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Europes revels for the peace and His Majesties happy return a musical interlude : with a panegyrical poem spoken there on the same occasion / written by Mr. Motteux.; Europe's revels for the peace. Libretto
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Eccles, John, d. 1735.; Motteux, Peter Anthony, 1660-1718.
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Field He. ' You shall be well treated fear not ' Let the Fortress be resign'd She. ' Oh! Your Servant Sir I dare not ' 'Till the Articles are Sign'd Both. ' Come 't is just it should be so ' Since like Foes all Lovers deal ' Here 's my Hand now let us go ' And within we 'll Sign and Seal Exeunt A CLOWN ' Come Neighbours now there 's Peace let 's Sing ' Troth I love those that love the King 'To see his Liege I came alone ' And left the Parson with my Joane Jog Joggy jog on drive drive on the Waggon ' Go Gaffer jog on go get us a Flaggon 2. 'Our Landlords thought the Taxes deep ' But we must Sow e're we can Reap ' What Clown can grudge his Money now ' Odsnigs not I and so God speed the Plow ' Jog Joggy jog on drive drive on the Waggon ' Go Gaffer jog on go get us a Flaggon Enter an Irish Rapparee 1. Hub ub ub booh Dish can't be true The War does cease But there 's no Peace I know and find 'T is Seal'd and Sign'd But won't believe 't is true Hubub ub booh 2. A hohne a hohne Poor Teague's undone I dare not be A Raparee I ne're shall see Magrawmacree His Mistress Nor my more dear Garon A hohne a hohne 3. Away away I must huzzah 'T will hide my Fears And save my Ears The Mob appears Here 's to Nassau Dear Joys 't is Usquebaugh Huzzah Huzzah A Country Lass Come Girls let 's be merry the War 's at an end We all shall get Husbands The times now will mend There 's I and our Mary Black Susan and Sarah Were Woundily Weary With living Unwed In a woful quandary How we should do to tarry None ask'd me to Marry Or part with my Maidenhead Our best Lads to the Wars went so fast And the rest were most of 'em such Loobies E Cod I fear'd we at last Must ha' suiter'd the Lubberly Boobies Enter a Soldier who runs and kisses her Dear Joany My Hony What hast thou forgot me O How the Wench Stares I 'm Thomas the Thresher just come from the Wars I 'm still thy Sweeâ—-heart and by Cannons and Mortars I 'le take thee by Storm and I 'll beat up thy Quarters He. By Cannons and Mortars I 'll beat up thy Quarters She. Hold Thomas you may not Nay Thomas you sha ' not She. Go I hate you I vow You look and you talk like a Gentleman now Come off with this Geer And d'on the Reparel that once you did wear Go I hate you I vow You look and you talk like a Gentleman now He. Well since the War 's over my Brav'ry shall down Off goes the brave Soldier on goes the plain Clown He pulls off his Red Coat Throws down his Arms and his Wig and appears in a Moment drest like a Country Fellow she leers on him all the while and then at last runs and kisses him She. Oh now how I like thee Oh now I 'm thy own Thou art Handsomer now And finer I vow Than all the spruce Gentry and Boars in our Town Both Merrily Thus now we agree Let all do like me She Like thee To keep their Necks free Leave threshing of Jackets and get 'em all Wives Then thresh in their Barns with a thump thump thump Then thresh in their Barns and lead all merry Lives Enter a Young Savoyard with a Rareeshow O Rareeshow brave Show VVho see my fine Show He lays down his Show opens it and shows it singing first a Savoyard Song Here be d' Inglish and French to eatch oder most civil Shaka Hand and be Friends and hug like de Deevel O Rareeshow c. He turns the Motion at every Burthen Here be de Savoyards a trudgin tro France To sweep a de Shimny to sing and to dance O Rareeshow c. Here be de Great Turk and de Great King of no Land And dere be some gallop from Hungary and Poland O Rareeshow c. Here 's de brave English Beau for de Packet Bot tarries To go make his Campain with his Taylor at Paris O Rareeshow c. Here be d'honest Capitain a cursing de Peace Here 's anoder disbanding his Coach and his Miss O Rareeshow c. Here be d' English Ship fetch Plenty and Riches And dere de French Caper a mending his Breeches O Rareeshow c. Here be de Grumbler set out Lights and dissemble And dere be de Mob make 'um squitter and tremble O Raree Show c. Here be de Sea Capitain a reeling ashore Here 's one spend all his Pay and boarding a Whore O Raree Show c. Here be de brave Trainband a drinking Carouses And dere be de Soldiers a storming deir Spouses O Rara Show brave Show Who see my fina Show Sings the Savoyard's Ditty and Exit Twelve Grenadeers rejoyce for the King's Return and exercise at the sound of the Hautbois and other Instruments The Grand Chorus Rejoyce rejoyce the World has Rest William returns and all are blest He comes he comes the best of Kings More wellcome than the Peace he brings Run to meet him Haste to greet him In lofty Notes sound William's Praise Sing gentle Peace in softest Lays Hail Ye great Blessings of Mankind Glorious William gentle Peace Live and reign for ever join'd The End of the Interlude Words for a single Song on the Kings Return Design'd for a Private Performance Come let us revel drink and sing We have a Peace we have our King Now Britain thou' rt a happy Nation Thy Lord whose Toyls the World have freed That like a Chaos disagreed May rest and view his new Creation There 's nothing left for thee to do But to thy self thy self be true And joyful homage pay him Thou' rt lov'd admird and fear'd abroad Rebellion's quell'd and Faction's aw'd Command the World while you obey him See! Britain's happy Sons rejoyee Now Heav'n and Peace confirm our Choice We 're happy all The great the Small The Old the Young The Weak the Strong The Poor who wants The Rich who grants The Saint who cants The Rake who rants The thoughtless Squire the thinking Wit The trusted Beau the trusting Cit The Clown the Lawyer the Tarpawlin And ev'ry Sect and ev'ry Calling All think of new Blessings new Plenty will reign The Richer will save and the poorer will gain The Toper in Claret will find all his Wants And the Clown in right Nants Will whip off his Noggin The Matron her cold Tea will sip The Saylor his Punch and his Flip And the Bawd her flaming Snapdragon Thus all hearts are eas'd And new Joys on us call For his own private Good each of us is pleas'd And the King for the good of us all FINIS
EUROPEs REVELS FOR THE PEACE AND His MAJESTIES HAPPY RETURN A Musical Interlude Performed at the THEATRE IN Little LINCOLNS-INN-Fields BY His MAJESTIES SERVANTS With a Panegyrical POEM spoken There on the same Occasion Written by Mr. MOTTEUX LONDON Printed for J. Tonson at the Judge's Head near the Inner-Temple-Gate in Fleet-street 1697. TO Sir Theodore Janssen SIR THO' I make bold to Prefix your Name to this hasty Product of a Loyal Muse I do not presume to Impose it on your Generous Nature in the formal way of a Dedication I do it chiefly to acknowledge Obligations which my Poetical Circumstances will not suffer me to return as I Wish Too Happy if I be not thought one of those designing Debtors who come to own a Debt to have an opportunity of Enlarging it Your Zeal for his Majesty and the Publick good has justly distinguished you among the best and most useful of his Subjects and as it has byass'd you to think Favourably of the following Pieces in Manuscript I hope it will incline you to Honour them with your kind Acceptance now they appear in Print Had I been the Master of Leisure sufficient to have undertaken a Poem more worthy this great Occasion I wou'd then have been Proud of Devoting it to your Patronage But as these Lines are I wholly leave them to their Fate nor am I without Hopes of redeeming the Esteem of the Ingenious by something more valuable on this or some such Noble Theme 'T is what I am most Ambitious of Attempting and what I might doubtless compass cou'd I but Cloath in Robes of Poetry some of those admirable Ideas which you have sometimes Communicated to me on that great Subject But Rich and set Dresses are expensive and not so soon nor easily put on Thus I must be content to let my Muse appear in a loose Deshabillé perhaps as well as other Females she 'll be lik'd ne're the worse for 't chiefly when Grac'd with her Singing and Dancing Attendants 'T is for their sakes she goes a Revelling and after all if she helps but to set 'em off on the Stage and make 'em Please she may be said to have done what the most topping Muse often endeavours in vain So hard it is to be Merry and Wise if I may use the Expression Those who know me well are sensible that t is not for want of good Will that I give not now something of more Moment and others may consider that Poetry has its Curses as well as Blessings Poets like Misers starve themselves for the meager satisfaction of leaving behind them what may Divert others the one Toyling for the bare Fame of Wit and the other for the Reputation of Wealth where both shou'd be put to a better use We shou'd study to reconcile those two Benefits and in that follow your Prudent Example But few can be so happy as to be Masters of your moderation in a flourishing Youth and a Plentiful Fortune or blest like you with a sprightly Wit guided by a solid Wisdom at once to use and Improve it You ever were a Friend to Ingenious Recreations but your Application to important Affairs is always Predominant over the allurement of Pleasure when it interferes with them Even many of the Moments which you have retriev'd from your own private Concerns have been devoted to Discoveries useful to the Publick while I have been condemn'd to Drudge on Laborious Trifles and Till the barren Fields of Poetry for the precarious hopes of a slender Crop Yet give me leave Sir to do my self the Justice of putting you and others in mind that my Application to this ungrateful Study was at First the Fruits of an involuntary Idleness being Depriv'd of a handsome Patrimony in France before the War and since that of the small Correspondence I had there which is now wholly lost Thus I am Doom'd to Write on having nothing to trust to below but my Pen and the reviving Smiles of some generous Noblemen among whom I make bold with all due Veneration to mention the Great Mr. Montague that vast and most Happy Genius whose profound Sagacity Indefatigable Care and Admirable Conduct have been so highly instrumental in Reforming the Coin and restoring the Credit of the Nation Sudden and amazing Wonders which being effected in War defeated the Hopes of the King's Enemies at home and abroad and mightily conduc'd to the Establishment of this glorious Peace While the Muses are blest with such Patrons we have reasonable Hopes of sharing the sweets of that Vniversal Good and of being more effectually inspir'd to sing the Praises of those to whom the World owes such mighty Blessings As for my Humble Muse 't is what she most earnestly desires the rather since it may enable me to give you some more Authentick Marks of the deep Respect with which I subscribe my self SIR Your most Humble Servant P. MOTTEUX A PANEGYRICAL POEM ON His MAJESTY As a PROLOGUE to this Interlude Spoken by Mr. Hodgson WHEN Britain welcomes her Returning Lord For Peace for Freedom for Himself Restor'd Our Joy's shou'd like our Blessings be extreme And Praise shou'd wanton in its boundless Theme The King has found so many Ways to Bless What Muse can ev'n her private Debt express Let joyful Throngs then sing their Gain's Encrease Since Britain's Soul on War engender'd Peace Peace giv'n the World her Parent to Adorn Got in his Camp and in his Palace Born Let others sing how He his Thunder hurl'd And prov'd like Jove the Umpire of the World How ev'n opposing Foes his Fame advance France shook the Globe but William humbl'd France How wondring Kings from distant Empires came And found the Heroe greater than his Fame Ev'n when remote like the Sun 's active Ball Seeing enliv'ning and Controuling all King over Kings by their free Choice assign'd Lord of his Fate yet Master of his Mind By wise Delays ev'n Master of his Foes Yet to the World's Command preferring its Repose In Wonder lost the Muses humble Train Wish'd but to sing how by his Toils they gain But how can Words our grateful Thoughts display Or what are Thoughts such Blessings to repay Born to give Liberty to each Degree He ev'n the Stage from Slav'ry's Yoke did free In an expensive War with wondring Eyes The Muses saw New Theatres arise Wit from the Gen'rous large Supplies receiv'd And ev'n the Play'rs nay ev'n the Poets liv'd Nor did the Sound of War disturb our Sports While he for hard Campains disclaim'd the Ease of Courts Oh! Now our Rest and Freedom are ensur'd May he enjoy the Pleasures he secur'd Taught by the Vertuous Ruler of our Isle The Stage Reform'd has learnt a Chaster Style Ev'n with the Pious 't will at last be fam'd For Vertue cherisht and for Vice reclaim'd Such Deeds in Peace will prove the Monarch's Care Who Boldly Wise reform'd the Coyn in War Britain it self a World was first design'd To free the Greater then adorn