ACT ONE Scene One The Palace
(Enter Dido, Belinda and train.)
Shake the cloud from off your brow,
Fate your wishes does allow
Empire growing, Pleasures flowing,
Fortune smiles and so should you.
Banish sorrow, banish care,
Grief should ne'er approach the fair.
Ah! Belinda, I am prest
With torment not to be confest,
Peace and I are strangers grown.
I languish till my grief is known,
yet would not have it guess'd.
Grief increases by concealing
Mine admits of no revealing.
Then let me speak; the Trojan guest
into your tender thoughts has pressed;
the greatest blessing Fate can give,
Our Carthage to secure and Troy revive.
When monarchs unite, how happy their state,
They triumph at once, o'er their foes and their fate.
Whence could so much virtue spring?
What storms, what battles did he sing?
Anchises' valour mixt with Venus' charms,
how soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
A tale so strong and full of woe
Might melt the rocks as well as you.
What stubborn heart unmov'd could see
such distress, such piety?
Mine with storms of care opprest
is taught to pity the distrest.
Mean wretches' grief can touch,
so soft, so sensible my breast;
But ah! I fear, I pity his too much.
BELINDA and SECOND WOMAN (repeated by CHORUS)
Fear no danger to ensue,
The Hero loves as well as you,
Ever gentle, ever smiling,
And the cares of life beguiling,
Cupid strew your path with flowers,
Gather'd from Elysian bowers.
(Enter Aeneas and train.)
See, your Royal guest appears;
How Godlike is the form he bears!
When, Royal Fair, shall I be blest,
with cares of love and state distrest?
Fate forbids what you pursue.
Aeneas has no fate but you!
Let Dido smile and I'll defy
the feeble stroke of destiny.
Cupid only throws the dart
That's dreadful to a warrior's heart,
and she that wounds can only cure the smart.
If not for mine, for Empire's sake
some pity on your lover take.
Ah! Make not, in a hopeless fire,
A hero fall, and Troy once more expire.
Pursue thy conquest, love;
her eyes confess the flame her tongue denies.
To the hills and the vales,
to the rocks and the mountains,
to the musical groves and the cool shady fountains.
Let the triumphs of love and beauty be shown.
Go revel, ye Cupids, the day is your own.
Scene Two The
Wayward sisters, you that fright
the lonely traveller by night,
Who, like dismal ravens crying,
beat the windows of the dying.
Appear! Appear at my call, and share in the fame.
Of a mischief shall make all Carthage flame.
Say, Bedlam, say what's thy will.
Harm's our delight and mischief all our skill.
The Queen of Carthage, whom we hate,
as we do all in prosp'rous state,
Ere sunset, shall most wretched prove,
Depriv'd of fame, of life and love!
He he ... ha ha ... ho ho!
Ruin'd ere the set of sun?
Tell us, how shall this be done?
The Trojan Prince, you know, is bound
by fate to seek Italian ground;
The Queen and he are now in chase.
Hark! The cry comes on apace.
But, when they're done, my trusty Elf
In form of Mercury himself
As sent from Jove, shall chide his stay,
and charge him sail tonight with all his fleet away.
Ha ha ... ha ha ... ho ho!
(Enter drunken sailors, a
But, ere we this perform,
well conjure for a storm
To mar their hunting sport,
And drive 'em back to Court.
CHORUS and ECHO
In our deep vaulted cell the charm well prepare,
too dreadful a practice for this open air.
ECHO DANCE OF
ACT TWO The Grove
Dido, Belinda and train)
Thanks to these lonesome vales,
these desert hills and dales,
So fair the game, so rich the sport,
Diana's self might to these woods resort.
[Gitter Ground a
Oft she visits this lov'd mountain,
oft she bathes her in this fountain;
Here Actaeon met his fate,
Pursued by his own hounds, and
after mortal wounds
Discover'd too late.
Behold, upon my bending spear
A monster's head stands bleeding,
with tushes far exceeding
those did Venus' huntsman tear.
The skies are clouded hark!
How thunder rends the mountain oaks asunder.
Haste, haste to town, this open field
no shelter from the storm can yield.
and Belinda and train.)
(The Spirit of
the Sorceress descends to Aeneas in the likeness of Mercury.)
Stay, Prince! And hear great Jove's command;
He summons thee, this night, away
Tonight thou must forsake this land,
The angry God will brook no longer stay.
Jove commands thee, waste no more
In Love's delights, those precious hours,
Allow'd by th'Almighty Pow'rs,
To gain th'Hesperian shore and ruined Troy restore.
Jove's commands shall be obey'd,
Tonight our anchors shall be weigh'd
But ah! What language can I try
my injur'd Queen to pacify:
No sooner she resigns her heart,
But from her arms I'm forc'd to part.
How can so hard a fate be took?
One night enjoy'd, the next forsook.
Yours be the blame, ye gods! For I
Obey your will, but with more ease could die.
[Chorus, Then since
our Charmes have sped. The Groves Dance]
ACT THREE The
FIRST SAILOR (repeated
Come away, fellow sailors, your anchors be weighing,
Time and tide will admit no delaying
Take a bouzy short leave of your nymphs on the shore,
And silence their mourning with
vows of returning,
but never intending to visit them more,
no never intending to visit them more.
SAILORS' DANCE (Orchestra)
Sorceress and Witches.)
See the flags and streamers curling,
Anchors weighing, sails unfurling.
Phoebus' pale deluding beams
Gliding o'er deceitful streams.
Our plot has took, the Queen's forsook.
Elissa's ruin'd, ho, ho!
Our plot has took, the Queen's forsook, ho, ho!
Our next motion must be to storm her lover on the ocean!
From the ruins of others our pleasures we borrow:
Elissa bleeds tonight, and Carthage flames tomorrow.
Destruction's our delight, delight our greatest sorrow!
Elissa bleeds tonight, and Carthage flames tomorrow. Ho ho!
WITCHES' DANCE (Orchestra)
Belinda and train.)
Your counsel all is urg'd in vain;
To earth and heav'n I will complain!
To earth and heav'n why do I call?
Earth and heav'n conspire my fall:
To Fate I sue, of other means bereft,
the only refuge for the wretched left.
See, madam, see where the Prince appears;
Such sorrow in his looks he bears,
As would convince you still he's true.
What shall lost Aeneas do?
How, Royal Fair, shall I impart
The God's decree, and tell you we must part?
Thus, on the fatal banks of Nile,
Weeps the deceitful crocodile;
Thus hypocrites, that murder act,
Make Heav'n and Gods the authors of the fact.
By all that's good -
By all that's good, no more!
All that's good you here forswore
to your promis'd empire fly, and let forsaken Dido die.
In spite of Jove's command, I'll stay.
Offend the Gods and Love obey.
No, faithless man, thy course pursue;
I'm now resolv'd as well as you.
No repentance shall reclaim
The injur'd Dido's slighted flame,
For 'tis enough, whate'er you now decree,
that you had once a thought of leaving me.
Let Jove say what he please, I'll stay!
Away, away! No, no, away!
No, no, I'll stay, and Love obey!
To Death I'll fly, if longer you delay;
But Death, alas! I cannot
Death must come when he is gone.
Great minds against themselves conspire,
and shun the cure they most desire.
Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me:
On thy bosom let me rest:
More I would, but Death invades me:
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in
May my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast;
Remember me! but ah! forget my fate.
wings ye cupids come,
and scatter roses on her tomb,
soft and gentle as her heart;
Keep here your watch, and never part