VII. RECITATIVE. Now ftrike the golden lyre again; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain : Rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead, And amaz'd he ftares around! AIR [with fymphonies.] Revenge, Revenge, Alecto cries, See the furies arife! See the fnakes that they rear, How they hifs in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! VIII. RECITATIVE. Behold a ghaftly band, Each a torch in his hand! Thofe are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were flain, And unbury'd remain, Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they tofs their torches on high, AIR. The princes applaud with a furious joy; And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to deftroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. IX. RECITATIVE. Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire. Inventress of the vocal frame; The fweet enthusiast, from her facred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to folemn founds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. AIR. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. SONGS. SO NG S. T I. HY origin's divine, I see, Of mortal race thou can'ft not be ; Thy purple cheek outshines the rose, Thy fordid way of life defpife, Above thy flavery, Silvia, rife; Display thy beauteous form and mien, CONS II. ONSTANTIA, fee, thy faithful slave, Ah! gentle nymph, no longer try Thy pity to my love impart, A wedded wife if thou would'st be, III. THRICE lov'd Conftantia, heavenly fair, For thee a fervant's form I wear; Though bleft with wealth, and nobly born, E TERNAL are the chains which here When Hymen joins our hands, we swear And when, by death, the fair are fnatch'd away, ANO. M ANOTHER. Y dearest spouse, that thou and I May fhun the fear which firft fhould die, Clasp'd in each other's arms we'll live, Alike confum'd in love's foft fire, That neither may at laft furvive, ON ARQUE ÄN ASS A A O F COLOPHO S. RQUEÄNASSA's charms infpire Age, its feeble fpite difplaying, Vainly wrinkles all her face, Charm my eyes with lafting grace : ON |