ARCADIA; OR, THE SHEPHERD's WEDDING. A DRAMATIC PASTORAL. As it is Performed at the THEATRE-ROYAL in
Drury-Lane.
The Music Composed by Mr. STANLEY.
Dîs equidem auspicibus reor, & Junone secundâ
Virg.
LONDON: Printed for J. and R. TONSON in the Strand. M DCC LXI.
[Price Six-pence.]
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
DAMAETAS,
Mr.
Champness.
DAMON,
Mr.
Lowe.
PRIEST,
Mr.
Fawcett.
SYLVIA,
Mrs.
Vincent.
PHOEBE, the Huntress,
Miss
Young.
DELIA,
Miss
Young.
ARCADIANS,
by the Singers, Dancers, and Comedians.
ARCADIA; OR, THE SHEPHERD's WEDDING. A DRAMATIC PASTORAL.
SCENE I.
A View of the Country.
SHEPHERDS
and
SHEPHERDESSES.
CHORUS.
SHepherds, buxom, blith and free,
Now's the Time for Jollity.
AIR.
Hither haste, and bring along
Merry Tale and jocund Song.
To the Pipe and Tabor beat,
Frolick Measures with your Feet.
Ev'ry Gift of Time employ;
Make the most of proffer'd Joy.
Pleasure hates the scanty Rules
Portion'd out by dreaming Fools.
CHORUS.
Shepherds buxom, blith and free,
Now's the Time for Jollity.
A Dance of Shepherds,
&c.
RECITATIVE.
Rejoice, ye happy Swains, rejoice;
It is the Heart that prompts the Voice.
Be sorrow banish'd far away;
Thyrsis
shall make it Holy-day.
Who at his Name can Joy suppress?
Arcadian
born to rule and bless.
And hark! from Rock to Rock the Sound
Of winding Horn, and deep-mouth'd Hound,
Breaking with Rapture on the Ear,
Proclaims the blithsome
Phoebe
near:
See where she hastes with eager Pace,
To speak the Joys that paint her Face.
SCENE II.
Opens to a Prospect of Rocks.
Huntsmen, Huntresses,
&c.
coming down from them.
Hither I speed with honest Glee,
Such as befits the Mind that's free;
Your chearful Troop, blith Youth, to join,
And mix my social Joys with thine.
Now may each Nymph, and frolick Swain,
O'er Mountain steep, or level Plain,
Court buxom Health, while jocund Horn
Bids Echo wake the Sluggard Morn.
AIR.
When the Morning peeps forth, and the Zephyr's cool Gale,
Carries Fragrance and Health over Mountain and Dale;
Up, ye Nymphs, and ye Swains, and together we'll rove,
Up Hill, down the Valley, by Thicket or Grove:
Then follow with me, where the Welkin resounds
With the Notes of the Horn, and the Cry of the Hounds.
Let the wretched be Slaves to Ambition and Wealth;
All the Blessing we ask, is the Blessing of Health.
So shall Innocence' Self give a Warrant to Joys
No Envy disturbs, no Dependence destroys.
Then follow with me, where the Welkin resounds
With the Notes of the Horn, and the Cry of the Hounds.
O'er Hill, Dale, and Woodland, with Rapture we roam;
Yet returning, still find the dear Pleasures at Home;
Where the chearful good Humour gives Honesty grace,
And the Heart speaks Content in the Smiles of the Face.
Then follow with me, where the Welkin resounds
With the Notes of the Horn, and the Cry of the Hounds.
A Dance of Huntsmen and Huntresses.
RECITATIVE.
Small Care, my Friends, your Youth annoys,
Which only looks to present Joys.
Though the white Locks of silver'd Age,
And long Experience hail thee Sage;
Ill suits it in this Joy, to wear
A Brow so over-hung with Care.
Better with us thy Voice to raise,
And join a whole
Arcadia
's Praise.
With you I joy that
Thyrsis
reigns
The Guardian o'er his native Plains:
But Praise is scanty to reveal
The speaking Blessings all must feel.
True, all must feel—but thankless too?
Nor give to Virtue, Virtue's due?
My grateful Heart shall ever shew
The Debt I need not blush to owe.
AIR.
That I go where I list, that I sing what I please,
That my Labour's the Price of Contentment and Ease,
That no Care from abroad my Retirement annoys,
That at home I can taste the true Family Joys,
That my Kids wanton safely o'er Meadows and Rocks,
That my Sheep graze secure from the Robber or Fox;
These are Blessings I share with the rest of the Swains,
For it's
Thyrsis
who gave them, and
Thyrsis
maintains.
RECITATIVE:
Perish my Voice, if e'er I blame
Thy Duty to our Guardian's Name!
His active Talents I revere,
But eye them with a jealous Fear.
Intent to form our Bliss alone,
The generous Youth forgets his own;
Nor e'er his busy Mind employs
To find a Partner of his Joys.
So might his happy Offspring own
The Virtues which their Sire hath shewn.
AIR.
With Joy the Parent loves to trace
Resemblance in his Children's Face:
And as he forms their docil Youth,
To walk the steady Paths of Truth,
Observes them shooting into Men,
And lives in them Life o'er again.
While active Sons, with eager Flame,
Catch Virtue at their Father's Name;
When full of Glory, full of Age,
The Parent quits this busy Stage,
What in the Sons we most admire,
Calls to new Life the honour'd Sire.
RECITATIVE.
O prudent Sage, forgive the Zeal
Of thoughtless Youth▪ With thee I feel,
The Glories now
Arcadia
shares
May but embitter future Cares.
Oh mighty
Pan!
attend
Arcadia
's Voice,
Inspire, direct, and sanctify his Choice.
AIR.
So may all thy
Sylvan
Train,
Dryad Nymph, and rustic Faun,
To the Pipe and merry Strain,
Trip it o'er the russet Lawn.
May no Thorn or bearded Grass
Hurt their Footsteps as they pass,
Whilst in Gambols round and round
They sport it o'er the shaven Ground.
Though thy
Syrinx,
like a Dream,
Flying at the Face of Day,
Vanish'd in the limpid Stream,
Bearing all thy Hopes away,
If again thy Heart should burn,
In caressing,
Blest, and Blessing
May'st thou find a wish'd Return.
CHORUS.
O mighty
Pan!
attend
Arcadia
's Voice,
Inspire, direct, and sanctify his Choice.
A Dance of Huntsmen and Huntresses.
RECITATIVE.
Peace, Shepherds, peace, with jocund Air
Which speaks a Heart unknown to Care,
Young
Delia
hastes. The glad Surprize
Of Rapture flashing from her Eyes.
Enter
DELIA.
AIR.
Shepherds, Shepherds, come away;
Sadness were a Sin To-day.
Let the Pipe's merry Notes aid the Skill of the Voice;
For our Wishes are crown'd, and our Hearts shall rejoice.
Rejoice, and be glad;
For sure he is mad
Who, where Mirth and good Humour, and Harmony's found,
Never catches the Smile, nor lets Pleasure go round.
Let the stupid be grave,
'Tis the Vice of the Slave;
But can never agree
With a Maiden like me,
Who is born in a Country that's happy and free.
RECITATIVE.
What means this Rapture,
Delia?
shew
Th' Event our Bosoms burn to know.
Now as I trod yon verdant Side,
Where
Ladon
rolls its Silver Tide,
All gayly deck'd in gorgeous State,
Sail'd a proud Barge, of richest Freight:
Where sat a Nymph, more fresh and fair
Than Blossoms which the Morning Air
Steals Perfume from; the modest Grace
Of Maiden Blush bespread her Face.
Hither it made, and on this Strand
Pour'd its rich Freight for Shepherds' Land.
Ladon,
for this, smooth flow thy Tide!
The precious Freight was
Thyrsis'
Bride.
RECITATIVE.
Stop, Shepherds, if aright I hear,
The Sounds of Joy proclaim them near:
Lets meet them, Friends, I'll lead the way;
Joy makes me young again to-day.
SCENE III.
A View of the Sea, with the Vessel at a Distance.
Here follows a
PASTORAL PROCESSION
to the Wedding of
THYRSIS.
RECITATIVE.
Mighty
Pan!
with tender Care,
View this Swain and Virgin fair;
May they ever thus impart
Just Return of Heart for Heart.
May the Pledges of their Bliss
Climb their Knees to share the Kiss.
May their steady blooming Youth,
While they tread the Paths of Truth,
Virtues catch from either Side,
From the Bridegroom and the Bride.
CHORUS.
May their steady blooming Youth,
While they tread the Paths of Truth,
Virtues catch from either Side,
From the Bridegroom and the Bride.
The END.