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<HEAD>Bacchus Fe&s;tival, <HI>OR,</HI> A NEW MEDLEY BEING A <HI>Mu&s;ical Repre&s;entation</HI> at the Entertainment of his EXCELLENCY THE Lord General Monck.At <HI>VINTNERS-</HI>HALL, <DATE><HI>April 12. 1660.</HI></DATE></HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Bacchus</HI> enters attended by four Drawers, a <HI>French-man, Spaniard, German,</HI> and <HI>Greek.</HI></STAGE>
<LG>
<L>ROuze then my &s;oul, from that dull &s;otti&s;h Lethargy</L>
<L>thou late did&s;t lye;</L>
<L>Call home thy &s;pirits, let this Genial day</L>
<L>Be &s;acrific'd in mirth; Let full and crowned Bowls</L>
<L>proclaim our jovial &s;ouls, &s;lavery;</L>
<L>And let us ca&s;t all pining cares away:</L>
<L>Since thou brave <HI>GEORGE</HI> ha&s;t us redeem'd from &s;leepie</L>
<L>ha&s;t ruin'd tho&s;e</L>
<L>who were our foes,</L>
<L>And &s;corn'd our Deity.</L>
<L>Sure there mu&s;t &s;omething in thee be which is divine:</L>
<L>&s;ince thou ha&s;t thus</L>
<L>re&s;tored us,</L>
<L>And water turn'd to wine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e flegmatick, yet frantick ra&s;cals which of late</L>
<L>did rend the State,</L>
<L>And with their &s;mall-beer Here&s;ies confound</L>
<L>Our peace and wellfare; are by thee, thy Countries friend</L>
<L>brought to de&s;erved end;</L>
<L>And now the Nations hopes are almo&s;t crown'd.</L>
<L>This ju&s;tly may our after ages all convince,</L>
<L>that he who &s;lights</L>
<L>God <HI>Bacchus</HI> rites,</L>
<L>&mdash;Turns Traitor to his Prince.</L>
<L>But he mu&s;t a good Patriot be, who will his veins repleni&s;h</L>
<L>with Cyprian black,</L>
<L>or golden Sack,</L>
<L>Or the rein-&s;earching Rheni&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come then my jolly Boies, this <HI>Hero</HI> here pre&s;ent</L>
<L>with our gifts &s;ent,</L>
<L>Or from the Gallick, or Iberian &s;hore:</L>
<L>That &s;o unto our utmo&s;t power we may &s;how</L>
<L>the prai&s;e we owe</L>
<L>In our own &s;phere; &s;ince we can do no more.</L>
<L>For Sir, both gods and men will freely now confe&s;s</L>
<L>you have our Laws,</L>
<L>our Faith, our Cau&s;e</L>
<L>&mdash;Re&s;tor'd to happine&s;s.</L>
<L>There yet remains behind one truly grateful thing,</L>
<L>which is that you</L>
<L>give <HI>Ce&s;ar</HI> h's due,</L>
<L>&mdash;And help us to our King,</L>
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<SPEAKER>FRENCHMAN</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Speaks.</STAGE>
<L>By God <HI>Bacchus</HI> order I here you pre&s;ent</L>
<L>with a Cup of <HI>Apollo's</HI> own Nectar;</L>
<L>'Tis the drink of the gods, and I dare lay you ods</L>
<L>'Twill make you mo&s;t bravely conjecture</L>
<L>What the Nation greedily longs for,</L>
<L>and to what its thoughts are thus bent;</L>
<L>That you would re&s;tore, and we may have once more,</L>
<L>our King and Parliament.</L>
<STAGE>Chorus</STAGE>
<LG>
<L><HI>Here's the white or the red, take both as your due,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For our blood and our brains we mu&s;t both owe to you.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SPANIARD.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand by fond fooli&s;h <HI>Mon&s;ieur,</HI> let me come,</L>
<L>Who am the onely man in Chri&s;tendome.</L>
<L>As for your Countrey-men, they're antick,</L>
<L>Their Wine's for nothing but to make men frantick.</L>
<L>But Sir, you may be &s;ure this G-a&s;s contains</L>
<L>What will in&s;pire you with <HI>Aetherial</HI> &s;trains.</L>
<STAGE>Chorus,</STAGE>
<LG>
<L><HI>'Tis good Canary onely makes men &s;ing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And truly &s;tand for Countrey, God and King.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>GERMAN.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay then among&s;t the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Let me pre&s;ent a Te&s;t</L>
<L>Both of my Wine and Soul,</L>
<L>Which freely in this Bowl</L>
<L>I hear do dedicate,</L>
<L>And that you may it rate</L>
<L>At its due worth, and &s;o</L>
<L>Its virtues truly know.</L>
<STAGE>Chorus,</STAGE>
<LG>
<L><HI>'Twill purge out all infections Blood, and render</HI></L>
<L><HI>You &s;till more &s;trong to be the States Defender.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>GREEK.</SPEAKER>
<L>To this is that alone which now mu&s;t ea&s;e</L>
<L>This nation of its luke-warm di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Recruit our vitals, and new propagate</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> la&s;ting peace between our Church and State.</L>
<L>This Sir, will free us from the poy&s;onous raint,</L>
<L>Lurks in the faint heart of our wall-ey'd &s;aint.</L>
<STAGE>Chorus</STAGE>
<LG>
<L><HI>'Twill make us freely to rejoice and pray,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;ee our <HI>Charles's</HI> Coronation Day.</HI></L>
</LG>
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