SINGLE SONGS, AND DIALOGUES, IN The Musical PLAY OF MARS & VENUS.

Perform'd with the ANATOMIST, or the SHAM DOCTOR.

Set to Musick by Mr. Finger, and Mr. John Eccles.

LONDON, Printed by J. Heptinstall, for the Authors, and Sold by John Hare Musical Instrument Seller, at the Golden Viol in St. Paul's Church-Yard, and at his Shop in Freeman's▪ Yard in Cornhill. And by John Welch Musical Instrument-maker in Ordinary to His Majesty, at the Golden Harp and Hautboy in Catharine-street against Somerset-house Water-Gate in the Strand. 1697.

To the Right Honourable, Sir Robert Howard, Auditor-General of the Exchequer, and one of His Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council. &c.

Sir,

AMong the many Arts and Sciences whose Reputation is rais'd by your excellent Performances and generous Encouragement, Musick is particularly oblig'd to pay you a thankful Ac­knowledgement. As such, we humbly beg leave to lay these Musical Composures at your Feet. Were not your condescending goodness as Famous as your other Vertues, we should not dare approach so great a Shrine with so small an Offering. But, like Heaven, you ever lov'd to countenance every good Intent, and suffer the Zeal and Sincerity of your Votaries to attone for their Imperfections. As you fully grasp at once and with ease all the Valuable Qualifications of which others are proud tho' they but singly and superficially possess them, so with a larger Capa­city of Soul you exert your diffusive Generosity in a more ample manner; and while your whole Time seems engross'd by the most serious and impor­tant Affairs, to prop the State and Vindicate Reason and Liberty, by your Councels, by your incomparable Pen, and your exemplary Zeal and Reso­lution, even then you still redeem some Moments to support the Drooping Muses. Your very Recreations are but a Change of Study, and more be­neficial to your Country than the labour'd Endeavours of others. We see in the Productions of your Mind all the sprightly Vigour of Youth with the profound Judgment of a Riper Age; all the Felicity of Nature with all the Graces and Delicacies of Art. Those three Charming Sisters, Musick, Painting and Poetry have strove to out-rival one another in be­stowing their utmost Favours on you, but you have so highly oblig'd them, that, tho' they are Goddesses, 'tis not in their Power to oblige you equally. Thus the Greatest, as well as we, must despair of expressing, as they ought, the Respect they have for your inestimable Worth: But, were our Power an­swerable to our Desires, none wou'd be more ambitious of discharging the mighty Debt due from all Lovers of the Muses to you, than,

Sir,
Your most Humble and Obedient Servants,
  • Godfrey Finger,
  • John Eccles.

PROLOGUE.

[...]COme all, come all, come all, come all with mo╌ving Songs prepare to Char╌m the Witty and the Fair; ye Trum╌pets soft╌ly breath, or cease, cease, cease, cease, Love may in Britain rais╌e a Warr, a Warr, but 'twill be sweeter far than Peace, but 'twill be sweeter far than Peace.

[...]LOve a╌lone can here a╌larm us, and he on╌ly strikes to Charm us; gazing, liking, and ad╌miring, firing, pan╌ting, and de╌siring, fearing, daring, trying, flying, feigning, pressing, faint de╌nying, still re╌viving fierce delights, this is Love, and these his fights, still re╌viving fierce delights, this is Love, and these his fights.

II.
Eager Kisses, Fiery glances,
Balmy Blisses, melting trances;
Kind complying, kinder denying,
Happy days, and happier nights,
Sill reviving fierce delights,
This is Love, and these his fights.

A Song in Three parts.

[...]War sheds Blood and Love sheds Tears, War has Swords, LOve like War has no╌ble cares, War sheds Blood and Love sheds Tears, War has Swords, and Love has Darts, War takes Towns, and Love takes Hearts: Love like War has and Love has Darts, War takes Towns, and Love takes Hearts: Love like War has flames and fires, Love like War the bold requires, Love like War does Art ad╌mit, flames and fires, Love like War the bold requires, Love like War does Art ad╌mit, Love like War for Youth is fit. Love like War for Youth is fit.

[...]SCorn tho' Beauty frowns to tremble, Lovers bold╌ly urge your flame, for a Wo╌man will dis╌sem╌ble, loves the joy but hates the name; Her re╌fusing your per╌su╌ing, yeilds a╌like a pleasing pleas╌ing pain, ever cu╌ring and re╌newing, soon, soon, soon appeas'd, soon, soon, soon appeas'd to burn a╌gain, soon appeas'd to burn a╌gain.

[...]TO dou╌ble the sports, to Tha╌li╌a be╌longs, I'le joyn, comick Scenes to your A╌mo╌rous Songs; To heighten Life's pleasures, to soften its cares, no Cha╌rm like a Farce, no Phy╌sicians like Plays.

[...]TO tre╌ble the pleasures with re╌gu╌lar measures, my Train shall ad╌van╌ce; [Page 6] Some joyn in a Chorus, while gay╌ly be╌fore us some joy╌n in a Dance.

Grand Chorus.
Let Scenes of mirth and love,
With Songs and Dances joyning,
The fleeting hours improve,
And banish dull repining;
He who those Joys refuses,
When kindly they invite,
The end of Living loses,
Life's business is Delight.

(1 Act.)

[...]TO meet her Mars the Queen of Love comes here, adorn'd with all her Charms; The Warriour best rhe Fair can move, and crowns his toiles in Beauty's arms, the Warriour best rhe Fair can move, and crowns his toiles in Beauty's armes.

Venus.
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[...]FLy, fly ye la╌zy hours, hast bring him here, swift, swift as my fond wishes are. are. When we love, and love to rage, ev'ry moment seems an age; when we love, and love to rage, ev╌'ry moment seems an age.

Cupid.

[...]BEau╌ty's Goddess cease to mourn, soon to your Arms from Wars a╌larms, your He╌ro will re╌turn.╌turn. [Page] Your grief will then be lost in Kisses, mel╌ting, mel╌ting, mel╌ting Blisses, you shall La╌ugh, shall laugh, and free╌ly toy, as gloomy Night adds Charms to light, so ab╌sence to your Joy.

CUPID.

[...]THere the kind╌est Husbands are, and the kind╌est heart╌ed Fair; each in Hy╌mens bonds is free, and when Wives with Lo╌vers go, [Page 9] Cuckolds, not to dis╌a╌gree, thank the men who make'em so.

II.
Others fond of Roving Lives,
Love all Women but their Wives:
Painted Beautys there abound,
Nay some Men are Painted too;
Crowds are in the Temples found,
But come most to Worship you.

A Dialogue between Vulcan and Venus.

Vulcan.

[...]THou plague of my life, thou plague of my life, thou Devil, thou Devil, thou Devil, thou Wife; come tell me, come tell me, why did you Dress, why did you Dress so like a Crack? you know, you know you know I forbad you, why d'ye Patch thus, and Prink? what? you're Painted I think! why this Head six Foot high? Blood and Fire, who am I? who [Page 10] am I, who am I, who am I.

Venus.

[...]My Fool, for what else can that properly be, that's ug╌ly and old, and ill natur'd like thee, I'll dress when I please, nay I'll Cuckold thee too, what else have young Wives with such Husbands to doe?

Vulcan.

[...]If ever you dare, If ever you dare, I'll make the world know what a Strumpet you are.

Venus.

[...]Nay what do I care, nay what do I care, you'll make the world know what a Cuckold you are.

Both together Scolding.
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[...]You'll make the world know, you'll make the world know, you'll make the world I'll make the world know, I'll make the world know, I'll make the world know, I'll know what a Cuckold, a Cuckold, a Cuckold you are; you'll make the world make the world know what a Strumpet, a Strumpet you are, I'll know, you'll make the world know, you'll make the world know what a Cuckold you are. make the world know, I'll make the world know what a Strumpet, a Strumpet you are.

Venus.

[...]Thus at least,

Vulcan.

[...]Joyn and curse the tye with me, that confines us to one Bed, [Page 12] thus at least we'll once a╌gree, curs'd be he, curs'd be he that made us Wed, curs'd be he, Curs'd, curs'd be curs'd be he, curs'd be he that made us Wed, curs'd be he, curs'd be he, curs'd be he, curs'd be he, curs'd be he that made, that made us Wed, curs'd be he, curs'd be he, curs'd be he that he that made us Wed, thus at least we'll once agree, curs'd be he that made us made, that made us Wed, thus at least we'll once agree, curs'd be he that made us Wed; curs'd be he, curs'd be he, curs'd be he that made us Wed. Wed; curs'd, curs'd be he, curs'd be he that made, that made us Wed.

(2 Act.)
Venus running in to Mars's Arms.

[...]MY Mars, oh! oh! oh my Mars, oh my Mars, my dear╌est, dearest Love, my Joy, my Soul, my all, my all, oh my dearest, dearest Mars.

[...]My Venus, oh! oh! oh my Venus, oh my Venus, my dearest Love, my Life, my Heav'n, my all, my all, my dearest, dearest Venus.

Trumpet.

[...]COme all ye Loves clap, clap ev'ry Wing; come all ye Loves, clap, clap ev╌'ry Wing; I╌o Triumphe! [Page] I╌o Triumphe! I╌o Triumphe, Tri╌umphe, Tri╌umphe, dance, dance, dance and sing! I╌o Triumphe! I╌o Triumphe! I╌o Triumphe, Triumphe, dance, dance, dance and [Page] sing, Triumphe, Trium╌phe dance, dance, dance and sing.

A Dialogue between Mars and Venus.

[...]How sweet, how sweet, how lovely, when re╌turn'd; how sweet, how lovely, how lovely when re╌turn'd is the dea — ╌turn'd; how lovely, how sweet, how lovely when return'd, is the dea╌r, is the [Page] ╌r, is the dear, dear ob╌je╌ct, is the dear, is the dear, dear dear, dear ob╌je╌ct, is the dear, dear object, is the dear, the dear, dear object whom we mourn'd; recruit-ed fires more fiercely warm, and absence heigh╌object whom we mourn'd; re-cruited fires more fiercely, fiercely warm, and absence ╌tens, height-ens heightens ev'ry, ev'ry Charm, the Blessing that a while heightens, heightens ev'ry, ev'ry Charm, the Blessing that a while was lost, when 'tis regain'd, is valu'd, va╌lu'd most; my dear, my dear, my was lost, when 'tis regain'd, is valu'd, va╌lu'd most; my dear, my dear, my [Page] Life, my Joy, my Soul, my Heav'n, my Love, oh! my dearest, dearest Mars. Life, my Joy, my Soul, my Heav'n, my Love, oh! my dearest, dearest Love.

Songs in the 3d. Act,

[...]SEe Vulcan, Jealousie, Jea╌lousie ap╌pears, tho' not to ease but rais╌e thy cares, still restless round the world I ru╌n, to Rack the wretched Lovers mind, I watch and journey with the Sun, to search for what [Page] I dread to find, thence slid╌ing on a Beam, my Eye saw Mars with Venus loose-ly toy, saw Mars with Venus loosely toy.

A Dialogue between Mrs. Bracegirdle and Mr. Bowman.

She.

[...]NO, no, no, no,

HE.

[...]Yield, yield

HE.

[...]My dear, my dear, dear, let full possessing crown my Love, crown my Love and Charm my Sense;

She.

[...]No I must oppose your pressing with as gallant a defence,

He.
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[...]When Love's Harvest shou'd be reaping, will you wast the time, in doubt;

She.

[...]Ev'ry Town that's worth the keeping, keeps a while th'╌in╌va╌der out; Cheap Em╌bra╌ces quickly cloy, Ea╌sy Conquest seems a toy, but de╌ny╌ing, struggling, flying, wanton playing, wise de╌lay╌ing, rai╌se us to a Sen╌se of Joy.

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[...]Love's a Hawk and stoops a╌pace, we Love's a Hawk and stoops a╌pace, Love's a Hawk and stoops a╌pace, we all, all, all, all hurry for the Quarry, we all, all, all, all hurry all, all, all, all hurry for the Quarry, we all, all, all, all hurry for the Quarry, tho' the sport, tho' the sport ends with the Chase, for the Quarry, tho' the sport ends with the Chase, ends with the Chase, tho' the sport, tho' the sport ends with the Chase. tho' the sport ends with the Chase, ends with the Chase.

Cupid.
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[...]THus all un╌e╌qual Unions break, thus Hymen without Love is weak; but I'le Ex ert my pow'r a╌new, make Vulcan kind, and Ve╌nus true; her gra╌ti╌tude shall thus im╌prove, and Friendship shall re╌sem╌ble Love; where Hymen wov╌e un╌e╌qual Tyes, [Page] Lov╌e to no high╌er pitch can raise.

FINIS.

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