DIDO AND AENEAS
          Dido and Aeneas
          Libretto by Nahum Tate
          Music composed by Henry Purcell
          
          Date of composition: 1689
          
          Dramatis Personae
          DIDO
          BELINDA
          TWO WOMEN
          AENEAS
          SORCERESS
          ENCHANTRESSES
          SPIRIT of the Sorceress (Mercury)
          
          Dido's train, Aeneas' train, Fairies, Sailors
          
          
          OVERTURE
          
          
          ACT THE FIRST
          
          Scene: The Palace
          [enter Dido, Belinda and train]
           
          
          
          BELINDA
          Shake the cloud from off your brow,
          Fate your wishes does allow;
          Empire growing,
          Pleasures flowing,
          Fortune smiles and so should you.
          
          CHORUS
          Banish sorrow, banish care,
          Grief should ne'er approach the fair.
           
          
          
          DIDO
          Ah! Belinda, I am prest
           
          
          With torment not to be Confest,
          Peace and I are strangers grown.
           
          
          I languish till my grief is known,
          Yet would not have it guest.
 
           
          
          BELINDA
          Grief increases by concealing,
          
          DIDO
           
          
          Mine admits of no revealing.
          
          BELINDA
           
          
          Then let me speak; the Trojan guest
          Into your tender thoughts has prest;
          The greatest blessing Fate can give
          Our Carthage to secure and Troy revive.
          
          CHORUS
           
          
          When monarchs unite, how happy their state,
          They triumph at once o'er their foes and their fate.
          
          DIDO
           
          
          Whence could so much virtue spring?
          What storms, what battles did he sing?
          Anchises' valour mixt with Venus' charms
          How soft in peace, and yet how fierce in arms!
          
          BELINDA
           
          
          A tale so strong and full of woe
          Might melt the rocks as well as you.
          What stubborn heart unmov'd could see
           
          
          Such distress, such piety?
          
          DIDO
          Mine with storms of care opprest
          Is taught to pity the distrest.
           
          
          Mean wretches' grief can touch,
          So soft, so sensible my breast,
          But ah! I fear, I pity his too much.
          
          BELINDA AND SECOND WOMAN
           
          
          [Repeated by Chorus]
          Fear no danger to ensue,
          The Hero Loves as well as you,
          Ever gentle, ever smiling,
          And the cares of life beguiling,
          Cupid strew your path with flowers
          Gather'd from Elysian bowers.
          
          DANCE THIS CHORUS
           
          
          
          THE BASKE
          [Aeneas enters with his train]
           
          
          
          BELINDA
          See, your Royal Guest appears,
          How Godlike is the form he bears!
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          When, Royal Fair, shall I be blest
          With cares of love and state distrest?
          
          DIDO
          Fate forbids what you pursue.
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          Aeneas has no fate but you!
          Let Dido smile and I'll defy
          The feeble stroke of Destiny.
          
          CHORUS
          Cupid only throws the dart
          That's dreadful to a warrior's heart,
          And she that wounds can only cure the smart.
          
          AENEAS
          If not for mine, for Empire's sake,
          Some pity on your lover take;
          Ah! make not, in a hopeless fire
          A hero fall, and Troy once more expire.
          
          BELINDA
           
          
          Pursue thy conquest, Love; her eyes
          Confess the flame her tongue denies.
          
          A DANCE. GITTARS CHACONY.
           
          
          
          CHORUS
           
          
          To the hills and the vales, to the rocks and the mountains
          To the musical groves and the cool shady fountains.
          Let the triumphs of love and of beauty be shown,
          Go revel, ye Cupids, the day is your own.
          
          THE TRIUMPHING DANCE
          
          
          ACT THE SECOND
          
          Scene [I]: The Cave
          [enter Sorceress]
           
          
          
          [PRELUDE FOR THE WITCHES]
          
          SORCERESS
           
          
          Wayward sisters, you that fright
          The lonely traveller by night
          Who, like dismal ravens crying,
          Beat the windows of the dying,
          Appear! Appear at my call, and share in the fame
           
          
          Of a mischief shall make all Carthage flame.
          Appear!
          [enter Enchantresses]
          
          FIRST WITCH
          Say, Beldam, say what's thy will.
          
          CHORUS
          Harm's our delight and mischief all our skill.
          
          SORCERESS
          The Queen of Carthage, whom we hate,
          As we do all in prosp'rous state,
          Ere sunset, shall most wretched prove,
          Depriv'd of fame, of life and love!
          
          CHORUS
          Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! [etc.]
          
          TWO WITCHES
           
          
          Ruin'd ere the set of sun?
          Tell us, how shall this be done?
          
          SORCERESS
          The Trojan Prince, you know, is bound
          By Fate to seek Italian ground;
          The Queen and he are now in chase.
           
          
          
          FIRST WITCH
          Hark! Hark! the cry comes on apace.
           
          
          
          SORCERESS
          But, when they've done, my trusty Elf
          In form of Mercury himself
          As sent from Jove shall chide his stay,
          And charge him sail tonight with all his fleet away.
          
          CHORUS
          Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! [etc.]
          [Enter a Drunken Sailor; a dance]
          
          TWO WITCHES
           
          
          But ere we this perform,
          We'll conjure for a storm
          To mar their hunting sport
          And drive 'em back to court.
           
          
          
          CHORUS [in the manner of an echo.]
          In our deep vaulted cell the charm we'll prepare, 
          Too dreadful a practice for this open air.
          
          ECHO DANCE [Enchantresses and Fairies]
          
          Scene [II]: The Grove
          [enter Aeneas, Dido, Belinda, and their train]
          
          RITORNELLE [Orchestra]
          
          BELINDA [Repeated by Chorus]
           
          
          Thanks to these lovesome vales,
          These desert hills and dales, 
          So fair the game, so rich the sport, 
          Diana's self might to these woods resort.
          
          GITTER GROUND A DANCE
           
          
           
          
          
          SECOND WOMAN
          Oft she visits this lov'd mountain,
          Oft she bathes her in this fountain; 
          Here Actaeon met his fate, 
          Pursued by his own hounds, 
          And after mortal wounds 
          Discover'd, discover'd too late.
           
          
          [A Dance to entertain Aeneas by Dido's women]
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          Behold, upon my bending spear
          A monster's head stands bleeding, 
           
          
          With tushes far exceeding 
           
          
          Those did Venus' huntsman tear.
          
          DIDO
           
          
          The skies are clouded, hark! how thunder
          Rends the mountain oaks a sunder.
          
          BELINDA [Repeated by Chorus]
           
          
          Haste, haste to town, this open field 
           
          
          No shelter from the storm can yield.
          [exeunt Dido and Belinda and train]
          
          [The Spirit of the Sorceress descends to Aeneas in the 
          likeness of Mercury] 
           
          
          
          SPIRIT
          Stay, Prince and hear great Jove's command; 
          He summons thee this Night away.
          
          AENEAS
          Tonight?
          
          SPIRIT
           
          
          Tonight thou must forsake this land, 
          The Angry God will brook no longer stay. 
          Jove commands thee, waste no more 
          In Love's delights, those precious hours, 
          Allow'd by th'Almighty Powers 
          To gain th' Hesperian shore 
          And ruined Troy restore.
          
          AENEAS
          Jove's commands shall be obey'd,
          Tonight our anchors shall be weighed.
           
          
          [Exit Spirit.]
          But ah! what language can I try 
          My injur'd Queen to Pacify: 
           
          
          No sooner she resigns her heart,
          But from her arms I'm forc'd to part. 
          How can so hard a fate be took?
           
          
          One night enjoy'd, the next forsook. 
          Yours be the blame, ye gods! For I 
           
          
          Obey your will, but with more ease could die.
          
          THE SORCERESS AND HER ENCHANTRESSES (CHORUS)
          Then since our Charmes have sped, 
          A Merry Dance be led 
          By the Nymphs of Carthage to please us. 
          They shall all Dance to ease us,
          A Dance that shall make the Spheres to wonder,
          Rending those fair Groves asunder.
          
          THE GROVES DANCE
          
          
          ACT THE THIRD
          
          Scene: The Ships
          [enter the Sailors, the Sorceress, and her Enchantresses]
          
          PRELUDE
 
           
          
          FIRST SAILOR [Repeated by Chorus]
          Come away, fellow sailors, your anchors be weighing.
           
          
          Time and tide will admit no delaying.
          Take a bouzy short leave of your nymphs on the shore,
          And silence their mourning
           
          
          With vows of returning
          But never intending to visit them more.
          
          THE SAILORS' DANCE
           
          
           
          
          
          SORCERESS
           
          
          See the flags and streamers curling
          Anchors weighing, sails unfurling.
          
          FIRST WITCH
          Phoebe's pale deluding beams
          Guilding more deceitful streams.
          
          SECOND WITCH
          Our plot has took,
          The Queen's forsook.
          
          TWO WITCHES
           
          
          Elissa's ruin'd, ho, ho!
          Our plot has took,
           
          
          The Queen's forsook, ho, ho!
          
          SORCERESS
           
          
          Our next Motion
          Must be to storme her Lover on the Ocean!
          From the ruin of others our pleasures we borrow,
          Elissa bleeds tonight, and Carthage flames tomorrow.
          
          CHORUS
          Destruction's our delight
          Delight our greatest sorrow!
          Elissa dies tonight and Carthage flames tomorrow.
          [Jack of the the Lanthorn leads the Spaniards out of 
          their way among the Enchantresses.] 
          
          A DANCE
           
          
          
          [Enter Dido, Belinda and train]
           
          
          
          DIDO
          Your counsel all is urged in vain
          To Earth and Heav'n I will complain!
          To Earth and Heav'n why do I call?
          Earth and Heav'n conspire my fall.
          To Fate I sue, of other means bereft
          The only refuge for the wretched left.
          
          BELINDA
          See, Madam, see where the Prince appears;
          Such Sorrow in his looks he bears
          As would convince you still he's true.
          [enter Aeneas]
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          What shall lost Aeneas do?
          How, Royal Fair, shall I impart
          The God's decree, and tell you we must part?
          
          DIDO
           
          
          Thus on the fatal Banks of Nile,
          Weeps the deceitful crocodile
          Thus hypocrites, that murder act,
           
          
          Make Heaven and Gods the authors of the Fact.
          
          AENEAS
          By all that's good ...
          
          DIDO
          By all that's good, no more!
          All that's good you have forswore.
          To your promis'd empire fly
          And let forsaken Dido die.
          
          AENEAS
          In spite of Jove's command, I'll stay.
          Offend the Gods, and Love obey.
          
          DIDO
           
          
          No, faithless man, thy course pursue;
          I'm now resolv'd as well as you.
          No repentance shall reclaim
          The injur'd Dido's slighted flame.
          For 'tis enough, whate'er you now decree,
          That you had once a thought of leaving me.
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          Let Jove say what he will: I'll stay!
          
          DIDO
          Away, away! No, no, away!
          
          AENEAS
           
          
          No, no, I'll stay, and Love obey!
          
          DIDO
           
          
          To Death I'll fly
          If longer you delay;
          Away, away!.....
          [Exit Aeneas]
           
          
          But Death, alas! I cannot shun;
          Death must come when he is gone.
          
          CHORUS
          Great minds against themselves conspire
          And shun the cure they most desire.
          
          DIDO
           
          
          [Cupids appear in the clouds o're her tomb]
           
          
          Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
          On thy bosom let me rest,
           
          
          More I would, but Death invades me;
           
          
          Death is now a welcome guest.
          When I am laid in earth, May my wrongs create
          No trouble in thy breast;
           
          
          Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
          
          CHORUS
          With drooping wings you Cupids come,
          To scatter roses on her tomb.
          Soft and Gentle as her Heart
          Keep here your watch, and never part.
           
          
          
          CUPIDS DANCE
 
           
          
          FINIS