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A36762
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Psyche debauch'd a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal / by T.D.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1678
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Woossat Enters into her Charriot Bru. Inhumane Woossat do not run And let thy Son be quite undone I thee conjure don't leave her thus By thy beloved Incubus Thy publick Drabs and private dores Thy little Bottles and great scores Thy much Impudence and no shame By all thy sports and by that same Oh stay the Cart stay the Cart stay the Cart. He lays hold and is drawn up till he pulls down the Charriot Iustice Crab is driven in in a Wheel-barrow Bru. O ho here 's Justice Crab now by this light He 'l do me right Dear Soul I beg you 'l check the Hag And read her a Lecture for abusing her Hector Crab. Matron of love be kind to bauling Imp And let him have his am'rous shrimp If Hector be disgruntl'd Trade is broken He 'l make thy mischiefs known by tale and token Redstreak and the King you made dye And caused the Princess sad Tragedy Both Sisters ruin'd by your Plot If Nonsy too should go to Pot. He 'd blaze all this about the Town And make thy very house pull'd down Wooss. Shall he have mortal only to his use When Pomp and State ne'r so much bigger Can 't keep frail Missy to one trigger No 't is to credit Trade and House abuse Besides she 'l eat Bread out of mouth I will not suffer 't 'faith and troth Crab. Nonsey's business shall be done She 's mortal therefore may be wone No Missy was ever true to one Wooss. Then Nonsy rise rise my sweet punck She seemed dead yet was but drunk Rise from thy Chair as soft as Couch And turn to Arms of loving Slouch None-so-fair Wakes Non. Wha wha what 's the matter who 's there Not guilty Not guilty my Lord Tagrâ—g Hâ—igh ho I wish you were all hang'd for waking me Gods have I my pretty thing again Bru. Thou hast Oh let me hug and buss it Thanks to great Crab and Mother Woossat Non. I have Oh let me hug and buss it Thanks to great Crab and Mother Woossat Crab Come jolly lovers let 's be trudging I le see you both safe in your lodging There kiss and take your fill of dodging First to my Hall for there are coming A Crew of jovial youth 's a mumming So well you shall be treated there That ev'ry Youth and Damzel here Shall envy joys of Youth and Bear Exeunt all The Scene open'd discovers a Crew of Bachanals dressed with Ivy and Vine-leaves drinking and laughing beyond them a company of Lovers adorn'd with Garlands of Roses c. in a pleasant Grove Song by the Bacchanals Time 's an old Rascal he never will stay Yet in spite of his Scythe and his Glass He that flies from his liquorâ— an Ass. Boy drink away Boy drink away While this is a singing Bacchus rises riding on a Hogshead dressed with Vine-branches and Ivy. Song by the Lovers Ah! Charming Fair Divine Ice Flames Darts Nymph Goddess beauties shrine O eyes and hearts Stars Suns and Diomands Roses and Lillies Damon Alexis Oh Cloris Ah Phillis Powr's Gods and Fates Oh pity joy and pain Languish alass Fears Hopes Smiles and Disdain Oh cruel Nymph Ah unrelenting Swayn While this is singing Cupid flies down on the Stage Bacchus sings Come my Sons of the Grape while your faces outshine The Sun in the Sky with the juice of the Vine Let the pale whining lover discover How sad are the Chains and how pleasant are mine While this is singing all the Bacchanals come on the Stage Cupid sings Come happy Lovers come and tell The joys that in your Bosom's dwell The pleasures of the hands and eyes How ev'ry look and touch surprize Let your perswasive Language prove There is no Paradice but Love While this is singing the lovers come on the Stage Chorus of all We come to dye or win the Field For hearts with Love and Bacchus fill'd Can fight and fall but never yield A Dance of Bacchanals and Lovers A Song by a Lover When Caelia my heart did surprize In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise And like Christal dissolv'd the tears flow'd from her eyes From her beautiful Cheeks all the Roses withdrew And she look'd like a Lilly o'rladen with dew How sweet did her sorrow appear How I trembl'd and sigh'd and for every tear Made a vew to the Gods and a Prayer to her Oh how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair But the joys and the pleasures there 's none can declare What panting and fainting I feel When imbracing her feet before Caelia I kneel Oh how dear are her smiles and how sweetly they kill Ev'ry minute I dye with the thoughts of her Bliss And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss O Love let us still wear the Chain Let no Passion but love in our fancies e'r reign Let us often be cur'd and ne'r freed from our pain All the pleasures of Wine to the Sense are confin'd But 't is Love is the Noblest delight of the mind SONG by a Bacchanal Lovers grow pale and Beauties grow stale And their pleasures end all like an old Winters tale But the Beauties of Wine do still sparkle and shine And make all that love it and drink it Divine Love makes you old e'r thirty is told But the aged and cold become active and bold Look as plump and as brisk as the Grape that 's unprest When their heads with the Spirit of Wine are possest The Clouds open and from the inner part of the Heaven descends Iupiter in his Charriot drawn by Eagles Jupiter sings Let Love and Wine no more contend To whose high Pow'rs all Mortals bend Before this Assembly where are The Amorous the Youthful and Fair Make an end of your long doubtful War Chorus Why should you quarrel and fiercely complain All the World is your own your Rites would maintain But without one another you neither can Reign A Chorus of Cupid and Bacchus Let Hermes the Herald of Heaven and Fame The Union of Cupid and Bacchus proclaim Trumpets are heard a far off the Heavens divide and from the furthest end Mercury flies down attended by Fame and the whole Heaven appears adorn'd with Angels c. and Musick Mercury sings To all and to Singular in this great meeting The weighty Gods Cupid and Bacchus send greeting Whereas by some Poets a wicked design Of difference was raised between Love and good Wine They now do declare An end of the War And the hearts of all Mortals will equally share Chorus When Beauties are cruel to banish your care From Love to the Charms of Bacchus repair And when Bacchus inflames you with too hot a Fire To the pleasures of Love for assistance retire A Catch sung in three parts and danc'd By Bacchanals and Lovers Let 's love and drink and drink and love and drink on What have we else in this dull World to think on But still to love to drink and love and drink on Let 's love and drink and drink and love for ever And let each Nymph be made a kind believer For he that loves and drinks will ne'r deceive her Enter two Elizian Princes and dance through Hoops The Dance ended Mercury speaks to the Audience Although the War 'twixt Love and Wine is done We dare not triumph 'till your pleasure 's known For here the very Gods your Powers own If all that Love and Drink loud plaudits ring The joyful Gods and Nymphs again shall sing Sing And Nonsy shall injoy her pretty thing FINIS EPILOGUE LIke Cunning Wives to cheat you to your Bliss We took the Garb and Humours of your Miss As gay as vain and ayery we are grown And you as brisk as young Gallants came on And look as dull as they now th' Act is done Since Non-sense Noise and Show still bear the Bell As wise Physicians do with Mad-men deal We humour you to make you sooner well If this won't take T'insure our future charge and Credit too As undertakers for great Volumes do We 'l paint your Coats of Arms o'r ev'ry Scene And dedicate 'm t' ye to draw you in Poor Nonsy dreading the approaching storm Sits trembling like a Hare within her Form While Criticks swarm from ev'ry part o'th'Town Prepar'd with Damning noise to run her down She fears no Gen'rous Hunters for they come Only for sport and would prevent her Doom She fears no snarling Fops though ev'ry foot Like eager Lovers they will put her to 't Still hunting close and snatching at her Scut No only sneaking Poachers she can dread That with their long-tail'd Mungrils hunt for Bread And lurk in holes to knock her on the head Tou Gentlemen that for your pleasure came Let not those creeping Vermine kill your game Give her fair Law and while in view she flies Your swelling hopes and sweet delights will rise But when you paunch her all your pleasure dies Keep up your sport and to prevent our sorrow Save her this night and run her down to morrow Non-so Now to the Misses thus poor Nonsy bends To leave no stone unturn'd to gain our ends You She-Weavers that without lawless Engines come Engines That like dark Lanthorns lurk in little Room And manage twenty Shuttles with one Loom While honest Lab'rers that can use but one For want of work lye still and are undone Let all your Tools be stirring for your Aid Or we will burn your Engines and destroy your Trade FINIS