"T I. RECITATIVE. WAS at the royal feaft, for Perfia won By Philip's warlike fon; Aloft in awful state, The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; AIR. Lovely Thais by his fide Blooming fat in beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy Pair! None but the brave deferves the fair! II. RE II. RECITATIVE. Timotheus plac'd on high, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre i The fong began from Jove, Then round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fovereign of the world. The liftening croud adore the lofty found, A prefent deity, they shout around; AIR. With ravish'd ears Affumes the god, Affects the nod, And feems to shake the spheres. III. R E III. RECITATIVE. The praise of Bacchus then the fweet Musician fung, He fhews his honeft face; As when, by tigers drawn, o'er India's plains he rode, His jolly troop around him reel'd along, DUETT O. Bacchus ever gay and young, 2. Sweet the pleasure ! BOTH. Sweet is pleasure after pain! VI. RECITATIVE. Fir'd with the found, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madness rife, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And And while he Heaven and Earth defy'd, He chofe a mournful Mufe, Soft pity to infuse; Then thus he chang'd his fong, and check'd his pride. AIR. See Darius great and good, By too fevere a fate, Fall'n from his high eftate; Behold his flowing blood! On earth th' expiring monarch lies, V. RECITATIVE. With downcast looks the joyless victor fate, Revolving in his alter'd foul The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a figh he stole, The mighty mafter finil'd to fee AIR with flutes. War is toil and trouble, Honour is an airy bubble, N Never Never ending, ftill beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee. VI. RECITATIVE. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, 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 opprefs'd, The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast. DUETT O. 1. Phoebus, patron of the lyre, 2. Cupid, god of foft defire, 1 & 2. How victorious are your charms? 1. 2. Full of glory, 3 & 2. See a monarch fall'n before ye, Chain'd in beauty's clafping arms! VII. RE |