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Several People of different Degrees, Saylors, Country Folks and others, are discovered drinking, dancing and making merry on the Shore.
A Man Sings.
Happy Britains, seated here,
All the Sweets of Life you share.
Here secure you view and slight
Storms that all around affright.
Land and Seas that swell your Store,
Raise your Spirits with your Pow'r.
Your old Honours bloom again,
And Freedom makes ye more than Men.
The Chorus repeat
Happy Britains, &c.
A Dance of Saylors.
Happy Britains, seated here,
All the Sweets of Life you share.
Here secure you view and slight
Storms that all around affright.
Land and Seas that swell your Store,
Raise your Spirits with your Pow'r.
Your old Honours bloom again,
And Freedom makes ye more than Men.
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Happy Britains, &c.
Two Officers
Sing with Glasses in their hands.
Free-born Sons of Britain, who fearless at home
Disdain the vile yoak of false France & of Rome,
Rouse now to secure all the Blessings you claim,
Your Laws, and your Altars, Lands, Traffic & Fame.
A Queen truly British, wise, pious and brave,
Incites ye, your Rights, and all Europe to save.
Then joyn for its Safety, till Dangers are ceast,
And You, who don't fight for't, here, drink to't at least.
Second Movement.
Disdain the vile yoak of false France & of Rome,
Rouse now to secure all the Blessings you claim,
Your Laws, and your Altars, Lands, Traffic & Fame.
A Queen truly British, wise, pious and brave,
Incites ye, your Rights, and all Europe to save.
Then joyn for its Safety, till Dangers are ceast,
And You, who don't fight for't, here, drink to't at least.
The Welfare of All on blest ANNA depends,
Then honor her most who the World most befriends.
Long lov'd, like Eliza, this Isle may she bless!
Like her be she serv'd, and alike her Success!
Eliza quell'd Spain, and in France's full growth,
Great Anna shall quell, and shall humble 'em both.
Then strive all ye Nations her Friendship to gain:
She can awe the whole World who is Queen of the Main.
Third Movement.
Then honor her most who the World most befriends.
Long lov'd, like Eliza, this Isle may she bless!
Like her be she serv'd, and alike her Success!
Eliza quell'd Spain, and in France's full growth,
Great Anna shall quell, and shall humble 'em both.
Then strive all ye Nations her Friendship to gain:
She can awe the whole World who is Queen of the Main.
With Freedom, Ease and Plenty crown'd,
We're th'Envy of the World around.
Our all we'll offer to maintain
Those Blessings of bright Anna's Reign.
Let ev'n the Names of Parties cease:
Tho War's abroad, at home 'tis Peace.
No strife remain, but such as Lovers boast,
Who loves and who shall serve their Royal Mistress most.
We're th'Envy of the World around.
Our all we'll offer to maintain
Those Blessings of bright Anna's Reign.
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Tho War's abroad, at home 'tis Peace.
No strife remain, but such as Lovers boast,
Who loves and who shall serve their Royal Mistress most.
A Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
A Symphony is perform'd, during which Neptune arises out of the Sea.
Why must angry Neptune rise
From his awful Court below?
A Mortal here my Pow'r outvies;
My upper-Realms no other Sov'raign know.
Her Fleets controul the Watry Plains.
'Tis Anna now, not Neptune reigns.
Lo! with a thousand mighty Prows
My Liquid Fields her Navy Ploughs,
And, fearless of my Frown,
The floating Cities spread, and tow'r, and press me down.
Th'affrighted World beholds with Pain
Those Gyants of the Main.
Their Fire more fatal than my Waves,
My Element outbraves.
And Nations whom her Fleet alarms,
Dread more her Anger than my Storms.
From his awful Court below?
A Mortal here my Pow'r outvies;
My upper-Realms no other Sov'raign know.
Her Fleets controul the Watry Plains.
'Tis Anna now, not Neptune reigns.
Lo! with a thousand mighty Prows
My Liquid Fields her Navy Ploughs,
And, fearless of my Frown,
The floating Cities spread, and tow'r, and press me down.
Th'affrighted World beholds with Pain
Those Gyants of the Main.
Their Fire more fatal than my Waves,
My Element outbraves.
And Nations whom her Fleet alarms,
Dread more her Anger than my Storms.
Wake, my Rage! The Wrongs I've born
Revenge must now remove.
Noble Souls a Rival scorn,
In Empire as in Love.
Wake, my Rage! The Wrongs I've born
Revenge must now remove.
'Tis sweet to vex those who disdain,
And make our Pleasure of their Pain.
Revenge must now remove.
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In Empire as in Love.
Wake, my Rage! The Wrongs I've born
Revenge must now remove.
'Tis sweet to vex those who disdain,
And make our Pleasure of their Pain.
Waves arise,
Swell and rave, and mate the Skies.
At my Call
Confound the Ball.
Revolving Ocean, know thy Lord,
And, Nature, tremble at my Word.
Swell and rave, and mate the Skies.
At my Call
Confound the Ball.
Revolving Ocean, know thy Lord,
And, Nature, tremble at my Word.
A Rough Symphony, during which the Thunder is heard.
Chorus.
Nature trembles: Men despair.
Mortals learn the Gods to fear,
Billows rowling,
Tempests howling,
Thunder growling,
Nature trembles, Men despair.
Mortals learn the Gods to fear.
All in Motion,
Skies and Ocean,
Jarring,
Warring,
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Rending,
In their Anger all they tear,
Fire and Water, Earth and Air.
A soft Symphony succeeds.
Pallas
descends.
Calm thy Mind, thy Rage appeasing,
Let the sudden Tempest cease:
Can a Stormy Frown be pleasing,
Like the gentle Smiles of Peace.
If a Tribute's paid to Beauty
By the Rulers of Mankind,
Joyn'd with Wisdom, Pow'r and Duty,
What Resistance can it find.
Calm, oh Calm, oh Calm thy Mind.
[Every Line of this Dialogue is to be sung by either Party, one answering the other and then once again, both singing together.
Nept.
Cease to ply me.
Pal.
Cease to fly me.
Nept.
'Tis in vain.
Pal.
'Tis in vain.
Passion's vain—Let Reason reign.
Reason's vain—Let Passion reign.
Pal.
Reason's Reign makes Passion vain.
Nept.
Reason's vain where Passions reign.
Pal.
Oh believe me.
Nept.
Leave me, leave me.
Both.
'Tis in vain, 'tis all in vain.
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Here by Mortal Eyes unseen
Rest thy Trident on this Isle.
Various Scenes shall reconcile
Neptune to the Ocean's Queen.
Here by Mortal Eyes unseen,
Rest thy Trident on this Isle.
Rest thy Trident on this Isle.
Various Scenes shall reconcile
Neptune to the Ocean's Queen.
Here by Mortal Eyes unseen,
Rest thy Trident on this Isle.
See ev'ry Nation,
Every Station,
Own the Empire of the Fair;
Thus in common,
Love and Woman
Reign as Sov'raigns every where.
Every Station,
Own the Empire of the Fair;
Thus in common,
Love and Woman
Reign as Sov'raigns every where.
A Dance of several Nations.
Enter several Saylors and Clowns, each leading his Lass, they sing and dance. The Chorus repeating.
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Come, Neighbours, come nowFrom Dairy and Plough,
Let's merrily dance on the Common,
The Saylor and Swain
Shall joyn on the Plain,
And every Man have his Woman.
2.
While Lasses we holdWe fear not the Cold,
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Then with a Jug, in a Rug,
We hug, and lye snug,
And a Fig for the Wind and the Weather.
3.
While foreign Clowns fearWolves, Tyrants, and War,
We're safe with our Flocks and our Lasses:
We're all in good Plight
For the Day and the Night,
And let Them be rid that are Asses.
4.
Just coming from Sea,Our Spouses and we,
We punch it aboard with Courageo;
We sing, laugh and cling,
And in Hammocks we swing,
And huzzah! my Brave Boys, bon Voyageo.
CHORUS.
See, see, see, every Nation,
Every Station,
Own their Empire of the Fair.
Thus in common
Love and Woman
Reign as Sov'raigns ev'ry where.
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to the Britains.
This is not yet set to Musick.
Happy Mortals, while possessing,
Bless the Pow'r that grants the Blessing:
Wisely learn your Joys to prize.
Wretched Slaves may wish for ranging;
But, where all is lost by changing,
To be true is to be wise.
To Neptune.
Bless the Pow'r that grants the Blessing:
Wisely learn your Joys to prize.
Wretched Slaves may wish for ranging;
But, where all is lost by changing,
To be true is to be wise.
Oh no more the Fair disdain,
Nature owns a Female Reign;
All the Virtues, all the Graces,
Muses, Arts, and loveliest Faces,
Ever claim
A Female Name.
Nature owns a Female Reign;
All the Virtues, all the Graces,
Muses, Arts, and loveliest Faces,
Ever claim
A Female Name.
Pal.
Oh, no more, &c.
Nept.
I'll no more, &c.
Both.
In vain Homage is refus'd,
Where the Pow'r to bless is us'd.
Who'll oppose the gentle sway,
When they're happy who obey?
Let's no more the Fair disdain,
Nature owns a Female Reign.
This Stanza may be repeated by the Grand Chorus.
FINIS.
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