Thy father Peneus feels my pain; DAPH. [afide.] Alas! my rafh, my fatal vow! [As Daphne is going out, fhe ftops, and fings the following air. DAPHN E. Shall I return- -or no?Charms yet unknown furround me; Yet, Love, thou ne'er fhalt wound me, SCENE changes to the River. Re-enter DAPHNE, looking back as affrighted DAPHNE. He comes the fwift pursuer comes—O where Where hide me from the God of Light ? [DAPHNE runs to the fide of the river, and a Father Peneus, hear me, aid me! [APOLLO enters at the latter end of the air, APOLLO. O fatal flight!-O curft difdain! The trembling branches yet her shape retain! And hear what honours to thy leaves remain. No No thunder e'er fhall blaft thy boughs, Oft in Britannia's ifle thy profperous green PENEU S.. Still Peneus, with a father's care, With verdure ever fresh and fair, Nor this thy deftin'd change shall mourn. CHORUS, or Duetto of Apollo and Pencus. Art is vain to move defire. If nature once the fair incline, AN ST. DAVID'S DAY, THE FIRST OF MARCH, 1715-16. SET TO MUSIC BY DR. PEPUSCH, And performed at the Anniversary Meeting of the Society of ANCIENT BRITONS, eftablished in Honour of Her Royal Highness's Birth-Day, and of the Principality of Wales. "Salve læta dies! meliorque revertere femper, Q 3 OVID. |