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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37000	A new opera, call'd, Cinthia and Endimion: or, The loves of the deities. As it was designed to be acted at Court, before the late Queen; and now acted at the Theatre Royal, by His Majesty's servants. The second edition. Written by Mr. D'Vrfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1697 (1697)	Wing D2752A; ESTC R213532	36,920	56

their Divine Perfection take from you Since your Approach the Groves refin'd have been And the wildest Shepherds now forget to sin Endim. All Vice from their rebellious Blood is driven And now the talk of you equal with Heaven Should you another Month these Lawns possess The Court of Iove would suffer a Disgrace And fam'd Ionia prove the holier Place Cinth Oh Vice of Courts How wretched should I be If I were pleas'd to hear this Flattery Daph. In this soft-tongu'd Endimion you may find The vile Epitome of all his Kind Men are the grand Originals of Vice Train'd up in Mischief Treachery and Lies Debauch'd in Nonage profit not by Rules To Fools are Wits but witty Womens Fools Betrayers of our Liberties and Rest And she that scapes them is for ever blest Psyche Tho' some are bad sure all Men are not so Have they no Mark by which a Maid may know If in my Bosom any Ill could be My very Blushes would discover me My Eyes the Falshood of my Heart betray Syrinx Poor Ignorance thou art of Yesterday Else thou wouldst know we are as false as they As skill'd in all the Doubles of the Mind Deceipt Fool is the Character of our Kind For which of us e're vow'd her Love was true That had not first learnt to dissemble too Men must be fool'd and when this Art we prove Fraud stands for Truth Hypocrisie for Love Cinth O thou Defamer to thy Sex a Curse Rude Pan himself would not expose 'em worse The blasting Breath of Envy could not place A worse Detraction on the Female Race Men well may hear Invectives against them If thus they one another do condemn Let Musick sound dull Love or Flattery is A Subject fitter to be heard than this Musick here Cupid hovers o'er Cupid Now at my wished Haven to arrive I must a deep and subtle Plot contrive Infect proud Syrinx with a jealous Rage Which nought but Revenging can asswage Whilst Cinthia does for her Endimion pine And for his Love wish she were less Divine Ascends Cinth How my transported Soul this Musick charms How strangely how effectually it warms My Heart 's new tremblings troubles my repose My cold chast Zeal too on the Instant glows I rave and now think Iove of mean degree For yonder Youth seems more a God than he Heavens I 'm lost for still the more I gaze The more I dote upon his charming Face Hence from my sight thou Soncerer away To Endim. By all my Fame Death punishes thy stay From her high Sphere can Cinthia ever bow To meet a Fate so despicably low Immortal Gods if ever this can be May my own Stars against me Mutiny May my Illustrious Brother mount his Throne Ordain new Sway and rule the World alone Let Order cease through all the Earth and Sky Matter confus'd in huddled Attoms lye And Nature lose its Course rather than I. My Fate and Fame in my own Orb must move Or there 's no Deity worth Cinthia's Love Exeunt The End of the Second Act. ACT III. SCENE I. A cover'd Grotto at the end of a spacious Plain adorn'd with May-poles deck'd with Trophies Garlands Herds of Sheep and Goats at a distance feeding Enter a Satyr running with Flora in his Arms after him Hobinal Clout Tarbox and Lowbell fighting with three or four Satyrs Hobinal runs to Flora whom the Satyr le ts go to help his Fellows Hob. AH well done well done Son Clout I Clout has one down fack thwack him thwack him what hoa Neighbour Collin down with the shaggy Ruffians What hoa Neighbour Calls a 'tother side Collin what hoa Low Stick to him Tarbox turn the But-end of thy Staff to him Boy help help there 's another Goat upon him Tar. I warrant thee I have him by the beard Boy The Satyr is helpt up I 'll spoil his whiskers Hob. Neighbour Collin Neighbour Collin what hoa stand there Flora and don 't be afraid What have they odds of us nay then have at ye Fight agen then Enter Collin with a Flayl and beats of the Satyrs Collin Cheer cheer Neighbours cheer let me come to 'em I 'll thrash the Rogues I 'll maul ' em Hallow within then re-enter Low They are as swift-footed now as Stags now we have drub'd their Mettle up they run like Grey-hounds Tar. Gadslidlikins Neighbour Collin laid about him lightly Hob. Ah! he thrash'd 'em faith thank ye heartilly good Neighbour I 'm hugely oblig'd to ye and how does my Girl hum Clout How is 't Buddy hah How dost do Chick he has not hurt has he Flora. No not much he made my Arms ake a little with squeezing me so hard when he took me up first and the bristles of his Beard has made my Face smart a little but I 'm well e'ery where else Clout Ee poor Buddy I 'm glad on 't fackins Coll. But hark ye hark ye how began this Hubbub Neighbours come let me know all Hob. Why to be short then Neighbour Collin for I know you are a wise Man and can see into a Mill-stone without Spectacles You must know we live in a most confounded condition under this same Goat-fac'd God Pan here and his shag-rag Family our Wives and Daughters are not safe one hour of the day for ' em Low An hour no not a minute Neighbour why now for my part I 'm fain to milk my Cattle my self I dare not send my Wife out not I for fear of meeting 'em and having her own Milk spoil'd Coll. Well let Tarbox speak Come Neighbour what say you Tar. Why they wont so much as let a Cheese stand upon the shelf but they 'll ravish that too they 'll ravish any thing nothing comes amiss to 'em Neighbour Hob. Body o' me I 'm mortify'd when I think on 't why Neighbour I did but send the poor Girl out a door to the Well to fetch a Pitcher of water and whip one of these hairy Rag-muffins had trust her up as a Hawk does a Patridge and had'nt we come just in the nick and reliev'd her they would have us'd her as we do a wheaten Loaf every one by this time would have had a slice Coll. And for a Loaf not cup up before troth one slice might have been miss'd Neighbour Clout Gadsdiggers and then I should have had a fine Crust that am to marry her next Moon for she 's my Sweetheart you must know Master Collin Art not Flora hah Lamb. Flora. Yes so my Mother says but heark ye what shall I be the better for being so Clout Oh! a great deal Chick a great deal when thou com'st to understanding There there 's a Plumb-Cake for my Lamb. Flora. Oh good here 's a pure kind Sweetheart well I 'm resolv'd now I will have him Clout Go go home Buddy and dip it in the Cream Pan do Lamb. Flora. Oh! God so I will Ivads Exit Flora. Hob. Ah! poor fool And thus we are serv'd Neigbours ever since they came hither

be currant or no presently 't is God Mercury who I hear is ordered to impeach us and hurry us to tryal Collin Ay let them try what they can I 'll get one witness or two out of the way I 'll warrant ye Enter Mercury Merc. How now what are these the Rogues that Minos and Radamanthus have sent for to try and punish about defying the Deists Clout An please your Worship your Lordship your Dukeship your Godship my Lord we are poor ignorant People and have been very much seduced and please ye we have been confoundedly led by the Nose as the saying is Collin Led by the Nose hold your peace Calves head Merc. What then it seems you are the Champion to defend their Iniquities come let 's hear what do you say Collin Nothing Merc. You can look sawcily I perceive what are you hah Collin I don't know look ye shan't catch me Merc. How Sirrah not know your self Collin No may be I don't know my self but I believe I know you I 'm no Thief Merc. No Thief Sirrah Collin No I say I 'm no Thief peoples Spoons and Forks may lie in quiet for me make the best of that again I say Merc. You are a rare sawcy Slave indeed Sirrah do you know who I am Collin Yes I think I do and harkee don't you believe because you are a God that you should play the Devil with me nay never frown for the matter lookee I don't fear ye and if you 'll do any thing upon the square say but the word I 'm ready why you are no more than one of us now mun Merc. 'T is very well Rascal but sure we shall hamper ye Collin We ay I thought you wou'd want help and I 'll try if I can match your Cock faith harkee Brother thou look'st To one of the Furies stand by me and let him send for his Brother Mars if he will we 'll thrash him I 'll warrant thee Hob. Ah 't is likely they 'll take your part did you ever hear such a sawcy Rogue Neighbours let 's knock him down Collin Say ye so nay if the Gods and Devils are reconcil'd here 's like to be a strange World but come fall back fall edge I 'll stand to 't till my Stampers fail me come all together if you will I 'll have a brush with ye faith I 'll ne'er go to Goal tamely not I Zoons I 'll thump some of you Merc. You that expect favour from the Judges seize him and bring him away Collin Why Tarbox Clout why Hob Slaves Nincompoops ah ye cowardly Rogues Zooks give me fair play and bring half a Dozen of your shamakin Gods I 'll drub 'em bring Iupiter I 'll break his head I 'll Cuckold him fair play fair play ye Rogues Exeunt Scene changes to the Grove where Endimion lies Enter Syrinx Syrinx HOrror surrounds me wheresoe'er I go And each green Covert seems the seat of Wo Tremblings and Fear do all my Spirits seize And as I walk methinks amongst the Trees Daemons peep out and mock my Miseries Oh that I could from Fate Endimion save Or could expell the Poyson that I gave But 't is too late to wish it Enter Cupid Cupid This is she Whose canker'd Malice Pride and Treachery Has made me use her as my Property Her Envy true desert to none allows But still to all her Sex base Rancour shows I 'll try her with my Psyche's character I 'll pardon all if she prove just to her Syrinx What lovely Youth is this Cupid Bright Virgin may A harmless Boy desire your patient stay To tell him where he may fair Psyche find Fair Psyche the too charming too unkind For I have wandered all the live long day And stranger to these Groves have lost my way Syrinx Close by a Brook that glides through yonder Meads Abeaten Path to Cynthia's Palace leads There you may find the Dowdy you think fair Cupid Think so sweet Nymph why then does any there Any of Cynthia's Nymphs with her compare Pray speak for I 'll believe it from your Tongue Another I should think might do her wrong Is she not wondrous beautifull Syrinx She 's young Cupid Young as the Infant-Blossoms of the Spring And fragrant as the Odors which they bring The season smiles whene'er she walks abroad She 's all divine a Mistriss for a God Syrinx Whate'er she is you are in Love I find All Colours are alike to those are blind Cupid My Eyes are not so blind but I can see A Heavenly Beauty Syrinx Who has such Beauty Cupid She. Syrinx Alas poor Child you must instructed be Cupid 'Mongst Cynthia's Stars has there a brighter shone Syrinx Ye Novice yes a thousand I am one Cupid But then her Innocence you must allow No guilt e'er sully'd yet her Snowy Brow A Virgin Vertue from all Vice so free There 's nothing purer in Divinity Syrinx That creature well may for a Vertue pass And innocent that no Temptation has Cupid Has she not Charms that every heart does rule Syrinx Charms thou mean'st Freckles pish the Boy 's a Fool Her Legs are crooked Cupid Hah Syrinx Her Eyes are sore Cupid Monstrous Syrinx A Dowdy as I said before Cupid Be dumb abhorr'd Detractor speak no more But swift Destruction for thy Malice find Thou venom'd Vermin of the Serpent kind Psyche shall be as far above thy fate As at this Moment she 's above thy hate Which to confirm my self I this make known I am the God of Love Syrinx And I undone Cupid I rule all hearts in Earth or Heaven above And thou the worst that e'er hadst grace to love In my revenge shall fall unpitied Syrinx Stay Kneels Oh turn nor thus thy charming Eyes away But hear me speak and mitigate thy hate Repentance to a God ne'er came too late Cupid No thy vile Sin deserves severest pain Who dares infringe the Laws that I maintain Makes the great end of her Creation vain The envious Fair has Beauty worse bestow'd I 'll punish thee to shew I am a God Exit Cupid Syrinx He 's gone the Monarch of our Soul is gone And leaves me here to hate my self alone Cynthia by him will my late mischiefs know But let him tell more obstinate I 'll grow More ills to guard the first I will pursue And shew what Woman when provok'd can do I 'll to my doting Lover Pan repair Wheedle and make him by his God-head swear That I am guiltless of that curst Affair And see he comes in th' opportunity As fit as Hell approv'd my Policy Now Female subtilty inspire my Brain And let not Woman have a Wit in vain Enter Pan. Pan. What have you done why was the fatal Drug By me design'd so well so ill employ'd Now by my Heards this act so much hath wrong'd me I curse your Beauty and my foolish Grant Syrinx When you once know the Justice I have done you You 'll thank me for the deed he was your