[]AIRS AND CHORUSSES IN THE PRINCESS OF GEORGIA, AN OPERA: WRITTEN BY HER SERENE HIGHNESS THE MARGRAVINE OF ANSPACH, AND PERFORMED AT BRANDENBURGH-HOUSE THEATRE, 1798.
ACT I.
SONG.
MUSIC BY SARTI.
NAINDA.
AVAUNT, ye Storms! nor check th' äerial Car,
In other Climes your forky Lightning bear;
In other Regions vent your Clamours loud,
Nor rend the fleecy mantle of this Cloud.
Free from Strife, from Anger free;
Calm and Concord dwell with me:
Hence, for ever! dark-brow'd Storm;
Nor Heav'n's azure Sky deform.
[2]Blue-ey'd Zephyrs, in thy place,
Breathing ſoft thro' airy ſpace,
Hail me, as I peaceful riſe,
The Halcyon Genius of thoſe happy Skies.
SONG
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
ISKOURIAH.
HIS Limbs may ſhame th' Arcadian bounding Roe;
His Skin, the fam'd Olympus pureſt Snow;
His Hair outſhines the Raven's jetty Plume;
His Lips of Roſes breath out their Perfume:
And if, by Dreams, his Senſes are poſſeſs'd,
They ſure are thoſe of Angels when at reſt!
Smiling, he ſleeps;—around his features hang
That Joy expreſs'd when HAFIS youthful ſang;
Each Dimple, in his Peach-down Cheek, a Cell,
In which Love, Innocence, and Graces dwell.
DUET.
MUSIC BY GUGLIELMI.
[3]NAINDA.
AWAY, and bring that vermil' Cheek;—
Thoſe winning Looks that ſoftly ſpeak,
That melt a ſpotleſs Virgin's heart:
Thoſe Graces bring with maſter art!
Thoſe Graces, that—by Angels wove—
Entwine two Souls in conſtant Love!
ISKOURIAH.
AWAY I fly, and ſoftly bear
My precious Charge through Realms of Air;
A Charge ſhall win thy Virgin heart;
My Taſk, I'll do with Maſter Art.
Thoſe Graces ſhall, by Angels wove,
Entwine two Souls in conſtant Love.
BOTH TOGETHER.
Thoſe Graces, &c. &c. &c.
SONG.
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
[4]ACBA.
I'VE read of Love, and all his Tricks;
That he doth Gall with Honey mix:
But I'm a Buſt with Heart of Steel,
That can nor Pain nor Pleaſure feel:
And let me ſtill unmov'd remain;
He wants no Joy, that feels no Pain!
O No! O No! O No!
He wants no Joy, who feels no Pain.
I'M blind alike to Smile or Tear;
I eat, I drink, I ſee and hear
The merry Songſters on the Spray,
While love-ſick Boys pine out each day.
O let me ſtill unmov'd remain;
He wants no Joy, that feels no Pain.
O No! O No! O No!
He wants no Joy, who feels no Pain.
[5]My undiſturb'd repoſe I take,
While Cupid keeps all Men awake;
While he with Sighs annoys each Breaſt.
I ſing, and nightly take my reſt.
So let me ſtill unmov'd remain;
He wants no Joy, that feels no Pain!
O No! O No! O No!
He wants no Joy, who feels no Pain.
SONG
NAINDA.
THE Morning Star, ah! ſee
How ſoft how mild her light:
She leads ISKOURIAH on her way,
Expelling ſable Night!
DUET & CHORUS.
MUSIC BY SAPIO.
[6]OH ALLAH! rive us means to bear
Her mind from Love's corroding Care!
Give Peace within this Virgin Breaſt,
Where nought but Peace and Joy ſhould reſt.
Nor let her Thoughts, like Tempeſts, move
In wildeſt Labyrinths of Love.
OH ALLAH! give us means to bear
Her mind from Love's corroding Care.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
ACT II.
[7]SONG MUSIC, FRENCH ROMANCE.
MORAD.
ON the high Top of an old mould'ring Tow'r,
An angry Eagle perch'd his fav'rite Son;
Then frowning ſaid—"There paſs each loneſome hour,
"Nor, till I give you leave, can you come down.
DUET. "Can you come down,
" Can you come down."
The youthful Eaglet lov'd in woods to play
With Birds of Feathers bright, or ſofteſt Down;
So much abaſh'd, he to himſelf did ſay—
"Unhappy Royal Bird, you muſt come down.
"You muſt come down,
"You muſt come down.
[8]"Your own determin'd Will muſt ſet you free;
"Inactive, here you cannot fit and moan;
"Courage ſecures to Man his Liberty,
"And Youth, courageous Youth, may venture down.
"May venture down,
"May venture down."
Then op'ning quick the ruſty ſhutter wide,
He hail'd the friendly Luſtre of the Moon:
With royal Fortitude and manly Pride,
For love of Freedom, ſoon he ventures down.
He ventures down,
He ventures down.
SONG
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
[9]OLD WOMAN.
I'll tell you your Fortune, averſe from all Art,
Plain Truth ever flows from my Tongue;
Yet I carry, like Bees, the kind Honey at Heart,
To heal where my words may have ſtung.
My Power's unbounded, whate'er I may ſeem,
My Dwelling is in the Blue Sky;
Tho' oft on the back of a tranquil Moon-beam,
On Earth for Diverſion I fly.
Let other good Fairies uſe Circles and Wands,
A future Event to foretell;
Trace Lines in the Palm of a True-Lovers Hand;
Exhauſt all the Power of Spell:
[10]Tis alone thro' the Eyes I deſcry Fortune's Light,
See only to rectify Fate;
Like the Sun, I diſpel the black Vapours of Night,
Then liſten before 'tis too late.
TRIO.
MUSIC BY PAESIELLO.
BOTH.
Oh! give us leave to go with you;
It is our Wiſh, and Duty too.
OLD WOMAN.
No, no! No, no! it cannot be;
He is ſecure, who flies with me.
GIOBAR.
With you, Ha, ha, ha! he go with you!
MORAD.
Oh, oh! Oh, oh!—This is quite new.
OLD WOMAN.
[11]It may be ſtrange, it may be new,
But ſtill, believe me, it is true,
That what my Will is, that muſt be;
And he's ſecure, that flies with me.
SONG
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
ZARA.
WHEN I am marry'd, Mercies! how I 'll talk.
And rule at home like any potent Queen.
Fair creatures like myſelf ſhould never walk;
I'll have a gold and ſilver Palanquin,
The Men ſhall all adore my angel's face;
The Women fall before me as I paſs:
[12]I'll ogle and ſigh, I'll ſmoke, and I'll ſpit;
Tell many a lie, now and then have a fit;
And ſtudy my charms in the glaſs.
I'll have a thouſand fancies in the day;
And change 'em ev'ry hour with the wind.
I'll never work at all, but always play,
To chaſe dull care and ſorrow from my mind.
The Men ſhall all, &c. &c.
SONG.
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
MORAD.
SHE is ugly and old,
And looks like a Scold;
Her Noſe like a ſpout to her Head:
Her Robe ragged and black;
Not a Shift to her back;
And muſt beg all the way, to have Bread.
[13]Well, if I go aſtray;
Or, like him, run away;
It ſhall be with a Girl like a Roe;
With a Cheek like a Roſe,
A ſmall cock'd-up Noſe,
With Arms, and a Boſom, of Snow,
SONG.
MUSIC BY SAPIO.
BY A YOUNG TURK.
O Faireſt of the Fair! whoſe ſpotleſs Charms
Muſt bleſs a lovely Prince's youthful Arms,
Receive theſe Gems; that will but dim appear,
When Eyes ſo bright—ILLYDIA's Eyes are near.
SONG.
MUSIC BY SAPIO.
[14]ISKOURIAH.
THE Ship-wreck'd Sailor, caſt from off the Strand,
Labours for Life, and thinks it almoſt gone:
More welcome, to his Sight, appears the Land—
More cheering, than the brighteſt Morning Sun:
But oh! to me, who can no lower fall,
REVENGE is ſweeter far—Revenge is all!
Revenge! Revenge!
Revenge is ALL!
AIR
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
I.
ANGELS and GENII point the way ſecure
To Honour, Fame, to Friendſhip and to Love;
Like Stars, their Courſe is heav'nly, bright, and pure;
For, by Omniſcient Pow'r alone, they move.
[15]CHORUS.
Oh drive from hence Remorſe and fell Deſpair;
Be Love and Conſtancy your only Care.
II.
T' improve, to ſave Mankind, our only toil:
Ours be the Taſk to pity and reclaim!
Our only recompenſe a heavenly ſmile,—
Diſdaining earthly Tributes to our Fame.
CHORUS.
Oh drive from hence Remorſe and fell Deſpair;
Be Love and Conſtancy your only Care!
THE END.