CHORUS OF ALL. All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chace had a beast in view: Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. "Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new. 95 Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers. SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS, WHO BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM. [Mufic within.] The Lovers enter at oppofite doors, each held by a Keeper. PHILLIS. LOOK, look, I fee—I see "Tis he-Tis he alone; For, like him, there is none: my love appear! "Tis the dear, dear man, 'tis thee, dear. AMYNTAS. Hark! the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I fee a fhip afar, Toffing and toffing, and making to the shore: But what's that I view, So radiant of hue, 5 10 St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that fits upon the fails? Ah! No, no, no. St. Hermo, never, never fhone fo bright; "Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light; 'Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that faves the ship alone, For all the winds are hufh'd, and the ftorm is overblown. PHILLIS. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. AMYNTAS. If all the fates combine, And all the furies join, 16 I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the charm. [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace.] Shall I marry PHILLIS. the man I love? And fhall I conclude my pains? Now blefs'd be the powers above, I feel the blood bound in my veins With a lively leap it began to move, And the vapours leave my brains. AMYNTAS. Body join'd to body, and heart join'd to heart, To make fure of the cure, 20 25 Go call the man in black, to mumble o'er his part PHILLIS. 30 30 But fuppofe he should stay AMYNTAS. At worst if he delay, "Tis a work must be done, We'll borrow but a day, And the better, the fooner begun. CHORUS OF BOTH. At worst if he delay, &c. [They run out together hand in hand.] 35 *SONG, IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR. AH fading joy! how quickly art thou past ! As if the cares of human life were few, And follow fate, which would too faft pursue. See, how on every bough the birds exprefs, But on their mother Nature lay their care: Why then should man, the lord of all below, 10 Such troubles choose to know, As none of all his fubjects undergo? Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall, Dafh, dash, upon the ground, To gentle flumbers call: 15 I cannot forbear adding in this place, fome beautiful little lyrical pieces of our author, which by being fcattered up and down in his voluminous dramatic works, are, from their fituation, not fo much known and noticed as they fhould be, but which contain fome of the most musical and mellifluous lines he has ever written. Dr. J. WARTON. |