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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

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

know that Awful Godlike Form too well And know besides 't was Daphne brought him hither Oh! Love how powerful is thy Decree 'Mongst all the Gods sure I shall envy thee How blest are those caught in thy charming Snare And yet how blest am I whose Heart 's as free as Air. Apollo You 'r merry Hermes Hermes Brisk as the wanton Winds That ●iss the Beauty of the blooming Spring I have no Female-tyrants to torment me Employ'd with my two Trades Lying and Stealing I 've been so full of Business Love is routed I have no time for silly Sighs and Whinings The most attractive Nymphs I dare defie And all the Shafts in Love's Artiliry Apollo Take heed he 'll be reveng'd unless by Art You steal away the Weapons that should wound ye Herm. By Styx I 'll do 't if e're I catch him sleeping Last night I stole out one of Iuno's Teeth And 't would have made you laugh to to see the Goddess Mumping her Chops and mumble her Ambrosia Like an old Wrincled Beldam at a Feast Apoll. No doubt 't was good diversion Herm. But the most pleasant Theft that e're I made Was upon Venus when I stole her Cestos When cunning Zephire fann'd her Tinsel-robe Discovering the white World of naked Beauties To all the wondring Synod of the Gods Apoll. Since your dislike of Love has made you Wise I think I ought to Court you for Advice What think you of a Woman Herm. As a Creature That a Man is cheated with by Partial Nature A fine gay colour'd Weed a guilded Pill A dear damn'd pretty necessary Ill. Apoll. Yet Men their Praise in loftiest Wit express Herm. That 's but a smoother carrying on the Jest And make the coy Fools easier to Possess Apoll. But Constancy in Love Herm. Sure never was 'T is a dull Notion to explain an Ass. The constant Wretch that does but one adore Has neither Wit or Courage to Love more Apoll. This Vice of Roving's natural to Hermes But prithee Friend go and Solicite for me Thou hast a winning Tongue practice on Daphne Tell her my Love in influencing Words Gain her and make Apollo thine for ever Herm. If Lying which you know is my chief Talent Will work upon her she shall have enough on 't I 'll go and my best Skill on th' Instant prove And if a wheedling Tongue or Tears can move The God of Wit shall never dye for Love Exit Herm. Apoll. By my Heart's throbbing anguish it appears That with Mortality I have its Cares Ah! why should Love a Torment prove to me That is to others a Felicity The Harmony that times their jarring Strife And sweetens all the Cares of anxious Life Crowning a Mortal with as blest a Fate As a superiour Power that did Create Here a Symphony of Flutes and Hautboys are heard Apoll. By these delightful Sounds that charm my Ear Too well I find the God of Love is near And see he comes Triumphant through the Sky Bourn by the Winds that Kiss him as they fly In Pan's close Covert I 'll my self conceal I dare not tempt new Wounds till the old can heal Exit Apollo Cupid Descends attended by Zephirus Cupid By Iove's high State and all the Court divine Once more I swear fair Psyche must be mine Whilst from his Palace slily I stole down To Exercise my Power on haughty Cinthia In this her Interval of Mortal State Because she still above defy'd my Power By matchless Beauty I am caught myself Oh! she is whiter than my Mother's Doves Nay than my Mother's self the Queen of Loves More Innocent than Virtue in Perfection And young as th' Morning when the rosie Nymph Blushes to leave the Bosom of her Lover With my own Hand I took my fatal Dart And wounded e're I was aware my Heart And now I Rave I Love to that degree To gain her I 'd renounce Divinity Yonder she comes Sing Zephirus O! sing Some happy Strain some gentle moving thing Whilst I with subtle Practice play my part And steal into her Fancy by my Art Enter Psyche The First Song by Zephirus I. MVsing on Cares of Human State In a sweet shady Grove A strange Dispute I heard of late 'Twixt Vertue Fame and Love A Swain that wanted grave Advice Their nice Opinions crav'd How he might to Elezian rise Or get a Place beyond the Skies Or how he might be Sav'd II. Nice Vertue preach'd Religion's Laws Paths to Eternal Rest To Aid his King and Country's Cause Fame councell'd him was best But Love oppos'd each noisie Tongue And thus their Votes out-brav'd Get get a Mistress Fair and Young Love fiercely constantly and long And then thou shalt be Sav'd III. Swift as a thought the Amorous Swain To Silvia's Cottage flies In soft Expressions told her plain The way to heavenly Ioys She who with Piety was stor'd Her Bliss no longer wav'd Pleas'd with the God they both ador'd First smil'd then took him at his word And this they both were Sav'd Enter Psyche Psyche Cloy'd with the noisie 〈◊〉 the Seat of Care As I each Evening hither came for Air Harmonious sounds fill all the hallow'd Grove A charming Confort singing tales of Love Sure Iove his Sacred Choir does hither bring But what Oh! what is Love of what they sing Cupid Love is what does all mortal Joy controul The best and noblest Passion of the Soul Iove's kindest Gift for by its Rapture we May find the bliss of Immortality Sit down fair Charmer and for your delight Love that has fed your Ear shall please your Sight Psyche What Heavenly Visions in this place appear And what a beautious God-like thing is here Not to sit by him were my self to wrong For sure he cannot hurt me he 's so young A Dance of Cupid's Lovers here Cupid Now does not Love all other Joys excel Psyche Alas what have you done I am not well Methinks I feel an aching throbbing Pain Here at my Heart Cupid That shall be gone again Psyche Shall it oh when Cupid Dear Charmer when you prove So kind to bless me with the fruits of Love Psyche The fruits of Love do I the Garden know Are they Fruits where do they grow The Pain does now my Heart so strangely seize I would give any thing to purchase Ease Cupid But these are not the Fruits that you must grant Psyche I sigh and wish and know not what I want Tell me what are they Cupid You must kiss me Psyche Fie Cupid Love and embrace me Psyche For the World not I I never heard so confident a Boy Cupid A Boy Do not my Courage by the Stature scan Kiss me and you shall find I am a Man Turn this way Sweet and the soft Blessing prove The dear Preparative to Rapture Love Psyche He wins upon me strangely and his Tongue I fear would charmmy Heart should I stay long And see methinks his Frame is alter'd quite And now he 's grown up to a manly Height Psyche