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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;
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.

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,
Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre i
Trembling the notes afcend the íky,
And heavenly joys infpire.

The fong began from Jove,
Who left his blissful feats above;
(Such is the power of mighty Love!
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,
When he to fair Olympia prefs'd,
And while he fought her snowy breast;

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;
A prefent deity, the echoing roofs rebound!

AIR.

With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,

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,
Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young:
Behold he comes, the victor god!
Flush'd with a purple grace,

He fhews his honeft face;

As when, by tigers drawn, o'er India's plains he rode,
While, loud with conqueft and with wine,

His jolly troop around him reel'd along,
And taught the vocal skies to join
In this applauding fong.

DUETT O.

Bacchus ever gay and young,
Firft did drinking joys ordain :
1. Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure ;
2. Drinking is the foldier's pleasure
1. Rich the treasure,

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,
With not a friend to clofe his eyes.

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,
And tears began to flow.

The mighty mafter finil'd to fee
That love was in the next degree,
'Twas but a kindred found to move:
For pity melts the mind to love.
Softly sweet in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures.

AIR with flutes.

War is toil and trouble,

Honour is an airy bubble,

N

Never

Never ending, ftill beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying,
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it, worth enjoying :
Lovely Thais fits befide thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

VI.

RECITATIVE.

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 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. Cupid, god of foft defire,
2. Phœbus, patron of the lyre,

1 & 2. How victorious are your charms?
Crown'd with conqueft,

1.

2.

Full of glory,

3 & 2. See a monarch fall'n before ye,

Chain'd in beauty's clafping arms!

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