Jenny give?
When my Maiden Treasure's gone,
I must gang to London Town;
And roar and rant, and patch and paint,
And kiss for half a Crown;
Each drunken Bully oblige for pay,
And earn an hated Living an odious fulsome way.
No, no, it ne're shall do;
For a Wife I'll be to you.
Or I cannot, cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, buckle to.

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Item Code: TSTMM4

First line: Man is for woman made [And woman made for man]

Source Edition: The Mock Mariage (1696), 4.1, pp.49-50.

First performed: September 1695 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 438:12 (1696)

Author: Thomas Scott

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: Peter Anthony Motteux

Performer/s: Miss Cross

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.286, n.2168 [Music] Playford, Henry, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book (1696), p.3 (UMI(2) 2094:10) et al.

Text of song:

Sir A. Madam, but one thing more, and we have done, be sure keep your Countenances. You Fidlers generally make worse Faces than Sir Martin; if your care in the performance, does but equal mine in the composure, I'me sure 'twill be very agreeable; And pretty Miss can you sing the Song I gave you?

Enter Marina.

Mar. I thought to have met my Cosin here, Sir Arthur.

Sir A. She'l not be long Madam, Mrs. Flavia went for her, till they come in, and let's have the Song.

A Roundelau by Mr. Motteux.

Man is for Woman made,
And Woman made for Man:
As the Spur is for the Jade,
As the Scabbard for the Blade,
As for digging is the Spade,
As for Liquor is the Can,
So Man's for Woman made,
And Woman made for Man.
As the Scepter to be sway'd,
As to Night the Serenade,
As for Pudding in the Pan,
As to cool us is the Fan,
So Man's for Woman made,
And Woman made for Man.
Be she Widdow, Wife, or Maid,
Be she wanton, be she staid,
Be she well or ill array'd,
Whore, Bawd, or Harrow do
So Man's for Woman made,
And Woman made for Man.

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Item Code: TSTOA1

First line: Hark how the songsters of the grove

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), 2.1, pp.29-31.

First performed: January 1678 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:14

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: 1. Louis Grabu ( nwc); 2. Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.234, n.1256 [Music] 1. Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.56 (UMI(2) 286:12); 2. Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus ...Second Book (1702), pp.76-83 (CT(1) 5662:10) et al. The second version may have been set for a revival like TSTOA6.

Text of song:

A Symphony of Pipes imitating the chirping of Birds.

Nymph. Hark how the Songsters of the Grove
Sing Anthems to the God of Love.
Hark how each am'rous winged pair,
With Loves great praises fill the Air.
Chorus. On ev'ry side the charming sound
Does from the hollow Woods rebound. Retornella

Nymph. Love in their little veins inspires
Their cheerful Notes, their soft Desires:
While Heat makes Buds or Blossoms spring,
These pretty couples love and sing.
Chorus with Flutes. But Winter puts out their desire,
And half the year they want Loves fire. Retornella.

Full Chorus. But Ah how much are our delights more dear,
For only Humane Kind love all the year.

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

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Item Code: TSTOA2

First line: Hence with your trifling deity

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), 2.1, p.30.

First performed: January 1678 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:14

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.239, n.1338 [Music] Purcell, Henry, Orpheus Britannicus...Second Book (1702), pp.84 (misno.80)-6 (CT(1) 5662:10) et al.

Text of song:

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

1 Bach. Hence with your trifling Deitie
A greater we adore,
Bacchus, who always keeps us free
From that blind childish power.
2 Bach. Love makes you languish and look pale,
And sneak, and sigh, and whine;
But over us no griefs prevail,
While we have lusty Wine.

Chorus with Hout-boys. Then hang the dull Wretch who has care in his soul,
Whom Love, or whom Tyrants, or Laws can controul,
If within his right hand he can have a full Bowl.

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

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Item Code: TSTOA3

First line: Go drivel and snore with your fat god of wine

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), 2.1, p.30.

First performed: January 1678 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:14

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>.

Nymph. Go drivel and snore with your fat God of Wine,
Your swell'd faces with Pimples adorning,
Soak your Brains over night and your senses resign,
And forget all you did the next Morning.
Nymph. With dull aking Noddles live on in a mist,
And never discover true Joy:
Would Love tempt with Beauty you could not resist,
The Empire he slights, he'd destroy.

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

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Item Code: TSTOA4

First line: Better our heads than hearts should ache

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), 2.1, pp.30-1.

First performed: January 1678 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:14

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.183, n.365. Lyrics only appear in Wit and Mirth... Second Book (1700), p.323.

Text of song:

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

1 Bach. Better our heads, than hearts should ake,
His childish Empire we despise;
Good Wine of him a Slave can make,
And force a Lover to be wise.
Better, &c.
2 Bach. Wine sweetens all the cares of Peace,
And takes the Terrour off from War.
To Loves affliction it gives ease,
And to its Joy does best prepare.
It sweetens, &c.

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

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Item Code: TSTOA5

First line: 'Tis love that makes great monarchs fight

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), 2.1, p.31.

First performed: January 1678 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 296:14

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>.

Nymph. 'Tis Love that makes great Monarchs fight,
The end of Wealth and Power is Love;
It makes the youthful Poets write,
And does the Old to Youth improve. Retornella of Hout-boys.

Bach. 'Tis Wine that Revels in their Veins,
Makes Cowards valiant, Fools grow wise,
Provokes low Pens to lofty strains,
And makes the young Loves Chains despise. Retornella.

Nymphs and Shepherds. Love rules the World.
Maenades and AEgipanes. 'Tis Wine, 'tis Wine.
Nymphs and Shepherds. 'Tis Love, 'tis Love.
Maenades and AEgipanes. 'Tis Wine, 'tis Wine.

Enter Bacchus and Cupid.

Bacchus. Hold, Hold, our Forces are combin'd,
And we together rule Mankind.
General Chorus. Then we with our Pipes, and our Voices will join
To sound the loud praises of Love and good Wine.
Wine gives vigour to Love, Love makes Wine go down.
And by Love and good Drinking, all the World is our own.

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Item Code: TSTOA6

First line: The cares of lovers their alarms

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), song not printed in play.

First performed: c.January 1678

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: 'the Boy'.

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.190, n.479 [Music] Henry Playford, Deliciae Musicae...Second Book, 1695, pp.1-2 (UMI(2) 772:16) and others.

Text of song:

<Boy.> The Cares, the Cares of Lovers, their alarmes,
Their sighs, their Tears have pow'rfull Charms,
And if so sweet their Torment is,
Ye Gods, ye Gods how ravishing,
How ravishing the bliss,
So Soft, so gentle, is their pain;
'Tis even a pleasure to complain.

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Item Code: TSTOA7

First line: Come let us agree

Source Edition: Timon of Athens, the Man-Hater (1678), song not printed in play.

First performed: c.January 1678

UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie. Song appeared as a broadside (UMI(2) 2432:05).

Text of song:

A two part song between Cupid and Bacchus in Timon of Athens. Set by Mr. Henry Purcell.

Come let us agree,
Come let us agree,
There are pleasures divine,
In love and in wine.

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Item Code: TSTRS1

First line: Shepherds awake the god of day does rise

Source Edition: The Royal Shepherdess (1669), 3.1, pp.35-8.

First performed: 25 February 1669

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:6

Author: Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of Fountain's "The Rewards of Virtue", 1661)

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

Text of song:

Scene draws, and Shepherds and Shepherdesses are discovered...one arises and sings as follows In Stilo recitativo.

2. <sic>

Shepherds awake, the God of day does rise,
Bedeck'd with all the Glories of the Skyes,
And round about scatters his heat and light,
And dazles all our sight.

Here they rise...and one sings on.

In vain the Persians, heretofore,
Did their dull God of light adore,
Since we have one can give us more:
By whose bright influence, we enjoy
(What other Nations toyle for long)
Life without Labour; full of Joy,
And free from all Oppressors wrong.
Cho. of 2. Here our own proper Flocks of Sheep
We may in pleasant safety keep.
Here a perpetual Spring does cloath the Earth,
And makes it fruitful with each seasons birth.
In this fair Climate every day
Is fresh and green as May,
And here no beauty can decay.
Cho. of 3. Thus, thus live we,
As the Elements free
Each day and each night
Is Crown'd with delight
Without either Envy or Strife
This is the Jolly Shepherds life.

2.

Free from all Cares in pleasant Shades,
And fragrant Bowres, we spend the day;
(Bowers which no Heat, nor Cold invades;
Which all the year are fresh and gay)
Each does his Loving Mate imbrace,
And in soft pleasures melts the Hours away,
So Innocently that no Face,
Of Nimph or Shepherd can a guilt betray:
And having Ease, the Nurse of Poetry,
We sing the stories of our Loves,
As Chaste as Turtle-Doves,
Free from all Fear and Jealousie.
From every Envious Eye:
For every Man possesses but his own,
No Shepherd sighs, nor Shepherdess does frown:
No Ambition here is found,
But to be Crown'd
Lord or Lady of the May;
And on that solemn day,
For Singing to have praise
Or for inditing to deserve the Bayes,
Thus, thus live we, &c.

3.

In the Cool Evening, on the Lawns we play,
And merrily pass our time away.
We dance, and run, and pipe, and sing,
And Wrastle in a Ring.
For some gawdy Wreaths of Flowers,
Cropt from the fruitful Fields, and Bowers,
By some pretty Nymps compos'd,
By their fair hands to be dispos'd,
To those ambitious Shepherds, who
With Vertuous Emulation strive to do
What may deserve the Garlands, and (obtain'd)
Are prouder far than Princes that have gain'd
In fight their Valours prize,
Or ever stubborn Nation's Victories;
Whilst in the adjoyning Grove the Nightingale
Does tell her mournful Tale,
And does our Pleasures greet,
With each Note,
So sweet, so sweet, so sweet
From her pretty jugging, jugging throat.
It does each Breast inspire
With loving heat and with Poetick Fire.
Thus, thus live we, &c.

4.

We live aloof from Destiny,
(That onely quarrells with the Great)
And in this Calm Rretreat,
(Content with Nature uncorrupted) we
From splendid miseries of Courts are free;
From pomp, and noise, from pride, and fear,
From Factions, from divisions Cleer,
Free from brave beggery, smiling strife.
This is indeed a Life:
No flawes in Titles vex our Cares,
Nor quarrel we for what's our own,
No noise of War invades our Eares,
We suffer not the Rage of Sword, or Gown.
Our little Cabans stronger are,
Then Palaces, to keep out woes;
Nor ever take we Care
To fortifie 'gainst any Foes,
But little showres of rain, or hail,
Which seldom do this place assail.
Thus, thus live we, &c.

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

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Item Code: TSTRS2

First line: Thus all our life long we are frolic and gay

Source Edition: The Royal Shepherdess (1669), 3.1, pp.38-9.

First performed: 25 February 1669

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:6

Author: Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of Fountain's "The Rewards of Virtue", 1661)

Composer: John Banister ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.353, n.3347 [Music] John Playford, Choice songs and ayres, 1673, p.13 (UMI(2) 221:12) and numerous others.

Text of song:

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

Here the Shepherds and Shepherdesses take hands round, and Dance, as they sing the following Song, and at the end of the Song they fall into the Figure they must dance in.

(1)

Thus all our Life long we are frolick and gay,
And, instead of Court-Revels, we merrily play
At Trap, and at Keels, and at Barlibreak run,
At Goff, and at Stool-ball, and when we have done
Cho. These Innocent Sports, we laugh, and lie down,
And to each pretty Lass we give a green Gown.

(2)

We teach our little Doggs to fetch and to carry
The Partridge, the Hare, and the Pheasants our Quarry:
The nimble Squirrels with Cudgells we Chase,
And the little pretty Lark we betray with a Glass,
And when we have done, we laugh and lie down,
And to each pretty, &c.

(3)

About the May-pole we dance all around,
And with Garlands of Pinks, and of Roses are Crown'd;
Our little kind Tributes we cheerfully pay
To the gay Lord, and to the bright Lady of the May.
And when we have done, &c.

(4)

With our delicate Nymphs we Kiss and we Toy,
What all others but Dream of we daily Enjoy;
With our sweet-hearts we dally so long till we find
Their pretty Eyes say that their hearts are grown kind:
And when we have done, &c.

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Item Code: TSTRS3

First line: All praises to the god of war

Source Edition: The Royal Shepherdess (1669), 4.1, pp.53-5.

First performed: 25 February 1669

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:6

Author: Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of Fountain's "The Rewards of Virtue", 1661)

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

Text of song:

After the Sacrifice, there is a Consort of Martial Musick, and two or three of the Salii or Priests of Mars sing as follows,

I.

All Praises to the God of War,
Who in our Battels gives Success,
By whom we now Victorious are,
Who does not onely us with Conquests bless,
But 'tis his Pow'r that gives us Peace.
Arcadia now may safely that enjoy,
Thessalians cannot that destroy:
For brave Theander has our Foes opprest,
And by his Noble Toyls procur'd our Rest.

2.

In vain they did their Heedless Force oppose,
Against such Courage, and such Conduct too,
Such as requir'd more strong and numerous Foes
Fit for his Noble fury to subdue.
Oh how he thunder'd in the Van,
Godlike he threaten'd, and did more than man:

His glorious Rage did then impart
A Flame into the coldest heart;
All by his great Example did appear,
To slight their Dangers, and disclaim their Fear.
He ought to none his Lawrel to submit,
But to our Patron Mars the Cause of it.

3.

Now the Armies meet, and vigorously engage,
(Each man reaking with Sweat, with Blood besmear'd)
The bust'rous Seas in all their Wildest rage
Were ne're so rough as then that Field appear'd.
The Clangor of the Trumpets sounds,
The roaring Drums thunder aloud;
Some howl with anguish of their Wounds
Whilst others hollow in the Crowd.
A Cloud of Arrows Flyes, Spears, Javelings <sic> break,
Horses by neighing do their Courage speak;
The Clattering Swords against the Shields rebound,
And all this Noise the Ecchoing Hills resound.

4.

This dreadful Valley over-flows with blood,
Streaming from Fountains of fresh bleeding veins,
Horses with Humane-gore make up the Flood,
And undistinguish'd with their Purple stains,
Besmear the Valley every where
While brave Theander void of fear,
So generously fought,
That he at length the rash Thessalians taught
That all resistance was but vain,
And could of him nothing obtain,
But serv'd but to prolong their pain.
Then they themselves and useless Weapons yield,
With all the Spoils and Trophies of the Field.
Cho. Thus brave Theander has our Foes opprest,
And by his Noble Toyls procur'd our Rest.

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Item Code: TSTRS4

First line: Thus from the prison to the throne

Source Edition: The Royal Shepherdess (1669), 5.1, p.63.

First performed: 25 February 1669

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:6

Author: Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of Fountain's "The Rewards of Virtue", 1661)

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

Text of song:

Enter Lords of the Councel...then the King leading his Queen Crown'd, With a Royal Robe on her, after them the Priest, Cleantha and Attendants.

Thus from the Prison to the Throne
Virtue comes to claim her own,
And now appears
Upon the Throne a Star,
Who lately at the Bar
Stood with no other Jewels but her Tears,
Great Queen,
Great Queen,
Who ever was so well content
To suffer, and be Innocent,
To suffer, and be Innocent.

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Item Code: TSTRS5

First line: Lovers lament lament this fatal day

Source Edition: The Royal Shepherdess (1669), 5.1, pp.70-1.

First performed: 25 February 1669

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:6

Author: Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of Fountain's "The Rewards of Virtue", 1661)

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

Text of song:

Enter Urania (in White, with Guards; Musicians cloath'd in White, and other Attendants in a solemn Procession) led between two Gentlemen in Mourning: As they go this Song is sung, to a solemn Tune.

<Music.> Lovers Lament, Lament this fatal day,
When Beauties sweetest Bud is snatch'd away:
Unhappy Nymph, that could so wretched prove,
To suffer so for such a Noble Love:
A Love which was her Glory, not Offence:
The Gods will sure reward such Innocence,
Within those ever springing Groves, where she
Shall from disasters in her Love be free;
Whither her Lov'd Theander shall repair
In her eternal Joy to claim his share.

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Item Code: TSTS1

First line: Let the souldier rejoice [With a general voice]

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 3.1, p.25.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Lyrics: Unknown

Tune (if traditional): Let the Souldiers rejoyce

Source/s of Music: See TBTP4 (song also appears in Betterton's adaptation of Fletcher's 'The Prophetess').

Text of song:

Enter Tope, Sir Williams Servants and Musicians.

Lady Magg. Help, help, here Mr. Alderman, Mr. Maggot.

Sir Will. Strike up my Lads.

They all roar and sing and play the Tune of, Let the Souldiers rejoyce.

Tope. Come on my Boys, halloo. Come Lady give me thy hand, dance and frisk about.

Lady Mag. Hang the old Coxcomb, Hold, hold, hold, Mr. Maggot, Mr. Maggot.

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Item Code: TSTS2

First line: Song has no lyrics (reprise of TSTS1?)

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1691), 3.1, pp.25-6.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Will. Strike up, out noise her!

They roar, and sing, and play; and leap about, and so do Whachum, Bluster and Dingboy.

La. Mag. Ruffians, Vagabonds, Ragemuffians, Slaves, Dogs, Scoundrels, hold, hold, hold.

<NOTE: No lyrics are provided for this song, but given its close proximity to TSTS1, it is likely to have been a reprise of "Let the Souldiers rejoyce">.

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Item Code: TSTS3

First line: Song has no lyrics (another reprise of TSTS1?)

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter Sir Will. Euge. Clara, Lady Mag. Wild. Tope. All the Musick and Servants, singing and roaring, &c.

Sir Will. Madam this is to save the trouble of a Habeas Corpus, to free my Cousins from illegal Imprisonment.

<NOTE: No lyrics are provided for this song, but, as with TSTS2 , the close proximity of the song to TSTS1 suggests that it is a further reprise of "Let the Souldiers rejoyce">.

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Item Code: TSTS4

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Will. I warrant you, after the dance expect I have a way.

[Musick. A Song.

Eug. 'Tis admirable Musick.

Clara. And well performed.

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Item Code: TSTS5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Tope. Pox! I hate these melancholy, foolish, love Madrigals, with damn'd imitation of the Italians quavering and division, one Jolly drinking Song, is worth a thousand, you shall let me have my Frolick, sing me a Chauson de boire. A drinking Song. Hah this is right, I Gad there's some mettal in this, a Pox of Phillis and Cloris, this is my Frolick.

<NOTE: The words "A Drinking Song" are in italics, indicating this to be a stage direction rather than dialogue>.

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Item Code: TSTS6

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 3.1, p.29.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Tope. Now strike up and march along Boys.

They march out with Dinner, singing and roaring, and old Tope in the head of them.

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Item Code: TSTS7

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 5.1, pp.42-3.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter Sir Will. Rant, Tope, Wildf. Ralph, Footmen and Musicians.

Wild. Hasten the Serenade, the Morning comes on apace, 'tis almost three.

<Dialogue relating to the forthcoming song continues at some length>

Sir Will. Come then begin.

A window opens. Symphonies. Eugenia and Clara appear.

Hold, the young Ladies window opens, give me the cleft stick, Ralph. Now Tom for our Billets, good luck go with them, they are they, I see now.<s/d> Opening his dark Lanthorn. <speaks> Ladies take these Notes they concern you. Go on, and sing.

Song and Symphony.

<Further dialogue separates this from the next bout of singing>.

Lady Mag. Villains, Thieves, be gone.

They sing and roar. Mr. Rant retires

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Item Code: TSTS8

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Scowrers (1690), 5.1, p.44.

First performed: December 1690 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 334:8 (1691)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter Whachum, Bluster and Dingboy, and Servants, and Fiddles, roaring singing, and playing.

Const. Have we met you again Rogues? you shall not escape this bout, knock 'em down.

Whac. We are civilly serenading.

Const. We'll serenade ye, do you lay snares for us, and beat us when we are down?

Whac. What a Devil does he mean now?

They fight, the Constable & his Watch beat Whachum and the rest, till the blood runs about their Faces, and take 'em Prisoners.

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Item Code: TSTSL1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Sullen Lovers, or The Impertinents (1668), 1.1, p.11.

First performed: 2 May 1668

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:5 (1668)

Author: Thomas Shadwell (based on Moliere's "Les Facheux").

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

Text of song:

Sir Positive sings, Ninny beats, False Time & Woodcock Dances to't.

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Item Code: TSTSL2

First line: Fa la la la

Source Edition: The Sullen Lovers, or The Impertinents (1668), 4.1, p.62.

First performed: 2 May 1668

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:5 (1668)

Author: Thomas Shadwell (based on Moliere's "Les Facheux").

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

Text of song:

Enter Emilia, Woodcock following her singing.

Wood. Fa, la, la, la, &c.

<This repeated at line 414>

Wood. Fa, la, la, la, &c.

<and again at line 425>

Wood. Fa, la, la, la, &c.

Wood. sings all the while Ninny repeats.

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Item Code: TSTSL3

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Sullen Lovers, or The Impertinents (1668), 4.1, p.64.

First performed: 2 May 1668

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:5 (1668)

Author: Thomas Shadwell (based on Moliere's "Les Facheux").

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

Text of song:

They both take hold of Emilia, and hold her by force, and sing and repeat as fast agen as they did before.

<two lines separate this from...>

Wood. Ninn. Sing Repeat together.

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Item Code: TSTSL4

First line: My love is cruel grown

Source Edition: The Sullen Lovers, or The Impertinents (1668), 4.1, p.66.

First performed: 2 May 1668

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:5 (1668)

Author: Thomas Shadwell (based on Moliere's "Les Facheux").

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

Text of song:

<Ninn. and Wood.> sing and repeat together

Ninn. repeats
I am so impatient for to go to my Dear,
That I run headlong without wit or fear.

Wood. sings.

My love is Cruel growne,
For to leave me all alone,
Thus for to sigh and moan.
Ah woe is me!

<Wood.> Peace, Coxcomb, peace. (spoke

Ninn. What an impertinent fellow are you, Woodcock cannot you let one alone.

Repeats
So great the power of our love is now,
We can't persuade it reason for to allow.
Strange Miracle of Cytherea's force,
For to transform a man into a horse.

Wood. Sings.
But I'le strive for to find
My love, though she's unkind,
So far to ease my mind.
Oh woe is me!
Hey ho, hey ho, my love,
Who is so Cruel as Jenny to me.
They offer to sing and repeat agen.

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Item Code: TSTSL5

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Sullen Lovers, or The Impertinents (1668), 4.1, p.68.

First performed: 2 May 1668

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:5 (1668)

Author: Thomas Shadwell (Based on Moliere's "Les Facheux").

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

Text of song:

Wood. and Ninn. Sing and Repeat together.

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Item Code: TSTSOA1

First line: Still wilt thou sigh and still in vain

Source Edition: The Squire of Alsatia (1688), 2.1, pp.19-20.

First performed: 4 May 1688 (H/S), Beginning May (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:7

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Thomas Shadwell (?)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.338, n.3076 [Music] Vinculum Societatis...Second Book (1688), pp.22-3 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Enter Singing Master and his Daughter.

Come Master, let your Daughter sing the Song you promis'd me.

Solfa. Come Betty. Please to put in a Flute Sir.

Belf. Jun. Come on.

Song with two Flutes and a thorough Base.

The Expostulation.

Still wilt thou sigh, and still in vain
A cold neglectful Nymph adore;
No longer fruitlesly complain,
But to thy self thy self restore.
In Youth thou caught'st this fond disease,
And shouldst abandon it in age;
Some other Nymph as well may please,
Absence or bus'ness disingage.

On tender hearts the wounds of Love,
Like those imprinted on young Trees,
Or kill at first, or else they prove
Larger b' insensible degrees.
Business I try'd, she fill'd my mind;
On others Lips my Dear I kist;
But never solid Joy could find,
Where I my charming Sylvia mist.

Long Absence, like a Greenland night,
Made me but wish for Sun the more;
And that inimitable light,
She, none but she, could e're restore.
She never once regards thy Fire,
Nor ever vents one sigh for thee.
I must the Glorious Sun admire,
Though he can never look on me.

Look well, you'll sind she's not so rare,
Much of her former Beauty's gone;
My Love her Shadow larger far
Is made by her declining Sun.
What if her Glories faded be,
My former wounds I must indure;
For should the Bow unbended be,
Yet that can never help the Cure.

Belf. Jun. 'Tis very easie and natural: Your Daughter sings delicately.

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Item Code: TSTSOA2

First line: Integer vitae scelerisque purus

Source Edition: The Squire of Alsatia (1688), 2.1, pp.20-1.

First performed: 4 May 1688? (H/S), Beginning May (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:7

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Thomas Shadwell (?)

Lyrics: Quintus Horatius Flaccus

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.267, n.1827 [Music] Vinculum Societatis...Second Book (1688), p.21 (not on microfilm). Score unavailable to compiler.

Text of song:

Belf. Jun. Have you set that Ode in Horace?

Solfa. I have.

Belf. Jun. Then I hope you will be encourag'd to set more of em; we then shall be sure of Wit and Musick together: While you great Musicians do often take most pains about the silliest words. Prithee Truman sing it.

Tru. sings. Integer vitae Scelerisque purus, &c.

Hor. Ode 22. l. 1.

Belf. Jun. Very well; you have oblig'd me: Please to accept of this. And Madam, you shall give me leave to shew my gratitude by a small Present.

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Item Code: TSTSOA3

First line: Hark how the Duke of Lorrain comes

Source Edition: The Squire of Alsatia (1688), 3.1, pp.44-5.

First performed: 4 May 1688? (H/S), Beginning May (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:7

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Belf. Sen. Come Musicians, strike up; and sing the Catch the Captain gave you, and we'll all join Ifaith. We can be merry Brother, and we can roar.

Hack. 'Tis a very pretty magnanimous military business upon the Victory in Hungary.

Hark, how the Duke of Lorrain comes,
The brave Victorious Soul of War;
With Trumpets and with Kettle Drums,
Like Thunder rolling from afar.

On the Left Wing the conquering Horse
The brave Bavarian Duke does lead;
These Heroes with united force,
Fill all the Turkish Host with dread.

Their bright Caparisons behold;
Rich Habits, Streamers, Shining Arms,
The glittering Steel and burnisht Gold;
The pomp of War with all its Charms.

With solemn March, and fatal pace,
They bravely on the Foe press on;
The Cannons roar, the Shot takes place,
Whilst Smoke and Dust obscure the Sun.

The Horses Neigh, the Souldiers shout,
And now the furious Bodies joyn,
The slaughter rages all about,
And men in groans their Blood resign.

The Weapons Clash, the Roaring Drum,
With Clanger of the Trumpets sound,
The howls and yells of men o'recome,
And from the Neighbouring Hills rebound.

Now, now the Infidels give place,
Then all in Routs they headlong fly,
Heroes in Dust pursue the Chace,
While deafning Clamors rend the Sky.

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Item Code: TSTT1

First line: Where does the black fiend ambition reside

Source Edition: The Tempest, or The Enchanted Island (1674), 2.3, pp.28-9.

First performed: 30 April 1674

UMI(2) reel no.: 160:2

Author: Thomas Shadwell (? and Thomas Betterton?)--adaptation of Davenant and Dryden's adaptation of Shakespeare.

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

Text of song:

Sung under the Stage.

1. Dev. Where does the black Fiend Ambition reside,
With the mischievous Devil of Pride?
2. Dev. In the lowest and darkest Caverns of Hell
Both Pride and Ambition does dwell.
1. Dev. Who are the chief Leaders of the damned Host?
3. Dev. Proud Monarchs, who tyrannize most.
1. Dev. Damned Princes there
The worst of torments bear;
3. Dev. Who in Earth all others in pleasures excel,
Must feel the worst torments of Hell. [They rise singing this Chorus.

Anto. <speaks> Oh Heav'ns! what horrid Vision's this?
How they upbraid us with our crimes!
Alon. What fearful vengeance is in store for us!

1. Dev. <sings> Tyrants by whom their Subjects bleed,
Should in pains all others exceed;
2. Dev. And barb'rous Monarchs who their Neighbours invade,
And their Crowns unjustly get;
And such who their Brothers to death have betrai'd,
In Hell upon burning Thrones shall be set.
3. Dev.<and> Chor. ---In Hell, in Hell with flames they shall reign,
And for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain.

Anto. <speaks> Oh my Soul; for ever, for ever shall suffer the pain.
Alon. Has Heav'n in all its infinite stock of mercy
No overflowings for us? poor, miserable, guilty men!
Gonz. Nothing but horrors do encompass us!
For ever, for ever must we suffer!
Alon. For ever we shall perish! O dismal words, for ever!

1. Dev. <sings> Who are the Pillars of the Tyrants Court?
2. Dev. Rapine and Murder his Crown must support!
3. Dev. ---His cruelty does tread
On Orphans tender breasts, and Brothers dead!
2. Dev. Can Heav'n permit such crimes should be
Attended with felicity?
1. Dev. No Tyrants their Scepters uneasily bear,
In the midst of their Guards they their Consciences fear.
2. Dev. <and> Chor. Care their minds when they wake unquiet will keep,
And we with dire visions disturb all their sleep.

Anto. <speaks> Oh horrid sight! how they stare upon us!
The Fiends will hurry us to the dark Mansion.
Sweet Heav'n, have mercy on us!

1. Dev. <sings> Say, Say, shall we bear these bold Mortals from hence?
2. Dev. No, no, let us show their degrees of offence.
3. Dev. Let's muster their crimes up on every side,
And first let's discover their pride. Enter Pride.
Pride. Lo here is Pride, who first led them astray,
And did to Ambition their minds then betray. Enter Fraud.
Fraud. And Fraud does next appear,
Their wandring steps who led,
When they from vertue fled,
They in my crooked paths their course did steer. Enter Rapine.
Rapine. From Fraud to Force they soon arrive,
Where Rapine did their actions drive. Enter Murder.
Murder. There long they could not stay;
Down the steep hill they run,
And to perfect the mischief which they had begun,
To Murder they bent all their way.
Around, around we pace,
Chorus of all. About this cursed place;
While thus we compass in
These Mortals and their sin.
[Devils vanish.

<NOTE: This is similar to WDTT1 but with different lyrics>.

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Item Code: TSTT2

First line: My lord great Neptune for my sake

Source Edition: The Tempest, or The Enchanted Island (1674), 5.1, pp.78-80.

First performed: 30 April 1674

UMI(2) reel no.: 160:2

Author: Thomas Shadwell (? and Thomas Betterton?)--adaptation of Davenant and Dryden's adaptation of Shakespeare.

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Amph. My Lord: Great Neptune, for my sake,
Of these bright Beauties pity take:
And to the rest allow
Your mercy too.
Let this inraged Element be still,
Let AEolus obey my will:
Let him his boystrous Prisoners safely keep
In their dark Caverns, and no more
Let 'em disturb the bosome of the Deep,
Till these arrive upon their wish'd-for Shore.
Neptune. So much my Amphitrite's love I prize,
That no commands of hers I can despise.
Tethys no furrows now shall wear,
Oceanus no wrinkles on his brow,
Let your serenest looks appear!
Be calm and gentle now.
Nep. & Amph. Be calm, ye great Parents of the Flouds and the Springs,
While each Nereide and Triton Plays, Revels, and Sings.
Oceanus. Confine the roaring Winds, and we
Will soon obey you cheerfully
Chorus of Tritons and Ner. Tie up the Winds, and we'll obey
Upon the Flouds we'll sing and play,
And celebrate a Halcyon day.

Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers. [Dance.

Nept. <sings> Great Nephew AEolus make no noise,
Muzle your roaring Boys, [AEolus appears.
Amph. Let 'em not bluster to disturb our ears,
Or strike these Noble Passengers with fears.
Nept. Afford'em onely such an easie Gale,
As pleasantly may swell each Sail.
Amph. While fell Sea-monsters cause intestine jars,
This Empire you invade with foreign Wars.
Nept. But you shall now be still,
And shall obey my Amphitrites will. AEolus descends.
You I'll obey, who at one stroke can make,
With your dread Trident, the whole Earth to quake.
Come down, my Blusterers, swell no more,
Your stormy rage give o'r.
Let all black Tempests cease--- Winds from the four corners appear.
And let the troubled Ocean rest:
Let all the Sea enjoy as calm a peace,
As where the Halcyon builds her quiet Nest.
To your Prisons below,
Down, down you must go:
You in the Earths Entrals your Revels may keep;
But no more till I call shall you trouble the Deep. [Winds fly down.
Now they are gone, all stormy Wars shall cease:
Then let your Trumpeters proclaim a Peace.
Amph. Tritons, my Sons, your Trumpets sound,
And let the noise from Neighbouring Shores rebound.
Chorus. Sound a Calm.
Sound a Calm.
Sound a Calm.
a Calm.
Sound a Calm.

[Here the Trytons, at every repeat of Sound a Calm, changing their Figure and Postures, seem to sound their wreathed Trumpets made of Shells. A Symphony of Musick, like Trumpets, to which four Trytons Dance.

Nept. See, see, the Heavens smile, all your troubles are past,
Your joys by black Clouds shall no more be o'rcast.
Amph. On this barren Isle ye shall lose all your fears
Leave behind all your sorrows, and banish your cares.
Both. And your Loves and your Lives shall in safety enjoy;
No influence of Stars shall your quiet destroy.
Chor. of all. And your Loves, &c.
No influence, &c. [Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.
Oceanus. We'll safely convey you to your own happy Shore,
And yours and your Countrey's soft peace we'll restore.
Tethys. To treat you blest Lovers, as you sail on the Deep,
The Trytons and Sea-Nymphs their Revels shall keep.
Both. On the swift Dolphins backs they shall sing and shall play;
They shall guard you by night, and delight you by day.
Chorus of all. On the swift, &c.
And shall guard, &c.

[Here the Dancers mingle with the Singers.

[A Dance of twelve Tritons.

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Item Code: TSTUF1

First line: Is it your nature lady or your will

Source Edition: The Ungrateful Favourite (1663), 2.2, p.20.

First performed: 1663/4? (licensed 11 May 1664)(Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 479:12

Author: Thomas Southland?

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

Text of song:

Frangypane sings.

Is it your Nature, Lady, or your Will,
That makes you cruel still?

Liv. <spoken> My Will.
Ter. He varies too much his humour to be mad.

Frangypane sings.

Will you be then 'gainst Reason still unkind;
And count my Passion Wind?

Liv. <spoken> Winde.
Jul. Well sung eccho.

Frangypane sings.

Wind is but Air, and with a puff is paid:
Will you still live a Maid?

Liv. <spoken> A Maid.

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Item Code: TSTUF2

First line: To love's a trifle but to love like me

Source Edition: The Ungrateful Favourite (1663), 4.4, p.65.

First performed: 1663/4? (licensed 11 May 1664)(Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 479:12

Author: Thomas Southland?

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

Text of song:

SONG.

Livia. To love's a trifle: but to love like me,
Would pose Loves Deity.
She best on earth's esteem'd to love,
Doth constant'st to her object prove;
But I much higher move,
Loving an Object though it absent be:
In this who equals me?
But what talk I here of Equality?
As if each common man
Might vie with Frangypane.
Had other Lovers but a Saint like mine,
So worthy and divine,
Their Offering too would be as high
As mine unto his Sanity:
With what good justice can
I tax a want of love in others then;
Or my own Vertues raise,
From what is onely due unto his praise?
I lov'd not's earth; not is it I
Now love his immortality,
But he that elevates my Soul so high.

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Item Code: TSTUF3

First line: My love is dead and my heart is gone

Source Edition: The Ungrateful Favourite (1663), 5.5, p.85.

First performed: 1663/4? (licensed 11 May 1664)(Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 479:12

Author: Thomas Southland?

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

Text of song:

Livia sings.

My Love is dead, and my Heart is gone;
And yet I live,
And yet I grieve;
But Frangypane will return anon
From yonder cloud.

Jul. What a medley of sorrow's here?

Livia continues the Song.

He'll rip his shrowd,
And visit me again:
But I'll no longer be
Guilty of cruelty,
By which he once was slain.
If that you spy
An Arrow fly,
And wound his Noble Heart,
Oh do not cry,
Oh do not start,
'Tis but a glance
Of this bright eye
That doth advance
To visit his poor Heart.

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Item Code: TSTUK1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Unhappy Kindness, or A Fruitless Revenge (1696), 2.1, p.13.

First performed: July (?) 1696 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1100:13

Author: Thomas Scott

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

Text of song:

[A warlike Shout within. The Scene draws and discovers a Royal Throne on which the King places himself, then Valerio enters in a Triumphal manner, being ushered in with a Song.

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Item Code: TSTV1

First line: She tripped like a barren do

Source Edition: The Virtuoso (1676), 2.1, p.23.

First performed: 25 May 1676

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:9

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Sam. I'll sing a Song that I us'd to entertain 'em with, and that will discover me. I shall be even with these impudent Fellows.

Sings-----

She tript like a Barren Do, &c.

Longv. 'Sdeath! what does this Rascal mean?

Bruce. Pox on him; he sings worse than an old Woman a spinning.

Clar. How's this? I have heard that charming voice <...>

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Item Code: TSTV2

First line: How wretched is the slave to love

Source Edition: The Virtuoso (1676), 4.2, pp.65-6.

First performed: 25 May 1676

UMI(2) reel no.: 297:9

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Francis Forcer ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.247, n.1473 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Second Book (1679), p.6 (UMI(2) 286:12).

Text of song:

Mir. Come, to divert this insipid talk of Love, a Theme so thred-bare, no man can speak new sense upon it: My Maid shall sing you a new Song she learnt the other day.

Clar. You must not expect much wit in it: for Poets are grown such good Husbands, they'll lay out none upon a Song.

Mir. All we must look for, is smooth Verse, and a good Tune.

Clar. And how a good Tune, and tinckling Rhime attones for nonsense, the Songsters and Heroicks of the time my sufficiently convince you.

Mir. They make nonsense go down as glib without tasting, as a seditious Lie is swallow'd in a City Coffee-house, or Common-wealth Club; without examination.

Clar. But now let's hear it---

Song.

How wretched is the Slave to Love,
Who can no real pleasures prove;
For still they're mixt with pain:
When not obtain'd, restless is the desire.
Enjoyment puts out all the fire,
And shows the Love was vain.

It wanders to another soon,
Wanes and Encreases like the Moon,
And like her never rests:
Brings Tides of Pleasure now, and then of Tears;
Makes Ebbs and Flows of Joys and Cares,
In Lovers wavering breasts.

But spight of Love I will be free,
And triumph in the liberty:
I without him enjoy.
I'th' worst of Prisons I'll my Body bind,
Rather than Chain my free-born mind,
For such a foolish Toy.

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Item Code: TSTVOSJ1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Volunteers, or the Stock-Jobbers (1692), 3.1, p.27.

First performed: end of November 1692 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:6 (1693)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

M. G. Bl. Come, come, enter Musick.
(Enter Musick, they play and sing.

Sir Nich. Ah, that's fine, that's Chromatick, I love Chromatick Musick mightily.

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Item Code: TSTWC1

First line: Love thee till there shall be an end of matter

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 1.1, pp.8-9.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.283, n.2114 [Music] Playford, John, Theater of Music...Second Book (1685), pp.32-3 (UMI(2) 364:14) et al.

Text of song:

Sir Humph. <...> Call in my Musick, and let 'em Sing and Play---Come in.

SONG.

Love thee till there shall be an end of matter,
So long, till Courtiers leave in Courts to flatter;
While empty Courtlings shall laugh, jeer, and jibe,
Or till an old lean Judge refuse a Bribe.

Till Young men Women hate, I will love thee;
Till greedy Lawyers shall renounce a Fee,
And till Decrepit Misers Money hate,
Or Statesmen leave to juggle in a State.

While Priests Ambition troubles Common-wealths,
Till Whores grow chaste and Thieves forsake their Stealths;
Till Tradesmen leave to Cozen and to Lye,
Till there's a Worthy Flatt'rer, or Brave Spie.

Till Honest Valiant Men can be afraid,
Till Kings by Favourites are not betray'd;
Till all Impossibles do meet in one,
I'll love thee Phillis, and love thee alone.

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Item Code: TSTWC2

First line: Let some great joys pretend to find

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.1, pp.14-5.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Humph. <...> Come on! Sing the Song I love so well---

Gripe. Pox on Songs! give me the Jingling of Money-bags.

SONG.

<1.>

Let some great joys pretend to find
In empty Whimsies of the mind;
And nothing to the Soul can come,
Till th' ushering Senses make it room.
Nor can the Mind be e'r at ease,
Unless you first the Body please.
Life is, what e're vain Man may doubt,
But taking in and putting out.
Since Life's but a Span,
Live as much as you can:
Let none of it pass without Pleasure;
But push on your Strength
Of what Life wants in length:
In the Breadth you must make up the Measure.

2.

All solid Pleasures, Fops lay by;
And seek they know not what, nor why:
Imperfect Images th' enjoy,
Which Fancy makes, and can destroy.
Wh' in immaterial things delight,
Dream in the Day as well as Night:
In that how can they Pleasure take,
Of which no Image Thought can make.
Since Life's, &c.

3.

In vain no moment then be spent,
Fill up the little Life that's lent;
Feasts, Musick, Wine the Day possess;
The Night, Love, Youth and Beauty bless.
The Senses now in parcels treat,
Then all together by the great;
No empty space in Life be found,
But one continued Joy go round.
Since Life's, &c.

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Item Code: TSTWC3

First line: Let's drink let's drink all day and night

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.1, p.17.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Christ. and Bullies Sing.

Let's Drink, let's Drink all Day and Night
Give each a lusty Bowl:
This is the ravishing Delight
Of ev'ry Thirsty Soul;
Let others soak all Night in Beds
And live but half their time,
The Wine that's always in our Heads
Shall still preserve us in our prime,
Shall still, &c.

<Fifteen lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise of the last four lines>

Sir Chr. Peace, my Buttock, no harm done; we have not been in Bed these four and twenty hours.

[Sings.

Let others soak all Night in Beds, &c.
And live but half their time, &c.

<speaks> On my Conscience and Soul we broke Fourscore pounds worth of Windows.

Bell. Is not this a pretty Gentleman to be in Love with?

Sir Chr. Pray, know my Friends, Blunderbus and Heildebrand: They are as honest fellows as e'r drank Beer-glass, and as brave as ever stood Cannon-bullet---But where's Sir Humphrey? hey---hey---

<sings> The Wine that's always in our Heads
Shall still preserve us in our prime.

<speaks> Am not I a very mad fellow, Ha, Sir Humphrey---Hey boys! let me kiss thee, Oylie---

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Item Code: TSTWC4

First line: A boat a boat haste to the ferry

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.1, p.19.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Tune (if traditional): A Boat, A Boat

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Because they say so now, you shall hear 'em sing---a Boat, a Boat.

Blund. Come on.

Heild. To please you---

A Boat, a Boat, haste to the Ferry, &c.

[They Sing.

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Item Code: TSTWC5

First line: Good store of brisk claret supplies ev'ry thing

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.1, p.19.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Hey Boys! Hey! a most admirable Design---Wee'l tear the ground, and roar, and make more noise than a Sea-Fight.

<sings> Good store of brisk Claret supplies,&c.
And the Man that is Drunk is as great as a King.

<A few lines separate this from a reprise>

Good store of good Claret supplies, &c.

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Item Code: TSTWC6

First line: The king's most faithful subjects we

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.[2], p.23.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. How dost thou do, old Boy! we are come to Drink, Sing, Roar, and be merry with thee,

<sings> The Kings most faithful Subjects we
In's Service are not Dull,
We drink to show our Loyalty
And make his Coffers full.
Would all his Subjects drink like us,
We'd make him richer far,
More Powerful and more Prosp'rous
Then all the Eastern Monarchs are,
Then all, &c.

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Item Code: TSTWC7

First line: Good store of brisk claret supplies ev'ry thing (reprise )

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.[2], p.24.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Down on your Knees all. Strike up Fiddles, an Alarm, Fire all---Hey Boys---

<sings> Good store of brisk Claret supplies ev'ry thing,
And the Man, &c.

<speaks> Am not I a very mad fellow, Sir Humphrey?

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Item Code: TSTWC8

First line: He that wears a brave soul and dares handsomely do

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 2.[2], p.26.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Come brave Boys: 'twas in the dark, and 'tis no dishonour, ne'r mind it.

<sings> He that wears a brave Soul, and dares handsomly do,
Is a Herauld to himself, and a Godfather too.

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Item Code: TSTWC9

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.1, p.29.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Enter two or three Apprentices singing and breaking Windows.

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Item Code: TSTWC10

First line: Diseases and troubles are ne'r to be found

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.1, p.31.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Follow us--- [Sings.

Diseases and Troubles are ne'r to be found,
But in the damn'd place where the Glass goes not round.

<speaks> Sing with a Pox to you.

Sir Nich.

Well, well---Diseases and Troubles, &c. [Sings.

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Item Code: TSTWC11

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.[2], p.32.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

[A Song is sung to 'em within.

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Item Code: TSTWC12

First line: The stars which you see

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.[2], p.33.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. Ay 'gad shall you---and roar and have t'other Battel too, Boy---

[Sings.

The Stars which you see,
In the Hemisphear be
But the studs in your faces with Drinking, &c.

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Item Code: TSTWC13

First line: The sun's gone to tipple all night in the sea boys

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.[2], p.33.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. <sings> The Sun's gone to Tipple all Night in the Sea Boys,
To morrow hee'l rise, and be paler than we Boys;
Give us Wine, give him Water, 'tis Sack makes us The Boys.

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Item Code: TSTWC14

First line: March on bravely forward let us go

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 3.[2], p.35.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

Sir Chr. D'ye hear Nick? Be sure you come, or by Heav'n I'll run you through the Lungs next time I meet you---

They go out Singing.]

March on bravely! forward let us go,
Ta ra ra rant tan tant, tan tan tan ta ra ra
rant tan tan! The Trumpets they do blow.

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Item Code: TSTWC15

First line: Let the daring adventurers be toss'd on the main

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 4.1, p.51-2.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

Composer: Unrecorded (recorded as Shadwell in a reprint of the score, yet presumably this refers to the lyrics)( nwc)

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.276, n.1997 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Ayres and Songs...Third Book (1681), p.6 (UMI(2) 286:13) and others. Shadwell is recorded as the composer in Comes Amoris (1687), p.36 (UMI(2) 274:7).

Text of song:

Sir Humph. Some Musick! Sing me a Song---

A Drinking SONG.

Let the daring Adventurers be toss'd on the Main,
And for Riches no dangers decline;
Though with hazard the spoils of both Indies they gain,
They can bring us no Treasure like Wine.

Enough of such Wealth would a Beggar enrich,
And supply greater wants in a King;
'Twould sooth all the Griefs in a comfortless Wretch,
And inspire weeping Captives to Sing.

There is none that groans under a burdensom life,
If this soveraign Balsom he gains;
This will make a man bear all the Plagues of a Wife,
And of Raggs, and Diseases in Chains.

It swells all our Veins with a kind purple flood,
And puts Love and great Thoughts in the mind:
There's no Peasant so rank, but it fills with good blood,
And to gallantry makes him inclin'd.

There's nothing our Hearts with such Joy can bewitch,
For on Earth 'tis a Pow'r that's Divine;
Without it, we 're wretched tho' never so Rich,
Nor is any man Poor that has Wine.

<NOTE: One line of dialogue separates this from the next song>.

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Item Code: TSTWC16

First line: I love some body I love no body

Source Edition: The Woman Captain (1679), 4.1, p.52.

First performed: September 1679 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 400:7 (1680)

Author: Thomas Shadwell

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

Text of song:

<NOTE: This dialogue separates this from the previous song>.

Sir Chr. Pox! This is a pretty Musical business; but this will not make a man merry---I'll sing you a Song: Fill the Glasses first. Come on. When I sing Down, down, Then you must all drink---

SONG.

I love some body, I love no body,
Some body, no body dearly:
I love some body, &c.
Be she black, or be she brown,
She's the best in all the Town,
So she keep her Belly down.
Down, down, down down:
There's no fault to be found,
So she keep her Belly down.

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Item Code: TSTWE1

First line: Song has no lyrics

Source Edition: The Wives Excuse: or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1691), 1.1, pp.5-6.

First performed: December 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1536:56 (1692)

Author: Thomas Southerne

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

Text of song:

The Curtain drawn up, shews the Company at the Musick-Meeting; after an Italian Song, Lovemore, Wellvile, Wilding, Courtall, Springame, Friendall, Raffle, Mrs. Friendall, Sightly, Wittwoud, Fanny advance to the Front of the Stage.

Mr. Fr. Ladies and Gentlemen, how did you like the Musick?

<Dialogue relating to the song continues at some length>

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Item Code: TSTWE2

First line: Ingrateful love thus every hour

Source Edition: The Wives Excuse: or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1691), 1.1, pp.9-11.

First performed: December 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1536:56 (1692)

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: Edward Sackvile

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.266, n.1817 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), p.2 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.

Text of song:

Love. I will make an Interest with the Masters,
To give you a Song at parting. [Goes to the Masters.

Sight. An English Song, good Mr. Lovemore.

<Dialogue relating to the forthcoming some continues at some length>

Mr. Fr. Indeed, Madam, so far you are right:
I never heard of any Man, that writ a Song upon his Wife.

SONG, By Major-General Sackvile.

Ingrateful Love! Thus every Hour,
To punish me by her Disdain!
You tyrannise to show your Power;
And Sho, to triumph in my Pain,

You, who can laugh at Humane Woes,
And Victims to her Pride decree,
On me, your yielding Slave, impose
Your Chains; but leave the Rebel free.

How fatal are your poyson'd Darts!
Her conqu'ring Eyes the Trophies boast,
Whilst you insnare poor wandring Hearts,
That in her Charms and Scorn are lost.

Impious, and Cruel: You deny
A Death, to ease me of my Care;
Which she delays, to make me try
The force of Beauty, and Despair.

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Item Code: TSTWE3

First line: Say cruel Amoret how long

Source Edition: The Wives Excuse: or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1691), 4.1, p.41.

First performed: December 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1536:56 (1692)

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: A "Man of Quality"

Performer/s: William Mountfort

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.325, n.2852 [Music] Joyful Cuckoldom (1671, actually 1695?), no.8 (UMI(2) 2032:10) et alia.

Text of song:

Witt. Not till we have the Song, Mr. Friendall, you promis'd us.

Mr. Fr. Why, faith, I was forc'd to set it my self: I don't know how you'll like it with my voice; but faith and troth, I believe the Masters of the Musick-meeting, may set their own words, for any trouble I shall give 'em for the future about mine.

Wild. Nay, then you ruine 'em.

Witt. The Song, the Song, Sir.

[Song written by a Man of Quality.]

I.

Say, cruell Amoret, how long
In billet-dous, and humble Song,
Shall poor Alexis woo?
If neither writing, sighing, dying,
Reduce you to a soft complying:
O! when will you come to?

II.

Full thirteen Moons are now past o'er,
Since first those Stars I did adore,
That set my heart on fire:
The conscious Play-house, Parks and Court,
Have seen my sufferings made your sport:
Yet am I ne'er the nigher.

III.

A faithfull Lover shou'd deserve
A better fate, than thus to starve
In sight of such a Feast:
But Oh! if you'll not think it fit,
Your hungry Slave shou'd taste one bit;
Give some kind looks at least.

Wild. Admirable well---

Witt. Sett and sung, Sir.

Love. A Gentleman does these things always best.

Well. When he has a Genius.

Mr. Fr. Ay, Sir, he must have a Genius: There's no being a Master of any thing without a Genius.

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Item Code: TSTWE4

First line: Hang this whining way of wooing

Source Edition: The Wives Excuse: or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1691), 4.1, lyrics appear at p.49 (amidst 5.2) with a stage direction indicating a location amidst 4.1 <Southerne's editors locate this immediately after TSTWE3 as a reply to that song>.

First performed: December 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1536:56 (1692)

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Performer/s: Mrs. Butler

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.233, n.1233 [Music] Playford, John, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), p.3 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.

Text of song:

A SONG, In the First Scene of the Fourth Act.

Hang this whining way of wooing,
Loving was design'd a Sport:
Sighing, talking, without doing,
Makes a silly, idle Court.
Don't believe that words can move her,
If she be not well inclin'd:
She her self must be the Lover,
To perswade her to be kind.
If, at last, she grants the favour,
And consents to be undone:
Never think her passion gave her,
To your Wishes, but her own.

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Item Code: TSTWE5

First line: Corinna I excuse thy face

Source Edition: The Wives Excuse: or, Cuckolds make Themselves (1691), 5.2, p.49.

First performed: December 1691 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 1536:56 (1692)

Author: Thomas Southerne

Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)

Lyrics: Thomas Cheeke

Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.204, n.732 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Sixth Book (1692), p.4 (UMI(2) 2035:25) et alia.

Text of song:

Vitt. Sir, Sir, if you have any Interest in the Family, pray let's have a Song, or a Dance, to divert us.

Spring. I'll see what I can do for you--- [Goes away.<...>

Love, That's she, that came in just now with Mrs Friendall: I'll direct you to
one, by going to the other. [They go to em.

A SONG, Written by Tho. Cheek Esq;

Corinna I excuse thy Face;
The erring Lines which Nature drew:
When I reflect, that every Grace
Thy Mind adorn is just, and true:
But oh! thy Witt what God has sent?
Surprising, airy, unconfin'd:
Some wonder sure Apollo meant,
And shot himself into thy Mind.

After the Song, Wittwood and Betty <...>

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Item Code: TTA1

First line: Bear up thy learned brow Albumazar

Source Edition: Albumazar (1615), 1.1, sig.B2.

First performed: revived at LIF, 22 February 1668 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 440:11 (1668)

Author: Thomas Tomkis

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

Text of song:

Then Furbo sings this Song.

Beare up thy learned brow Albumazar,
Live long of all the world admir'd,
For Art profound, and skill retir'd,
To cheating by the height of stars:
Hence Gypsies, hence, hence rogues of baser strain,
That hazard life for little gain:
Stand off and wonder, gape and gaze afar
At the rare skill of great Albumazar.

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Item Code: TTA2

First line: Fa la la Pandolfoes ours

Source Edition: Albumazar (1615), 1.1, sig.[B2v].

First performed: revived at LIF, 22 February 1668 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 440:11 (1668)

Author: Thomas Tomkis

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

Text of song:

Furbo goes out singing,
Fa la la Pandolfoes ours.

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Item Code: TTA3

First line: Sing sweetly that our notes may cause

Source Edition: Albumazar (1615), 1.3, sig.[B4v].

First performed: revived at LIF, 22 February 1668 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 440:11 (1668)

Author: Thomas Tomkis

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

Text of song:

Pan. Celestiall musick, but it seems far off.
List, list, 'tis neerer now.

Ro. 'Tis musick 'twixt the Acts. What now

Pan. Nothing.

Ron. And now?

Pan. Musick again, and strangely delicate,
O most Angelicall! they sing!

Ron. And now?

Sing sweetly that our notes may cause
The heavenly Orbes themselves to pause:
And at our Musick stand as still
As at Jove's amorous will.
So now release them as before,
Th'have waited long enough, no more.

Pan. Tis gone, give me't again.---O do not so.

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Item Code: TTA4

First line: Flow streams of liquid salt from my sad eyes

Source Edition: Albumazar (1615), 3.8, sig.G2.

First performed: revived at LIF, 22 February 1668 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 440:11 (1668)

Author: Thomas Tomkis

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

Text of song:

Beu. Furbo no more, unlesse thy words were charms
Of power to revive him: Antonio's dead.
He's dead, and in his death hath buried
All my delights: my eares are deafe to Musick
That sounds of pleasure: sing then the dolefulst notes
That e're were set by Melancholly: O Antonio!

Furbio <sic> sings this Song:

Flow streams of liquid salt from my sad eyes,
To celebrate his mournfull Exequies.
Antonio's dead, he's dead, and I remayn
To draw my poor life in continuall pain,
Till it have paid to his sad memory
Duty of love: O then most willingly,
Drown'd with my teares, as he with waves, I die:

Beu. Break thy sad strings, and instrument: O strange! he's here...

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Item Code: TTA5

First line: My heart in flames doth fry

Source Edition: Albumazar (1615), 3.8, sig.[G2v].

First performed: revived at LIF, 22 February 1668 (Danchin)

UMI(2) reel no.: 440:11 (1668)

Author: Thomas Tomkis

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

Text of song:

Tri. O I remember while I liv'd in Barbary
A pretty Song the Moores sing to a Gridiron:
Sweet Madam by your favour Ile sing't to this.

<sings> Alcosh Dolash, &c. <spoken> Thus 'tis in English.

<sings> My heart in flames doth fry,
Of thy beauty,
While I
Die.
Fie?
And why
Shouldst thou deny
Me thy sweet company?
My brains to teares do flow
While all below
Doth glow.
O!
Foe
If so,
How canst thou go
About to say me no?

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Item Code: TTTER1

First line: What need we use many beseeches

Source Edition: The English Rogue (1660), 2.3, pp.19-20.

First performed: 1667-1668? ('privately acted'--Harbage & Schoenbaum)

UMI(2) reel no.: 517:19

Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).

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

Text of song:

Plot. So, so, then we'l be merry, laugh and lye down, dance and sing in spight of the old mans opposition, but first lets sing, what say ye Ladies?

Luc. What you please.

Cla. I, I, come come, we'l help to make a Chorus.

Sung by Plot-thrift and Cozen.

<1.>

What need we use many beseeches
Or trouble our brain with long speeches.
If we love 'tis enough
Hang poetical stuff
As the rule of Honesty teaches
Chor. If we love 'tis enough
Hang Poetical stuff
As the rule of honesty teaches.

2.

Why should we stand whining like fools
Or woe by platonical rules
If they love we'l repay't
If not let 'em say't
What need they the help of the Schools.
Cho. If they love &c.

3.

But this must be won by Romances
And that by verse and fine dances
A third do's delight
In a song yet at night.
You must crack a string which she fancies.
Cho. A third do's delight, &c.

4.

This must be extoll'd to the sky;
That you can get, do but flatter and lye.
But that Ladi's for me
That loves fine and free
As real and ready as I.
Cho. But that Ladi's for me
That loves fine and free
As real and ready as I.

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Item Code: TTTER2

First line: Come let us be frolic and call four our tipple

Source Edition: The English Rogue (1660), 3.2, pp.33-4.

First performed: 1667-1668? ('privately acted'--Harbage & Schoenbaum)

UMI(2) reel no.: 517:19

Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).

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

Text of song:

Enter Musicians.

Plot. Then come musitians lets hear the Tavern catch gave you when I was here last.

Mu. Yes Sir.

The Song.

Come let us bee frolick and call for our tiple,
Our pockets we'l empty & our veins we will fill
For Sack we'l not lack, nor will we be griple
But carouse in despite of the two Topped Hill
Chorus. Parnassus shall pass us
Nor will we enquire
For the front of the Musses
Tis Sack we desire.
Let the Frenchman delight in his white wine & red
His vinide paree is but pitiful gear
Tis the brave Spanish liquor that brings us to bed,
It charms all our senses and fress us from fear.
Cho. Wee'l banish the Rhenish,
White Metheglin and brown,
Tis Sack we do love, so let it go down.

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Item Code: TTTER3

First line: A comely youth I once beheld

Source Edition: The English Rogue (1660), 5.4., p.58.

First performed: 1667-1668? ('privately acted'--Harbage & Schoenbaum)

UMI(2) reel no.: 517:19

Author: T(homas?).T(homson?).

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

Text of song:

Cla. Come wenches what are you for singing or dancing...Well I am resolv'd to sing a song, we are all alone. and 'tis one of my own composure.

Luc. Prithee forbear.

Cla. Troth but I will, ide have you do the same and so take leave of singing clear, 'twill not be long I hope ere we loose our voices.

Luc. How wildely she talks?

Erm. Come Cozen, begin.

Cla. A comely youth I once beheld
A bathing in a river
Where strait my passions rebell'd
And scorch't my heart and liver.
Such might Narcissus beauties be,
But scarse so clear so white as he,
I veiv'd each part, and so
Saw somthing down below.
Which made my mind and heart a rambling go
High! ho.

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