THE SONGS IN THE Indian QUEEN: As it is now Composed into an OPERA. By Mr. HENRY PURCELL, Composer in Ordinary to his Majesty. And one of the Organists of his Majesty's Chapel-Royal.  
LONDON, Printed by J. Heptinstall; and are to be Sold by John May, at his Shop under St. Dunstan's Church: And for John Hudgbutt at Tho. Dring's, Bookseller, at the Harrow at Clifford's-lane-end in Fleetstreet. 1695.   

The Publishers, to Mr. Henry Purcell.  
SIR,  
HAving had the good Fortune to meet with the Score or Original Draught of your Incomparable Essay of Music composed for the Play, called The Indian Queen. It soon appeared that we had found a Jewel of very great Value; on which account we were unwilling that so rich a Treasure should any longer lie buried in Oblivion; and that the Commonwealth of Music should be deprived of so considerable a Benefit. Indeed we well knew your innate Modesty to be such, as not to be easily prevailed upon to set forth any thing in Print, much less to Patronise your own Works, although in some respects Inimitable. But in regard that (the Press being now open) any one might print an imperfect Copy of these admirable Songs, or publish them in the nature of a Common Ballad, We were so much the more emboldened to make this Attempt, even without acquainting you with our Design; not doubting but your accustomed Candour and Generosity will induce you to pardon this Presumption: As for our parts, if you shall think fit to condescend so far, we shall always endeavour to approve ourselves,  
Your Obedient Servants, J. May, J. Hudgebutt.   

A Song in the first Act, Sung by Mr. Freeman.  
WAke, wake, wake Qui— —- ve— ra, wake, our soft———— rest must cease; wake, wake, wake, Qui— ve— ra, wake,— our soft————— rest must cease, and fly—-— to— gether, and fly———————— to— ge— ther with our Country's peace; no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no,—— no more must we sleep, must we sleep under Plan—— tain shade, which neither Heat could pierce, nor Cold in-vade; where bounteous Nature never, never, never, never, never, never feels de-cay, and op'-— ning Buds, and op'—ning Buds drive—— fall—-——-—— ing Fruits a— way.   

A Song in the first Act, Sung by the Boy with Flutes.  
WHY, why, why should men quarrel, why, why should men quarrel here, where all, all, all, where all——— pos possess as much as they can hope for by suc— cess; none, none can have most none can have most, where Nature is so kind, as to ex-ceed, as to ex— cee———— —- d Man's u●● tho' not his Mind; why, why, why should Men quarrel, why, why should Men quarrel here, where all, all, all, where all———— pos—sess as much as they can hope for by suc-cess, as much as they can hope for by suc—— cess, as much as they can hope, as much as they can hope for by suc— cess.  
By ancient Prophecies we have been told,  
Our Land shall be subdued by one more old,  
And see that world's already hither come,  
If these be they, we welcome then our doom.   

A Song Sung by Mr. Freeman.  
THeir looks are such that Mercy flow—————-— s from thence, more gen— tle, gen— tle than our Na-— tive in— nocence: By their pro— tec— tion let us, let us, let us beg to live, they come not here to con— quer but for— give; by their pro— tec— tion let us, let us, let us beg to live, they come not here to con— quer but for— — give, they come not here to con— quer but for— give.  
If so your goodness may your power express,  
And we shall judge both best by our Success.   

A Song in the Second Act, Sung by Mr. Freeman.  
I come to Sing great Zem——— po— al-la's sto— ry, whose beauteous sight, so Charming bright, outshines the Lu.— stre of glory; whose beaut'ons sight, so charming bright, out— shines the Lu.— stre of glo-ry.  Sung by Envy and his followers with-Instruments. 

What flattering noise is this,  
At which my Snakes all hiss;  
I hate to see fond Tongues advance,  
High as the Gods, the slaves of Chance.    

A Song Sung by Mr. Freeman.  
Scorned Envy here's nothing, here's nothing that thou, that thou canst blast; Her glow glo—ries, her glo—ries are too bright, to be over— —— cast; her glo—ries, her glo—ries are too brigh——— — t to be over—- cast.  Sung by Envy and his followers with Instruments. 

I fly from the place where Flattery reigns,  
See those mighty things that before,  
Such slaves like Gods did adore,  
Contemned and unpitied in Chains.    

A Song Sung by Mr. Freeman.  
BE— gone, begun, be— gone cursed Fiends of Hell, sink down, sink down where Noisome Vapers dwell; While I, while I her tri———————-—-— umph sound, Turn over. while ay, while I her Try————————— —— umph sound, to fill, to fill the U—ni— ver— sal Round.   
Sung by a Conjurer. 

YOu twice ten hundred Deities,  
To whom we daily Sacrifice;  
Ye Powers that dwell with Fates below,  
And see what Men are doomed to do;  
Where Elements in Discord dwell,  
Thou God of Sleep, arise, and tell,  
Great Zempoalla what strange Fate,  
Must on her dismal Vision wait.   

The Conjurer's Charm.  
BY the Croaking of the Toad,  
In their Caves that make abode;  
Earthy Dun that pants for breath,  
With her swelled sides full of death;  
By the Crested Adder's Pride,  
That along the Cliffs do glide;  
By the Visage fierce and black,  
By the death's Head on thy back;  
By the twisted Serpents placed,  
For a Girdle round thy Waste;  
By the Hearts of Gold that deck,  
Thy Breast, thy Shoulders, and thy Neck;  
From thy sleeping Mansion rise,  
And open thy unwilling Eyes;  
While bubbling Springs their Music keep,  
That use to lull thee in thy sleep.   Sung by the God of Dreams. 

SEek not to know, what must not be revealed,  
Joys only flow where Fate is most concealed;  
Too busy Man would find his Sorrows more,  
If future Fortune He should know before;  
For by that knowledge of his Destiny,  
He would not live at all, but always die;  
Inquire not then who shall from Bonds be freed,  
Who 'tis shall wear a Crown, and who shall bleed;  
All must submit to their appointed doom,  
Fate and Misfortunes will too quickly come;  
Let me no more with powerful Charms be pressed,  
I am forbid by Fate to tell the rest.    

A Song in the Third Act, Sung by Mr. Freeman, and Mr. Church.  
AH!— ah!— how happy are we, are we, are Ah!— ah!— ah! how hap— pie are we, are we, we, ah! ah! how happy are we, from humane passions, from humane are we, ah! ah! how happy are we, from humane passions free: passions free: ah! ah! ah! ah! how hap— pie are ah!— ah!— ah!— how hap— pie are we, those will—————————— we, those will—————————— —-— d Tenants of the Breast; no never, never, no never, never, no never, —— d Tenants of the Breast; no never, never, no never, never, never can disturb our rest; ah!— never, never can disturb our rest; ah!— ah!— ah! how hap— pie are we, are we, are we, ah! ah! how ah! how hap— pie are we, are we, are we, ah! ah! how happy are we: Yet we pit— tie, we pit— tie, we happy are we: Yet we pit— tie, we pity, tender Souls whom the Tyrant Love, whom the Tyrant Love, whom the Tyrant pity, tender Souls whom the Tyrant Love, whom the Tyrant Love, whom the Love con— trouls; ah! ah! how Tyrant Love con— trouls; ah! ah! ah! how happy are we from humane Passion, from humane Pas———— happy are we, from humane Pas———— Turn over. ———————————— sion free. ———-————————— sion free.   

A Song Sung by Mrs. Cross.  
I Attempt from Love's sickness to fly——— in vain, since I am myself my own Fever, since I am myself my own Fever and Pain; No more now, no more now fond Heart with Pride, no more swell, thou canst not raise Forces, thou canst not raise Forces enough to re— bell: First strain again. For Love has more power and less mercy than fate, to make us seek ru— in, to make us seek ru— in, and love those that hate. End with the first Strain  Vers. Then Cho. 
We the Spirits of the Air,  
That of Humane Things take Care,  
Out of Pity now descend,  
To forewarn what Woes attend;  Vers. 
Greatness clogged with Scorn decays,  
With the Slave no Empire stay's,  Cho. 
We the Spirits etc.  Vers. 
Cease to languish then in vain,  
Since never to be loved again.  Cho. 
We the Spirits, etc.   

A Song in the Fourth Act, Sung by Mrs. Cross.  
THey tell us that you might— tie Pours a— 'bove, make perfect your Joys and your blessings by Love; Ah! why do you suffer, ah! why do you suf-fer the blessing that's there; to give a poor Lover such Turn over. sad torments here, yet tho' for my pas-— sion such grief I en— dure, my love shall like yours still be con— stant and pure.  

II.  
To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains,  
There's joy in my grief, and there's freedom in Chains.  
If I were divine he could love me no more,  
And I in return my adorer adore;  
Oh! let his dear life then (kind Gods) be your care,  
For I in your blessings have no other share.    

A Sacrifice, Sung by the Chief Priest.  
WHile thus we bow before your Shrine,  
That you may hear great Powers Divine,  
All living things shall in your Praises join;  
You who at the Altars stand,  
Waiting for the Dread command,  
The fatal Word shall soon be heard,  
Answer then is all prepared,  Chorus. 
— All's prepared.  Priest. 
Let all unhallowed Souls be gone,  
Before our Sacred Rites come on,  
Take care that this be also done,  Chorus. 
— All is done.  Priest. 
Now in procession walk along,  
And then begin your solemn Song.  Chorus. 
All dismal sounds thus on this Offering wait,  
Your power's shown by their untimely Fate;  
While by such various Fate's we learn to know,  
There's nothing to be trusted here below.   
FINIS.  

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