NEW SONGS SUNG IN The Fool's Preferment, OR, THE Three DUKES of Dunstable. In the SAVOY: Printed by E. Jones, for Jos. Knight and Fran. Saunders, at the Blue Anchor in the Lower-Walk of the New Exchange in the Strand, 1688. A Song sung in the First Act. I Sighed, and I pined, I sighed, and I pined, was constant, was constant, and kind, to a Jilt that laugh╌ed at my Pains; tho' my Pas╌sion ne'er cooled, I found I was fooled, for all my a╌bun╌dance of Brains; tho' my Pa╌sion ne'er cooled, I found I was fooled, for all my a╌bun╌dance of Brains: But now I'm a Thing, as grea╌t as a King, so blest is the Head that is ad╌dle; the dull empty Pate, soon comes to be great, Fate dotes on a Fool in the Cradle. Mr. Henry Purcell. A Song sung in the First Act. THere's nothing so fa╌tal as Woman, to hur╌ry a Man to his Grave; you may Think, you may Plot, you may Sigh like a Sot, she u╌ses you more like a Slave: But a Bottle, altho' it be common, the Cheats of the Fair will undo do; it will drive from your Head, the Delights of the Bed, he that's Drunk, is not a╌able to Woo. Mr. Henry Purcell. A Song sung in the Third Act, by Mr. Monfort. FLed is my Love, for e╌ver, for e╌ver, e╌ver, gone! O╌h, mighty Loss! E╌ter╌nal Sor╌row, E╌ter╌nal Sorrow! Yet prithee Strephon, why shouldst mourn? For if thy Ce╌lia wont re╌turn, to her thou shalt go, to her thou shalt go to mor╌row; to her thou shalt go, to her thou shalt go to morrow. Mr. Henry Purcell. 〈…〉 'tIS Death alone, 'tis Death a╌lone, can give me Ease, for all the mighty Pain, for all the mighty Pain, I've felt; in his cold Tomb my Heart shall e╌ver freeze, since hers could ne╌ver, ne╌ver mel╌t; since hers could ne╌ver, ne╌ver mel╌t, could ne╌ver melt. Mr. H. Purcell. A Song sung in the Third Act. I'll mount to you blue Coe╌lum, to shun those Female Gypsies, I'll play at Bowls with Sun and Moon, and scare you, scare you, scare you with E╌clip╌seses; and scare you, scare you, scare you with E╌clip╌seses. Mr. Henry Purcell. A Song sung in the Fourth Act. I'll sail up╌on the Dog-Star, I'll sail up╌on the Dog-Star, and then pursue the Morning, and then pursue, and then pursue the Morning;— I'll chase the Moon till it be Noon, I'll chase the Moon till it be Noon, but I'll make, I'll make her leave her Horning. I'll climb the fro╌sty Mountain, I'll climb the srosty Mountain, and there I'll coin the Wether; I'll tea╌r the Rain╌bow from the Sky, I'll tea╌r the Rain╌bow from the Sky, and tie, and tie both ends to╌ge╌ther. The Stars pluck from their Orbs too, the Stars pluck from their Orbs too, and crowd them in my Budget; and whether I'm a roa╌ring Boy, a roa╌ring Boy, let all—, let all the Nation judge it. A Song sung in the Fourth Act. A Dialogue by Jockey and Jenny. Jockey. JEnny, gi'en you can love, and have resolved you will try me; sil╌ly Scruples remove, and do no lon╌ger de╌ny me: By thy bonny Black Eye, I swear nean other can move me; Then if still you deny, You never, never did love me. Jenny. Jockey, how can you mistake, that know full well when you woe me; My poor Heart does so ache, it throbs as it would come through me! How can you be my Friend, That thus are bend to my Ruin? All the Love you pretend Is only for my Undoing Jockey. Who can tell by what Art This Chiming Nothing, called Honour, Charms my Jenny's soft Heart, When Love and Jockey has won her? Jenny 'Tis a Toy in the Head, And Muckle Woe there's about it; Yet I'd rather be dead, Than live in Scandal without it. But if you'll love me, and Wed; And guard my Honour from Harms too; Jockey I'll take to my Bed, And fold him close in my Arms too. Jockey Talk not of Wedding, dear Sweet, For I must have Chains that are softer; I m of a Northerly Breed, And never shall love thee well after. CHORUS: Bass and Triple, Then since ill Fortune intends, Our Amity shall be no dearer; Still let us kiss and be friends, And sigh we shall never come nearer. A Song sung in the Fifth Act, by Mr. Monfort IF thou wilt give me back my Love, for e╌ver I'll A╌dore thee; and for the fa╌vour, mighty Jove, with Souls from Heaven shall store thee: To the Queen of Shades, she shall advance, and all shall wait up╌on her; King's shall A╌dore nor Countenance, and I'll be her Page of Ho╌nour. Mr. Henry Purcell. FINIS.