HE. O ye gods, let me suffer for both; And take pleasure in death, To be pitied by her when I die. SHE. What her honour denied you in life, In her death she will give to your 25 love. Such a flame as is true After fate will renew, For the souls to meet closer above. 30 SONG OF THE SEA-FIGHT, IN AMBOYNA. WHO ever saw a noble sight, That never view'd a brave sea-fight! Hang up your bloody colours in the air, Up with your fights, and your nettings prepare; Your merry mates cheer, with a lusty bold spright, Now each man his brindice, and then to the fight. St. George, St. George, we cry, The shouting Turks reply. 10 Oh now it begins, and the gun-room grows hot, For here the coward cannot fly. Drums and trumpets toll the knell, Now, now they grapple, and now board amain; 15 Down comes the mast and yard, and tacklings fall; INCANTATION IN EDIPUS. TIR. CHOOSE the darkest part o' th' grove, Such as ghosts at noonday love. Dig a trench, and dig it nigh Where the bones of Laius lie; ALL PR. 'Tis done. TIR. Is the sacrifice made fit? And turn your faces from the sun, ALL PR. "Tis done. TIR. Pour in blood, and blood-like wine, Feast the ghosts that love the steam: ALL PR. 'Tis done. SONGS IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. I. CEASE, Augusta! cease thy mourning, Happy days appear, Godlike Albion is returning, Loyal hearts to cheer! Every grace his youth adorning, Glorious as the star of morning, Or the planet of the year. II. ALBION, by the nymph attended, Peace and plenty spread the sails; 5 From the sands in safety bore him, Crowds of people swarm'd around; Welcome, heaven and earth resound. 10 III. INFERNAL offspring of the Night, 5 And blast the beauteous frame of our victorious foe. IV. SEE the god of seas attends thee, V. ALBION, lov'd of gods and men, Still thou art the care of heaven, In thy age, when none could aid thee, Still thou art the care of heaven. 10 SONGS IN KING ARTHUR. I. Where a battle is supposed to be given behind the scenes, with drums, trumpets, and military shouts and excursions; after which, the Britons, expressing their joy for the victory, sing this song of triumph. COME, if you dare, our trumpets sound; We come, we come, we come, we come, |