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Musick, or, A parley of instruments the first part.
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1676
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MUSICK OR A PARLEY OF Instruments The First Part. Licensed Roger L'estrange Octob. 30. 1676. London Printed in the Year 16â—6 The First Entertainment A full Consort of Instrumental Musick After that a Dialogue of three Voices Alexis Strephon Corydon with assistant Voices Strephon. WHat Harmony alarms my Ears Alexis It is the Musick of the Spheres Strephon. Oh let me let me dye And my transported Spirits fly To yonder ecchoing Sky Where Love with Musick keeps eternal Harmony Alexis Nay Strephon stay With mortal Ears Beneath the Spheres You may partake and hear them Play Corydon Do then the Gods such joys to Mortals lend Alexis The God of Musick Goddess of the Arts Such joy imparts And in a Chorus often do descend Chorus And in a Chorus And in a Chorus often do descend Song by Pallas From Mansions of Joy and from Regions of Bliss Where Eternity flows with such measures as this Invok'd by your Musick the AEtherial Spheres Here Pallas descends in a Chariot of Ayres In such a sweet Consort our Empire does move While we joyn in a Chorus of Musick and Love Strephon. May not Mortals then aspire Alexis By the same Scale They Heav'n assail And joyn in the Coelestial Quire Pallas On Musicks soft Scale you to Heav'n do aspire And call from his Throne great Jove to admire Whilst all the bright Goddesses joyn in a Ring To make up a Consort and help you to Sing In such a sweet Consort our Empire does move While we joyn in a Chorus of Musick and Love Strephon. Do these Coelestial Joys on Musick tend Alexis Bright Pallas to confirm it does descend Corydon E're rais'd to Immortality Alexis The Airy Cherubin the Soul is free On Love and Musicks wings Chorus Aloft aloft she flying sings The Glories of Eternity Pallas By Love and by Musick our Kingdom does stand By Love and by Musick we rule and command While in Love we descend you by Musick aspire Till our Souls do unite in a general Quire In such a sweet Consort our Empire does move While we joyn in a Chorus of Musick and Love Pallas ascends Strephon. Oh stay bright Goddess stay We 'l ever Sing and ever Play If you vouchsafe to agree To make one general Harmonie A Consort of Instruments Strephon. Alexis in this Universal Choir Where mighty Phoebus does with Orpheus meet With all his Votaries at his feet How many various sorts there be Of Instruments in this joynt Harmonie You in amazement leave me to admire Alexis Reckon the Creatures in their kind None can their endless number find Strephon. And yet these too May be reduc'd to few Alexis Or Men or Trees or Birds or Beasts nay all That motion have or live Are Vegitives or Sensitive Or highest Rational Of Musick thus three sorts we do allow Corydon Such as by Breath or Wind inspir'd do speak Do into joyfull numbers break Alexis But quickn'd by the active Bow In sweeter measures flow Strephon. Or by the Fingers smoother touch or Quill Their gentler Notes distill Chorus And all uniting will partake And one profound Pair-Royal make Strephon. This Trinity of Consorts I admire Corydon And I dear Strephon love Strephon. But are they so united in their Quire That for the Test Who does the best We may not yet more fully hear them move Alexis The next Debatement shall apart their several Vertues prove Strephon. The Harp the Harpsicons Guittar and Lute Is my pretence Corydon Mine the Wind-Musicks Excellence Alexis And for the charming Bow I 'le hold dispute Strephon with you we 'l first engage Corydon And with the Conqueror we 'l the Combat wage Chorus We 'l draw on each side And our Forces divide To merit to merit the praise And he that does best Shall be own'd by the rest With Laurel with Laurel and Bays The Second Entertainment A Consort of Lutes Theorboes Guittars Harpsicons Violins Viols and all other Instruments struck with the Finger or Bow A Dialogue of two Alexis Strephon with assistant Voices Alexis pleading for the Excellency of the Viols Violins c. Strephon for the Theorboes Lutes and all other Instruments of that kind Alexis STrephon while we with you incorporate We labour in a mortal state Like Soul and Body we unite Your grosser parts retard our glorious flight But from your grosser Numbers free We like the Soul put on a kind of Immortalitie Strephon. In us alone The whole Composure of the Universe is shewn In Counterpoint that comprehends each part Of our mysterious Art Which in us dwell We do excell Whilst every part an Element Does represent Alexis To weighty Earth what part can you compare We are all Air. Strephon. The Bass as the foundation of the frame The Tenor does the Watry Orb proclaim The Mean to Air and to the Treble Fire Alexis But we the Composition do inspire With active Breath and true Promethean flame Without whose aid Your measures fade Wanting a Spirit to inform the Frame Strephon. The fire which he stole Was but the Harmony o th' Soul Which we with well-proportion'd parts dispos'd For a Reception have i th' parts infus'd or else inclos'd Thus with intrinsick fire The Treble we our selves inspire We animate the Heart inform the Ear And every Finger's a Prometheus here Alexis This Virtue best is shewn When you display your parts alone Strephon. You powerfull Minstrels you whose charms do flow From Fingers skilfull touch in spight of Bow Now shew your power Divine And in one Consort all your Virtue joyn A Consort of Theorboes Lutes Harps Harpsicons Guittars Citterns c. SONG If Musick with all its Allurements can move We in a full Consort its Virtues can prove Whilst others in Singles but faintly do squeak We through a Concordance of Compounds do break Each in a full Chorus supplies every part And like to Loves Monarch does pierce through the heart Through Tenor and Bass to Treble we rise And make the Pair-Royal but one in the Skies Let others in simple Debates disagree While we make a Synod of joynt Harmonie And whilst our Assembly the Audience does awe Wee 'l give Rules to the World and to Musick give Law Strephon. Oh Divine Hark! hark how sweet The lofty Numbers meet As if Heaven did design No other use of hand or sense In all its greatest greatest Excellence Chorus In all its greatest greatest Excellence Alexis Move on all you that owe Your Beings to the quickning Bow Your Force together call And in one Consort all The aemulating Discord overthrow A Consort of Viols Violins and all sorts of Bow'd-Instruments SONG Now merrily merrily Boys Add spirit to every String A single Voice Yields a better noise Then a clamorous Gossipping Their Consort is dull to the Croud While our single Notes agree A Billings-gate noise is far more loud But not half so good Harmony Let them boast of their various Parts That jumble like Cramboes in Rhime And cry up their Arts If we win their hearts
Wee 'l Rival them all in time The Women for us give their votes Then merrily let us play With Treble and Bass let 's joyn our Notes We 're Consort as well as they Alexis Are you convinc'd by this transporting Air Strephon. 'T is fine and yet Alexis not so rare Nor dare you yet with us compare Alexis Where lies your chiefest Excellence Strephon. With every Part in pleasing every Sense Alexis But we those Senses do inspire With sprightly Air and active Fire Strephon. We we command Apollo's Lyre Alexis We Spirit yield to Musicks deepest sounds Strephon. We taught you first the grounds Alexis But we a lofty structure did from that foundation rise And Airy Pyramids whose tops aspiring pierce the Skies Strephon. Since we cannot agree while our Notes we compare Let 's joyn in a Chorus Alexis Let 's joyn in a Chorus Strephon. Of melodious of melodious Air. Chorus Of melodious of melodious Air. The Third Entertainment A Symphony of Theorboes Lutes Harps Harpsicons Guittars Pipes Flutes Flagellets Cornets Sack-butts Hoboys Rechords Organs and all sort of Wind-Instruments A Dialogue of two Strephon Corydon Strephon maintaining the Excellency of the Lutes Harpsicons c. Corydon of the Pipes Flagellets and Wind. Instruments with assistant Voices and Violins Corydon IN what blest Region do these Consorts move Strephon. They are begot below but rule above Corydon From whence do they arise Strephon. From Air and Earth They take their Birth And keep their Center in the Skies Corydon How do they rule how are they nourisht there Strephon. In the Harmomous Sphere Musick Camelion-like does fare By Fancy it s begot and lives by Air. Corydon But whence this mixt variety of Sounds And yet the different Notes in Numbers soft Unite in one and fly aloft aloft As if they own'd no Measure knew no Bounds Strephon. The Heathens never worshipt more Fam'd Gods in former time Than in this Consort we adore Divinities sublime To various Notes each Instrument is free Corydon And every Note invokes a Deitie Here in a Symphony of soft Musick Pallas descends as from above Corydon In yonder Sky what Star appears Strephon. Pallas descending from the Spheres And with a Train of Starry Nymphs to crown Our mutual Harmony comes singing down Song by Pallas Musick the bounteous gift of Heaven Was to the world a Present given Whilst Apollo and I Do command in the Skie To keep the sweet Composure even Chorus Natures whole frame did from Sympathy flow From hence she took motion and hence she took Law Hence Orpheus with Harmonious Lyre Brought Trees to dance Beasts to admire While witty Amphion Whom Thebes did relie on By Musick rais'd their City higher Chorus The Harmonious Scepter o're Nations did sway Made Savages tame and the Satyrs obey It moves to Courage yields Delight And still to Virtue does invite Then let us all follow Our Master Apollo Who made the World grow civil by 't It inspireth the mind and delighteth the Ears And flies to its Center above in the Spheres Pallas ascends soft Musick Corydon Strephon in this mixt Symphony I find Something more sweet more charming in our wind Then all your vaunted Parts of warbling Air. Strephon. And yet with Corydon we dare compare Corydon This task we must perform alone Let us divide And draw our Forces on each side Your Consort does disturb our Unisons Strephon. We are a Legion in one And mighty Phoebus is our Generall Corydon Great Pan did our Authority install The Pipes and Tabrets into Squadrons drew On Martial Troops we did attend And Courage oft did lend Before whose Sound whole Armies Armies flew Strephon. You boast the Terrour of your Sound Yet our inclusive Parts are more profound In a pacifick strain We on victorious Princes wait In their Triumphal their Triumphal State Corydon While we the Victory do gain And do the Combats heat maintain Strephon. We late a mighty Monarch did subdue Corydon And we the Conqueror Conquest will pursue Consort of Lutes Theorboes Harpsicals c. SONG Now try for the Conquest the chiefest of Arts And let every Finger a Harmony prove In a triple of Parts we cherish sad hearts And in a Pair-Royal of Descants we move Chorus With Treble we raise Mean Tenor and Base And keep a due distance of measure and space In a Broadside of Consorts that reaches the Spheres Which every Minstrel dischargeth alone We pierce through the Fancy and tickle the Ears And three to their one but we board them anon With Treble we raise c. Then stand to your Tackling and handle your Cords Let the Pipes and Recorders grow hoarse in the throat They are but our Tenants while we rule like Lords And make all the Rabble agree in a Note With Treble we raise Mean Tenor and Base And keep a due distance of measure and space Strephon. These are our Creatures all that do obey Th' immediate Fingers motion or the Quill Corydon And yet in this vast Sea Of Musicks boundless Law Where Consorts like whole Rivers flow In clearer Streams our single Notes distill Strephon. Consort the Soul of Musick and of play The Depth and Ground of our mysterious Arts Flows through our veins whilst each of us does sway In a Triumvirat of breathing Parts Corydon Your various Parts like three great Tides that meet i th' Ocean roar and serve to make a noise While we in gentle Breases greet And flow in one sweet Current of soft Joys Your Single parts by us embrac'd Strephon. Like Rivulets in the vast Ocean Lose both their relish and their taste We are a Harmony in one Corydon As from the Spring and Fountain-head we shou'd Fresh Currents still dispence And if we lose our Excellence 'T is cause we mingle with the Floud Or if you labour to outdo Because a Consort full you share Wee 'l joyn our Pipes and then we are A Harmony as well as you A Symphony of Wind-Instruments Song to the same Let Strephon boast loud With Theorboe and Croud Whilst we do prevail In a merry brisk Gale And conquer by force of our Sallies Till it spread like the Air Of which it does share And fills all the Groves and the Vallies Then from the low Vail With a following gale Wee 'l hollow and rise Through the ecchoing Skies And still we mount higher and higher While those by the way Do faintly decay And weaker and weaker expire The Theorboes and Lutes To the Pipes are but Mutes They are Creatures and live By the Breath which we give And we by that Breath were inspir'd Whilst they are outworn As soon as they 're born Like Orphans untimely retir'd Corydon In this abstracted Symphony Of well-digested Air There is an inward Harmony Which your mixt Discord did impair Strephon. Yet from our various Notes proceeds A more Harmonious sound Corydon As Showers which the Tempest breeds Lie scatter'd on the ground Or into swelling Vapours rise While like bright Meteors we approach the Skies Strephon. Pallas her Lute and Orpheus his Lyre Borrow'd from us to make a Quire Corydon And both do on our wings aspire In such a Chariot mighty Jove His universal Triumph first design'd When on the Cherubins he mov'd And flew upon the wings the wings o th' Wind. Strephon. You boast the Glory of your flight And yet our Parts are more profound Corydon But to your scatter'd Parts we add a Sp'rit Strephon. Then let us mix and make one great Compound Chorus Like Birds wee 'l engender and bill in the Air The Gods never envy'd so happy a pair Then let us unite and merrily play Wee 'l sport all the Night and wee 'l sing all the Day In Consorts of Love Each Couple shall move Then the new-marry'd Bride more chearfull and gay Like Birds wee 'l engender c. In a various Chorus of Musical Lays Our Fancies shall meet and our Spirits embrace While the Goddess of Love Our mirth shall approve And the Nymphs in a Row our Nuptials shall grace Like Birds wee 'l engender and bill in the Air The Gods never envy'd so happy a pair FINIS