AIR.
BRUMPTON.
I.
MY Heart, I preſume, is my own, Sir,
And will not to Bondage ſubmit;
'Tis Paſſion for Paſſion alone, Sir,
My Wiſh and my Humour can hit.
[2]II.
If I ſmack of an obſtinate Temper,
The Failing from you I derive;
While you try my Affections to hamper,
'Gainſt Weather and Current you ſtrive.
III.
I know 'tis a Maxim with you, Sir,
That Money all Faults will remove,
But each Guinea with me is as two, Sir,
When Wealth is ennobled by Love.
AIR.
[3]OLDCASTLE.
I.
'Tis the commoneſt Inſtance in Nature,
The pleaſanteſt Subject of Satire,
No Object of Ridicule greater,
In the Records of Whim can be ſhewn;
To find others Faults how we labour,
And our Tongue, like a two-edged Sabre,
Hacks and hews the Defects of a Neighbour,
But never adverts to our own.
II.
Lord help us, what's come to your Reaſon,
That thus, out of Meaſure and Seaſon,
Your Betters you iſſue Decrees on,
Setting up Judge and Jury in one;
Brother Lovibond, lay by your Jeering,
Your Carping, your Mocking, and Sneering,
At the Hump of another leave peering,
And, pr'ythee, look back at your own.
AIR.
[4]BRUMPTON.
I.
Though his Modes and Forms are ſlighted,
Venus' Son beholds delighted,
Ardent Hearts at View united,
And adopts the Pair his own.
II.
Not by dint of tedious Sighing,
Pining, Whining, Crying, Dying,
Daily Oaths, and daily Lying,
Did I make my Paſſion known;
III.
But by Love's more artleſs Fancies,
Silent, ſoothing▪ ſoft Advances,
Ogling Looks, alluring Glances,
I was caught, and ſhe was won.
Though his Modes, &c.
AIR.
[5]HARRIET.
As mourns the ſoft Songſter confin'd from the Spray,
And changes to Notes of Lamenting his Lay;
So I, with my Freedom, my Spirits forego,
And my Ditties, alas! all are Ditties of Woe;
Oh! come then, my Belford, my well-belov'd Swain,
Reſtore me to Mirth, and to Freedom again;
Or ſtill, if a Captive I'm fated to be,
Alone make me Captive to Love and to thee.
AIR.
OLDCASTLE.
Zooks! that an old Man can't keep a Chicken,
A ſnug Tit-bit for his own private picking,
And Means of Redreſs no Statute allows:
But a Rake, like a ſly Beaſt of Prey, will be watching,
New Miſchiefs inventing, new Artifice hatching,
O [...] his White-legged Dainty the Owner to chouſe.
Are there no Means in his Art to out-trick him?
Traps and Guns ſhall be planted to nick him,
On every Floor and each Stair of my Houſe.
AIR.
[6]LOVIBOND.
I.
My Joy, my Pride,
While thee beſide,
My Heart is light and gay;
Thoſe Charms, ſo rare,
Old Age r [...]air,
And Winter turns to May; Toll, loll, &c.
Thoſe Charms, &c.
II.
No Time deſtroys
Our Hopes and Joys,
While Health and Mirth remain;
The honeſt Mind,
From Spleen confin'd,
Defies Old Age and Pain; Toll, loll, &c.
Thoſe Charms, &c.
[7]III.
In Hymen's Bands
Adieu Commands,
My Harriet then ſhall ſway;
In his bleſs'd Reign,
Let her ordain,
While I with Pride obey; Toll, loll, &c.
Thoſe Charms, &c.
AIR.
HARRIET.
I.
Fancy my Thought inſpiring,
Courage my Boſom firing,
To Pleaſure's Realms aſpiring,
On Love's gay Wings I riſe;
[8]II.
D ubt and Deſpair defying,
O Belford's Truth relying,
Fond Hope, her Aid ſupplying,
Shall waft me to my Joys.
AIR.
MARY ANN.
I.
At ruddy Eve, and roſy Dawn,
I rov'd the Fields at Leiſure,
I danc'd at Freedom on the Lawn,
And took my Fill of Pleaſure;
[9] I rambled through the buſhy Wood,
Where Rills were gently flowing;
Admir'd the Roſe within the Bud,
And Violets ſweetly blowing.
II.
How ſweet to ſee, along the Meads,
The Lads and Laſſes playing;
When Spring entic'd them from their Beds,
And call'd them forth a-Maying!
Some new Vagary and Delight,
With ev'ry Day returning;
And Mirth and Paſtime clos'd the Night,
And welcom'd in the Morning.
DUET.
OLDCASTLE and MARY ANNE.
Old.
His Words, his Looks, his wanton Smiles,
Were only ſly alluring Wiles,
Your Pride ſhould take Alarm;
Mar.
So ſoft, ſo ſoothing was his Look,
So gentle ev'ry Word he ſpoke,
He could not mean to harm.
Oldc.
Vows like his are ever harming.
Mar.
Vows like his are ever charming.
Oldc.
[10]Then away to your Chamber, and mind what I ſay;
What your Guardian adviſes, be ſure to obey;
His Preſents and Words you muſt learn to diſdain,
And do all you can to forget him again.
Mar.
I'll away to my Chamber, nor mind what you ſay;
What my Guardian adviſes, I cannot obey;
His Preſents and Words I can never diſdain;
And I'll do all I can to behold him again.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.