SONG. Help! help! th' unpractis'd conqueror cries; And weeps, alas! to find him dead. Sound, found a charge, 'tis war again, Again he fights, again is flain; Again, again, help, help! fhe cries, He faints, he falls, help, help: Ah me! he dies. Happy pair, Another. Free from care, Enjoy the bleffing Love inviting, Expiring, Enjoy the bleffing Of fweet poffeffing Be true, Free from care, Chorus Singing and Dancing. all ye lovers, whate'er you endure; Though cruel the pain is, how fweet is the cure! So So divine is the bleffing, In the hour of poffeffing, That one moment's obtaining Pays an age of complaining. Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure; [Here enter two parties from the oppofite fides of the theatre, with lances in their hands, marching to a warlike measure of trumpets, &c. Then run a tilt, and, having broken or quitted their lances, form divers combats with fword and buckler. The conquerors dance a meafure, expreffing their joy for villory. CHORUS to the Dance. Amadis is the hero's glory, Of endless fame a lasting story: Oriana is the queen of pleasure, A light of love, to fhine for ever: Oriana is the queen of pleasure. [The entertainment concludes with variety of fongs and dances, after which the company rife and come forward. AMADI S. So Phoebus mounts triumphant in the skies, ε ORIANA. ORIAN A. Our prefent joys are sweeter for past pain ; URGANDA. Prophetic fury rolls within my breast, } [Here a feene reprefents the Queen, and all the triumphs of her Majesty's reign. appears High on a throne Emprefs and conqueror, hail! Thee, fates ordain The The victor to the vanquish'd yields a prize. Taught by this great example to be just, If curious to infpect the book of fate, You'd farther learn the deftin'd time and date Of Britain's glory, know, this royal dame From Stuart's race fhall rife, ANNA fhall be her name. CON |