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First line: Wake all the dead what hoa what hoa
Source Edition: The Law Against Lovers (1662), 3.1, p.294.
First performed: 10 February 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: Not available
Author: William Davenant
Lyrics: Familiar catch? First line also appears in ERTCL4 .
Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.366, n.3561. [Music] Lawes, Henry, Select ayres and dialogues...Second Book, 1669, p.60 (UMI(2) 286:22).
Text of song:
Viol. Sister, I have got
Verses. Signior Lucio
Made them: he and Balthazar are
within.
Beat. Is Lucio become a man of meetre?
That's the next degree upward to the giddy
Station of a foolish Lover. They are
Compos'd into
a Song too. Sing it Viola.
Viola sings the SONG.
<1.>
Viol. Wake all the
dead! what hoa! what hoa!
How soundly they sleep whose
Pillows lye low?
They mind not poor Lovers who walk above
On the Decks of the World in storms of love.
No
whisper now nor glance can pass
Through Wickets or through
Panes of Glass;
For our Windows and Doors are shut and
barr'd.
Lye close in the Church, and in the Church-yard.
In ev'ry Grave make room, make room!
The Worlds
at an end, and we come, we come.
2.
The State is now Love's foe, Love's foe;
Has seiz'd on his Arms, his Quiver and Bow;
Has pinion'd
his wings, and fetter'd his feet,
Because he made
way for Lovers to meet.
But O sad chance, his Judge was
old;
Hearts cruel grow, when blood grows cold.
No man being young, his process would draw.
O Heavens
that love should be subject to law!
Lovers go woo the
dead, the dead!
Lye two in a Grave, and to Bed, to Bed!
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Law Against Lovers (1662), 5.1, p.316.
First performed: 10 February 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: Not available
Author: William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Benedick, Eschalus, Beatrice, Viola, Lucio, singing a Chorus within.
Esch. Your Brother, Sir, has
an unquiet mind:
'Tis late, and he would take his
rest.
Viol. We'll sing him asleep.
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First line: Our ruler has got the vertigo of state
Source Edition: The Law Against Lovers (1662), 5.1, p.317.
First performed: 10 February 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: Not available
Author: William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Luc. Madam, we'll sing. The Governour
May
come (if he please) and sigh to the Chorus.
Esch.
I'll bear no part, Sir, in your Song,
Nor in your
punishment. [Exit Eschalus.
The SONG.
<1.>
Luc. Our Ruler has
got the vertigo of State;
The world turns round in his
politick pate.
He stears in a Sea, where his Course cannot
last;
And bears too much Sail for the strength of his
Mast.
Cho. Let him plot all he can,
Like a politick man,
Yet Love though a Child may fit
him.
The small Archer though blind,
Such
an Arrow will find,
As with an old trick shall hit him.
2.
Beat. Sure Angelo knows Loves party
is strong;
Love melts, like soft wax, the hearts of the
young.
And none are so old but they think on the taste,
And weep with remembrance of kindnesses past.
Cho. Let him plot all he can, &c.
3.
Ben. Love in the wisest is held a mad fit;
And
madness in Fools is reckon'd for Wit.
The Wise value
Love, just as Fools Wisdom prize;
Which when they cann't
gain, they seem to dispise.
Cho. Let him plot all he can, &c.
4.
Viol.
Cold Cowards all perils of anger shun;
To dangers of
Love they leap when they run.
The valiant in frolicks
did follow the Boy,
When he led them a Dance from Greece
to old Troy.
Cho. Let him plot all he can, &c.
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First line: The Bread is all bak'd [The embers are rak'd]
Source Edition: The Man's the Master (1668), 3.1, pp.45-7.
First performed: 26 March 1668
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:25 (1669)
Author: Sir William Davenant (translation of Scarron's "Jodelet").
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
D. John. Come, Sir, dispatch; for brevity is as convenient in Posset as it is in Speech. I'll give you a Song if you will call for Musick.
Sancho. Firk your Fidles.
The SONG in Recitativo and in Parts.
D. John. The Bread is all bak'd,
The Embers are rak'd;
'Tis Midnight now
by Chanticlears first crowing.
Let's kindly carouse
Whilst 'top of the House
The Cats fall out
in the heat of their wooing.
Time, whilst the Hour-glass
does run out,
This flowing Glass shall go about.
Stay, stay, the Nurse is wak'd, the Child does cry,
No Song so antient is as Lulla-by.
The Cradle's
rockt, the Child is husht agen,
Then hey for the Maids,
and ho for the Men.
Now ev'ry one advance his Glass;
Then all at once together clash,
Experienc'd
Lovers know
This clashing does but show,
That as in Musick so in Love must be
Some discord to
make up a harmony.
Sing, sing! When Crickets sing why
should not we?
The Crickets were merry before us;
They sung us thanks e'r we made them a fire.
They taught us to sing in a Chorus:
The Chimney is their
Church, the Ov'n their Quier.
Once more the Cock
cryes Cock-a-doodle-dooe.
The Owle cryes o'r the
Barne, to-whit-to-whooe!
Benighted Travellers now lose
their way
Whom Will-of-the-wisp bewitches:
About and about he leads them astray
Through Boggs, through
Hedges and Ditches.
Heark! heark! the Cloyster Bell is
rung!
Alas! the Midnight Dirge is sung.
Let
'em ring,
Let 'em sing,
Whilst we
spend the Night in love and in laughter.
When Night is
gone
O then too soon
The discords, and cares
of the Day come after.
Come Boyes! a health, a health,
a double health
To those who scape from care by shunning
wealth.
Dispatch it away
Before it be day.
'Twill quickly grow early when it is late:
A
health to thee,
To him, to me,
To all who
Beauty love and Bus'ness hate.
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First line: Come shut our temple and away
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.4-5.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
This having continu'd a while in prospect, the Priests of Mars came out of the Temple, cloath'd in Crimson robes, of the Antick shape, girt in the wast and being tuck'd up, fall in a fold; on their heads, Miters of a Helmet forme, with a Poniard advanc'd on the top, and they sing this by way of Preparation.
(1)
Come shut our Temple and away,
Our bold seditious God shall stay;
Wee'l serve
no sacrifice to day,
Our humor is to Feast, not Pray.
(2)
The Battell which our Knights have
won,
Did last untill th'amazed Sun
For
feare, did mend his usuall pace,
And set betimes to hide
his face.
(3)
And now the story
of their fight
Is universall, as his light,
Which Fame upon her swifter wing
Hath early brought for
us to sing.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Hark hark the trouble of the day draws near
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.5-8.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
This Song ended, with a slow pace they descend (playing on their Instruments) and being advanc'd neere the State, sing this to signifie some Battell lately fought.
(1)
Heark! heark! the trouble of the
day draws neere,
And now the Drum doth teach the heart
to beat,
Whilst Trumpets cherish not, but wound the eare
Of such, who are ordain'd for a defeat.
Chorus.
Heark! Heark! some groane, and curse uncertaine Fate,
Which vs for blood and ruine, doth create.
(2)
Charge! charge! cries ev'ry bold ambitious knight,
Whilst artificiall darknesse hid their way,
The
lightning of their Swords was all their light,
For dust,
& sulphrous clouds had chok'd the day.
Chorus.
Heark! Heark! some groane, and curse uncertaine Fate,
Which vs for blood and ruine, doth create.
(3)
Burn, burn, was straight the noyse in ev'ry Tent,
Whilst some mis-led by their disorder'd feare,
Did helpe to kindle what they should prevent,
And scap'd
the Van to perish in the Reere.
Chorus. Heark! Heark!
some groane, and curse uncertaine Fate,
Which vs for
blood and ruine, doth create.
(4)
Fly,
fly, cryes then the tame dejected Foe;
Each wondring
at the terror which he feeles,
And in the hurry of their
overthrow,
Forsook their Arms, and trusted to their heels.
Chorus. Heark! Heark! some groane, and curse uncertaine Fate,
Which vs for blood and ruine, doth create.
(5)
Stand! stand! was now the word our Knights did give,
For weary of pursuit, they had no will
To grace
with death, who basely sought to live,
As if unworthy
of their paines to kill.
Chorus. Heark! Heark! some groane,
and curse uncertaine Fate,
Which vs for blood and ruine,
doth create.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Whither so gladly and so fast
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.8-9.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.385, n.3900 [Music] Playford, John, Select Ayres and Dialogues, Second Book (1669), p.39 (UMI(2) 286:22) et al.
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
The Priests of Mars retire, and strait the Masquers appeare <...> who at their interview sings this.
(1)
Whither so gladly, and so fast,
As if you knew
all danger past
Of Combat, and of War?
As
you believ'd my armes were bound,
Or when I shoot,
still ev'ry wound
I make, is but a scar.
(2)
Arme now your brests with shields
of steele,
And plates of Brasse, yet you shall feele
My arrowes are so keene,
Like lightning that not
hurts the skin,
Yet melts the solid parts within,
They'l wound, although unseene.
(3)
My Mother taught mee long agoe
To ayme my shafts,
and draw my Bow
When Mars shee did subdue.
And now you must resigne to Love,
Your warlike hearts,
that shee may prove
Those antick Stories true.
This being sung, Cupid having dispersed <...>
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First line: Unarm unarm no more your fights
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.11-3.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
From this Temple the Priests of Venus are discern'd to come in loose white Robes, their heads adorn'd with Coronets of Flowres, and playing on their Instruments, they descend and sing this.
(1)
Unarme, unarme! no
more your fights
Must cause the virgins teares,
But such as in the silent nights,
Spring rather
from their feares.
(2)
Such
diff'rence as when Doves do bill,
Must now be all
your strife:
For all the blood that you shall spill,
Will usher in a life.
(3)
And
when your Ladies falsly coy
Shall timerous appeare,
Believe, they then would faine enjoy
What they
pretend to feare.
(4)
Breath
then each others breath, and kisse
Your soules to union:
And whilst they shall injoy this blisse,
Your bodies
too, are one.
(5)
Too morrow
will the hasty Sun
Be fear'd more of each Lover,
For hindring to repeat what's done,
Than what
it may discover.
<NOTE: The next song follws immediately after this one>.
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First line: Make room for our god too make room
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.13-4.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
The Priests of Apollo approach from severall parts of the Temple, cloath'd in Carnation Robes, with wreathes of Laurell on their heads, they sing this when they descend.
(1)
Make roome for our God too, make
roome,
For now surpriz'd, and ravish'd with delight,
Apollo is from Delphos come,
T'inspire, and
breath himself in every Knight.
(2)
His God-head is inclin'd to prove
How justly
proud, and happy you will be,
When with the powers of
War and Love,
Hee shall unite his wiser Deity.
(3)
Then still, as if not made of Earth,
Expresse your thankfulnesse in active pleasure.
Whilst you designe your hearts to Mirth,
Your eares to
numbers, & your feet to measure.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Behold how this conjunction thrives
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.14-5.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
This ended, the Priests of Apollo retire to make way for a new discovery of certaine persons in the Scene, which seeme halfe hidden behind the Trees: Then invite them to descend by singing this.
(1)
Behold,
how this conjunction thrives!
His radiant beames Apollo
strives
So much to strengthen and increase,
As growth and verdure nere should cease.
(2)
Come you industrious slaves of plenty, bring
All that is hop'd for in an Eastern Spring:
Or all
that Autumne yields, when she doth pay
Those promis'd
hopes where 'tis perpetuall day.
(3)
Come strew this ground (delay us not with slowth)
Strew till we walke on sweet Cecillian Flowres,
To prove how Seeds have hastned in their growth,
Drop
Indian fruits, as thick as Aprill showres.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: The furious steed the fife and drum
Source Edition: The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour (1635), pp.15-6.
First Performed: revived pre-1669?
UMI(1) reel no.: 1134:20
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
And whilst the Princes accepted of this entertainment, the Priests belonging to the three severall Deities sung this.
The song of Valediction, after the Banquet.
Priests of Mars.
The
furious Steed, the Phyph and Drum
Invite you still to
Triumphs of the War,
Till you as glorious shall become
On Earth as Mars, in Heaven as bright a Star.
Priests of Venus.
The Balmes rich swet, the Myrrhs sweet
teares
Perfume your breath when you would Passion move:
And may her heart, that you indeeres,
The center
be, her Eye the sphaere of Love!
Priests of Apollo.
And may your Language be of force
To body winds,
and animate the Trees,
So full of wonder your discourse,
Till all your guesses shall be Prophecies.
Chorus of all.
May our three Gods so long conjoyne,
To raise your soule, and rarefie your sense,
Till
you are render'd so Divine,
'Twill be no Sin t'implore
your Influence.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 1.1, p.72.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mus. Well, Sir, as how? [Plays and Sings.
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First line: Ah love is a delicate ting
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 2.1, II.86.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Song to the Dance a la Ronde.
1.
Mrs. Gosnel. Ah, Love is a delicate ting,
Ah,
Love is a delicate ting,
In Vinter it gives de new Spring.
Chorus. It makes de dull Dush vor to dance
Nimbell
as Monsieur of France.
2.
Mrs.
Gosnel. Ande dough it often does make,
Ande dough it
often does make,
De head of de Cuckol to ake;
Chorus. Yet let him bute vinke at de Lover,
Ande de paine
vill quickly be over.
3.
Mrs.
Gosnel. De Husband must still vink a littel,
De Husband
must still vink a littel,
Ande sometime be blinde as
a Bee-tell:
Chorus. Ande de Vife too some time must be,
Ven he play trick as bline as he.
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First line: Aloof and aloof and steady I steer
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 3.1, II.90-1.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Prospect having continu'd a while, this Song is sung by a Steersman in the foremost Boat, and the Chorus by Marriners rowing in it.
1.
Steersman.
Aloof! and aloof! and steady I steer!
'Tis a Boat
to our wish,
And she slides like a Fish,
When chearily stem'd, and when you row clear.
She
now has her trim
Away let her swim.
Mackrels
are swift in the shine of the Moon;
And Herrings in Gales
when they wind us,
But, timeing our Oars, so smoothly
we run,
That we leave them in shoals behind us.
Chorus. Then cry One and all!
Amain, for Whitehall!
The Diegos we'll board to rummidge their Hold;
And drawing our Steel, they must draw out their Gold.
2.
Steersman. Our Master and's Mate, with Bacon and Pease,
In Cabins keep aboard;
Each as warm as a Lord:
No Queen, lying in, lies more at her ease.
Whilst
we lie in wait
For Reals of Eight,
And for
some Gold Quoits, which fortune must send:
But, alas,
how their ears will tingle,
When finding, though still
like Hectors we spend,
Yet still all our pockets shall
jingle.
Chorus. Then cry, One and all!
Amain,
&c.
3.
Steersman. But
oh how the Purser shortly will wonder,
When he sums in
his Book
All the wealth we have took,
And
finds that we'll give him none of the Plunder;
He
means to abate
The Tyth for the State:
Then
for our Owners some part he'll discount:
But his
fingers are pitcht together;
Where so much will stick,
that little will mount,
When he reckons the shares of
either.
Chorus. Then cry, One and all!
Amain,
&c.
4.
Steersman. At
sight of our Gold, the Boatswain will bristle,
But not
finding his part,
He will break his proud heart,
And hang himself strait ith' chain of his Whistle.
Abast and afore!
Make way to the shore!
Softly as Fishes which slip through the stream,
That
we may catch their Sentries napping.
Poor little Diegos,
they now little dream
Of us the brave Warriors of Wapping.
Chorus. Then cry, One and all!
Amain, &c.
This Song being sung, Enter the King of the Symerons, Drake Senior, Pedro, and Page.
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First line: Winds now may whistle and waves may dance to 'em
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 3.1, II.92.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Then this Song is sung by a Chorus of Marriners within.
Chorus of Marriners within.
Winds now
may whistle, and waves may dance to 'em,
Whilst Merchants
cry out, such sport will undo 'em.
And the Master
aloud bids. Lee the Helm Lee!
But we now shall fear nor
the Rocks nor the Sand,
Whilst calmly we follow our Plunder
at Land,
When others in storms seek Prizes at Sea.
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First line: With boughs and with branches trim up our bowers
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 3.1, II.93-4.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Five Peruvians Enter, and dance to a Rustick Ayr, after which, this Song is sung by a Peruvian, and the Chorus to it by his Countrymen, whilst they dance again in a Round.
1.
Peru. With Boughs and with Branches trim up our Bowrs,
And strew them with Flowrs:
To receive such a Guest
As deserves for a Feast
All that the Forest, or
the Field,
Or deeper Lakes and Rivers yield.
Chorus. Still round, and round, and round,
Let us compass
the ground.
What man is he who feels
Any
weight at his heels?
Since our hearts are so light, that
all weigh'd together,
Agree to a grain, and they
weigh not a feather.
2.
Peru.
The Lord of the Sea is welcome to Land,
And here shall
command
All our Wealth, and our Arms;
For
his name more alarms
The Spaniards, than Trumpets or
Drums:
Hark how they cry, Drake comes, Drake comes!
Chorus. Still round, and round, and round,
Let
&c.
3.
Peru. Though
to his Foes like those winds he is rough,
That meet in
a huff:
Yet that storm quickly ends,
When
embrac'd by his friends:
Then he is calm and gentle
made,
As Loves soft whispers in a shade.
Chorus. Still round, and round, and round.
Let &c.
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First line: How comes it you landmen and we of the sea
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 3.1, II.96.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
This Song is sung by two Land Souldiers, and two Seamen.
Seam. How comes it you Landmen, and we of the Sea,
Though oft mixt together yet seldom agree?
Landm.
A Riddle, which we can find out no more
Than you can
why Seas contest with the shore.
Seam. We give
a shrewd guess how our quarrels have grown;
For still
when at Land we are joyntly design'd
To the dainty
delight of storming a Town,
You run to the Plunder, and
leave us behind.
Landm. Alas, our dear Brothers!
How can we forbear?
But aboord when you have us, where
wonderful Gold
Is shovell'd like Ballast, y'are
even with us there:
We fight on the Decks, whilst you
rummidge the Hold.
Seam. But now we shall march
where the Diegos (though loth
To part with it civ'ly)
may soon oblige both.
Landm. They so much are
scar'd from their wits with their dangers,
That now
they want wit to be civil to strangers.
Chorus
of all. Come let us joyn hands then, and nere part asunder,
But, like the true Sons of trusty old Mothers,
Make equally haste to a snap of the plunder,
Then justly
divide, and spend it like Brothers.
This Song being ended, the two Land-Souldiers and two Sea-men dance a Jigg, to intimate their future amity.
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First line: Whilst yet our world was new
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.105.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The First Song.
In pursuance of the manner of their Life, before their Incas brought them to live in Cities, and to build Forts.
1.
Whilst
yet our world was new,
When not discover'd by the
old;
E're begger'd slaves we grew,
For having silver Hills, and strands of Gold.
Chorus.
We danc'd and we sung,
And lookt ever young,
And from restraints were free,
As waves and winds
at Sea.
2.
When wildly we did
live,
E're crafty Cities made us tame:
When each his whole would give
To all, and none peculiar
right did claim.
Chorus. We danc'd and we sung, &c.
3.
When none did riches wish,
And none were rich by bus'ness made;
When all
did Hunt or Fish,
And sport was all our labour and our
trade.
Chorus. We danc'd and we sung, &c.
4.
When Forts were not devis'd,
Nor Cittadels did Towns devour:
When lowly sheds
suffic'd,
Because we fear'd the weather more
than pow'r.
Chorus. We danc'd and we sung, &c.
5.
When Garments were not worn,
Nor shame did nakedness resent:
Nor Poverty bred
scorn:
When none could want, and all were innocent.
Chorus. We danc'd and we sung, &c.
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First line: No more no more shall we drag to the shore
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.106-7.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Second Song,
Intimating their sorrow for their future condition,(according to the Prophecy) under their new Masters the Spaniards.
1.
No
more, no more,
Shall we drag to the shore
Our Nets at the ebb of the Flood;
Nor after we lay
The toyls for our Prey,
Shall we meet to compass
the Wood.
Nor with our Arrows e're delight,
To get renown
By taking down
The soaring
Eagle in his flight.
2.
Make
haste! make haste!
You delights that are past!
And do not to our thoughts appear:
Lest vainly
we boast
Of joys we have lost,
And grieve
to reckon what we were.
The Incas glory now is gone!
Dark grows that light,
Which chear'd our sight,
Set is their deity, the Sun.
Chorus. All
creatures when they breed,
May then with safety feed:
All shall have times for liberty but we.
We, who
their Masters were,
Must now such Masters fear,
As will no season give us to be free.
This Song being ended, a doleful Ayr is heard...
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First line: Twelve Incas have successively
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.108-9.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Third Song,
Which pursues the Argument of the Speech, and farther illustrates the many miseries, which the Civil War between the two Royal Brethren produc'd.
1.
Twelve Incas have successively
Our spacious Empire sway'd;
Whose power whilst
we obey'd,
We liv'd so happy and so free,
As if we were not kept in aw
By any Law,
Which Martial Kings aloud proclaim.
Soft conscience,
Nature's whisp'ring Orator,
Did teach us what
to love or to abhor;
And all our punishment was shame.
2.
Our late great Inca fatally,
Did by a second Wife
Eclipse his shining life,
Whilst reason did on love rely.
Those Rays she
often turn'd and check't,
Which with direct
Full beams should have adorn'd his known
And
first authoris'd Race: But Kings who move
Within
a lowly sphear of private love,
Are too domestick for
a Throne.
Chorus. Now rigid War is come, and Peace
is gone,
Fear governs us, and jealousie the Throne.
Ambition hath our Chiefs possest:
All now are wak't,
all are alarm'd:
The weary know not where to rest,
Nor dare the harmless be unarm'd.
After this Song a Warlike Ayr is play'd...
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First line: Those foreign shapes so strange appear
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.110.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Fourth Song,
Pursuing the Argument of the amazement and fear of the Natives, occasion'd by the consideration of the long Voyage of the Spaniards to invade them.
1.
Those foreign shapes so strange appear,
That
wonderful they seem;
And strangeness breeds esteem;
And wonder doth engender fear:
And from our fear
does adoration rise:
Else why do we encline
To think them Pow'rs divine,
And that we are ordain'd
their sacrifice?
Chorus 1. When we our Arrows
draw,
It is with dreadful awe:
2. Moving
towards them whom we are loth to meet,
3. As if we marcht
to face our destiny:
4. Not trusting to our Arrows but
our feet,
As if our bus'ness were to fly, to fly!
2.
All in Chorus. We thought them more
than human kind.
That durst adventure life
Through the tempestuous strife
Of Seas and ev'ry
raging wind.
Through Seas so wide, and for their depth
so fear'd,
That we by leaps as soon
May
reach th'ascended Moon,
As guess through what vast
dangers they have steer'd.
Chorus. When we our Arrows draw, &c.
This Song being ended, a Saraband is play'd...
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First line: If man from sov'reign reason does derive
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.111-2.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Fifth Song.
Pursuing the Argument of the Speech, by a farther detestation of that cruelty, which the ambition of the Spaniards made them exercise in Peru.
1.
If Man from sov'reign reason does derive
Or'e Beasts a high prerogative,
Why does he so himself
behave,
That Beasts appear to be
More rational
than he!
Who has deserv'd to be their slave.
2.
How comes wild cruelty in humane breasts?
Proud Man more cruel is than Beasts;
When Beasts
by hunger are enrag'd,
They no long pains devise
For dying enemies,
But kill, and eat, and are asswag'd.
3.
So much is Man refin'd in cruelty
As not to make men quickly dye.
He knows by death
all pains are past.
But as he hath the skill
A thousand ways to kill,
So hath he more to make pains
last.
Chorus. When Beasts each other chase and
then devour,
'Tis Natures Law, necessity,
Which makes them hunt for food, and not for pow'r:
Men for Dominion, Art's chief vanity,
Contrive to
make men dy;
Whose blood through wantonness they spill,
Not having use of what they kill.
This Song being ended, a mournful Ayr is play'd...
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First line: We shall no longer fear
Source Edition: The Playhouse to Be Let (1663), 4.1, II.113-4.
First performed: c.August 1663
UMI(2) reel no.: 207:9 (Works)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Sixth Song,
Pursuing the Argument of that Prophecy, which foretells the subversion of the Spaniards by the English.
We shall no longer fear
The Spanish Eagle darkly hov'ring here;
For
though from farthest Climes he hither fled,
And spatiously
his wings has spread:
Yet th'English Lyon now
Does still victorious grow,
And does delight
To make his walks as far
As th'other e're
did dare
To make his flight.
Chorus. 1 High,
2 high, 3 and high
4 Our Arrows shall flie,
And reach the winged for our prey.
Our Nets we'll
cast, and Sprindges lay:
The Ayr, the River, and the
Wood,
Shall yield us sport and change of food.
All in Chorus. After all our disasters
The proud
Spaniards our Masters,
When we extoll our liberty by
feasts,
At Table shall serve,
Or else they
shall starve;
Whilst th'English shall sit and rule
as our guests.
This Song being ended, an Ayr consisting of three Tunes, prepares the grand Dance...
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First line: Under the willow shades they were
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 3.1, pp.30-1.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Composer: Unrecorded ( John Banister or Thomas Low (?))
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.363, n.3511 [Music] John Banister and Thomas Low, New Ayres and Dialogues...1678, pp.30-1. Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Theo.
<...> You have not yet forgot the Song too, Coz;
No, nor the Willows.
Phila. Well, let's have the Song.
Theocles sings.
Theo.
Under the Willow shades they were
Free from the Eye-sight
of the Sun,
For no intruding beam could there
Peep through to spy what things were done.
Thus shelter'd
they unseen did lye
Surfeiting on each other's Eye.
Defended by the Willow shades alone,
The Sun's
heat they defy'd and cool'd their own:
Whilst
they did embrace unspy'd
The Conscious willows seem'd
to Smile,
That they with privacy supply'd
Holding the door as 'twere the while.
And when their
dalliances were or'e
The willows to oblige 'em
more,
Bowing did seem to say (as they withdrew)
We can supply you with a Cradle too.
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First line: For straight my green gown into breeches I'll make
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 3.1, p.32.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
She Sings.
Celan.
---For straight my green Gown into Breeches I'le make,
And my long yellow Locks much shorter I'le take:
Sing Down a down, down a, down a,
Then Ile cut
me a Switch, and on that Ride about,
And wander and wander
till I find him out,
With a Heigh down, down a, down,
down a.
<spoken> O for a Hawthorn;
like a Nightingal
To leaue my Breast against, or else
I shall sleep like a Topp.
<NOTE: Below is the original from "The Two Noble Kinsman", 3.4, p.436 (1679 ed.)>.
Sing.
For
I'll cut my green coat, afoot above my knee,
And
I'll clip my yellow locks; an inch below mine eie.
hey, nonny, nonny, nonny.
He's buy me a whit Cut,
forth for to ride
And I'll goe seek him, throw the
world that is so wide.
hey nonny, nonny, nonny.
O for a prick now like a Nightingale, to put my brest
Against. I shall sleep like a Top else
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First line: He deserv'd much better than so
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 3.1, p.33.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Celan. Sings.
He deserv'd much better then so
in the Thick-Wood
to be lost,
Where the Nut-trees grew so low
as if they had bin nip'd with the Frost,
O Whither,
whither, my Love, dost thou go?
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First line: There were three fools at mid-summer run mad
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 3.1, p.34.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Celania Sings.
There were three Fools at Mid-summer run mad
About an Howlet, a quarrel they had,
The one said 'twas
an Owle, the other he said nay,
The third said it was
a Hawk but the Bells wear cutt away.
1. Coun. Woman, I say leave thy singing, or I'le give thee a good Douze i'th Chop.
<NOTE: Below is the original from "The Two Noble Kinsman", 3.4, p.436 (1679 ed.)>
Daughter. The George alow, came from the South, from
The coast of Barbary a.
And there he met with brave
gallants of war
By one, by two, by three, a
Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants, Chair and stools
out.
And whither now are you bound a?
O let
me have your company till come to the sound a.
There
was three fools, fell out about an howlet:
The one sed
it was an owl.
The other he sed nay,
The
third he sed it was a hawk, and her bels were cut away.
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First line: Lady-Cow lady-Cow quick go flee
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 3.1, p.34.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Celan. Well; I'le go
seek Philander, I shall finde him
Under some Primrose:
I am thirsty. Fetch
A Glass of milk stript from the pretty
duggs
Of some Milch Lady-Cow.
Lady-Cow,
Lady-Cow quick, go flee
And tell me now where my True
Love shall be.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: The heifer was lost in the green-wood
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 4.1, p.40.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Celania Sings.
The Heifer was lost in the Green-Wood
In the
Green-Wood, in the Green-Wood
Where she had gone astray.
By a bank of Straw-berryes She stood
Lowing till
break of day.
Then did the Straw-berryes upon her smile
And sweetly seem'd to beg for Cream the while.
Cela. Is not this a fine Song?
Leuc. O, a very fine one.
Cunop. So fine I'm sure it sets my Mouth a Water.
Celan. I can sing twenty more.
Leuc. I think you can.
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First line: And when Philander shall be dead
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 4.1, p.40.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
She <Celania> Sings.
And when Philander shall be dead,
I'le bury him, 'Ile bury him,
And I'le
bury him in a Primrose-bed:
Then I'le sweetly ring
his Knel
VVith a pretty Cowslip-Bell.
Ding,
ding, &c.
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First line: See how the Dolphins caper there
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 4.1, p.41.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Celan. Set your Compass
to the North
And steer towards Philander.
See
how the Dolphins caper there,
The Fish keep Holy-day.
They dance Coranto's in the Air,
And thus they
shoot away.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: My lodging it is on the cold ground
Source Edition: The Rivals (1664), 5.1, pp.47-8.
First performed: 1664
UMI(2) reel no.: 451:26 (1668)
Author: Sir William Davenant (adapt. William Shakespeare and John Fletcher's "The Two Noble Kinsman")
Composer: Matthew Locke (?) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Cela.
O 'Tis fine sport to hear a Citty Wise
And a proud
Lady howle together there:
One Cryes out! O! this Smoke!
th'other this Fire!
One Curses the day-bed and Garden-walks.
The other all her Husbands Customers.
But in the
other place we dance and Sing.
Here she Sings.
My lodging it is on the Cold ground,
and very
hard is my fare,
But that which troubles me most, is
the unkindness of my dear,
Yet still I cry, O turn
Love,
and I prethee Love turn to me,
For
thou art the Man that I long for,
and alack what remedy.
I'l Crown thee with a Garland of straw then,
and I'le Marry thee with a Rush ring,
My frozen
hopes shall thaw then,
and merrily we will Sing,
O turn to me my dear Love,
and prethee love turn
to me,
For thou art the Man that alone canst
procure my Liberty.
But if thou wilt harden thy
heart still,
and be deaf to my pittyful moan,
Then I must endure the smart still,
and tumble in straw
alone,
Yet still I cry, O turn Love,
and
I prethee Love turn to me,
For thou art the Man that
alone art
the cause of my misery.
[That done, she lies down and fals a sleep.
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First line: Come ye termagant Turks
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), First entry, p.8.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus.
By Souldiers of several Nations.
1.
Come ye Termagant Turks,
If your Bassa dares Land ye,
VVhilst the VVine bravely
works
Which was brought us from Candy.
2.
VVealth, the least of our care is,
For the
poor ne'r are undone;
Avous, Mounsieur of Paris,
To the Back-swords of London.
3.
Diego, thou, in a trice,
Shalt advance thy lean
Belly;
For their Hens and their Rice
Make
Pillau like a Jelly.
4.
Let
'em Land fine and free;
For my Cap though an old
one,
Such a Turbant shall be,
Thou wilt think
it a Gold one.
5.
It is seven
to one odds
They had safer Sail'd by us:
VVhilst our VVine lasts in Rhodes,
They shall water at
Chios.
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First line: How bravely fought the fiery French
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), Second entry, p.10ff.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1.
Alphon. How bravely fought the fiery
French.
Their Bulwark being storm'd?
The colder Almans kept their Trench,
By more than Valour
warm'd.
2.
The grave Italians
paus'd and fought,
The solemn Spaniards too;
Study'ng more Deaths than could be wrought
By what the rash could do.
3.
Th'Avergnian
Colours high were rais'd,
Twice tane, and twice reliev'd.
Our Foes, like Friends to Valour, prais'd
The
mischiefs they receiv'd.
4.
The
cheerfull English got renown;
Fought merrily and fast:
'Tis time, they cry'd, to mow them down,
Wars Harvest cannot last.
5.
If
Death be Rest, here let us dye,
Where weariness is all
We dayly get by Victory,
Who must by Famine fall.
6.
Great Solyman is landed now;
All Fate he seems to be;
And brings those Tempests
in his Brow
Which he deserv'd at Sea.
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First line: Let us live for being dead
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), Second entry, p.15ff.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus of Women.
1.
Let
us live, live! for being dead,
The pretty Spots,
Ribbands and Knots,
And the fine French dress for
the Head;
No Lady wears upon her
In the cold,
cold, Bed of Honour.
Beat down our Grottoes, and hew
down our Bowers,
Dig up our Arbours, and root up our
Flowers.
Our Gardens are Bulwarks and Bastions become:
Then hang up our Lutes, we must sing to the Drum.
2.
Our Patches and our Curls
(So
exact in each station)
Our Powders and our Purls
Are now out of fashion.
Hence with our Needles,
and give us your Spades;
VVe, that were Ladies, grow
coorse as our Maids.
Our Coaches have drove us to Balls
at the Court,
We now must drive Barrows to earth up the
Port.
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First line: Ye wives all that are and wives would be
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), Third entry, p.25ff.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus. Of Men and Women.
Men. Ye wives
all that are, and wives would be,
Unlearn all ye learnt
here, of one another,
And all ye have learnt of an Aunt
or a Mother:
Then strait hither come, a new Pattern to
see,
Which in a good humour kind fortune did send;
A glass for your minds, as well as your faces:
Make haste then and break your own Looking-glasses;
If
you see but your selves, you'l never amend.
Women.
You that will teach us what your wives ought to do,
Take
heed; there's a pattern in Town too for you.
Be you
but Alphonsos, and we
Perhaps Ianthes will be.
Men. Be you but Ianthes, and we
Alphonsos a while
will be.
Both. Let both sides begin then, rather than
neither;
Let's both joyn our hands, and both mend
together.
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First line: This cursed jealousy what is't
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), Fourth entry, p.33ff.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus of Wives.
1.
1.
This cursed Jealousie, what is't?
2. 'Tis Love
that has lost it self in a Mist.
3. 'Tis Love being
frighted out of his wits.
4. 'Tis Love that has a
Fever got;
Love that is violently hot;
But
troubled with cold and trembling fits.
'Tis yet a
more unnatural evil:
Chorus. 'Tis the God of Love,
'tis the God of Love, possest with a Devil.
2.
1. 'Tis rich corrupted Wine of Love;
Which
sharpest Vinegar does prove.
2. From all the sweet Flowers
which might Honey make,
It does a deadly Poyson bring.
3. Strange Serpent which it self doth sting!
4.
It never can sleep, and dreams still awake.
5. It stufs
up the Marriage-bed with thorns.
Chorus. It gores it
self, it gores it self, with imagin'd horns.
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First line: With a fine merry gale
Source Edition: The Siege of Rhodes (1658), Fifth entry, p.45ff.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 28 June 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1439:30 (1659); 709:27 (1663).
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Chorus of Souldiers.
1.
With a fine merry Gale,
Fit to fill ev'ry
Sail,
They did cut the smooth Sea
That our
skins they might flea:
Still as they Landed, we firkt
them with Sallies;
We did bang their silk Shashes,
Through Sands and through Plashes
Till amain they
did run to their Gallies.
2.
They
first were so mad
As they Jealousies had
That our Isle durst not stay,
But would float strait
away;
For they Landed still faster and faster:
And their old Bassa Pirrhus
Did think he could
fear us;
But himself sooner fear'd our Grand-Master.
3.
Then the hug'ous great Turk,
Came to make us more work;
With enow men to eat
All he meant to defeat;
Whose wonderfull worship
did confirm us
In the fear he would bide here
So long till he Dy'd here,
By the Castle he built
on Philermus.
4.
You began
the Assault
With a very long Hault;
And,
as haulting ye came,
So ye went off as lame;
And have left our Alphonso to scoff ye.
To himself, as
a Daintie,
He keeps his Ianthe;
VVhilst we
drink good VVine, and you drink but Coffee.
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First line: Where does proud Ambition dwell
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 2.1, pp.15-6.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[A Dialogue within sung in parts...
1
D. Where does proud Ambition dwell?
2 <D>.
In the lowest Rooms of Hell.
1 <D>. Of
the damn'd who leads the Host?
2 <D>.
He who did oppress the most.
1 <D>. Who
such Troops of damned brings?
2 <D>. Most
are led by fighting Kings.
Kings who did Crowns unjustly
get,
Here on burning Thrones are set.
Chor.
Kings who did Crowns, &c.
Ant. <spoken> Do you hear, Sir, how they lay our Crimes before us?
Gonz.
Do evil Spirits imitate the good,
In shewing men their
sins?
Alonz. But in a different way,
Those warn from doing, these unbraid 'em done.
<sung>
1 <D>. Who are the Pillars of Ambitions Court?
2 <D>. Grim Deaths and Scarlet Murthers it support.
1 <D>. What lyes beneath her feet? 2 <D>.
Her footsteps tread,
On Orphans tender breasts, and Brothers
dead.
1 <D>. Can Heaven permit such Crimes
should be
Rewarded with felicity?
2 <D>.
Oh no! uneasily their Crowns they wear,
And their own
guilt amidst their Guards they fear.
Cares when they
wake their minds unquiet keep,
And we in visions lord
it o're their sleep.
Cho. Oh no! uneasily their Crowns,
&c.
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First line: Say brother shall we bear these mortals hence
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 2.1, p.16.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter the two that sung <WDTT1 >, in the shape of Devils, placing themselves at two corners of the stage.
1. D. Say Brother, shall we bear
these mortals hence?
2. <D>. First let
us shew the shapes of their offence.
1. <D>.
We'll muster then their crimes on either side:
Appear!
appear! their first begotten, Pride. [Enter Pride.
Pride.
Lo! I am here, who led their hearts astray,
And to Ambition
did their minds betray. [Enter Fraud.
Fraud. And guileful
Fraud does next appear,
Their wandring steps who led,
When they from virtue fled,
And in my crooked paths
their course did steer. [Enter Rapine.
Rap. From Fraud
to Force they soon arrive,
Where Rapine did their actions
drive. [Enter Murther.
Murd. There long they cannot stay,
Down the deep precipice they run,
And to secure
what they have done,
To murder bend their way.
After which they fall into a round encompassing the Duke,&c. Singing.
Around, around, we pace
About
this cursed place,
Whilst thus we compass in
These mortals and their sin.
Dance.
[All the spirits vanish.
<NOTE: Given that "1" and "2" had sung the previous (and immediately preceeding) dialogue, it is likely that they continue to do so after arriving on stage. The reference to singing the final four lines suggests the continuation of a song>.
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First line: Come unto these yellow sands
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 2.1, pp.17-8.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: John Banister ( nwc)
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.203, n.715 [Music] Banister, John, The Ariels Songs in the Play call'd The Tempest, 1675, npn (UMI(2) 2198:17b).
Text of song:
Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel, invisible, playing and singing.
Ariel's Song.
Come
unto these yellow sands
And then take hands.
Curtsy'd when you have and kiss'd,
The wild waves
whist.
Foot it featly here and there, and sweet sprights
bear
the Burthen. [Burthen dispersedly
Hark!
hark! Bow-waugh; the watch-dogs bark,
Bow-waugh.
Ariel. Hark! hark! I hear the strain of strutting Chanticleer
Cry Cock a doodle do.
Ferd. Where should
this Musick be? i'th' Air, orth' Earth?
It
sounds no more, and sure it waits upon some God
O'th'
Island, sitting on a bank weeping against the Duke
My
Father's wrack. This musick hover'd o're me
On the waters, allaying both their fury and my passion
With charming Airs; thence I have follow'd it (or it
Hath drawn me rather) but 'tis gone;
No, it
begins again.
<NOTE: Barring variants in spelling this is a verbatim rendering of Shakespeare's song at 2.1 (1623, p.6)>.
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First line: Full fathoms five thy father lyes
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 2.1, p.18.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: Robert Johnson ( nwc)
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.225, n.1104 [Music] Wilson, John, Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, 1660, pp.6-7 (UMI(2) 44:10) and others.
Text of song:
Ariel. Song.
Full Fathoms five thy Father lyes,
Of his bones is Coral made:
Those are Pearls that
were his eyes,
Nothing of him that does fade,
But does suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich and
strange:
Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his <knell>,
Heark now I hear'em, Ding dong Bell. [Burthen, Ding dong.
Ferd. <spoken> The mournful Ditty mentions
my drown'd Father,
This is no mortal business, nor
a sound which the
Earth owns: I hear it now before me,
However I will on and follow it. [Ex. Ferd. and Ariel.
<NOTE: Excepting variants in spelling this is a verbatim rendition of Shakespeare's song at 2.1 (1623, p.6)>.
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First line: I shall no more to sea to sea
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 2.1, pp.20-1.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Trinc.
sings. I shall no more to Sea, to Sea,
Here I shall dye
ashore.
<spoken> This is a very scurvy tune
to sing at a man's funeral,
But here's my comfort.
[Drinks.
Sings. The Master, the Swabber, the Gunner,
and I,
The Surgeon, and his Mate,
Lov'd
Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd
for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Wou'd cry to a Saylor, go hang:
She lov'd not
the savour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Taylor might scratch
her where e're she did itch.
<spoken>
This is a scurvy Tune too, but here's my comfort agen.[Drinks.
<NOTE: This is an almost verbatim rendering of Shakespeare's song at 2.2 (1623, p.9), recorded as follows>.
Enter Stephano singing.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
This is a very
scuruy tune to sing at a mans
Funerall: well, here's
my comfort. Drinkes.
Sings. The Master, the Swabber,
the Boate-swaine & I;
The Gunner, and his Mate
Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
But none of vs car'd for Kate.
For she had a tongue
with a tang,
Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet
a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
Then
to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
This is a scuruy
tune too:
But here's my comfort. drinks.
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First line: Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 3.1, p.37.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: John Banister ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.214, n.897 [Music] Banister, John, The Ariels Songs in the Play call'd The Tempest, 1675, npn (UMI(2) 2198:17b).
Text of song:
[Musick.
<Alonz.> What! Harmony agen, my good friends, heark!
Anto.
I fear some other horrid apparition.
Give us kind Keepers,
Heaven I beseech thee!
Gonz. 'Tis chearful
Musick, this, unlike the first;
And seems as 'twere
meant t'unbend our cares,
And calm your troubled
thoughts.
Ariel invisible Sings.
Dry
those eyes which are o'reflowing,
All your storms
are over-blowing:
While you in this Isle are bideing,
You shall feast without providing:
Every dainty
you can think of,
Ev'ry Wine which you would drink
of,
Shall be yours; all want shall shun you,
Ceres blessing so is on you.
Alonz. This voice speaks comfort to us.
Ant. Wou'd 'twere
come; there is no Musick in a Song
To me, my stomack
being empty.
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First line: Go thy way [Why shouldst thou stay]
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 3.1, p.43.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: John Banister
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.228, n.1157 [Music] Banister, John, The Ariels Songs in the Play call'd The Tempest, 1675, npn (UMI(2) 2198:17b). Score unavailable to compiler.
Text of song:
Ferd. This must have more importance than an Eccho.
Some Spirit tempts to a precipice.
I'le try
if it will answer when I sing
My sorrows to the murmurs
of this Brook.
He sings. Go thy way.
Ariel. Go thy way.
Ferd. Why should'st thou stay?
Ariel. Why should'st thou stay?
Ferd. Where
the Winds whistle, and where the streams creep,
Under
yond Willow-tree, fain would I sleep.
Then let me alone,
For 'tis time to be gone.
Ariel. For 'tis
time to be gone.
Ferd. What cares or pleasures can be
in this Isle?
Within this desart place
There
lives no humane race;
Fate cannot frown here, nor kind
fortune smile.
Ariel. Kind Fortune smiles, and she
Has yet in store for thee
Some strange felicity.
Follow me, follow me,
And thou shalt see.
Ferd. <spoken> I'le take thy word for
once;
Lead on Musician.
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First line: We want music we want mirth
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 4.1, p.61.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Trinc. Now wou'd I lay greatness aside, and shake my heels, if I had but Musick.
Calib. O my Lord! my Mother left us in her Will a hundred Spirits to attend us, Devils of all forts, some great roaring Devils, and some little singing Sprights.
Syc. Shall we call? and thou shalt hear them in the Air.
Trinc. I accept the motion: let us have our Mother-in-Law's Legacy immediately.
Calib.
sings. We want Musick, we want Mirth,
Up Dam and cleave
the Earth,
We have now no Lords that wrong us,
Send thy merry Sprights among us. [Musick heard.
Trinc. What a merry Tyrant am I, to have my
Musick and pay nothing for't? come hands, hands,
Let's lose no time while the Devil's in the
Humour.
[A Dance.
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First line: Where the bee sucks there suck I
Source Edition: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), 5.1, p.81.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: John Wilson (also attributed to Robert Johnson and Pelham Humphrey)( nwc)
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.382, n.3849 [Music] Wilson, John, Select Ayres and Dialogues, 1659, p.96 (UMI(2) 970:7) and numerous others.
Text of song:
<Ariel> Sings. Where the Bee sucks there suck
I,
In a Cowslips Bell, I lye,
There I couch
when Owls do cry,
On the Swallows wing I flye
After Summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the Blossom that hangs on the Bough.
<NOTE: This is an almost verbatim rendering of Shakespeare's song at 5.1 (1623, p.17)>.
Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee sucks, there suck
I,
In a Cowslips bell, I lie,
There I cowch
when Owles doe crie,
On the Batts backe I doe flie
after Sommer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I
liue now,
Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.
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First line: Dear pretty youth unveil your eye[s]
Source: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), song not printed in play.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:37 (1670)
Author: Sir William Davenant, John Dryden and Thomas Shadwell (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: Henry Purcell ( nwc)
Performer/s: Miss Cross
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.209, n.821 [Music] Henry Playford, Deliciae Musicae...Third Book, 1696, pp.4-5 (UMI(2) 2094:10) and others.
Text of song:
Sung by Mis Cross to her Lover, who is supposed Dead.
Dear, Dear, pritty, pritty, pritty Youth,
<echoed>
Dear, pritty, pritty, pritty Youth,
Unvail, unvail your
Eye,
Unvail, unvail, your Eye;
How can you,
can you sleep,
How can you, can you sleep,
When I, when I am by?
When I, when I am by?
Were I with you all night to be,
Methinks I cou'd,
methinks I cou'd,
I cou'd from sleep be free,
Methinks I cou'd, methinks I cou'd
From
sleep, I cou'd from sleep be free.
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First line: Adieu to the pleasures and follies of love
Source: The Tempest; or The Enchanted Island (1667), song not printed in play.
First performed: 7 November 1667
UMI(2) reel no.: Not applicable
Author: Sir William Davenant and John Dryden (adaptation of William Shakespeare)
Composer: James Hart ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.163, n.11 [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres, songs and dialogues, 1676, p.73 (UMI(2) 946:27) and others. First appears in The Ariels Songs, 1675, p.4 (not on UMI(2)).
Text of song:
Dorinda Lamenting the loss of her Amintas.
<I.>
Adieu
to the Pleasures and Follies of Love;
For a Passion more
Noble my Fancy does move:
My Shepherd is Dead, and I
Live to proclaim,
In sorrowful Notes, my Amintas his
Name.
The Wood-Nymphs reply, when they hear me complain,
Thou never shalt see thy Amintas again:
For Death
has befriended him,
Fate has defended him;
None, none alive, is so happy a Swain.
II.
You Shepherds and Nymphs, that have danc't to his lays,
Come help me to sing forth Amintas his Praise;
No Swain for the Garland dar'st with him dispute,
So sweet were his Notes while he sang to his Lute:
Then
come to his Grave, and your kindness pursue,
To weave
him a Garland of Cypress, and Yew:
For Life hath forsaken
him,
Death hath o're-taken him;
No Swain
again will be ever so true.
III.
Then
leave me alone to my wretched Estate,
I lost him too
soon, and I lov'd him too late;
You Ecchoes, and
Fountains, my witnesses prove,
How deeply I sigh for
the loss of my Love:
And now of our Pan, whom we chiefly
adore,
That now I may go above,
And there
enjoy my Love;
Then, Then, I never will part with him
more.
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First line: You fiends and furies come along
Source Edition: The Unfortunate Lovers (1643), 5.1, pp.43-4.
First Performed: revived 19 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 179:3
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Heildebr. This sure is some preparative, although
The sound's not very amorous.
The Song to a horrid tune.
(1.)
You
Fiends and Furies come along,
With Iron Crow and massie
Prong;
Come, drag your shackles and draw neere,
To stirre a huge old Sea-coale Cake,
That in our
hollow hell did bake,
Many a thousand thousand yeere.
(2.)
In Sulhp'rous broth Tereus
hath boy'ld,
Basted with Brimstone, Tarquin hath
broy'ld
Long, long enough, then make more roome
Like smoakie flitches hang them by
Vpon our sootie
walls to drie,
A greater ravisher will come.
(3.)
If you want fire, fetch a supply,
From AEtna and Puteoli,
Yet stay a while, you need
not stirre,
Since if his glowing eyes shall chance,
To cast on Proserpine a glance,
He is so hot hee'll
ravish her.
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First line: Run to love's lottery run maids and rejoice
Source: The Unfortunate Lovers (1643), song not printed in play.
First Performed: revived 19 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 179:3
Author: Sir William Davenant
Composer: Alphonso Marsh ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.324, n.2838 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres (1673), pp.5-7 (UMI(2) 221:12) et al.
Text of song:
Run to Love's Lottery, run Maids
and rejoyce;
Whilst seeking your chance you meet your
own choice:
And boast that your luck you help with design,
By praying cross-legg'd to St. Valentine.
Hark,
hark, a Prize is drawn, and Trumpets sound,
Tan ta ra
ra ra, Tan ta ra ra ra, Tan ta ra ra ra,
Hark Maid, more
Lots are drawn; prizes abroad <abound?>,
Dub dub a dub a dub, the Drum not beats,
And Dub a sub
a dub Eccho repeats;
As if at Night the god of War had
made
Loves Queen a skirmish for a Serenade.
Hast, hast, fair Maids, and come away;
The Priest attends
your Bridegrooms stay:
Roses and Pinks will be strown
where you go,
Whilst I walk in shades of Willow, Willow.
When I am dead, let him that did slay me,
Be but
so good as kindly to lay me
There where neglected Lovers
mourn,
Where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn:
Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing;
Where sweetly
Bells at Burials ring.
My rose of Youth is gone;
With'red as soon as blown:
Lovers go ring my
Knell,
Beauty and Love farewell.
And lest
Virgins forsaken
Should perhaps <illegible--be?>
mistaken
In seeking my grave; alas, let them know
I lye near a shade of Willow, Willow:
I lye near
a shade of Willow, Willow.
<NOTE: Song is ascribed to this play by Day and Murrie>
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First line: Then Trojans wail with great remorse
Source Edition: The Wits (1636), 4.1, p.62
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 15 August 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 378:9 (1665)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Eld: Pallatine sings.
Eld. Pal. Then
Troyans waile with great remorse,
The Greekes are lock'd
i'th wooden horse!
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First line: With lanthorne on stall at trea trip we play
Source Edition: The Wits (1636), 5.1, p.74.
First performed: revived by Duke's Company, 15 August 1661 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 378:9 (1665)
Author: Sir William Davenant
Composer: Not recorded ( Simon Ives?) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie (p.391, n.3996). [Music and Lyrics] [Hilton, John], Catch that Catch can: or The Musical Companion...1667, sig.2N1v (UMI(2) 148:6).
Text of song:
Snor.
Come, neighbour Runlet! sighing payes no Rent
Though
the Land-Lady be in love! Sing out---
They sing a Catch in four Parts.
With Lanthorne on Stall;
at Trea Trip we play,
For Ale Cheese and Pudding, till
it be day:
And for our Breakfast (after long sitting)
Wee steale a Street Pig, o'th Constables getting.
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First line: Not the Phoenix in his death
Source Edition: The Queene of Arragon (1640), 2.1, sig.[I2v].
First performed: revived at court at LIF, 14 and 19 October 1668 (Danchin)
UMI(1) reel no.: 926:3 (1640)
Author: William Habington
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Queene. Some Musique there, my thoughts grow full of trouble,
Ile recollect them.
Clean. May it please you Madam
To heare a song presented me this morning.
Queen. Play any thing.
The Song in the second Act. <appended to the end of the text>
Not the Phoenix
in his death
Nor those banckes where violets grow,
And Arabian minds still blow,
Yeeld a perfume like
her breath.
But O! Marriage makes the spell:
And tis poyson if I smell.
The twin beauties of
the skies.
(When the halfe suncke saylors hast,
To rend saile and cut their mast)
Shine not welcome
as her eyes.
But those beames, then stormes more blacke,
If they point at me I wracke.
Then for feare
of such a fire,
Which kills worse than the long night
Which benumbs the Muscovite:
I must from my life
retire.
But O no! for if her eye
Warme me
not; I freeze, and dye.
During the Song, Enter Ascanio, Lerma, Sanmartino,&c.
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First line: Fine young folly though you wear
Source Edition: The Queene of Arragon (1640), 4.1, sig.[I2v-I3r].
First performed: revived at court at LIF, 14 and 19 October 1668 (Danchin)
UMI(1) reel no.: 926:3 (1640)
Author: William Habington
Composer: William Tompkins (elsewhere attributed to William Howes) ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.220, n.1008 [Music] John Playford, Select musicall ayres and dialogues, Bk. 3, 1653, p.33 (UMI(2) 798:4) and others.
Text of song:
San.<...>
Boy, sing those verses, were presented me
This morning.
Dwarf. I will creepe behind a bush,
And then
for voyce, vie with the Nightingale:
If seene I am so
bashfull.
Sanmar. Take your way.
Song
Without.
The Song in the fourth Act. <appended to the end of the text>
Fine young folly,
though you were
That faire beauty I did sweare,
Yet you neere could reach my heart.
For we Courtiers
learne at Schoole,
Onely we are sects to foole,
Y'are not worth the serious part.
When
I sigh and kisse your hand,
Crosse my Armes and wondring
stand:
Holding parley with your eye,
Then
delate on my desires,
Sweare the sunne nere shot such
fires,
All is but a handsome lye.
When I
eye your curle or Lace,
Gentle soule you thinke your
face
Streight some murder doth commit,
And
your virtue doth begin
To grow scrupilous of my sinne,
When I talke to shew my wit.
Therefore Madam
weare no cloud
Nor to checke my love grow proud,
For in sooth I much doe doubt
It is the powder
in your haire,
Not your breath perfumes the ayre,
And your Cloathes that sets you out.
Yet
though truth has this confest,
And I vow I love in Iest
When I next begin to Court
And protest an amorous
flame,
You will sweare I in earnest am:
Bedlam
this is pretty sport.
As the Song ends Enter Cleantha veil'd.
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First line: Rome's great commander Nero lately dead
Source Edition: The Jewes Tragedy (1662), 2.1, p.28.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 72:16
Author: William Hemings
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sound Musick, and enter a Dumb Shew...
Chorus.
Romes great Commander, Nero, lately dead,
Behold, now
good Vespatians aged head
Enjoyes the Diadem, conceive
him now
Ariv'd at Rome there with a solemn vow
Of bloody war, he raiseth fresh supply
to aid his
valiant son in Galile:
Ioseph is sent to Rome by Cesars
son,
there lives a captive till the wars begun
Against Ierusalem, mean time we pray
Let pleasing
musick charm the time away.
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First line: See those buildings where once thy glory liv'd in
Source Edition: The Jewes Tragedy (1662), 4.1, p.53.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 72:16
Author: William Hemings
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
A noise of still musick; and Enter the high Priest with attendants, Guards, and Quiresters: they sing. An Alter and Tapers set:
See those buildings where once thy glorie
liv'd in,
with heavenly essence:
See
how it droopeth, and how nakedly it looketh
Without thy
presence:
Hark how thy captive people mourn
With heavy moaning,
and grevious groaning,
For thy being absent,
And for the heathens scorn:
Because thy people are by thee forlorn.
See those
tapers, which once enflam'd those vapours
Of our
sweet Peace.
See those places, where we once injoy'd
those graces,
Which now do cease.
O See the
Altar whereas we
Enjoy'd those blisses,
With heavenly kisses
From thy free love,
And from thy Clemency:
Whilst we did sing to thee mellodiously:
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First line: Weep O weep mine eyes a flood of tears
Source Edition: The Jewes Tragedy (1662), 4.1, p.54.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 72:16
Author: William Hemings
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Musick, and the Lady Miriam Sings In her Chamber.
Hark---hark---give ear a while and listen.
when
the Musick has plaid a while she Sings.
The Song.
Weep, O weep, mine eyes, a flood of tears:
Break, O break, my heart, with endless feares:
Fly hence,
fly hence, my soul, from such sad grief;
Fly hence to
heaven, and beg for some relief;
Then weeping sing, and
singing weep to see
Such pretious comfort in thy misery.
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First line: From the infernal kingdom we
Source Edition: The Jewes Tragedy (1662), 4.1, p.58.
First performed: Unacted?
UMI(2) reel no.: 72:16
Author: William Hemings
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Persiphone with the three furies, they Circle him about, and Persiphone Sings.
From the infernal
Kingdom wee
Come to read thy destinie:
Know
thy hands imbru'd in blood
Must be bath'd in
Stigian flood:
Mortall thou art damn'd for this
Down, down, down, down, down,
Down, down, down,
down, down,
Down, to the deep Abyss.
Endless
shall thy torment be;
Horrour, plague and miserie
Shall afflict thy sooty soul,
Whilst the tortur'd
spirits howl,
Banisht from eternall bliss
Down, down, &c.
Freezing cold and scorching
fires
Shal reward thy foul desires.
Loss
of heaven shall vex thee too
More then fire and frost
can do:
Whilst the furious Snakes shall hiss
Down, down, &c.
Not a thousand ages shall
Expiate thy bitter thrall?
Not a flood of tears
asswage
Ought of thy enflamed rage
This thy
doome for deeds amiss
Down, down, &c.
Musick to thy meat shall be,
Damned fiends shal
laugh at thee;
Laugh to scorn thy griping pain,
Laugh to hear thee curse in vain
Curse thine endless
miseries.
Down, down &c.
Ho, ho,
ho, ho, ho, ho.
Laugh all and Exeunt.
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First line: That divine form which thus deludes thy sense
Source Edition: The Roman Empress (1670), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: c.August 1670.
UMI(2) reel no.: 637:12
Author: William Joyner
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Flor. I grant this; did not fame
Paint out th'
original substance of this shadow
Above what fancy comprehends;
Eumolpus
Has on this subject made a Song, wherein
He'has toucht the proper string of my affection,
With commendation of his friend the Painter.
Boy,
lets see it, go now, and sing it.
SONG.
That divine form which thus deludes thy sense,
And holds thee gazing in a strange suspence,
The creature
only is of Sanga's art;
Yet from these eyes love
does his fires dart.
To them a lively speech his fav'ring
hand
(Which to the tongue he never would impart)
Has giv'n like Sirens to betray thy heart.
Ah flye then! 'tis too late; thou hast thy wound,
And there dost panting lye upon the ground.
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First line: Come come thou glorious object of my sight
Source Edition: Ormasdes, or Love and Friendship (1664), 5.1, pp.88-90.
First performed: Unacted?-licensed 23 August 1664. Danchin suggests that it was probably acted "some time in the season preceding its licensing".
UMI(2) reel no.: 1125:24 ('Three Plays')
Author: Sir William Killigrew
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.203, n.714.[Music] Henry Lawes, Ayres and Dialogues, First Book, 1653, pp.30-1 (UMI(2) 461:33) et alia.
Text of song:
Phill. Let the Boy only stay, and sing the Song I like.
The SONG.
Come,
come, thou glorious object of my sight,
Oh my Joy! my
Life, my only Delight!
May this glad minute be
Blest to Eternitie.
See how the glimmering
Tapors of the Skie
Do gaze, and wonder at our Constancy;
How they crowd to behold!
What our armes Do infold!
How all do envy our Felicities!
And grudge
the Triumphs of Selindras eyes.
How Cynthia seeks to
shroud
Her Cressent, in you Cloud!
Where
sad Night puts her sable mantle on,
Thy light mistaking,
hasteth to begon;
Her Gloomy shades give way,
As at the approach of day;
And all the Planets
shrink, in doubt to be
Eclipsed by a brighter deity.
Look, Oh look!
How the small
Lights
do fall,
And Adore,
What before
The heavens have not show'n!
Nor their god-heads
known:
Such a faith!
Such a Love!
As may move
Mighty Jove
From above
To descend; and remain,
Amongst Mortals again.
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First line: Cloris we see the offended gods
Source Edition: Selindra (1662), 2.1, pp.24-5.
First performed: 3 March 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 1125:24 (1665)
Author: Sir William Killigrew
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ordel. <...> good Selindra Entertain him in my Chamber, with Cleonells last Melancholly Song, I like so well.
Phillocles and Selindra sit within the Scene.
The Song.
Cloris we see the offended
Gods,
At first do shew, and shake their Rodds,
That they may rather threat, then strike,
So
we forgoe, what they dislike:
These faulty streams, shall
flow no more
Above their banks as heretofore;
Nor swelling tempest from my breast,
Henceforth thy Virgin
cares molest;
All shall be fashion'd to thy will,
So thou wilt let me Love thee still;
My Lips shall
not a word let go,
That may offend to tell thee so;
But to dissemble, or deny
That I do Love thee were
a lye
Would stain my soul, 'twill prove a spot,
To look as if I Lov'd thee not.
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First line: Come thou glorious object of my sight
Source: Selindra (1662), song not printed in the play.
First performed: 3 March 1662
UMI(2) reel no.: 1125:24
Author: Sir William Killigrew
Composer: Henry Lawes ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.203, n.714 [Music] Select Ayres and Dialogues... Second Book (1669), pp.22-3 (UMI(2) 286:22) et al. First appeared in Ayres and Dialogues...Part One (1653), pp.30-1 (misno. pp.28-9)--not on microfilm.
Text of song:
Come
come, thou glorious object of my sight:
O my Joy, my
Life, my only Delight!
May this glad Minute be blest
to Eternitie.
See how the glim'ring Tapers of the
Sky
Do gaze and wonder at our Constancy:
How they croud to behold what our Arms do unfold!
How
all do envy our Felicities,
And grudge the Triumph of
Selindras Eyes!
How Cynthia seeks to shroud her Crescent
in yon Cloud,
Where sad Night puts her sable Mantle on
thy Light;
Mistaking hasteth to be gone,
Her gloomy Shades give way as at th'approach of Day,
And all the Planets shrink for fear
To be eclips'd
by a brighter Deitie.
Look, O look, how the small Lights
do fall
And adore what before the Heavens have not shown,
Nor their godhead known.
Such a Faith, such a Love
as may move Mighty Jove from above
To descend and remain
amongst Mortals again.
<NOTE: Song is ascribed to this play in Day and Murrie>.
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First line: The sun and stars with wholesome rays
Source Edition: The Imperial Tragedy (1669), 2.1, p.12.
First performed: "Nursery in Barbican (?)" 1668-9?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 460:14 (1669)
Author: Sir William Killigrew? (adaptation of Simons' "Zeno")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
He <Music.> playes a sad tune: Longinus sits, and keeps time with his head and feet; and then sleeps while he <Music.> sings.
The SONG.
The Sun, and Starrs, with wholesome
Rays,
All poison from the Earth expel:
But
when Malignant Comets Raign;
Warr, Plague, and Famine
break from Hell.
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First line: Great champion of the church your prayers are heard
Source Edition: The Imperial Tragedy (1669), 4.1, pp.32-3.
First performed: "Nursery in Barbican (?)" 1668-9?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 460:14 (1669)
Author: Sir William Killigrew? (adaptation of Simons' "Zeno")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[Two Angels descend, with a Choire of Angels behind them singing thus.
First
Angel. Great Champion of the Church, your prayers are heard,
And for your head a glorious Crown's prepar'd:
Go on, fear not the rage of Tyrants words,
Nor
tremble at the sight of naked Swords.
Second Angel.
Let not your virtue doubt, Heav'n will assist:
Those
minutes, that you loose will not be mist.
When you shall
see the glory where you go;
You will rejoyce, that you
were Murder'd so.
Chorus. For now you will,
as guilty, be drawn hence;
And soon be slain, in spight
of Innocence;
Then a Choire of Angels, shall to Heav'n
bring
Your soul; and, as you do ascend, Shall sing,
Shall sing, shall sing, shall sing, &c.
The Angels ascended; Pelagius continues in his Trance.
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First line: The gods this noble liquor made
Source Edition: The Imperial Tragedy (1669), 5.1, p.44.
First performed: "Nursery in Barbican (?)" 1668-9?(Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 460:14 (1669)
Author: Sir William Killigrew? (adaptation of Simons' "Zeno")
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
BACCHUS his SONG.
The Gods this noble Liquor made,
Mens melancholy
hearts to aid;
To make you frolick, and set free
From cares and fears Captivity.
We, who with Liquid
weapons fight,
T'imbrace, and hug, is our delight.
When I the strongest do subdue,
Fresh cups,
our friendship does renew.
Ere we depart, the Victor
still
Submits unto the Captives will;
And
a new Battle by consent
Appointed is, in complement.
Chorus.
This Liquor of life invites
us to sing,
This cheers the heart of the Begger, and
King.
Then toss off your Bowls, and merrily tell,
How Bacchus his slaves do Monarchs excel.
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First line: Thou which they say canst with facility
Source Edition: The Amourous Fantasme (1660), 3.1, pp.49-50.
First performed: 1660? ('Acted at Court'--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1836:1 et al.
Author: Sir William Lower
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Climene alone.
Stanzas.
Thou
which they say canst with facilitie
Act what includes
impossibilitie,
Blind Guide, false Child which canst
have no pretence
At all unto the state of innocence,
Tyrant of hearts, Love, wich hast boasted still
That Death submitts unto thy power and will.
Make her
to know that she inuades thy right
In robbing my Fabritio
of the light
And cause him to returne againe, or give
Me passeport the Shades where he doth live.
The
sweetest objects that now strike mine eyes,
Encrease
the number of my miseries,
The Sunne tells me Fabritio's
but a shade,
The Lillies at his losse look black and
fade,
Those Rose, Queen of the flowers, seemes to be
Stain'd with my Lovers blood, and weepes with me.
Deare Lover, thou sad object of my cries,
Whose
image still dwells in my heart and eyes,
Reproach me
not that I live yet to mourne,
After thy ashes sleep
in their cold vrne,
Death without doubt ere now had joyned
me
To thy sad shadovv, if I could agree
That
thou shouldst dye within my heart, oh no
I cannot leave
th'y adored Image goe.
Thy cruell Rivall when he
murthered thee
In his conceit, mistook, and murthered
me:
His furie was deceiv'd, not satisfied,
In cutting of thy dayes, Climene dyed,
The Duke
betrayd his vowes, for I expire
In thy cold ashes, Thou
liv'st in my fire.
<The following line is clearly differentiated from the preceding ones, and is not in italics>
Climene. What's that I say, Thou livest in my fire...
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First line: Ye citizens of London [That will have gallant wives]
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 1.3, pp.7-8.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: See Simpson, pp.768-9 ("You Gentle men of England")
Text of song:
Rais. Pshu, Pox, if we Marry Gentlewomen, they'l play us Gentlewomens Tricks; we Citizens marry them for Love, and they take us for Interest: I wonder at the Impudence of any Tradesman, to think to keep a Gentlewoman to himself.
SINGS.
Ye Citizens of London,
That will have Gallant Wives,
Ye never would be
undone,
If you'd Marry Dames in Quoives.
But Gentlewomens Tales
Have got the Itch of Loving,
And when the Fancy once Prevails,
Their Buttocks
will be Moving.
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First line: The son's reconcil'd and the father is free
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 1.3, pp.12-3.
First performed: April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Rais. Pray do, my Lord, and we four will sing a Whim ex tempore. Eat an Oyster before Dinner, and take a whet.
L. Wor. Away with it.
Rais. SINGS.
The Son's reconcil'd, and the Father is free;
Sasa. The Husband's at home, and the Wife is abroad;
Y. Rev. We'll empty the Cellar, and drink it quite dry;
Sir Tho. But every man here shall have his full load.
Rais. Confusion to him that's not true to his Friend,
Sasa. And hang the dull Rogue that shrinks from his Wine,
Y. Rev. May all hard hearted Parents and Usurers mend,
Sir Tho. And may Sons at their Fathers never repine.
Rais. May all these good Wishes encrease with our Riches,
But a Pox take all Wives that e're wore the Breeches.
Chorus. May all, &c. [Exeunt.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 2.3, p.22.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Rais. I think I ought to go first, as being the only Married Person among you: Besides, as I'm a Cuckold, I'm a single Man in this Company. Fidlers, Play Buffcoat, la, la, la.
Flor. Well said, Mr. Raison---Madam, bear up, your Husband's good Company.
[To Mrs. Rais.
Mrs. Rais. What means this Devil?
Sir Tho. Come, away with it, la, la, la.
[Exeunt Singing, and the Musick Playing.
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First line: There's nothing like a brimmer [To make the heart full glad]
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 3.2, p.29.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
SCENE continues the Park.
Enter Sir Tho. Reveller, Raison, Sasaph. Drunk, Singing; with Musick, and Servants with Wine.
All Sing. There's nothing like
a Brimmer,
To make the Heart full glad;
It
chears the Soul,
Inspires all,
The Drunk
are never sad.
Rais. Sir Thomas, let's out-roar Thunder, be Lewder than Atheists, out-Swear a Gamester at the loss of his last Stake, out-drink a Cook i'th' Dog-days, be Saucyer than kept Whores to their Cullys, and Prouder than Constables at midnight.
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First line: There's nothing like a brimmer (reprise)
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 3.2, p.30.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir. Tho. Let's go and disturb the dog, and drown him in pint Glasses.
Sas. Agreed, agreed. Play Cats-guts and Rossen.
(Exeunt Singing) There's nothing like a Brimmer.
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First line: A pox of the rogue that sneaks from his wine
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 3.3, p.30.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
[A noise of Musick, Sir Tho. and the rest singing without.<presumably singing the song below>
Enter Servant.
Mrs. Rais. Heav'ns, what noise is that? 'Tis your Father's Voice, and my Monsters <...>
Enter Sir Tho. Reveller, Sas. Rais. Musick, Servants with Wine, &c.
Sir Tho. Sings. A Pox of the
Rogue that sneaks from his Wine,
And runs to a Daggle-tayl'd
Whore;
May Nature be drowzy, and bawlk his design,
Or may he ne're drink any more.
How now, Rogue, how now Sculker, what leave your old Dad for a Whore? I never serv'd your Grandfather so, Sirrah.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 4.2, p.36.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Boun. I, Damme I'le wait for no man. [Exit singing.
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First line: At Westminster a sight was known
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 4.2, p.37.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Tune (if traditional): King's Jig
Source/s of Music: Song may be based on "At Winchester was a Wedding", in Several New Songs by Thomas D'Urfey (1684), pp.2-4 (UMI(2) 490:16) et alia.
Text of song:
Sr. Tho. Ha! George good boy George, oh Pretty George.
Sings
[At Westminster a sight was Known,
The Like
was never heard,
A Judge that never wore a Gown,
And a Bishop without a Beard.
Oh Rare George---why Sirra, you Cursed Villain, what do you think will become of your Soul, Sirra, to stand in such a Lye to your own Father, and lay your Sins upon the Church you Dog, as if they had not enough to answer for of their own:
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Greenwich-Park (1691), 4.4, p.46.
First performed: Mid-April 1691 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:1
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Y. Rev. Cunning and sweetly hinted; pluck up a spirit you Dog, take 'tother-Bumper and be saucy.
Dor. Sing the Scotch Song I love so.
[Song.
Now Sir, if you please we'l retire to another Apartment, for this is litter'd.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, made into a Farce. With the Humours of Harlequin and Scaramouche (1686), 1.1, p.5.
First performed: October/November 1686 (H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1489:18 (1697)
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Faust. <...> O yes, I see it plain, even here
is writ
Homo fuge; yet shall not Faustus fly,
I'll call up something to delight his Mind.
[Song. Mephostopholis waves his Wand. Enter several Devils, who present Crowns to Faustus, and after a Dance vanish.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Life and Death of Doctor Faustus, made into a Farce. With the Humours of Harlequin and Scaramouche (1686), 3.1, p.26.
First performed: October/November 1686 (H/S)
UMI(2) reel no.: 1489:18 (1697)
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Scene changes to Hell.
Faustus Limbs come together. A Dance, and Song.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Female Wits; or, The Triumvirate of Poets at Rehearsal (1696), 1.2, pp.16-7.
First performed: September 1696 (H&S)
Author: Anonymous (W.M. )
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mrs. Wellf. <...> Try to prevail with that Fair Lady to give us her New Dialogue.
Prais. What, my Angel?
Mrs. Wellf. Mrs. Cross, I mean.
Prais. There is no other she, Madam.
Mrs. Cross. Sir!
Prais. Will you be so good, to charm our Ears, and feast our Eyes; let us see and hear you in Perfection.
Mrs. Cross. This Complement is a Note above Ela. If Marsilia shou'd catch me anticipating her Song, she'd chide sadly.
Mrs. Wellf. Oh, we'll watch. I'll call Mr. Leveridge.
SONG by Mrs. Cross.--A Dialogue.
Prais. Thank you Ten thousand times, my Dear.
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First line: With a trip and a gim
Source Edition: The Female Wits; or, The Triumvirate of Poets at Rehearsal (1696), 1.2, p.16-7.
First performed: September 1696 (H&S)
Author: Anonymous (W.M. )
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Prais. I'll warrant ye my little Lucas.
SINGS.
With
a Trip and a Gim,
And a Whey and a Jerk
at
Parting.
Where art thou, my little Girl?
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Female Wits; or, The Triumvirate of Poets at Rehearsal (1696), 3.1, p.46.
First performed: September 1696 (H&S)
Author: Anonymous (W.M. )
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Fastin to his Attendants.) Guard the Orange Grove; there let Isabella remain a Prisoner, whilst I entertain the fair Clemene with a Song and Dances here.
(Italian Song by Mr. Pate.)
Mat. This Song's my own; and I think soft and moving.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Female Wits; or, The Triumvirate of Poets at Rehearsal (1696), 3.[3], p.64.
First performed: September 1696 (H&S)
Author: Anonymous (W.M. )
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mar. Pray now, my Lord, be pleas'd to suppose this is the Emperor's VVedding-day. Musick and the Dance.
Dance upon all Four.
SONG.
<speaks> What's the whispering for?
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First line: Lucinda close or veil your eye
Source Edition: The Injur'd Lovers: or, the Ambitious Father (1688), 1.1, p.1.
First performed: 6 February 1688 (H/S) February 1688 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:2
Author: William Mountfort
Composer: Giovanni Battista Draghi ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.285, n.2139 [Music] Playford, Henry, Banquet of Musick...Second Book (1688), pp.24-5 (UMI(2) 1510:32) et al.
Text of song:
Discovers the King lying on a Couch; After a Song he Rises.
I.
Lucinda Close or Veil your Eye,
Where thousand
Loves in Ambush lye;
Where Darts are Pointed with such
Skill,
They're sure to Hurt, if not to Kill.
Let Pity move thee to seem Blind,
Lest Seeing,
thou destroy Mankind.
II.
Lucinda
hide that swelling Breast,
The Phoenix else will change
her Nest:
Yet do not, for, when She Expires,
Her heat may light in the soft Fires
Of Love and Pity,
so that I
By this one Way may thee Enjoy.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: The Injur'd Lovers: or, the Ambitious Father (1688), 5.3, p.66.
First performed: 6 February 1688 (H/S) February 1688 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 611:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
King. Souls banish'd Heaven, could not be better pleas'd
To be call'd back again:
Some Musick there
to humour this sweet Softness.
[A Song.
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First line: Sweet nymph if that you are at leisure
Source Edition: The Successfull Straingers (1690), 4.3 pp.41-2.
First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 363:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
San. <...> Enamour her first with my Graces,
and then
My Person will appear more lovely. [Sings.
Sweet Nimph, if that you are at Leisure
To hear
a Swains misfortune,
You of my heart have made a seizure,
And yours I do Importune:
Oh let it, let it not
be said,
A Man of Comely feature
Should be
slighted by a scornfull Maid,
So become a wretched Creature.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Signior you shall not find me so hard-hearted
Source Edition: The Successfull Straingers (1690), 4.3, p.42.
First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 363:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>
Far. As I hope to be honest his Organ
is delicious,
He shall hear the Excellence of mine: [Sings.
Signior, you shall not find me so hard-hearted
To scorn the offers of a Love so true,
But since a flame
so Generous you've started,
Take me, and I'le
take you;
All I am Mistriss of I give
My
heart's fully resign'd
A blushing Virgin then
receive
And prethee work me to thy mind.
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First line: Come ye inhabitants of heaven [Conduct me to my love]
Source Edition: The Successfull Straingers (1690), 4.4, p.44.
First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 363:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bia. Heav'n! I have a Song of Heav'n. [Sings.
Come, come, ye Inhabitants of Heaven
Conduct
me to my Love,
Where by the Gods we may be given,
Where nothing can our Joys remove:
I mount, I fly,
my Rosy Wings
Expand and Cut the yielding Air,
Each little Cherubin my Welcome Sings,
And Fathers
cannot hurt us there.
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First line: Oh lovely virgin look down
Source Edition: The Successfull Straingers (1690), 5.1, p.51.
First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 363:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sil. I have sufficient reason to believe it;
And what you have told me of Don Carlos,
Relating to
the Daughter of Don Pedro,
Together with his bless'd
recovery,
Creates in me a double Joy. [Sings here.]
SONG.
Oh! Lovely Virgin, Look down
And view, a Slave impatient of thy Sight;
Behold
a Wretch by thee undone,
Whose Heart is all thy own.
Oh! Guide him in this starless Night,
And let thy
Eyes create new Light.
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First line: May the eyes of my mistress everlastingly flourish
Source Edition: The Successfull Straingers (1690), 5.1, p.52.
First performed: January 1690 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 363:2
Author: William Mountfort
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Count. Come, come, place your selves ready, and take care your Simphany's and Retournels, and your what de Callums, come in good time; Come strike, strike the key there. [Sings.
May the Eyes of my Mistress everlastingly flourish
And my constant Affection I hope they will nourish;
For if my Amour Dorothea don't cherish,
By the Lord
I am likely, most likely to perish.
Gad this don't do I believe, I am whorse, and she don't hear my Musick.
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First line: Toll loll loll
Source Edition: Love Without Interest, or, The Man Too Hard for the Master (1699), 2.1, p.13.
First Performed: April 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 395:13
Author: William Penkethman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
An Entertainment of Musick. A Sonato.
Fick. Sweetly tweedled, I'faith. Now for a Song.
Jon. Aside.] A Song! Oh my Guts.
<Dialogue relating to song continues at some length>
Fick. <...> Come, tune your Trebles. [In a Base Voice. Toll, loll, loll.
<NOTE: Next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: She that marries an old man let this be her care
Source Edition: Love Without Interest, or, The Man Too Hard for the Master (1699), 2.1, p.13.
First Performed: April 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 395:13
Author: William Penkethman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Wild. For the Honour of the City let's hear it---
SONG.
<1.>
She that marries an Old Man, let this be her Care,
At Home as she can, but Abroad well to fare:
For
at Home tho she chance to be but meanly blest,
Yet Abroad
she may find how to make up the rest.
2.
If the Cuckold grow Jealous, let her ne're be dismay'd,
But feign an Affection, that Passion is laid;
With
him let her toy, kiss, chuck, play the Fool;
The Receipt
is approv'd by the best Modern School.
3.
If he still be perverse, and begin to contest,
Let her know that a surer yet lies in her Breast:
So
sure, it ne'er fail'd yet to give present Ease;
But kill him with Kindness, then do as you please.
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First line: And when I was a little boy
Source Edition: Love Without Interest, or, The Man Too Hard for the Master (1699), 4.4, p.26.
First Performed: April 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 395:13
Author: William Penkethman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
(Jon pulls out several Papers, flings 'em by slightly, while he sings.)
And when I was a little Boy I
wash'd my Mother's Dishes,
I put my Fingers in
the Pail, and pull'd out little Fishes.
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First line: Hope thou friend to the distressed
Source Edition: Love Without Interest, or, The Man Too Hard for the Master (1699), 5.1, p.33.
First Performed: April 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 395:13
Author: William Penkethman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Let. <...> Here, (Enter Singer) sing the Song my Sister made t'other Day.
SONG.
(I.)
Hope, thou Friend to the Distressed,
Kind Reviver of the Mind;
None that Hopes, can
be oppressed:
Tho' Fortune frowns, thou'rt ever
kind.
(2.)
Hope, thou sov'reign
Ease to Grief,
Bless'd Encreaser of our Joy,
Thou shouldst have Proof, thou best Relief,
'Gainst
what would my Love destroy.
(3.)
Welcome
Hope, Adieu Despair,
The tott'ring Wheel at last
will turn;
Tho' I languish for my Dear,
I'll not consume, but ever burn.
Twice.] Tho'
I languish, &c.
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First line: Why so cruel to your lover
Source Edition: Love Without Interest, or, The Man Too Hard for the Master (1699), 5.1, pp.39-40.
First Performed: April 1699 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 395:13
Author: William Penkethman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Tru. Mean time, if you please, I'll entertain you with a Song I lately compos'd, which is both instructive, and suitable to this present occasion. Here [Enter two Musicians] here, sing this.
Fickle. By all means come; one Hawk, two Hums, and start fair.
[Whilst the Song is a Singing, Enter Jon and Jenny.]
A SONG.
To be Sung betwixt a Man and a Woman.
Man. Why so cruel to
your Lover?
Oh, the hidden Cause declare!
Wom. 'Twould be more cruel to discover
What must
bring you to Dispair
Men, like Salvage Beast's, Love
ranging,
Here to day, and there at night;
All our Fears are in your changing
That your darling
cheif Delight
Ambo. All our Fears, &c.
Man. But so fresh a blooming Pasture
Me for ever
will enclose;
You need fear no such Disaster
When I change, I'm sure to lose.
He for ever will
be kind,
Who in Love his profit finds.
Ambo.
He for ever, &c.
Wom. But when Envious Age at
last
Has made all my Beauties bare;
Then,
like Land, that lies at wast,
You'll not judge me
worth your Care.
No man thinks that worth his Pains,
Where's all Labour and no Gains.
Ambo. No man
thinks, &c.
Man. To convince you I'll be
kind,
I love where Time has no Controul,
'Tis
the Beauty of your Mind
That has Charm'd my doating
Soul:
As frail Beauty does decline,
Worth
and Virtue briter shine.
Ambo. As frail Beauty, &c.
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First line: La la la la
Source Edition: St. Stephen's Green, or The Generous Lovers (1699-1700), 2.1, p.19.
First Performed: 1699-1700
UMI(2) reel no.: 472:16
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Vain. Oh Lard, Sir, is that all! how dull was I that I did not understand you! I protest, dear Sir, you had reason to take it ill, that I shou'd be so tedious in Gratifying you. I learn'd a New Minuet yesterday; and tho' the place be not so proper, yet to shew how earnest I am to oblige you. La, La, La, La.
(Sings and Dances.)
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First line: You Bellamira we admire
Source Edition: St. Stephen's Green, or The Generous Lovers (1699-1700), 5.2, pp.71-3.
First Performed: 1699-1700
UMI(2) reel no.: 472:16
Author: William Philips
Composer: Set by Richard Leveridge but music not extant (?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Sir Fr. <...> I have sent for some Musick to Entertain you; Desire them to walk in, and show their Art.
A Dialogue.
Set by Mr. LEVERIDGE.
He, You Bellamira we Admire,
Which pleases you, tho' ill you use us;
You
wou'd taste Joys, which we desire,
And Punish both,
when you refuse us.
She, Those Joys I'd keep
as well as taste,
But both by yielding are destroy'd;
For Men are ever in such haste,
E're we have
tasted, they are cloy'd.
He, All Humane Things
their Crisis have,
To which arriv'd, they fade away;
So long for Love you make us crave,
E're you
Consent, our flames decay.
She, On what strange
Diet Lovers Live!
On hopes the Fair may be enjoy'd;
Love even can Despair survive,
But is by nourishment
destroy'd.
He, Insatiate! I'd my Love
repeat,
Only to breathing time agree;
Because
I cannot always Eat,
Will you both Starve your self and
me.
She, I grieve Philander to deny,
And yet I loose you if I grant;
Not I alone can Satisfy,
Without Variety you want.
He, Each Part
Variety affords,
Your Hand, your Eyes, your Lips, your
Breast;
Believe this Kiss, if not my Words,
For Love by Action's best exprest.
Chorus.
He, Believe this Kiss, if not my Words,
For
Love by Action's best exprest.
She, That I'll
believe, tho' not your Words,
For Love by Action's
best exprest.
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First line: No more Aminta say you love
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 1.1, p.6.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Composer: Nicola Matteis ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.295, n.2327 [Music] A Collection of New Songs by Mr. Nicola...Second Book (1699), ff.1-2 (UMI(2) 1210:16)
Text of song:
Alma. The best Answer I can give to that, is the Song I made on you.
Flo. You will oblige me, by letting me hear it again.
Almachild Sings.
I.
No more, Aminta,
say you love,
Or I'm the object of your mind;
While still you fear, and disapprove
To do, what
will declare you kind.
Fill'd with suspicious thoughts,
my heart must be,
Till with your words, I find your Acts
agree.
II.
Ah! Can you hear
me thus complain,
And see me rack'd with fierce desires,
Yet will do nought to ease my pain,
Nor will fulfill
what Love requires?
If Truth you spoke, you'd not
thus Cruel prove,
You may pretend, but cannot hide your
love.
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First line: To arms the god of war commands to arms
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 3.1, pp.17-8.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Alb. <...> Fill me agen;
Then
let the Musick that's prepar'd, begin. [Drinks.
[And then Enter Mars, attended by Warriors.]
Mars Sings, Entring.
I.
To Arms,
the God of War commands to Arms:
Heark how the lofty
Noise of Battel charms!
Fearless, into the thickest Hazards
run:
Death's to be sought, where Glory's to be
won.
II.
Who's he, has
Courage to express his Fear,
Or dare a Coward seem, when
I appear:
While such I fright to Danger's disregard,
Honour's the Brave Man's Motive and Reward.
Chorus. See how we appear at thy dread Voice,
Prepar'd to conquer, or to die:
In Victory we do
rejoice,
Or pleas'd in Honour's Bed to lie.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Unmov'd our army bears the foe's attack
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 3.1, p.18.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
I.
Mars. Unmov'd,
our Army bears the Foes Attack;
See with what Vigour
now, they force them back:
The Brave, like th'Innocent,
no Danger dread;
Follow resolv'd, where Fame and
Vertue lead.
II.
Timorous Wretches
meanly do survive;
In Horrour, and in fear of Death,
they live:
While the Bold Man freely resigns his Breath;
Undaunted dies, without the fear of Death.
Chorus.
Now, now we triumph o'er the Plain,
Joy, our Hearts
so much distends:
We've not leisure to mourn the
Slain,
The Living grow much dearer Friends.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Do not your youth thus misemploy
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 3.1, p.18.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
[Enter a Troop of Virgins, one of them Singing.]
I.
Do not your
Youth thus Misemploy;
Let me possess your vig'rous
Prime:
For Youth alone can give me Joy,;
You're fit for War, tho' old as Time.
II.
If Death you seek, then let me reign,
To be
alone Votaries:
For he who Loves, thinks Life a Pain,
And with Excess of Pleasure dies.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: No more of war or whining love
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 3.1, p.18.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
[Enter Bacchus attended, &c. He Sings, Entring.]
No more of War, or whining
Love;
I come, your Empires to remove:
To
me, your boasted Palms resign,
To me, the mighty God
of Wine.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: The toil of life will soon be done
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 3.1, pp.18-9.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
[A Drinking SONG.]
I.
The Toil of Life will soon be done;
Perhaps,
before next Rising Sun:
Tho' it, by chance, should
longer last,
It will with Sorrows be o'ercast:
Life is uncertain, Ills are sure,
They will come,
should that endure;
But Drinking, all our Griefs will
cure.
Then let this Glass end all our fruitless Care;
We'll Drink, till there's no room left for Despair.
II.
It's not Time, that gives the
Blessing,
But 'tis wisely Time possessing;
Therefore nought past, shall torment us;
Whate're's
to come, shall content us:
Nay, it the present Bliss
destroys,
Should we reflect on absent Joys;
'Tis
this alone our Thoughts employs.
We slight the Bottle,
whilst in Caelia's Arms;
But when we Drink, Caelia
has then no Charms.
Alb. So, 'tis enough; Be gone, and leave us now.
Aist. I hate these low effeminating Sounds <...>
<dialogue relating to the songs continues at some length>
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First line: Oh love how mighty are thy joys
Source Edition: The Revengeful Queen (1698), 5.1, pp.40-1.
First Performed: June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 364:10
Author: William Philips
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Rosa. These sad thoughts, Musick and Love shall banish,
Retire with me to my Alcove, and try their Force.
Alm. Lead on, and dispose of me as you please,
But much I fear, there can no Art be found
To heal my
Minds envenom'd desperate Wound. Exeunt.
SONG.
I.
Oh Love how mighty are thy Joys!
Who can bear th'Extasy,
Joy so great my Life
destroys,
In Rapture now I dye.
II.
But that I ever might partake
Of such transporting
Bliss,
I wou'd in t'other World awake,
As I expire in this.
After the Song is ended, the Scene draws and discovers Rosamund and Almachild sitting, she with a Cup in her hand.
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First line: There was a nobleman of Spain lady
Source Edition: All's Lost by Lust (1633), 3.1, sig.F3r.
First Performed: revived 23 March 1661 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 1152:24
Author: William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ant. By no meanes sweet, I'le send for thee
With more harmonious musique.
Dio. Indeed I must.
Ant. Come, come, indeed you shall not.
Laz. He wonnot off Sir.
Ant. A mischiefe carry him.
Iaq. No! shall I have no notice taken of me!
I'le begin in another tone with you. Hum, hum, hum,
There was a Nobleman of Spaine, Lady, Lady, Sings.
That went abroad, and came not againe
To his poore
Lady.
Oh cruell age, when one proud brother, Lady, Lady,
Shall scorne to looke upon another,
Of his poore
Lady.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: A Shoemaker A Gentleman (1638), 1.1, npn.
First Performed: revived 1 January 1677 (L.S)
UMI(1) reel no.: 936:8
Author: William Rowley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Shoo. No more talke of ill winds Barnaby, weele sing away
sorrow
Strike up Ralph, Ile wash thy whistle anon boy.
Ralph. Well sir, Ile scoure it first if I can then,
Sings.
Enter Crispianus, and Crispinus.
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First line: Beer leave to the barrel
Source Edition: The Christmas Ordinary (1660), Scene 6, pp.8-9.
First performed: 1633-1660? (acted at Trin.Coll.Oxon--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 436:11
Author: William Richards (preserver?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Drink-Fight. Now my free Comrades, that our Mirth may not halt, but stream along with full Measure, I have here procured a roaring Carrol, nam'd The Tripple Invitation, of the Tapster, Alewife and Drawer, to their several Liquors.
Tapster.
<(1.)>
Beer leave to the Barrel,
And Broach no Quarrel;
Let all your drawn Anger be spilt:
Here's a
Bowl to the Brim,
Will make your Tongue swim,
And your Jollity run a Tilt.
(2.)
The
Spigot which flows
From the top of the Nose.
Kindles Bonefires in the Head.
'Tis the Midwife Man,
To the Knights of the Can;
For't speedily brings
'em to Bed.
Alewife.
<(1.)>
Where Red Lettice doth shine,
'Tis an outward
Sign,
Good Ale is a Traffick within:
It will
drown your Woe,
And thaw the old Snow,
That
grows on a frosty Chin.
(2.)
Here's
against a Storm,
Lamb's Wooll to keep warm,
And the Lips of the bonny shee Host.
Your Cup do
not scorn,
'Tis a Cuckold's Horn,
Your Sawce is a Nutmeg Tost,
Drawer.
<(1.)>
But hither come
rush,
Ye Birds of the Bush.
Compose all Strifes
in a Jar:
If it be not enough,
Then take
it in Snuff,
We'll answer it straight at the Bar.
(2.)
Would ye reel to a Wench?
Here's the ruddy French;
And least you should
want Language to speak,
Canary from Spain,
Shall advance your Brain,
And your very Wine shall be
Greek.
Corollary or Assent.
Hany
Sider and Perry,
With Beer, Ale and Sherry,
Let's wash away muddy Cares;
We'll trowl the
Bowl quicker;
Then sing till our Liquor,
Be rarified into Airs.
Omnes--Wee'll trowl, &c.
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First line: Nay ye shall pay for all for room and seat
Source Edition: The Christmas Ordinary (1660), Scene 6, p.10.
First performed: 1633-1660? (acted at Trin.Coll.Oxon--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 436:11
Author: William Richards (preserver?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Nay, ye shall pay for all, for room and
seat,
And every Cushion 'cause you have [no?] Meat.
I have an Army of more things to put in,
I know
not where to end, where to begin.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>
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First line: I saw Jupiter's nod in a cob-web net
Source Edition: The Christmas Ordinary (1660), Scene 7, p.12.
First performed: 1633-1660? (acted at Trin.Coll.Oxon--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 436:11
Author: William Richards (preserver?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
I saw Jupiter's Nod in a Cob-web
Net,
And Saturn's Frown writ in Brass,
With Venus her Kiss in a Ring of Jet,
And Juno's
Groan in a Glass.
A stifled Thought in a Bag cloaks up,
With a Sign that was grey with Age,
Diana's
Hem in a Nutshel Cup,
And Apollo's Beam in a Cage.
The Syrrup of Blushes new Distill'd,
The Maiden
Head of a Dream,
The Soul of a Smile that was lately
Kill'd,
Enamel'd with a Stream.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>
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First line: Can such a combat find a scene can ye
Source Edition: The Christmas Ordinary (1660), Scene 7, pp.14-7.
First performed: 1633-1660? (acted at Trin.Coll.Oxon--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 436:11
Author: William Richards (preserver?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Full lyric not transcribed for this archive.
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First line: This pipe's my pillar of clouds
Source Edition: The Christmas Ordinary (1660), Scene 9, p.19.
First performed: 1633-1660? (acted at Trin.Coll.Oxon--Harbage & Schoenbaum)
UMI(2) reel no.: 436:11
Author: William Richards (preserver?)
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Astrophil.
(1.)
This Pipe's my Pillar of Clouds,
Such Meteors
I love to utter:
More than Welch-men do Cheese,
Or an English-man Ease,
Or a Dutch-man loves Salt
Butter.
(2.)
If Riches be but
a Smoak,
And Fame be but a Vapor,
Here's
a rich Mine indeed,
In this funny Weed,
And
Honor enough in a Taper.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Henry the Fourth, Part One (1623), 3.1, p.62.
First Performed: revived 8 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lady. What's that?
Hotsp. Peace, shee sings.
Heere the Lady sings a Welsh Song.
Hotsp. Come, Ile haue your Song too.
Lady. Not mine, in good sooth.
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First line: You spotted snakes with double tongue
Source Edition: A Midsummer Night's Dream (1623), 2.1, p.150.
First Performed: revived 29 September 1662 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Queen. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song;
Then for the third part of a minute hence,
Some to kill
Cankers in the muske rose buds,
Some warre with Reremise,
for their leathern wings,
To make my small Elues coates,
and some keepe backe
The clamorous Owle that nightly
hoots and wonders
At our queint spirits: Sing me now
asleepe,
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Fairies Sing.
You spotted Snakes with
double tongue,
Thorny Hedgehogges be not seene,
Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong,
Come not neere
our Fairy Queene.
Philomele with melodie,
Sing in your sweet Lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla,
lulla, lullaby,
Neuer harme, nor spell, nor charme,
Come our louely Lady nye,
So good night with Lullaby.
2. Fairy. Weauing Spiders come not heere,
Hence
you long leg'd Spinners, hence:
Beetles blacke approach
not neere;
Worme nor Snayle doe no offence.
Philomele with melody, &c.
1. Fairy. Hence away,
now all is well;
One aloofe, stand Centinell.
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First line: Now until the break of day
Source Edition: A Midsummer Night's Dream (1623), 5.1, p.162.
First Performed: revived 29 September 1662 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ob. Through the house giue glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsie fier,
Euerie Else and Fairie
spright,
Hop as light as bird from brier,
And this Ditty after me, sing and dance it trippinglie.
Tita. First rehearse this song by roate,
To each word
a warbling note.
Hand in hand, with Fairie grace,
Will we sing and blesse this place.
The Song.
Now untill the breake of day,
Through this house each Fairy stray.
To the best Bride-bed
will we,
Which by us shall blessed be:
And
the issue there create,
Euer shall be fortunate:
So shall all the couples three,
Euer true in louing
be:
And the blots of Natures hand,
Shall
not in their issue stand.
Neuer mole, harelip, nor scarre,
Nor marke prodigious, such as are
Despised in Natiuitie,
Shall vpon their children be.
With this field dew
consecrate.
Euery Fairy take his gate,
And
each seuerall chamber blesse,
Through this Pallace with
sweet peace,
Euer shall in safety rest,
And
the owner of it blest.
Trip away, make no stay;
Meet me all by breake of day.
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First line: Under the green wood tree
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 2.5, p.192.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter, Amyens, Iaques, & others.
Song.
Vnder the greene wood tree,
who loues to lye
with mee,
And turne his merrie Note,
vnto
the sweet Birds throte:
Come hither, come hither, come
hither:
Heere shall he see no enemie,
But
Winter and rough Weather.
Iaq. More, more, I pre'thee more.
Amy. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques
Iaq. I thanke it: More, I prethee more,
I can sucke melancholly out of a song,
As a Weazel
suckes egges: More, I pre'thee more.
Amy. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you.
Iaq.
I do not desire you to please me,
I do desire you to
sing:
Come, more, another stanzo: Cal you 'em stanzo's?
Amy. What you wil Monsieur Iaques.
Iaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee nothing. Wil you sing?
Amy. More at your request, then to please my selfe.
Iaq. Well then, if euer I thanke any man, Ile thanke you: but that they cal complement is like th' encounter of two dog-Apes. And when a man thankes me hartily, me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie, and he renders me the beggerly thankes. Come sing; and you that wil not hold your tongues.
Amy. Wel, Ile end the song. Sirs, couer the while, the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he hath bin all this day to looke you.
Iaq.
And I haue bin all this day to auoid him:
He is too disputeable
for my companie:
I thinke of as many matters as he, but
I giue
Heauen thankes, and make no boast of them.
Come, warble, come.
Song. Altogether heere.
Who doth ambition shunne,
and loues to liue
i'th Sunne:
Seeking the food he eates,
and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither come hither,
come hither,
Heere shall he see, &c.
Iaq. Ile giue you a verse to this note,
That
I made yesterday in despight of my Inuention.
Amy. And Ile sing it.
Amy. Thus it goes.
If it do come to passe, that any man turne Asse:
Leauing his wealth and ease,
A stubborne will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
Heere shall he see,
grosse fooles as he,
And if he will come to me.
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First line: Blow blow thou winter wind
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 2.7, p.193.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Du. Sen. Welcome, fall too: I wil not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes:
Giue
vs some Musicke, and good Cozen, sing.
Song.
Blow, blow, thou winter winde,
Thou art not
so vnkinde, as mans ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keene,
because thou art not seene,
although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, vnto the greene holly,
Most frendship, is fayning; most Louing, meere folly:
The heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most iolly.
Freize, freize, thou bitter skie that dost not bight so
nigh
as benefitts forgot:
Though thou the
waters warpe thy sting is not so sharpe,
as freind remembred
not.
Heigh ho, sing, &c.
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First line: From the east to western Inde
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 3.2, p.195.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Rosalind.
Ros. From the east to
western Inde,
no iewel is like Rosalinde,
Hir worth being mounted on the winde,
through all the
world beares Rosalinde,
All the pictures fairest Linde,
are but blacke to Rosalinde:
Let no face bee kept
in mind,
but the faire of Rosalinde.
Clo. Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right Butter-womens ranke to Market.
Ros. Out Foole.
Clo. For a taste.
If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde,
Let him seeke out
Rosalinde:
If the Cat will after kinde,
so
be sure will Rosalinde:
Wintred garments must be linde,
so must slender Rosalinde:
They that reap must
sheafe and binde,
then to cart with Rosalinde.
Sweetest nut, hath sowrest rinde,
such a nut is
Rosalinde.
He that sweetest rose will finde,
must finde Loues pricke, & Rosalinde.
This is the verie false gallop of Verses, why doe you infect your selfe with them?
Ros. Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree.
Clo. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite.
Ros. Ile graffe it with you, and then I shall graffe it with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i'th country: for you'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe, and that's the right vertue of the Medler.
Clo. You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the Forrest iudge.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>
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First line: What shall he have that killed the deer
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 4.2, p.202.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Composer: John Hilton ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.372, n.3659 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1652), p.30 (UMI(2) 148:5) et al.
Text of song:
Iaq. Let's present him to the Duke like a Romane Conquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deares horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you no song Forrester for this purpose?
Lord. Yes Sir.
Iaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so it make noyse enough.
Musicke, Song.
What
shall he haue that kild the Deare?
His Leather skin,
and hornes to weare:
Then sing him home the rest shall
beare this burthen;
Take thou no scorne to weare the
horne,
It was a crest ere thou wast borne,
Thy fathers father wore it,
And thy father bore it.
The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
Is not a
thing to laugh to scorne.
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First line: It was a lover and his lass
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 5.3, p.205.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
1. Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman.
Clo. By my troth well met: come, sit, sit, and a song.
2. Pa. We are for you, sit i'th middle.
1. Pa. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the onely prologues to a bad voice.
2. Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse.
Song.
It
was a Louer, and his lasse,
With a hey, and a ho, and
a hey nonino,
That o're the greene corne feild did
passe,
In the spring time, the onely pretty rang
time.
When Birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet Louers loue the spring,
And therefore
take the present time.
With a hey, & a ho, and
a hey nonino,
For loue is crowned with the prime.
In spring time, &c.
Betweene
the acres of the Rie,
With a hey, and a ho, &
a hey nonino:
These prettie Country folks would lie.
In spring time, &c.
This Carroll
they began that houre,
With a hey and a ho, &
a hey nonino:
How that a life was but a Flower,
In Spring time, &c.
Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there vvas no great matter in the dittie, yet ye note was very vntunable
1. Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir, we kept time, we lost not our time.
Clo. By my troth yes: I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song. God buy you, and God mend your voices. Come Audrie.
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First line: Then is there mirth in heaven
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 5.4, p.206.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
Still Musicke.
Hymen. Then is there mirth in heauen,
When earthly things made eauen
attone together.
Good Duke receiue thy daughter,
Hymen from Heauen
brought her,
Yea brought her hether.
That
thou mightst ioyne his hand with his,
Whose heart within
his bosome is.
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First line: Wedding is great Juno's crown
Source Edition: As You Like It (1623), 5.4, p.206.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Song.
Wedding is great Iunos crowne,
O blessed bond of boord and bed:
'Tis Hymen
peoples euerie towne,
High wedlock then be honored:
Honor, high honor and renowne
To Hymen, God of
euerie Towne.
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First line: Hark the lark at heaven's gate sings
Source Edition: Cymbeline (1623), 2.3, p.377.
First Performed: revived 24 September 1702 (L.S.)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clot. I would this Musicke would come: I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings, they say it will penetrate.
Enter Musicians.
Come on, tune: If you can penetrate her with your fingering, so: wee'l try with tongue too: if none will do, let her remaine: but Ile neuer giue o're. First, a very excellent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful sweet aire, with admirable rich words to it, and then let her consider.
SONG.
Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens
gate sings,
and Phoebus gins arise,
His Steeds
to water at those Springs
on chalic'd Flowres that
lyes:
And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden
eyes
With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise:
Arise, arise.
So, get you gone: if this pen trate, I will consider your Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
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First line: Fear no more the heat o'th'sun
Source Edition: Cymbeline (1623), 4.2, p.389.
First Performed: revived 24 September 1702 (L.S.)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Arui. If you'l go fetch him,
Wee'l say
our Song the whil'st; Brother begin.
Gui.
Nay Cadwall, we must lay his head to th'East,
My
Father hath a reason for't.
Arui. 'Tis true.
Gui. Come on then, and remoue him.
Arui. So, begin.
SONG.
Guid.
Feare no more the heate o'th'Sun,
Nor the furious
Winters rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast don,
Home art gon, and tane thy wages.
Golden Lads,
and Girles all must,
As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust.
Arui. Feare no more the frowne o'th'Great,
Thou art past the Tirants stroake,
Care no more to cloath
and eate,
To thee the Reede is as the Oake:
The Scepter, Learning, Physicke must,
All follow this
and come to dust.
Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash.
Arui. Nor th'all-dreaded Thunderstone.
Gui.
Feare not Slander, Censure rash.
Arui. Thou hast finish'd
Ioy and mone.
Both. All Louers young, all Louers must,
Consigne to thee and come to dust.
Guid.
No Exorcisor harme thee,
Arui. Nor no witch-craft charme
thee.
Guid. Ghost unlaid forbeare thee.
Arui.
Nothing ill come neere thee.
Both. Quiet consumation
haue,
And renowned be thy graue.
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First line: How should I your true love know from another one
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.273.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe, Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.
Qu. How now Ophelia?
Ophe. <sings>
How should I your true loue know from another one?
By
his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone.
Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?
Ophe. Say you? Nay pray you marke.
<sings>
He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
At his
head a grasse-greene Turfe, at his heeles a stone.
<NOTE: The Queen's dialogue indicates that the lines in italics are sung>.
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First line: White his shroud as the mountain snow
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.273.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Qu. Nay but Ophelia.
Ophe. Pray you marke.
<sings> White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.
Qu. Alas, looke heere my Lord.
Ophe. <sings> Larded with sweet flowers:
Which bewept to the graue did not go,
With true-loue
showres.
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First line: Tomorrow is St Valentine's day
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.273.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe. Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when they aske you what it meanes, say you this:
To
morrow is S. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,
And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.
Then
vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber
dore,
Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed
more.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: By gis and by St Charity
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.273.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.
By gis, and by S. Charity,
Alacke, and sie <fie?>
for shame:
Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
By Cocke they are too blame.
Quoth she before you
tumbled me,
You promis'd me to Wed:
So
would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
And thou hadst not come
to my bed.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: They bore him bare fac'd on the beer
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.273.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:
And on his graue raines
many a teare,
Fare you well my Doue.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.274.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe. There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dyed: They say, he made a good end;
<sings> For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: And will he not come again
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.274.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ophe. <sings> And will he not come againe,
And will he not come againe:
No, no, he is dead,
go to thy Death-bed,
He neuer wil come againe.
His Beard as white as Snow,
All Flaxen was his
Pole:
He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
Gramercy on his Soule.
<speaks>
And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
God buy ye.
Exeunt Ophelia
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: In youth when I did love did love
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.277.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are ask't this question next, say a Graue-maker: the Houses that he makes, lasts till Doomesday: go, get thee to Yaughan, fetch me a stoupe of Liquor.
Sings.
In youth
when I did loue, did loue,
me thought it was very sweete:
To contract O the time for a my behoue,
O me thought
there was nothing meete.
<three lines of dialogue separate this from the second verse>
Clowne sings.
But Age with his stealing steps
hath caught me in his clutch:
And hath shipped me intill
the Land,
as if I had neuer beene such.
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First line: A pickaxe and a spade a spade
Source Edition: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1623), p.277.
First Performed: revived 24 August 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Ham. Why ee'n so: and now my Lady Wormes, Chaplesse, and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade; heere's fine Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at Loggets with 'em? mine ake to thinke on't.
Clowne sings.
A
Pickhaxe and a Spade, a Spade.
for and a shrowding-Sheete:
O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
for such a Guest
is meete.
<twenty lines of dialogue separate this from a reprise of the second couplet>
Clo. Mine Sir:
<sings> O a Pit of Clay
for to be made,
for such a Guest is meete.
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First line: Once more to these arms my lov'd pick-axe and spade
Source: The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (1600-1 for 1603), song written and set for a revival.
First performed: repeatedly revived from 24 August 1661
UMI reel no.: Not applicable
Author: William Shakespeare
Composer: Unrecorded ( nwc)
Lyrics: Anonymous
Performer: Ben. Johnson
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.312, n.2617. [Music] Henry Playford, Wit and Mirth...Second [actually Third!] edition, Volume Three, 1707, pp.170-1 (CT(1) 8822:03) and others.
Text of song:
The Sexton's <Grave-maker's> Song.
Once more to these Arms my lov'd Pick-ax
and Spade,
With the rest of the Tools that belong to
my Trade,
I that buried others am rose from the Dead,
With a Ring, a Ring, Ring, a Ring, amd Dig a Dig, Dig.
My thoughts are grown easie my Mind is at rest,
Since things at the worst are now grown to the best,
And I and the Worms that long fasted shall feast,
With
a Ring, &c.
How I long to be measuring
and cleaving the Ground,
And commending the Soil for
the Sculls shall be found,
Whose thickness alone, not
the Soil makes them sound,
With a Ring, &c.
Look you, Masters, I'll cry, may the Saints ne'er
me save,
If this ben't as well contriv'd sort
of a Grave,
As a Man could wish on such occasion to have,
With a Ring, &c.
Observe but the
Make of't, I'll by you be try'd,
And the
Coffin so fresh there that lies on that side,
It's
fifty Years since he that own's it has dy'd.
With a Ring, &c.
I hope to remeber your
Friend in a Bowl,
An honest good Gentleman, God rest
his Soul,
He has that for a Ducat is worth a Pistole,
With a Ring, &c.
At Marriages next
I'll affirm it and swear,
If the Bride would be Private
so great was my Care,
That not a Soul knew that the Priest
joyn'd the Pair,
With a Ring, &c.
When I my self w<h>isper'd and told it
about,
What door they'd go in at what Door they'd
go out,
To receive the Salutes of the Rable and Rout,
With a Ring, &c.
At Christenings
I'll sit with abundance of Joy,
And drink to the
Health of the Girl or the Boy,
At the same time I wish
that Fate both would destroy,
That I may Ring, &c.
What e'er's my Religion, my Meaning's to Thrive,
So the Child that is born, to the Font but survive,
No matter how short its continuance alive,
That I may
Ring, &c.
Hear then my good Neighbours
attend to my Cry,
And bravely get Children, and decently
die,
No Sexton now breathing shall use you as I,
With a Ring, a Ring, Ring a Ring, Dig a Dig Dig.
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First line: Orpheus with his lute made trees
Source Edition: Henry the Eighth (1623), 3.1, p.218.
First Performed: revived November 1675 (L.S.)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Composer: Matthew Locke ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.313, n. 2645 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), pp.174-5 (UMI(2) 148:6).
Text of song:
Song.
Orpheus with his Lute made Trees,
And the Mountaine tops that freeze,
Bow themselues
when he did sing.
To his Musicke, Plants and Flowers
Euer sprung; as Sunne and Showers,
There had made
a lasting Spring.
Euery thing that heard him play,
Euen the Billowes of the Sea,
Hung their heads,
& then lay by.
In sweet Musicke is such Art,
Killing care, & griefe of heart,
Fall asleepe,
or hearing dye.
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First line: And let me the cannakin clink clink
Source Edition: [The Tragedy of Othello,] The Moor of Venice (1602-4?, pub.1622), 2.[2], p.31.
First performed: revived by King's Company, 8 December 1660 (Danchin)
UMI reel no.: 297:34 (1681)
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Iag. Some Wine ho.
And let me the Cannakin
clinke, clinke:
And let me the Cannakin clinke, clinke:
A Souldier's a man, a life's but a span,
Why then let a souldier drinke.
Some Wine Boyes.
Cas. Fore Heauen an excellent Song.
<NOTE: In the First Folio edition (1623) the second line only has one "clinke" and the third line reads "A Souldiers a man: Oh, mans life's but a span" (3.319). In all other (quarto) editions (1622, 1630, 1681, 1687 and 1695) the song reads as recorded above>.
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First line: King Stephen was a worthy peer
Source Edition: [The Tragedy of Othello,] The Moor of Venice (1602-4?, pub.1622), 2.1, p.31-2.
First performed: revived by King's Company, 8 December 1660 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:34 (1681)
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day amd Murrie
Text of song:
Iag. Oh sweete England,---
King Stephen
was and a worthy peere,
His Breeches cost him but a crowne,
He held 'em sixpence all too deere,
With that
he cald the Taylor lowne,
He was a wight of high renowne,
And thou art but of low degree,
'Tis pride that
puls the Countrey downe,
Then take thine owd <auld>
cloke about thee.
Some Wine ho.
Cassio. Fore God this is a more exquisite Song then the other.
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First line: The poor soul sat singing by a Sycamore tree
Source Edition: [The Tragedy of Othello,] The Moor of Venice (1602-4?, pub.1622), 4.3, 3.333 (of 1623 edition).
First performed: revived by King's Company, 8 December 1660 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 297:34 (1681)
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Des. <spoken> My Mother had a Maid call'd
Barbarie,
She was in loue: and he she lou'd prou'd
mad,
And did forsake her. She had a Song of Willough,
An old thing 'twas: but it express'd her Fortune,
And she dy'd singing it. That Song to night,
Will not go from my mind. I haue much to do,
But to go
hang my head all at one side
And sing it like poore Brabarie:
prythee dispatch.
<Several more lines of dialogue follow before the song>
Des. <sung>
The poore Soule sat singing, by a Sicamour tree.
Sing
all a greene Willough:
Her hand on her bosome her head
on her knee,
Sing Willough, Willough, Willough.
The fresh Streames ran by her, and murmur'd her moanes
Sing Willough, &c.
Her salt teares fell
from her, and softned the stones,
Sing Willough, &c.
<spoken> (Lay by these)
<sung>
Willough, Willough. <spoken> (Prythee high thee: he'le
come anon)
<sung> Sing all a greene
Willough must be my Garland.
Let no body blame him, his
scorne I approue.
<spoken> (Nay that's
not next. Harke, who is't that knocks?
Aemil. It's the wind.
Des. <sung> I
call'd my Loue false Loue: but what said he then?
Sing Willough, &c.
If I court mo women, you'le
couch with mo men.
<NOTE: This song does not appear in the 1622 quarto, but does in all subsequent editions>.
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First line: Fie on sinful fantasy
Source Edition: The Merry Wives of Windsor (1623), 5.5, p.59.
First Performed: revived 9 November 1660 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Qui. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire.
About him (Fairies) sing a scornfull rime,
And as you
trip, still pinch him to your time.
The Song.
Fie on sinnefull phantasie: Fie on Lust, and Luxurie:
Lust is but a bloudy fire, kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart whose flames aspire,
As thoughts do
blow them higher and higher.
Pinch him (Fairies) mutually:
Pinch him for his villanie.
Pinch him, and burne him,
and turne him about,
Till Candles, & Star-light,
& Moone-shine be out.
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First line: O mistress mine where are you roming
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.3, p.261.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To. Come on, there is sixe pence for you. Let's haue a song.
An. There's a testrill of me too: if one knight giue a
Clo. Would you haue a loue-song, or a song of good life?
To. A loue song, a loue song.
An. I, I. I care not for good life.
Clowne sings.
O Mistris mine where are
you roming?
O stay and heare, your true loues coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further
prettie sweeting.
Iourneys end in louers meeting,
Euery wise mans sonne doth know.
An. <speaks> Excellent good, ifaith.
To. Good, good
Clo. <sings> What is loue, tis not heereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's
to come, is still vnsure.
In delay there lies no plentie,
Then come kisse me sweet and twentie:
Youths a
stuffe will not endure.
An. A mellifluous voyce, as I am true knight.
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First line: Song has no lyrics
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.3, p.261.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To. To heare by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion. But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall wee rowze the night-Owle in a Catch, that will drawe three soules out of one Weauer? Shall we do that?
And. And you loue me, let's doo't: I am dogge at a Catch.
Clo. Byrlady sir, and some
dogs will catch well.
An. Most certaine: Let our Catch
be, Thou Knaue.
Clo. Hold thy peace, thou Knaue knight. I shall be constrain'd in't, to call thee knaue, Knight.
An. 'Tis not the first time I haue constrained one to call me knaue. Begin foole: it begins, Hold thy peace.
Clo. I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace.
An. Good ifaith: Come begin.
Catch sung
Enter Maria.
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First line: There dwelt a man in Babylon lady
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.3, p.261.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To, My Lady's a Catayan, we are politicians, Maluolios
a Peg-a-ramsie, and Three merry men be wee. Am not I consanguinious?
Am I not of her blood: tilly vally. Ladie, <sings>
There dwelt a man in Babylon, Lady,
Lady.
Clo. Beshrew me, the knights in admirable fooling.
<Note similarity of this to WRALBL1 >.
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First line: O the twelfth day of December
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.3, p.261.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To. <sings> O the twelfe day of December.
<NOTE: Not clear whether recited or sung>.
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First line: Shall I bid him go [What and if you do]
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.3, p.261.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
To. <sings> Shall I bid him go.
Clo. What and if you do?
To. Shall I bid him go, and
spare not?
Clo. O no, no, no, no, you dare not.
To. <speaks> Out o'tune sir, ye lye <...>
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First line: Come away come away death
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 2.4, p.262.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night:
Marke it Cesario, it is old and plaine;
The Spinsters
and the Knitters in the Sun,
And the free maides that
weaue their thred with bones,
Do vse to chaunt it: it
is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of loue,
Like the old age.
Clo. Are you ready Sir?
Duke. I prethee sing.
Musicke.
The Song.
Come away, come away death,
And in sad cypresse let me be laide
Fye away, fie
away breath,
I am slaine by a faire cruell maide:
My shrowd of white, stuck all with Ew, O prepare it.
My part of death no one so true did share it.
Not
a flower, not a flower sweete
On my blacke coffin, let
there be strewne:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:
A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me O where
Sad
true louer neuer find my graue, to weepe there.
Du. There's for thy paines.
Clo. No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir.
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First line: When that I was and a little tiny boy
Source Edition: Twelfth Night; or What You Will (1623), 5.1, p.275.
First Performed: revived 11 September 1661 (L.S)
UMI reel no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Clowne sings.
When that I was and a little
tine boy,
with hey, ho, the winde and the raine:
A foolish thing was but a toy,
for the raine it
raineth euery day.
But when I came to mans estate,
with hey ho, &c.
Gainst Knaues and Theeues
men shut their gate,
for the raine, &c.
But when I came alas to wiue,
with hey ho, &c.
By swaggering could I neuer thriue,
for the raine,
&c.
But when I came vnto my beds,
with hey ho, &c.
With tospottes still had
drunken heades,
for the raine, &c.
A great while ago the world begon,
hey ho, &c.
But that's all one, our Play is done,
and wee'l
striue to please you euery day.
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First line: When daffodils begin to peer
Source Edition: The Winter's Tale (1623), 4.3, p.290.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Tune (if traditional): Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Source/s of Music:
Text of song:
Enter Autolicus singing.
When Daffadils begin to peere,
With heigh the
Doxy ouer the dale,
Why then comes in the sweet o'the
yeere.
For the red blood raigns in ye winters pale.
The white sheete bleaching on the hedge,
With
hey the sweet birds, O how they sing:
Doth set my pugging
tooth an edge,
For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King.
The Larke, that tirra-Lyra chaunts,
With heigh,
the Thrush and the Iay:
Are Summer songs for me and my
Aunts
While we lye tumbling in the hay.
<speaks> I haue seru'd Prince Florizell, and in my time wore three pile, but now I am out of seruice.
But shall I go mourne
for that (my deere)
the pale Moone shines by night:
And when I wander here, and there
I then do most
go right.
If Tinkers may haue leaue to liue,
and beare the Sow-skin Bowget,
Then my account I well
may giue,
and in the Stockes auouch-it.
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First line: Jog on the footpath way
Source Edition: The Winter's Tale (1623), 4.3, p.291.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Composer: John Hilton ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.269, n.1875 [Music] Hilton, John, Catch that Catch can (1667), p.85 (UMI(2) 148:6).
Text of song:
Song.
Iog-on, Iog-on, the foot-path
way,
And merrily hent the Stile-a:
A merry
heart goes all the day,
Your sad tyres in a Mile-a.
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First line: Lawn as white as driven snow
Source Edition: The Winter's Tale (1623), 4.4, p.293.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Enter Autolicus singing.
Lawne as white
as driuen Snow,
Cypresse blacke as ere was Crow,
Gloues as sweete as Damaske Roses,
Maskes for faces,
and for noses:
Bugle-bracelet, Necke lace Amber,
Perfume for a Ladies Chamber:
Golden Quoifes, and
Stomachers
For my Lads, to giue their deers:
Pins, and poaking-stickes of steele.
What Maids lacke
from head to heele:
Come buy of me, come: come buy, come
buy,
Buy Lads, or else your Lasses cry: Come buy.
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First line: Get you hence for I must go
Source Edition: The Winter's Tale (1623), 4.4, p.293.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Tune (if traditional): Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Source/s of Music:
Text of song:
Clo. Come-on, lay it by: and let's first see moe Ballads: Wee'l buy the other things anon.
Aut. Here's another ballad of a Fish, that appeared vpon the coast, on wensday the fourescore of April, fortie thousand fadom aboue water,& sung this ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was thought she was a Woman, and was turn'd into a cold fish, for she wold not exchange flesh with one that lou'd her: The Ballad is very pittiful, and as true.
Dor. Is it true too, thinke you.
Autol. Fiue Iustices hands at it, and witnesses more then my packe will hold.
Clo. Lay it by too; another.
Aut. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
Mop. Let's haue some merry ones.
Aut. Why this is a passing merry one, and goes to the tune of two maids wooing a man: there's scarse a Maide westward but she sings it:'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both sing it: if thou'lt beare a part, thou shalt heare, 'tis in three parts.
Dor. We had the tune on't, a month agoe.
Aut. I can beare my part, you must know 'tis my occupation: Haue at it with you.
Song
Get you hence, for I must goe
Aut. Where it
fits not you to know.
Dor. Whether?
Mop O
whether?
Dor. Whether?
Mop. It becomes thy
oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Dor: Me too: Le me go thether:
Mop Or thou goest to th'Grange,
or Mill,
Dor: If to either thou dost ill,
Aut: Neither.
Dor: What neither?
Aut: Neither:
Dor: Thou hast sworne my Loue to be,
Mop Thou hast
sworne it more to mee.
Then whether goest? Say whether?
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Will you buy any tape or lace for your crape
Source Edition: The Winter's Tale (1623), 4.4, p.293.
First Performed: revived? (assigned to King's Company, see L.S., p.152)
UMI no.: First folio
Author: William Shakespeare
Tune (if traditional): Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Source/s of Music:
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Clo. Wee'l haue this song out anon by our selues: My Father, and the Gent. are in sad talke, & wee'll not trouble them: Come bring away thy pack after me, Wenches Ile buy for you both: Pedler let's haue the first choice; folow me girles.
Aut: And you shall pay well for 'em.
Song.
Will you buy any Tape, or Lace for your Cape?
My dainty Ducke, my deere-a?
Any Silke, any Thred, any
Toyes for your head
Of the news't, and fins't,
fins't weare-a.
Come to the Pedler, Money's a
medler,
That doth utter all mens ware-a.
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First line: A spouse I do hate
Source Edition: Love in a Wood, or St James's Park (1671), 1.2, pp.17-8.
First performed: March 1671.
UMI(2) reel no.: 855:7 (1672)
Author: William Wycherley
Composer: Pelham Humphrey ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.389, n.3965 [Music] John Playford, Choice ayres and songs, Fifth Book, 1684, pp.38-9 (UMI(2) 286:15) and others.
Text of song:
Flip. Stay, Sir, because you hate marriage, I'll sing you a new Song against it.
She Sings.
A Spouse I do hate,
For either she's false or she's jealous;
But give us a Mate,
Who nothing will ask us, or tell
us.
She stands on no terms,
Nor chaffers
by way of Indenture,
Her love for your Farms;
But takes her kind man at a venture.
If all prove
not right,
Without an Act, Process, or Warning,
From Wife for a night,
You may be divorc'd
in the morning.
When Parents are Slaves,
Their Bratts connot <sic> be any other;
Great Wits, and great Braves,
Have always a Punk
to their Mother.
Flip. Though it be the fashion for women of quality to sing any Song whatever, because the words are not distinguish'd; yet I should have blush'd to have done it now, but for you, Sir.
Ran. The Song is edifying, the Voice admirable, and once more, I am your servant, Madam.
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First line: See how full of troubles are
Source Edition: The Conspiracy or The Change of Government (1680), 2.[3], pp.14-15.
First performed: March 1680 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 301:3
Author: William Whitaker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
The Scene drawn, the King and Queen retire to the Alcove, and sit down; the Queen leans on his bosome, as composing her self to sleep, after soft Musick this Song is sung.
SONG.
See, see how full of troubles are
The Crowns
which wakeful Monarchs wear:
They Court short slumbers
but in vain,
While sleep seems coy to those that reign;
O wretched State of him! whose mind
Most care and
least relief does find.
Soft Chorus sung by Shepheards and Shepheardesses.
Then happy are we who attend
on our Sheep,
For the nights, when we wake, seem to short
for our sleep.
We meet with no cares to disturb our delight:
Not with sorrow by day, nor with danger by night:
More refin'd are our pleasures, the meaner we are,
When the greatest of Kings are most subject to care.
Then
while you thus take your repast,
Who knows but this may
be your last.
Sleep, sleep apace, perhaps you may
Be wak'd to everlasting day:
When sleep is
in your way to rest
The shortest slumber prove the best.
Chorus Then happy are we, &c.
In
spite of Morpheus and his Art,
Wak'd with some frightfull
dream they start,
They thoughtful are asleep, and take
More care than silly Swains awake;
Yet after all
the pain they endure,
Regardless we sleep more secure.
Chorus Then happy are we, &c.
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First line: He's dead he's dead seek not in vain
Source Edition: The Conspiracy or The Change of Government (1680), 3.[3], pp.30-1.
First performed: March 1680 (Danchin).
UMI(2) reel no.: 301:3
Author: William Whitaker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Then Descends an Heavenly Shape, in the Clouds, and Sings.
SONG.
He's dead, he's dead;
seek not in vain
To weep the dead to life again:
Spare, O spare those Orient show'rs;
They fall
too late on wither'd Flow'rs.
Your warmer sighs
no comfort bring;
Nor can, in Winter make a Spring:
Warm Winds as helpless prove as Dew;
Then let your
sighs and tears be few.
Let your unspotted soul
appear
Through all the dismal Clouds you wear;
Let Innocence with grief partake:
Both will a watry
Sunshine make.
While for the dead too much you grieve,
Your dying Fame you must retrieve.
As for the Balmy
drops you shed,
The living want 'em, not the dead.
[Queen starts up, and unvails her self.
Y.
Q. How is my Soul wrapt up in sudden joys!
Methought
I heard a sweet harmonious noise,
On which a glorious
luster did attend:
Both seem'd my shame and sorrow
to befriend.
If e're you'l send relief, your
Pow'rs Divine,
To injur'd Virtue, send it now
to mine.
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First line: Why should our damn'd tyrants oblige us to live
Source Edition: The Country Wife (1675), 5.1, p.90.
First performed: 12 January 1675
UMI(2) reel no.: 995:25
Author: William Wycherley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Lady Fidget sings.
1.
Why
should our damn'd Tyrants oblige us to live,
On the
pittance of Pleasure which they only give.
We must not
rejoyce,
With Wine and with noise.
In vaine
we must wake in a dull bed alone.
Whilst to our warm
Rival the Bottle, they're gone.
Then lay aside charms,
And take up these arms.
2.
'Tis
Wine only gives 'em their Courage and Wit,
Because
we live sober to men we submit.
If for Beauties you'd
pass.
Take a lick of the Glass.
'Twill
mend your complexions, and when they are gone,
The best
red we have is the red of the Grape.
Then Sisters lay't
on.
And dam a good shape.
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First line: La la la la ra ra ra
Source Edition: The Gentleman Dancing-Master (1672), 1.1, p.8.
First performed: 6 February 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 804:21 (1673)
Author: William Wycherley
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Mons. Non, non: I am to sup at tother end of the Town to night---la, la, la, la---ra, ra, ra---
Exit Mons. singing.
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First line: Since we poor slavish women know
Source Edition: The Gentleman Dancing-Master (1672), 2.1, pp.36-7.
First performed: 6 February 1672
UMI(2) reel no.: 804:21 (1673)
Author: William Wycherley
Composer: John Banister ( nwc)
Source/s of Music: Recorded in Day and Murrie, p.332, n.2971 [Music] Playford, John, Choice Songs and Ayres...First Book (1673), p.22 (UMI(2) 221:12) et alia.
Text of song:
Hipp. She's come, as if she came expressly to sing the new Song she sung last night, I must hear it, for 'tis to my purpose now. [aside. Madam, your Servant, I dream't all night of the Song you sung, last; the new Song against delays in Love: pray let's hear it again.
SINGS.
1.
Since we
poor slavish Women know
Our men we cannot pick and choose,
To him we like, why say we no?
And both our time
and Lover lose.
With feign'd repulses and
delays
A Lovers appetite we pall;
And if
too long the Gallant stays,
His stomach's gone for
good and all.
2.
Or our impatient
am'rous Guest,
Unknown to us, away may steal,
And rather than stay for a Feast,
Take up with
some coorse, ready meal.
When opportunity is kind,
Let prudent Woman be so too;
And if the man be
to your mind,
Till needs you must, ne're let him
go.
3.
The Match soon made
is happy still,
For only Love has there to do;
Let no one marry 'gainst her will,
But stand
off, when her Parents woo.
And only to their Suits
be coy,
For she whom Joynter can obtain
To
let a Fop her Bed enjoy,
Is but a lawful Wench for gain.
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First line: Myrtillo dead and I a slave
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 2.1, p.11, lyrics appear at sig.a1v.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Performer/s: Mrs. Cross.
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Zara. <...>
Intreat my Father Sun to take me hence;
While I joyn
with thee in such Airs Divine,
As never fail'd to
move the listning God.
SONG here, which ended, Enter Dafila.
<Lyrics as appear at sig.a1v>
SONG.
Sung by Mrs. CROSS.
<I.>
Myrtillo Dead, and
I a Slave!
What Sorrow can suffice?
Madness
assist a Wretch to rave,
And Fountains fill my Eyes.
But, ah! what Pomp of Woe can prove,
The just Endearments
of our Love?
II.
One Soul our
Bodies did enclose,
One Tomb shall hold our Dust:
He perisht by relentless Foes,
I follow, to be
Just.
For, ah! no Pangs, or pompous Grief,
Can bring him back, or me Relief.
III.
His Lips, those wither'd Roses now,
I'll
kiss again to Life;
And sacred keep my Nuptial Vow,
Or dye, and end the Strife.
For, ah! what sighing
Notes can shew
Myrtillo's Worth, or Sylvia's
Woe?
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First line: Arise ye fiends of hell arise
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 3.1, pp.20-1.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Here the Emperour sits, while the Priest begins the Incantation.
Arise ye Fiends of Hell! arise;
You who for
freedom groan,
Who long lost Earth, bemoan;
Come, with fresh Objects, feed your eyes;
You, who for
Sins on Earth, are bound
To Swim in Coldest Streams;
Still dying, never Dead are found;
Come, warm you
by my Flames:
I'll Chase you till you'r happy
too;
I'll Thaw your Blood if it Congeale;
'll
mend your blue and bleaky hue;
Your skin, tho chopp'd,
and scarr'd I'll heale.
The cutting Winds, that
Whistling blow
From dazling Mountains of driv'n Snow,
Shall cease their Orders, to obey,
If you'll
prepare, and come away.
Chorus of Priests. Come to our
Monarch, give Advice,
Arise ye Fiends of Hell! arise.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: We come great Marabou [We watch thy pleasing call]
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 3.1, p.21.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Four Infernal Spirits Arise, all in White, and Sing.
We come! we come, Great Marabou!
We watch thy pleasing Call;
Our stiff'ned Joynts
are supple now,
You warm the coldest Hell.
Ist. Male Spirit. If Love disturb this Monarch's Breast,
'Tis fit he should enjoy
What e're can please
th'unruly Guest,
And force her if she fly.
Ist. Female. Gualata Dead, she'll yield of course,
Dull Lovers we despise;
She but expects the pleasing
force,
To give down all her Joys.
My Lover
was for Piety,
Conscience, and Lov'd wag'd Wars;
His coldness Damn'd himself, and me;
Or we
had both been Stars.
2d. Male. Behold me once a Mortal
Wight,
In an old Beldam's Arms;
For Love
of Gold I drudg'd at Night,
And rose at all Alarms:
But yet 'twas cold! 'twas coldly done!
Nor did it ought avail;
Then force the young, the fair,
nor run
The Risque to freeze in Hell.
2d.
Female. I to an Aged Fool did Charm,
Who only hugg'd
me close;
My Maiden-headn in Hell can't warm,
Nor Virtue-heat infuse.
Chorus of Infernals. Then
force the Fair, nor longer crave,
But let Gualata die:
By this your self, and her, you'll save,
From
Winters Misery.
Chorus of Priests and Infernals.
For they who quench'd their am'rous flames,
Are Damn'd to Freeze in Coldest Streams.
<NOTE: The next song follows immediately after this one>.
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First line: Hear you in heav'ns blue regions hear
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 3.1, p.22.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Priest SINGS. Hear! you in Heav'ns
blue Regions, hear!
You who have once been Men;
And for your Virtues swim in Air,
To make my Phoebus
train.
How happy you! warm'd by his Beams,
Your Balls of Fire ye Guard;
Each Spirit guides
his Orb of Flames,
Proud of his hot reward.
You who've obey'd Almighty Love,
Inur'd to
Amorous Wars,
For which in Flames you wanton rove,
Pleas'd with your Subject Stars;
You who prefix
each Mortals Doom,
And know each Miscreants Fate:
Say, will ye cut the Pris'ners Loom,
Or give
a longer Date?
Chorus of Priests. Come, come relate,
The Captives Fate,
Or Life, or Death,
Bring in a Breath;
If Love must yield,
And
quit the Field,
Or Beauty Bend.
Descend!
ye Lords of Air, descend!
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First line: Your crown's not safe if he should live
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 3.1, pp.22-3.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
<NOTE: This song follows immediately after the previous one>.
Descend in a Machine to proper Musick, 4 Heav'nly Spirits.
All Sing. Your Crown's
not safe if he should Live,
The God's are unappeas'd,
His Blood's our due; in vain you strive,
With
Blood alone ne're pleas'd.
Chorus of Coel. For
you the Sun has sent her here,
Destroy the Prince, and
force the Fair.
Say, Hell, Shall it be so?
<Spirits>
Yes, Wee're for it below;
Coelest. We above are for't
too.
Both. Well then it must be so;
What
Mortal can withstand
What Heav'n and Hell command?
Pr. Then must Gualata dye?
Spir. Yes Gualata must
dye.
Pr. And must Zaraida yield?
Spir. Yes
Zaraida must yield.
Pr. What if she should deny?
Spir. Then force her to comply.
Dance here, which ended, the Caeles. ascend, and Infernal descend singing.
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First line: Ease with soft sleep your weary eyes
Source Edition: Victorious Love (1698), 4.1, pp.26-7.
First Performed: mid to late June 1698 (Danchin)
UMI(2) reel no.: 729:18
Author: William Walker
Performer/s: Mr. Freeman
Source/s of Music: Not recorded in Day and Murrie
Text of song:
Bar. <...>
Zaraida sings our Elegies!
I'll listen to her Airs,
but I should not,
For they're so sweet, they'll
draw me from my thoughts
Of Death, and charm me back
to Life again.
He retires to one side of the Stage while this Song's sung within.
Sung by Mr. Freeman.
Ease with soft Sleep your weary Eyes,
Refresh your Spirits till you rise,
While Musick
shall your dreams surprize.
To me your fatal Birth is
due,
Doom'd by that God you never knew.
To dye on Seas, where you were Tost,
And thrown on Sooty
Africk's Coast,
Where falsely you to Creatures pray,
And leave that God, your God's obey:
Give not
so soon to th'hungry Grave,
That Beauty he profusely
gave:
'Tis brave to bear with Misery,
Break not his Laws, nor strive to dye,
When he sees fit,
he'll set you free.
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