BACCHUS. I'm glad I was prevented. JUPITER. A lucky disappointment, on my life, All love is thrown away upon a wife: Aside. How sad! My interruption could not please her. She moves my pity— CUPID. Soften, Jove, and ease her. JUPITER. Juno, thy hand, the girls no more I'll drive at, AIR. Smooth the furrows of thy brow, Jove is all the lover now; Others he'll no more pursue, But be ever fix'd to you. JUNO. Then contented I resign, My prerogative of scolding; When my arms with thine are folding. CUPID. Then jolly Bacchus, why should we stand out, AIR. Love and wine uniting, Rule without controul; Are to the sense delighting, And captivate the soul. Love and wine uniting, Are every where ador'd; All heav'n they can afford. BACCHUS. Zounds, I agree, 'tis folly to oppose it: Let's pay our duty here, and then we'll close it. To you, ye brave, ye fair, ye gay, CUPID. For you, ye fair, whose heavenly charms, Make all my arrows useless arms; JUNO. Ye brave, the pillars of the state, For you the rushing clang of arms, The yell of battle and alarms, JUPITER. From you, ye glories of mankind, CHORUS. So when along the eastern skies, The glories of the morning rise, The humble flower which slept the night, Expands its beauties to the light, Glows in its glossy new array, And shines amidst the shining day. END OF THE REVENGE. SONGS. A BACCHANALIAN. SUNG BY Mr. REINHOLD. Bacchus, ever smiling Power, Here thy genuine nectar roll Bacchus, ever mirth and joy, Laughing, wanton, happy boy! Here advance thy clustered crown, Send thy purple blessings down; With the Nine to please conspire, Wreath the ivy round the lyre. |