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Ariadne deserted by Theseus and found and courted by Bacchus a dramatick piece apted for recitative musick / written and composed by Richard Fleckno.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1654
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only dos 't to try me And he'll return again Oh no! that hope is vain Hee's gon hee's gon And I left here alone Poor wretch the most forlorn As ever yet was born With killing dolors more than Tongue can speak O heart why dos't not break Here the Winds and Seas seeming moved with her Sighes and Tears the supposed Companions of her Solitude and Affliction the first represented by the Aeolides or winged heads puffing out of bigg-swoln clouds and the second by the Nereides or Sea-Nimphs Syren-like Sing this in Chorus TIs still the Heavens peculiar care Of all that's nobly Good and Fair That when they suffer every one Claims right to soft compassion So th' liquid Waves do weep and moan The gentle Winds do sigh and groan While th' Rocks with Ecchoes measure keep To th' Musick of the Air and of the Deep Only Theseus more hard more cruel far than they Ne'r minds her grievous plaints but sails away Here she starts up and first expresses her Rage and Anger next her pitifull Lamentations and Grief Ariadne BUt why thus weep I for that perfidious who Abandons and leaves me so Let him weep rather so perfidiously Leaves and Abandons me Only for proper Guilt Tears should be spilt And so they shall if there be any Pow'rs Beyond this Sphere of ours In Heav'n or the Abyss To punish crimes like this As 'tis your Int'rest O ye Pow'rs divine As well as mine For let him pass unpunish'd and who shall Hereafter think there's any Gods at all But you ' r too pitifull and are not bent Cruelly enough I'll be his punishment If there be any Magick in a Curse Dire Imprecations horrid Vowes or worse I'll thunder Tempests on his catif head That now is fled I'll storm and whirlwinds of my breath Mix'd with the angry lightning of mine Eyes More violent by far Than those that darted are From the inraged Skies Shall hurry him to death My Angers sacrifice When thou pale trembling Theseus then Wretchedst of Men Shalt find when 'tis too late Nothing 's more cruel than a Lovers hate Chorus Shall we the whilst contribute nothing to Her rage as well as to her woe Winds Yes first we'll murmur and hiss him unto scorn Then rage and crowd our selves into a Storm Sea And up we'll bear him till he touch the Skies Then down till buried in the Deep he lies Winds Away away then let 's about it strait Sea Stay yet her farther pleasure let's await Ariadne BUt alas what can I do But only wish and wish and scarcely too For I recall them wou'd to Heaven withall I Theseus but as eas'ly could recall I repent me of them too wou'd thou cou'dst tell O Theseus to repent thee but as well Then should poor Ariadne not complain As now alas she does nor burst again With thronging sobbs and sighs more than she e'r can vent For thy griev'd loss more than she can lament Here after sad Musick she falls into a passion of sighing weeping and lamenting Ariadne BLow blow my Sighs Flow flow my Tears then till you overflow And drown me so And then congeal till Ariadne be A colder Stone than Niobe And so become Her own sad Tomb Or let my pining Grief consume me so Hereafter none may ever know Unto her foul disgrace Ariadne ever was Or chaage me to a thin unbodied Ghost Some aery spirit or substance or at most An Animated groan And an Eternal moan Here lively and sprightly Musick is heard afar off by degrees approaching the Place and at last the Bacchanti or Fore-runners of Bacchus appear in Ovant Triumph with their Timbrels Systrums Thyrseses and other Ensigns of Bacchus Orgyes When suddenly they fall into this drinking Catch COme Children o'th' Bottle and let's have a round As long as but liquor in the Bottles is sound Drink merrily drink Whilst the Flaggons do clink And glasses do tink And each one does think That the world turns round a round a And no body sober be found a. Fill the Cups full Fill the Cups full Boyes And say what they wull Say what they wull Boyes There is no life but in Liquor For Aesculape 's but Phoebus's Ape And Phoebus but Bacchus's Vicar Here Bacchus appears habited like a Conquerour with his Lynxes or Leopards Skin fastned on one shoulder and hanging down under the other Arm crown'd with Ivy and his Thyrses intwin'd and wreath'd with Vine leaves in his hand followed by the Satyrs and Sileni c. whilst the Chorus sings Chorus IO Lyaeus Evan Bacchus Nysaeus Bromius and Iacchus Twice-born to shew Divinity Was redoubled in thee Whilst all th' Inhabitants o'th' Skies Besides are simple Deities Io Lyaeus Evan Bacchus Nysaeus Bromius and Iacchus Here Bacchus spyes Ariadne weeping and stands amaz'd Bacchus O All ye Heavenly Deities What lovely grief and sorrow 's this At once mine eyes and admiration draw Surpassing far All ravishing joyes that are Or yet I ever saw And can those sighs be breathed into air From lips so fair and sweet But we must straightway see 't Ambrosique sweet as Rosie fair And can those Tears let fall From her bright eyes not strait congeal withall To Pearls we more than Oriental call Divine beauty compar'd to whom Divinity do's less becom Who hast un-godded Bacchus and Made him here thy Suppliant stand Doubtful whe'r any thing he be Till 't be determin'd of by thee Neither wou'd he be divine Farther than he may be thine Behold a God falls down before thee Lowly prostrat to adore thee He kneels whilst the Chorus sings Chorus SOveraign Beauty hast the power To conquer that great Conquerour Of all the Indies far and wide And all th' adjacent world beside Sing we of all the Gods above The mightiest of all is Love In Heaven and Earth when e'• he please Can do such mighty things as these Bacchus SOrrow do's so heavy sit Upon her as she moves not yet Sing then again and with a merrier lay Chace her importunater grief away Chorus THen let us sing to make her merry And laugh til our cheeks be as red as a cherry And make all laugh as well as we With ho ho ho and he he he 1. Laughter every one does love From him below to him above Appearing still with count'nance gay Chasing care and grief away Chearing with her cheerfull face Whilst your melancholy Ass Who smiles just as his Lips were starcht Or his mouth burnt up and parcht Nor does ever laugh out-right But when Dogs perchance do fight Or some other mischief 's done Is hated for't by every one Chorus LEt those then care and sorrow love Weeping-Heraclites approve Laughing-Democritus for me With ho ho ho and he he he 2. He who laughs not at a Jest 's like him who eats not at a Feast Either of them you must grant Do's both wit and stomack want I'd not give a pin for him Cannot laugh at every thing At the wagging of a Feather Or Straw's motion choose ye whether And but fall and there is laughter For a week or fortnight after Who say Fools only laugh do lie I say th' are only Fools who cry Chorus LEt those then care and sorrow love Weeping-Heraclites approve Laughing-Democritus for me With ho ho ho and he he he Here she looks up appearing a little com•ted when Bacchus thus makes his Addres• to her Bacchus 〈◊〉 Airer than fairest if your eies 〈◊〉 Cleerer than the cleerer skies •ign to look upon a Lover ••o this bold Truth dares discover ••at he loves and loves most true 〈◊〉 withall loves only you •old none of th' ignoblest I •nd here cou'd boast a Deity 〈◊〉 that I hold it greater boast •vaunt that I love you the most In pledge of which love deign O fairest Sweetest dearest and the rarest T' accept of this poor Crown you see And with 't of Immortality Since after once 'tis dignifyed By you 't shall strait be stellifyed And in the clearest Skies appear Exalted to the highest Sphere The brightest Constellation there What sayes my dearest Ariadne What shu'd I say But where the Gods command there Mortals mus• obey Bacchus LEad on in Triumph then and let the Fame Of brightest Ariadne's name Whilst with glory she is crown'd From Earth to highest Heav'n resound From t'on to t'other Pole be known From the Suns rise t' his going down Here whilst they go off in Triumph the Chorus sings this Triumphant Song Chorus NE'r was conjunction more sweet Than where Divine and Fair do meet Nor ever were this happy pair Happier than now they are In his blest Consortship she And in her Emoraces he Let Bacchus and Ariadne's name Be ever then i'•h ' mouth of fame And ever fill the worlds large ear And in Accents lowd and cl•er From t'on to t'other Pole be known From th' Suns rise to his going down FINIS