RECITATIVE.

DAMON.

Stay, fhepherd, stay!

See how thy flocks in yonder valley ftray.
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!

Turn, Galatea, hither 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 :

Love on her breaft fits panting,

And fwells with foft defire :
Nor grace, nor charm, is wanting

To fet the heart on fire.

RECITATIVE.

GALATEA.

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

AIR.

As when the dove
Laments his love,

All on the naked spray;

When he returns,

No more fhe mourns,
But loves the live-long day.

Billing, cooing,

Panting, wooing,

Melting murmurs fill the grove;

Melting murmurs, lasting love.

DUET.

ACIS AND GALATEA.

Happy we !

What joys I feel!

What charms I fee!

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

Da Capo.

ACIS

ACIS AND GALATEA,

A

SEREN À TA.

PART THE SECOND.

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A Concerto on the ORGAN.

CHORUS.

RETCHED lovers! Fate has pass'd
This fad decree; no joy fhall laft.
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 night,
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 Capo.

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 star.

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 stand,
Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.

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

AIR.

POLYPHEMUS.

Ceafe to beauty to be fuing:

Ever whining love difdaining,

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