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A36588
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Albion and Albanius an opera ... / written by Mr. Dryden.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Grabu, Louis, d. 1694.
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1685
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Wing D2224; ESTC R19757
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Asebia Atheism or Vngodliness Proteus Venus Fame A Chorus of Cities A Chorus of Rivers A Chorus of the People A Chorus of Furies A Chorus of Nereids and Tritons A Grand Chorus of Hero's Loves and Graces The FRONTISPIECE THe Curtain rises and a new Frontispiece is seen joyn'd to the great Pylasters which are on each side of the Stage On the flat of each Basis is a Shield adorn'd with Gold In the middle of the Shield on one side are two Hearts a small Scrowl of Gold over 'em and an Imperial Crown over the Scrowl on the other in the Shield are two Quivers full of Arrows Saltyre c. Vpon each Basis stands a Figure bigger than the life one represents Peace with a Palm in one and an Olive Branch in the other Hand t' other Plenty holding a Cornucopia and resting on a Pillar Behind these Figures are large Columns of the Corinthian Order adorn'd with Fruit and Flowers over one of the Figures on the Trees is the King's Cypher over the other the Queens over the Capitals on the Cornice sits a Figure on each side one presents Poetry crown'd with Lawrel holding a Scrowl in one Hand the other with a Pen in it and resting on a Book the other painting with a Pallâ—â— and Pencils c. On the sweep of the Arch lies one of the Muses playing on a Base Voyal another of the Muses on the other side holding a Trumpet in one Hand and the other on a Harp Between these Figures in the middle of the Sweep of the Arch is a very large Pannel in a frame of Gold in this Pannel is painted on one side a Woman representing the City of London leaning her Head on her Hand in a dejected Posture shewing her Sorrow and Penitence for her Offences the other Hand holds the Arms of the City and a Mace lying under it on the other side is a Figure of the Thames with his Legs shakle'd and leaning on an empty Vinâ— behind these are two Imperial Figures one representing his present Majesty the other the Queen by the King stands Pallas or Wisdom and Valor holding a Charter for the City the King extending his Hand as raising her drooping Head and restoring her to her ancient Honor and Glory over the City are the envious devouring Harpyes flying from the face of Majesty by the Queen stand the three Graces holding Garlands of Flowers and at her feet Cupids bound with their Bows and Arrows broken the Queen pointing with her Scepter to the River and commanding the Graces to take off his Fetters over the King in a Scrowl is this Verse of Virgil Discite justitiam moniti non temnere Divos Over the Queen this of the same Author Non ignara mali miseris succurere disco ERRATA PAge 7th Line 3d. for Hypocracy read Hypocricy Page 9. line the last for the read thy Page 11. line the third for you read yon Page 16 read the sixteenth line thus With Pity Jove beholds thy State Page 17. the last line read And from her Mantle Page 22. line the third read it thus Sea-raceing Dolphins are train'd for our Motion Ibid. line the 7th for unattended read â—attending PROLOGUE To the OPERA By Mr. Dryden FUll twenty years and more our lab'ring Stage Has lost on this incorrgible age Our Poets the Iohn Ketches of the Nation Have seem'd to lash yee ev'n to excoriation But still no sign remains which plainly notes You bore like Hero's or you brib'd like Oates What can we do when mimicking a Fop Like beating Nut-trees makes a larger Crop Faith we 'll e'en spare our pains and to content you Will fairly leave you what your Maker meant you Satyre was once your Physick Wit your Food One nourisht not and t'other drew no Blood Wee now prescribe like Doctors in despair The Diet your weak appetites can bear Since hearty Beef and Mutton will not do Here 's Julep dance Ptisan of Song and show Give you strong Sense the Liquor is too heady You 're come to farce that 's Asses milk already Some hopeful Youths there are of callow Wit Who one Day may be Men if Heav'n think fit Sound may serve such ere they to Sense are grown Like leading strings till they can walk alone But yet to keep our Friends in count'nance know The Wise Italians first invented show Thence into France the Noble Pageant past 'T is England's Credit to be cozn'd last Freedom and Zeal have chous'd you o'er and o'er 'Pray' give us leave to bubble you once more You never were so cheaply fool'd before Wee bring you change to humour your Disease Change for the worse has ever us'd to please Then 't is the mode of France without whose Rules None must presume to set up here for Fools In France the oldest Man is always young Sees Opera's daily learns the Tunes so long Till Foot Hand Head keep time with ev'ry Song Each sings his part echoing from Pit and Box With his hoarse Voice half Harmony half Pox. Le plus grand Roy du Monde is always ringing They show themselves good Subjects by their singing On that condition set up every Throat You Whiggs may sing for you have chang'd your Note Cits and Citesses raise a joyful strain 'T is a good Omen to begin a Reign Voices may help your Charter to restoring And get by singing what you lost by roaring EPILOGUE To the OPERA By Mr. Dryden AFter our AEsop's Fable shown to day I come to give the Moral of the Play Feign'd Zeal you saw set out the speedier pace But the last heat Plain Dealing won the Race Plain Dealing for a Jewel has been known But ne'er till now the Jewel of a Crown When Heav'n made Man to show the work Divine Truth was his Image stampt upon the Coin And when a King is to a God refin'd On all he says and does he stamps his Mind This proves a Soul without allay and pure Kings like their Gold should every touch endure To dare in Fields is Valour but how few Dare be so throughly Valiant to be true The Name of Great let other Kings affect He 's Great indeed the Prince that is direct His Subjects know him now and trust him more Than all their Kings and all their Laws before What safety could their publick Acts afford Those he can break but cannot break his Word So great a Trust to him alone was due Well have they trusted whom so well they knew The Saint who walk'd on Waves securely trod While he believ'd the beckning of his God But when his Faith no longer bore him out Began to sink as he began to doubt Let us our native Character maintain 'T is of our growth to be sincerely plain T' excel in Truth we Loyally may strive Set Privilege against Prerogative He Plights his Faith and we believe him just His Honour is to Promise ours to Trust. Thus Britain's Basis on a Word is laid As by a Word the World it self was