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heaven_n	chorus_n	great_a	sing_v	5,694	5	13.3085	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59443	Psyche a tragedy / written by Tho. Shadwell.	Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.; Molière, 1622-1673. Psyché.; Locke, Matthew, 1621 or 2-1677.; Draghi, Giovanni Battista, ca. 1640-1708.	1675 (1675)	Wing S2866; ESTC R22616	40,888	96

retain Your Son for ever shall your humblest Slave remain Ven. I must be gone you sigh and beg in vain Cup. Oh hear my pray'rs do not my tears despise Behold the humble offerings of my eyes If ever yet true grief y 'ave felt Your Marble heart will at this object melt Ah think what pity to your Son is due Think but what wonders he has wrought for you How many hearts he has wounded for your sake Remember this and then some pity take Ven. No more for her will I neglected be Nor will I be afronted more by thee I 'll be reveng'd on all your insolence And with eternal death I 'll punish her offence Cup. Oh cruel Murdress I will take her part And will revenge my self upon your heart Against your breast I 'll sharpen every Dart. You in despair shall languish and decay Those feeble charms y'have left shall fly away Languid shall be your looks and weak your eyes Your former Worshippers shall your faint Beams despise No Lover more youe'r shall gain I will be deaf when ever you complain Without Love's pow'r all Beauty is but vain Its seeming Essence Beauty does derive Onely from the reflection which Love makes Like that Which from reflected light a colour takes The Body does no being to it give Tremble at my revenge for well you know What I by my resistless pow'r can do Ven. Farewell you insolent and daring Boy A living Psyche you shall ne'r enjoy She mounts her Chariot and flies away Cup. Oh cruel Mother do not fly Oh think how great must be that misery Makes an Immortal Being wish to die Spight of my self I must for ever live And without her eternally must grieve You I conjure by all the heavenly Race By all the pleasure of each stoln embrace By the most ravishing moment of delight You ever had free from your Husbands sight By all the joys of day and raptures of the night Return return Venus being almost lost in the Clouds Cupid flies up and gets into her Chariot and brings her back Do but my Psyche's life restore And I will never ask you more Do it and all your pleasures I 'll renew And add a thousand which you never knew Ven. At length your sad complaints have soften'd me Psyche shall live Cup. Oh Heav'n Ven. But not for thee Nature returns and I forgive my Boy Restor'd you her shall see but never shall enjoy Cup. What dreadful words are these I hear Jupiter appears upon his Eagle But lo the mighty Thund'rer does appear To him your cruelty I will reveal To the great Iupiter I now appeal Soul of the World I beg you 'll do me right Against my savage Mothers rage and spight Iup. Goddess of Beauty you must gentle grow And your severe Decree recall T'almighty Love the Universe must bow And without him must to confusion fall On Earth no Prince in Heav'n no Deity Is from his pow'rful Scepter free Do not the God of Union provoke Lest Heav'n and Earth feel his revenging stroke Should he the utmost of his rage employ He might the frame o' th Universe destroy Ven. Should he a Mortal for his Wife embrace And by this hated Match blemish my heavenly Race Iup. Psyche to him shall equal be She is no Mortal she shall never die For I will give her Immortality Ven. This puts a happy end to all our strife Psyche arise from seeming death return And with my Son enjoy immortal life Where you shall ever love and never mourn Psyche revives Psyc. Who is it calls me from deaths silent night And makes me thus revisit light Oh Gods am I again blest with thy sight Cup. For ever both your Godheads I 'll adore Who did my Psyche to my arms restore Nor Hell nor Heaven shall make me quit thee more Psyc. Do I again view thy Celestial face Cup. Do I again my Dear my Love embrace Iup. Come happy Lovers you with me shall go Where you the utmost Joys of Love shall know Amongst the Gods I Psyche will translate And they shall these blest Nuptials celebrate In honour to them I will summon all The pow'rs of Heav'n to keep a Festival The Scene changes to a Heav'n In the highest part is the Palace of Jupiter the Columns and all the Ornaments of it of Gold The lower part is all fill'd with Angels and Cupids with a round open Temple in the midst of it This Temple is just before the Sun whose Beams break fiercely through it in divers places Below the Heav'ns several Semicircular Clouds of the breadth of the whole House descend In these Clouds sit the Musicians richly Habited On the front Cloud sits Apollo alone While the Musicians are descending they play a Symphony till Apollo begins and sings as follows Apollo sings Apollo ASsemble all the Heavenly Quire And let the God of Love inspire Your hearts with his Celestial Fire The God of Love's a happy Lover made His ravishing delights shall never fade Chorus of Apollo's followers with Flagellets and Recorders With his Immortal Psyche He Now tastes those joys which ought to be As lasting as Eternity Apollo Come Lovers from the Elizian Groves And celebrate these heavenly Loves A Symphony of Pipes then Enter six Princes of Elizium with six Ladies Apollo Bacchus with all your jolly Crew Come revel at these Nuptials too A Symphony of Hoboys then enter Bacchus with the Maenades and Aegipanes Apollo Come all ye winged Spirits of the skies And all ye mighty Deities A Symphony of Recorders Cupids and Spirits descend hanging in the Skies Gods and Goddesses in Chariots and Clouds Apollo You all his humble Vassals are And in his joy should have a share Chor. With his immortal Psyche he Now tastes c. 1. Elisian Lover sings a Treble On Earth by unkindness are often destroy'd The delights in the Nymphs who are so much ador'd Or else the poor Lovers by kindness are cloy'd So faint are the pleasures their Love does afford 2. Treble With sighs and with tears With jealousies griefs and with fears The wretched poor Lover is tost For a few moments pleasure his liberty 's lost 3. Treble How short are those moments yet how few they employ Ah how short ah how short is the joy 2. Treble Ah how short ah how short is the joy 1. Treble Ah how short ah how short is the joy Chorus of three Trebles to the Recorder Organ and Harpsicals Thus wretched Mankind does suffer below And in Heav'n each Godhead to Cupid does bow But Love Love was ne'r perfect till now A Symphony of soft Musick of all the Instruments Then Iupiter descends in a Machine with Cupid on one side and Psyche on the other Then a Dance of six Elizian Princes gloriously habited Mars sings to a Warlike Movement Behold the God whose mighty pow'r We all have felt and all adore To him I all my Triumphs owe To him my Trophies I must yield He makes victorious Monarchs bow And

from the Conqu'ror gains the Field Chorus to Trumpets Kettle Drums Flutes Warlike Musick He turns all the horrours of War to delight And were there no Love no Heroes would fight A Returnello by Martial Instruments c. Mars Honour to Battel spurs them on Honour brings Pow'r when War is done But who would venture Life for Pow'r Onely to govern dull Mankind 'T is Woman Woman they adore For Beauty they those dangers find Chorus to Warlike Musick No Princes the toyls of Ambition would prove Or Dominion would prize if it were not for Love A Returnello again Bacchus The delights of the Bottle and the charms of good Wine To the power and the pleasures of Love must resign Though the Night in the joys of good Drinking be past The debauches but till the next Morning will last Chorus to Hoboys and Rustick Musick of Ma●…des and Aegipanes But Loves great Debauch is more lasting and strong For that often lasts a man all his life long A Returnello again Bacchus Love and Wine are the Bonds which fasten us all The World but for these to confusion would fall Were it not for the pleasures of Love and good Wine Mankind for each trifle their lives would resign Chorus They 'd not value dull life or would live with-out thinking Nor would Kings rule the World but for Love and good drinking A Returnello again Apollo But to Love to Love the great union they owe All in Earth and in Heav'n to his Scepter must bow A general Chorus of all the Voices and Instruments The Dancers mingle with the Singers All joy to this Celestial Pair Who thus by Heav'n united are 'T is a great thing worth Heav'ns design To make Love's Pow'r with Beauty's joyn Six Attendants to the Elizian Princes bring in Portico's of Arbors adorn'd with Festoons and Garlands through which the Princes and they dance the Attendants still placing them in several Figures Iup. For ever happy in your Psyche be Who now is crown'd with Immortality On Earth Love never is from troubles free But here 't is one eternal Extasie 'Mongst all the Joys which Heav'n and Earth can find Love 's the most glorious object of the mind EPILOGUE WHat e'r the Poet has deserv'd from you Would you the Actors for his faults undo The Painter Dancer and Musician too For you those Men of skill have done their best But we deserve much more then all the rest We have stak'd all we have to treat you here And therefore Sirs you should not be severe We in one Vessel have adventur'd all The loss should we be Shipwrack'd were not small But if it be decreed that we must fall We fall with honour Gallants you can tell No Foreign Stage can ours in Pomp excel And here none e'r shall treat you half so well Poor Players have this day that Splendor shown Which yet but by Great Monarchs has been done Whilst our rich Neighbours mock us for 't we know Already th' utmost they intend to do Yet all the fame you give 'em we allow To their best Plays and their best Actors too But Sirs Good Plays from Censure here you 'll not exempt Yet can like Farces there below contempt Drolls which so course so dull sobawdy are The dirty Rout would damn 'em in a Fair Yet Gentlemen such stuff will daily see Nay Ladies too will in the Boxes be What is become of former modesty Yet Best Iudges will our Ornaments allow Though they the wrong side of the Arras show But Oh a long farewel to all this sort Of Plays which this vast Town can not support If you could be content th' expence to bear We would improve and treat you better ev'ry year FINIS