VIII. A SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, That treasure, that treasure alone, So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. Your love let me crave; Give me in possessing That empire is all I would have. So give up my game, IX. RONDELAY. CHLOE found Amyntas lying, All in tears upon the plain; Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain! Ever scorning, and denying To reward your faithful swain. Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain! Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain : But, repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again : Kiss'd him up before his dying; Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain. A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, Tell her my pains so fast increase, XI. A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring And winter storms invert the year: Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye: To sigh, to languish, and to die: Great god of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs, And every life but mine recal. I only am by Love design'd To be the victim for mankind. XII. SONG, FROM MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE'. WHY should a foolish marriage vow, We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could, But our marriage is dead, when the pleasures are fled; 'Twas pleasure first made it an oath. If I have pleasures for a friend, And further love in store, What wrong has he, whose joys did end, There are several excellent songs in his King Arthur, which should have been copied, but that they are so interwoven with the story of the drama that it would be improper to separate them. There is also a song in Love in a Nunnery; and another in The Duke of Guise; but neither of them worth transcribing. N. Rr 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound: (So should desert in arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais, by his side, Sate, like a blooming eastern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of Chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole ; And tears began to flow. CHORUS. Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of Chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole; And tears began to flow. The mighty master smil'd, to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, If the world be worth thy winning, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again: At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast. Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has rais'd up his head! As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise: See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes' Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And unbury'd remain Give the vengeance due Behold how they toss their torches on high, JANUS. XIII. THE SECULAR MASQUE. Enter JANUS. CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace, In his revolving race. Behold, behold the goal in sight, Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight. Enter CHRONOS with a scythe in his hand, and a globe on his back; which he sets down at his entrance. CHRONOS. Weary, weary of my weight, Let me, let me drop my freight, I could not bear, Another year, The load of human-kind. Enter Momus laughing. MOMUS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack, And lighten thy back, The world was a fool, e'er since it begun, With horns and with hounds, I waken the day; And hie to the woodland-walks away; With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky, And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the With all our cost and care; But neither side a winner, For things are as they were. Cho. of all. The fools are only, &c. VENUS. Enter VENUS. Calms appear, when storms are past; Mars destroys, and I repair: Take me, take me, while you may, Cho. of all. Take her, take her, &c. MOмUs. Pointing to Diana. } I scarcely felt the weight; Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night. And feebly drag Thy chase had a beast in view; [To Mars.]Thy wars brought nothing about; All, all of a piece throughout; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new. [Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers.] XV. SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS, WHO BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM. [Music within.] The lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper. PHYLLIS. LOOK, look, I see-I see my love appear! 'Tis he-'Tis he alone; For, like him, there is none: 'Tis the dear, dear man, 'tis thee, dear. AMYNTAS. Hark, the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I see a ship afar: Tossing and tossing, and making to the But what 's that I view, So radiant of hue, [sbore: St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the Ah! No, no, no. [sails? St. Hermo, never, never shone so bright; 'Tis Phyllis, only Phyllis, can shoot so fair a light: 'Tis Phyllis, 'tis Phyllis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. PHYLLIS. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his AMYNTAS. If all the fates combine, And all the furies join, [arms. I'll force my way to Phyllis, and break through the charm. [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace.] PHYLLIS. Shall I marry the man I love? And shall I conclude my pains? And the vapours leave my brains. AMYNTAS. Body join'd to body, and heart join'd to To make sure of the cure, [heart, Go call the man in black, to mumble o'er his part. PHYLLIS. But suppose he should stay- "Tis a work must be done, And the better, the sooner begun. PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES. I. PROLOGUE, SPOKEN THE FIRST DAY OF THE KING'S HOUSE ACTING AFTER THE FIRE. So shipwreck'd passengers escape to land, From that hard climate we must wait for bread, II. PROLOGUE SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE NEW HOUSE, A PLAIN-BUILT house, after so long a stay, That as a fire the former house o'erthrew, III.. EPILOGUE ON THE SAME OCCASION. THOUGH What our prologue said was sadly true, |