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Act II.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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Act II.

The buxom Nymphs, and jolly Swains,
That haunt Britania's verdant Plains;
As sprightly May advances,

Air.

Anon the cheary Lass,
Trips it briskly o'er the Grass,
And gaily throws around her Glances—
Here the blithsome Shepherds wooing,
There the enamour'd Couple cooing;
Hail her with her rural Dances.

Recitative.

The spreading Oak reclin'd beneath,
The gentle Noon-tide Air they breathe;
'Till Phœbus westward drives his Steeds,
And laughing Mirth, and rosy Wine succeed.

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Air.

Soft Violins to jocund Dances call,
And as the various Measures sound,
The merry Dancers strike the Ground;

Recitative.

Listen, ah listen to the warbling Flute,
Ye feather'd Choir a while be mute;
Hither oh Goddess of the Paphian Grove,
And all ye little Cupids move.

Air.

Venus, Queen of soft Desire,
Melt, oh! melt my Charmer's Breast;
Must a faithful Swain expire,
While a faithless Nymph's at rest?

Recitative.

His Vows are heard—no more he pines—
The Nymph again to Love inclines—

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Duet.

While my Charmer thus caressing,
Monarch's, I your Power disdain;
Here's the Darling worth possessing,
Sweet Reward for all my Pain.

Recitative.

Be calm as Midnight—fair Cecilia sings,
And Musick rises on her softest Wings;
Diffusive Sweetness on her Warble floats,
And the Heart springs dilated with her Notes.
Attention listens, as the thirsty Ear,
Imbibes each Thrill, and yet thirsts on to hear;
See the charm'd Angels by her Accents bound,
Feed on her Notes, and drink the lenient Sound.

Air.

Oh! how sweetly soft her Measure!
Full of Harmony and Pleasure;

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Now majestically slow,
Her rosy Fingers move;
Now rising from the Notes below,
She strikes the Chords above.

Grand Chorus.

Attentive Woods round Orpheus throng,
But Angels listen to her Song.