Aurelius Albanact and Soldiers who wander at a distance in the Scenes Grim. Here this way Britons follow Oswald's flight This Evening as I whistl'd out my Dog To drive my straggling Flock and pitch'd my Fold I saw him dropping Sweat o'er labour'd stiff Make faintly as he could to yonder Dell. Tread in my Steps long Neighbourhood by Day Has made these Fields familiar in the Night Arth. I thank thee Shepherd Expect Reward lead on we follow thee Phil. sings Hither this way this way bend Trust not that Malicious Fiend Those are false deluding Lights Wafted far and near by Sprights Trust 'em not for they 'll deceive ye And in Bogs and Marshes leave ye Chor. of Phil. Spirits Hither this way this way bend Chor. of Grimb Spirits This way this way bend Phil. sings If you step no Danger thinking Down you fall a Furlong sinking 'T is a Fiend who has annoy'd ye Name but Heav'n and he 'll avoid ye Chor. of Phil. Spirits Hither this way this way bend Chor. of Grimb Spirits This way this way bend Philidels Spirits Trust not that Malicious Fiend Grimbalds Spirits Trust me I am no Malicious Fiend Philidels Spirits Hither this way c. Con. Some wicked Phantom Foe to Human kind Misguides our Steps Alba. I 'll follow him no farther Grimbald speaks By Hell she sings 'em back in my despight I had a Voice in Heav'n ere Sulph'rous Steams Had damp'd it to a hoarseness but I 'll try He sings Let not a Moon-born Elf mislead ye From your Prey and from your Glory Too far Alas he has betray'd ye Follow the Flames that wave before ye Sometimes sev'n and sometimes one Hurry hurry hurry hurry on 2. See see the Footsteps plain appearing That way Oswald chose for flying Firm is the Turff and fit for bearing Where yonder Pearly Dews are lying Far he cannot hence be gone Hurry hurry hurry hurry on Aur. 'T is true he says the Footsteps yet are fresh Upon the Sod no falling Dew-Drops have Disturb'd the Print All are going to follow Grimbald Philidel sings Hither this way Chor. of Phil. Spirits Hither this way this way bend Chor. of Grimb Spirits This way this way bend Philidels Spirits Trust not that Malicious Fiend Grimb Spirits Trust me I am no Malicious Fiend Philidels Spirits Hither this way c. They all incline to Philidel Grim. speaks Curse on her Voice I must my Prey forego Thou Philidel shalt answer this below Grimbald sinks with a Flash Arth. At last the Cheat is plain The Cloven-footed Fiend is Vanish'd from us Good Angels be our Guides and bring us back Phil. singing Come follow follow follow me Chor. Come follow c. And me And me And me And me Vers 2 Voc. And Green-Sword all your way shall be Chor. Come follow c. Vers No Goblin or Elf shall dare to offend ye Chor. No no no c. No Goblin or Elf shall dare to offend ye Vers 3 Voc. VVe Brethren of Air You Hero 's will bear To the Kind and the Fair that attend ye Chor. VVe Brethren c. Philidel and the Spirits go off singing with King Arthur and the rest in the middle of them Enter Emmeline led by Matilda Pavilicn Scene Em. No News of my Dear Love or of my Father Mat. None Madam since the gaining of the Battel Great Arthur is a Royal Conqueror now And well deserves your Love Em. But now I fear He 'll be too great to love poor silly me If he be dead or never come agen I mean to die But there 's a greater doubt Since I ne'er saw him here How shall I meet him in another World Mat. I have heard something how two Bodies meet But how Souls joyn I know not Em. I shou'd find him For surely I have seen him in my Sleep And then methought he put his Mouth to mine And eat a thousand Kisses on my Lips Sure by his Kissing I cou'd find him out Among a thousand Angels in the Sky Mat. But what a kind of Man do you suppose him Em. He must be made of the most precious things And I believe his Mouth and Eyes and Cheeks And Nose and all his Face are made of Gold Mat. Heav'n bless us Madam what a Face you make him If it be yellow he must have the Jaundies And that 's a bad Disease Em. Why then do Lovers give a thing so bad As Gold to Women whom so well they love Mat. Because that bad thing Gold buys all good things Em. Yet I must know him better Of all Colours Tell me which is the purest and the softest Mat. They say 't is Black Em. Why then since Gold is hard and yet is precious His Face must all be made of soft black Gold Mat. But Madam Em. No more I have learn'd enough for once Mat. Here are a Crew of Kentish Lads and Lasses Wou'd entertain ye till your Lord's return With Songs and Dances to divert your Cares Em. O bring 'em in For tho' I cannot see the Songs I love 'em And Love they tell me is a Dance of Hearts Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses 1 Shepherd sings How blest are Shepherds how happy their Lasses 1 Shepherd sings While Drums Trumpets are sounding Alarms 1 Shepherd sings Over our Lowly Sheds all the Storm passes And when we die 't is in each others Arms. All the Day on our Herds and Flocks employing All the Night on our Flutes and in enjoying Chor. All the Day c. 2. Bright Nymphs of Britain with Graces attended Let not your Days without Pleasure expire Honour 's but empty and when Youth is ended All Men will praise you but none will desire Let not Youth fly away without Contenting Age will come time enough for your Repenting Chor. Let not Youth c. Here the Men offer their Flutes to the Women which they refuse 2 Shepherdess Shepherd Shepherd leave Decoying 2 Shepherdess Pipes are sweet a Summers Day But a little after Toying Women have the Shot to Pay 2. Here are Marriage-Vows for signing Set their Marks that cannot write After that witghout Repining Play and Welcom Day and Night Here the Women give the Men Contracts which they accept Chor. of all Come Shepherds lead up a lively Measure Chor. of all The Cares of VVedlock are Cares of Pleasure But whether Marriage bring Joy or Sorrow Make sure of this Day and hang to Morrow The Dance after the Song and Exeunt Shepherds and Shepherdesses Enter on the other side of the Stage Oswald and Guillamar Osw The Night has wilder'd us and we are faln Among their foremost Tents Guill Ha! What are these They seem of more than Vulgar Quality Em. What Sounds are those They cannot far be distant Where are we now Matilda Mat. Just before your Tent Fear not they must be Friends and they approach Em. My Arthur speak my Love Are you return'd To bless your Emmeline Oswa to Guilla I know that Face 'T is my Ungrateful Fair
Saint he will Forgive us Con. Oswald undoubtedly will Fight it bravely Aur. And it behoves him well 't is his last Stake To Alb. But what manner of Man is this Oswald Have ye ever seen him Al. Ne'er but once that was to my Cost too I follow'd him too close And to say Truth somwhat Uncivilly upon a Rout But he turn'd upon me as quick and as round as a chaft'd Boar And gave me two Licks across the Face to put me In mind of my Christianity Con. I know him well he 's free and open Hearted Aur. His Countries Character That Speaks a German Con. Revengeful rugged violently brave and once relolv'd is never to be mov'd Alb. Yes he 's a valiant Dog Pox on him Con. This was the Character he then maintain'd Whon in my Court he sought my Daughters Love My Fair Blind Emmeline Alb. I cannot blame him for Courting the Heiress of Cornwall All Heiresses are Beautiful and as Blind as she is he would have had No Blind Bargain of her Aur. For that Defeat in Love he rais'd this War For Royal Arthur Reign'd within her Heart Ere Oswald mov'd his Sute Con. Ay now Aurelius you have Nam'd a Man One whom besides the Homage that I owe As Cornwall's Duke to his Imperial Crown I wou'd have chosen out from all Mankind To be my Soveraign Lord. Aur. His Worth divides him from the crowd of Kings So Born without Desert to be so Born Men set aloft to be the Scourge of Heaven And with long Arms to lash the Under-World Con. Arthur is all that 's Excellent in Oswald And void of all his Faults In Battle brave But still Serene in all the Stormy War Like Heaven above the Clouds and after Fight As Merciful and Kind to vanquisht Foes As a Forgiving God but see he 's here And Praise is Dumb before him Enter King Arthur Reading a Letter with Attendants Arthur Reading Go on Auspicious Prince the Stars are kind Unfold thy Banners to the willing Wind While I with Aiery Legions help thy Arms Confronting Art with Art and Charms with Charms So Merlin writes nor can we doubt th' event To Con. With Heav'n and you to Friends Oh Noble Conon You taught my tender Hands the Trade of War And now again you Helm your hoary Head And under double weight of Age and Arms Assert your Countries Freedom and my Crown Con. No more my Son Arth. Most happy in that Name Your Emmeline to Oswald's Vows resus'd You made my plighted Bride Your Charming Daughter who like Love Born Blind Un-aiming hits with surest Archery And Innocently kills Con. Remember Son You are a General other Wars require you For see the Saxon Gross begins to move Arth. Their Infantry Embattel'd square and close March firmly on to fill the middle space Cover'd by their advancing Cavalry By Heav'n 't is Beauteous Horrour The Noble Oswald has provok'd my Envy Enter Emmeline led by Matilda Ha! Now my Beauteous Emmeline appears Anew but Oh a softer Flame inspires me Even Rage and Vengeance slumber at her sight Con. Haste your Farewel I 'll chear my Troops and wait ye Exit Conon Em. Oh Father Father I am sure you 're here Because I see your Voice Arth. No thou mistak'st thy hearing for thy sight He 's gone my Emmeline And I but stay to gaze on those fair Eyes Which cannot view the Conquest they have made Oh Star-like Night dark only to thy self But full of Glory as those Lamps of Heav'n That see not when they shine Em. What is this Heav'n and Stars and Night and Day To which you thus compare my Eyes and me I understand you when you say you love For when my Father clasps my Hand in his That 's cold and I can feel it hard and wrinkl'd But when you grasp it then I sigh and pant And something smarts and tickles at my Heart Arth. Oh Artless Love where the Soul moves the Tongue And only Nature speaks what Nature thinks Had she but Eyes Em. Just now you said I had I see 'em I have two Arth. But neither see Em. I 'm sure they hear you then What can your Eyes do more Arth. They view your Beauties Em. Do not I see You have a Face like mine Two Hands and two round pretty rising Breasts That heave like mine Arth. But you describe a Woman Nor is it sight but touching with your Hands Em. Then 't is my Hand that sees and that 's all one For is not seeing touching with your Eyes Arth. No for I see at distance where I touch not Em. If you can see so far and yet not touch I fear you see my Naked Legs and Feet Quite through my Cloaths pray do not see so well Arth. Fear not sweet Innocence I view the lovely Features of your Face Your Lips Carnation your dark shaded Eye-brows Black Eyes And Snow white Forehead all the Colours That make your Beauty and produce my Love Em. Nay then you do not love on equal terms I love you dearly without all these helps I cannot see your Lips Carnation Your shaded Eye-brows nor your Milk-white Eyes Arth. You still mistake Em. Indeed I thought you had a Nose and Eyes And such a Face as mine have not Men Faces Arth. Oh none like yours so excellently fair Em. Then wou'd I had no Face for I wou'd be Just such a one as you Arth. Alas 't is vain to instruct your Innocence You have 〈…〉 of Light or Colours Emmâ—l Why is not that a Trumpet Trumpet sound within Arth. Yes Em. I knew it And I can tell you how the sound on 't looks It looks as if it had an angry fighting Face Arth. 'T is now indeed a sharp unpleasant sound Because it calls me hence from her I love To meet Ten thousand Foes Em. How does so many Men ee'r come to meet This Devil Trumpet vexes 'em and then They feel about for one anothers Faces And so they meet and kill Arth. I 'll tell ye all when we have gain'd the Field One kiss of your fair Hand the pledge of Conquest And so a short farewel Kisses her Hand and Exit with Aurel. Alb. and Attendants Em. My Heart and Vows go with him to the Fight May every Foe be that which they call blind And none of all their Swords have Eyes to find him But lead me nearer to the Trumpet 's Face For that brave Sound upholds my sainting Heart And while I hear methinks I sight my part Exit led by 〈…〉 Enter Oswald and Osmond The Scene represents a place of Heathen worship The three Saxon Gods Woden Thor and Freya placed on Pedestals An Altar Osmo 'T is time to hasten our mysterious Rites Because your Army waits you Oswald making three Bows before the three Images Oswa Thor Freya Woden all ye Saxon Powers Hear and revenge my Father Hengist's death Osmo Father of Gods and Men great Woden hear Mount thy hot Courfer drive amidst thy Foes List high thy
in Arcadia Reigns VVhere Pleasure mixt with Profit lyes 2. Though Jasons Office was Fam'd of old The British VVool is growing Gold No Mines can more of VVealth supply It keeps the Peasant from the Cold And takes for Kings the Tyrian Dye The last Stanza sung over again betwixt Pan and the Nereide After which the former Dance is varied and goes on Enter Comus with three Peasants who sing the following Song in Parts Com. YOur Hay it is Mow'd your Corn is Reap'd Your Barns will be full and your Hovels heap'd Come my Boys come Come my Boys come And merrily Roar out Harvest Home Harvest Home Harvest Home And merrily Roar out Harvest Home Chorus Come my Boys come c. 1 Man VVe ha' cheated the Parson we 'll cheat him agen For why shou'd a Blockhead ha' One in Ten One in Ten One in Ten. For why shou'd a Blockhead ha' One in Ten Chorus One in Ten One in Ten For why shou'd a Blockhead ha' One in Ten 2. For Prating so long like a Book-learn'd Sot Till Pudding and Dumplin burn to Pot Burn to Pot Burn to Pot Till Fudding and Dumplin burn to Pot. Chorus Burn to Pot c. 3. We 'll toss off our Ale till we canno ' stand And Hoigh for the Honour of Old England Old England Old England And Hoigh for the Honour of Old England Chorus Old England c. The Dance vary'd into a round Country-Dance Enter Venus Venus Fairest Isle all Isles Excelling Seat of Pleasures and of Loves Venus here will chuse her Dwelling And forsake her Cyprian Groves 2. Cupid from his Fav'rite Nation Care and Envy will Remove Jealousie that poysons Passion And Despair that dies for Love 3. Gentle Murmurs sweet Complaining Sighs that blow the Fire of Love Soft Repulses kind Disdaining Shall be all the Pains you prove 4. Every Swain shall pay his Duty Grateful every Nymph shall prove And as these Excel in Beauty Those shall be Renown'd for Love SONG by Mr. HOWE She. 1. YOu say 'T is Love Creates the Pain Of which so sadly you Complain And yet wou'd fain Engage my Heart In that uneasie cruel part But how Alas think you that I Can bear the Wound of which you die He. 2. 'T is not my Passion makes my Care But your Indiff'rence gives Despair The Lusty Sun begets no Spring Till Gentle Show'rs Assistance bring So Love that Scorches and Destroys Till Kindness Aids can cause no Joys She. 3. Love has a Thousand Ways to please But more to rob us of our Ease For Wakeful Nights and Careful Days Some Hours of Pleasure he repays But Absence soon or Jealous Fears O'erflow the Joys with Floods of Tears He. 4. By vain and senseless Forms betray'd Harmless Love 's th' Offender made While we no other Pains endure Than those that we our selves procure But one soft Moment makes Amends For all the Torment that attends 5. Chorus of Both. Let us love let us love and to Happiness haste Age and Wisdom come too fast Youth for Loving was design'd He alone I 'll be constant you be kind She alone You be constant I 'll be kind Both. Heav'n can give no greater Blessing Than faithful Love and kind Possessing After the Dialogue a Warlike Consort The Scene opens above and discovers the Order of the Garter Enter Honour Attended by Hero's Merl. These who last enter'd are our Valiant Britains Who shall by Sea and Land Repel our Foes Now look above and in Heav'ns High Abyss Behold what Fame attends those future Hero's Honour who leads 'em to that Steepy Height In her Immortal Song shall tell the rest Honour sings Hon. 1. St. George the Patron of our Isle A Soldier and a Saint On that Auspicious Order smile Which Love and Arms will plant 2. Our Natives not alone appear To Court this Martiall Prize But Foreign Kings Adopted here Their Crowns at Home despise 3. Our Soveraign High in Aweful State His Honours shall bestow And see his Sceptr'd Subjects wait On his Commands below A full Chorus of the whole Song After which the Grand Dance Arth. to Merl. Wisely you have whate'er will please reveal'd What wou'd displease as wisely have conceal'd Triumphs of War and Peace at full ye show But swiftly turn the Pages of our Wo. Rest we contented with our present State 'T is Anxious to enquire of future Fate That Race of Hero's is enough alone For all unseen Disasters to atone Let us make haste betimes to Reap our share And not Resign them all the Praise of War But set th' Example and their Souls Inflame To Copy out their Great Forefathers Fame FINIS