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 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 ship 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. Let me go, PHILLIS. let me run, let me fly to his arms. AMYNTAS. If all the fates combine, 16 And all the furies join, I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the charm. [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace.] PHILLIS. Shall I marry the man I love? 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. 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.] *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 fast pursue. See, how on every bough the birds exprefs, They all enjoy, and nothing fpare; But on their mother Nature lay their care: Why then should man, the lord of all below, 10 Such troubles choofe to know, As none of all his fubjects undergo? Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall, Dafh, dash, upon the ground, 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. SONG, IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR. I LOOK'D and faw within the book of fate, When many days did lour, When lo! one happy hour Leap'd up, and smil'd to fave the finking state; A day fhall come when in thy power Thy cruel foes shall be ; Then fhall thy land be free: And then in peace fhall reign; But take, O take that opportunity, 5 |