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The Songs to the new play of Don Quixote as they are sung at the Queen's Theatre in Dorset Garden / set by the most eminent masters of the age ; all written by Mr. D'urfey.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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THE SONGS TO The New Play OF DON QUIXOTE As they are Sung at The Queen's Theatre IN DORSET GARDEN Part the First Sett by the most Eminent Masters of the Age. All Written by Mr. D'urfey Decies repetita placebunt LONDON Printed by I. Heptinstall for Samuel Briscoe at the corner of Charles-street Covent-Garden 1694. TO MY Much Honoured and Ingenious Friends Lovers of MUSICK That frequent the Rose Chocalate-house Coffee-houses and other places of Credit in and about Covent-Garden and Particularly To the late Worthy Members of the Witty Club. These two Books of Songs Sung in the First and Second Part of Don Quixote are with all Veneration most humbly Dedicated By Gentlemen Your much obliged and most Humble Servant T. D'urfey Advertisement of New Books THE Satyr of Titus Petronius Arbiter a Roman Knight with its Fragments recover'd at the Siege of Belgrade 1688. which makes it intire Made English by Mr. Burâ—aby of the Middle-Temple and another Hand A Collection of Letters of Love and Gallantry and several other Subjects Written by Ladies and printed by their direction Vol. II. With a Dialogue between Love and Reason shewing the Reasonableness and Unreasonableness of Love the Memoirs of the Fair Eloisa a Nun and Abelard a Monk and her passionate Letter to him The Character and Pictures of several Ladies and Gentlemen with other diverting Letters that past betwixt both Sex in Town and Countrey dedicated to the Beaux Where the First Volume is also to be had Lives of the Twelve Caesars the First Emperors of Rome written in Latine by C. Suetonius Tranquilus Translated into English by several Eminent Hands with the Heads of the Emperors on Copper Plates The Compleat Captain or an Abridgment of Iulius Caesar's Commentaries with Political Remarks on his Wars with the Gauls the Britains the Spaniards the Africans and the Civils Wars with the Political Maxims of War now in use with a Comparison betwixt the Ancient and Modern way of making War with Reflections on both Translated from the Copy printed at Paris and dedicated to the French King by Henry Duke of Rohan The Young Lawyer 's Recreation being a choice Collection of several pleasant Tryals Cases Passages and Customs in the Law both Profitable and Diverting All Printed for S. Briscoe at the corner of Charles-street in Russel-street Covent-Garden PROLOGUE For the First Part of DON QUIXOTE Spoken by Mr. Betterton IN hopes the Coming Scenes your Mirth will raise To you the Just pretenders to the Bays The Poet humbly thus a Reverence pays And you the Contraries that hate the Pains Of Labour'd Sence or of Improving Brains That feel the Lashes in a well-writ Play He bids perk up and smile the Satyr sleeps to Day Our Sancho bears no Rods to make ye smart Proverbs and Merry Jokes are all his Part. The Modish Spark may Paint and lie in Paste Wear a huge Steinkirk twisted to his Waste And not see here how foppish he is Dress'd The Country Captain that to Town do's come From his Militia Troop and Spouse at home To beat a London-Doxies Kettle-Drum One who not onely th' whole Pit can prove That she for Brass Half-crown has barter'd Love But the Eighteen-penny Whore-masters above With his Broad Gold may Treat his Pliant Dear Without being shown a Bubbled Coxcomb here Grave Dons of Bus'ness may be Bulker's Cullies And Crop-ear'd Prentices set up for Bullies And not one Horse-whip Lash here flaug their Follies Nay our hot Blades whose Honour was so small They 'd not bear Arms because not Colf neis all That wish the French may have a mighty Slaughter But wish it safely â•Œon this side o' th' Water Yet when the King returns are all prepar'd To beg Commissions in the Standing-Guard Even these the Sons of Shame and Cowardice Will 'scape us now tho' 't is a cursed Vice Our Author has a famous Story chose Whose Comick Theme no Person do's expose But the Knights-Errant And pray where are those There was an Age when Knights with Launce and Shield Would Right a Ladies Honour in the Field To punish Ravishers to Death would run But those Romantick Daysâ•Œalas are gon Some of our Knights now rather would make one Who finding a young Virgin by Disaster Ty'd to a Tree would rather tie her faster Yet these must 'scape too so indeed must al Court-Cuckold-makers now not Jest do's maul Nor the horn'd Herd within yon City-Wall The Orange-Miss that here Cajoles the Duke May sell her Rotten Ware without rebuke The young Coquet whose Cheats few Fools can dive at May Trade and th' Old Tope Kniperkin in private The Atheist too on Laws Divine may Trample And the Plump Jolly Priest get Drunk for Church-Example EPILOGUE To the First Part of DON QUIXOTE By Sancho Riding upon his Ass. 'MOngst our Fore-fathers that pure Wit profest There 's an old Proverb That two Heads are best Dapple and I have therefore jogg'd this way Through sheer good Nature to defend this Play Tho' I 've no Friends yet he as proof may shew May have Relations here for ought I know For in a Crowd where various Heads are addle May many as Ass be that ne'er wore a Saddle 'T is then for him that I this Speech intend Because I know he is the Poet's Friend And as 't is said a parlous Ass once spoke When Crab-tree Cudgel did his Rage provoke So if you are not civil ' sbud I fear He 'll speak agen â•Œ And tell the Ladies every Dapple here Take good Advice then and with kindness win him Tho' he looks simply you don't know what 's in him He has shrewd Parts and proper for his place And yet no Plotter you may see by 's Face He tells no Lyes nor does Sedition vent Nor ever Brays against the Government Then for his Garb he 's like the Spanish Nation Still the old Mode he never changes Fashion His sober Carriage too you 've seen to day But for 's Religion troth I cannot say Whether for Mason Burgis Muggleton The House with Steeple or the House with none I rather think he 's of your Pagan Crew For he ne'er goes to Churchâ•Œno more than you Some that would by his Looks guess his Opinion Say he 's a Papish others a Socinian But I believe him if the truth were known As th' rest of teh Town-Asses are of none But for some other Giftsâ•Œmind what I say Never compare each Dapple has his Day Nor anger him but kindly use this Play For should you with him conceal'd Parts disclose Lord how like Ninneys would look all the Beaâ—s FINIS The First Song in the 2d Act. Sung at the Knighting of Don-Quixot Set by Mr. Purcell SIng sinâ•Œg all ye Muses sinâ•Œg sing Sing sinâ•Œg all ye Muâ•Œses sing your Lutes strike strike strike aâ•Œrounâ•Œ sing your Lutes strike strike strike aâ•Œrounâ•Œd your Lutes strike a-round when a Soldier 's the stoâ•Œry when a â•Œd your Lutes strike around when a Soldier 's the stoâ•Œry when a Soldier 's
Venus game That venture Health and Fame In practising Feats With Colds and with Heats Make Lovers grow Blind and Lame If men were so Wise To value the price Of the Wares most fit for sale What store of Beaus Wou'd dawb their Cloaths To save a Nose By following those That carry the Milking Paile The 4th Song Sung by Mrs. Hudson in the 3d. Act. Set by Coll. Pack DA╌mon let a Freind ad╌vise ye fol╌low Clo╌ris tho' she flyes ye tho' her Tongue your Suite is slighting her kind Eyes you 'l find in╌vite╌ing Wo╌mens Rage like shal╌low Water does but shew their hurt╌less Nature when the stream seems Rough and frowning there is still least fear of drowning II. Let me tell the advent'rous Stranger In our calmness lyes our danger Like a River's silent Running Stillness shews our depth and Cunning She that Railes ye into Trembling Only shews her fine dissembling But the Fawner to abuse ye Thinks ye fools and Sot will use ye A Dialogue in the 4th Act of the 2d Part of Don Quixote for a Clown and his Wife Sung by Mr. Reading and Mrs. Ayliff Set by Mr. Henry Purcell He. SINCE Times are so bad I must tell you sweet Heart I 'me thinking to leave off my Plough and my Cart and to the fair Cit╌ty a Journey will goe to better my Fortune as other folk doe Since some have from Ditches and course Leather Breeches been rais'd been rais'd to be Ru╌lers and wallow'd in Ri╌ches prithee come come come come from thy Wheel prithee come come come come from thy Wheel for if Gypsies don't lye I shall I shall be a Governour too e're I dye She. Ah! Col╌lin ah Collin by all by all thy late doings I find with sorrow and trouble with sor╌row and trouble the Pri╌de of thy Mind our Sheep now at random dis╌or╌der╌ly run and now and now Sundays Jacket goes e╌ve╌ryday on ah what dost thou what dost thou what dost thou mean ah what dost thou what dost thou what dost thou mean He. To make my Shoos clean and foot it and foot it to the Court the King and the Queen where shewing my parts I preferment shall win She. Fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye 't is better 't is better for us to Plough and to Spin for as to the Court when thou happen'st to try thou l't find nothing got there unless thou can'st buy For Money the Devil the De╌vil and all 's to be found but no good Parts minded no no no no good Parts minded without the good Pound He. Why then I 'le take Arms why then I 'le take Arms I 'le take Arms and follow and follow Allarms hunt Honour that now a╌days plaguei╌ly charms She. And so lose a Limb by a Shot or a Blow and curse thy self af╌ter for lea╌ving for lea╌ving the Plough He. Suppose I turn Gamester She. So Cheat and be bang'd He. What think'st of the Road then She. The High╌way to be Hang'd He. Nice Pimping how╌ e╌ver yields profit for Life I 'le help some fine Lord to a╌nother's fine Wife She. That 's dan╌ge╌rous too amongst the Town Crew for some of 'em will doe the same thing by you and then I to Cuckold ye may be drawn in faith Col╌lin 't is better I sit here and Spin faith Collin 't is bet╌ter I sit here and Spin. He. Will nothing prefer me what think'st of the Law She. Oh! while you live Collin keep out of that Paw He. I 'le Cant and I 'le Pray She. Ah! there 's nought got ah there 's nought got that way there 's no one minds now what those black Cattle say let all our whole care be our Farming af╌fair He. To make our Corn grow and our Ap╌ple Trees bear 2 Voice Ambition's Ambition's a Trade a Trade no Contentment can show so I 'le to my Ambition's Ambition's a Trade no Contentment can show Distaff Ambition's Ambition's a Trade a Trade no Contentment can and I to my Plough Ambition's Ambition's a Trade no Contentment can show no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no show no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no contentment can show no no no contentment can no no no no no no no contentment can show no no no no no no contentment can CHORUS show Let all our whole care be our Farming af╌fair to make our Corn grow and our show Let all our whole care be our Farming af╌fair to make our Corn grow and our Ap╌ple Trees bear Ambition's Ambition's a Trade a Trade no contentment can show so Ap╌ple Trees bear Am╌bi╌tion's Am╌bi╌tion's a Trade no contentment can show I 'le to my Distaff Am╌bi╌tion's Ambition's a Trade a Trade no con╌ and I 'le to my Plough Ambition's Am╌bition's a Trade no con╌tentment can show no no no no no no no no no no no no no ╌tentment can show no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no contentment can no no no no no no no no no no no no no contentment can show no no no contentment can show show no no no no no no contentment can show The 6th Song in the last Act of the 2d Part of Don Quixote Sung by Mr. Freeman and Mrs Cibber Set by Mr. Purcell Trumpet Mr. Freeman GEnius of England from thy pleasant Bow'r of bliss a╌ri╌se and sprea╌╌d thy sa╌cred Wings Guard guard from Foes the Brittish State thou on whose smile does wait th'╌uncertain hap╌py Fate of Monarchies and Kings Trumpet Mrs. Cibber Then follow brave Boys then follow brave Boys to the Wars follow follow follow follow follow follow follow follow follow brave Boys to the War╌╌s follow follow follow brave Boys to the War╌╌s ' the Lawrel you know's the prize the Lawrel you know's the prize who brings home the noblest the no╌blest the no╌╌blest Scars looks fine╌est in Ce╌lia's Eyes then sha╌ke off the Sloth╌full ease let Glory let Glory let Glo╌ry in╌spi╌re your Hearts re╌member a Soldier in War and in Peace re╌member a Soldier in War in War and in Peace is the no╌╌blest of all other Arts Re╌mem╌ber a Soldier in War and in Peace re╌member a Soldier in War in War and in Peace is the no╌╌blest of all other Arts. The 7th Song in the last Act. Sung by Mrs. Brase-girdle Set by Mr. Iohn Eccles. I Burn I burn I burn I burn I burn I burn I burn I burn I burn I burn my Brain consumes to Ashes each Eye-ball too like Lightning Fla╌╌shes like Lightning Fla╌╌shes with╌in my Breast there glows a so╌lid Fire which in a Thousand Thousand A╌ges can't ex╌pire Blo╌w blo╌w blo╌w blow blow the Winds great Ru╌ler blow bring the Po and the Gan╌ges hither 't is Sul╌try sul╌try sul╌try Weather pour 'em all on my Soul it will hiss it will hiss it will hiss like a Coal but ne╌ver ne╌ver be the cooler 'T was Pride hot as Hell that first made me Re╌bell from Love's awe╌full Throne a Curst An╌gel I sell And mourn now the Fate which my self did cre╌ate Fool Fool that con╌sider'd not when I was well And mourn now the Fate which my self did create Fool Fool that con╌╌sider'd not when I was well A╌dieu a╌dieu trans╌╌port╌ing Joys a╌dieu a╌dieu trans╌port╌ing joys off off off ye vain Fan╌tas╌tick Toyes off off ye vain fan╌tas╌tick toyes that drep'd this Face and Bo╌dy to al╌lure bring bring me Daggers Poyson Fire Fire Daggers Poy╌son Fire for scorn is turn'd in╌to de╌sire all Hell all Hell feels not the rage which I poor I which I poor I en╌dure The 8th Song in the Fifth Act. DE Foolish English Nation dat former Conquest brag on make strang a Discourse of St. George and his Horse and de Murd'ring of de Dragon But shou'd de French In╌vade 'em and bold╌ly cross de Wa╌ter how de Wil╌lia╌mite here voud trembla for fear of de Iack grand Roymon Maitre II. Yaw boast of your Fifth Henry Dat once in France did Forrage But to answer dat same Doe but read Nostredame Garzoon will cool your Courage Our Gold will take your City Tho' Fighting ne're can get one Veel on Salsburg-Plain Bring on Millions of Men D'en╌Wheiw╌vere is Great-Brittain FINIS Advertisement of New Books THE Satyr of Titus Petronius Arbiter a Roman Knight with its Fragments recover'd at the Siege of Belgrade 1688. which makes it intire Made English by Mr. Burnaby of the Middle-Temple and another Hand A Collection of Letters of Love and Gallantry and several other Subjects Written by Ladies and printed by their direction Vol. II. With a Dialogue between Love and Reason shewing the Reasonableness and Unreasonableness of Love the Memoirs of the Fair Eloisa a Nun and Abelard a Monk and her passionate Letter to him The Character and Pictures of several Ladies and Gentlemen with other diverting Letters that past betwixt both Sex in Town and Countrey dedicated to the Beaux Where the First Volume is also to be had Lives of the Twelve Caesars the First Emperors of Rome written in Latine by C. Suetonius Tranquilus Translated into English by several Eminent Hands with the Heads of the Emperors on Copper Plates The Compleat Captain or an Abridgment of Iulius Caesar's Commentaries with Political Remarks on his Wars with the Gauls the Brittains the Spaniards the Africans and the Civils Wars with the Political Maxims of War now in use with a Comparison betwixt the Ancient and Modern way of making War with Reflections on both Translated from the Copy printed at Paris and dedicated to the French King by Henry Duke of Rohan The Young Lawyer 's Recreation being a choice Collection of several pleasant Tryals Cases Passages and Customs in the Law both Profitable and Diverting