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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37000	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.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1697 (1697)	Wing D2752A; ESTC R213532	36,920	56

Nothing Nothing c. Gang. sings Ask why Youth and Innocence Punish'd are for no Offence Ask the Gods why they agree So unjust a Thing should be Chorus of all Ask the Gods c. Pay your Vows to mighty Jove Round his Sacred Altar move Pay your Duty and your Love The Scene changes to the Temple of Jupiter of large extent and illustrated with Golden Pillars of the Dorick and Corinthian Order Enter Cupid and High Priests Apollo Neptune Padolos Ganges Tyber Amphitrite Mars Nymphs and Rivers ranging on either side of the Temple then Cupid and High Priest of Jupiter meet apart near the Statute of Jupiter Cupid Doubt not my pow'r nor question Iove's Decree But speak the Mystick Words late taught by me H. Priest The God of Love must be obey'd Cupid Away Apollo for the Oracle does stay Exit Cupid Musick begins here the Priest goes and consults the Oracle and returns H. Priest Attend the Oracle Oracle When she whose figure like the World 's vast Frame That 's always one yet never is the same Constant yet waning still when most encreast Descends to kiss and make Endimion blest Then that which seems like Death shall take No more Effect but he that sleeps shall wake H. Priest and Chorus And pay your Vows to mighty Iove Round his sacred Altar move Sing your Duty and your Love Exeunt all but Apollo and Mercury Apollo Methinks the sacred Mystery fill my Heart And Iove's Almighty Iufluence inspires me I feel his Knowledge and in that his Favour For who can be the subject of this Oracle But Cynthia she 's the Hieroglifick Figure That 's like the Globe still wavering and yet constant She is to kiss Endimion then he wakes For 't is not Death but Sleep that seizes him Sleep caus'd by Charm or some curst Drug of Nature This she shall know with thanks for her Indulgence Who has I find my Pardon got from Iove And by whose means I soon shall mount the Sky And once more gain my lost Divinity Now Cozen Hermes what think you of the Oracle Herm. As of a Riddle Surpassing Sphinx or any I have heard of 'T is only proper for Apollo's Wit Which now he has done loving soon will solve it Apollo Oh you are Satyrical I find 't is well For till you see how I 'm reveng'd y'have reason But to excuse my loving folly know It is through all degrees of humanes so Every one bears within his Brain or Blood Some Lust by which a Fool is understood Pride Millions makes base Avarice the same Honour vast shoals of Fools that sight for Fame Merchants are fool'd by trust Courtiers by Vows And the City Trader by his jilting Spouse Nay the Law and Clergy whom learn'd reason fills For some known frailty wear the Cap with Bells But 'mongst all reasons that the wise have met Love is the best excuse for baffled Wit Because the dear Temptation is most sweet Exit The End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. Enter Hobinal Clout Tarbox and Collin driven in by two Furies Clout BLess us how dark it is ne'er a Star to be seen not one pretty little Goldy lock'd Planet to comfort us we have made fine work on 't this comes of mutining against the Gods and disparaging our bright shining Lady Cynthia we have done rarely han't we I always thought what would be the end on 't Ah Collin Collin thou deserv'st to be hang'd by Iupiter Tarb Ay the truth is he deserves to be hang'd for us all he was the Ringleader 't was he that was so sawcy to say he would dwindle the Gods into Constables for my own part I always thought 'em fit to be Justices of the Peace or Churchwardens at least Low If I had thought 't would e'er have come to this I should ne'er have been so free of giving my Verdict for to speak truth when I did it my Conscience rambled up and down in my Stomach I spoke the word against my will Collin You spoke the words against your will ye lie y' are a Cuckold and take that Sirrah you spoke the words as freely as a poor Tumbrill Whore does the Matrimony when she has got a Cully with an Estate to marry her Hob. Wou'd I had let the Satyr have done what he would with my Daughter rather than by calling your assistance make the Deities so angry and the Night so dark that I can't find the way to my Wife tho' he had put her to the squeak a little if she had but kept her own Councel 't would ne'er have spoil'd her Match the Girl wou'd have done well enough my Son Clout wou'd have ne'er an Inch the less of her Clout Gads Diggers I had rather Buddy had been brought to bed of a whole Litter of Satyrs than that pure Barrel of Stingo strong Beer shou'd piss all about the Celler so for my not having light enough to stop the Fosset a Wise often brings a Man a Cup of Discontent but that wou'd have afforded a Brimmer of Comfort at any time Collin Here 's a Fellow for ye this Rogue has not been marry'd so long a time as a Mid-wife would be making a Bowl of Punch yet cares not so his Barrel of Stingo have a safe Spiggot and Faweet if his Wife's Firkenwere tap'd by the Devil Tarb Ay ay we ought to complain and curse ye too for offending our gracious Cynthia gad I believe you have made her fall into fits with vexing and that 's the reason she won't shine Low Ye have all less reason to complain for want of her than I for I am lam'd about it I broke both my Shins in the dark falling over a great Form yonder then presently run my Face against the corner of a Pale and broke out three of my Teeth and in two Minutes after tumbling down Stairs fell into a confounded Celler last night Collin Ah! I into a damn'd deep Well this Morning but what then I 'm as sturdy as ever and a fig for a Moon shine we 'll do our work by day light and honest Will o' th' Wisp shall light us to bed instead of her Clout Gads Diggers and I 'll say 't now Collin you 're a sawsy Fellow and I remember what you said before of Cynthia when you call'd her Jilt but you shall find now some are wiser than some Gads diggers I 'll peach Collin Why then you shall find some are richer than some I 'll bribe off your evidence with a full bag and then what becomes of your Peaching Puppy Hob. Ay but I sancy do y'hear these burnt Brandy Drinkers that wait upon us will take no clipt Money so that you wou'd not bubble them and for us we know ye too well to trust Collin Why if they come from the Devil as by their looks I 'm apt to believe they do 't will serve to melt down well enough I know their way of Trade Tarb Ay here comes one will discover whether his Coyn

Opinion throws a Mist ore Womens Eyes And none but those we like to us are wise Witty or brave not pleasing is defy'd Thus till our Inclination bows our Pride Will is our Law and Fancy is our Guide Apollo Why farewell Womankind and welcome Rest That has so long been banish'd from my Breast 'T is proper now to plant new Glory there Welcome kind Hermes Enter Mercury with Pan and Syrinx guarded Merc. From yon starry Sphere Iove sends his strict and dread Commands by me That Syrinx be accus'd of th'Insamy Of Poys'ning Endimion Cynthia Be not seen Exit Endimion Whilst I examin her Syrinx Night's Illustrious Queen How comes it that I must bear this Insolence Where Pan can justifie my Innocence Cynthia Does Pan affirm it Pan. Yes and more can prove When this was done she was in yonder Grove Merc. Sheering your Sheep or listning to your Love On what Employment Son Apollo The horrid Act By Drugg or Potion had its curs'd Effect And sure of such a Drugg I 've heard you speak Syrinx Then all our former cunning is too weak Mischief assist me Aside Cynthia In excusing her You make your self the Hellish Poys'ner For 't is undoubted you or she must do it Syrinx Then since it must be so the truth shall out Much I 'm concern'd a Rural Deity So highly priz'd should be accus'd by me But since I now am forc'd to speak the truth 'T was Pan that Poyson'd the much-injur'd Youth Pan. By Hell I 'm finely caught Syrinx Through jealous Nature That I admir'd Endimion's shape and feature Unruly Love urg'd him to act this Evil Indeed I pity him Weeps Pan. Oh cunning Devil Is this your Love is this your Constancy To her apart Syrinx Talk not of Love I always hated thee Apart Pan. And yet you swore your Vows all constant were Syr. Dull fool will you believe us when we swear Apart 'T is our design to cheat you when we Vow Pan. There is not such a Fury sure below But why thou Fiend on me this curs'd disgrace Syrinx Because I wanted then just such an Ass Such a fond loving Fool. Pan. Thou front of Brass Didst not thou do it Aloud Syrinx Alas he 's now quite mad Pray let some get the drivelling God to bed See see he Raves Cynthia What Riddles do I hear Come forth Endimion let the truth appear Syrinx Nay if he be reviv'd my case is clear The Mischief can no longer wear disguise Vain are my Arts and useless all my Lyes But stubbornly I will defy their Power And from this hated Moment speak no more Confession to exclude I 'll thus lock fast My Lips and shew true Woman to the last Cynthia Endimion speak And as you hope a future grace from me Boldly declare the truth who did it Endim. She. Pointing to Syrinx Cynthia Yet you are guiltless and do nothing know Winds bear her hence to Caves of Frost and Snow She shall be judg'd and for this spightfull deed To morrow be transform'd into a Reed Apollo And she for whom the God of Wit once 〈◊〉 Proud Daphne to a Laurel shall be turn'd The Minion to a Bramble growing by Away with them I will hear no reply Ex. Daph Syrinx c. Cynthia Come let 's to Iove who is I see descending And mingle with our fellow Deities For now on Earth nothing but Joy must be Whilst great Latona's Off-spring thus agree SCENE V. After a Symphony is plaid Jupiter and Juno descend 〈…〉 God 's and Goddesses in the Machines the Stage is fill'd with Nymphs 〈◊〉 Rivers c. then Cupid and Psyche descend and dance and after them 〈◊〉 the grand Dance of Gods and Goddesses which ended Cynthia speaks Cynthia As when from hudled Chaos Earth was made And of the World the first foundation laid High on bright Thrones th' Eternal Council sate To hear the mighty Words that did create So a Divine Cabal now fills this place Ah how can I deserve the mighty grace My Will does with Desires unbounded sway But 't is a debt too great for me to pay Accept then gratefull Vows Bowing to Jove Iupiter You from this hour Ore Heaven as well as here have half my Power Old Nature shall a second Model take And to Creations I 'll Additions make Cherish the brave and good with lasting Praise And Crown true Virtue with Eternal Bays Disperse the poysonous Seeds that Vice does sow Which digg'd and rooted up no more shall grow Cynthia sits and there is the Dance of Gods and Goddesses The Moon with a New World I will improve And thence the Vices of the Old remove Dim-sighted-Mortals shall the change allow And the great grace of Revolution know Iuno Love shall be all refin'd pure and serene And in the rapture there shall be no sin But heavenly Souls who the soft fire does warm Long Ages live and love and think no harm Iupit. It shall not such a plague as Faction know The Crouds Religion fram'd in Hell below But all in Peace and firm Obedience move Cynthia And bless the sacred Majesty of Iove Omnes And bless c. Then Enter Mars and Minerva and sing while a Machine descends and Cynthia Endimion Apollo and Hermes Enter Endimion is chang'd into a Star and with a Chorus the Opera concludes SONG in Two Parts between Mars and Minerva THE Loud-tongu'd War like Thunder Comes Echoing 〈◊〉 the Plains And distant Nations wonder Which side the glorious Conquest gains Tantarra rara Trumpet sound Fill all the Air with Martial Rattle Dub Dub-a-dub the Noise rebounds To urge the Heroes on to Hattle The Cannons roar in murdering Flame Up to the Skies the Smoak do's rowl Beat an Alarm they Storm they Storm And now Immortal William's Name Resounds from Poll to Poll. THE END * Dance