XII. SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS, Who being cross'd by their Friends, fell mad for one another; and now first meet in Bedlam. [Music within.] The lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a For like him there is none: 'Tis the dear, dear man; 'tis thee, Dear! AMYNTAS. Hark! the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I see a ship a far, Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore: So radiant of hue, St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the sails? Ah! no, no, no; St. Hermo never, never shone so bright; 'Tis Phyllis, only Phyllis, can shoot so fair a light: 'Tis Phyllis, 'tis Phyllis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. PHYL. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his And all the Furies join, [arms. I'll force my way to Phyllis, and break through their charms. [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace.] PHYL. Shall I marry the man I love? AMYNT. Body join'd to body, and heart join'd To make sure of the cure, [to heart; Go, call the man in black to mumble o'er his part. PHYL. But suppose he should stayAMYNT. At worst if he delay, 'Tis a work must be done, (We'll borrow but a day,) And the better, the sooner begun. Cho. of both.] At worst if he delay, &c. W XIII. SONG. FROM "MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE," I. HY should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us too each other now, There are several excellent songs in "King Arthur," so interwoven with the fable of the drama, that they would suffer, in effect and intelligibility, if separated. A song in "Love in a Nunnery," and another in" The Duke of Guise," are not worth transcribing. B 2 We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could, Till our love was lov'd out of us both; But our marriage is dead, when the pleasures are 'Twas pleasure first made it an oath. 11. If I have pleasures for a friend, And farther love in store; What wrong has he, whose joys did end, 'Tis a madness that he Should be jealous of me, Or that I should bar him of another; Is to give ourselves pain, [fled; XIV. SONG. From "TYRANNIC LOVE." I. AH, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young desire! II. Sighs which are from lovers blown Love and Time with rev'rence use, Which in youth sincere they send; IV. Love, like spring-tides full and high, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM. FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, What could advancing age have added more? Once more, hail, and farewell; farewell thou young, |