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A54404	Ariadne, or, The marriage of Bacchus an opera or a vocal representation / first compos'd by Monsieur P.P., now put into musick by Monsieur Grabut ... and acted by the Royall Academy of Musick at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden.; Ariadne. Libretto. English	Grabu, Louis, d. 1694.; Perrin, P. (Pierre), ca. 1620-1675. Ariane.; Cambert, Robert, ca. 1628-1677.	1673 (1673)	Wing P1593; ESTC R20472	15,261	71

ARIADNE OR The MARRIAGE of BACCHUS AN OPERA OR A VOCAL REPRESENTATION First Compos'd by Monsieur P. P. Now put into MUSICK by Monsieur Grabut Master of His Majesties MVSICK And ACTED by the Royall Academy OF MUSICK At the THEATRE-ROYAL in Covent-Garden In the SAVOY Printed by Tho. Newcombe 1673-74 TO THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY SIR WHilst all Europe besides lies now groaning under the VVeight of a Crual VVar and sees on every side her Cities sack't and spoilled her Fields laid desolate and her Provinces exhausted both of Blood and Treasure England alone by Your Royal Care does now injoy a happy Tranquility and sees Peace and Justice raign in all her Borders One would think this Fortunate Isle were by heaven set apart to prove a New Ark amost safe Harbor still ready to receive and shelter all the shatter'd remains of the VVreck't Vniverse that it were a perfect Epitome of the whole Earth in which lies concenterd all it produces of rich and most precious a Rock fixt and unmoveable in the midst of the roughest VVaves and highest Tempests An Earthly Paradice inviron'd round about with Sandy Desarts and in fine that England were as indeed she is above all others in the VVorld Heaven's-Darling the Earths Delight the Seas Soveraign Queen the Eye the Heart the Pearl of the whole VVorld But SIR all these high Prerogatives all these choice Blisses She does injoy seem'd little in Your Royal Eyes Your Vast Mind was not yet fully satisfied in having by Your Invincible Force made her Triumph over her Fierce and Audacious Enemies bringing them in spight of their Obstinacy to Beg Peace at Your Royal Hands and by that happy Peace fild the hearts of Your People with Joy and Satisfaction You would compleat the Splendor and Magnificence of Your Imperial Seat by establishing within her stately VValls Your Academy of Opera's the fairest and most charming of all Publick Showes You have made this Queen of Cities to become also the Center the Source of Love Pleasures and Gallantry raising her present Glory and Pomp to Pitch capable rather of creating Envy and Emulation in the Proudest of her Neighbours than being any more jealous of them for their Greatness and Magnificence Your Majesty will doubtless find these First Representations of Your Opera very defective But SIR it dares flatter it self with hopes that You will pardon its faults and consider that the Academy that executes the same is yet an Infant a new-born Beauty whose Features and Lineaments are scarce come to their shape and proportion but cannot fail growing to Perfection in her due time and age provided You daign own her for Your Creature and afford her Your Royal Care and Protection These Gracious Favors SIR She humbly and with a most profound Respect and Veneration begs at Your Royal Hands with a sincere Protestation that her chiefest Application and Study shall ever be to strive to the uttermost of her Power to contribute to Your Diversion and that she will gather together Your Palms Your Laurels and Your Royal Mirtles into VVreaths and Garlands of Triumph to Crown Your Sacred Head with as being SIR YOUR MAJESTIES Most Humble most Obedient and most faithful Servant and Subject Your Royal Academy of Musick To the Reader THe Reader is desir'd in Perusing this Book to consider two things First That it is a meer Translation and nothing else and that the Original it self being neither a Strain of Wit nor yet the Stile of it Puft up but onely a bare Collection of Phrases and Expressions made fit for Sound and Harmony The Author who is well enough fixt in his Reputation would have thought himself wronged had the Translator turn'd the Sense of his Work out of its right Channel Secondly That this Traduction was thought absolutely necessary for the satisfaction of those who b 〈…〉 ●●quainted with the French Tongue and who being Sp●●tators would find themselves necessitated to see the most pressing of their Senses go away from the Theater ungratified by their not understanding the Subject that brought them thither For the English it will doubtless seem Flat and too much a Stranger to please the Criticks of the Time whose nice Palates can scarce relish the Finest and most Natural Things their own Countrey can produce But let it run what fortune it will it can fare no worse than a Thousand far better things have done and were both the Original and the Version much worse than they are the Pomp and Magnificence of its Representations will alone prove sufficient to plead their excuse Persons Acting BACCHUS BARIADNE The Daughter of Minos King of Crete forsaken by Theseus VENUS EUPHROSINE A Grace SILENE An old Satyr Bacchus's Foster-Father Coribants attending Bacchus MARS BELLONA APOLLO DIANA THETIS HERCULES MEGERA A Furie Shepherdesses CLORIS PHILLIS DAMON A Sheperd in Love with Cloris Saliens and Satyrs Dancing Salien-Priests of Bacchus INDIAN-Kings slaves to Bacchus Sea-Gods Bacchantes Satyrs and Clownes Hoboyes and Symphonies of Bacchus Mars and Venus MVTE-ACTORS Alecton and Thisphone Furies Pasithae and Thae Graces Zephirs Windes Cupids Souldiers The SCENE NAXOS in one of the Iles of the Archippelagian-Sea Consecrated to Bacchus and his oadinary aboad The several Decorations and Changes of Theater seen in this Opera I. A Prospect of London and the Thamiis II. Bacchus's Palace and Court III. The Sea with several Shoars IV. A Desart or Wilderness V. A Garden with Venus's Grotto VI. A stately Room in Bacchus's Palace First Opening of the Theater by a Symphony shewing a Prospect of Thamise opposite to London on the waves of which is seen floating a Great Shel as it were of Mother of Pearl bearing 3. Nimphs representing 3. Rivers Thamis Tyber and Seine which Nimphs sing the PROLOGUE thus the first representing the Thamis inviting the other two to approach Sings this The Prologue Thamis APproach approach fair Sisters cross the Main To come and tast my Sweets ye Tyber and Sein Every thing here doth seem to smile Cupid himself raignes in this Isle E'r since Venus resolv'd to quit Her Native Throne to come and dwel in it Fair Albiou now will new Cytber a prove And must be call'd The sweet Island of Love Tyber Fairest Thamis thou Famous Flood Whose Monarch ever Great and Good By Wholsom Just and gentle Laws In calm his Restor'd Empire awes Whilst his Dreadful Navies controul And rule both Seas from Pole to Pole Making Commerce and Arts flourish at home As in my Caesars times they did in Rome To Him and thee I come this day My Homages and Tribute pay Seine the 3d. Nimp Fairest of Flouds How glorious is thy Fate The World and I have seen thy Sons of late As invincible as thy Victorious Fleet The very Ocean with thy Foes submit Whilst on the Land a Warlike Duke of thine Whose Lofty Meen speaks him of Royal Line In Lewis's sight his valliant hand imbrues In Belgian-blood and Maestrickt Wals subdues Thamis If from my Shoars such

valliant Heroes spring As could New-Worlds under my Power bring Thousands of Beauties on the same are found Far greater than you 'l find search the World round Tyber Such Prudent-SPEAKERs thy happy Albion bears As its great State secures from storms and fears Seine The god of Vallor sure governs thy Soil Tyber If Vallor rules Themis does share the Toil. Thamice Vallor and Justice both may act their parts But Love makes Charles to Rule his Peoples hearts Tyber To Him therefore and Thee I come this day My Tributes and my Homages to pay Seine I from my smiling Shoars new Pastimes bring New Airs new Dances to please thy great King All three together O let our Voices and our Concerts move These Royal Eares to mind our tender Love May heaven-kind ever and ever smile And Blessings poure upon this happy Isle The same over again by all These three Nimphs having near done singing a fourth appears born as the former representing the River Po. Po to Tham. Hail Queen of Flouds Thou Silver Thamis Who in that Pitch of highest Bliss Thy Glorious King thy state has rais'd Above all other Flouds art prais'd Suffer this happy Day that I May through thy Chrystal Waves draw nigh And my Princess divine To thy great Heroe joine I Through the fierce Billows have past Of two Seas deep and vast By Rocks and Mountains ran To Mortal-men unknown Leaving my fertil Plains and Shoars to bring A Royal Sister to thy Greatest King Thamis Sweet Nimph thy friendly care and pain Of this Great King their just reward obtain And thou maist see his People now To thy Princess both love and honor shew This Bliss thou ow'st to her alone whose Charm In ' spight of Fate all resistance disarm And makes Envy it self t' adore Her now whom it oppos'd before All these Four joine and sing as before O Let our Voices and our Concerts move These Royal Ears to mind our tender love May heaven-kind c. ARIADNE OR The MARRIAGE of BACCHVS AN OPERA ACT I. A Symphony preceded by a Flourish opens the Scene The Theater is chang'd and discovers a stately Portico before Bacchus's Palace SCENE I. Several Hoboyes belonging to Bacchus coming out of the Portico follow'd by Clyton and a Band of Corybants some singing others dancing joyn Concert with the Instruments After which Clitton sings alone Cliton HE 's now return'd the World 's Great Conqueror Valliant Bacchus who fill'd the Earth with terror The god of Wine and tir'd with Warlick-toil Seeks Peace and Ease in this most happy Soil With Wreaths of Ivy then your Foreheads Crown And pay your Vowes to him whose Pow'r's known Sing Dance and Leap his Alters round And worship him as you are bound Clyton to the Bacc. Leave leave your smoaky Cels ye Bacchants all In careless-dress let your hairs fall And with your dreadful voices make These Rocks these Woods and hollow Valeys shake They all with Hoboyes Flutes and Violins Sing and Dance with Clytton Sing Dance and Leap his Altars round And pay to him your Vowes as ye are bound SCENE II Enter Silen and mixes with them upon which they sing the same and dance it over again All together Sing Dance and Leap his Altars c. Silene alone How prudent was that mighty god of Wine Who first planted the blessed Vine When he Heaven forsook to dwell on Earth Here the sweet clash of pots and cups rise mirth Above loud storms of winds and tempests crack And Olimpus's lofty-head shake and wrack While we Mortals below drink Wine in Bowl And let great Iove above his thunder roul Silene 2. All th' Indian Gold he got who dare To that Liquor divine compare Le ts therefore neither faint nor shrink But thousand thousand brimmers drink Clytton and the Corybants Let 's thousand thousand brimmers drink Silen Let 's drink his health in that Liquor divine The same again Who first planted the precious Vine SCENE III. Whilst these remain enter Bacchus Venus and Euphrosine Bacchus Come down come down long wisht-for Peace Come dwel on Earth let War for ever cease And ye Mortals unto Our Altars bow For such a Bliss each ought t' offer a vow Coribants Bacchus ye see resolves to Court no more The god of Arms as he has done before Venus and Euphrosine In Love he 'l find far sweeter charms Than in the toil of War and noise of Arms. Coribants He leaves War that with delight He may drink both day and night Venus and Euphrosine His greatest glory is to love Corybants Wine will his highest triumph prove Venus In serving us his chiefest honor layes Coribants True honor stands in drinking nights and dayes Bacchus Sings Bacchus How highly blest must that Conqueror be Whose vallor crown'd with Palms of Victory And satisfi'd with his acquired Fame His Mind at last to calm and Peace can frame Who resting from all Warlike trouble and toil In love and quiet governs his Native Soil Bacchus 2. And yet how happier far is he Who from Love's Passion being free Can a less-cruel Object find To fix his thoughts and please his mind My Liberty I count the highest Bliss I 'l flee from love and all his charms I 'll miss Thus o're my self as ore the World I 'le raigne And of my heart prove the true Soveraign Exit Hoboyes Bacchus and Clytton following them with the Cory bants leaping and dancing about Bacchus SCENE IV. Enter Silene and Coribbants dancing Enter Venus and Euphrosine Venus Shall haughty Bacchus now To Love's Altars refuse to bow And he alone persist Our Soveraign Power to resist No no the god must yield And to my son resign the Field I 'l make a mortal-beauty wound him so That Cupid's power and mine he 'l quickly know Euphrosine He 'l find all resistance proves vain When once Love dooms a heart to bear his chain And if that heart will not submit T' obey his Law he can compel him to 't Venus and Euphrosine No no the Conqueror must yield And to the god of Love resign the Field SCENE V. Enter Silene and Coribantes again laughing and singing Silene and Coryb Ho! ho it's true he will resigne But to the sweet Juice of the Vine Fond Love at best proves but a Toy It 's Wine he 'l make his chiefest Joy Coryb Why should India's Great Conqu'ror now To childish Cupid's Empire bow Silene Should Bacchus burn with any other Flame Than that of Wine he 'd lose his glorious Fame Coryb The god of Mirth and Liberty Can't yield to Love's captivity Silene Should he that wisdom do's inspire Endure the smart of Cupid's fire All together Follow follow-we Champions brave That Noble Pattern which he gave Let 's flee from Love as well's from Arms In Wine we 'l find far sweeter Charms The Wounds of Mars and those of Love Equally-mortal often prove We may seem fierce and gallant but the way To live at ease is to feast night and day Until we die

valiant God! march march we 'll all follow Mars To our just wrath let 's sacrifice them now Bellon Let 's drench the Earth with streams of tears and blood As once Deucalion did by 's watry flood All them together To fight to fight to battel to arms Let 's fill the World with thousand harms SCENE VII Enter Bacchus Silene Euphrosyne who had stayed hid till then Mars to Bacchus Invincible Heroe great Bacchus thou Whose valiant Sword whole crops of Palms did mow Who o're the World such mighty Conquests made Wilt thou alone refuse to give us aid Euphrosyne runs to him O heavens what d'I hear help I 'm amaz'd To quench his Love they have his valor rais'd Poor Ariadne alas what is thy Fate Ariadne passes over the Theatre without speaking only sighs Aria Alas Bacchus spying her offers to run after her Bac. She 'l die she 'l die help e're it be too late She 's gone she 's gone alas He runs after her but is hindred by Mars Mars Wilt thou forsake Bacchus My soul alas which party canst thou take Shall Valour still or must the god of Love Over my heart this day triumphant prove Love I confess th' art sweet but Glory 's strong Bellon Follow Glory Love's Charms will lead thee wrong Euphro Love proves a guide more sweet more sure by far Bellon Honour and Triumph are the fruits of War Euphro O! follow follow Love Bellon O follow me Bacchus I 'le take thy counsel I 'le to glory flee Euphor runs to stop him What dost thou mean shall she perish alone Whom Heaven kind design'd to be thy own It 's done it 's done Cupid has got the day Let 's to her aid Euphrosyne lead the way Ex. Bacchus and Euphro Ritornella by Instruments Mars Well! since Bacchus will love let 'm please his mind Diana and Apollo More noble pleasures we will find To war to war arm arm let 's go Let 's extermine our daring Foe They all march away in order of battel Mars at the head of them Colours flying and Trumpets sounding SCENE VIII Enter Silene alone weeping Alas alas my chiefest joy My Foster-child my dearest Boy Must Love prevail then canst thou quit The sweet juice of the Grape to follow it What will become of thee dear Vine Now Bacchus for Love forsakes Wine And thou Bottle my secret friend Thy Pomp thy Glory 's at an end Bid adieu to all mirth and sport What man hereafter will thee court Since Bacchus for Cupid leaves Wine Thy Doom's now come as well as mine Ye Satyrs Fathers of the Grape Weep with me for this fatal Rape Bacchus alas is stoln away Come let 's in Earth poor Bottle lay Let 's mourn let 's sigh let 's grieve and pine Since our god for Love forsakes Wine Satyrs dancing and singing end the third Act. The third Intermede A Mask of Satyrs These Satyrs covered with Mourning Crepe in dancing take the Bottle out of Sylene's hands and joyning Lamentation with him do bury the same in a Tomb covered over with Cypress-branches and sing at its Funeral a mournful Ditty ACT VI. The Theatre is changed again Venus's Garden and Grotto appears where an Eccho answers SCENE I. Enter Damon a Shepherd Damon FArewel perfidious Love my flame is gone Thy cruel pow'r I will for ever shun That Soul who lives under thy Tyranny Lives not alas but dies continually Too long too long I 've prov'd a slave to thee Reason alone methinks should make me free But yet alas who can those wounds e're cure Thy Arrows make or liberty procure To hearts by thee subdued or loose those chains Thou fastnest once No no! I 'l bear thy pains And should my Fate always thus cruel prove Yet I 'm resolv'd to live and die in Love SCENE II. A Symphony of Flutes and Hoboys is answered by the Echo Cloris Phillis Damon Clitton hid among the Trees Cloris For one single pleasure a thousand pains A silly Shepherdess obtains When she to Courtship gives her mind And then alas if she proves kind The silly Shepherdess obtains For that single pleasure a thousand pains A second concert of Flutes echoed as before Clitton at the Echo For one short grief a thousand joys A discreet Shepherdess enjoys If she to Amoret does yield After sh 'as once resign'd the field A discreet Shepherdess enjoys For that one grief a thousand joys Cloris and Clitton at the Echo Griefs and pleasures joys and pains Are the sure portions of Love Whatever heart bears its chains Will at length certainly prove That the sure portions of Love Are griefs pleasures joys and pains SCENE III. Damon Cloris Clitton Phillis Damon Am I design'd alas the only wretch Whose Martyrdom eternity must reach Clit. Clor. Change Shepherd change thy affections remove Dam. Thou wrongest me cruel thy Martyr I 'le prove Clit. Yield Shepherd yield there 's no revenge Does taste so sweet as that of a Love-change Dam. Shepherd thou wrong'st me much I 'le constant be Clor. and Clit. By often change thou 'lt find one may love thee SCENE IV. Enter Ariadne Phillis Cloris and Clitton Ariad. Weep weep my wretched eyes weep your selves blind Clitton Love love a god most charming and most kind Aria 'T was Love alas that made my cruel pain I 'le suffer death rather than love again Phillis When a Shepherd proves unkind He must be serv'd in his kind When a Shepherd proves unkind I 'd do so if th'case was mine I declare I 'm one of those Who could ten false Lovers lose And yet never grieve nor pine SCENE V. Enter Venus and the three Graces Venus presenting Ariadne a Girdle that hath the vertue to inspire Love Venus From the Goddess of Love this gift receive It hath a pow'r to charm the greatest grief It can inspire a heart with mirth and love Ariad. That very name my soul to wrath does move Venus Fear thou nothing Ariadne this new fire Shall in thy soul nothing but joy inspire Ariad. Who can who shall alas my faith secure That though a god his flame will still endure Venus Conjugal vows he 's now ready to give As soon as he thy consent shall receive Ariadne suffers the Graces to tye Venus's Girdle about her Cloris Fairest Goddess who can'st inspire With thine own charms the hottest fire What need hast thou t' use other ties Than the sweet glances of thine eyes Ariad. Good gods what blessed change is this I find What sudden joy d'I feel possesses my mind Transports of bliss you do by far exceed Those cruel ones of grief ye did preceed Thou charming God! the more I think on thee The more I love But Heavens this is he I blush SCENE V. Enter Bacchus Clitton and Coribants Bacc. O cruel Ariadne who is 't you love Aria My mortal hate for one I 'le ne're remove My heart my soul shall ever him abhor Bacc. And yet you love Aria That 's little I do adore Bacc. Who then alas