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ARIADNE, OR, The MARRIAGE of BACCHUS, AN OPERA, OR, A VOCAL REPRESENTATION; First Composed by Monsieur P. P.  
Now put into MUSIC by Monsieur Grabut, Master of His Majesty's MUSIC.  
And ACTED by the Royal Academy OF MUSIC, At the THEATRE-ROYAL in Covent-Garden.  
In the SAVOY. Printed by Tho. Newcombe, 1673-74.   

TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY.  
SIR,  
WHilst all Europe besides, lies now groaning under the Weight of a Crual War, and sees on every side her Cities sacked and spoilled; her Fields laid desolate, and her Provinces exhausted both of Blood and Treasure; England; alone, by Your Royal Care, does now enjoy a happy Tranquillity and sees Peace and Justice reign in all her Borders. One would think, this Fortunate Isle were by heaven set apart to prove a New Ark; amost safe Harbour still ready to receive and shelter all the shattered remains of the Vvrecked Universe: that it were a perfect Epitome of the whole Earth, in which lies concenterd all it produces of rich and most precious; a Rock fixed and unmoveable in the midst of the roughest Waves, and highest Tempests: An Earthly Paradise, environed round about with Sandy Deserts; and, in fine, that England were, as indeed she is, above all others in the World, Heaven's-Darling, the Earth's Delight, the Seas Sovereign Queen; the Eye, the Heart, the Pearl of the whole World.  
But, SIR, all these high Prerogatives; all these choice Blisses She does enjoy, seemed little in Your Royal Eyes: Your Vast Mind was not yet fully satisfied, in having by Your Invincible Force made her Triumph over her Fierce and Audacious Enemies, bringing them (in spite of their Obstinacy) to Beg Peace at Your Royal Hands, and by that happy Peace, filled the hearts of Your People with Joy and Satisfaction: You would complete the Splendour and Magnificence of Your Imperial Seat, by establishing within her stately Walls Your Academy of Operas, the fairest and most charming of all Public Shows; You have made this Queen of Cities to become also the Centre, the Source of Love, Pleasures, and Gallantry; raising her present Glory and Pomp to Pitch, capable rather of creating Envy and Emulation in the Proudest of her Neighbours, than being any more jealous of them for their Greatness and Magnificence.  
Your Majesty will doubtless find these First Representations of Your Opera very defective: But SIR, it dares flatter itself with hopes that You will pardon its faults, and consider that the Academy that executes the same is yet an Infant, a newborn Beauty, whose Features and Lineaments are scarce come to their shape and proportion; but, cannot fail growing to Perfection in her due time and age, provided You deign own her for Your Creature, and afford her Your Royal Care and Protection? These Gracious Favours, SIR, She humbly, and with a most profound Respect and Veneration, begs at Your Royal Hands; with a sincere Protestation, that her chiefest Application and Study shall ever be to strive to the uttermost of her Power, to contribute to Your Diversion, and that she will gather together Your Palms, Your Laurels, and Your Royal Myrtles, into Wreaths and Garlands of Triumph to Crown Your Sacred Head with, as being,  
SIR, YOUR MAJESTY'S Most Humble, most Obedient, and most faithful Servant and Subject Your Royal Academy of Music.   

To the Reader.  
THe Reader is desired in Perusing this Book, to consider two things; First, That it is a mere Translation, and nothing else; and that the Original itself being neither a Strain of Wit, nor yet the Style of it Puffed up; but only a bare Collection of Phrases, and Expressions made fit for Sound and Harmony: The Author, who is well enough fixed in his Reputation, would have thought himself wronged, had the Translator turned the Sense of his Work out of its right Channel. Secondly, That this Traduction was thought absolutely necessary for the satisfaction of those, who b 〈…〉 acquainted with the French Tongue, and who being Spectators, would find themselves necessitated to see the most pressing of their Senses go away from the Theatre ungratified, by their not understanding the Subject that brought them thither. For the English, it will doubtless seem Flat, and too much a Stranger, to please the Critics of the Time, whose nice Palates can scarce relish the Finest and most Natural Things their own Country can produce. But, let it run what fortune it will, it can fare no worse than a Thousand far better things have done: and, were both the Original and the Version much worse than they are, the Pomp and Magnificence of its Representations will alone prove sufficient to plead their excuse.   

Persons Acting.  

BACCHUS.  
BARIADNE— The Daughter of Minos' King of Crete, forsaken by Theseus.  
VENUS.  
EUPHROSYNE— A Grace.  
SILENE— An old satire, Bacchus' Foster-Father.  
Coribants' attending Bacchus.  
MARS.  
BELLONA.  
APOLLO.  
DIANA.  
THETIS,  
HERCULES.  
MEGAERA— A Fury.  
Shepherdesses. 

CLORIS,  
PHILLIS,    
DAMON— A Sheperd in Love with Cloris.  
Saliens and Satyrs Dancing.  
Salien-Priests of Bacchus.  
INDIAN-Kings, slaves to Bacchus.  
Sea-Gods.  
Bacchants, Satyrs and Clowns.  
Oboes and Symphonies of Bacchus, Mars and Venus.   

MUTE-ACTORS.  
Alecton, and Thisphone, Furies.  
Pasithae and Thae, Graces.  
Zephirs, Winds.  
Cupid's.  
Soldiers.   
The SCENE NAXOS, in one of the Isles of the Archippelagian-Sea, Consecrated to Bacchus, and his oadinary abode.  

The several Decorations and Changes of Theatre seen in this Opera.  
I. A Prospect of London and the Thamiis.  
II. Bacchus' Palace and Court.  
III. The Sea with several Shores.  
IV. A Desert or Wilderness.  
V. A Garden with Venus' Grotto.  
VI A stately Room in Bacchus' Palace.    

First Opening of the Theatre by a Symphony, showing a Prospect of Thamise opposite to London, on the waves of which is seen floating, a Great Shel as it were of Mother of Pearl, bearing 3. Nymphs, representing 3. Rivers, Thamis, Tiber and Seine; which Nymphs sing the PROLOGUE thus, the first representing the Thamis, inviting the other two to approach, Sings this,; The Prologue.  Thamis. 
APproach, approach fair Sisters, 'cross the Main,  
To come and taste my Sweets, ye Tiber, and Sein.  
Every thing here doth seem to smile!  
Cupid himself reigns in this Isle:  
E'er since, Venus resolved to quit  
Her Native Throne, to come and dwell in it.  
Fair Albiou now will new Cytber a prove,  
And must be called, The sweet Island of Love.  Tiber. 
Fairest Thamis, thou Famous Flood,  
Whose Monarch ever Great and Good,  
By Wholesome, Just, and gentle Laws,  
In calm his Restored Empire awes;  
Whilst his Dreadful Navies, control  
And rule both Seas, from Pole to Pole;  
Making Commerce and Arts flourish at home,  
As in my Caesar's times they did in Rome.  
To Him, and thee I come this day,  
My Homages and Tribute pay.  Seine the 3d. Nimp. 
Fairest of Floods, How glorious is thy Fate!  
The World and I, have seen thy Sons of late,  
As invincible as thy Victorious Fleet,  
The very Ocean with thy Foes submit,  
Whilst on the Land, a Warlike Duke of thine,  
Whose Lofty Mien speaks him of Royal Line,  
In Lewis' sight, his valiant hand imbrues  
In Belgian-blood, and Maestrickt- Walls subdues.  Thamis. 
If from my Shores, such valiant Hero's spring  
As could New-Worlds under my Power bring:  
Thousands of Beauties on the same are found,  
Far greater than you'll find, search the World round.  Tiber. 
Such Prudent-SPEAKERs thy happy Albion bears,  
As its great State secures from storms and fears.  Seine. 
The god of Valour sure governs thy Soil!  Tiber. 
If Valour rules, Themis does share the Toil.  Thamice. 
Valour and Justice both may act their parts,  
But Love. makes Charles to Rule his People's hearts.  Tiber. 
To Him therefore and Thee, I come this day,  
My Tributes and my Homages to pay.  Seine. 
ay, from my smiling Shores new Pastimes bring,  
New Airs, new Dances, to please thy great King.  All three together. 
O let our Voices and our Concerts move,  
These Royal Ears to mind our tender Love.  
May heaven-kind ever and ever smile,  
And Blessings pour upon this happy Isle.  The same over again by all. These three Nymphs having near done singing, a fourth appears born as the former, representing the River Po. Po to Tham. 
Hail Queen of Floods! Thou Silver Thamis!  
Who in that Pitch of highest Bliss,  
Thy Glorious King thy state has raised,  
Above all other Floods art praised:  
Suffer this happy Day, that I  
May through thy Crystal Waves draw nigh,  
And my Princess divine,  
To thy great Hero join.  
I Through the fierce Billows have past,  
Of two Seas deep and vast,  
By Rocks and Mountains ran,  
To Mortal-men unknown:  
Leaving my fertile Plains, and Shores, to bring  
A Royal Sister to thy Greatest King.  Thamis. 
Sweet Nymph, thy friendly care and pain,  
Of this Great King, their just reward obtain:  
And thou mayst see his People now,  
To thy Princess, both love and honour show:  
This Bliss, thou ow'st to her alone, whose Charm,  
In 'spight of Fate, all resistance disarm:  
And makes Envy itself t'adore  
Her now, whom it opposed before:  All these Four join and sing as before. 
O Let our Voices and our Concerts move  
These Royal Ears to mind our tender love;  
May heaven-kind, etc.   

ARIADNE, OR The MARRIAGE of BACCHUS, AN OPERA.  

ACT I.  A Symphony preceded by a Flourish opens the Scene. The Theatre is changed, and discovers a stately Portico before Bacchus' Palace. 

SCENE I.  Several Oboes belonging to Bacchus, coming out of the Portico, followed by Clyton, and a Band of Corybants, some singing, others dancing, join Concert with the Instruments: After which Clitton sings alone. Cliton. 
HE's now returned! the World's  
Great Conqueror,  
valiant Bacchus, who filled the  
Earth with terror!  
The god of Wine; and tired with Warlick-toil,  
Seeks Peace and Ease in this most happy Soil.  
With Wreaths of Ivy then, your Foreheads Crown,  
And pay your Vows to him whose Pow'rs known:  
Sing, Dance and Leap his Altars round;  
And worship him as you are bound.  Clyton to the Bacc. 
Leave, leave your smoky Cells, ye Bacchants all!  
In careless-dress let your hairs fall;  
And with your dreadful voices make  
These Rocks, these Woods and hollow Valleys shake!  They all with Oboes, Flutes, and Violins Sing and Dance with Clytton. 
Sing, Dance and Leap his Altars round.  
And pay to him your Vows as ye are bound.   

SCENE II  Enter Silen and mixes with them, upon which they sing the same, and dance it over again. All together. 
Sing, Dance, and Leap his Altars, etc.  Silene alone. 
How prudent was that mighty god of Wine,  
Who first planted the blessed Vine,  
When he, Heaven forsook to dwell on Earth!  
Here, the sweet clash of pots and cups rise mirth.  
Above, loud storms of winds and tempests crack,  
And Olimpus' lofty-head shake and wrack,  
While we Mortals below drink Wine in Bowl,  
And let great jove above his thunder roll!  Silene 2. 
All th' Indian Gold he got, who dare  
To that liquour divine compare!  
Let's therefore neither faint nor shrink:  
But thousand thousand brimmers drink.  Clytton and the Corybants. 
Let's thousand thousand brimmers drink.  Silent. 
Let's drink his health in that liquour divine.  The same again. 
Who first planted the precious Vine.   

SCENE III.  Whilst these remain, enter Bacchus, Venus and Euphrosyne. Bacchus. 
Come down, come down long wished-for Peace,  
Come dwell on Earth! let War for ever cease.  
And ye Mortals, unto Our Altars bow:  
For such a Bliss, each aught t' offer a vow:  Coribants. 
Bacchus ye see, resolves to Court no more  
The god of Arms, as he has done before.  Venus and Euphrosyne. 
In Love he'll find far sweeter charms,  
Than in the toil of War, and noise of Arms.  Coribants. 
He leaves War, that with delight  
He may drink both day and night.  Venus and Euphrosyne. 
His greatest glory is to love.  Corybants. 
Wine will his highest triumph prove.  Venus. 
In serving us his chiefest honour lays.  Coribants. 
True honour stands in drinking nights and days.  Bacchus Sings. Bacchus. 
How highly blessed must that Conqueror be,  
Whose valour crowned with Palms of Victory,  
And satisfied with his acquired Fame,  
His Mind at last to calm and Peace can frame.  
Who resting from all Warlike trouble and toil,  
In love and quiet governs his Native Soil.  Bacchus' 2. 
And yet how happier far is he,  
Who from Love's Passion being free,  
Can a less-cruel Object find,  
To fix his thoughts and please his mind.  
My Liberty I count the highest Bliss,  
I'll flee from love, and all his charms I'll miss;  
Thus o'er myself, as o'er the World I'll reign,  
And of my heart prove the true Sovereign.  Exit Hoboe; Bacchus and Clytton following them, with the Cory bants leaping and dancing about Bacchus.  

SCENE IU.  Enter Silene and Coribbants' dancing. Enter Venus and Euphrosyne. Venus. 
Shall haughty Bacchus now,  
To Love's Altars refuse to bow?  
And he alone, persist  
Our Sovereign Power to resist!  
No no, the god must yield,  
And to my son resign the Field.  
I'll make a mortal-beauty wound him so,  
That Cupid's power and mine he'll quickly know  Euphrosyne. 
He'll find all resistance proves vain,  
When once Love dooms a heart to bear his chain.  
And if that heart will not submit  
T'obey his Law, he can compel him to't.  Venus and Euphrosyne. 
No no, the Conqueror must yield,  
And to the god of Love resign the Field.   

SCENE V.  Enter Silene and Coribantes again, laughing and singing. Silene and Coryb. 
Ho! ho! it's true, he will resign,  
But to the sweet Juice of the Vine.  
Fond Love at best proves but a Toy,  
It's Wine he'll make his chiefest Joy.  Coryb. 
Why! should India's Great conqueror now  
To childish- Cupid's Empire bow!  Silene. 
Should Bacchus burn with any other Flame  
Than that of Wine he'd lose his glorious Fame.  Coryb. 
The god of Mirth and Liberty,  
Can't yield to Love's captivity.  Silene. 
Should he that wisdom does inspire  
Endure the smart of Cupid's fire!  All together. 
Follow, follow-we Champions brave,  
That Noble Pattern which he gave.  
Let's flee from Love as well's from Arms,  
In Wine we'll find far sweeter Charms.  
The Wounds of Mars, and those of Love  
Equally-mortal often prove.  
We may seem fierce and gallant: but the way  
To live at ease, is to feast night and day,  
Until we die, then make our Grave,  
I' th' bottom of some cool Wine-Cave.  Whilst they are singing, Mars appears in the Clouds riding on a Chariot, speaking to Bellona who rides on another.  

SCENE VI.  Mars. 
Help Sister help! and let weak Mortals now  
Thy dreadful rage and matchless-vallor know!  Bellona. 
What Mortal! nay, What god is it, that dare  
Provoke to wrath the mighty god of war!  Mars. 
The Scithian-Monarch raises arms amain,  
And with his numerous Force does fill the Plain.  Bellona. 
O Mighty Jove! Why proves thy wrath thus slow?  
Why dost not thou thy fiery vengeance show!  
And by thy Power, these mortal-rebels grind,  
As small as dust that's driven by the wind.  Mars. 
Sister, let's fill the World with thousand harms,  
Let nothing scape the fury of our Arms!  
Let's gods and men to our assistance call,  
And in our quarrel, let them stand or fall.  Bellona. 
Break loose, break loose, ye grim Furies of Hell!  
Come to our aid, leave your Infernal Celestina,  
And to amaze our most audacious foe,  
Bring Envy, Death, and horror from below:   

SCENE VII.  Three Furies breaking forth from beneath, flee up into the Air to meet Mars and Bellona, upon which they all come down. Mars. 
Victorious Bacchus will no longer fight,  
But's now resolved to taste Peace and Delight  
Of his great Soul, let's interrupt the calm  
With noise of Arms, and hope of some new palm.   

SCENE VIII.  Enter Silene and Corybants' laughing and singing. 
Ha! ha! ha! ha! let Great Mars know,  
Bacchus is far better employed now.  
All the War he's resolved to make,  
And sweetest pleasures he will take,  
Is not to fight your bloody Battles,  
But to encounter with Cups and Bottles.  Bellona seeing them, draws her sword. Bellona. 
It's you! it's you Infernal Crew,  
That his Great Soul to Vice subdue:  
Flee! flee! be gone! approach the god no more,  The Furies with their Whips drive away Silene and the Corybants.   

First Interlude.  First Mask-Entrey. Indian-Kings slaves to Bacchus, glad to see themselves subdued by so charming a god, dance round about his Statue erected upon an Altar in the middle of the Theatre. Second entry. Whilst the Indian-Kings are dancing, Enter Saliens, Priests of Bacchus, who joining dance with them, do skip and leap both upon the Altar, and round the same.  

ACT II.  

SCENE I.  Enter Cloris and Philis after a Symphony of Flutes and Oboes: Cloris holding a Fishing-Angle. Cloris. 
COme little Fishes, come to me.  
Catch at my bait: it's fair you see,  
You'll find it sweet if you'll draw near.  
Yet if that pleasure costs you dear,  
Your Life I mean, O let not me  
Be blamed for too much cruelty.  
My Shepherd thus I did enthral,  
When he into my snares did fall:  
And ever since that fatal day,  
For what his Love could plead or say,  
All the kindness he could ever obtain  
Of love and me, hath proved torment and pain.  Phillis holding a Cage in her hand. 
Come ye little Birds of the sky  
Into my Cage. Why don't you fly!  
Come little fools, you may trust me:  
Your loss will be but small,  
You'll feel no hurt at all,  
But lose your liberty.  Flutes and Oboes again; then Philis 2. 
A kind Mistress I'll prove!  
I'm wholly made of Love!  
A kind Mistress I'll prove!  
My heart is young, and knows no cruelty!  
Your loss will be but small!  
You'll feel no hurt at all,  
But lose your Liberty!  Flutes and Oboes again.  

SCENE II.  Enter Damon. Damon. 
How kind! how blessed would prove my Fate,  
If after all thy cruel hate,  
I like these happy Birds, could die  
Thy Prisoner to end my misery!  Cloris. 
Hope Shepheard, hope for better days!  
Thy torments sure, won't last always!  Damon. 
Ha! Cloris, thou mayst end my grief!  Cloris. 
My rigour should methinks, prove thy relief.  
Thy patience will be tired, and that will cure▪  
The pain, and smart thou dost endure!  Damon. 
Faithful to thee Cruel, I'll live and die,  
In spite of thy severity!  Cloris. 
Thy own reason sure will one day,  
The ardour of thy passion lay.  Damon. 
No no! be thou ne'er so unkind,  
Constant to thee Death shall me find!  Cloris. 
Prithee Shepherd, be gone!  
Thy Presence, and thy moan  
Do scare the Fish away!  
Pray thee go: do not stay!  
Whether thy love be true, or feigned,  
My heart by thee's not to be gained!   

SCENE III.  Enter Bacchus and Ariadne. Clitton, Silen, Philis, Cloris and Damon aside Ariadne. 
He's gone alas! the traitor's leaves me here  
In this Desert, possessed with grief and fear:  
His cruel soul could not in pity be  
Moved to resent my pain and misery!  
He's gone he's gone! and would not alas stay  
To bid me adieu, before he sailed away!  
Here I am left; on a most dreadful shore,  
Where horror dwells, and Bears and Lions roar,  
Both help and honorless! Where shall I find  
Any succours!  Silene afar off showing her a Bottle. Silent. 
In this Juice sweet and kind,  
This precious Balm, which heals the greatest pain,  
When all remedies else prove vain.  
It's Wine, it's Wine that cures all grief,  
And can alone give thee relief!  Ariana continues not minding him. 
Ye dull and senseless gods! How could you see  
This cruel wrong the Traitor hath done me:  
And not on him a severe vengeance take!  
Ah! you're unjust unless you quickly make  
These Rocks, these Sands, and these merciless Waves,  
To prove at once, his hangmen and his Graves!  
And ye fierce Tigers, far more kind than he,  
It's you that now must end my misery!  
Come, rend my heart, and from these purple Veins,  
Suck with my Blood, my Soul and all my Pains.  Silene afar off. 
Fairest of Princesses, thy Blood  
Was not made to be Tiger's food!  
Such dainty flesh deserves to be  
From Wolf's and Dogs fierce hunger free.  Ariadne continues not seeing them. 
But why should I, alas! compassion crave  
Of Gods and Monsters who no pity have;  
No more than Power to give me ' ny relief!  
No no! my Rage alone must end my Grief!  
But! hold! heaven, methinks, hath heard my moan!  
'T hath so! my spirits fail! one sigh! one groan!  
Then Death! welcome! my Soul now steals away.  She falls into a Trance. Silene. 
Despair and grief prevail. Unhappy day.  Clitton. 
She swoons! help, help!  Bacchus. 
Alas!  Silene. 
She's dead!  Clitton. 
She's gone  Silene runs and offers her Wine. 
If thou canst drink one drop, the cure is done.  Ariadne coming to herself. 
But, I do live alas! my hopes are vain:  
I see these Rocks, these Woods, these Hills again!  
I see the Sea, and with prosperous Gales,  
My Ravisher, o'er the fierce Billow's sails.  
My wretched eyes must still with horror see  
That dreadful Object, caused my misery!  
That Monster of men! O grief! O rage! O pain!  Ariadne growing furious of a sudden, rushes into the Woods.  

SCENE IU.  〈…〉 remain full where they lay bid. Bacchus, Silene and Clitton come forward. Bacchus. 
O! What a Power do sighs and tears obtain  
Over a tender Heart! A weeping Eye  
Can soon disarm the greatest cruelty.  
Poor Ariadne! alas! thy fatal love,  
Does in my soul a secret feeling move,  
Far above reach of common pity now!  
If it be'nt Love, what else, I do not know!  Exit Bacchus very pensive.  

SCENE V.  Enter Clitton, Cloris, Silene. Clitton. 
What sayst thou pretty Shepherdess  
To this fine thing called tenderness:  Cloris. 
To that and all Love does, I say  
None but weak souls will by't be led away.  Silene. 
Love's Power alas! Who can resist!  Cloris. 
That Mind whom reason does assist.  Clit. and Sil. 
Tell true, Shepherdess: Is thine so?  Clor. 
I cannot tell; but this I know,  
If mine is not from Passion free,  
Yet over tender it ' l never be.  Clit. and Sil. 
To win thee then, What must be done?  Cloris. 
That's a secret needs not be known.  Exit Clit. and Sil. mocking her. 
That's a secret.   

SCENE VI.  Enter Bellona and Megere. Cloris and Philis frighted at the sight. Cloris. 
Oh! Heavens! What a dreadful sight,  
Is this goddess of War and Fight,  
With her Internal Sister Fury!  
Oh! dearest Philis, let us flee!   

SCENE VII.  Megere. 
Victorious goddess, When wilt thou  
Command, and I shall overthrow  
These Hills, these Rocks, these Trees, these Plains!  
I'll make the Devils break their Chains!  
I'll sow Discord and War among Mortals;  
And fill the World with bloody Funerals!  Bellona. 
No, no! it's neither blood nor slaughter I ask!  
My valiant Arm, shall undertake that task!  
Conque'ring Bacchus slights our Powers above,  
And for Ariadne, burns with profane love!  
Of his new flame thou must the progress stop,  
If thou canst not, destroy his groundless hope  
Of gaining hers! Let all that deadly hate  
That she for Theseus hath, become his Fate!  The Fury with her burning Torch in her hand flies up into the Air, with Dragons following her. 
The end of the Second Act.    

2. Interlude.  1. Mask-Entrey. The Bacchants abhorring the falsity of Theseus, run, Furies-like, their burning Torches in their hands, to burn him in his Ship, as they see him sail on the Sea; but the waves and billows do force them back to the shore; during the Conflict, Thetis the goddess of the Sea, who is of kin to Bacchus, and sees their bold attempt, surges up out of the Water and strives to oppose their Rage. The Bacchants persisting in their design, the Sea-gods enter. Second entry. A huge Sea-Monster swimming near the Shoar where the Bacchants are still striving against the Waves, enters Combat with them, the Bacchants leave their Torches, and with Darts wound the Monster, whereupon he vomits out of his Jaws several Sea-gods, and plunges into the Sea. These fall a wrestling with the Bacchants, and do form a regular fight, after which they grasp each other fast in their arms, and precipitate themselves all into the Sea.  

ACT III.  
The Theatre is changed into a Desert.  

SCENE I.  Enter Bacchus and Silene. Bacchus to himself. 
WHat is thy thought, alas! my Heart?  
What do we seek, in this dreadful Desert!  
And what reward can our fond load obtain,  
From one of sense bereft! ourhopes are vain.  
In the same soul, Who is't could ever see  
The greatest hate, with greatest love agrree.   

SCENE II.  Enter Ariadne followed by Euphrosyne one of the Graces, Bacchus and Silene. Ariadne. 
Ye cruel thoughts of Anger, and of Love,  
(That I may breathe a little) O remove.  Bac. 
Fairest Princess, it's time to dry those tears!  
He that creates your grief minds not your fears.  
For a Perfidious man, O sigh no more!  Ariadne. 
I sigh for him whom my soul does abhor.  Bac. 
Heaven from thee with justice parts,  
One that ne'er knew thy high Deserts.  Ariad. 
Alas! alas!  Bac. 
If thou wilt ease thy Pains,  
Change change thy Love.  Ariadne. 
After I've broke his chains!  
Him for whose love alas! I did betray  
My dearest Friends! my Honour! my Country!  
Him for whose sake I'ndure such cruel smart!  Bac. 
Banish, banish that Tyrant from thy heart.  Ariad. 
O Heaven! where does thy loud thunder lay?  Bac. 
Love, love the gods! it's far the safer way.  Ariad. 
Sure! faith and truth are from all mortals flown!  Bac. 
Seek them on heaven then: there they are gone.  Ariad. 
If e'er I yield to foolish Love again,  
May heaven Just .....  Bac. 
Fairest Princess, refrain.  Ariad. 
May heaven severe vengeance on me fall!  Bac. 
Change, change thy mind.  Ariad. 
My mind! I never shall!  
My Torment's great! yet it doth still increase?  Bac. 
And shall those tears, Ariadne, never cease!  Ariad. 
No! thus I'll weep and sigh, until I die;  
Since death alone can end my misery!   

SCENE III.  Enter Venus, Euphrosyne, Cupid's, Bacchus and Silene. Venus. 
He sighs at last. Our great subdu'r of Kings,  
And to Love's throne, his vows and homage brings.  Euphrosyne. 
Invincible Bacchus is overmatcht!  Venus. 
His stubborn heart in fine, by Love is catched.  
Let's load him still with heavier Chains!  
He deserves that, and greater pains.  
And let the World by his example know,  
Both gods and men must to our Empire bow.  Little Cupid's fluttering about Bacchus, do charm him with chains of Flowers. Bacchus. 
I yield! I yield! Cupid must have the Crown.  
He is Conqueror, I do my defeat own.  
But, hold! thy Victory's imperfect still,  
Until thouhast made Ariadne thy strokes feel.  Venus. 
She will in time help thee to bear the smart.  Bacc. 
How can that be, if rage possess her heart!  Venus and Euphro. 
Love o'er the greatest griefs gets victory;  
And she that once did love, love can't deny.   

SCENE IU.  
Exeunt Venus and Euphrosyne.  Bacc. 
Against Love's power, what can all powers do?  
Force, Valour, Courage, all must to him bow.  
The most Valiant with greatest passion loves!  
He that's most free, the greatest Captive proves.  
The stoutest hearts alas! in vain persist  
Victorious Cupid to resist.   

SCENE V.  Enter Mars, Bellona, Furies, Soldiers, Euphrosyne stays afar off, a warlike Sympheny precedes. Mars, Bellona, and Furies together. 
Sound ye Trumpets, ye Drums and Timbals beat,  
To War, to Arms, let not our Foes retreat,  
But 'stroy them all.  Bellona to the Furies. 
Raise, raise, infernal Bands,  
Charge, charge them through, it's mighty Mars commands.  Mars. 
Help, Sister, help! Alecton Thesyphone,  
Follow the god of War! follow Bellona.  All three. 
To arms, to arms, let's all to th'Onset go!  
This is the day we must confound our Foe!  [Ritornella with Instruments. Mars to Apollo and Diana. 
Ye valiant Twins, who from great Jove are sprung!  
Who to revenge your thundering Father's wrong,  
The daring Giants, with your arrows slew,  
Come to our aid and your great valour show.  Bellon. 
And thou, whose mortal darts once purged the Earth  
Of dreadful Monsters, come and show thy wrath.  Apollo and Diana fly down from one side, and Hercules from the other side of the Theatre to meet Mars and Bellona. Here is danced a warlike Dance of several Ensigns or Foot-Colours.  

SCENE VI.  Enter Bacchus, Silene, Symphonists of Mars, Bellona, Furies, Soldiers, Apollo, Diana, Hercules. Mars, Bellon. 
To war! to arms!  Apollo, Dian. Hercul. 
To war! to arms all!  [Ritornella as before. Bellon. 
Under our strokes let's make our Enemies fall.  Apoll. Dian. Hercul. 
March valiant God march, march, we'll all follow.  Mars. 
To our just wrath let's sacrifice them now.  Bellon. 
Let's drench the Earth with streams of tears and blood,  
As once Deucalion did by's watery flood.  All them together. 
To fight! to fight! to battle! to arms!  
Let's fill the World with thousand harms!   

SCENE VII.  Enter Bacchus, Silene, Euphrosyne, who had stayed hid till then. Mars to Bacchus. 
Invincible Hero! great Bacchus! thou  
Whose valiant Sword whole crops of Palms did mow,  
Who o'er the World such mighty Conquests made;  
Wilt thou alone refuse to give us aid?  [Euphrosyne runs to him. 
O heavens! what d'I hear! help, I'm amazed!  
To quench his Love they have his valour raised!  
Poor Ariadne! alas! what is thy Fate!  Ariadne passes over the Theatre without speaking, only sighs. Aria. 
Alas!  [Bacchus spying her, offers to run after her. Bac. 
She'll die! she'll die! help ere it be too late!  
She's gone, she's gone alas!  [He runs after her, but is hindered by Mars. Mars. 
Wilt thou forsake—  Bacchus. 
My soul alas! which party canst thou take!  
Shall Valour still, or must the god of Love  
Over my heart this day, triumphant prove!  
Love, I confess, thouart sweet! but Glory's strong!  Bellon. 
Follow Glory! Love's Charms will lead thee wrong.  Euphro. 
Love proves a guide more sweet, more sure by far;  Bellon. 
Honour and Triumph are the fruits of War.  Euphro. 
O! follow, follow Love!  Bellon. 
O follow me!  Bacchus. 
I'll take thy counsel, I'll to glory flee.  [Euphor. runs to stop him. 
What dost thou mean! shall she perish alone,  
Whom Heaven kind designed to be thy own!  
It's done, it's done! Cupid has got the day!  
Let's to her aid! Euphrosyne lead the way.  [Ex. Bacchus and Euphro. [Ritornella by Instruments. Mars. 
Well! since Bacchus will love, let'm please his mind.  Diana and Apollo. 
More noble pleasures we will find.  
To war! to war! arm! arm! let's go!  
Let's extermine our daring Foe!  They all march away in order of battle, Mars at the head of them, Colours flying, and Trumpets sounding.  

SCENE VIII.  Enter Silene alone, weeping. 
Alas! alas! my chiefest joy!  
My Foster-child! my dearest Boy!  
Must Love prevail then! canst thou quit  
The sweet juice of the Grape to follow it?  
What will become of thee, dear Vine,  
Now Bacchus for Love forsakes Wine!  
And thou Bottle, my secret friend,  
Thy Pomp, thy Glory's at an end!  
Bid adieu to all mirth and sport,  
What man hereafter will thee court?  
Since Bacchus for Cupid leaves Wine,  
Thy Dooms now come as well as mine.  
Ye Satyrs, Fathers of the Grape,  
Weep with me for this fatal Rape,  
Bacchus alas! is stolen away!  
Come, let's in Earth poor Bottle lay.  
Let's mourn, let's sigh, let's grieve and pine,  
Since our god, for Love forsakes Wine.  
Satyrs dancing and singing end the third Act.    

The third Intermede.  A Mask of Satyrs. These Satyrs covered with Mourning Creep, in dancing, take the Bottle out of Sylene's hands, and joining Lamentation with him, do bury the same in a Tomb covered over with Cypress-branches, and sing at its Funeral a mournful Ditty.  

ACT VI.  
The Theatre is changed again, Venus' Garden and Grotto appears where an Echo answers.  

SCENE I.  Enter Damon a Shepherd. Damon. 
farewell perfidious Love, my flame is gone,  
Thy cruel power I will for ever shun.  
That Soul who lives under thy Tyranny,  
Lives not alas! but dies continually.  
Too long! too long! I've proved a slave to thee,  
Reason alone methinks should make me free.  
But yet alas! who can those wounds ere cure  
Thy Arrows make! or liberty procure  
To hearts by thee subdued! or lose those chains  
Thou fastnest once! No, no! I'll bear thy pains!  
And should my Fate always thus cruel prove,  
Yet I'm resolved to live and die in Love.   

SCENE II.  
A Symphony of Flutes and Oboes is answered by the Echo.  Cloris, Phillis, Damon, Clitton hid among the Trees. Cloris. 
For one single pleasure, a thousand pains,  
A silly Shepherdess obtains;  
When she to Courtship gives her mind:  
And then alas! if she proves kind,  
The silly Shepherdess obtains  
For that single pleasure, a thousand pains.  A second concert of Flutes echoed as before. Clitton at the Echo. 
For one short grief a thousand joys  
A discreet Shepherdess enjoys.  
If she to Amoretta does yield;  
After sh'as once resigned the field,  
A discreet Shepherdess enjoys  
For that one grief, a thousand joys.  Cloris and Clitton at the Echo. 
Griefs and pleasures, joys and pains  
Are the sure portions of Love:  
Whatever heart bears its chains,  
Will at length certainly prove,  
That the sure portions of Love  
Are griefs, pleasures, joys, and pains.   

SCENE III.  Damon, Cloris, Clitton, Phillis. Damon. 
Am I designed alas! the only wretch,  
Whose Martyrdom eternity must reach!  Clit. Clor. 
Change, Shepherd, change, thy affections remove.  Dam. 
Thou wrongest me, cruel, thy Martyr I'll prove.  Clit. 
Yield Shepherd, yield, there's no revenge  
Does taste so sweet as that of a Love-change.  Dam. 
Shepherd thou wrong'st me much, I'll constant be.  Clor. and Clit. 
By often change, thou'lt find one may love thee.   

SCENE IU.  Enter Ariadne, Phillis, Cloris, and Clitton. Ariad. 
Weep, weep, my wretched eyes, weep yourselves blind!  Clitton. 
Love, love a god most charming and most kind.  Aria. 
'Twas Love alas! that made my cruel pain,  
I'll suffer death, rather than love again.  Phillis. 
When a Shepherd proves unkind,  
He must be served in his kind:  
When a Shepherd proves unkind,  
I'd do so, if th'case was mine.  
I declare I'm one of those,  
Who could ten false Lovers lose,  
And yet never grieve nor pine.   

SCENE V.  Enter Venus and the three Graces, Venus presenting Ariadne a Girdle that hath the virtue to inspire Love. Venus. 
From the Goddess of Love this gift receive,  
It hath a power to charm the greatest grief.  
It can inspire a heart with mirth and love!  Ariad. 
That very name, my soul to wrath does move.  Venus. 
Fear thou nothing Ariadne, this new fire  
Shall in thy soul nothing but joy inspire.  Ariad. 
Who can, who shall alas! my faith secure,  
That though a god, his flame will still endure?  Venus. 
Conjugal vows, he's now ready to give,  
As soon as he thy consent shall receive.  Ariadne suffers the Graces to tie Venus' Girdle about her. Cloris. 
Fairest Goddess who canst inspire  
With thine own charms, the hottest fire;  
What need hast thou t'use other ties,  
Than the sweet glances of thine eyes?  Ariad. 
Good gods! what blessed change is this I find!  
What sudden joy d'I feel possesses my mind!  
Transports of bliss! you do by far exceed  
Those cruel ones of grief ye did preceded!  
Thou charming God the more I think on thee,  
The more I love! But Heavens! this is he.  
I blush—   

SCENE V.  Enter Bacchus, Clitton, and Coribants. Bacc. 
O cruel Ariadne, who is't you love!  Aria. 
My mortal hate for one, I'll ne'er remove.  
My heart, my soul shall ever him abhor.  Bacc. 
And yet, you love!  Aria. 
That's little! I do adore!  Bacc. 
Who then alas! can this blessed Lover be!  Aria. 
The best of gods! the most charming! that's thee.  Bacc. 
Cruel Princess! you're vexed that you must own  
My faithful passion is to your heart known.  Aria. 
My looks, my words will soon my soul betray.  Bacc. 
What bliss is mine!  Aria. 
What honour!  Bacc. 
Happy day!  Ariad. 
O blessed change!  Bacc. 
How can't possible be—  Aria. 
So great a god should give himself to me!  Bacchus. 
Can I believe my bliss is true!  Aria. 
Dare I hope mine shall continue!  Clit. Euphro. 
Hail! happy pair of Lover's hail!  
May your ardent Love never fail!  
Long may you live under this sacred tie,  
Till by Hymen you do each other enjoy.   

SCENE VI.  Enter Silene, Coribants, Venus, and Graces. Silene weeping. 
Alas! alas!  Venus. 
What grief does thee possess?  Silene. 
Prithee Venus, thou canst my grief redress,  
If thou'dst restore my Foster-Son again.  Venus to the Graces. 
I will do so. Pray Graces ease his pain.  Euphro. 
He's shrewdly hurt, can he be kindlier used!  Silene. 
How can he be by Love amused,  
And court his dearest Bottle too!  Euphro. 
Love well, and drink well both, Bacchus he may do.  Venus. 
Good Father Silene, let's all agree.  Bacc. 
So he drinks brimmer still, I'll yield to thee.  All together. 
His glory thus we'll share, in Wine's delights  
He'll spend the days, in those of Love, the nights.  Silent. and Corib. repeat. 
In Wine's delights  
He'll spend the days; in those of Love, all nights.  All the same again. 
Satyrs dancing end the fourth Act.    

The fourth Intermede.  A Mask-Entry. A Company of Satyrs having their heads crowned with Ivy, the Leaves of which are gilded, their Horns twisted about with Chains of Flowers, a Cup in their hand bring the Bottle which they buried before, triumphantly out of the Tomb where it lay. They set the same (dancing) on a little Throne made of green Turf, strewed with Flowers, whilst other Satyrs are singing. The Triumph ending, a small Cloud comes down from above that steals away their Bottle up into Heaven, leaving the Satyrs gazing with admiration.  

ACT V.  

SCENE I.  Enter Oboe and Coribants drunk, coming to the Feast, the Hoboys and Flutes join with the other Instruments. A Corib. 
COme, come, see the new Bride. Away!  
Our god's Minion, this is her day.  
Blessed be brave Theseus for his pain,  
Who brought her hither. Again! again!  Another Corib. 
He leaves the Earth, and with his Love  
Goes to live with the gods above.  
O let's all we, his warlike Band,  
Follow him thither glass in hand.  A third Corib. 
Let 'em drink Nectar and Ambrosia!  
Their bliss I never shall envy,  
Provided they send me good Wine,  
Sweet Malvezy, and Muscadine.  [Ritornella with Instruments.  

SCENE II.  Enter Oboe and other Coribants with Silene drunk. Silene. 
Hold! is it day! or is it night!  
Every thing's dark! no! e'er thing's light!  
It is day sure! I hear the Swallows prattle!  
It's night! I see a thousand Candles sparkle.  
With o'er thinking, my thoughts distracted be!  
My ears do tingle and buzz! what's that I see!  
What be these! beasts or men! here we may find  
Nymphs of all sorts and sizes, some too kind,  
Other too rough, yet I'm afraid  
'Mong so many, one scarce should find a Maid!   

SCENE III.  Enter Bacchus, Ariad. Clitton with Oboe. Bacchus, Ariad. both. 
O sweetest pleasures! blessed change  
From sighs and moans of madness and revenge,  
To sighs and tears of greatest joy and bliss.  Ariad. 
My dearest god! what happy change is this!  Bacchus. 
My fairest goddess, let's now and ever live  
Under Love's Law, and bliss on bliss receive.  
My faith I pledge thee now! here take my hand.  Ariad. 
For pledge of mine, both life and soul command.   

SCENE IU.  Enter Phillis, Clowns, Oboes, Silene, Coribants, Clitton, and Cloris. Phillis. 
Gather your Roses, fair Nymphs, do  
Gather Roses and Lilies too.  
Bring whole heaps of Flowers newly born,  
And strew the ways, this glittering morn.  
Let's to our divinities pay  
Our joyful vows this happy day.  A Corib. 
Leave, leave your Cells, ye Sylvan gods,  
With your shrill voices fill these woods.  
With love, with mirth, and joy let's all  
Celebrate this high Festival.  Cloris holding a Nosegay in her hand. 
For an Offering, here I have brought  
This fine Nosegay with my hands wrought,  
Of Orange-flowers and Jasmies;  
All I beg of your deities,  
Is to keep me from hurtful fall,  
From Wolves, from Thiefs, and Love that's worse than all.  She presents her Flowers to Ariadne, who accepts them, and gives the Girdle that Venus gave her. The Shepherdess not knowing its virtue, accepts and puts it on. Ariadne. 
Fair Shepherdess, I do kindly receive  
Thy sweetest gift, and in return I give  
This curious Gem to thee.  Silene presents his Bottle. 
And as for me,  
I give my Nurse, my chiefest joy,  
My kindest Miss, my pretty Toy,  
The object of my tenderest love,  
Who did always my pain remove.  
My Minion, my sweet delight,  
Whom I hugged both day and night.  [Ritornella. Whilst the Instruments are playing the Ritornella, Silene goes and fetches the honest Clowns his Neighbours, whom be presents to the new married Couple. Silene. 
Please your godships' divine,  
These good Neighbours of mine  
Are come now  
To pay their vow.   

SCENE V.  Enter Clown's, who being all drunk, fall a dancing after their manner. These Rustics come to dance at Bacchus' Wedding, bringing with them Presents of such things as their Village affords; some bring in their Baskets Sausages, others Eggs died in several colours, and other Truffs. Old Silene, while they are dancing, changes their Baskets and gives them others, where instead of Sausages they find live Eels; instead of Eggs, Frogs; and for Truff, live Rats.  

SCENE VI.  Enter Damon, Clitton, Cloris, Oboe, Clowns. Damon. 
What can alas! a Shepherd to gods give,  
Whose wretched heart does always pine and grieve!  
What can a Lover full of trouble and fears,  
Offer this day, but only sighs and tears!  Clit. 
Cease, Shepherd, cease to trouble our joy,  
Thou shalt e'er long thy Love enjoy!  
Heaven hath heard thy plaint, and thou shalt see  
This joyful day, thy Cloris kind to thee.  
Every thing here both gods and mortals too  
Laughs, loves, and strives each other to outdo.  Dam. 
How! does my Shepherdess  
From her levity cease!  Clit. 
This day, this day of love,  
Shall a day of wonders prove.  Dam. 
Thy cruelty is gone!  Cloris. 
Sing, sing, thy work is done.  All together. 
This is the day, this day of Love,  
This day of love  
Will a day of great wonders prove.  [Ritornella with the Instruments.  

SCENE VII.  All the Actors are seen in this last Scene. Oboes and Symphonists of Venus playing. Shepherds, Sheph rdesses, and Clowns. A glittering Palace comes down from Heaven, on the middle of which is seen a Royal Throne; over the Throne hands a Crown made of seven Precious Stones, the Crown suspended by four little Cupids flying. Venus with the three Graces sits on the Throne with Bands of Symphonists about her. During the Symphony, the Palace and Throne descend slowly upon the Theatre, where being fixed, Venus and the Graces come down from the Throne, and taking the new married Pair, lead them by the hand, and place them on the same; Bacchus in the middle, Ariadne on his right, Venus on his left hand, and the Graces at their feet. Symphonists play. Venus. 
Bacchus at last yields to our Arms!  
A Beauty, by her powerful Charms  
With my help, makes his heart her own;  
Little Cupid's therefore, give her the Crown.  Euphro. 
Fly, fly to this great Festival,  
Ye little Loves, fly thither all.  
Ye were th' Authors of her desires,  
Put on her, your richest Attires.  
Place on her head that glittering Crown,  
She has deserved it! it's her own.  The seven Gems which composed her Crown, are inflamed of a sudden, and changed into so many bright Stars, known in Heaven by the name of Ariadne's Hair. Venus, Euphro▪ 
Hail, Hail, new goddess, hail.  Silene, Clitton, Coribants, Cloris, Damon. Damon. 
Hail for ever, fair Princess, hail!  Cloris. 
O may we like them, spend our days!  
Free from trouble and pain always!  Euphro. 
In midst of loves, and smiles, and sports.  Silene. 
In all pleasures the Table affords.  
Let's drink.  Venus. 
Let's love.  All together. 
O let us love, and drink, and sing,  
And let the Echo's ring.  Venus, Euphro. 
For ever hail our new goddess.  Silene, Clit. Corib. Cloris, Damon. 
For ever live our most lovely Princess!  All together again with the Instruments. 
Let's drink, let's love, and sing all day,  
Let Love and Bacchus live always.  The Clowns dance to the sound of voices and Instruments all the while the Palace is drawing up. 
FINIS.