Songs, Duos, Trios, Chorusses, &c. in the Comic Opera of the Carnival of Venice, as it is Performed at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane [by Richard Tickell] |
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ACT II.
AIR by Miss PHILLIPS.
I
Ah! think me not unfeeling Love;If still from thee I hide each pain,
'Tis but that thou may'st better prove
The fancied peace I strive to feign.
II
I would not have thy generous breastPierc'd with a pang beyond its own;
'Twou'd point thy griefs were mine confest
Ah! leave me then to weep alone.
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AIR by Miss PHILLIPS.
I
The gentle primrose of the vale,Whose tender bloom rude winds assail,
Droops its meek leaves, and scarce sustains
The night's chill snow and beating rains.
II
'Tis past—the morn returns—sweet springIs come—and hills and valleys sing—
But low the gentle Primrose lies;
No more to bloom, no more to rise!
DUET By Miss PHILLIPS and Mr. DUBELLAMY.
MELVILLE.“Still, ah! still in accents sweet,
“The soft vows of Truth repeat;
“Breathe, that gentlest balm of care,
“Sighs that sooth the griefs they share.
EMILY.
“Let thy own fond heart reveal,
“All that equal love can feel:
“Let each hope, each fear it knows,
“My responsive cares disclose.
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“O mutual Love, thy gentle smile
“Can Fortune's rudest frown beguile;
“Ev'n parting sighs with thee delight;
“Sweet are the sorrows that unite.”
DIALOGUE SONG.
CHARLES.Hence with dull intruding sorrow,
Hence with Wisdom's cold delay;
They alone should dread to-morrow,
Who want Love to bless to-day.
MARINETTA.
Yes, too swiftly passes Pleasure,
Not to seize her fleeting joy,
But, to guard so dear a treasure,
Let not Doubt the bliss destroy.
CHARLES.
Chide no more the jealous lover,
With fond hopes and fears possess'd;
They who tenderest griefs discover,
Tenderest pleasure cherish best.
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Let not wayward fancy joining,
Strive our fondness to improve,
Leave to Grandeur's vain refining,
All that Nature trusts to love.
CHARLES.
Meet me thus with chearful smiles,
Meet me thus, we'll ne'er repine.
MARINETTA.
The frowns of Fortune, Love beguiles,
Love, that dreads no frown but thine.
AIR by Mr. PARSONS.
I
This is a Petit-maitre's day—Awake at noon,
Or scarce so soon,
See him to his sofa creep,
Sipping his tea—half-asleep—
Curse the vapours!
Reach the papers—
What's the opera?—Dem the play.
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II
Air my boots, I think I'll ride—Tho' rot it, no!
It shakes one so—
Let them bring the vis-a-vis:
Lounging there, his Lordship see,
With vacant air,
And sullen stare,
Born of dullness, rais'd by pride!
III
Stop at Betty's!—What's the news?—A battle they say—
Have you pines to-day?—
Yes, my Lord—We've beat the Dutch.
Ha—some ice—I thought as much:
What, and nothing more?
That's a monstrous bore!—
Well, drive to Issachar the Jews.
IV
Last at Brookes's—deep at play;Issachar's debt,
At Faro set,
Win or lose, serenely sad,
Calm he sits, nor vex'd, nor glad;
'Till half alive,
He cuts at five—
This is a Petit-maitre's day.
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AIR by Mrs. WRIGHTEN.
What a Lover is he that has nothing to give,
But a look, and a vow, and a sigh!
Silly maid, take my word, you should know how to live,
Before you're so ready to die.
But a look, and a vow, and a sigh!
Silly maid, take my word, you should know how to live,
Before you're so ready to die.
How stupid a pair are the Bridegroom and Bride,
Who wed but for cooing and billing;
Oh, how dull will they be, as they sit side by side,
If it happens they're not worth a shilling.
Who wed but for cooing and billing;
Oh, how dull will they be, as they sit side by side,
If it happens they're not worth a shilling.
At first, by good luck, every hour of the day,
'Tis my darling, my soul's dearest pleasure;
But at last, says the wife, I want money to pay,
Come, give it, my heart's richest treasure!
'Tis my darling, my soul's dearest pleasure;
But at last, says the wife, I want money to pay,
Come, give it, my heart's richest treasure!
“But I have it not, sweeting!”—This theme may breed strife—
“Come let us be cooing and billing”—
Go, barbarous Husband—Go, termagant Wife—
So it happens when not worth a shilling.
“Come let us be cooing and billing”—
Go, barbarous Husband—Go, termagant Wife—
So it happens when not worth a shilling.
TRIO and CHORUS. By Miss PHILLIPS, Mr. DUBELLAMY, Mr. WILLIAMS, &c.
VALENTIO.Now, when bashful day-light's gone,
And night that hides a blush comes on,
With tender awe that dreads those eyes,
Thy secret lover breathes his sighs.
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Not for the gloom her shades impart,
Does Evening glad my faithful heart,
But that her still and gentle air
May waft each sigh our bosoms share.
EMILY.
Welcome that well-known voice
That sings of love and truth.
VALENTIO.
Another claims thy choice.
EMILY.
'Tis vain, mistaken youth.
VALENTIO.
Love is sportive, fond of wiles.
MELVIL.
Yet on faithful ardour smiles.
VALENTIO.
Love rewards the boldest swain.
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Not with joy that others pain.
VALENTIO.
Fly swiftly, ye hours—fly swiftly away.
'Till the tender delusions confess'd.
MELVIL.
Fly swiftly, ye hours—fly swiftly away,
'Till truth with fond rapture is blest.
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