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A36588
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Albion and Albanius an opera ... / written by Mr. Dryden.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Grabu, Louis, d. 1694.
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1685
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Wing D2224; ESTC R19757
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Asebia Atheism or Vngodliness Proteus Venus Fame A Chorus of Cities A Chorus of Rivers A Chorus of the People A Chorus of Furies A Chorus of Nereids and Tritons A Grand Chorus of Hero's Loves and Graces The FRONTISPIECE THe Curtain rises and a new Frontispiece is seen joyn'd to the great Pylasters which are on each side of the Stage On the flat of each Basis is a Shield adorn'd with Gold In the middle of the Shield on one side are two Hearts a small Scrowl of Gold over 'em and an Imperial Crown over the Scrowl on the other in the Shield are two Quivers full of Arrows Saltyre c. Vpon each Basis stands a Figure bigger than the life one represents Peace with a Palm in one and an Olive Branch in the other Hand t' other Plenty holding a Cornucopia and resting on a Pillar Behind these Figures are large Columns of the Corinthian Order adorn'd with Fruit and Flowers over one of the Figures on the Trees is the King's Cypher over the other the Queens over the Capitals on the Cornice sits a Figure on each side one presents Poetry crown'd with Lawrel holding a Scrowl in one Hand the other with a Pen in it and resting on a Book the other painting with a Pallâ—â— and Pencils c. On the sweep of the Arch lies one of the Muses playing on a Base Voyal another of the Muses on the other side holding a Trumpet in one Hand and the other on a Harp Between these Figures in the middle of the Sweep of the Arch is a very large Pannel in a frame of Gold in this Pannel is painted on one side a Woman representing the City of London leaning her Head on her Hand in a dejected Posture shewing her Sorrow and Penitence for her Offences the other Hand holds the Arms of the City and a Mace lying under it on the other side is a Figure of the Thames with his Legs shakle'd and leaning on an empty Vinâ— behind these are two Imperial Figures one representing his present Majesty the other the Queen by the King stands Pallas or Wisdom and Valor holding a Charter for the City the King extending his Hand as raising her drooping Head and restoring her to her ancient Honor and Glory over the City are the envious devouring Harpyes flying from the face of Majesty by the Queen stand the three Graces holding Garlands of Flowers and at her feet Cupids bound with their Bows and Arrows broken the Queen pointing with her Scepter to the River and commanding the Graces to take off his Fetters over the King in a Scrowl is this Verse of Virgil Discite justitiam moniti non temnere Divos Over the Queen this of the same Author Non ignara mali miseris succurere disco ERRATA PAge 7th Line 3d. for Hypocracy read Hypocricy Page 9. line the last for the read thy Page 11. line the third for you read yon Page 16 read the sixteenth line thus With Pity Jove beholds thy State Page 17. the last line read And from her Mantle Page 22. line the third read it thus Sea-raceing Dolphins are train'd for our Motion Ibid. line the 7th for unattended read â—attending PROLOGUE To the OPERA By Mr. Dryden FUll twenty years and more our lab'ring Stage Has lost on this incorrgible age Our Poets the Iohn Ketches of the Nation Have seem'd to lash yee ev'n to excoriation But still no sign remains which plainly notes You bore like Hero's or you brib'd like Oates What can we do when mimicking a Fop Like beating Nut-trees makes a larger Crop Faith we 'll e'en spare our pains and to content you Will fairly leave you what your Maker meant you Satyre was once your Physick Wit your Food One nourisht not and t'other drew no Blood Wee now prescribe like Doctors in despair The Diet your weak appetites can bear Since hearty Beef and Mutton will not do Here 's Julep dance Ptisan of Song and show Give you strong Sense the Liquor is too heady You 're come to farce that 's Asses milk already Some hopeful Youths there are of callow Wit Who one Day may be Men if Heav'n think fit Sound may serve such ere they to Sense are grown Like leading strings till they can walk alone But yet to keep our Friends in count'nance know The Wise Italians first invented show Thence into France the Noble Pageant past 'T is England's Credit to be cozn'd last Freedom and Zeal have chous'd you o'er and o'er 'Pray' give us leave to bubble you once more You never were so cheaply fool'd before Wee bring you change to humour your Disease Change for the worse has ever us'd to please Then 't is the mode of France without whose Rules None must presume to set up here for Fools In France the oldest Man is always young Sees Opera's daily learns the Tunes so long Till Foot Hand Head keep time with ev'ry Song Each sings his part echoing from Pit and Box With his hoarse Voice half Harmony half Pox. Le plus grand Roy du Monde is always ringing They show themselves good Subjects by their singing On that condition set up every Throat You Whiggs may sing for you have chang'd your Note Cits and Citesses raise a joyful strain 'T is a good Omen to begin a Reign Voices may help your Charter to restoring And get by singing what you lost by roaring EPILOGUE To the OPERA By Mr. Dryden AFter our AEsop's Fable shown to day I come to give the Moral of the Play Feign'd Zeal you saw set out the speedier pace But the last heat Plain Dealing won the Race Plain Dealing for a Jewel has been known But ne'er till now the Jewel of a Crown When Heav'n made Man to show the work Divine Truth was his Image stampt upon the Coin And when a King is to a God refin'd On all he says and does he stamps his Mind This proves a Soul without allay and pure Kings like their Gold should every touch endure To dare in Fields is Valour but how few Dare be so throughly Valiant to be true The Name of Great let other Kings affect He 's Great indeed the Prince that is direct His Subjects know him now and trust him more Than all their Kings and all their Laws before What safety could their publick Acts afford Those he can break but cannot break his Word So great a Trust to him alone was due Well have they trusted whom so well they knew The Saint who walk'd on Waves securely trod While he believ'd the beckning of his God But when his Faith no longer bore him out Began to sink as he began to doubt Let us our native Character maintain 'T is of our growth to be sincerely plain T' excel in Truth we Loyally may strive Set Privilege against Prerogative He Plights his Faith and we believe him just His Honour is to Promise ours to Trust. Thus Britain's Basis on a Word is laid As by a Word the World it self was
made FINIS ALBION AND ALBANIUS An OPERA Decorations of the Stage in the First Act. THE Curtain rises and there appears on either side of the Stage next to the Frontispiece a Statue on Horse-back of Gold on Pedestal's of Marble enrich'd with Gold and bearing the Imperial Armes of England one of these Statues is taken from that of the late King at Charing-Cross the other from that Figure of his present Majesty done by that noble Artist Mr. Gibbons at Windsor The Scene is a Street of Palaces which lead to the Front of the Royal Exchange the great Arch is open and the view is continued through the open part of the Exchange to the Arch on the other side and thence to as much of the Street beyond as could properly be teaken Mercury descends in a Chariot drawn by Ravens He comes to Augusta and Thamesis They lye on Couches at a distance from each other in dejected postures She attended by Cities He by Rivers On the side of Augusta's Couch are Painted Towers falling a Scarlet Gown and Gold Chaine a Cap of Maintenance thrown down and a Sword in a Velvet Scabbard thrust through it the City Arms a Mace with an old useless Charter and all in disorder Before Thamesis are broken Reeds Bull-rushes Sedge c. with his Vrn Reverst ACT I. Mercury Descends Merc. THou glorious Fabrick stand for ever stand Well Worthy Thou to entertain The God of Traffique and of Gain To draw the Concourse of the Land And Wealth of all the Main But where the shoales of Merchants meeting Welcome to their Friends repeating Busie Bargaines deafer sound Tongues Confus'd of every Nation Nothing here but Desolation Mournful silence reignes around Aug. O Hermes pity me I was while Heav'n did smile The Queen of all this Isle Europes Pride And Albions Bride But gone my Plighted Lord ah gone is Hee O Hermes pity mee Tham. And I the Noble Flood whose tributary Tide Does on her Silver Margent smoothly glide But Heav'n grew jealous of our happy state And bid revolving Fate Our Doom decree No more the King of Floods am I No more the Queen of Albion She These two Lines are Sung by Reprises betwixt Augusta and Thamisis Aug. O Hermes pity me Tham. O Hermes pity me Sung by Augusta and Thamesis together Aug. Behold Tham. Behold Aug. My Turrets on the ground That once my Temples crown'd Tham. The Sedgy Honours of my Brow 's disperst My Urn reverst Merc. Rise rise Augusta rise And wipe thy weeping Eyes Augusta for I call thee so 'T is lawful for the Gods to know Thy Future Name And growing Fame Rise rise Augusta rise Aug. O never never will I rise Never will I cease my mourning Never wipe my Weeping Eyes Till my plighted Lord's returning Never never will I rise Merc. What brought Thee Wretch to this despair The Cause of thy Misfortune show Aug. It seems the Gods take little Care Of Humane things below When even our Suff'rings here they do not know Merc. Not unknowing came I down Disloyal Town Speak did'st not Thou Forsake thy Faith and break thy Nuptial Vow Aug. Ah 't is too true too true But what cou'd I unthinking City do Faction sway'd me Zeal allur'd me Both assur'd me Both betray'd me Merc. Suppose me sent Thy Albion to restore Can'st thou repent Aug. My falshood I deplore Tham. Thou seest her mourn and I With all my Waters will her Tears supply Merc. Then by some loyal Deed regain Thy long lost Reputation To wash away the stain That blots a Noble Nation And free thy famous Town again From force of Usurpation Chor. of all We 'll wash away the stain That blots a noble Nation And free this famous Town again From force of Usurpation Dance of the followers of Mercury Aug. Behold Democracy and Zeal appear She that allur'd my Heart away And He that after made a prey Merc. Resist and do not fear Chor. of all Resist do not fear Enter Democracy and Zeal attended by Archon Democ. Nymph of the City bring thy Treasures Bring me more To waste in Pleasures Aug. Thou hast exhausted all my Store And I can give no more Zeal Thou Horny Flood for Zeal provide A new Supply And swell thy Moony tide That on thy buxom Back the floating Gold may glide Tham. Not all the Gold the Southern Sun produces Or Treasures of the fam'd Levant Suffice for Pious uses To feed the sacred hunger of a Saint Democ. Woe to the Vanquisht woe Slave as thou art Thy Wealth impart And me thy Victor know Zeal And me thy Victor know Resistless Arms are in my hand Thy Barrs shall burst at my Command Thy Towry Head lye low Woe to the Vanquish'd woe Aug. Were I not bound by fate For ever ever here My Walls I would translate To some more happy Sphere Remov'd from servile fear Tham. Remov'd from servile fear Wou'd I could disappear And sink below the Mayn For Commonwealth's a Load My old Imperial Flood Shall never never never bear again Thamesis and Augusta together A Commonwealth's a Load Our old Imperial Flood Shall never never bear again Dem. Pull down her Gates Expose her bare I must enjoy the proud disdainful fair Haste Archon Haste To lay her waste Zel. I 'll hold her fast To be embrac'd Dem. And she shall see A Thousand Tyrants are in thee A Thousand thousand more in mee Archon to Aug. From the Caledonion Shore Hither am I come to save thee Not to force or to enslave thee But thy Albion to restore Hark! the peales the People ring Peace and freedom and a King Chor. Hark! the Peales the People ring Peace and freedom and a King Aug. Tham. To Armes to Armes Archon I lead the way Merc. Cease your Alarmes And stay brave Archon stay 'T is Doom'd by Fates Decree 'T is Doom'd that Albion's dwelling All other Isles excelling By Peace shall Happy be Archon What then remaines for me Merc. Take my Caduceus take this aweful Wand With this th' Infernal Ghosts I can command And strike a Terror thro the Stygian Land Common-wealth will want pretences Sleep will Creep on all his Senses Zeal that lent him her assistance Stand amaz'd without resistance Archon touches Democracy with a Wand Dem. I feel a lazy slumber layes me down Let Albion let him take the Crown Happy let him reign Till I wake again falls-asleep Zel. In vain I rage In vain I rouze my Powers But I shall wake again I shall to better Houres Ev'n in slumber I will vex him Still perplex him Still incumber Know you that have ador'd him And Soveraign power afford him Wee 'll reap the gains Of all your paines And seem to have restor'd him Zel. falls asleep Aug. and Tham. A stupyfying sadness Leaves Her without motion But sleep will cure her madness And coole her to Devotion A double Pedestal rises On the Front of it is painted in Stone colour two Women one holding a double Fac'd Vizor the other