Rhymes my Name your Theme must be And Cynthia decks the Bark of every Tree Eclipsing thus my Fame and Grandeur too Speak now aspiring Fool is not this true Endym. The Sacred Name of Cynthia all adore And so do I. Cynth. But that you lov'd you swore Endym. I durst not so presume Cynth. What does he say Oh Heav'ns my Looks will my Surprize betray Aside Endym. My Hours in Adoration I employ You for all Mortal Passion are too high Love to our Equals well befits the Blood But not to you Cynth. What then you are too good Or love another which your Vanity Perhaps presumes to think does equal me This is an Insolence more vile and base Dare you affront and slight me to my Face This is a most unpardonable Fault Endym. She 's angry if I own my Love or not What must I do Cynth. This Crime excels the first Endym. Then Madam I could love you if I durst Cynth. A slight Affection still is sway'd by Fear The perfect Lover never fails to dare Endym. So much Perfection in my Flame I 'll prove That were it scann'd before the Throne of Iove No Mortal e'er had so refin'd a Love On this white Altar let me seal the Truth Kneels and kisses her hand This Hand that can create Eternal Youth Transporting Odours breathe thro' every Pore That can ev'n Age inspire with Heat once more And crazy Nature's worst Decay restore White as the Milky Way in yonder Skies And sweet as th' fragrant Groves in Paradise Ah who could live If so much Rapture always were exprest With so much Heav'n Youth Love and Beauty blest Kisses her hand between every word Who would not sigh and kiss and ne'r have done Cynth. Oh Gods What are we doing away be gone Snatching her hand away Obscure thy self in Shades my Anger fly Act such another Errour thou shalt dye Where are my Glories now To whom Adoring Nations humbly bow'd That at a distance kept the Noisie Crowd That awful Grandeur which my Beauty grac't With Vertues pure immaculate and chast Destroy'd and wither'd like a blasted Flower Oh shame to Honour and Majestick Power When it shall e'er be told my Father Iove The dazling Queen of all the Stars above Stood listning to a whining Tale of Love No I 'll controll this Tyrant in my Veins Oppose the Power that o'er my Freedom reigns Punish the Offender that dares so presume Who soon shall find my Anger in my Doom Exit Cynthia Endym. Punish th' Offender that dares so presume Who soon shall find my Anger in my Doom Oh Fatal Sound Oh Tyrant Beauty too Thou Basilisk which murder'st with a View Thou flattering Ocean that in Calms dost guide Fond Man at first with smooth deceitful Tide To wreck him after in tempestuous Pride Extend thy utmost Force and since thy Doom Can give my Griefs a Period let it come Till when I 'll thus of cruel Fate complain Falls on the Ground Dispairing Love can know no second Pain Enter Syrinx with a Drug Syr. My glorious Rival in you Vale I met Her Eyes with bubbling Drops of Sorrow wet But 't was a Grief which sprung from Love I fear And see to clear the Doubt Endymion here And by the Posture that I find him in Some petty Quarrel has betwixt 'em heen Oh Traitour Oh Ingrate but hush my Thoughts Here 's that shall take Revenge for all his Faults Endym. How blest is Man when his Life's Journey ends Syr. Endymion rise and see what Cynthia sends To ease thy Aching Heart and makes amends For past Unkindness Endym. Who names Cynthia Syrnix I who bring this Cordial from her Taste and try It 's wondrous Vertue Rises Endym. Dearer than Fame or Wealth Syrinx Drink deep and with a Gusto come her Health Endym. With so entire a Zeal My throbbing Heart does the great Pleasure own That were it Poyson thus it should go down Syrinx The Draught and thy Prophetick Soul agree He drinks 'T is Poyson and tho' no Fatal Quality Renders it Mortal it Life's Orders sways And thou shalt sleep the Râ—â—â—ant of thy Days Ha Ha it works the strange Effect begins Let this advance the Number of my Sins It yet feeds my Revenge Since hopeless Love Sleep from my Eyes did sever 'T is fit who caus'd the Curse should sleep for ever Exit Cynthia returns Cynthia ' Midst all the Anger I Endymion bear Methinks I cannot leave him to despair His Youth may for aspiring Love atone Since 't was a Fault by my Permission done See where he lies his Face all bath'd in Tears Hah sure he 's dead Oh my ill boding Fears 'T is so he 's gone and by my Rigor dy'd Oh! Curst Effects of Greatness and of Pride Oh poor unhappy Youth could not thy Ear A Woman's false dissembl'd Anger bear Be Beauty henceforth blasted not ador'd Nor any Charming Influence afford Who waits there Stars Nymphs Rivers all appear This Fatal News to Iove my Father bear Enter Psyche Daphne Cassiopeia Andromeda Neptune Rivers and Stars Consult the Oracle his Life to save Say I must fetch Endymion from the Grave Musick But first Sacred and Harmonious Sound Begin and Consecrate this Fatal Ground Bring me my Sable Veil and put it on Thus I Eclipse the Lustre of the Moon Here the Moon being Eclips'd all the Stage is darken'd Shade allimy Beams that did the World adorn And Nature for Endymion's Death shall mourn Exit Amphit sings I. THE Poor Endymion lov'd too well A Nymph Divinely fair Whose Fatal Eyes could hourly kill Or worse could cause Despair For she had all her Sexes Pride And all their Beauty too And every Amorous Swain defy'd When e'er they came to wooe II. Ah! see oft cry'd the Love-sick Youth The Griefs my Bosom wears See see the Constancy of Truth Of their still falling Tears Yet She regardless saw him weep not minding true Desert Which shook him with a Wooe so deep As broke at last his Heart III. And now upon her Guilty Head The Sin of Murder lyes She shrinks and starts to see him dead And Pity fills her Eyes Ah! see what Creatures Women are She loves him more and more And now does languish in Despair For what she scorn'd before Chorus Ask the Monarch of the Noon Why we lose our Darling Moon And if long she hide her Face Ask him to supply her Place And if long c. Neptune Look down Almighty Jove look down And from thy Darling Throne above Behold the Sorrows that the Land Oppress Behold our dismal Loss of Happiness By Cynthia's Fatal Frowns My Stormy Seas mount high And in my Face do fly And surely Boreas no Obedience owns Ah! Pity and Redress Afflicted Nature's in Convulsions now Nor knows she what to do To gain her past Delight And to appease appease appease The Lovely Angry Goddess of the Night Poct sings Ask the Oracles and straight We shall know Endymion's Fate Nothing hidden lies To their great Divinities Chorus
hast prevail'd Psyche Oh happy Hour Cynthia And now you Deities and every Power That love the night days coming luster chace And shade the glowing blushes of my face Let Phaebus close confin'd this minute be Attractive Thetis keep him in the Sea Till I this strange unusual thing have done And the effect of Iove's Command have shewn Take this Kiss which Oracles ordain Take what no Mortal did before obtain Not ever after thee must hope again Kisses him he awakes Cupid The sacred Touch divine Impression makes See from his deadly Swoon the Youth awakes Let him his Heaven find in Cynthia's Charms My Heav'n's on Earth whilst Psyche's in my Arms. Psyche Ah! can this beautious Vision then be true Runs eagerly and embraces Psyche My dear dear Charmer am I sure 't is you Cupid 'T is I thou sweet Perfection of thy Kind Ah round thy Waste let me like Ivy bind Embracing Psyche But how what shall I call my Heart's best Joy Cupid Call me the Soveraign of Sympathy But if my common Title thou would'st know The God of Love all humanes call me so With better Title grac'd now being thine Embracing her Psyche The God of Love was ever Fate like mine Embraces and kisses him Now with my Sex can I with Pride look down And above Mortal Bliss can prize my own They still must with short scraps of Joy dispence But here for ever I 've the Quintessence Agen embrace Cupid To the glad World the Light 's restor'd agen Endimion comes forward Endim. Where am I now what Visions have I seen My Heart yet throbs with the Remains of Joy That blest my Sence and entertain'd my Eye Eternal Groves all flourishing and gay Refreshing Bloom and everlasting Day Upon a lucid Mount methought I sate And saw the sacred Mysteries of Fate Beheld the Furies chase Earth's impious brood Whilst Gods were coyning Blessings for the good But now methinks I feel my wonted Pain Shaking to mortal Cares return'd again Yet who a Pain can know when Cynthia's by Oh my full heart Cynthia Endimion yes 't is I Whose pity was too great to see you lie So long entranc'd but how how came you charm'd Endim. What your Eyes left undone your Drug perform'd Cynthia My Drug he raves and I th' Infection take Endim. Admire not Madam Miracles you make Syrinx from you the fatal potion brought Cynthia From me Oh impious Wretch let her be sought By all my Stars I ne're had such a Thought Endim. Then I am happy beyond mortal Bliss For 't is a Torment to me I confess To think great Cynthia was the Poysoner Of poor Endimion for Adoring her The Heavenly Powers On Reprobates their Furies exercise But cast no Thunder on the Votaries Besides my Love had so much purity It cou'd not lessen you tho' it exaled me Cupid Since Harmony Alarms every thing below Let Songs of Love Life's darling Blessing show Enter Zephirus and Iris and Sing Zeph. AH what happy Days and Nights The fond Lover Does discover When his Mistriss smiles upon him To the Heaven of sweet Delights Kind Desire Mounts him higher Every Moment she looks on him 'T is the noblest Gift of Jove 'T is the greatest Ioy above Let us then for ever love Ever love ever love Let us then for ever love Iris. II. Bliss beyond all Thought she feels Who 's kind Wooer Does pursue her With a true and constant Passion Panting Ioy each Pulse reveals All her Glances Are Advances When Love rules her Inclination Pray we then to Mighty Jove That our Flames may ne'er remove But for ever let us love Let us love let us love But for ever let us love Second Movement Zeph. Humours most obstinate Love changes soon Iris. Love puts the harshest discord into tune Zeph. Inspires the sordid makes the Miser fine Iris. Turns humane cares into a bliss divine 'T is all transporting Joy and charms the Heart 'T is all in all and all in every part Chorus of both 'T is all transporting c. Enter Apollo Deified with a Crown of Stars with Daphne guarded and a young Shepherd Apollo Endimion take this Crown and put it on The King of Gods adopts thee for his Son Wonder not but receive the Gift from me The next to this is Immortality Thy sacred Vertues are proclaim'd above Even in the high and dazling Court of Iove Who will himself descend to honour thee Endim. So much devotion to the grace belongs I must in Blushes pay my gratitude Apollo And now since the great Thunderer has endued Me with new Power and from the Race of Men Translated me into a God agen Th' Affronts and Injuries I lately bore I purpose to revenge Cynthia You have the Power Apollo Look then upon this slander to her Race This very Devil with an Angel's face False as a Harlot's Tears to gain her Will Or an old Rebel Politician's Zeal True Woman like the first Mankind betray'd When Hell and she their precious bargain made This Creature this fair piece of Cruelty I blush to speak it was belov'd by me The Mistress of my Soul and fond Desires Till her vain folly quench'd my hallow'd fires I was the subject of her scorn and pride Jest and a thousand Vanities beside But see the Woman's cheat in being coy This seeming Virtue with a down-cast Eye I found this Morning courting of a Boy Pratling warm Love applauding his rare Feature Prompted by all the Furies in her Nature This mov'd my Rage and by the Powers above Refusing me she shall no other love Cynthia To everlasting Shades I her condemn First for refusing you then loving him Daph. Oh fatal Sound oh cruel Goddess too Upon my Knees thus let me rooted grow Kneels Untill this horrid Sentence you repeal Apollo To hope compassion and yet none to feel What confidence is this Daph. Ah calm your hate In a soft Tone You once was kinder in your Mortal state Am I grown old and do my Charms abate Apollo Ah flattering Mischief think not to regain Affection lost I was a Lover then That fed your Pride and bred you to be Vain Nay so divine a Passion I could boast My love supply'd the heaven I had lost But no return no gratitude I met You must be coy Daph. I but dissembl'd it You say yourself it is the female cheat Apollo You cannot love pursue the Humour still Daph. Forgive me now and if I can I will Tenderly kneeling Apollo What your young Minion here for him you 'll try No I 'll not trust your Sex's fallacy He is the chosen Darling you adore And I am to be flatter'd for my Power Away this last Affront's too great to bear The Wretch I 'll not forgive I will not hear Your Sex shall know that Heaven your Beauty gave Not to oblige the fool or fortune's slave But to reward the witty and the brave Daph. Why then Rage on and your worst Anger prove My stubborn fix'd Resolve it ne'er shall move
A NEW OPERA CALL'D Cinthia and Endimion OR THE Loves of the Deities As it was Designed to be Acted at COURT before the late QUEEN and now Acted at the Theatre Royal by His MAJESTY's Servants The Second Edition Written by Mr. D'VRFEY LONDON Printed by W. Onley for Sam. Briscoe in Russel-street Covent-garden and R. Wellington at the Lute in St. Paul's Church-yard 1697. ☞ The Relapse or Vertue in Danger Being the Second Part of The Fool in Fashion A Comedy acted at the Theatre Royal. A new Opera call'd Brutus of Alba or Augusta's Triumph Acted at the Theatre in 〈◊〉 Garden With Variety of new Songs Both sold for Sam. Briscoe in Covent-Garden The Names and Characters of the Representers in the Opera morally fashioning the Vertues and Vices of Human Nature JVpiter Cinthia Representing Greatness and Honour attack'd by natural Frailty and wavering Passion Apollo Representing Wit and Love slighted by obstinate Pride Cupid Representing Desire wanton and unsatisfy'd Psyche Representing innocent Vertue o'ercome by insinuation Opportunity and Love Daphne Representing affected Pride and ill-Ill-nature Pan Representing Ignorance and Credulity Mercury Representing Subtileness Wantonness and Inconstancy Endimion Representing Modesty Integrity and Good-nature Syrinx Representing irregular Passion Treachery and Envy Gods Goddesses Neptune Amphitrite Pactolus Ganges Tyber Thames Saturnia Pleiades Zephirus Shepherds Satyrs Singers Dancers and Attendants The Scene Ionia with Mount Latmus To the Right Honourable HENRY Earl of Rumney Viscount Sidney Master-General of his Majesty's Ordinance one of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy-Council Constable of Dover-Castle and Lord-Warden of the Cinque-Ports My LORD BE pleas'd from your humble and most oblig'd Servant to accept this Off-spring of my Muse which I am the more incourag'd to lay at your Feet because it formerly had the Honour to be look'd upon with a gracious Regard by the best of Queens of late happy and glorious Memory before whom it had been presented in her Court if the ensuing National Fatality had not in the interim unfortunately happened however not to let it be intirely a Prey to ill Destiny I have with great Care and Pains at last made shift to strip it from its Mourning into a Dress proper to be seen by the Town tho' it may want that Illustration which the Court-Ornament had adorn'd it with And therefore most humbly beg your Lordship to make one Addition more to the many repeated Condescentions and Favours you have conferr'd on me which is to let it be honour'd with a Place in your Esteem and then I shall never have occasion to value what Malice Ill-nature or any unjust Criticism shall inveterately expose to its Prejudice You are one my Lord that all Eyes are so much upon all Hearts so much inclin'd to honour serve and love and all Pens so oblig'd and ready to praise that tho' my Heart be as full of desire to do it as is possible yet I find there is no place left void for me to express my Duty there is nothing to be said which has not been already and perhaps too with more Advantage on the Writer's side than I have Partiality enough for my self to pretend to There is another significant Reason too my Lord which wholly deters me from the common Custom of Poets and Dedicators which is your Scorn and Detestation of Flattery wherein you nobly imitate the Royal Inclination and Humour of our Glorious Master King WILLIAM who never fail'd to shew his frowning Dislike of that Frenchified Vice nor ever gave Incouragement for its Seeds to be planted and grow in his Dominions To whom I wish Eternal Honour Successful Victory and Long Life And that you my Lord in reward of your Indefatigable Duty Care and Zeal for his Service may always be happy in the Station you now are in The Blessing of his Smiles and Favour is the Perpetual Wish of My LORD Your Lordship 's most intirely devoted humble Servant T. D'URFEY PROLOGUE to Cinthia and Endimion The Scene is a pleasant Country in which appears by an artificial Sun just setting Mount Latmus with pleasant Valleys round it some full of Corn others with Fruit a Gloominess on the suddain o're-spreads the Stage till after a while Saturnia representing Night ascends from the Stage and Sings Saturnia THe weary hot and amorous God of Day Desends into the Bosom of the Sea To revel there some pleasant Hours away And I succeeding Regent of the Night Till mighty Cinthia rises with new Light O're all the gloomy World extend my awful sway Nature is gâ—ne to rest and Human-kind Possest with Peace of Mind Enâ—oy what in these Groveâ— the happy Shepherds find Appear my Dazling Pleiades appear Cinthia intends to Night to revel here Come come away Come come away Adorn'd each in her glittering Robe and shame Approaching-day Enter the Pleiades Electra Alcinoe Caleno Tagete Asterope Maia and Merope they joyn in a Figure like the Seven Stars as they appear the Scene becomes more light then Merope prepares to Sing Merope BEhold the Daughters of fam'd Atlas come Adorn'd with Lustre at great Night's command Thro' ambient Air ten thousand Leagues from home We come to Visit blest Ionia's Land II. Say mighty Queen of Shades what 's to be done What Wonders must the bright Virgiliae do Are we to Mutiny against the Sun And let Mankind no more his Splendor view Saturn No no no no that 's too severe No blemish must in your bright Forms appear Let Faction be by drossy Mortals shown The purer starry Region must have none Ioy is your business nâ—w Ioy and Delight Great Cinthia comes to revel here to Night Merope Then since the Affair is all Dancing and Play My light-footed Sisters shall trip it away So brisk that the Swains That inhabit the Plains Shall all at the Sight Have a Passion for Night And remember no more the dull Charms of the Day Saturn Bright Star Sweet Merope this grant of thine Shall make thee equal with my Planets shine For now the hour draws near and to my Sence Methinks I feel lov'd Zephirus's Influence The Charming Zephire fragrant breezes blows See whâ—re he comes perfuming every Rose And shedding Sacred Odours as he goes Enter Zephirus Sings this to a Minuit Tune Zephir Night dear Promoter of Lovers Felicity Thou sweet Attoner for Cares of the Day Happy disguise of a Virgins simplicity Whose guilty Blushes her Heart wou'd betray Thou sweet Concealer of her Intreague Which the Day wou'd reveal When to a private Bower At some Mid-night-hour whilst the old Dad do snore To her Love she wou'd steal II. Then the extreams of true Ioy are most ravishing When silent Hours indulge our Delight Whilst happy Mortals Loves Treasures are lavishing Day still they rail at but bless the kind Night Day the curst cause of Mortal Debate Pride Ambition and Cares With Sol lies dreaming Where Thetis is streaming Whilst Night Love and Fate Rule the World's grand Affairs Sat. I know I know and
know that Awful Godlike Form too well And know besides 't was Daphne brought him hither Oh! Love how powerful is thy Decree 'Mongst all the Gods sure I shall envy thee How blest are those caught in thy charming Snare And yet how blest am I whose Heart 's as free as Air. Apollo You 'r merry Hermes Hermes Brisk as the wanton Winds That â—iss the Beauty of the blooming Spring I have no Female-tyrants to torment me Employ'd with my two Trades Lying and Stealing I 've been so full of Business Love is routed I have no time for silly Sighs and Whinings The most attractive Nymphs I dare defie And all the Shafts in Love's Artiliry Apollo Take heed he 'll be reveng'd unless by Art You steal away the Weapons that should wound ye Herm. By Styx I 'll do 't if e're I catch him sleeping Last night I stole out one of Iuno's Teeth And 't would have made you laugh to to see the Goddess Mumping her Chops and mumble her Ambrosia Like an old Wrincled Beldam at a Feast Apoll. No doubt 't was good diversion Herm. But the most pleasant Theft that e're I made Was upon Venus when I stole her Cestos When cunning Zephire fann'd her Tinsel-robe Discovering the white World of naked Beauties To all the wondring Synod of the Gods Apoll. Since your dislike of Love has made you Wise I think I ought to Court you for Advice What think you of a Woman Herm. As a Creature That a Man is cheated with by Partial Nature A fine gay colour'd Weed a guilded Pill A dear damn'd pretty necessary Ill. Apoll. Yet Men their Praise in loftiest Wit express Herm. That 's but a smoother carrying on the Jest And make the coy Fools easier to Possess Apoll. But Constancy in Love Herm. Sure never was 'T is a dull Notion to explain an Ass. The constant Wretch that does but one adore Has neither Wit or Courage to Love more Apoll. This Vice of Roving's natural to Hermes But prithee Friend go and Solicite for me Thou hast a winning Tongue practice on Daphne Tell her my Love in influencing Words Gain her and make Apollo thine for ever Herm. If Lying which you know is my chief Talent Will work upon her she shall have enough on 't I 'll go and my best Skill on th' Instant prove And if a wheedling Tongue or Tears can move The God of Wit shall never dye for Love Exit Herm. Apoll. By my Heart's throbbing anguish it appears That with Mortality I have its Cares Ah! why should Love a Torment prove to me That is to others a Felicity The Harmony that times their jarring Strife And sweetens all the Cares of anxious Life Crowning a Mortal with as blest a Fate As a superiour Power that did Create Here a Symphony of Flutes and Hautboys are heard Apoll. By these delightful Sounds that charm my Ear Too well I find the God of Love is near And see he comes Triumphant through the Sky Bourn by the Winds that Kiss him as they fly In Pan's close Covert I 'll my self conceal I dare not tempt new Wounds till the old can heal Exit Apollo Cupid Descends attended by Zephirus Cupid By Iove's high State and all the Court divine Once more I swear fair Psyche must be mine Whilst from his Palace slily I stole down To Exercise my Power on haughty Cinthia In this her Interval of Mortal State Because she still above defy'd my Power By matchless Beauty I am caught myself Oh! she is whiter than my Mother's Doves Nay than my Mother's self the Queen of Loves More Innocent than Virtue in Perfection And young as th' Morning when the rosie Nymph Blushes to leave the Bosom of her Lover With my own Hand I took my fatal Dart And wounded e're I was aware my Heart And now I Rave I Love to that degree To gain her I 'd renounce Divinity Yonder she comes Sing Zephirus O! sing Some happy Strain some gentle moving thing Whilst I with subtle Practice play my part And steal into her Fancy by my Art Enter Psyche The First Song by Zephirus I. MVsing on Cares of Human State In a sweet shady Grove A strange Dispute I heard of late 'Twixt Vertue Fame and Love A Swain that wanted grave Advice Their nice Opinions crav'd How he might to Elezian rise Or get a Place beyond the Skies Or how he might be Sav'd II. Nice Vertue preach'd Religion's Laws Paths to Eternal Rest To Aid his King and Country's Cause Fame councell'd him was best But Love oppos'd each noisie Tongue And thus their Votes out-brav'd Get get a Mistress Fair and Young Love fiercely constantly and long And then thou shalt be Sav'd III. Swift as a thought the Amorous Swain To Silvia's Cottage flies In soft Expressions told her plain The way to heavenly Ioys She who with Piety was stor'd Her Bliss no longer wav'd Pleas'd with the God they both ador'd First smil'd then took him at his word And this they both were Sav'd Enter Psyche Psyche Cloy'd with the noisie 〈◊〉 the Seat of Care As I each Evening hither came for Air Harmonious sounds fill all the hallow'd Grove A charming Confort singing tales of Love Sure Iove his Sacred Choir does hither bring But what Oh! what is Love of what they sing Cupid Love is what does all mortal Joy controul The best and noblest Passion of the Soul Iove's kindest Gift for by its Rapture we May find the bliss of Immortality Sit down fair Charmer and for your delight Love that has fed your Ear shall please your Sight Psyche What Heavenly Visions in this place appear And what a beautious God-like thing is here Not to sit by him were my self to wrong For sure he cannot hurt me he 's so young A Dance of Cupid's Lovers here Cupid Now does not Love all other Joys excel Psyche Alas what have you done I am not well Methinks I feel an aching throbbing Pain Here at my Heart Cupid That shall be gone again Psyche Shall it oh when Cupid Dear Charmer when you prove So kind to bless me with the fruits of Love Psyche The fruits of Love do I the Garden know Are they Fruits where do they grow The Pain does now my Heart so strangely seize I would give any thing to purchase Ease Cupid But these are not the Fruits that you must grant Psyche I sigh and wish and know not what I want Tell me what are they Cupid You must kiss me Psyche Fie Cupid Love and embrace me Psyche For the World not I I never heard so confident a Boy Cupid A Boy Do not my Courage by the Stature scan Kiss me and you shall find I am a Man Turn this way Sweet and the soft Blessing prove The dear Preparative to Rapture Love Psyche He wins upon me strangely and his Tongue I fear would charmmy Heart should I stay long And see methinks his Frame is alter'd quite And now he 's grown up to a manly Height Psyche
unthaw'd I 've with unusual Patience wandred round Yet nothing worth my Javelin have found Sure Hermes with a Lye abus'd my Ear Hah do I dream or is Apollo there 'T is he and now I 'm sure I am betray'd He comes but I 'll to Cynthia cry for Aid Away and let me go She is going and Apollo interposes Ap. Not till I speak If I should lose you thus my Heart will break Daph. Still am I plagu'd with the old whining Tale Can no Denial nor no Scorn prevail Nay then this Weapon in my just Defence Shall free me from this strange Impertinence I 'll kill ye Offers her Iavelin at him Ap. That your Eyes half did before Your Javelin now can hardly hurt me more Daph. My Eyes Oh Falshood senseless poor and dull I swear the God of Wit is grown a Fool. Ap. Reflect fair Creature then what Charms you have The Wit 's a Fool the Conqueror a Slave Daph. Still d'ye oppose thus then without Remorse What you deny me I 'm resolv'd to force Rushes on him with the Iavelin and wounds him he disarms 〈◊〉 Ap. Barbarous Ingrate must Blood then quench my Flame Instead of Kindness is my Life your Aim Kindness Oh Heav'n how doubly fool'd is he That Kindness hopes from Woman's Cruelty When stubborn Humour feeds her Tyranny Beauty and Love by Iove were first design'd The choicest Blessings he could give Mankind Lovers with Ease did the dear Treasure gain But now coy Rigour grieves 'em with such Pain The Joy scarce countervails when they obtain Daph. Then for a Joy so little worth their Pains Why have so many Idiots lost their Brains Nay why will you so late a Deity Descend so low poorly to sue to me To me that ever shall thus Coy appear He little thinks I have a Love elsewhere Begone for shame no blustring will avail Apol. Love when abus'd has Privilege to rail Your Sex ungovern'd Passions hourly rule And Natural Error makes ye Love a Fool. Wit is a Monster that provokes your Rage And is as little welcome as Old-Age Honest Desert you can disgust each hour But Noise and Nonsense ravenously devour To all your Mischiefs Vertue is the Guide Vertue that feeds the Wolf of your curs'd Pride Your Sexes awful Cheat for who e'er knew A Woman proudly chaste good-natur'd too Nay you shall stay Daph. Now you shall prevail I 'll stay 'gainst Mankind in my turn to rail Man that ne'r thinks he has a happy day Unless he finds some Woman to betray Man that then eagerly pursues the Chace And swears and lies till he grows black in th' Face How many Tricks to plot our future Pain Are every day contriv'd amongst vile Men What Taylors are there damn'd to frame a Dress To make a Coxcomb taking to damn us How many Oaths in Volly when they wooe And yet how sure we are not one are true And if a Maid is fated to the Curse 〈◊〉 change her State for better or for worse 〈◊〉 must the Nuptial Bed with Virtue Crown â—ho ' he the Leavings brings of the whole Town And straight dislikes because she is his-own Then with vile Sinner tiring out his Life Kecks and makes Mouths at th' very Name of Wife This this is Man this is that precious he In Morrals learn'd Apoll. Rarely tho' this may be What are the Vices you have nam'd to me Consider and repent Daph. Repent for what Apoll. For injur'd Love and this ungrateful Fault Atone for sheding thus my guiltless Blood Make me Amends Daph. I cannot if would You are of a Sex I hate cou'd you change Shape Tho' with a Bear a Hedg-Hog or an Ape As Nature's Products all these love I can In these there is no Mischief but for Man Soft Passion in my Breast no Room can find And nothing that 's on Earth can change my Mind Exit hastily Apoll. Behold fond Lovers by coy Dames deny'd Behold the Quintessence of Female Pride See here the fleeting Bliss for which you toil Burn out your Lamps and wast your precious Oil. In Woman the grand Disturbance of the Mind In either Station whither Coy or Kind Then hate her Ah how Vain is grave Advice Pleading 'gainst Nature and its best of Joys For tho' in th' Rapture the sweet Blessing is So very short that he that reaps the Bliss Can hardly say 't is this Yet Men much more that happy Moment prize Than Fame or Wealth than Crowns or Monarchies Ex. Apoll. Enter Pan with Satyrs and Shepherds Pan. She comes unlook'd for to this happy Place Love brings her hither to prevent my Labour Let us retire and when I give the Sign Be ready with your Skill to entertain her Exeunt Enter Syrinx She loves him oh she loves sound it ye Winds Even to the utmost Confines of the Globe Proclaim aloud that Cinthia Loves Endimion And he ill Fated Youth does doat on her Whilest I am left regardless and refus'd Nay tho' I 've forfeited a Virgin 's Blush And with pale Cheeks and Eyes all bath'd with Tears Heart-breaking Sighs the silent breath of Passion And Words unfitting any thing but Love Have told him my sad Story but in vain To Cynthia he Aspires Cynthia the Fair The Great the Haughty but she shall not have him No I 'll oppose their Pleasure tho' I die This I think the Covert of God Pan Whom I 've observ'd to be as fond of me As I am of Endymion and tho' I hate him Yet I for once and meerly for my Ends Will work upon his Temper he has a Drug Given him by Proserpine and Envious Pluto Of such strange Force and deadly Nature That it can cast one into such a Sleep That nothing can awake This is Revenge I 'll wheedle out of him to give Endymion So shall he be incapable of loving And she of being belov'd But see he comes Enter Pan with Shepherds and Shepherdesses and Satyrs he sits down by Syrinx 1. Shepherd sings Great Pan the preserver of our Flocks By whose blest Power we thrive and gain 1. Shepherdess sings Who keeps our Lambs from Bog and Rocks Accept the Duty of each bumble Swain Shepherd To Syrinx too we welcome give Shepherdess Syrinx that shall for ever live Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse Shepherd Whilst Love and Beauty can disperse Of both Their Blessings o'er the Universe Whilst Love and Beauty Love and Beauty Love and Beauty can disperse Their Blessings o'er the Universe 2. Shepherdess Syrinx and Pan how shall we entertain 2. Shepherd See see the Satyrs in a merry Vein Are coming down this way Prepar'd to dance and Play And sing a pleasant Round-Delay Enter a Satyr and a Nymph who sing this Dialogue Satyr Last Night when Phoebus went to Bed And I my hungry Goats had fed I stole to Court To see some Sport And hearken what the fine Folk said Where soon my Heart was made a Prize To one that wore black rowling Eyes Be kind then Dearest
of all Dears For I 'm in Love up to the Ears II. Nymph If you Love me you must prepare To clip your Horns and shave your Hair Instead of causing Love you scare The Hoofs too hid within your Shooes In Bed a tender Maid will bruise They must be par'd Satyr With all my Heart Nor will I cry oh at the Smart Nymph Then come and the new Mode I 'll shew And trick and dress you like a Beau. III. Satyr How shall I change this matted Hair Nymph You must a powder'd Peruke wear Satyr But then my Faces Tawny Red Zons what can mend Nymph It must be flay'd With boiling Water I 'll begin To fleece you from that sallow Skin Satyr 'T will scald 't will burn Nymph Fie fie no no Or if it do You must some small Pain undergoe Or you can never be a Beau. IV. Satyr For Love of thee I 'll do 't my Dear Say next what Habit must I wear Instead of Hides and broad Fig-Leaves Nymph A Coat with huge long slouching Sleeves A Hat cock'd up with Button fine And Sâ—eankirk twisted to your Chine 'T is all the Mode Satyr An apish Sham Godzooks I 'm better as I am Nymph Nay then farewell Satyr Oh say not so Nymph Then do 't and dare not answer no I can love nothing but a Beau. Chorus of both Satyr Then take me and moddle me just to thy Mind Since Beauty much stronger than Reason can bind I 'll once be a Coxcomb Nymph Why then I 'll be kind What ever Distinction in Morals may be When a Female's i' th' Case Satyr Every Male is an Ass And the Man and the Satyr agree Here the rest of the Satyrs enter and Dance which done Pan whispers â— Satyr who goes and fetches the Drugs Pan. Not only this but every dread Command Gives the Drugs to Syrinx Pan shall with Joy obey if you will pardon My rude unpolish'd Phrase and let my Service Atone for my Defects in Conversation Syr. Be well assur'd I will Pan. The Dainties of the Spring shall please your Eye Summer and Autumn too delight your Taste I 'll bring the lovely Maid where clust'ring Grapes Full as thy Lip swelling with spritely Juice Shall give their willing Bunches to thy Hand Tall Chesnuts and the Filbert-Trees in Rows Waiting thy Pull shall bow their Summer Treasure And in their turn the bleeding Mulberry Juicy Pomgranate and the luscious Plum Shall pay thee Tribute nor shall this be all For to indulge thy Appetite my Flocks At my Command shall cast their Kids and Lambs And when at Night cloy'd with luxurious Feeding Thy Beauteous Eye-Lids fall in Groves of Jessamine In Beds of Roses laid my airy Quire Sweet Nightingales like Flutes the Thrush and Ozel As shriller Flajoletts with warbling Linnets In Consort joyn'd shall sing thee to thy Rest. Syr. Oh heavenly why this wou'd charm a Virgin Were she as Cold as Northern Isicles Pan. Will you then love me pray forgive my Bluntness Syr. Hope well this is no place for Promises And now to let me see how your Observance Equals your Love leave me alone and instantly Pan. I 'm gone your Breath can drive me round the World And in an Instant stop the swift Career Exit Pan. Syr. Go and thy foolish Dotage be thy Plague It ne'er shall trouble me here is the Drug The fatal Instrument of Female Malice And now methinks the Mischief broods within me And all my Veins swell with the just Revenge To love and not be lov'd what Curse is like it Poverty Sickness Slavery or Exile Famine or Plague Tortures or Lunacy are Ease to hopeless Love oh I 'll not endure it But in my Love's Defence let fly at all Since I cannot possess no other shall Exit The End of the Third Act. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Cynthia Cynthia ALL things around me with content are blest And Peace is every where but in my Breast The toyling Swain more happy than a King In wishes bounded chearfully does sing The Beasts in Plenty feed the Birds on Trees Caroll their Loves and in the smiling Seas The little Fishes dancing seem to say Nature is pleas'd and gives us leave to play The gawdy Sun revels o'er all the Fields And to his Favorite Flowers fresh Odors yields Who in return of his indulgent Sway Unmask to kiss the Bridegroom of the Day A general Joy fills all the spacious Earth As if 't were the Creation's second Birth And Sadness like some Witch skulk'd in a Hole Can find no Place for Harbor but my Soul Oh! wretched State of Greatness when the Mind A slave to proud Ambition is confin'd And Love that does the chiefest Joy create Is crush'd by the unweildy Bulk of State Enter Psyche Psy Oppress'd with Grief and almost drown'd in Tears With throbbing Heart that true Contrition wears The poor Endymion beggs he may have leave To see and from your Eyes his Doom receive He says he knows not yet what is the Fault Nor done a wilful Errour ev'n in Thought Cyn. Offenders oft their Crimes extenuate But he in guilty Matters of this Weight Does well to choose so fair an Advocate If you but plead a Pardon must ensue By all my Stars I fear she loves him too Aside Psyche Had I the fond Ambition to believe That Madam for my sake you could forgive I must confess I would petition straight But since it is an Honour much too great To be importunate would prove a Crime In pardoning the Gods best know the Time Cynth. Oh Psyche thou art nearest to my Love Given me in Fancy by mighty Iove Forgive me Sweet if I have been unkind Alas I am not well humorous as Wind But for thy sake Submission shall atone Go fetch him in and then leave us alone Psyche If this be Love the Kiss will soon ensue And then I 'm forfeited to Heav'n knows who Yet what he is methinks I long to try When Inclination prompts what Virgin can deny Ex. Psyc. Cynth. He comes and now I must strange Frowns put on Talk Daggers to him tho' I wish him none Would I had chosen here some lowly State Free from the Cares and Troubles of the Great Where Love Content and Innocence agree To bless the Swains with Life's Tranquility Endymion then might have look'd up to me But as I am thus high and he so low I love but 't is not fit that he should know Enter Endymion End As a poor Criminal with flowing Eyes Bows down to supplicate the Deities With humble Aspect does his Prayer begin Begging a free Remission of his Sin So I with all humility implore Your Eyes to dart their angry Beams no more That I have many Faults too well I know And great ones since you please to think 'em so But in the main Offence am yet to seek Cynth. Your Cunning and Excuses are too weak You have been insolent and in each Grove Proclaim'd licentious Stories of your Love In sawcy