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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55543	A new opera called Brutus of Alba, or, Augusta's triumph as it is acted at the theatre in Dorset-Garden, by His Majesty's servants.; Brutus of Alba	Powell, George, 1658?-1714.; Purcell, Daniel, 1660?-1717.; Verbruggen, John, d. 1708?; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715. Brutus of Alba.	1697 (1697)	Wing P3052; ESTC R32181	23,318	55

your Mistress Her Quit her hang her a Man cannot thrive worse if he served the Devil Cor. How the Devil I 'll tell ye what now of the Devil he 's no such horrid Creature Cloven-Footed Black SaweerEy'd his Nostrils breathing Fire as these Lying Religious Fools wou'd make you believe Spun. No! Cor. No no he 's more Loving to Man than Man to Man is Her Alack good Gentleman how is he wrong'd Spun. Wou'd we two cou'd come acquainted with him Cor. You shall he 's a wondrous Good Fellow Loves a Cup of Wine a Whore or any thing Her Do's he love a Whore say you Cor. Oh mightily Her ' Gad I 'll help him to one then she is not very handsome but she 's well enough she offer'd her self to the Play-houses and they refused her and if once the Players refuse her I 'm sure she 's fit for no Body but the Devil Cor. Well said my Lad 't is ten to one in a short time I bring him to the Tavern to you Spun. ' Gad I 'll bespeak the best Room in the House for him But pray Sir Does the Devil pay Two Shillings a Flask for his Wine Cor. Oh always Spun. Then I find he has some Relation to us Britans he 'd never suffer himself to be made such a Bubble else But pray do's the Devil love Dancing Sir Cor. O yes extreamly Loves Dances but of a different sort to what you have here I 'll shew you to divert you the Fashion of his Country Spun. O Lord Sir you 'll oblige us woundily Coreb waves his Wand and a Misty Cloud rises out of the Earth as it ascends a great Wind-mill is discovered out of which comes Millers and Countrey Women who Dance After their Dance the Wind-mill is changed into a Witch out of which come several Devils who Dance with the Witch and then sink Cor. Now what think ye Her Think Why I think I shall never be at quiet till I 'm with the Devil Cor. If you knew him so well as I do you 'd be more impatient Why there 's nothing you can ask him for but immediately it 's brought ye Ask for a handsome Whore you have her presently Spun. And will the Devil keep the Door Sir Cor. No no that 's below his Dignity but he has those ready at hand that will Spun. But pray Sir when shall we enter into Service for I 'm impatient Cor. To morrow Morning but one Piece of Service you must do me first Her Any thing Pray be pleas'd to Command us I 'll not scruple any thing that may be serviceable to you upon my Word Spun. Nor I tho' 't were to hang my Mother and Ravish her afterwards Pray Sir what is 't Cor. 'T is this the Prince and the young Lord Sozimon this Day Feast with your Lady I 'd have you put this into her Drink and you be mindful to Spice the Lord Sozimon's Bowl with this and when your Feasting's over let me privately into your Lady's Chamber Her Into her Chamber Ay Sir into her Bed if your Worship pleases Cor. Well said Do this and you shall both be happy Spun. Never fear us Sir I gad I 'll Pepper my Lady's Bowl I 'll warrant you Her And I my Lords as I hope to be acquainted with the Devil Exit Her and Spun. Cor. Poor helpless Fools How greedily for Gold Wou'd these vain Wretches sacrifice their God Now proud Augusta is thy Ruine near Nor will I let my Art be bassled longer But I must watch a Time when Seraphino Is absent from the Mighty Charge he holds See where Augusta comes with Thamesis Now were a Time to check her Tow'ring Pride And lay her Lofty Palaces in Dust. Angelo seen in the Air with Hermes I 'll do 't But ha my Ancient Enemy Is still at hand to vanquish my Designs But tho' I now am of Revenge debarr'd If Hell have Power thou shalt not long escape me Exit Ang. 'T is false malicious Fiend No poor Augusta Thou art the Care of Heaven by whose Command Hermes and I do hover still about thee Iris by Iuno is already sent To Guard thy Most-Lov'd Monarch safe to Land And bless his Country with his Wish'd for Presence Mercury sings SEE the opening Clouds divide asunder And see see yonder The Angry Wife of Jove descending from Above More loud than all Jove's Thunder Juno descends on her Peacock As it comes near the Stage the Clouds opon and discover the Tail of the Peacock which is so wide it almost covers the Stage Juno comes forward and sings Juno No Hermes no all Quarrels cease In Heaven as well as Earth 't is Peace Jove by the Stygian Lake has swore His Wandring Love shall Rove no more Thamesis sings Great Queen who shin'st with those bright Beams Whose Glory gilds my Streams See what Bending Knees we pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Augustina sings Bright Queen of Hymen's hallow'd Fires The Sovereign of all Chast Desires That with true Ioy the Genial Bed inspires See what Bending Knees we Pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Chorus Great Queen c. Iris descends on a Rainbow and comes forward Juno Say Iris say from the Battavian Strand What News hast thou brought o're Hast thou Obey'd my Great Command And brought Great Albion safe to Shore Iris. Neptune his Brother Lord o' th' Ocean And his Sea-Nymphs whole Devotion Venus in her Sholl attends him Her Fair Hand and Smiles she lends him Thousand Prayers to ●aft him o're And carefully has brought him safe to Shore See see the Crowds and Ioys all round Welcome Thunders all before Till the Gods Ioyn in the Chorus Welcome Heaven and Earth resound Mercury If Mortals Laugh and Sing 'T is time we Gods take Wing To mount and send her down The Guardian of his Crown Astrea who from Earth was driven Till Albion call'd her back from Heaven Chorus Then all prepare to Sing his Fame Sing all Sing all Great Albion's Name For 't was by Mighty Iove Decreed This Island should by him be freed While this Chorus is Singing Juno Iris and Mercury ascend After the Musick Augusta speaks Aug. Come Thamesis prepare to meet our Lord Let him glide gently on these Silver Streams While I with all my stately Towers prepare To welcome him from his long Toyls of War Exit Enter Arsaracus and Locrinus Ars. Hear me but out my Lord. Loc. Forbear to tempt me With the least sound against her Constant Vertue I should as soon believe the Queen of Night Wou'd mount the Fiery Chariot of the Day And to that God resign her Chastity As my dear Aramante injure me Ars. My Lord I bear the same Belief with you But when I hear so many busie Tongues With Private Publick Whisperings proclaiming The Great Dishonour of my Much-lov'd Prince My Duty and Allegiance both start up And bid me shew my self your Real Friend Loc. Why dost thou think she 's false Ars. Not I