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A37170
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The songs in Circe; Circe. Libretto
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Davenant, Charles, 1656-1714.; Banister, John, 1630-1679.
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1677
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Wing D313; ESTC R11972
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THE SONGS IN CIRCE Licensed May 7. 1677. ROGER L'ESTRANGE LONDON Printed for Richard Tonson at his Shop under Grayes-Inn-gate next Grayes-Inn-lane MDCLXXVII THE SONGS IN CIRCE Act I. Scene Circe's Cave This is sung by her Women at the Infernal Sacrifice Priests joyn in the Chorus WE must assemble by a Sacrifice Those Demons who do range about the skies Their necessary aid you use Those poys'nous Herbs and Roots to chuse Which mingl'd and prepar'd by your strong Art Do to your Charms their chiefest force impart Your Censors to the Altar take And with Arabian Gums sweet Odours make The Air with Musick gently wound Sweet smells they love and every pleasing sound I. COme every Demon who o're-fees The Fates of mighty Monarchies And orders how they rise and set All you who Love and Lust inspire And kindle wild Ambition's fire The dang'rous sickness of the Great Chor. Circe the Daughter of the Sun obey Or in his gilded Beams you ne'r shall play II. You who hatch Factions in the Court Sedition in the meaner sort Amongst the Pious holy Strife Tumults in Camps in Senates too Those Discords which the good undo All all that wait on humane life Chor. Circe the Daughter c. LOvers who to their first embraces go Are slow and languishing compar'd to you In speed you can out-do the winged Wind And leave ev'n Thought creeping and tyr'd behind A Spirit rises and layes a Jarr at Circe's feet Behold quick as thy thought Th' Ingredients of thy Spells are brought By which thy dismal Bus'ness must be wrought Great Minister of Fate In this deep Cave you sit in state Famine and Pestilence about you wait At your dread word they fly through every Land Whilst their fierce undiscerning rage Do's pity neither Sex nor Age. Death is as blind as Love at your command Chor. Each Plant and Herb have all their poyson sent On what new mischef is your Magick bent By a Priest alone PLuto arise From those blest shades where Kings and Lovers are Where those no torment have from state and care And those feel not the torment of Despair Act II. Scene A Port with the Graecian Fleet. Sung by Furies I. THis impious Breast you Furies fill With all that Hell of Horror does contain Gnaw gnaw his Heart you Scorpions still Chor. But from himself he feels the sharpest pain But from himself he feels the sharpest pain II. For any other humane Crime Tears and Repentance may Oblations be But nothing shall atone for him Chor. The damn'd may sooner pardon find than He. The damn'd may c. Sung by Iris on a Rainbow I. CEase valiant Hero cease to grieve The Gods thy Pray'rs and Penitence receive You cannot sin so fast as they forgive II. All the attempts of Hell are vain O're that and grief you shall the Conquest gain A Pardon your unwilling Crimes obtain III. You Spirits made of Air refind With pleasing Objects chear his clouded Mind No foot-steps leave of former guilt behind Sung by Syrens in the Sea I. AH how happy are we Who from Bus'ness that graver folly are free Let us love though the sober should blame us A curse on the Wise They need not advise Age makes too much haste to reclaim us II. Let us carelesly move In the riots of Wit and follies of Love Our age does to pleasure invite us But when we are old And our Blood grows cold Not Art nor Fifâ—een can incite us Act III. Scene the Temple of Diana Taurica Sung by Priests OH Heav'nly Virgin from thy starry Throne Look down on Scythia thy most holy Seat Our Arms with Victory and Trophies crown 'T is easie to be Good when we are Great T is just Mankind should at thy Altar bleed Who thy small Empire Chastity invade Whatever happy Lover does succeed From chaste Diana's Province steals a Maid By a Priest alone O Cheated Mortals what has Life of sweet Who is contented with the present day Our present joy is a vain hope we may From the next hour some ease and pleasure meet That Courtier Life does feed Poor Mortals with a hope they shall succeed We will be wise and dye prepare the sacred Knife Farewel farewel thou valu'd trifle Life Wound wound the Victim pierce his sacred Breast And give his lab'ring Soul eternal rest Act IV. Scene Circe's Garden Sung by her Women I. SIgh Lovers sigh The God of Love inspires Kind gentle thoughts and warm desires See the Winds blow the flowers move 'T is Nature that doth sigh for Love II. Hark! hark the Birds Alas they do not sing To welcome in the Beaut'ous Spring But in their untaught Notes complain Of Love our Universal pain Sung by her Women I. YOung Phaon strove the bliss to taste But Sappho still deny'd He struggl'd long the Youth at last Lay panting by her side II. Useless he lay Love would not wait Till they could both agree They idely languish'd in debate When they should active be III. At last come ruine me she cry'd And then there fell a Tear I 'l in thy Breast my Blushes hide Do all that Virgins fear IV. Oh that Age could Loves rites perform We make old men obey They court us long Youth do's but storm And plunder and away Sung by Orpheus sitting on Parnassus I. GIve me my Lute in thee some ease I find Euridice is dead And to that dismal Country fled Where all is sad and gloomy as my mind II. The World has nothing worth a Lover's care None now by Rivers weep Verse and the Lute are both asleep All Women now are false and few are fair III. Thy Scepter Love shall o're the Aged be Lay by thy useless darts For all our Youth will guard their hearts And scorn thy fading Empire taught by me IV. Beauty the Thracian Youth no more shall move Now they shall sigh no more But all my noble Verse adore It has more graces than the Queen of Love Sung by Cupid HOw dull is all the World that none should move In the Cause of injur'd Love The Bad are safe Heav'ns idle Thunder tears Mountains but the Guilty spares Mortal our holy Altars then shall be Ever thus prophan'd by Thee If Poets Beauties faithful Train rebell Vows and Incense all farewell How can thy noble Art ungrateful prove Fed by Beauty and by Love Hark! hark these Bells and Berecynthian pipes declare That Thrace a Feast to Bacchus does prepare The raging Bacchinals his rites fulfill They shall revenge me and the Rebel kill Enter Bacchinals and sing FIll all the Bowls with sprightly Wine And let the Women drink Men visit now are very fine Talk much and never think Sure these Follies our Sex may claim as their due Since Mankind encroaches On our small Debauches New Manly delights let the Women pursue This comfort poor Cuckolded Ladies did find To drown in full Bowls The Cares of their Souls When the Husband is false and the Gallant unkind Chor. In empty Beds we absent Lovers mourn There sits the Man that do's our Empire scorn He makes the Thracian Youth despise Warm swelling Breasts and dying eyes Make ready your darts and valiantly fling Let him dye to his groans we 'l dance and we 'l sing Act V. Scene a City Sung by the God of sleep THe noise of humane life forsake Where Love and Bus'ness keep the World awake Some quiet Mansion seek Where Fames loud call shall not our slumbers break But happy Ignorance upon thy careless Breast Methinks we take the gentlest rest Chor. Sleep sleep within a drowsie Cave Dark dark and silent as the Grave Sung by Circe's Women MAids in wishes stretch and pant Wives the nightly Blessing want Chor. Careful Love their Torment sees Sends 'em Dreams and they have ease VVomen can be chast in spite Gallants must retire to night Chor. Careful Love c. Sung by Phobetor BEgon fair Visions to the Court remove VVhose Bus'ness is to dream of Love And you black Terrors of the night appear You wild Creations of our wilder fear You dismal Visions that on Guilt attend Furies and Fiends from Hell ascend Religion finds you better far than Law To ride Mankind and keep the VVorld in awe Oh Horror Horror from Deaths gloomy shade Arise arise the frighted VVorld invade FINIS Antony and Cleopatra a Tragedy as it is acted at the Duke's Theatre VVritten by the Honourable Sir Charles Sedley Baronet Sold by Richard Tonson at his shop under Grayes-Inn-gate next Grayes-Inn-lane