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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69869	King Arthur, or, The British worthy a dramatick opera : perform'd at the Queens Theatre by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Dryden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.	1691 (1691)	Wing D2299; ESTC R225097	28,877	76

thund'ring Arm let every blow Dash out a mis-believing Briton's Brains Oswa Father of Gods and Men great Woden hear Give Conquest to thy Saxon Race and me Osmo Thor Freya Woden hear and spell your Saxons With Sacred Runick Rhimes from Death in Battle Edge their bright Swords and blunt the Britons Darts No more Great Prince for see my trusty Fiend Who all the Night has wing'd the dusky Air. Grimbald a fierce earthy Spirit arises What news my Grimbald Grim. I have plaid my part For I have Steel'd the Fools that are to dye Six Fools so prodigal of Life and Soul That for their Country they devote their Lives A Sacrifice to Mother Earth and Woden Osmo 'T is well But are we sure of Victory Grim. Why ask'st thou me Inspect their Intrails draw from thence thy Guess Bloud we must have without it we are dumb Osmo Say Where 's thy fellow-servant Philidel Why comes not he Grim. For he 's a puleing Sprite Why didst thou chuse a tender airy Form Unequal to the mighty work of Mischief His Make is flitting soft and yielding Atomes He trembles at the yawning gulph of Hell 〈◊〉 dares approach the Flame lest he shou'd singe 〈◊〉 ●audy silken Wings He sighs when he should plunge a Soul in Sulphur As with Compassion touch'd of foolish man Osm What a half Devil 's he His Errand was to draw the Low-land damps And Noisom vapours from the soggy Fens Then breath the baleful stench with all his force Full on the faces of our Christned Foes Grim. Accordingly he drein'd those Marshy-grounds And bagg'd 'em in a blue pestiferous Cloud Which when he shou'd have blown the frighted Els Espy'd the Red Cross Banners of their Host And said he durst not add to his damnation Osm I 'le punish him at leisure Call in the Victims to propitiate Hell Grim. That 's my kind Master I shall break fast on ' em Grimbald goes to the Door and Re-enters with 6 Saxons in White with Swords in their hands They range themselves 3 and 3 in opposition to each other The rest of the Stage is fill'd with Priests and Singers WOden first to thee A Milk white Steed in Battle won We have Sacrific'd Chor. VVe have Sacrific'd Vers Let our next Oblation be To Thor thy thundring Son Of such another Chor. We have Sacrific'd Vers A third of Friezeland breed was he To Woden 's Wife and to Thor 's Mother And now we have atton'd all three We have Sacrific'd Chor. VVe have Sacrific'd 2 Voc. The VVhite Horse Neigh'd aloud To VVoden thanks we render To VVoden we have vow'd Chor. To VVoden our Defender The four last Lines in CHORUS Vers The Lot is Cast and Tanfan pleas'd Chor. Of Mortal Cares you shall be eas'd Brave Souls to be renown'd in Story Honour prizing Death despising Fame acquiring By Expiring Dye and reap the fruit of Glory Brave Souls to be renown'd in Story Vers 2. I call ye all To VVoden 's Hall Your Temples round VVith Ivy bound In Goblets Crown'd And plenteous Bowls of burnish'd Gold VVhere you shall Laugh And dance and quaff The Juice that makes the Britons bold The six Saxons are led off by the Priests in Order to be Sacrific'd Ows Ambitious Fools we are And yet Ambition is a Godlike Fault Or rather 't is no Fault in Souls Born great Who dare extend their Glory by their Deeds Now Britany prepare to change thy State And from this Day begin thy Saxon date A Battle supposed to be given behind the Scenes with Drums Trumpets and Military Shouts and Excursions After which the Britons expressing their Joy for the Victory sing this Song of Triumph COme if you dare our Trumpets sound Come if you dare the Faes rebound We come we come we come we come Says the double double double Beat of the Thundring Drum Now they charge on amain Now they rally again The Gods from above the Mad Labour behold And pity Mankind that will perish for Gold The Fainting Saxons quit their Ground Their Trumpets Languish in the Sound They fly they fly they fly they fly Victoria Victoria the Bold Britons cry Now the Victory 's won To the Plunder we run We return to our Lasses like Fortunate Traders Triumphant with Spoils of the Vanquish'd Invaders ACT II. Enter Philidel Phil. ALas for pity of this bloody Field Piteous it needs must be when I a Spirit Can have so soft a sense of Humane Woes Ah! for so many Souls as but this Morn ' Were cloath'd with Flesh and warm'd with Vital Blood But naked now or shirted but with Air. Merlin with Spirits descends to Philidel on a Chariot drawn by Dragons Mer. What art thou Spirit of what Name and Order For I have view'd thee in my Magick Glass Making thy moan among the Midnight Wolves That Bay the silent Moon Speak I Conjure thee 'T is Merlin bids thee at whose awful Wand The pale Ghost quivers and the grim Fiend gasps Phil. An Airy Shape the tender'st of my kind The last seduc'd and least deform'd of Hell Half white and shuffl'd in the Crowd I fell Desirous to repent and loth to sin Awkward in Mischief piteous of Mankind My Name is Philidel my Lot in Air Where next beneath the Moon and nearest Heav'n I soar and have a Glimpse to be receiv'd For which the swarthy Daemons envy me Mer. Thy Business here Phil. To shun the Saxon Wizards dire Commands Osmend the awful'st Name next thine below ' Cause I refus'd to hurl a Noysom Fog On Christen'd Heads the Hue and Cry of Hell Is rais'd against me for a Fugitive Spright Mer. Osmond shall know a greater Power protects thee But follow thou the Whispers of thy Soul That draw thee nearer Heav'n And as thy place is nearest to the Sky The Rays will reach thee first and bleach thy Soot Phil. In hope of that I spread my Azure Wings And wishing still for yet I dare not pray I bask in Day-light and behold with Joy My Scum work outward and my Rust wear off Mer. Why 't is my hopeful Devil now mark me Philidel I will employ thee for thy future Good Thou know'st in spite of Valiant Oswald's Arms Or Osmond's Powerful Spells the Field is ours Phil. Oh Master hasten Thy Dread Commands for Grimbald is at Hand Osmond's fierce Fiend I snuff his Earthy Scent The Conquering Britons he misleads to Rivers Or dreadful Downfalls of unheeded Rocks Where many fall that ne'er shall rise again Mer. Be that thy care to stand by falls of Brooks And trembling Bogs that bear a Green-Sword show Warn off the bold Pursuers from the Chace No more they come and we divide the Task But lest fierce Grimbala's pond'rous Bulk oppress Thy tender flitting Air I 'll leave my Band Of Spirits with United Strength to Aid thee And Force with Force repel Exit Merlin on his Chariot Merlin 's Spirits stay with Philidel Enter Grimbald in the Habit of a Shepherd follow'd by King Arthur Conon

Fiends And under every Leaf a Spirit couch'd But by what Method to dissolve these Charms Is yet unknown to me Arth. Hadst thou been here for what can what thy Skill Nor Emmeline had been the boast of Oswald Nor I fore-warn'd been wanting to her Guard Con. Her darkn'd Eyes had seen the Light of Heav'n That was thy promise too and this the time Mer. Nor has my Aid been absent tho' unseen With Friendly Guides in your benighted Maze Nor Emmeline shall longer want the Sun Arth. Is there an end of Woes Merl. There is and sudden I have employ'd a subtil Airy Spright T' explore the passage and prepare my way My self mean time will view the Magick Wood To learn whereon depends its Force Con. But Emmeline Mer. Fear not This Vial shall restore her sight Arth. Oh might I hope and what 's impossible To Merlin's Art to be my self the Bearer That with the Light of Heav'n she may discern Her Lover first Mer. 'T is wondrous hazardous Yet I foresee th' Event 't is fortunate I 'll bear ye safe and bring ye back unharm'd Then lose not precious Time but follow me Exeunt Omnes Merlin leading Arthur Enter Philidel Scene a Deep Wood. Phil. I left all safe behind For in the hindmost quarter of the Wood My former Lord Grim Osmond walks the Round Calls o'er the Names and Schools the tardy Sprights His Absence gives me more security At every Walk I pass'd I drew a Spell So that if any Fiend abhorring Heav'n There sets his Foot it roots him to the Ground Now cou'd I but discover Emmel ne My Task were fairly done Walking about and Prying betwixt the Trees Enter Grimbald rushing out He seizes Philidel and binds him in a Chain Grimb O Rebel have I caught thee Phil. Ah me What hard mishap Grimb What just Revenge Thou miscreant Elf thou Renegado Scout So clean so furbish'd so renew'd in White The Livery of our Foes I see thee through What mak'st thou here Thou trim Apostate speak Thou shak'st for Fear I feel thy false Heart Pant. Phil. All mighty Grimbald Who would not Fear when seiz'd in thy strong Gripe But here me Oh Renown'd Oh worthy Fiend The Favourite of our Cheif Grimb Away with fullsome Flattery The Food of Fools thou know'st where last we met When but for thee the Christians had been swallow'd In quaking Bogs and Living sent to Hell Phil. Aye then I was seduc'd by Merlin's Art And half persuaded by his soothing Tales To hope for Heav'n as if Eternal Doom Cou'd be Revers'd and undecreed for me But I am now set Right Grimb Oh still thou think'st to fly a Fool to Mark. Phil. I fled from Merlin free as Air that bore me T' unfold to Osmond all his deep Designs Grimb I believe nothing Oh thou fond Impostor When wert thou last in Hell Is not thy Name 〈…〉 〈…〉 To Osmond sha'lt thou go March know thy Driver Phil. Kneeling Oh spare me Grimbald and I 'll be thy Slave Tempt Hermits for thee in their Holy Cells And Virgins in their Dreams Grimb Canst thou a Devil hope to cheat a Devil A Spy why that 's a Name abhorr'd in Hell Haste forward forward or I 'll Goad thee on With Iron Spurrs Phil. But use me kindly then Pull not so hard to hurt my Airy Limbs I 'll follow thee unforc'd look there 's thy way Grimb Ay there 's the way indeed but for more surety I 'll keep an Eye behind Not one Word more But follow decently Grimbald goes out dragging Philidel Phil. aside So catch him Spell Grimb within Oh help me help me Philidel Phil. Why What 's the matter Grimb Oh I am ensnar'd Heav'ns Birdlime wraps me round and glues my Wings Lose me and I will free thee Do and I 'll be thy Slave Phil. What to a Spy a Name abhorr'd in Hell Grimb Do not insult Oh Oh I grow to Ground The Fiery Net draws closer on my Limbs Phil. Thou shalt not have the Ease to Curse in Torments Be Dumb for one half Hour so long my Charm Can keep thee Silent and there lie Till Osmond breaks thy Chain Philidel unbinds his own Fetters Enter to him Merlin with a Vial in his Hand and Arthur Mer. Well hast thou wrought thy Safety with thy Wit My Philidel go Meritorious on Me other Work requires to view the Wood And learn to make the dire Inchantments void Mean time attend King Arthur in my Room Shew him his Love and with these Soveraign Drops Restore her Sight Exit Merlin giving a Viol to Philidel Phil. We must work we must haste Noon-Tyde Hour is almost past Sprights that glimmer in the Sun Into Shades already run Osmond will be here anon Enter Emmeline and Matilda at the far end of the Wood. Arth. O yonder yonder she 's already found My Soul directs my sight and flies before it Now Gentle Spirit use thy utmost Art Unseal her Eyes and this way lead her Steps Arthur withdraws behind the Scene Emmeline and Matilda come forward to the Front Philidel approaches Emmeline sprinkling some of the Water over her Eyes out of the Vial. Phil. Thus thus I infuse These Soveraign Dews Fly back ye Films that Cloud her sight And you ye Chrystal Humours bright Your Noxious Vapours purg'd away Recover and admit the Day Now cast your Eyes abroad and see All but me Em. Ha! What was that Who spoke Mat. I heard the Voice 't is one of Osmond's Fiends Em. Some blessed Angel sure I feel my Eyes Unseal'd they walk abroad and a new World Comes rushing on and stands all gay before me Mat. Oh Heavens Oh Joy of Joys she has her sight Em. I am new-born I shall run mad for Pleasure Staring on Mat. Are Women such as thou Such Glorious Creatures Arth. aside Oh how I envy her to be first seen Em. Stand farther let me take my fill of sight Looking up What 's that above that weakens my new Eyes Makes me not see by seeing Mat. 'T is the Sun Em. The Sun 't is sure a God if that be Heav'n Oh if thou art a Creature best and fairest How well art thou from Mortals so remote To shine and not to burn by near approach How hast thou light'ned even my very Soul And let in Knowledge by another sense I gaze about new-born to Day and thee A Stranger yet an Infant of the World Art thou not pleas'd Matilda Why like me Dost thou not look and wonder Mat. For these Sights Are to my Eyes familiar Em. That 's my Joy Not to have seen before For Nature now Comes all at once confounding my Delight But ah what Thing am I Fain wou'd I know Or am I blind or do I see but half With all my Care and looking round about I cannot view my Face Mat. None see themselves But by Reslection in this Glass you may Gives her a Glass Emm. taking the Glass and looking What 's this It holds a Face within it Oh sweet