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RECITATIVE.

DAMON.
Stay, shepherd, stay!
Sce how thy flocks in vonder valley. stray.

What means this melancholy air ?
No more thy tuneful pipe we hear.

A I R.
Shepherd, what art thou pursuing,
Heedless running to thy ruin?

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

Da Cape

RECITATIVE.

Acis,
Lo here, my Love!
Turr, Gaiatea, hither turn thine eyes:
See at thy feet the longing Acis lies.

A I R. Love in her eres lits playing,

And sheds delicious death ; Love in her lips is straying,

And warbling in her breach :

Love on her breast fits panting,

And swells with soft desire :
Nor grace, nor charm, is wanting

To set the heart on fire.

RECIT ATIVE.

GALATEA.
FO! didst thou know the pains of absent love,
Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove,

AI R.
As when the dove

Laments his love,
All on the naked spray;

When he returns,

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

Billing, cooing,

Panting, wooing,
Melting murmurs fill the grove;
Melting murmurs, lasiing love.

DU E T.

ACIS AND GALATEA.
Happy we !
What joys I feel ! What charms I see!
Of all youths, thou deareft boy!

Of all nymphs, thou brightest fair1
Thou all my bliss, thou all my joy !

Da Capo.

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ACIS AND GALATE A,

A

S E R E N À I A.

PART THE SECOND.

A Concerto on the ORGAN,

CHORU S. WR

TRETCHED lovers ! Fate has pass’d

This sad decree; no joy shall last.
Wretched lovers ! quit your dream ;
Behold the monster Polypheme.
See what ample strides he takes ;
'The mountain nods, the forest shakes;
The waves run frighten’d to the shores :
Hark I how the thundering Giant roars !

RECITATIVE accompanied.

POLYPHEME.

I

rage, I melt, I burn,
The feeble God has stabb'd me to the heart.

Thou trusty 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 soft enchanting accents let me breathe
Swiet Galatea's beauty, and my love.

A I R.

O ruddier than the cherry!
o sweeter than the berry !
O Nymph more bright

Than moon-shine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster!
No lily has such lustre;

Yet hard to tame

As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster !

Da Cajo.

RECITATIVE,

POLYPHEMU'S, GALATEA. POLY: Whither, Fairest, art thou running, ..

Still my warm embraces fhunning? Gal. The lion calls not to his

prey ; Nor bids the wolf the lambkin iter POLY. Thee Polyphemus, great as Jove,

Calls to einpire, and to love:

To his palace in the rock,
To his dairy, to his flock;

To To the grape of purple hue,

To the plumb of glofly blue;
Wildings which expecting stand,

Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.
GAL. Of infant-limbs to make

my

food,
And swill full draughts of human blood!
Go, monster ! bid some other guest
I loath the host; I loath the feast.

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A I R.

POLYPHEMUS.

Cease to beauty to be suing :

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 poflefling,
You enjoy bat half the blefling,
Lifeless charms without the heart.

Da Capo.

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