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The prologue to Calistho with the chorus between the acts.
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Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.
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Wing C7401; ESTC R31668
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Corydon Daphne Sylvia Cho. of Shepheards Str. Hark hark I hear the merry Hunters Horn Cory The sound from yonder Hill by winds is born Daph. Diana and her Nymphs are all that way A Hunting gone Syl. So soon e're break of day Let e'm let e'm go Chor. Lovers better pleasures know Stre. Let the cold Nymphs run dabling in the Dew Kind Love to warmer pleasures us invites Daph. I do not envy their delights Whilst my dear Strephon does continue true Cor. Whilst thus severe my Sylvia does remain I envy not the Hunters but the slain Sylv. Poor Corydon thy flame remove I pity thee but cannot love Yet I own I have something in every Vein Which moves me to Love could I meet with a Swain Who were to my mind and would love me again Str. See Shepheards the day is begun Come with our sports let 's welcom the Sun Shepheards Dance to this following Song Sylv. Kind Lovers Love on Least the World be undone And Mankind be lost by Degrees For if all from their Loves Should go wander in Groves There soon would be nothing but Trees Exeunt omnes Chorus after the Second Act. Enter Strephon Corydon Daphne Sylvia Chorus of Shepheards The Scene near the Vale whither the Winds carryed Calistho Cho. Come Shepheards quickly hasten to the shades The Sun with all his force the Air invades Sylv. The open plains let us forsake Here is a Grove will pity of us take The Trees in gentle whisperings invite us Here are all things to delight us Str. These pleasures none can well improve But we my Shepherdess who love Daph. These pleasures none can well improve But we my dearest Swain who love Corid Oh happy Shepheard and kind Shepherdess Whom all the Gods above expression bless Here Sylvia cruel I forlorn Torment our selves each day Whilst I with grief and she with scorn Wast all our youth away Sylv. Alas poor Shepheard the fault is not mine That to thy passion I do not incline I wish thy love and desert were more moving For I confess I fain would be loving She pawses and starts What on the suddain do I ayle Gentle winds from yonder Vale On the suddain warm my Heart Sylv. Oh! I 'm wounded Oh! I smart Enter Cupids Sire Sure some God is here descended With a Train of Loves attended Sylv. Oh! I 'm wounded Oh! I Love This is some inchanted Grove Cho. This is some inchanted Grove Cupids Dance and go off Stre. Oh! my Soul is in a flame Daph. I must fly or lose my Fame Cor. O what raging Passions fill me Love me Sylvia now or kill me Sylv. Oh! I love and long to shew it But my Shepheard shall not know it Stre. Oh! my Daphne now or never Daph. Strephon fly my sight for ever Corid I can no longer Sylvia wait thee Sylv. Corydon be gone I hate thee Chor. Curse on this inchanted Grove We are all undone with Love We are all undone with Love Fly from this inchanted Grove Exeunt omnes Chorus after the Third Act. Sylv. Corydon is a noble Swain And too long has felt disdain But since scorn I once did show My Love I 'm too proud to let him know Daph Ah Sylvia Sylvia my Heart like yours Pain from foolish Pride endures I angry with Strephon to day did appear And now long to reconcile Yet in pride for a time will seem severe Though it breaks my Heart the while Enter Strephon Corydon Chorus of Shepheards Daphne and Sylvia offer to go as they Enter Stre. Oh whither does my lovely Daphne fly Cory How long will Sylvia Corydon deny Daph. It is will my kindness to remove Sylv. And I shall never never Love Daphne and Sylvia Exeunt Stre. Oh! what has chang'd my Daphne's mind Cho. Oh false and cruel Woman-kind 1 Shep. Come Shepheards do not complain See see yonder a merry Train Of Gypsies dancing over the Plain Call e'm straight call e'm straight to comfort these poor Swains An Entry of Gypsies No longer complain If your Loves shew disdain Be proud and disdain e'm again The Fools you will find Will be glad to be kind When they once are despised by the Men. Gypsies go off 1 Shep. Hark hark in yonder woods the Satyrs play The Ecchoes bring their laughs this way They with some pleasant sport are pleas'd The wanton Demy-beasts some Nymphs have seiz'd Enter two Shepheards Laugh Shepheards Laugh and sing Joyful Tydings now we bring The fair Calistho is disgrac'd Gods and Mortals hate the Chast An Entry of Satyrs Stre. All this to me but little ease does give Coryd All joys are dead to me why do I live Stre. In death alone we ease shall find Coryd In death alone we ease shall find Chor. of all Oh false and cruel Woman-kind Exeunt omnes Chorus in the Fourth Act. Enter Daphne and Sylvia Daph. Oh! whither are our poor despairing Lover gone I fear I have my Strephon slain Sylv. And I my Corydon Daph. Oh my sorrow Oh my pain Could I my Strephon find Could I my dearest Strephon find I 'd never be unkind I 'd never be unkind to him again Sylv. And I my Love would passionately own Could I find my Corydon Daph. Do I Dream Do I Rave Look towards yonder Cave Sylv. Our Shepheards come from yonder Cave Daph. Our Shepheards come from yonder Cave Sylv. Our Shepheards come from yonder Cave Sylv. From empty pride I 'le be free It shall bring no more mischief upon me Since I Love as well as he I 'le not hazard my joy In being foolishly coy It had like to have undone me Daphne and Sylvia go and meet Strephon and Corydon each brings in her Shepheard Daph. Dear Strephon give despairing o're Unkindnesses are gone I never will be cruel to thee more Sylv. Nor I to Corydon Cory O what kind God does Sylvia's hate remove Str. And made at length my Daphne grateful prove Sylv. The God of Love Daph. The God of Love Sylv. The gentle God of Love Daph. The gentle God of Love Coryd Oh happy Tydings Stre. Blessed hour Ever kind and gentle Pow'r Cory Ever kind and gentle Pow'r Enter Chorus of Shepheards follow'd by Bacchusses Chor. Joy Shepheards Joy Diana's disgrac'd Love has had to day Revenge on the Chast The Bacchusses here our mirth to improve Come hither to follow the Triumphs of Love No mirth without Bacchus nor joy without Love An Entry of Bacchusses After the Dance Cor. Since all our grief thus joyfully ends Let each Shepheardess make her Shepheard amends To the Temple let 's go And then we will show What every Lover by Loving intends Exeunt omnes Chorus after the Fifth Act. Enter Strephon Corydon Daphne Sylvia Chorus of Shepheards as from the Temple Cho. Happy Lovers happy Live And all the Gods their blessings give Cor. Lead along and with Delight Let us hasten on the Night Enter two African Women Stre. What Vision 's this is come to greet us Cory See! the Night is come to meet us 1 Afr. Stay gentle Swains be not afraid To see our Faces hid in shade We but lately were as fair As your Shepheardesses are Did not a frantick youth of late O'reset the Chariot of the Sun Cory He did and his deserved Fate He met when he had done 1 Afr. It is he that hath undone us He powr'd whole streams Of melting Beams Red and glowing hot upon us And now we range the World around To see if our lost Beauty can be found Enter a Third African Woman 3 Afr. Rejoyce Rejoyce our Beauty 's found Our lovely White and Red To two chast Nymphs of Cynthia's Train is fled And they must Stars be crown'd And now instead of what we sought Our black with us must fair be thought All three This happy Fate who could Divine Our Beauty then in Heav'n must shine 1 Afr. No losers we shall prove By parting with our Red and White If Black will serve the turn of Love For Beauty 's made for Loves delight 4 Afr. See! See! the Nymphs are coming here Sylv. But Oh! what glorious Apparition's near The Clouds amazing Glories gild All the Clouds with Gods are fill'd And all the Gods appear Calistho and Nyphe enter under a Canopy supported by Africans Immediately upon their entrante a Heav'n is discover'd fill'd with Gods and Goddesses The whole concludes with an Entry of Africans and this Song Daph. Must these be Starrs and to Heaven remove Before they have tasted the pleasures of Love That the Gods so ill such Beauty should use What mighty Cost must Nature loose Syl. I cannot so much Beauty show But what I have I 'le better bestow Not upon Gods or Glories above Or empty Renown but Pleasure and Love All pleasure but Love from our Hearts we 'l be chacing We 'l kindle our selves into Starrs with embracing We 'l every moment our pleasures renew Our Loves shall be flaming and lasting and true FINIS
THE PROLOGUE TO CALISTHO WITH THE CHORUS'S BETWEEN THE ACTS LONDON Printed in the Year MDCLXXV PROLOGUE The Curtain is drawn up and there appears a Nymph leaning on an Vrne representing the River Thames attended by two Nymphs representing Peace and Plenty Near her are the four Parts of the World seeming to make offerings to Her On the opening of the Scene lamenting voices are heard on both sides of the Theatre at which the Nymph of the River seems affrigtned Voices within Fly Fly Help Oh! Help or we dye Tha. WHat mournful cries are these on ev'ry side The Winds wast nothing to this Island o're But the complainings of some Neighbr'ing Shore And all the Ecchoes are in groans employ'd The fair * London anciently so called Augusta too I weeping see Though none so fair so rich so great as She Alas my Fears encrease You gentle Nymphs of Plenty and of Peace Shall now go seek some other Shore And you that with your Presents wait Shall bring your gifts no more Plen. I to no other Dwelling will betake Pea. Thy beautious Streams I never will forsake Euro And we our Presents still will make Om. We our presents still will make Ple. Thy stores with all my Plenty shall be fill'd Pea. My Halcion on thy Banks her Nest shall build Eur. Thou shalt in all my noblest Arts be skill'd Asi My Jewels shall adorn no Brow but Thine Amer. Thy Lovers in my Gold shall shine Afri Thou for thy Slaves shalt have these Scorched Sons of mine Pea. Pleu. Thy beautious streams we never will forsake Euro Asi Afr. Amer. And we our presents still will make Om. We our presents still will make Pea. What should so much Beauty fear Round this Isle the Heavens appear Like your own streams all undisturb'd and clear Tha. These beautious Nymphs unfrightned too Not minding what on other Shores they do Their innocent delights pursue Pea. See They void of grief or fear Come to entertain you here Enter Nymphs who Dance and go off Tha. Oh! now my Spirits I recover I 've wak'd the Genius of this Isle my War-like Lover Enter the Genius of England Gen. What cries are these disturb my pleasing Rest Tha. 'T is I my Love 't is I thy ayde request Gen. Is it my Nymph what dost thou fear Tha. Does not my Love sad cries round him hear Gen. Wilt thou thy fear at every shriek proclaim Tha. Am I alone to blame Do you not see Augusta rich and fair Though to her Lap I all my Treasure bear Will for no comfort stay her Tears Augusta is inclin'd to fears Be she full or be she wayning Still Augusta is complaining Give her all you can to ease Her You shall never never please Her Gen. These fears do not belong to Her nor You Europe only should lament The Nymphs of his fair Continent Some Gyants now pursue But this sweet Isle no Monster can invade Tha. Oh send those poor distressed Nymphs some Aid Eur. From the mild power of this happy place Who is inclin'd To make the World as peaceful as his mind They have already gain'd the grace Two Heroes of his own coelestial Race Are sent the one to Triumph o're the Seas And all the watery Divinities The other Monsters of the Land to quell And make the Nymphs in safety dwell Gen. The first in War has all perfections gain'd That can by humane nature be attain'd The second promises to be All that in the first we see Eur. Mars to the first does all his glory lend The second Beauty Youth and Love attend Gen. Both in high perfections shine Valour Glory race Divine Wait a while and you shall see Both return with Victory Pea. Hark hark the Triumph's near And see they both already crown'd appear Enter One crown'd with a Naval Crown attended by Sea-gods and Tritons Rejoyce you watry Deities The mighty Monsters of the Seas This valiant Prince has slain The God of this fair Isle shall now Command as all his Right allow The Empire of the Mayne Enter one Crown'd with a Mural Crown attended by Warriours Ye Gods and Nymphs of Plains and Groves Of Springs and Streams enjoy your Loves This youthful Hero has subdu'd The Satyrs now of ev'ry Wood Has kill'd or ta'n e'm all for Slaves And chac'd the Gyants from their Caves Cho. of all Let us both their praises sing Whilst we both in Triumph bring Let us all contend to grace e'm With our loud and joyfull'st thanks Whilst upon the flow'ry banks Of this beautious Nymph we place e'm Two Entries are Danc'd One of Sea-gods and the other of Warriours Gen. Now welcom Heroes to my blest abode And to my Nymph belov'd by ev'ry God Tha. Welcom to my Love and me Now we all shall happy be Cho. Now we all shall happy be A Temple of Fame appears Ple. Now you whose valour gives the World repose See what Fame on you bestows Her shining Temple shall preserve your names And thence her Trumpet your renown proclaims Gen. To our Divinity now let us go And at his Feet your Crowns and Trophies throw Eur. I will my thanks in Offerings proclaim Asi I 'le lend you Spice Amer. I Gold Afr. And I the same Tha. I 'le be your Guide My Streams beneath his Palace slide There it is not far before you Pleasure Arts Religion Glory Warm'd by his propitious Smile Flourish there and bless this Isle Gen. But stay Turning to the King and Queen what wonder does my Spirit seize See! here are both the great Divinities Tha. The God and Goddess too of this bless'd Isle Chast Beauty in her aspect shines And Love in his does smile Gen. Quickly Heroes as 't is meet Throw your Trophies at their Feet Fall down and adore e'm Whilst with speed we hither call The Gods of neighbr'ing Groves and all Their Nymphs to dance before e'm Enter Rural Gods and Nymphs and Dance When the Prologue is done and all gone off the Stage Enter Two who sing this Song Now for the Play the Prologue is done The Dancing is o're and the Singers are gone The Ladies so fine and so fair it surpasses Are dress'd and have all tak'n leave of their glasses Where are the Slaves should make ready the Stage Here here are the slaves should make ready the Stage An Entry of Carpenters The Song to the Minovet Danced in the Prologue to be sung by Shepheards Happy we Swaines who are young and have leisure And but the wit our advantage to know We do not need either Fortune or Treasure Love and Delight with the youthful will go Coyest of Nymphs may be won to the pleasure By Shepheards who love and have youth to bestow Then whilst we are young let 's to pleasure betake us Each Swain with his Nymph and each Nymph with her Swain Embrace and be happy as Loving can make us And so make the most of our youth that we can Chorus after the First Act. Enter Strephon