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.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
Darakardin,
Prince of Armenia,
Hon. R. K. CRAVEN
Morad,
his Friends
Messrs. ANGELO, & WATHEN
Giobar,
his Friends
Messrs. ANGELO, & WATHEN
Achmet,
Sultan of Georgia,
CAPT. WADE
Acba,
Black Chief of the Harem,
Mr. SIMMONS
Iskouriah,
an Evil Genius
JOS. MADOCKES, Esq.
Nainda,
a Female good Fairy
The MARGRAVINE
Ilydia,
Princess of Georgia
Miss BERKELEY
Zara,
a Black Slave
Master CHATTERLY
Ambassadors and Suite from Armenia, Singing Slaves, Attendants, Guards, &c. &c.
SONGS, AIRS,
&c. &c. &c.
ACT I.
SONG.
MUSIC BY SARTI.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
Those Graces, &c. &c. &c.
SONG.
MUSIC BY THE MARGRAVINE.
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.
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
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.
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.
SONG
MUSIC, FRENCH ROMANCE.
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.
"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.
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:
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.
Oh! give us leave to go with you;
It is our Wish, and Duty too.
No, no! No, no! it cannot be;
He is secure, who flies with me.
With you, Ha, ha, ha! he go with you!
Oh, oh! Oh, oh!—This is quite new.
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.
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:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.