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Beauties triumph a masque / written by T. Duffett.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1676
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Wing D2444; ESTC R4284
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Beauties Triumph A MASQUE Presented by the Scholars of Mr. Jeffery Banister AND Mr. James Hart At their New BOARDING-SCHOOL for Young Ladies and Gentlewomen kept in that House which was formerly Sir Arthur Gorges AT CHELSEY Written by T. Duffett tutus intra Spem veniae cautus LONDON Printed in the year MDCLXXVI Prologue spoken by a young Lady Ladies Y' Are welcome and we hope y' are all sharp set Good Appetites excuse a homely Treat This was intended for our selves alone From whom our Masters fear'd no cens'ring frown But aw'd and dazl'd by your piercing eyes For though expected you like Death surprize They humbly bow and beg a kind excuse For straiten'd time and a disorder'd House Hoping the want of practice fitting dress And glorious Scenes may make our failings less As if defects could purchase good success This might appease an accidental Guest But you 'r invited and expect a Feast Enlarged hopes and longing looks y'have brought Fine Dances Songs and Shew swell ev'ry thought Such things our Masters meant but strove so fast To win the prize we fall with too much hast Like eager Gard'ners that make Nature post The Flow'rs to early births which being forc'd Their sweet perfume and native beautie 's lost If we miscarry let them feel the smart They hardly gave us time to read a Part Yet if w' are out I fear 't will break my heart Courage be gone dull fear and sullen doubt The Cause the Cause we fight shall bear us out Beauties Triumph Beauty your joy and care The crown of Peace and the reward of War Ladies Your int'rest your assistance calls Your Empire 's lost if Beauties Triumph falls If any Lover his applause denies Kill the Rebel stab him with your eyes Sound a charge we 'l nor take no quarter Musick flourish She that falls is Educations Martyr Beauties Triumph A MASQUE SCENE I. The Curtain being drawn Fate is discover'd sitting on a Throne dress'd in a dark-colour'd Robe powder'd with Swords Stars Daggers Books Flames and Crowns c. a Crown on his head a Globe at his feet and a great Book open before him near his feet sit the Three Fatal Sisters one holding a Distaff another Spinning and drawing out Threads and the third cutting them On the Stage stand a King and Queen crown'd and richly habited a Hero crown'd with Laurel and a Slave chain'd near him a beautiful Lady and a despairing Lover a man and woman whose dress express Poverty and Misery in the midst of all stands Death threatning with his Dart and Hour-glass Thus all continue while a solemn Ayr is play'd by Violins Rechorders c. which done all but Death kneel to Fate and the Three Sisters The King and Queen sing together STern Fate relent change thy obdurate will Canst thou without remorse see Monarchs kneel For ev'ry moment added to our breath We 'l send whole Hecatombs of Slaves to death This repeated by a full Chorus of Voices and Musick The Lady sings alone O gentle Fate my beauty spare Is there no pity for the Fair All the Stars and the Glories my Lovers e're gave I 'le part from to buy a release from the Grave The Heroe rises up and sings Shall a Heroe whose valour no force e're o'recame Submit his great heart to an Aiery name Thou Deity of slaves and fools Let me and my Subjects alone Or I 'le pull thee from thy gloomy Throne And make thy Spinsters quit their tools The Lover sings and one of the Unfortunate We court the fate from which they fly For death for death the wretched cry Oh change our doom Oh change our doom Oh change our doom Or let us dye Chorus of the Lover Slave and the two Unfortunate We court c. Fate sings Mortals give o're In vain like raging Seas your passions roar In vain for pity you implore The fix'd decrees which Fate has pass'd No threats or pray'rs can stop or hast The Vassal shall tread On the Conquerour's head And the Beggar that lies In the dust shall arise To a Crown While Vsurpers and Tyrants fall down Fate crops the gayest sweetest Rose While the prickly Thistle grows The creeping Bramble still looks green When he lops the lofty Pine Some shall love and sigh in vain For her that is by others slighted And the coyest Nymphs disdain Shall be requited By as proud a Swain Some shall dye laughing and some shall dye sad For the deformed the fair shall be mad And the glittering Scepter be chang'd to a Spade Chorus of Fate and the Three Sisters Some shall c. For the deformed c. And the glittering c. A Dance In which Death kills the King and Queen the Slave stabs the Hero the Unfortunate seize the Crowns and the Lady courts her despis'd Lover Fate sings With cares and contrivance their Fate to avoid Men lose the short pleasures that may be enjoy'd Their fears are too swift and their wishes too late For nothing can alter the dictates of Fate Chorus by Fate and the Three Sisters With cares c. While the Chorus is singing the Stage is clear'd of the rest Fate spurns the Globe throws down his Book and rises in anger the Three Sisters follow him Fate Give o're Spin no more lives burn all the sacred Tow Let hasty births to sudden fun'rals go Till the vast world a second Chaos know 1 Sister Dread King of all the skies great lights disclose 2 Sister What weighty cause Obstructs thy Laws 3 Sister What does thy haughty spirit discompose Fate Juno and Pallas with proud Venus joyn The awfull Throne of Fate to undermine Ingratefull pow'rs I 'le break your close design Hoe Discord hoe Enter Discord Whence com'st thou Mignion from the shades below Or from dark caves where struggling winds do grow Discord Ah no! In Courts and Cities now I dwell The sullen man and wanton wife Have more imployment found for strife Then all the winds The Seaman finds Or all the Fiends in Hell Chorus The sullen man c. Fate From the Hesperian Tree with nimble wing The fairest largest golden Apple bring Hast hast I seal'd the watchfull Dragons eyes Discord Great Ruler of the World thy Servant flies Exit Discord Fate When power and wisedom with beauty unite Mankind will be drown'd in such Seas of delight My frowns they 'l despise and my favours they 'l slight Proud Deities dare you oppose my Yoke When your poor petty Cobweb plots are broke I 'le make you cringe and tremble at my stroke The fiercest Gods with all their Titles swell'd Ev'n Jove himself to Destiny shall yield Chorus of Fate and the Three Sisters The fiercest Gods c. Ev'n Jove c. Enter Discord with a golden Apple Fate writes on it and gives it her again Fate Be gone to Ida's flow'ry Mount make hast There thou shalt find Three Goddesses joyn'd And by Concord embrac'd Before their eyes this guilded poison cast Take all the Furies with fierce Adders