A Dramatick Entertainment, call'd Harlequin a Sorcerer With the Loves of Pluto and Proserpine |
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SCENE I.
After the Overture, the Curtain rises, and discovers dark rocky Caverns, by the Side of a Wood, illumin'd by the Moon; Birds of Omen promiscuously flying, Flashes of Lightning faintly striking.While the Symphony is playing, divers Witches enter severally.
First Voice.
Why Sisters, why—Why thus d'ye stay;
Our Works admit of no Delay.
The Noon of Night is hurrying on,
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Our Master's new contracted Son:
Mean while, on all the Winds that blow,
Our new wrought Mischiefs let us throw.
3d Vo.
This—To the East.
4th Vo.
This—To the West.
2d Vo.
This—To the South.
1st Vo.
This—To the North.
All.
Let Dire Contagion now go forth.
[A Noise in the Air.
1st Vo.
Our new Companion's posting here,
To welcome him, let's all prepare.
[Symphony, while a Flock of Witches fly cross, Harlequin in a Post Chaise flying swiftly after.
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3d Vo.
Welcome.
4th Vo.
Welcome.
2d Vo.
Welcome.
1st Vo.
Welcome.
AIR.
Welcome to our Place of sporting:
Health and Treasure
Ev'ry Pleasure
Now command.
Health and Treasure
Ev'ry Pleasure
Now command.
Here each Night, at our Resorting,
We redouble
Ev'ry Trouble,
Through the Land.
We redouble
Ev'ry Trouble,
Through the Land.
Welcome, &c.
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How have you sported all this Night?
What Deeds perform'd for his Delight?
3d Vo.
On the new Justice and the 'Squire
We've had our Will—Our full Desire;
Wev'e fool'd 'em to the highest Pitch,
And sous'd 'em both into a Ditch.
Chorus.
Ho, ho, ho.
Ho, ho, ho.
3d Vo.
The Farmer's Hogs too we have drown'd,
And laid his Barns flat to the Ground.
Chorus.
Ho, ho, ho,
Ho, ho, ho.
2d Vo.
The Mayor o'th'Town I lugg'd by th'Ears,
And threw him Head-long down the Stairs.
The Pinder in my Way I found,
And whipp'd him nine times round the Pound.
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Ho, ho, ho.
Ho, ho, ho.
1st Vo.
Let us embrace—
Thou shalt be wise,
And overcome thy Enemies.
AIR.
Let the Thunder crack, and roll;
No Pow'r thy Charms shall e'er controul.
Nature shall yield to your great Skill:
Your Art, with Ease,
Shall, when you please,
Transform all Things to what you will.
No Pow'r thy Charms shall e'er controul.
Nature shall yield to your great Skill:
Your Art, with Ease,
Shall, when you please,
Transform all Things to what you will.
Let the, &c.
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Now let our Art a Dance prepare,
To Notes that may regale the Ear,
Whilst merry Sprights obey the Sound,
And, in brisk Measure, beat the Ground.
A Dance of Witches.
1st Vo.
The hated Morn comes on apace;
'Tis time we shou'd depart this Place,
Till the great Planet of the Sun,
His vig'rous Course of Light has run,
Which still creates more Mischiefs to be done.
Now throw off all Remorse and Fear,
Revenge shall be to thee most dear;
On sweet Revenge still fix thy Mind,
With us 'tis Joy to plague Mankind.
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of all.
With us 'tis Joy to plague Mankind.
[Exeunt severally.
Scene changes, and the Actions of Harlequin go on.
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