Love on her breaft fits panting,

And fwells with foft defire :

Nor grace, nor charm, is wanting

To fet the heart on fire.

RECITATIVE.

GALATEA.

Odidft thou know the pains of abfent love,
Acis would ne'er from Galatea rove.

Of all youths, thou dearest boy!

Of all nymphs, thou brightest fair! Thou all my bliss, thou all my joy!

Da Capo.

ACIS

ACIS AND GALATEA,

A

SEREN AT A.

PART THE SECOND.

A Concerto on the ORGAN.

WRE

CHORU S.

RETCHED lovers! Fate has pafs'd
This fad decree; no joy fhall last.

Wretched lovers! quit your dream ;
Behold the monster Polypheme.
See what ample ftrides he takes ;
The mountain nods, the foreft shakes
The waves run frighten'd to the shores :
Hark! how the thundering Giant roars!

;

RECITATIVE accompanied.

POLYPHEME.

I rage, I melt, I burn,

The feeble God has ftabb'd me to the heart.
Thou trufty pine,

my god-like steps, I lay thee by.

Bring me a hundred reeds, of decent growth,
To make a pipe for my capacious mouth;
In foft enchanting accents let me breathe
Sweet Galatea's beauty, and my love.

AIR.

O ruddier than the cherry!
O fweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moon-fhine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster!

No lily has fuch luftre;

Yet hard to tame

As raging flame,

And fierce as ftorms that blufter!

Da Capo.

RECITATIVE.

POLYPHEMUS, GALATEA.

POLY. Whither, Faireft, art thou running, my warm embraces fhunning?

Still

GAL. The lion calls not to his prey;

Not bids the wolf the lambkin stay.

POLY. Thee Folyphemus, great as Jove,

Calls to empire, and to love:

To his palace in the rock,

To his dairy, to his flock;

To the grape of purple hue,
To the plumb of gloffy blue;
Wildings which expecting stand,
Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.

GAL. Of infant-limbs to make my food,
And fwill full draughts of human blood!
Go, monster! bid fome other guest:
I loath the hoft; I loath the feast,

AIR.

POLYPHEMUS.

Ceafe to beauty to be fuing:

Ever whining love difdaining,.

Let the brave, their aims pursuing,

Still be conquering, not complaining.

AIR.

DAMON.

Da Capo.

Would you gain the tender creature ≥
Softly, gently, kindly treat her:
Suffering is the lover's part:
Beauty by constraint poffeffing,
You enjoy but half the bleffing,

Lifelefs charms without the heart.

I

Da Capo.

RECITATIVE.

ACIS.

His hideous love provokes my rage;
Weak as am, I must engage:
Inspir'd with thy victorious charms,
The God of Love will lend his arms.