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, Free from care, Enjoy the bleffing Another. Free from care, Love inviting, Souls uniting, Defiring, Expiring, Enjoy the bleffing Of fweet poffeffing Free from care, Happy pair. Chorus Singing and Dancing. Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure; Though cruel the pain is, how fweet is the cure! 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 measure, expressing their joy for victory. CHORUS to the Dance. Amadis is the hero's glory, Oriana is the queen of pleasure, A light of love, to shine for ever : [The entertainment concludes with variety of fongs and dances, after which the company rise and come forward. AMADI S. So Phœbus mounts triumphant in the skies, ORIANA, ORIANA. Our present joys are sweeter for past pain ; URGANDA. Prophetic fury rolls within my breast, [Here a feene reprefents the Queen, and all the triumphs of ber Majefty's reign. High on a throne appears the martial queen, Empress and conqueror, hail! Thee, fates ordain The The victor to the vanquish`d yields a prize. Taught by this great example to be juft, If curious to inspect the book of fate, From Stuart's race shall rise, ANNA shall be her name, CON |