 | Theseus and Ariadne ; or, The Marriage of Bacchus |  |
Scene Second.
—A Mountain Top.Enter Ariadne, with a paletôt on the top of a pole.
Ariad.
'Tis all in vain—his ship is nearly hull-down,
And I am left to die upon this dull down.
O, wilder than the wildest of wild men are!
More savage than the savagest hyena!
Oh, perjured wretch, to cut off in your cutter,
And leave me here with neither bread nor butter!
Oh, had I but a boat to row to Crete in!
Yet there a foe my father I should meet in!
Isle of the hundred cities, which was my nurse,
Fair Crete, where Jupiter was once at dry nurse!
Beloved cliffs, where as an infant lone
I walked your chalks, before I walked my own.
Why did I leave you for a faithless sinner,
Who but for me had been a monster's dinner?
Oh, worse than monster to leave me in trouble!
Talk of the Minotaur as being double!
You who could thus a trusting maid trepan,
Are more a brute, and less a gentleman!
Recitative and Air—Ariadne—“Il Pirata.”
And I am left to die upon this dull down.
O, wilder than the wildest of wild men are!
More savage than the savagest hyena!
Oh, perjured wretch, to cut off in your cutter,
And leave me here with neither bread nor butter!
Oh, had I but a boat to row to Crete in!
Yet there a foe my father I should meet in!
Isle of the hundred cities, which was my nurse,
Fair Crete, where Jupiter was once at dry nurse!
Beloved cliffs, where as an infant lone
I walked your chalks, before I walked my own.
Why did I leave you for a faithless sinner,
Who but for me had been a monster's dinner?
Oh, worse than monster to leave me in trouble!
Talk of the Minotaur as being double!
You who could thus a trusting maid trepan,
Are more a brute, and less a gentleman!
He's gone—he's mizzled—the wretch I saved from slaughter;
He's bolted with my sister—to Greece, across the water;
Though he vow'd he'd to me stick—like bricks and mortar!
Who'd have thought, scarce one day arter
He swore I was his deary,
Upon this coast so dreary,
He'd cut me—he'd cut me to the core!
But soon I'll seek my tomb—ah!
And that false-hearted gent—he
May when too late repent—he
Can find but the bones of his rib on the shore.
The bones of his rib on the shore.
He's bolted with my sister—to Greece, across the water;
Though he vow'd he'd to me stick—like bricks and mortar!
Who'd have thought, scarce one day arter
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Upon this coast so dreary,
He'd cut me—he'd cut me to the core!
But soon I'll seek my tomb—ah!
And that false-hearted gent—he
May when too late repent—he
Can find but the bones of his rib on the shore.
The bones of his rib on the shore.
(Exit)
| Theseus and Ariadne ; or, The Marriage of Bacchus | |