The many rend the skies with loud applause;
So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.

CHORUS.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again:

At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.

VI.

Now strike the golden lyre again :
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.

Break his bands of fleep asunder,

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid found
Has rais'd up his head :
As awak'd from the dead,
And amaz'd, he stares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the furies arife :

See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unbury'd remain
Inglorious on the plain :

Give the vengeance due
To the valiant crew.

Behold how they toss their torches on high,
How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hoftile gods.
The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king seiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

CHORUS.

And the king feiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

VII.

Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus, to his breathing flute,

And founding lyre,

Could swell the foul to rage, or kindle soft defire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,

Enlarg'd

:

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
And added length to folemn sounds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;

She drew an angel down.

Grand CHORUS.

At last, divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The Sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;

She drew an angel down.

XIII.

THE SECULAR MASQUE.

Enter JANUS.

Y

JANUS. CHronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling fun

Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.
Behold, behold the goal in fight,
Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter

Enter CHRONOS, with a scythe in his hand, and a globe on his back; which he fets down at his entrance.

CHRONOS. Weary, weary of my weight,

Let me, let me drop my freight,
And leave the world behind.

I could not bear,

Another year,

The load of human-kind.

Enter MOMUS laughing.

MOMUS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well haft thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,

The world was a fool, e'er since it begun,
And fince neither Janus, nor Chronos, nor I,

Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

Cho. of all three. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

JANUS. Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,

That he may fee, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been.

CHROOUS. Then, goddess of the filver bow, begin. [Ilorns, or hunting music, within.]

Enter DIANA.

DI. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day;
And hye to the woodland-walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd foon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon.

I course

I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,
And chace the wild goats o'er summits of

rocks,

With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,

And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry. Cho. of all. With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,

JANUS.

And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.
Then our age was in' t's prime,

CHRONOS. Free from rage:

DIANA.

And free from crime.

Momus. A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

Cho. of all. Then our age was in't's prime,

Free from rage, and free from crime,
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

[Dance of Diana's attendants.]
Enter MARS.

MARS. Inspire the vocal brass, inspire;

The world is past its infant age :
Arms and honour,

Arms and honour,
Set the martial mind on fire,
And kindle manly rage.
Mars has look'd the sky to red;
And Peace, the lazy good, is fled.
Plenty, peace, and pleasure fly;

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