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A55543	A new opera called Brutus of Alba, or, Augusta's triumph as it is acted at the theatre in Dorset-Garden, by His Majesty's servants.; Brutus of Alba	Powell, George, 1658?-1714.; Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717.; Verbruggen, John, d. 1708?; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Brutus of Alba.	1697 (1697)	Wing P3052; ESTC R32181	23,318	55

Heavens peculiar Care Mercury 〈◊〉 Tha. Since our Albion is returning All our blazing Bonfires Burning Ioyn each Loyal Heart and Hand Each Attending All Knees Bending Triton's Sounding Shores Rebounding Send my Iolly Neptunes Sons to Land A Dance of Nerieds Augustus Thamesis and their Attendance all Sink Aug. Now Seraphina to perform your Charge Locrindus Son to this Victorious King Is on his march and will be here this Night The false Arsaracus that was left in Charge Of this blest Island and fair Amarante Who is by Contract joyn'd to the Young Prince Tries by all Arts he can to gain her Love The Curst Magician Coreb does attend him And Calls the Powers of Hell to his Assistance Therefore you must be Watchful Seraphino Ser. Fear not my Angel lo but see he comes His working Brain I know Presages Mischief But he shall find that all the Power of Hell Will prove too Poor and Weak to Combat Heaven They both Aescnd The Scene continues Enter Arsaracus Solus Ars. Why am I thus perplext She 's in my Power But Oh! What Power can stand against her Beauty Am I to blame to Court the smiles of her Who Captivates the Heart of Royal Brutus That mighty Conqueror submits to her He that is Born the certain Scourge of Gaul He that with Conquest still comes Ushered Home Our Second Mars yields to this Lovely Venus Enter the Amarante Reading Behold she comes Oh! wou'd our Artists draw A Scene of Heaven there is the lovely Pattern Am. Surpriz'd by him alone Oh! my just Fea●s Arsa. Why do ye slie me then my beauteous Charge Am. Why do ye Haunt me thus Deceitful Guardian Arsa. Can you Condemn the wretch who ventures Life To obtain Food when Famine has oppress'd him When the poor Slave tuggs at the Labouring Oar His Body Gash'd with Stripes and Parch'd by th' Sun His Eye-lids shrowding in their drowzie Balls His Joynts quite Numb'd and yet Compell'd to Toyl Is he to blame to beg of Heaven for Ease Amar. They that Request of Heaven what is unjust shou'd Not alone denial meet but Punishment When our Great Master left his drooping Kingdom Left the soft Joys of Peace for dangerous War When he had Conquer'd his resistless Love And left me to the Prince his Royal Son He then my Lord bequeath'd me to the Care And sure he thought your Virtue was so firm You wou'd not Ruine what you shou'd Protect Arsa. If Kneeling thus with humble Adoration Begging of you my only Heaven for Mercy If Sighs and gushing Tears and broken Slumbers With all the Racks of a despairing Lover If these speak Ruine sure they speak to me Amar. What wou'd you have me do Arsa. Give me your Love Amar. I cannot Arsa. Why Amar. It is the Princes Right The Prince the Noble Prince the Prince that rais'd you Royal Locrinus that bestow'd all Favours That you could Ask or he had power to give Arsa. What Titles Power or Wealth can he bestow To equal the bright Jewel he takes from me Empires and Worlds wou'd be too mean a prize To Purchase the vast Treasure of your Love Amar. Empires and Worlds can never change my Heart Oh! No 't is sixt 't is rooted to my Lord's Here on my Knees to Heaven and you I swear If you persist on this ungrateful Subject The King and Prince shall know how faithfully You have Discharged the Trust they laid upon you Arsa. Yet stay and hear me Offers to God Amar. No I never will Till you have found some other Theme to talk of Arsa. Farewell then scornful Beauty now by Love Exit That Love which thou so Ill repay'st I 'll have thee At last thy Body shall be mine thy Mind Dispose on as thou wilt 't is Proud and Vain Enter Coreb. O Coreb Cor. How now my Lord still plagu'd with hopeless Love Still in pursuit of one who flies with scorn Still asking Heaven for what it will not grant Why do ye not Command your Faithful Coreb That has the power as well as will to serve you My Art has yet never been known to fail Pluto Allecto all have own'd my Charms The Infernal Court has waited my Command And shall agen to serve Arsaracus Arsa. O Coreb cou'd I purchase Amarante But for a Night for that one happy Night I 'd be content to bear Eternal Pain All Pains all Torments but the Wracks of Love Cor. Be Cool my Lord and take Advice from me The King has o're the Gauls a Victory gain'd Locrinus too his Son has won much Honour Who privately this Night comes to the Court The King is likewise Landed and will be At London in two Days and on the third The Marriage 'twixt Amarante and the Prince Will be with splendour Solemnized Arsa. Their Marriage Is this the Comfort that you made me hope O you have struck a Fire into my Veins That must be quenched with Blood Cor. I now y've hit it 'T is Blood and Royal-blood must work your Cure You shall not find me poor in my Assistance For I will give you Beauty and a Crown A Crown my brave Arsaracus think on that Open thy Heart and let Ambition in That glorious Ornament to Valiant Soul Arsa. A Crown and her I Love Oh! thou hast rouz'd me But say my better Self say thou great Artist Thou that hast Hell at thy command say how How shall I grasp the substance of those shadows That Dance about in glittering Forms before me Cor. Be still and silent silent as the Grave And what so e're you see or hear be constant Now you shall find whatever 't is I promise The whole Infernal Court shall ratifie You great Commanders of the Stygian Lake To whose known Power your Votary thus bowes Honour his Art and grace it with your Presence Whose Soul and Body is at your dispose The Scene Changes to a Poetical Hell there is a Figure of the Prometheus Chain'd to a Rock the Vulture knowing his Liver Sisiphus rowling the Stone beyond abundance of Figures in various Torments then a great Arch of Fire behind this a Pyramide of Flames in perpetual Agitation behind this glowing Fire which Terminates the Prospect then rises the Court of Pluto with him the Furies and Alecto Pluto Sings FRom Hills of Ice and Heaps of rowling Snow From Lakes of Fire that neither Ebb nor Flow From Sulphurous Flames and from Pestiferous Mists From Terrors Infinite where howling Guests Almost Affect there Torturers with their Cries Where Souls for ever Burn and never Die Where Misery is always but begun And only Wretched certainties are known Come we to know what Coreb wou'd Demand Coreb. Great Prince whose Faithful Subject I have been I do not now demand but do implore That you wou'd grant your Aid to this young Lord Love and Ambition both possess his breast Valiant he is and has a daring Soul Fit to command the Empire of the World Pluto What wou'd you have me do Cor. Most mighty Prince

Scaramouch Men and two Scaramouch Women Enter and Dance Then two Harlaquin Men and Women After the Dance Coreb speaks Cor. You see how very kind I have been to you which Kindness I 'll continue if you 're Faithful Spun. Faithful Pray Sir don't be so unkind as to doubt us Command us to Hang our selves and to shew how Zealous we are we won't stay for Ropes but do it in our own Garters Cor. Then hear me Friends The Prince this Morning goes to meet the King Now I would have you two with others that I have imploy'd already to intercept him and when you behold the Lord Arsaracas in private Conference with him strike this into his Heart Gives a Dagger Her We 'll do 't Spun. Fear not we 'll open his Belly and Hang him in his own Guts Cor. Come on then be but firm and you shall prosper Her Never doubt us Sir Come Page Alon. Exeunt The SCENE changes to the Cliff of Dover Augusta Thamesis and their Followers rise out of the Sea and Sing CHORUS HAil Royal Albion Hail to thee Sent from the Gods to set us free From Bondage and from Slavery Thamesis Hark I am call'd old Father Ocean Calls my Tide Come away On the Mounting Billows dancing See the Royal Bark advancing The Waves the Wind and Sea Are all at Albion's dear Devotion 1st Triton See the Merry Boatswain too Has call'd his Iolley Crew Chorus Come come come c. A Dance of six Watermen Neptune See see the Sea Gods trim thy Sails Every Nymph in all her Pride 1st Triton Wafted by the Calmer Gales O're thy own Main Triumphant Ride Augusta Each Neried does her Locks adorn And every Triion minds his Horn The Lovely Mermaid too behold How she Combs her flowing Gold Without a Snare or Charm she sings Welcome to the best of Kings Chorus Welcome c. Apollo descends in his Chariot Apollo Albion all Hail Thou Sacred Head Heavens Darling Care no Danger dread For Walls of Fate thy Life Enclose The Plots of thy Malitious Foes Abhor'd above Expos'd below Their own dull Light shall shew Treason which her Infernal Train Worke in her Hellish Mines in vain Chorus Albion all Hail c. Apollo My Oracles declare When he has done His finish'd Work of Fate And broke the Universal Yoke A Smiling Race of Years his Reign shall Crown A Song in Three Parts AT Albion's Return this Happy Isle Dries up her Widows Tears And with a Smile Plumes like a Bride With Ioy and Pride The Meadows smile the Groves and Flowers are Gay All Nature chears up at this Great and Glorious Day Cho. At Albion's Return c. Enter King Locrinus and two Lords King How different is the Clime to what I left it My Kingdom sure is by Enchantment Govern'd Musick attends us both by Sea and Land Eccho's of Joy still hover round about us But for what Cause Heaven only can be Judge 1 st Lord. It shews that Heaven rejoyces at your Safety King I hope I have with strictest Care perform'd The Charge which Heaven and you have laid upon me But blame me not if I appear Concern'd At the Unusual and Surprizing Accidents 2 d Lord. I must confess my Liege 't is most amazing Enter a Messenger King Thou seemst in hast Quickly declare thy Message Mess. My Leige the Prince your Son with a small Guard Was hasting to your Majesty While Treacherous Arsaracus who bore him Company Did with a band of Ruffins fall upon 'em But a strong Party of your Guards approaching The Villains fled but were soon overtaken And Arsaracus with the rest are bringing hither King Is 't possible Cou'd Arsaracus play the Villain And to my Son a Prince that made his Fortunes From a mean State raised him to Power and Greatness Where is there Truth or Honour to be found If those whom we have foster'd in our Bosoms Should like ungrateful Snakes sting to our Hearts Enter Locrinus Arsaracus Hersius Spungius c. Prisoners The Prince Kneels Locr. Angels be Guardians to my Royal Father And Heaven with Blessings Crown his Virtuous Reign May Treason be a Stranger to his Realms And all the Plots of his Malicious Foes Fall doably on the Curst Contrivers Heads King Thank thee my Son Rise let me look a little To see where Villain 's writ upon that Man Not in his Face that bears a shew of Honesty His Person too cast in a Noble Form No 't is within and his Ignoble Soul All over does the stamp of Villain bear Locr. Sir on my Knees I beg you 'd calm your Anger For he has made me ample satisfaction And by his free Confession clear'd the Fame Of my ador'd my best lov'd Amarante King Cou'd any Villain dare to blast her Virtue Locr. The Story Royal Sir's too long to tell But give me leave Sir to perform my Promise Which was to spare his Life and on my Knees I beg that you will grant it King I will my Son But never more appear within my Kingdom Go wander thro the World like the first Murderer Thou needst no Mark thy Crimes will speak themselves Arsar I go and Noble Prince the Life you give I 'le wear in hopes that it may do you Service My banishment I do Embrace with Joy and I have now no farther use for Life But to repent I ever wrong'd such Virtue Exit Locr. Now Villain what canst thou say Dor. Why I am sorry I have tane such pains to do so little mischief King Drag him to the Gibbet Cor. I defie ye Laugh at ye And when you see me next take care of me Sinks King Amazing Span. What is he gone and left us Why Bro. Hersius we shall never be able to find the way to the Devil without him Locr. Now what can you expect ungrateful Villains Hers. Why we expect to be hang'd and I dare Swear you won't let us go without our Expectations King To Prison with ' em Leave 'em to the Law They are not worth our Anger Come my Son I thought by mildness to have rul'd my Subjects But I perceive they 'l rowze the sleeping Sword And force Revenge from their Offended Lord. The End of the fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE the Thames As the King enters the Cave of Proteus rises which consists of Twelve Arches of the Tuscan Order The Frontispiece is adorn'd with a Tritan a Neired and several Sea-monsters enrich'd with Mother-Pearl Coral and Sea-shells At the farther end Proteus appears with his Followers who come forward and sing A SONG Proteus ALbion belov'd of Earth and Heaven Bid rough War and Battel cease Return with Fame when thou hast driven The hunted Tyrant down and given Europe a Vniversal Peace Chor. Albion belov'd c. Proteus Albion Albion Heaven attends him Heaven its Guardian-Angels lends him Nor wonder Heaven's best smile defends him When for Heaven his Sword he draws His Standard's Heaven and Heaven 's his Cause King You great all-knowing Powers that rule

ay Brother she 's a Charitable Woman rest her Soul She took us from the Gallows as I take it and instead of a Brace of Halters about our necks bestowed a brace of Gold Liveries upon our Backs Spun. We must have a great care Hercius how we talk For that 's a Develish religious young spark He has entertain'd my Lady all this morning With nothing but discourses of Elizium Her Elizium Prithee what 's that Spun. Nay Faith I can't tell he says he 'l give us An account of it one time or other Amar. Come Dear Augusta the Air methinks grows cold Let 's in Rag. Walk this way Madam for if I mistake not I see my Lord Arsaracus coming yonder His looks are full of Joy I hope Ragusa He brings some News of my dear Lord's return Ragu Pray Heaven he may for I am still in fear His ●lighted love at last may turn to hate Enter Arsaracus Arsa. Madam I beg you 'd pardon this intrusion But I have news will give you double Joy The dazling Vertues that enrich your mind Has turn'd the Love which was by you despis'd To true repentance for my great presumption Ioanna O cou'd I but believe your words were real Cou'd I but think you had Master'd your wild passion I shou'd with Joy not Anger look upon you Rich. Then on my Knees behold me a true Convert My stragling thoughts of honour all call'd back My Duty and Alleigance fizt so firm That Heaven it self applauds and Hell cant change it Sera Heaven knows thy heart but Hell commands thy actions Rich. Now Madam since I have with humblest duty Express'd my sorrow for my bold presumption I hope you will recall your wonted goodness And tho I have err'd make not my error known To my much iujur'd Prince and Royal Friend Who is Arrived and with impatience Lost Directs his steps this way Ioanna Ha! What said you Is my dear Lord in safety then return'd Oh! for thy News be all thy faults forgotten For what thou hast said brings to my heart more Joy Then thy ten welcome Love before brought horror Rich. The Shouts and Trumpets do proclaim him near May you be still a blest and happy pair While life does last and Hell make hast to part you Aside Trumpets sound Enter Locrinus attended Locri. Enough good Heaven You 'ave recompenc'd my pains The Toils the Hardships and the many dangers I have pass'd through you now have well rewarded So when the Soul is from the body fled Driven by Convulsive torments from its mansion Is of a sudden snatcht to endless bliss And all the wounds that it received on Earth Healed at last by the sweet balm of Heaven Amar. Oh! My dear Prince my ever honour'd Lord Your sight brings joys to great to be express'd Now Farewell all my fears all my disquiets You like the Sun have chased those Clouds away That hung between my happiness and me Locri. Durst any sawcy fear invade thy breast A Mansion fit for Angels to inhabit O let no Cares ever approach my fair one The burthen of thy sorrows lay on me And all the blessings of the World be thine Arsar Ten Thousand welcomes to my much lov'd Lord And may success still wait upon his Armes May he continue still the pride of Europe And Love and Conquest Crown his Youthful brows Locri. Arsaracus my best and truest Friend Thou faithful Guardian of this most loved Treasure Were I the Monarch of this Glorious Island Nay were the Universe at my dispose I cou'd not in that vast extent of Riches Find out a Recompence for all thy care Ars. I am my Lord sufficiently rewarded The Joy of seeing you so safe return'd Brings double blessings to your faithful Servant Sera Dissembling Hypocrite Aside Ama. My dearest Lord the night comes fast upon us And the bleak Air compels us to withdraw Loc. We will my fairest let me have one look more Here cou'd I grow gaze upon thee ever For all the Beauties of thy Sex are in thee Devouring Cankers gnaw upon her Beauty Till she 's despised and scorned as I am by her Asid● Locri. Before the Sun has finish'd twice his course I shall have full possession of my wishes The King my love the King my Royal Fathe● Has given his Consent to make me happy And Crown my Joys with thy desired embraces Oh the distracting hours that are to come Till Hymens Torch light to our Nuptial bed Impatience makes me angry with the Sun Who has so little care of longing Lovers As not to change his constant lazy course Were he a pitying God he 'd Lash his Steeds And drive his fiery Chariot with such hast That the Circumference of the mighty Globe In one short hour shou'd be encompass'd round Amar. Oh that your love wou'd keep thus firm for ever Forgive me my dear Lord forgive my fears I do not doubt your Faith but my own Merits Locri. Thou Sha't not doubt I 'm suce thou need'st not doubt For the Poles are not firmer fixt then I am Heaven thô it cast our Bodies in two moulds Gave but one Soul which cannot be divided We my Ioanna the decrees of Fate Shall first be blotted from their Sacred Roules Bright Phebas round the World refuse to move And cease to Shine e'er I can cease to Love Ex Manet Rich. Arsa. The Curse of Jealousie infect your minds But wherefore does the knawing VVorm despair Posses me now now when my hopes stnnd fair To ruin him both in his Love and Fortune Coreb. Enter Coreb. Cor. My Lord. Arsa. My ever faithful Friend Now is the time now if thou would'st assist me Lend me thy speedy Counsel what to do Cor. My Lord I have follow'd hitherto your fortunes And cannot rest till I have shewn my self What I profes your true and faithful Servant I see the Princes Love is desperate but withal I see a way to quench his violent flame As thus We must infect his mind with Jealousie Arsa. That be your task the rest let me perform Rich. What dost thou mean Which way can he be jealous That has the heart of one chast as Diana Cor. The Young Lord Soizinus is an instrument the fittest we can work on I will find A means to bribe her Servant i' th' mean time Do you endeavour to Possess the Prince And nothing shall be wanting to your wishes Rich. I will consider on t Cor. It does not need Why are you melancholy come my Lord Sir down I will divert your restless mind Where are my Damons let me have Music there Still him if possible in spite of Love And let him nod into forgetfulness He waves his wand and behind the Fountain rises a Triton and a Sea Nymph who sing a Dialogue A Dialogue between a Triton and a Nayad Triton OH Turn and be kind my dear Nymph of the Flood I burn in cold Water Love's fire 's in my blood At the bate of your Face some but nimble and

the World Who still to sure Success have guided me Thus on my Knees I pay with humble Duty Submissive Thanks for all these wondrous Blessings And you my faithful Subjects still shall find Your Liberties and Laws I will maintain And not with Terror but with Mercy reign Exit SCENE changes to a stately Palace compos'd of wreath'd Columns of the Corinthian Order the Wreathings are adorn'd with Roses and the Columns have several little Cupids flying about 'em and a single Cupid standing upon every Capitol At a good distance are seen three Arches which divide the first Court from the other part of the Building The Arches are beautified with Festoons all the Cupids Capitol and Enrichments are of Gold Enter Locrinus and Amarante Locr. Canst thou my Fair One be so charitable So kind so full of Goodness to forgive me Canst thou into thy Bosom take the Wretch Whose base Injustice banish'd thee his Sight Ama. My Lord I do with greater Joy receive ye Than I with Grief did leave ye Oh my Lord Did you but know the racking Pains I 've suffer'd For every moment you were absent from me Had I been guilty you 'd have pitied me Locr. My best belov'd I have sympathiz'd with thee Nor can I speak the Torments I 've endur'd Prometheus Vulture gnawing at his Heart Was a Delight to that which fed on me But laying thus my Head upon thy Bosom I find a soveraign Balm for all my Sorrows Enter King attended King Rise rise you greatest Blessings of my Age You great and virtuous Patterns of all Goodness Ama. Welcome my Royal Lord Ten thousand Welcomes Your drooping Kingdom now will raise her Head And gaze with Joy upon her great Deliverer King Come hither Son and from my Hand receive The greatest Gift that I have Power to give May you be happy both and Hymen wait With all the Marriage-Joys about your Bed Roth Eternal Blessings Crown your Royal Head Soft MVSICK Seraphino descends King Ha! Behold my Son The Heavenly power that unseen was with us Now shews its dazling Form and wondrous Beauty Ama. Thou Glorious Minister of those Powers we serve For thou art more than Mortal Is 't for us That thou hast left thy Heavenly Habitation And vouchsat'st tho Glorified to take my Servants habit For put off thy Divinity So look'd My lovely Seraphino Seraph Know I am the same And still the Servant to your Piety Your Zealous Prayers and Pious Deeds first won me To Guide your Steps I tried your Charity When in a Beggars shape you took me up And cloath'd my naked Limbs and after fed me O let the world by your example learn To look upon the poor with gentle Eyes I never left you yet nor will I now But will be still a Guard to you and Albion Blessings shall wait on him where e're he goes And Great Augusta Triumph o're her Foes MVSICK A very large Machine descends the Figure of it is Oval the Clouds Gold with Figures of Cherubims flying about In this Machine sits Apollo Cupid Mars Vulcan Juno Venus c. Apollo sings Apollo From the Imperial Court of Jove From the great Divan above I come to bid the Conquering Albion reign Soveraign Lord of Land and Main Albion nurst in Honour's School Shall with Heroick Virtues rule A Symphany After that a Dialogue Cupid Sings Cupid The God of Love with all his Train Shall wait great Albion o'er the Main My Mother Venus shall attend him And great Mars in War befriend him Mars Venus and Cupid shall all be at hand To wait your great Hero's Command Vulcan Why how ' now Youngster now I find It is by your kind Aid My Virtuous Wife to Mars is joyn'd And I a God-like Cuckold made O Cupid Cupid O Vulcan Vulcan Is this like a Son To see your poor Daddy abus'd Cupid And was 't like a wise God to marry with one That to Cuckolding was so much us'd Vulcan Come come young God since it is so I 'll break your Arrows and your Bow Cupid No pray now Father spare 'em and I 'll take care to be Vulcan As great a Knave to others as thou 'st been to me Mars Cease Vulcan cease or strait prepare To feel the angry God of War Thy Son 'gainst all thy Force I will maintain And soon will Vulcan Cuckold me again Then repine not you Mortals but lead merry Lives For a God can be Bully'd you see Then lose not your Blood in defence of your Wives But he Cuckolds tame Cuckolds like me Mars Venus Vulc. Cupid Then repine not you Mortals but lead merry lives For a God can be Bully'd you see Then lose not your Blood in defence of your Wives For a Cuckold great Vulcan must be A SONG I 'T IS vain to tell me I am deceiv'd For Celia seems so kind 'T were Sin she shou'd not be believ'd Since I no Cheat can find If Flattery with Falshood lye In her soft Youth conceal'd A thousand times I 'd rather dye Than have the Truth reveal'd II. Let busie Fools in Libels rail Their Malice I 'll outbrave O●r me no Scandal shall prevail So she the Appearance save For if I think I have her Heart My own for hers is due Let her but act the tender part I 'll think the Ioy is true Apollo See where Triumphant Fame prepares to sing The Glories of your King A Symphany As Apollo's Heaven ascends the Temple of Fame rises from underneath the Stage in which is Fame and his Followers Fame comes forward with his Followers and sings Fame You Nymphs that attend the Soveraign Barge Guard guard your Royal Charge And let your loyal Hands the Bark support With all the Glory of your Watry Court Chor. Then let your Royal c. Fame Pleasure and Ioy shall waft him o'er And Triumph eccho round from Shore to Shore Grand Chor. Pleasure and Ioy c. A Dialogue between an Old Man and a Young Girl O. Man WHy dost thou fly me pretty Maid Tho' old I feel Loves Fires Which can't be quench'd without thy Aid Then prithee Fair One be not cold For tho' 't is true I 'm very old I still have young Desires Girl Nay prithee dear Nestor cease cease this Discourse For I have often been told That for a young Virgin there is nothing worse Than to Bed with a Man that is old O. Man You much mistake my pretty Fair For Old Men always constant are Girl I do not doubt your Constancy For Age of course must constant be Your Youthful Vigour being gone You scarce can think of more than One. O. Man Is there nothing then can gain ye Girl Yes yes there is O. Man Here 's Gold will that obtain ye Girl O sie pish pish O. Man See here is store of Gold Girl O fie fie fie you 'r Old O. Man No matter Child here 's Gold She takes it Girl Well I 'll take it for once but I must have more For this is too little to win me O. Man Nay rather than so thou sha't have all my store And if that fail the Devil is in thee Girl I thank you and now I must go O. Man And I will go with thee Girl O no no no no. O. Man Why sure Child you won't serve me so Girl Indeed but I must O. Man Then give me my Gold Girl No I never make Presents to Men that are Old She runs off and he after her Fame Now Fame's loudest Trumpet sound Albion from Pole to Pole rebound Let all let all his Titles rattle Founder of Peace and God of Battle King Let 's haste to pay or Sacrifice to Heaven And then to War I will again return Our Foes I hear already take the Field Therefore my Son to you I leave the Charge Of this my Kingdom with full Power to act As you shall best think fit Locr. Which Power my Lord I hope I shall discharge with Care and Justice Now Amarante now the time is come That I so long have with Impatience wish'd for Yet tho' I 'm blest with Love I still shall mourn And find no Joy till your most-wish'd Return FINIS BOOKS Printed for and Sold by S. Briscoe in Covent-Garden 1. THE Histories and Novels of the late Ingenious Mrs. Behn viz. Oroonoko Agnes de Castro Fair I●lt Lover's Watch and Lucky Mistake with several Love-Letters of hers never before printed and Memoirs on her Life by a Lady of her acquaintance and exact Effigies of her engraven on Copper 8vo 2. Familiar Letters written by Mr. Dryden Mr. Wycherly Mr. Congreve Mr. M and Mr. Dennis with select Letters of Mons. Voiture translated by Mr. Dryden and Mr. Dennis and large Additions to this second Edition now to be speedily publish'd 3. Letters written by the Right Honourable the late Earl of Rochester Mr. T. Otway Madam Phillips and T. Brown 8o 4. There is in the Press likewise a Second Volume compos'd of several of the most eminent past and present Wits viz. Rochester c. PLAYS printed for S. Briscoe 1. Love's last-Shift or the Fool in fashion a Comedy by Mr. Cibber Servant to His Majesty 2. Love for Money or the Boarding-School a Comedy by Mr. Durfey 3. Fatal Mistake or the Plot spoil'd by I. Haines 4. The very good Wife a Comedy by an unknown Hand 5. The Wives Excuse or Cuckolds make ' emselves by Mr. T. Southern 6. The True Widow a Comedy by Mr. Shadwell 7. The Marriage-hater match'd by Mr. Durfey 8. The Country Wife by Mr. Wycherly 9. Tye Richmond Heiress or Woman once in the right by Mr. Durfey 10. Rule a Wife and have a Wife by Beaumont and Fletcher 40. with Amendments