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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

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

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