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Scene I.
JUPITER.Recitative.
I swear by Styx, this usage is past bearing;
My lady Juno ranting, tearing, swearing!
Why, what the devil will my godship do,
If blows and thunder cannot tame a shrew?
My lady Juno ranting, tearing, swearing!
Why, what the devil will my godship do,
If blows and thunder cannot tame a shrew?
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Though the loud thunder rumbles,
Though storms rend the sky;
Yet louder she grumbles,
And swells the sharp cry.
Though storms rend the sky;
Yet louder she grumbles,
And swells the sharp cry.
Her jealousy teasing,
Disgusting her form:
Her music as pleasing
As pigs in a storm.
Disgusting her form:
Her music as pleasing
As pigs in a storm.
I fly her embraces,
To wenches more fair;
And leave her wry faces,
Cold sighs, and despair.
To wenches more fair;
And leave her wry faces,
Cold sighs, and despair.
And oh! ye tedious minutes, steal away;
Come evening, close the folding doors of day;
Night, spread thy sable petticoat around,
And sow thy poppies on the slumbering ground;
Then raving into love, and drunk with charms,
I'll lose my Juno's tongue in Maia's arms.
Air.
Come evening, close the folding doors of day;
Night, spread thy sable petticoat around,
And sow thy poppies on the slumbering ground;
Then raving into love, and drunk with charms,
I'll lose my Juno's tongue in Maia's arms.
Sighing,
Dying,
Lying,
Frying,
In the furnace of desire;
Creeping,
Sleeping,
Oh! how slow the hours retire!
When the busy heart is beating,
When the bosom's all on fire,
Oh! how welcome is the meeting!
Oh! how slow the hours retire!
Recitative.
Dying,
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Frying,
In the furnace of desire;
Creeping,
Sleeping,
Oh! how slow the hours retire!
When the busy heart is beating,
When the bosom's all on fire,
Oh! how welcome is the meeting!
Oh! how slow the hours retire!
But see—my Fury comes; by Styx, I tremble:
I'll creep aside—'tis folly to dissemble.
I'll creep aside—'tis folly to dissemble.
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