CUPID AND SCARLATI. A CANTATA. SET BY MR. PEP US CH. RECITATIVE. ON filver Tyber's vocal shore, The fam'd Scarlati strook his lyre, AIR. Harmonious fon of Phoebus, fee! RECITATIVE. The pleas'd musician heard with joy, And, proud to teach th' immortal boy, Did all his fongs and heavenly skill impart ; And breath'd into his airs the charms of love, AIR. Love, infpiring Makes his darts refiftless fly: Arts afpiring, Gives them wings to rife more high. 20 25 YE A careless maid that laughs at love? Come with all thy thrilling darts, Ye tender powers! how fhall I move K 5 RE RECITATIVE. Thus, in a melancholy inade, A penfive lover to his aid Invok'd the god of warm defire; Love heard him, and, to gain the maid, AIR. Take her humour, fimile, be gay, In her favourite follies join, That's the charm will make her thine. Caft thy ferious airs away, Freely courting, Toying, fporting, Sooth her hours with amorous play. In her favourite follies join, That's the charm will make her thine. 10 15 20 PASTORA, PASTOR A, A CANTATA. SET BY MR. PEPUSCH. RECITATIVE. ON fam'd Arcadia's flowery plains, The gay Paftora once was heard to fing; Close by a fountain's crystal spring AIR. Shepherds, would you hope to please us, Shepherds, would you hope to please us, You must every humour try. Soft denials Are but trials, You must follow when we fly. Shepherds, would you hope to please us, You must every humour try. RECITATIVE. Damon, who long ador'd this fprightly maid, Yet never durft his love relate, Refolv'd at laft to try his fate, S 15 He figh'd!--She finil'd ;-- He kneel'd and pray'd; She frown'd;-He rofe, and walk'd away, 20 And fung and danc'd, and on his pipe a chearful echo play'd. AIR. [with an echo of flutes.] Paftora fled to a fhady grove; Damon view'd her, And pursued her; Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love. The Nymph lock'd back, well pleas'd to fee That Damon ran as fwift as flie. Paftora fled to a fhady grove, Damon view'd her, And purfued her : Cupid laugh'd, and crown'd his love. 25 30 A PASTORAL MASQUE. SCENE, A PROSPECT OF A WOOD. YE Enter a Shepherd, and fings. ́E nymphs and shepherds of the grove, Sighing, panting for poffeffing! |