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Act Third and Last.

The Musick Compos'd by Mr. Finger.
Scene a Grove.
Symphony. Enter Vulcan, and Jealousie behind him.

Jealousie
imitating Eccho
—hate her.

[Vulcan]
What if I valiantly shou'd beat her?

Jealousie
like Eccho,
—beat her.

[Vulcan]
But when she wheadles I believe her.

Jealousie
like Eccho,
—leave her.

[Vulcan]
Will she still Jilt my kind Endeavour?

Jealousie
like Eccho,
—ever.

[Vulcan]
How! Eccho! what am I? speak Eccho?

Jealousie
like a Cuckoe,
—Cuckoe.

Symphony. Vulcan, thinking it to be the Cuckoe's Note.
Vile Bird, be curst for thy unwelcome Tongue!
Hence, let the lustful Sparrow hatch thy Young,
And Cuckoe be thy Name, and Cuckoe be thy Song!
Let Married Wretches dread, yet share thy Name,
Their Wives the Guilt, yet theirs the Shame,
Till Cuckoe spreads thro'all the Universal Frame.

Jealousie discovers her self.
Symphony. Jealousie.
See, Vulcan, Jealousie appears!
Tho' not to ease, but raise thy Cares.
Still restless round the World I run,
To rack the wretched Lover's Mind:
I watch and journey with the Sun,
To search for what I dread to find.
Thence sliding on a Beam, my Eye
Saw Mars with Venus loosely toy.

Ritornel.
Vulcan.
Revenge me Hell, new Pains invent!
To plague 'em, all thy Racks I'll steal.
No, that's too mild a Punishment;
Let'em both share the Hell, the greater Hell I feel.

Exeunt Vulcan and Jealousie.
Enter Venus and Mars following her, and Gallus and Euphrosyne after 'em.
Mars.
Yeild, my Dear, let full possessing
Crown my Love, and Charm my Sence.

Venus.
No, I must oppose your pressing
With as gallant a Defence.

Mars.
When Love's Harvest shou'd be reaping,
Will you waste the Time in Doubt?

Venus.
Ev'ry Town that's worth the keeping,
Keeps a while th'Invader out.
Cheap Embraces quickly cloy;
Easy Conquest seems a Toy:
But denying,
Struggling, flying,
Wanton playing,
Wise delaying,
Raise us to a Sence of Joy.

Mars and Venus.
Love's a Hawk, and stoops apace:
We all hurry
For the Quarry,
Tho' the Sport ends with the Chace.

Ritornel.
[Exit. Venus and Mars after her.
Gallus
to Euphrosyne.
Come Child, let us kiss, hang dull silly wooing,
'Tis time, like our Betters, we two shou'd be doing.
Kind Fate still assigns, as a Custom that's common,
To the Mistress, the Master, the Man to the Woman.

Euphrosyne.
Be still, I hate your wanton Play,

Gallus.
Yet on a wanton Mistress wait?

Euphrosyne.
What others can be found of late?
If now we cannot still obey,
See all, hear all, and nothing say,
'Twere pity we shou'd serve the Great.

Gallus.
What, wou'd you have me dully wooe?
I cannot flatter, cringe, and sue:
Yet if high Love must pass between us,
Come, I'll be Mars, do you be Venus.
[Like a Soldier.]
Dear Madam, you're so damn'd inviting,
Rot me, I love you more than Fighting.
There cannot be a better sport,
Than to besiege so fine a Fort:
Your Eyes strange Execution do;
Yet I must dye, or conquer you.

Euphrosyne.
Hold, or my Hands will prove to you
Offensive, and Defensive too.

Gallus.
‘Tis vain, make what defence you please,
These two white Rising Tow'rs I'll seize.

Gal.
Yield.

[Struggles with her.]
Eu.
—No.

Gal.
—I must storm then.

Eu.
—Do, do, I defie you.
Be quiet, nay don't you; I'll cry out.

Gal.
—I'll try you.

Eu.
Do, do, I defie you; do, no Body's by you,

Eu.
Hold, hold!

Gal.
—I hold you.

Eu.
—Hold, hold, or I'll fly you.

Gal.
I hold you.

Eu.
—I'll fly you.

Gall.
—Do, do, I defie you.

[Gallus carries her off.]
Ritornel.
Re-enter Vulcan, having laid a Net by the Couch.
Vulcan.
Ritornel.

[Exit.
Ritornel.
Re-enter Mars and Venus.
Mars
very Amonrously.
How my Passion is encreas'd
With imperfect Pleasure toying!
I'll no more starve at a Feast,
Nor enjoy without enjoying.

Venus
running into his Arms.
Ah! my Dear, my Soul, my all!
Thus for ever let me lye!
In thy Arms I ravish'd fall,
Tranc'd in melting Joys I dye.

[Mars and Venus sit upon the Couch.
Mars.
‘O bless me less! th'Almighty Joy
‘Will ev'n Divinity destroy!
‘It shakes and labours with the Bliss,
‘And wastes, and wastes with ev'ry stronger Kiss.

It Thunders, and at the same time, The Net spreads over 'em, The Scene opens and discovers in a Glory, Jupiter, Juno, and other Heavenly Deities.
Wild Musick.
Mars,
rous'd out of his Extasie, and finding himself caught.
‘Hah! am I fall'n from Heav'n to Hell?
‘No, still 'tis Heav'n bright Goddess where you dwell.
How! trapt in Chains! Jove here! Curst Vulcan too!
Ye Gods, what Being ever fell
So low, from high'r than you?
[To Gallus.]
Dull Spye, by whose Neglect I'm caught,
‘Turn to a Bird, and by thy early Call,
(‘Lest secret Lovers like me fall)
‘Prevent the prying Sun, and thus attone thy Fault.

Vulcan.
‘Here for ever thus remain:
‘Strong as Fate is Vulcan's Chain.
‘Curs'd be the Pair that brand my Front with Shame!
‘Most curst my Wife! Damn, all Adult'rers, Damn,
‘May my worst Fires boyl their Salacious-Blood,
‘Corrode their Flesh, dry up the tainted Flood;
Prey on their Bones, their inmost Marrow fry,
Till they curse Heav'n, like me, and vainly wish to dye!

Momus
laughing to Mars.
Dear Bully, thou'rt fitted; long may you lye thus!
'Tis sweet to make Cuckolds; but why one of us?
What's cheaper than Women? Look, yonder appears
A World of kind Wives, and of She-Volunteers!
Not one here but wishes t'have been in your place:
Yet, Vulcan, thou'rt wise thus to spread thy Disgrace:
Thus Jealousy's cur'd, and Men gladly will know,
There are Cuckolds above, as well as below.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, hah! as well as below.

The Chorus, Repeat the last two Lines.
Symphony. Enter Cupid with a Train of Cupids.
Cupid.
Thus all unequal Unions break.
Thus Hymen without Love is weak.
But I'll exert my Pow'r anew,
Make Vulcan kind, and Venus true.
Her Gratitude will soon Improve,
And Friendship shall resemble Love.
Where Hymen wove unequal Tyes,
Love to no higher Pitch can Rise:

Cupid strikes Vulcan with an Arrow.
Venus.
Compell'd by Love and Fate's resistless Pow'r,
We lov'd, we fail'd, your Pardon I implore.

Vulcan.
Well, I'm a Fool! will you do so no more?

Venus, Mars, and Cupid.
No more, no more, no more.

[Vulcan goes to set 'em free.]
A March with Trumpets and Kettle-Drums, &c.
Enter the Followers of Mars.
[Immediately after the Warlike Musick, Flutes, and other soft Musick, are hear'd.]

Rouse, God of War, to Arms, to Arms!

Cupids.
To Love, to Love, to Love's Alarms!

Warriors.
To War, to War, to War's Alarms!

Cupids.
Hark! Flutes are warbling Love!

Warrior.
—Hark! Trumpets answer War.

Mars.
War, Battles, Conquests, Triumphs, Glory, War,
None but he is worthy Love,
Whom the Charms of Glory move

Cupid and Mars
hand in hand.
None but he is worthy Love,
Whom the Charms of Glory move

Grand Chorus
of all the Voices and Instruments.
Hail! Great Gods of Love and War!
Thus the World's vast Empire share!

Cupids.
Glory without Love is vain.

Warriors
Without Glory Love's a Bane.

Cupids and Warriors.
None but he is worthy Love,
Whom the Charms of Glory move.

[Grand Chorus]
Hail! Great Gods of Love and War!
Thus the World's vast Empire share!

While the Grand Chorus is perform'd, several of Cupid's Followers Dance to Flutes, and other soft Musick; and several of Mars's Followers Dance to Trumpets, and other Warlike Musick Alternately; the Warriors strike on their Shields a kind of Tune with their Scymitars, and Dance a Pyrrhick Dance, by Fits fighting off the Stage suddenly, and then immediately the Cupids come in and Dance, with their Bows and Arrows seeming to aim at each other, then also go off, and re-enter by Fits, which ends the Entertainment.