RECITATIVE.

DAMON.

Stay, fhepherd, stay!

See how thy flocks in yonder valley stray.
What means this melancholy air ?
No more thy tuneful pipe we hear.

AIR.

Shepherd, what art thou pursuing,
Heedless running to thy ruin?

Share our joy, our pleasure share :
Leave thy paffion till to-morrow;
Let the day be free from forrow,
Free from love, and free from care.

Da Capo.

RECITATIVE.

Acis.

Lo here, my Love!

Turr, Galatea, lither turn thine eyes
See at thy feet the longing Acis lies.

AIR.

Love in her eyes fits playing,

And sheds delicious death;

Love in her lips is straying,

And warbling in her breath :

*O! didft thou know the pains of absent love, Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove.

Of all youths, thou dearest boy!
Of all nymphs, thou brightest fair!
Thou all my blifs, thou all my joy!

CHORU S.

Da Capo.

Happy we, &c.

X 2

ACIS

ACIS AND GALATEA,

A

SEREN À TA.

PART THE SECOND.

A Concerto on the ORGAN.

WRE

CHORU S.

RETCHED lovers! Fate has pass'd
This fad decree; no joy fhall last.
Wretched lovers! quit your dream ;
Behold the monster Polypheme.
See what ample ftrides he takes ;
'The mountain nods, the foreft shakes
The waves run frighten'd to the fhores :
Hark! how the thundering Giant roars!

RECITATIVE accompanied.

POLYPHEME.

rage, I melt, I burn,

The feeble God has ftabb'd me to the heart.
Thou trufty pine,

Prop of my god-like steps, I lay thee by.

Bring

Bring me a hundred reeds, of decent growth,
To make a pipe for my capacious mouth;
In foft enchanting accents let me breathe
Sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love.

AIR.

O ruddier than the cherry!
O fweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moon-fhine niglit,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster!

No lily has fuch luftre;

Yet hard to tame

As raging flame,

And fierce as ftorms that blufter!

Da Cafo.

RECITATIVE.

POLYPHEMUS, GALATEA.

POLY: Whither, Faireft, art thou running..
Still my warm embraces fhunning?

GAL. The lion calls not to his prey;
Nor bids the wolf the lambkin ftay.

POLY. Thee Polyphemus, great as Jove,
Calls to empire, and to love:
To his palace in the rock,

To his dairy, to his flock;

To the grape of purple hue,
To the plumb of gloffy blue;
Wildings which expecting ftand,.
Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.

GAL. Of infant-limbs to make my food,
And fwill full draughts of human blood!
Go, monster! bid fome other gueft:
I loath the hoft; I loath the feast.

AIR.

POLYPHEMUS.

Ceafe to beauty to be fuing:

Ever whining love disdaining,

Let the brave, their aims pursuing,
Still be conquering, not complaining.

Da Capo

AIR.

DAMON.

Would you gain the tender creature?
Softly, gently, kindly treat her :
Suffering is the lover's part:
Beauty by constraint poffeffing,
You enjoy but half the bleffing,

Lifelefs charms without the heart.

Da Capo.

RECI