Rival Pan. My Rival Syrinx A most pernicious one a close Pursuer I ne'er cou'd rest in quiet for him Pan. Villain I care not then if he were dead Angrily But is it possible you cou'd do you this for me Syrinx I cou'd do any thing for him I love Pan. And do you love me Syrinx Do I love my Soul Passionately Pan. My Life Kisses her hand Syrinx My Heart Pan. She stings me more and more I 'm mad she never was so kind before She 's now my own and meets my Love with Passion Syrinx Oh thou sweet Devil dear Dissimulation Aside Pan. What shall I do for thee Syrinx One thing particularly When Cynthia summons us about this business As 't is most like she will be sure t' excuse me Vouch and declare that I am innocent You are a God and I a poor weak Woman One that has many Foes and want your help Do this and boldly I am yours for ever Pan. Yes I will do it tho' the Oracle roar In Thunder louder than a teeming Cloud I will my self expound the mistick meaning And turn it upon any one but thee For thee Apollo I 'll once more abuse And save my Love tho' I my Godhead lose Enter Mercury Merc. I 'm sorry that I bring so ill a Message But know from th' mighty Thunderer I come To summon both of you to make appearance Before the bright Assembly of the Gods Apollo will again be deifi'd And being join'd with Cupid has impeach'd ye Of poys'ning Endimion I have command To bring ye instantly Pan. Iove must be obey'd But who interpreted the Oracle Merc. Apollo privally to Cynthia who makes his peace With Iove come the time wasts Pan. Well well I go They soon will find my Innocence is pure I never poyson'd him Syrinx Nor I I 'm sure Exeunt Enter Psyche Psyche I that was wont to tremble at the night In solitary darkness now delight Welcome a welcome then thou friendly shade That hid'st the sorrow of a love-sick Maid Tho' all the Stars withdraw their Lustre now And fate sits cloudy upon Cinthia's brow Since her Eclipse tho' black Saturnia reigns Whilst gazing Nations wonder what it means Yet this dear secret benefit is wrought Darkness is fittest for a Lover's thought Where art thou thou dear subject of my sighs Where dost thou hide thee from my longing Eyes And yet convey such Charms into my breast That since I saw thee wou'd not let me rest Hah who comes here by that majestick Mein Clouded in sorrow it show'd be the Queen Going to see Endimion Enter Cynthia Veil'd a Paper in her hand Cynthia Heaven's decree Sure can no scandal to my Vertue be Unerring sacred Oracles relate That I am Mistriss of Endimion's fate And that a Kiss can a new life create A Kiss ye Powers must divine Cynthia be A Sacrifice to mens necessity My Lips have yet their sacred Sweets retain'd And with unhallow'd touch was ne'er prophan'd And shall they now that glory lose oh never Rather than so Gods let him sleep for ever Who 's there Psyche 'T is I. Cynthia My Psyche Psyche Yes Cynthia Alas What fortune brings thee to this mournfull place Thy happy hours no stormy cares invades Content Love's light 't is greif that seeks the shades Psyche Of that a weighty share I challenge too For Madam I do hourly grieve for you Some little sorrow my own cause I lend But much more grief for you my Queen Cynthia Your Friend Psyche How long must we in dreadfull Shades abide How long will th' starry Queen her Lustre hide What says the Oracle pray give me leave To know the Mystery and why you grieve Cynthia Sweet Innocence the Cause will soon appear And therefore all my Discontents read there 'T is th' Oracle that shews me to prolong Endimion's life but does my Virtue wrong Psyche reads When she whose Figure 's like the World 's vast frame That 's always one yet never is the same Constant yet waning still when most encreas'd Descends to Kiss and make Endimion blest Then that which seems like death shall take No more effect but he that sleeps shall wake Psyche Oh ye immortal Pow'rs what 's this I read If this be true if it be so indeed Upon the Truth my lasting Joy does move For when she Kisses him I gain my love Apart Now I remember well 't was so decreed Cynthia Now tell me am I fit for such a deed Does such an action suit my state and name Psyche Yes and 't will add to your eternal fame Eagerly Great Iove will crown it you 'll the pattern be Of noble Justice sacred Clemency Cynthia Rather disgrac'd that I shou'd stoop so low Psyche Ah Madam if you love me do it now Cynthia How concern'd she is Psyche Alas what harm can there be in a kiss A touch a nothing hardly worth a name So innocent so hurtless to your fame That harmless Doves I 've seen in sunny weather To coo and kiss for half an hour together Nay I have don 't nor thought Lips less sweet A thousand times to my dear Paraquite Cynthia Tho' not my Lips my Honour may be wrong'd Psyche Ah never since Endimion's life 's prolong'd A pitying Glance on the poor Youth afford Think how by him great Cynthia was ador'd By him your Statues was with Garlands crown'd And tho' no favour in your Eyes he found By him you still was lov'd and still renown'd Cynthia If he aspires to me his Love 's a fault Psyche Not when it comes no farther than a Thought Ah Madam at your feet does Psyche lie Kneels to her Kiss him pray kiss him now now presently Cynthia Her Zeal poor Girl is half turn'd Lunacy Let me consider Psyche In the mean time see The suffocating Nations all like me In mystick Rites and solemn Songs implore This heavenly grant which will their Moon restore Here enters an Antimask of Nations of Arabs Indians Moors with Noisy Instruments in their Hands Nymphs Rivers attending SONG by a Druid BLack and Gloomy as the Grave Or Chaos once sad Nature lies Some pitying Power the Nation save Ere cruel Fate all things destroys Let Martial Musick loudly charm This horror of Eclipse away Let Trumpets sound Drums beat alarm And sacred Light as lately sway That in Groves and in Plains The Nymphs and the Swains May sing to each other new Ioys And the Satyrs and Fawns Trip ore the green Lawns When Cynthia unvails her bright Eyes Chorus That in Groves c. A Dance here of Arabs Indians Moors c. which done all kneel Cynthia comes on Cynthia Virtue with pity shou'd be still endow'd 'T is a rank Vice in Greatness to be proud What tho' the World that I 'm a Goddess know Fix'd in a sphere so high and he so low Yet my conspicuous Grandure must not be Example for relentless Cruelty Besides the Oracle of Iove has said It must be so and Iove must be obey'd Psyche thou
more am pleas'd That we are from his gaudy Beams releas'd For by a Light that breaks thro' yonder Skies And a bright Crescent that does rise Cinthia I see draws near Great Cinthia in her Splendor will appear GRAND CHORVS Let Nature then revel in Joy and Delight Let Cinthia and Iove be the Chorus to Night The God of all Power and Goddess of Light EPILOGUE to the OPERA Mr. Dogget dress'd like Collin rises from under the Stage as frighted OH oh Groans From Crouds of Rogues that did like me rebel Good People I am just now scap'd from Hell By lucky Fortune and Apollo's Grace I shall love Wit the better all my Days Repriev'd from Pluto's smoky Dungeon-hole A Convert to save yours and my own Soul Ah Criticks leave off then to Damn our Rhimes Lest you are Damn'd yourselves these devilish Times For had you seen what I have seen below Such Reformation would amongst you grow You 'd hear the Parson oftner than you do You 'd have a wiser Rellish of what ill is And damn no more your poor Souls for your Phillis Your Cloris Daphne or your Amarillis You 'd leave the wanton Dabling in the Palm No more Chant Bawdy Songs but Howl a Psalm Little did I think in that Station new To find so much Acquaintance 'mongst that Crew But there they were A sad Tale but 't is true The Quoif the Cassack Red-coat and the Blew The Cit the Lawyer and the Soldier bold And more damn'd Vintners than the place would hold Yet for all these the Virtuoso's there If I observ'd right were Hell's choicest Ware Much more regarded than the duller Fry The Devil of late loves learned Company Time was a House-breaker was a fine Guest But now he 's for a Wit that breaks a Iest And has for each Degree peculiar Rooms Fit Offices for every one that comes For th' Lord is the large Dining-room assign'd The Bed-chamber for th' Lady that is kind The low Mechanick is a Kitchen-dweller For Pimps the Hall for Poets is the Celler For Plotters a huge Slaughter-house they frame Where one expected was of noted Fame Fer fer fer fer I 'm sure you know his Name I ask'd If he e'er yet had seen his Room 'T was answer'd No But he was sure to come Shock'd at that News I ran away for fear And finding Friends made shift to get up here An humble Penitent now as true and loyal As are the glittering Sun-beams to the Dial. Take good Example then and mend your Lives Beat all your Whores good Sirs and Buss your Wives On Wit no more a barbrous Censure pass But let Good-nature shew that you have Grace So you may have the Peace you wish the Land And Tallies and New Money answer your Demand CINTHIA and ENDIMION A Dramatick Opera ACT I. The SCENE appears more lightned Variety of Birds are heard Singing and several Flutes as suppos'd play'd on by the Inhabitants Shepherds then Enter Apollo dress'd like a Shepherd with him Endimion Apol. HEark Heark Endimion Listen to these Strains The skilful Breath of some contented Swains That know the Soul of Life is Harmony Mind every Note observe each softning Cadence And when thou hast done feasting thy pleased Ear Then tell me if Apollo is not wretched Beyond the basest Mortal here below Endim. Divine Apollo Iove will soon relent Finding his Glories dearkned by the Loss Of the chief Light of his Eternal Palace The God of Musick Wit and Poetry As he is just he 's merciful I once prov'd it When an abhorr'd Detractor the Court being here Envying the Grace I found in Iuno's Eyes Strove to possess him that she was too kind Then urg'd him straight to doom me for Presumption To take a Drug brought out of Hell from Proserpine Which could cause Sleep perpetual But Iove Scorning his Malice rais'd me more to Favour And so no doubt e're long he will Apollo Banish your Grief then and unclowd your Eye These Strains alas are dull when you are by Apol. Once I indeed was Soveraign of Arts When through the dazling Empire of the Sky No Deity aspiring to be fam'd Durst vie with me to please my Heavenly Father The Lucid Glories circled round my Head And when I sung and touch'd my charming Lyre None durst presume to equal but admire Endim. Are ye not still the same Apol. Oh no 't is gone My Godhead now is dwindled to Mortality My Triumph's turn'd to Sorrow which still drop From my full Eyes like Showers of Winter Rain I now retain no Spark of what 's Above Or of Divinity but that I love Endim. The ambitious Son of Neptune the fierce Cyclops That forg'd the Thunder for the King of Gods Slain by your Hand I know first caus'd your Exit But of your Love till now I nothing knew Sure great Apollo is not unsuccessful Apol. Whiter than Parian Marble but as cold Is the Celestial Nymph that I adore She has a Face where Beauty sits in State Adorn'd with blooming Sweets two Starry Eyes Bright as her Soul so Heavenly languishing So full of liquid Love and sprightly Joy That an old Critick dogged from his Cradle And bred unnatural would gaze and wonder A Glance shou'd so confound Philosophy Her Name is Daphne Endim. Then I know her well She now has Residence in Cinthia's Court Apol. So Hermes told me on Aâ—â—risus Bank Where late I kept the King Admetus's Sheep In 〈◊〉 Degree Iove's dreadful Rage then plac'd me For her Sake lovely Youth I wander here Courting the mournful Shades obscurely The worst of Mortals now tho' late a Deity Endim. If Love Omnipotence a Curse design'd I am most Curst of all poor Human Kind Beauty o're me so absolute does Reign I think it Heaven to Love altho' in vain Yet all must own the Passion Great and Noble A Joy the best of all the Gods has sigh'd for And to obtain it chang'd Immortal Being Oh! Cinthia thou Extream of Excellence Aside But hold rash Tongue thy helpless Woe conceal This Mistery Fate only must Reveal Enter Hermes Hermes Endimion from the Starry Queen I come To Summon your Attendance at their Revils By leave from Iove to finish an Affair Of some great Consequence she lately here Descended But yet as if he blam'd her Curiosity He smiling gave Command that for a Month The time ordain'd for her Abode on Earth That she and all of us should be Translated And in a Mortal State be Subject to The Accidents Passions and Punishments Of this Inferiour World You 'll have good Sport faith For ten to one some of our Gods fly out To try their new Humanity For my part If I 'scape Whipping-post or Stocks I 'm happy Endim. With eager Duty I obey the Summons 'T will be some Pleasure to stand gasing by For tho' it starve my Heart 't will feast my Eye Exit Endim. Herm. Wonder invades my Sense yet no disguise Can hide the great Apollo from my Eyes I
know that Awful Godlike Form too well And know besides 't was Daphne brought him hither Oh! Love how powerful is thy Decree 'Mongst all the Gods sure I shall envy thee How blest are those caught in thy charming Snare And yet how blest am I whose Heart 's as free as Air. Apollo You 'r merry Hermes Hermes Brisk as the wanton Winds That â—iss the Beauty of the blooming Spring I have no Female-tyrants to torment me Employ'd with my two Trades Lying and Stealing I 've been so full of Business Love is routed I have no time for silly Sighs and Whinings The most attractive Nymphs I dare defie And all the Shafts in Love's Artiliry Apollo Take heed he 'll be reveng'd unless by Art You steal away the Weapons that should wound ye Herm. By Styx I 'll do 't if e're I catch him sleeping Last night I stole out one of Iuno's Teeth And 't would have made you laugh to to see the Goddess Mumping her Chops and mumble her Ambrosia Like an old Wrincled Beldam at a Feast Apoll. No doubt 't was good diversion Herm. But the most pleasant Theft that e're I made Was upon Venus when I stole her Cestos When cunning Zephire fann'd her Tinsel-robe Discovering the white World of naked Beauties To all the wondring Synod of the Gods Apoll. Since your dislike of Love has made you Wise I think I ought to Court you for Advice What think you of a Woman Herm. As a Creature That a Man is cheated with by Partial Nature A fine gay colour'd Weed a guilded Pill A dear damn'd pretty necessary Ill. Apoll. Yet Men their Praise in loftiest Wit express Herm. That 's but a smoother carrying on the Jest And make the coy Fools easier to Possess Apoll. But Constancy in Love Herm. Sure never was 'T is a dull Notion to explain an Ass. The constant Wretch that does but one adore Has neither Wit or Courage to Love more Apoll. This Vice of Roving's natural to Hermes But prithee Friend go and Solicite for me Thou hast a winning Tongue practice on Daphne Tell her my Love in influencing Words Gain her and make Apollo thine for ever Herm. If Lying which you know is my chief Talent Will work upon her she shall have enough on 't I 'll go and my best Skill on th' Instant prove And if a wheedling Tongue or Tears can move The God of Wit shall never dye for Love Exit Herm. Apoll. By my Heart's throbbing anguish it appears That with Mortality I have its Cares Ah! why should Love a Torment prove to me That is to others a Felicity The Harmony that times their jarring Strife And sweetens all the Cares of anxious Life Crowning a Mortal with as blest a Fate As a superiour Power that did Create Here a Symphony of Flutes and Hautboys are heard Apoll. By these delightful Sounds that charm my Ear Too well I find the God of Love is near And see he comes Triumphant through the Sky Bourn by the Winds that Kiss him as they fly In Pan's close Covert I 'll my self conceal I dare not tempt new Wounds till the old can heal Exit Apollo Cupid Descends attended by Zephirus Cupid By Iove's high State and all the Court divine Once more I swear fair Psyche must be mine Whilst from his Palace slily I stole down To Exercise my Power on haughty Cinthia In this her Interval of Mortal State Because she still above defy'd my Power By matchless Beauty I am caught myself Oh! she is whiter than my Mother's Doves Nay than my Mother's self the Queen of Loves More Innocent than Virtue in Perfection And young as th' Morning when the rosie Nymph Blushes to leave the Bosom of her Lover With my own Hand I took my fatal Dart And wounded e're I was aware my Heart And now I Rave I Love to that degree To gain her I 'd renounce Divinity Yonder she comes Sing Zephirus O! sing Some happy Strain some gentle moving thing Whilst I with subtle Practice play my part And steal into her Fancy by my Art Enter Psyche The First Song by Zephirus I. MVsing on Cares of Human State In a sweet shady Grove A strange Dispute I heard of late 'Twixt Vertue Fame and Love A Swain that wanted grave Advice Their nice Opinions crav'd How he might to Elezian rise Or get a Place beyond the Skies Or how he might be Sav'd II. Nice Vertue preach'd Religion's Laws Paths to Eternal Rest To Aid his King and Country's Cause Fame councell'd him was best But Love oppos'd each noisie Tongue And thus their Votes out-brav'd Get get a Mistress Fair and Young Love fiercely constantly and long And then thou shalt be Sav'd III. Swift as a thought the Amorous Swain To Silvia's Cottage flies In soft Expressions told her plain The way to heavenly Ioys She who with Piety was stor'd Her Bliss no longer wav'd Pleas'd with the God they both ador'd First smil'd then took him at his word And this they both were Sav'd Enter Psyche Psyche Cloy'd with the noisie 〈◊〉 the Seat of Care As I each Evening hither came for Air Harmonious sounds fill all the hallow'd Grove A charming Confort singing tales of Love Sure Iove his Sacred Choir does hither bring But what Oh! what is Love of what they sing Cupid Love is what does all mortal Joy controul The best and noblest Passion of the Soul Iove's kindest Gift for by its Rapture we May find the bliss of Immortality Sit down fair Charmer and for your delight Love that has fed your Ear shall please your Sight Psyche What Heavenly Visions in this place appear And what a beautious God-like thing is here Not to sit by him were my self to wrong For sure he cannot hurt me he 's so young A Dance of Cupid's Lovers here Cupid Now does not Love all other Joys excel Psyche Alas what have you done I am not well Methinks I feel an aching throbbing Pain Here at my Heart Cupid That shall be gone again Psyche Shall it oh when Cupid Dear Charmer when you prove So kind to bless me with the fruits of Love Psyche The fruits of Love do I the Garden know Are they Fruits where do they grow The Pain does now my Heart so strangely seize I would give any thing to purchase Ease Cupid But these are not the Fruits that you must grant Psyche I sigh and wish and know not what I want Tell me what are they Cupid You must kiss me Psyche Fie Cupid Love and embrace me Psyche For the World not I I never heard so confident a Boy Cupid A Boy Do not my Courage by the Stature scan Kiss me and you shall find I am a Man Turn this way Sweet and the soft Blessing prove The dear Preparative to Rapture Love Psyche He wins upon me strangely and his Tongue I fear would charmmy Heart should I stay long And see methinks his Frame is alter'd quite And now he 's grown up to a manly Height Psyche
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
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 LONDON Printed by W. Onley for Sam. Briscoe in Russel-street Covent-garden and R. Wellington at the Lute in St. Paul's Church-yard 1697. ☞ The Relapse or Vertue in Danger Being the Second Part of The Fool in Fashion A Comedy acted at the Theatre Royal. A new Opera call'd Brutus of Alba or Augusta's Triumph Acted at the Theatre in 〈◊〉 Garden With Variety of new Songs Both sold for Sam. Briscoe in Covent-Garden The Names and Characters of the Representers in the Opera morally fashioning the Vertues and Vices of Human Nature JVpiter Cinthia Representing Greatness and Honour attack'd by natural Frailty and wavering Passion Apollo Representing Wit and Love slighted by obstinate Pride Cupid Representing Desire wanton and unsatisfy'd Psyche Representing innocent Vertue o'ercome by insinuation Opportunity and Love Daphne Representing affected Pride and Ill-nature Pan Representing Ignorance and Credulity Mercury Representing Subtileness Wantonness and Inconstancy Endimion Representing Modesty Integrity and Good-nature Syrinx Representing irregular Passion Treachery and Envy Gods Goddesses Neptune Amphitrite Pactolus Ganges Tyber Thames Saturnia Pleiades Zephirus Shepherds Satyrs Singers Dancers and Attendants The Scene Ionia with Mount Latmus To the Right Honourable HENRY Earl of Rumney Viscount Sidney Master-General of his Majesty's Ordinance one of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy-Council Constable of Dover-Castle and Lord-Warden of the Cinque-Ports My LORD BE pleas'd from your humble and most oblig'd Servant to accept this Off-spring of my Muse which I am the more incourag'd to lay at your Feet because it formerly had the Honour to be look'd upon with a gracious Regard by the best of Queens of late happy and glorious Memory before whom it had been presented in her Court if the ensuing National Fatality had not in the interim unfortunately happened however not to let it be intirely a Prey to ill Destiny I have with great Care and Pains at last made shift to strip it from its Mourning into a Dress proper to be seen by the Town tho' it may want that Illustration which the Court-Ornament had adorn'd it with And therefore most humbly beg your Lordship to make one Addition more to the many repeated Condescentions and Favours you have conferr'd on me which is to let it be honour'd with a Place in your Esteem and then I shall never have occasion to value what Malice Ill-nature or any unjust Criticism shall inveterately expose to its Prejudice You are one my Lord that all Eyes are so much upon all Hearts so much inclin'd to honour serve and love and all Pens so oblig'd and ready to praise that tho' my Heart be as full of desire to do it as is possible yet I find there is no place left void for me to express my Duty there is nothing to be said which has not been already and perhaps too with more Advantage on the Writer's side than I have Partiality enough for my self to pretend to There is another significant Reason too my Lord which wholly deters me from the common Custom of Poets and Dedicators which is your Scorn and Detestation of Flattery wherein you nobly imitate the Royal Inclination and Humour of our Glorious Master King WILLIAM who never fail'd to shew his frowning Dislike of that Frenchified Vice nor ever gave Incouragement for its Seeds to be planted and grow in his Dominions To whom I wish Eternal Honour Successful Victory and Long Life And that you my Lord in reward of your Indefatigable Duty Care and Zeal for his Service may always be happy in the Station you now are in The Blessing of his Smiles and Favour is the Perpetual Wish of My LORD Your Lordship 's most intirely devoted humble Servant T. D'URFEY PROLOGUE to Cinthia and Endimion The Scene is a pleasant Country in which appears by an artificial Sun just setting Mount Latmus with pleasant Valleys round it some full of Corn others with Fruit a Gloominess on the suddain o're-spreads the Stage till after a while Saturnia representing Night ascends from the Stage and Sings Saturnia THe weary hot and amorous God of Day Desends into the Bosom of the Sea To revel there some pleasant Hours away And I succeeding Regent of the Night Till mighty Cinthia rises with new Light O're all the gloomy World extend my awful sway Nature is gâ—ne to rest and Human-kind Possest with Peace of Mind Enâ—oy what in these Groveâ— the happy Shepherds find Appear my Dazling Pleiades appear Cinthia intends to Night to revel here Come come away Come come away Adorn'd each in her glittering Robe and shame Approaching-day Enter the Pleiades Electra Alcinoe Caleno Tagete Asterope Maia and Merope they joyn in a Figure like the Seven Stars as they appear the Scene becomes more light then Merope prepares to Sing Merope BEhold the Daughters of fam'd Atlas come Adorn'd with Lustre at great Night's command Thro' ambient Air ten thousand Leagues from home We come to Visit blest Ionia's Land II. Say mighty Queen of Shades what 's to be done What Wonders must the bright Virgiliae do Are we to Mutiny against the Sun And let Mankind no more his Splendor view Saturn No no no no that 's too severe No blemish must in your bright Forms appear Let Faction be by drossy Mortals shown The purer starry Region must have none Ioy is your business nâ—w Ioy and Delight Great Cinthia comes to revel here to Night Merope Then since the Affair is all Dancing and Play My light-footed Sisters shall trip it away So brisk that the Swains That inhabit the Plains Shall all at the Sight Have a Passion for Night And remember no more the dull Charms of the Day Saturn Bright Star Sweet Merope this grant of thine Shall make thee equal with my Planets shine For now the hour draws near and to my Sence Methinks I feel lov'd Zephirus's Influence The Charming Zephire fragrant breezes blows See whâ—re he comes perfuming every Rose And shedding Sacred Odours as he goes Enter Zephirus Sings this to a Minuit Tune Zephir Night dear Promoter of Lovers Felicity Thou sweet Attoner for Cares of the Day Happy disguise of a Virgins simplicity Whose guilty Blushes her Heart wou'd betray Thou sweet Concealer of her Intreague Which the Day wou'd reveal When to a private Bower At some Mid-night-hour whilst the old Dad do snore To her Love she wou'd steal II. Then the extreams of true Ioy are most ravishing When silent Hours indulge our Delight Whilst happy Mortals Loves Treasures are lavishing Day still they rail at but bless the kind Night Day the curst cause of Mortal Debate Pride Ambition and Cares With Sol lies dreaming Where Thetis is streaming Whilst Night Love and Fate Rule the World's grand Affairs Sat. I know I know and
Flora. Father forsooth my Mother stays for ye to Dinner Hob. Come Neighbours my Son Clout has a pure Sloop of good Liquor within we 'll tap it before the Wedding to entertain Neighbour Collin Son Clout invites 'em all in Clout With all my Heart I fackins and kindly welcome as I may say Tar. What Neighbour you 're resolv'd to couple to morrow then Clout Why truly Neighbour the short and the long is Flora and I have a great Mind to try one another's good Luck she has consider'd the worst on 't Low But is not the Heifer too little to wear the Yoke Neighbour You 'll think of that I hope Clout Why truly I have examin'd Matters as narrowly as I can and her Mother is of the Opinion no and she 's a very knowing Woman Neighbour Speak Lamb What did Mother say Flor. She said she was as little every bit her self when she was married and that it would do me no hurt at all Clout Law ye there now Besides the Buddy there be short she 's tydy Collin Well and what Mucsik what Gambols are ye to have Neighbour Clout Why Fackins not much but there will be the Pipe and Tabor and Blind Will with his Dulcimer And then the Frying-Pan and Toungs Collin Well and I 'll give thee a Zong And thou shalt have a Zaumple oâ— presently if thou wilt Clout Ay Gadsookers with all my Heart sweet Master Collin Omnes Ay Ay with all our Hearts with all our Hearts Collin's SONG I. 'T Was when the Sheep were shearing And under an Oaken Tree Dick gave to Doll a Fairing Resolv'd her Love to be I long Sweetheart to bed with thee And tho' I cannot wooe I 've hey pish hey puh hey foo hey for a Boy Sing shall I come kiss thee now Methinks I long to bed thee And merrily buckle to With hey pish hey puh hey foo hey for a Boy Sing shall I come kiss thee now II. Doll seem'd not to regard him As if she did not care Yet simper'd when she heard him Like any Miller's Mare And cunnnigly to prove him And value her Maidenhead Cry'd fye nay pish nay fye and prithee stand by For I am too young to wed She said she ne'er could love him Nor any Man else in Bed Then fie pish fie nay pish nay prithee stand by For I am too young to wed III. Like one that 's struck with Thunder Stood Dicky to hear her talk All hopes to get her under This sad resolve did balk At last he swore grown bolder He 'd hire some common Sow For hey pish hey fie hey for a Boy Sing shall I come kiss thee now In loving Arms did fold her ' Ere sneak and cringe and cry With hey pish hey fie hey for a Boy Sing shall I come kiss thee now IV. Convinced of her coy Folly And Female stubborn Will Poor Doll grew melancholly The Grist went by her Mill I hope she cry'd you 're wiser Than value what I have said If I do cry nay fie and pish and prithee stand by That I am too Young to wed Bring you the Church Adviser And dress but the Bridal Bed Then try tho' I cry fie and pish and prithee stand by If I am too Young to wed Clout Well this will be curious I 'll say 't Come come now let 's home and tope it lustily Hob. Ay to the Downfall of our monstrous God Pan. Low And the rest of 'em I say Tarb Ay Ay and the rest We 'll do well enough without 'em as Neighbour Collin says Collin Ods heartlikins here he comes and the Hum-drum Harper with him We must get out of their Sight Away away Boys Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Pan guarded with Satyrs with him Apollo Pan. Rough as I am and in my Nature wild Bred up in Rural Caves 'mongst Savages That know no Worth nor understand no Reason Yet shall Apollo in his Welcome find That Pan tho' doom'd to Rustical Society Knows how to value such Excess of Merit Tho' he wants Words t' express it Apollo In Acts of Friendship there 's small need of Words And therefore Pan may fairly have Excuse Had foolish Midas when he prais'd thy Pipe Extoll'd thy Courtesie and honest Nature Apollo had been baffled ev'n in both Pan. My Father tho' the God of Eloquence Yet could not spare me a Child's Portion therefore Take my well Meaning for my Compliment By Syrinx whom I love at my Heart's Root Once more I swear Apollo is most welcome Ap. Once more my Thanks to Pan but hush no Murmurs For if my Eyes deceive me not here comes The swift-wing'd Pursuivant of Iove Enter Mercury Pan. 'T is he how fares my Father Hermes Ap. Welcome kind Mercury Merc. Health to Apollo and to Off-spring Pan To whom I carry most surprizing News For at the bottom of yon rising Hill Close by a silver Brook that girdles in A Thicket crown'd with Jasamin and Roses I saw his Souls best Part the lovely Syrinx Weary with hunting stretch'd at her full length Lie sighing loud discovering Worlds of Beauties Unveil'd aud careless to the Amorous Winds Pan. Perhaps she 's wounded and may now be dead Oh dreadful Sound Away I 'll seek her instantly To his Guards And all my choicest Drugs I 'll carry with me 'Mongst which I 've some that can e'en Life retrieve From th' Jaws of Fate others that can destroy Just at a moment and some of that strange Nature They in a Mortal swoon'd and deadly Sleep Can seize on all the Offices of Life Whole Years nay Ages tell me good Progenitor Was she not wounded Merc. Faith Boy I hope she was not but can't swear Pan. I goe I fly excuse my eager haste since Love 's the Cause Ap. He 's gone and now my dear Ambassador What Comfort for thy Friend Exit Pan. Merc. What you could wish Which made me send away This Scandal of my Blood this God Of Sheep-hooks Prepare your self the Nymph is coming hither Ap. Who Daphne Merc. She. Ap. Prithee don't flatter me nor use thy Humour Of lying to thy Friend Merc. 'T is true by Cynthia I must confess you 'll have a plaguy Task on 't For all my Tricks and Wheedles 't would not do Nor could my Tears my Sighs or Languishing Which at some certain times ne'er us'd to fail me Move her one jot till at last a happy Lye I thank Iove for the Gift ingag'd her hither Ap. Prithee what was it Merc. I told her a young Mountain-Boar was lodg'd Close by this Covert she greedy of the Game Forsakes the rest o' th' Nymphs that now are Chasing And yonder see she comes 't is fit I leave you Now Prince your Wit and on this Truth rely No Woman yields so soon as she that 's Coy Exit Merc. Enter Daphne with a Iavelin Daph. Sad lonely Groves and Sun-defying Woods The dark Recesses of the Sylvian Gods Thickets where never Mortal Foot e'er trod Where candied Snow in heaps remains
hast prevail'd Psyche Oh happy Hour Cynthia And now you Deities and every Power That love the night days coming luster chace And shade the glowing blushes of my face Let Phaebus close confin'd this minute be Attractive Thetis keep him in the Sea Till I this strange unusual thing have done And the effect of Iove's Command have shewn Take this Kiss which Oracles ordain Take what no Mortal did before obtain Not ever after thee must hope again Kisses him he awakes Cupid The sacred Touch divine Impression makes See from his deadly Swoon the Youth awakes Let him his Heaven find in Cynthia's Charms My Heav'n's on Earth whilst Psyche's in my Arms. Psyche Ah! can this beautious Vision then be true Runs eagerly and embraces Psyche My dear dear Charmer am I sure 't is you Cupid 'T is I thou sweet Perfection of thy Kind Ah round thy Waste let me like Ivy bind Embracing Psyche But how what shall I call my Heart's best Joy Cupid Call me the Soveraign of Sympathy But if my common Title thou would'st know The God of Love all humanes call me so With better Title grac'd now being thine Embracing her Psyche The God of Love was ever Fate like mine Embraces and kisses him Now with my Sex can I with Pride look down And above Mortal Bliss can prize my own They still must with short scraps of Joy dispence But here for ever I 've the Quintessence Agen embrace Cupid To the glad World the Light 's restor'd agen Endimion comes forward Endim. Where am I now what Visions have I seen My Heart yet throbs with the Remains of Joy That blest my Sence and entertain'd my Eye Eternal Groves all flourishing and gay Refreshing Bloom and everlasting Day Upon a lucid Mount methought I sate And saw the sacred Mysteries of Fate Beheld the Furies chase Earth's impious brood Whilst Gods were coyning Blessings for the good But now methinks I feel my wonted Pain Shaking to mortal Cares return'd again Yet who a Pain can know when Cynthia's by Oh my full heart Cynthia Endimion yes 't is I Whose pity was too great to see you lie So long entranc'd but how how came you charm'd Endim. What your Eyes left undone your Drug perform'd Cynthia My Drug he raves and I th' Infection take Endim. Admire not Madam Miracles you make Syrinx from you the fatal potion brought Cynthia From me Oh impious Wretch let her be sought By all my Stars I ne're had such a Thought Endim. Then I am happy beyond mortal Bliss For 't is a Torment to me I confess To think great Cynthia was the Poysoner Of poor Endimion for Adoring her The Heavenly Powers On Reprobates their Furies exercise But cast no Thunder on the Votaries Besides my Love had so much purity It cou'd not lessen you tho' it exaled me Cupid Since Harmony Alarms every thing below Let Songs of Love Life's darling Blessing show Enter Zephirus and Iris and Sing Zeph. AH what happy Days and Nights The fond Lover Does discover When his Mistriss smiles upon him To the Heaven of sweet Delights Kind Desire Mounts him higher Every Moment she looks on him 'T is the noblest Gift of Jove 'T is the greatest Ioy above Let us then for ever love Ever love ever love Let us then for ever love Iris. II. Bliss beyond all Thought she feels Who 's kind Wooer Does pursue her With a true and constant Passion Panting Ioy each Pulse reveals All her Glances Are Advances When Love rules her Inclination Pray we then to Mighty Jove That our Flames may ne'er remove But for ever let us love Let us love let us love But for ever let us love Second Movement Zeph. Humours most obstinate Love changes soon Iris. Love puts the harshest discord into tune Zeph. Inspires the sordid makes the Miser fine Iris. Turns humane cares into a bliss divine 'T is all transporting Joy and charms the Heart 'T is all in all and all in every part Chorus of both 'T is all transporting c. Enter Apollo Deified with a Crown of Stars with Daphne guarded and a young Shepherd Apollo Endimion take this Crown and put it on The King of Gods adopts thee for his Son Wonder not but receive the Gift from me The next to this is Immortality Thy sacred Vertues are proclaim'd above Even in the high and dazling Court of Iove Who will himself descend to honour thee Endim. So much devotion to the grace belongs I must in Blushes pay my gratitude Apollo And now since the great Thunderer has endued Me with new Power and from the Race of Men Translated me into a God agen Th' Affronts and Injuries I lately bore I purpose to revenge Cynthia You have the Power Apollo Look then upon this slander to her Race This very Devil with an Angel's face False as a Harlot's Tears to gain her Will Or an old Rebel Politician's Zeal True Woman like the first Mankind betray'd When Hell and she their precious bargain made This Creature this fair piece of Cruelty I blush to speak it was belov'd by me The Mistress of my Soul and fond Desires Till her vain folly quench'd my hallow'd fires I was the subject of her scorn and pride Jest and a thousand Vanities beside But see the Woman's cheat in being coy This seeming Virtue with a down-cast Eye I found this Morning courting of a Boy Pratling warm Love applauding his rare Feature Prompted by all the Furies in her Nature This mov'd my Rage and by the Powers above Refusing me she shall no other love Cynthia To everlasting Shades I her condemn First for refusing you then loving him Daph. Oh fatal Sound oh cruel Goddess too Upon my Knees thus let me rooted grow Kneels Untill this horrid Sentence you repeal Apollo To hope compassion and yet none to feel What confidence is this Daph. Ah calm your hate In a soft Tone You once was kinder in your Mortal state Am I grown old and do my Charms abate Apollo Ah flattering Mischief think not to regain Affection lost I was a Lover then That fed your Pride and bred you to be Vain Nay so divine a Passion I could boast My love supply'd the heaven I had lost But no return no gratitude I met You must be coy Daph. I but dissembl'd it You say yourself it is the female cheat Apollo You cannot love pursue the Humour still Daph. Forgive me now and if I can I will Tenderly kneeling Apollo What your young Minion here for him you 'll try No I 'll not trust your Sex's fallacy He is the chosen Darling you adore And I am to be flatter'd for my Power Away this last Affront's too great to bear The Wretch I 'll not forgive I will not hear Your Sex shall know that Heaven your Beauty gave Not to oblige the fool or fortune's slave But to reward the witty and the brave Daph. Why then Rage on and your worst Anger prove My stubborn fix'd Resolve it ne'er shall move
Opinion throws a Mist ore Womens Eyes And none but those we like to us are wise Witty or brave not pleasing is defy'd Thus till our Inclination bows our Pride Will is our Law and Fancy is our Guide Apollo Why farewell Womankind and welcome Rest That has so long been banish'd from my Breast 'T is proper now to plant new Glory there Welcome kind Hermes Enter Mercury with Pan and Syrinx guarded Merc. From yon starry Sphere Iove sends his strict and dread Commands by me That Syrinx be accus'd of th'Insamy Of Poys'ning Endimion Cynthia Be not seen Exit Endimion Whilst I examin her Syrinx Night's Illustrious Queen How comes it that I must bear this Insolence Where Pan can justifie my Innocence Cynthia Does Pan affirm it Pan. Yes and more can prove When this was done she was in yonder Grove Merc. Sheering your Sheep or listning to your Love On what Employment Son Apollo The horrid Act By Drugg or Potion had its curs'd Effect And sure of such a Drugg I 've heard you speak Syrinx Then all our former cunning is too weak Mischief assist me Aside Cynthia In excusing her You make your self the Hellish Poys'ner For 't is undoubted you or she must do it Syrinx Then since it must be so the truth shall out Much I 'm concern'd a Rural Deity So highly priz'd should be accus'd by me But since I now am forc'd to speak the truth 'T was Pan that Poyson'd the much-injur'd Youth Pan. By Hell I 'm finely caught Syrinx Through jealous Nature That I admir'd Endimion's shape and feature Unruly Love urg'd him to act this Evil Indeed I pity him Weeps Pan. Oh cunning Devil Is this your Love is this your Constancy To her apart Syrinx Talk not of Love I always hated thee Apart Pan. And yet you swore your Vows all constant were Syr. Dull fool will you believe us when we swear Apart 'T is our design to cheat you when we Vow Pan. There is not such a Fury sure below But why thou Fiend on me this curs'd disgrace Syrinx Because I wanted then just such an Ass Such a fond loving Fool. Pan. Thou front of Brass Didst not thou do it Aloud Syrinx Alas he 's now quite mad Pray let some get the drivelling God to bed See see he Raves Cynthia What Riddles do I hear Come forth Endimion let the truth appear Syrinx Nay if he be reviv'd my case is clear The Mischief can no longer wear disguise Vain are my Arts and useless all my Lyes But stubbornly I will defy their Power And from this hated Moment speak no more Confession to exclude I 'll thus lock fast My Lips and shew true Woman to the last Cynthia Endimion speak And as you hope a future grace from me Boldly declare the truth who did it Endim. She. Pointing to Syrinx Cynthia Yet you are guiltless and do nothing know Winds bear her hence to Caves of Frost and Snow She shall be judg'd and for this spightfull deed To morrow be transform'd into a Reed Apollo And she for whom the God of Wit once 〈◊〉 Proud Daphne to a Laurel shall be turn'd The Minion to a Bramble growing by Away with them I will hear no reply Ex. Daph Syrinx c. Cynthia Come let 's to Iove who is I see descending And mingle with our fellow Deities For now on Earth nothing but Joy must be Whilst great Latona's Off-spring thus agree SCENE V. After a Symphony is plaid Jupiter and Juno descend 〈…〉 God 's and Goddesses in the Machines the Stage is fill'd with Nymphs 〈◊〉 Rivers c. then Cupid and Psyche descend and dance and after them 〈◊〉 the grand Dance of Gods and Goddesses which ended Cynthia speaks Cynthia As when from hudled Chaos Earth was made And of the World the first foundation laid High on bright Thrones th' Eternal Council sate To hear the mighty Words that did create So a Divine Cabal now fills this place Ah how can I deserve the mighty grace My Will does with Desires unbounded sway But 't is a debt too great for me to pay Accept then gratefull Vows Bowing to Jove Iupiter You from this hour Ore Heaven as well as here have half my Power Old Nature shall a second Model take And to Creations I 'll Additions make Cherish the brave and good with lasting Praise And Crown true Virtue with Eternal Bays Disperse the poysonous Seeds that Vice does sow Which digg'd and rooted up no more shall grow Cynthia sits and there is the Dance of Gods and Goddesses The Moon with a New World I will improve And thence the Vices of the Old remove Dim-sighted-Mortals shall the change allow And the great grace of Revolution know Iuno Love shall be all refin'd pure and serene And in the rapture there shall be no sin But heavenly Souls who the soft fire does warm Long Ages live and love and think no harm Iupit. It shall not such a plague as Faction know The Crouds Religion fram'd in Hell below But all in Peace and firm Obedience move Cynthia And bless the sacred Majesty of Iove Omnes And bless c. Then Enter Mars and Minerva and sing while a Machine descends and Cynthia Endimion Apollo and Hermes Enter Endimion is chang'd into a Star and with a Chorus the Opera concludes SONG in Two Parts between Mars and Minerva THE Loud-tongu'd War like Thunder Comes Echoing 〈◊〉 the Plains And distant Nations wonder Which side the glorious Conquest gains Tantarra rara Trumpet sound Fill all the Air with Martial Rattle Dub Dub-a-dub the Noise rebounds To urge the Heroes on to Hattle The Cannons roar in murdering Flame Up to the Skies the Smoak do's rowl Beat an Alarm they Storm they Storm And now Immortal William's Name Resounds from Poll to Poll. THE END * Dance
unthaw'd I 've with unusual Patience wandred round Yet nothing worth my Javelin have found Sure Hermes with a Lye abus'd my Ear Hah do I dream or is Apollo there 'T is he and now I 'm sure I am betray'd He comes but I 'll to Cynthia cry for Aid Away and let me go She is going and Apollo interposes Ap. Not till I speak If I should lose you thus my Heart will break Daph. Still am I plagu'd with the old whining Tale Can no Denial nor no Scorn prevail Nay then this Weapon in my just Defence Shall free me from this strange Impertinence I 'll kill ye Offers her Iavelin at him Ap. That your Eyes half did before Your Javelin now can hardly hurt me more Daph. My Eyes Oh Falshood senseless poor and dull I swear the God of Wit is grown a Fool. Ap. Reflect fair Creature then what Charms you have The Wit 's a Fool the Conqueror a Slave Daph. Still d'ye oppose thus then without Remorse What you deny me I 'm resolv'd to force Rushes on him with the Iavelin and wounds him he disarms 〈◊〉 Ap. Barbarous Ingrate must Blood then quench my Flame Instead of Kindness is my Life your Aim Kindness Oh Heav'n how doubly fool'd is he That Kindness hopes from Woman's Cruelty When stubborn Humour feeds her Tyranny Beauty and Love by Iove were first design'd The choicest Blessings he could give Mankind Lovers with Ease did the dear Treasure gain But now coy Rigour grieves 'em with such Pain The Joy scarce countervails when they obtain Daph. Then for a Joy so little worth their Pains Why have so many Idiots lost their Brains Nay why will you so late a Deity Descend so low poorly to sue to me To me that ever shall thus Coy appear He little thinks I have a Love elsewhere Begone for shame no blustring will avail Apol. Love when abus'd has Privilege to rail Your Sex ungovern'd Passions hourly rule And Natural Error makes ye Love a Fool. Wit is a Monster that provokes your Rage And is as little welcome as Old-Age Honest Desert you can disgust each hour But Noise and Nonsense ravenously devour To all your Mischiefs Vertue is the Guide Vertue that feeds the Wolf of your curs'd Pride Your Sexes awful Cheat for who e'er knew A Woman proudly chaste good-natur'd too Nay you shall stay Daph. Now you shall prevail I 'll stay 'gainst Mankind in my turn to rail Man that ne'r thinks he has a happy day Unless he finds some Woman to betray Man that then eagerly pursues the Chace And swears and lies till he grows black in th' Face How many Tricks to plot our future Pain Are every day contriv'd amongst vile Men What Taylors are there damn'd to frame a Dress To make a Coxcomb taking to damn us How many Oaths in Volly when they wooe And yet how sure we are not one are true And if a Maid is fated to the Curse 〈◊〉 change her State for better or for worse 〈◊〉 must the Nuptial Bed with Virtue Crown â—ho ' he the Leavings brings of the whole Town And straight dislikes because she is his-own Then with vile Sinner tiring out his Life Kecks and makes Mouths at th' very Name of Wife This this is Man this is that precious he In Morrals learn'd Apoll. Rarely tho' this may be What are the Vices you have nam'd to me Consider and repent Daph. Repent for what Apoll. For injur'd Love and this ungrateful Fault Atone for sheding thus my guiltless Blood Make me Amends Daph. I cannot if would You are of a Sex I hate cou'd you change Shape Tho' with a Bear a Hedg-Hog or an Ape As Nature's Products all these love I can In these there is no Mischief but for Man Soft Passion in my Breast no Room can find And nothing that 's on Earth can change my Mind Exit hastily Apoll. Behold fond Lovers by coy Dames deny'd Behold the Quintessence of Female Pride See here the fleeting Bliss for which you toil Burn out your Lamps and wast your precious Oil. In Woman the grand Disturbance of the Mind In either Station whither Coy or Kind Then hate her Ah how Vain is grave Advice Pleading 'gainst Nature and its best of Joys For tho' in th' Rapture the sweet Blessing is So very short that he that reaps the Bliss Can hardly say 't is this Yet Men much more that happy Moment prize Than Fame or Wealth than Crowns or Monarchies Ex. Apoll. Enter Pan with Satyrs and Shepherds Pan. She comes unlook'd for to this happy Place Love brings her hither to prevent my Labour Let us retire and when I give the Sign Be ready with your Skill to entertain her Exeunt Enter Syrinx She loves him oh she loves sound it ye Winds Even to the utmost Confines of the Globe Proclaim aloud that Cinthia Loves Endimion And he ill Fated Youth does doat on her Whilest I am left regardless and refus'd Nay tho' I 've forfeited a Virgin 's Blush And with pale Cheeks and Eyes all bath'd with Tears Heart-breaking Sighs the silent breath of Passion And Words unfitting any thing but Love Have told him my sad Story but in vain To Cynthia he Aspires Cynthia the Fair The Great the Haughty but she shall not have him No I 'll oppose their Pleasure tho' I die This I think the Covert of God Pan Whom I 've observ'd to be as fond of me As I am of Endymion and tho' I hate him Yet I for once and meerly for my Ends Will work upon his Temper he has a Drug Given him by Proserpine and Envious Pluto Of such strange Force and deadly Nature That it can cast one into such a Sleep That nothing can awake This is Revenge I 'll wheedle out of him to give Endymion So shall he be incapable of loving And she of being belov'd But see he comes Enter Pan with Shepherds and Shepherdesses and Satyrs he sits down by Syrinx 1. Shepherd sings Great Pan the preserver of our Flocks By whose blest Power we thrive and gain 1. Shepherdess sings Who keeps our Lambs from Bog and Rocks Accept the Duty of each bumble Swain Shepherd To Syrinx too we welcome give Shepherdess Syrinx that shall for ever live Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse Shepherd Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse Of both Their Blessings o'er the Universe Whilst Love and Beauty Love and Beauty Love and Beauty can disperse Their Blessings o'er the Universe 2. Shepherdess Syrinx and Pan how shall we entertain 2. Shepherd See see the Satyrs in a merry Vein Are coming down this way Prepar'd to dance and Play And sing a pleasant Round-Delay Enter a Satyr and a Nymph who sing this Dialogue Satyr Last Night when Phoebus went to Bed And I my hungry Goats had fed I stole to Court To see some Sport And hearken what the fine Folk said Where soon my Heart was made a Prize To one that wore black rowling Eyes Be kind then Dearest
of all Dears For I 'm in Love up to the Ears II. Nymph If you Love me you must prepare To clip your Horns and shave your Hair Instead of causing Love you scare The Hoofs too hid within your Shooes In Bed a tender Maid will bruise They must be par'd Satyr With all my Heart Nor will I cry oh at the Smart Nymph Then come and the new Mode I 'll shew And trick and dress you like a Beau. III. Satyr How shall I change this matted Hair Nymph You must a powder'd Peruke wear Satyr But then my Faces Tawny Red Zons what can mend Nymph It must be flay'd With boiling Water I 'll begin To fleece you from that sallow Skin Satyr 'T will scald 't will burn Nymph Fie fie no no Or if it do You must some small Pain undergoe Or you can never be a Beau. IV. Satyr For Love of thee I 'll do 't my Dear Say next what Habit must I wear Instead of Hides and broad Fig-Leaves Nymph A Coat with huge long slouching Sleeves A Hat cock'd up with Button fine And Sâ—eankirk twisted to your Chine 'T is all the Mode Satyr An apish Sham Godzooks I 'm better as I am Nymph Nay then farewell Satyr Oh say not so Nymph Then do 't and dare not answer no I can love nothing but a Beau. Chorus of both Satyr Then take me and moddle me just to thy Mind Since Beauty much stronger than Reason can bind I 'll once be a Coxcomb Nymph Why then I 'll be kind What ever Distinction in Morals may be When a Female's i' th' Case Satyr Every Male is an Ass And the Man and the Satyr agree Here the rest of the Satyrs enter and Dance which done Pan whispers â— Satyr who goes and fetches the Drugs Pan. Not only this but every dread Command Gives the Drugs to Syrinx Pan shall with Joy obey if you will pardon My rude unpolish'd Phrase and let my Service Atone for my Defects in Conversation Syr. Be well assur'd I will Pan. The Dainties of the Spring shall please your Eye Summer and Autumn too delight your Taste I 'll bring the lovely Maid where clust'ring Grapes Full as thy Lip swelling with spritely Juice Shall give their willing Bunches to thy Hand Tall Chesnuts and the Filbert-Trees in Rows Waiting thy Pull shall bow their Summer Treasure And in their turn the bleeding Mulberry Juicy Pomgranate and the luscious Plum Shall pay thee Tribute nor shall this be all For to indulge thy Appetite my Flocks At my Command shall cast their Kids and Lambs And when at Night cloy'd with luxurious Feeding Thy Beauteous Eye-Lids fall in Groves of Jessamine In Beds of Roses laid my airy Quire Sweet Nightingales like Flutes the Thrush and Ozel As shriller Flajoletts with warbling Linnets In Consort joyn'd shall sing thee to thy Rest. Syr. Oh heavenly why this wou'd charm a Virgin Were she as Cold as Northern Isicles Pan. Will you then love me pray forgive my Bluntness Syr. Hope well this is no place for Promises And now to let me see how your Observance Equals your Love leave me alone and instantly Pan. I 'm gone your Breath can drive me round the World And in an Instant stop the swift Career Exit Pan. Syr. Go and thy foolish Dotage be thy Plague It ne'er shall trouble me here is the Drug The fatal Instrument of Female Malice And now methinks the Mischief broods within me And all my Veins swell with the just Revenge To love and not be lov'd what Curse is like it Poverty Sickness Slavery or Exile Famine or Plague Tortures or Lunacy are Ease to hopeless Love oh I 'll not endure it But in my Love's Defence let fly at all Since I cannot possess no other shall Exit The End of the Third Act. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Cynthia Cynthia ALL things around me with content are blest And Peace is every where but in my Breast The toyling Swain more happy than a King In wishes bounded chearfully does sing The Beasts in Plenty feed the Birds on Trees Caroll their Loves and in the smiling Seas The little Fishes dancing seem to say Nature is pleas'd and gives us leave to play The gawdy Sun revels o'er all the Fields And to his Favorite Flowers fresh Odors yields Who in return of his indulgent Sway Unmask to kiss the Bridegroom of the Day A general Joy fills all the spacious Earth As if 't were the Creation's second Birth And Sadness like some Witch skulk'd in a Hole Can find no Place for Harbor but my Soul Oh! wretched State of Greatness when the Mind A slave to proud Ambition is confin'd And Love that does the chiefest Joy create Is crush'd by the unweildy Bulk of State Enter Psyche Psy Oppress'd with Grief and almost drown'd in Tears With throbbing Heart that true Contrition wears The poor Endymion beggs he may have leave To see and from your Eyes his Doom receive He says he knows not yet what is the Fault Nor done a wilful Errour ev'n in Thought Cyn. Offenders oft their Crimes extenuate But he in guilty Matters of this Weight Does well to choose so fair an Advocate If you but plead a Pardon must ensue By all my Stars I fear she loves him too Aside Psyche Had I the fond Ambition to believe That Madam for my sake you could forgive I must confess I would petition straight But since it is an Honour much too great To be importunate would prove a Crime In pardoning the Gods best know the Time Cynth. Oh Psyche thou art nearest to my Love Given me in Fancy by mighty Iove Forgive me Sweet if I have been unkind Alas I am not well humorous as Wind But for thy sake Submission shall atone Go fetch him in and then leave us alone Psyche If this be Love the Kiss will soon ensue And then I 'm forfeited to Heav'n knows who Yet what he is methinks I long to try When Inclination prompts what Virgin can deny Ex. Psyc. Cynth. He comes and now I must strange Frowns put on Talk Daggers to him tho' I wish him none Would I had chosen here some lowly State Free from the Cares and Troubles of the Great Where Love Content and Innocence agree To bless the Swains with Life's Tranquility Endymion then might have look'd up to me But as I am thus high and he so low I love but 't is not fit that he should know Enter Endymion End As a poor Criminal with flowing Eyes Bows down to supplicate the Deities With humble Aspect does his Prayer begin Begging a free Remission of his Sin So I with all humility implore Your Eyes to dart their angry Beams no more That I have many Faults too well I know And great ones since you please to think 'em so But in the main Offence am yet to seek Cynth. Your Cunning and Excuses are too weak You have been insolent and in each Grove Proclaim'd licentious Stories of your Love In sawcy