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Semele.

William Congreve (1710). Originally set by John Eccles. Adapted as an oratorio by Handel, 1743. 

Note: this Renascence Editions text was transcribed by Risa S. Bear, May 2001, from the 1923 Nonesuch Press type facsimile of the libretto. Any errors that have crept into the transcription are the fault of the present publisher. The text is in the public domain. Content unique to this presentation is copyright © 2001 the editor and The University of Oregon. For nonprofit and educational uses only. Send comments and corrections to the Publisher.

SEM ELE
 

A N   OPER A
 
 

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A Natura discedimus: populo nos damus, nullius rei bono
auctori, & in hac re, sicut in omnibus, inconstantissimo.
                                                                          Seneca. Ep. 99.
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AR GU M ENT
Introductory to the 

 

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FTER Jupiter's Amour with Europa, the Daughter of Agenor, King of Phaenicia, he again incenses Juno by a new Affair in the same Family; viz. with Semele, Niece to Europa, and Daughter to Cadmus King of Thebes. Semele is on the Point of Marriage with Athamas; which Marriage is about to be solemniz'd in the Temple of Juno, Goddess of Marriages, when Jupiter by ill Omens interrupts the Cermony; and afterwards transports Semele to a private Abode prepar'd for her. Juno, after many Contrivances, at length assumes the Shape and Voice of Ino, Sister to Semele; by the help of which Disguise and Artful Insinuations, she prevails with her to make a Request to Jupiter, which being granted must end in her utter Ruin.
    This Fable is related in Ovid. Metam. L. 3 but there Juno is said to impose on Semele in the Shape of an old Woman, her Nurse. 'Tis hoped, the Liberty taken in substituting Ino instead of the old Woman will be excus'd: It was done, because Ino is interwoven in the Design by her love of Athamas; to whom she was married, according to Ovid; and because her Character bears a Proportion with the Dignity of the other Persons represented. This Reason, it is presumed, may be allowed in a Thing intirely fictitious; and more especially being represented under the Title of an Opera, where greater Absurdities are every day excused. 
    It was not thought requisite to haue any Regard either in Rhyme or Equality of Measure, in the Lines of that Part of the Dialogue which was design'd for the Recitative Stile in Musick. For as that stile in Musick is not confin'd to the strict Observation of Time and Measure, which is requir'd in the Composition of Airs and Sonata's, so neither is it necessary that the same Exactness in Numbers, Rhymes, or Measure, should be observed in the Formation of Odes and Sonnets. For what they call Recitative in Musick, is only a more tuneable speaking, it is a kind of Prose in Musick; its Beauty consists in coming near Nature, and in improving the natural Accents of Words by more Pathetick or Emphatical Tones. 

Persons Represented.

Jupiter.
Cadmus, King of Thebes.
Athamas, A Prince of Bœotia, in love with and design'd to marry Semele.
Somnus.
Apollo.
Cupid.
Zephyrs.
Loves.
Shepherds.
Satyrs.

Juno.
Iris.
Semele, Daughter to Cadmus, beloved by and in Love with Jupiter.
Ino, Sister to Semele, in Love with Athamas.
Shepherdesses.

Chief Priests of Juno, other Priests and Augurs.

SCENE BŒOTIA

S E M E L E

ACT  I.     SCENE  I.

The Scene is the Temple of Juno, near the Altar is a Golden Image of the Goddess. Priests are in their Solemnities, as after a Sacrifice newly offer'd: Flames arise from the Altar, and the Statue of Juno is seen to bow.

Cadmus, Athamas, Semele, and Ino.

1st Priest.

EHOLD! auspicious Flashes rise; Juno accepts our Sacrifice; The grateful Odour swift ascends, And see, the Golden Image bends.

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Cad. Daughter, obey,
  Hear, and obey.
  With kind Consenting
  Ease a Parent's Care;
  Invent no new Delay.
Atha. O hear a faithful Lover's pray'r;
  On this auspicious Day
Invent no new Delay.
Cad. and Atha.  Hear, and obey;
  Invent no new Delay
  On this auspicious Day.
Seme. [apart.] Ah me!
  What Refuge now is left me?
  How various, how tormenting,
  Are my Miseries!
  O Jove assist me,
  Can Semele forgo thy Love,
  And to a Mortal's Passion yield?
  Thy Vengeance will o'ertake
  Such Perfidy.
If I deny, my Father's Wrath I fear.
O Jove, in Pity teach me which to chuse,
Incline me to comply, or help me to refuse.
Atha.  See, she blushing turns her Eyes:
  See, with Sighs her Bosom panting:
    If from Love those Sighs arise,
  Nothing to my Bliss is wanting.
    Hymen haste, thy Torch prepare,
  Love already his has lighted,
    One soft Sigh has cur'd Despair,
  And more than my past Pains requited.
Ino. Alas!  she yields,
  And has undone me:
  I can no longer hide my Passion;
  It must have Vent—
  Or inward burning
  ill consume me.
  O Athamas—
  I cannot utter it—
Atha.  On me fair Ino calls
  With mournful Accent,
  Her Colour fading,
  And her Eyes o'erflowing!
Ino.  O Semele!
Seme.  On me she calls,
  Yet seems to shun me!
  What would my Sister?
Speak—
  Ino.  Thou hast undone me.
  Cad.  Why dost thou thus untimely grieve,
    And all our solemn Rites prophane?
  Can he, or she, thy Woes relieve?
    Or I?  Of whom dost thou complain?
  Ino.  Of all; but all, I fear, in vain.
  Atha.  Can I thy woes relieve?
  Seme.  Can I asswage thy Pain?
  Cad. Atha. and Seme.  Of whom dost thou complain?
  Ino.  Of all; but all, I fear, in vain.

[It lightens, and Thunder is heard at a distance; then, a Noise of Rain; the Fire is suddenly extigush'd on the Altar: the Chief-Priest comes forward.

1st Priest.  Avert these Omens, all ye pow'rs!
  Some God averse our holy Rites controlls,
O'erwhelming with sudden Night, the Day expires!
  Ill-boding Thunder on the Right Hand rolls,
And Jove himself descends in Show'rs,
  To quench our late propitious Fires. Chorus of Priests.                   Avert these omens, all ye pow'rs!
2d Priest.  Again auspicious Flashes rise,
              Juno accepts our Sacrifice.

[Flames are again kindled on the Altar, and the Statue nods.

3d Priest.  Again the sickly Flame decaying dies:
Juno assents, but angry Jove denies.

[The Fire is again extinguish'd.

Atha.  [apart.]  Thy aid, Pronubial Juno, Athamas implores.
Seme. [apart.]  Thee Jove, and thee alone, Semele adores.

[A loud Clap of Thunder; the Altar sinks.

1st Priest.  Cease, cease your vows, 'tis impious to proceed;
                   Be gone, and fly this holy Place with Speed:
                   This dreadful Conflict is of dire Presage;
                   Be gone, and fly from Jove's impending Rage.

[All but the Priests come forward.  The Scene closes on the Priests, and shews to View the Front and Outside of the Temple.  Cadmus leads off Semele, Attendants follow.  Athamas and Ino remain.

 
 

SCENE  II.

  Atha.  O Athamas, what Torture hast thou born!
  And O, what hast thou yet to bear!
From Love, from Hope, from near Possession torn,
  And plung'd at once in deep Despair.
  Ino.  Turn, hopeless Lover, turn thy eyes,
    And see a Maid bemoan,
  In flowing Tears and aking Sighs,
    Thy Woes, too like her own.
  Atha.  She weeps!
             The gentle Maid, in tender pity,
             Weeps to behold my Misery!
             So Semele wou'd melt
             To see another mourn.
Such unavailing Mercy is in Beauty found,
    Each Nymph bemoans the Smart
    Of every bleeding Heart,
But where she herself inflicts the Wound.
  Ino.    Ah me, too much afflicted!
  Atha.  Can pity for another's Pain
             Cause such Anxiety!
  Ino.     Cou'dst thou but guess
             What I endure!
             Or cou'd I tell thee—
             Thou, Athamas,
             Wou'dst for a while
             Thy Sorrows cease, a little cease,
             And listen for a while
             To my Lamenting.
  Atha.  Of Grief too sensible
             I know your tender Nature.
             Well I remember,
             When I oft haue su'd
             To cold, disdainful Semele;
  When I with Scorn have been rejected;
    Your tuneful Voice my Tale would tell,
      In Pity of my sad Despair;
    And, with sweet Melody, compel
      Attention from the flying Fair.
  Ino.  Too well I see
          Thou wilt not understand me.
          Whence cou'd proceed such Tenderness?
          Whence such compassion?
           Insensible! Ingrate!
          Ah no, I cannot blame thee:
  For by effects unknown before
  Who cou'd the hidden cause explore?
Or think that Love cou'd act so strange a Part,
To plead for Pity in a Rival's Heart.
  Atha.  Ah me, what have I heard!
             She does her Passion own.
  Ino.    What, had I not despair'd,
             You never shou'd have known.
        You've undone me;
             Look not on me;
             Guilt upbraiding,
             Shame invading;
             Look not on me;
       You've undone me.
  Atha. With my Life I wou'd attone
            Pains you've born, to me unknown.
              Cease, cease to shun me.
  Ino.   Look not on me;
       You've undone me.
  Atha. Cease, cease to shun me:
            Love, love alone
            Has both undone.
  Ino, Atha.  Love, love alone
                   Has both undone.
 
 

SCENE  III.

[To them] Enter Cadmus attended.

 

SCENE  IV.

Enter to them the Chief-Priest, with Augurs and other Priests.

The Scene is a pleasant Country, the Prospect is terminated by a Beautiful Mountain adorn'd with Woods and Water-falls. Juno and Iris descend in different Machines. Juno in a chariot drawn by Peacocks; Iris on a Rainbow; they alight and meet.

  Juno. IRIS, impatient of thy Stay,
            From Samos have I wing'd my Way,
                To meet thy slow Return;
                Thou know'st what Cares infest
                    My anxious Breast,
  And how with Rage and Jealousie I burn:
        Then why this long Delay?
  Iris. With all his Speed not yet the Sun
          Thro' half his Race has run,
  Since I to execute thy dread Command
          Have thrice encompass'd Seas and Land.
  Juno. Say, where is Semele's Abode?
          'Till that I know,
      Tho' thou hadst on Lightning rode,
      Still thou tedious art and slow.
  Iris. Look where Citheron proudly stands,
         Bœotia parting from Cecropian lands.
High on the Summit of that Hill, 
Beyond the Reach of Mortal Eyes,
By Jove's Command, and Vulcan's Skill,
Behold a new-erected Palace rise.

There from mortal Cares retiring,
      She resides in sweet Retreat;
On her Pleasure, Jove requiring,
      All the Loves and Graces wait.

         Thither Flora the Fair
         With her Train must repair,
   Her amorous Zephyr attending,
         All her sweets she must bring
         To continue the Spring,
   Which never must there know and Ending.

         Bright Aurora, 'tis said,
         From her old Lover's bed
   No more the grey Orient adorning,
         For the future must rise 
         From the fair Semele's eyes,
And wait 'till she wakes for the Morning.

  Juno. No more—I'll hear no more.
            How long must I endure?— 
            How long with Indignations burning,
            From impious Mortals
            Bear this insolence!
            Awake Saturnia from thy Lethargy;
            Seize, destroy the curst Adulteress.
            Scale proud Citheron's Top:
            Snatch her, tear her in thy Fury,
            And down, down to the Flood of Acheron
            Let her fall, let her fall, fall, fall: 
            Rolling down to the Depths of Night,
            Never more to behold the Light.
                If I am own'd above,
                Sister and Wife of Jove;
       (Sister at least I sure may claim,
       Tho' Wife be a neglected name.)
If I th'Imperial Scepter sway—I sware
By Hell—
Tremble thou Universe this Oath to hear,
Not one of curst Agenor's Race to spare.
  Iris. Hear, mighty Queen, while I recount
         What Obstacles you must surmount;
         With Adamant the Gates are barr'd,
         Whose Entrance tow fierce Dragons guard:
At each approach they lash their forky Stings,
           And clap their brazen Wings:
     And as their scaly Horrours rise,
           They all at once disclose
           A thousand fiery Eyes,
           Which never know Repose.
J  uno. Hence Iris, hence away, 
            Far from the realms of Day;
O'er Scythian Hills to the Meotian Lake
            A speedy Flight we'll take:
            There Somnus I'll compell
His downy bed to leave and silent Cell:
With Noise and Light I willhis Peace molest,
Nor shall he sink again to pleasing Rest,
'Till to my vow'd Revenge he grants Supplies,
And seals with Sleep the wakeful Dragon's Eyes.                            [They ascend.
 
 

The Scene chages to an Apartment in the Palace of Semele; she is sleeping; Loves and Zephyrs waiting. 

  Cup. See, after the Toils of an amorous fight
Where weary and pleas'd, still panting she lies;
While yet in her Mind she repeats the Delight,
   How sweet is the Slumber that steals on her eyes!
      Come Zephyrs, come, while Cupid sings,
            Fan her with your silky wings;
                        New Desire
                        I'll inspire
                  And revive the dying Flames;
                       Dance around her,
                       While I wound her,
                  And with Pleasure fill her Dreams.
                  [A dance of Zephyrs, after which Semele awakes, and rises.
  Seme. O Sleep, why dost thou leave me?
              Why they visionary Joys remove?
            O Sleep again deceive me,
              To my Arms restore my wand'ring Love.
 
 

  Cup. Sleep forsaking, 
           Seize him waking;
          Love has sought him,
          Back has brought him;
        Mighty Jove tho' he be,
        And tho' Love cannot see,
          Yet by feeling about
          He has found him out,
          And has caught him.
  Seme. Let me not another Moment
Bear the Pangs of Absence.
Since you have form'd my Soul for Loving,
No more afflict me
With Doubts and Fears, and cruel Jealousie.
  Jupi. Lay your Doubts and Fears aside,
          And for Joys alone provide;
          Tho' this Human Form I wear,
          Think not I Man's falshood bear.
You are Mortal, and require
Time to rest and to respire. 
  Nor was I absent,
Tho' a while withdrawn,
To take Petitions
From the needy World.
While Love was with thee I was present;
Love and I are one.
  Seme.   If chearful Hopes
              And chilling Fears,
              Alternate Smiles, 
              Alternate Tears,
              Eager Panting,
              Fond Desiring,
           With Grief now fainting,
           Now with Bliss expiring;
           If this be Love, not you alone,
           But Love and I are one.
  Both. If this be Love, not you alone,
           But Love and I are one.
  Seme. Ah me!
  Jupi.  Why Sighs my Semele?
           What gentle Sorrow
           Swells thy soft Bosom?
           Why tremble those fair Eyes
           With interrupted Light?
           Where hov'ring for a Vent,
           Amidst their humid Fires,
           Some new-form'd Wish appears.
           Speak, and obtain.
  Seme. At my own Happiness
           I sigh and tremble;
           Mortals whom Gods affect
           Have narrow Limits set to Life,
           And cannot long be bless'd.
           Or if they could—
           A God may prove inconstant.
  Jupi.  Beware of Jealousie:
           Had Juno not been jealous, 
           I ne'er had left Olympus,
           Nor wander'd in my Love.
  Seme. With my Frailty don't upbraid me,
           I am Woman as you made me,
                Causeless doubting or despairing,
                Rashly trusting, idly fearing.
                If obtaining
                Still complaining;
                If consenting
                Still repenting;
                Most complying
                When denying.
                And to be follow'd, only flying.
          With my Frailty don't upbraid me,
           I am Woman as you made me.
  Jupi. Thy Sex of Jove's the Master-piece,
           Thou, of thy Sex, art most excelling.
           Frailty in thee is ornament,
           In thee Perfection.
           Giv'n to agitate the Mind,
           And keep awake Mens Passions;
           To banish Indolence,
           And dull Repose,
           The Foes of  Transport
           And of Pleasure.
  Seme. Still I am mortal,
           Still a Woman;
           And ever when you leave me,
           Tho' compass'd round with Deities
           Of Loves and Graces,
           A Fear invades me,
           And conscious of a Nature
           Far inferior,
           I seek for Solitude,
           And shun Society.
  Jupi. [apart.] Too well I read her Meaning,
           But must not understand her.
           Aiming at Immortality
           With dangerous Ambition,
           She wou'd dethrone Saturnia;
           And reigning in my Heart
           Would reign in Heav'n.
           Lest she too much explain,
           I must with Speed amuse her:
           It gives the Lover double pain,
           Who hears his Nymph complain,
           And hearing must refuse her.
  Seme. Why do you cease to gaze upon me?
           Why musing turn away?
             Some other Object
             Seems more pleasing.
  Jupi. Thy needless Fears remove.
          My fairest, latest, only Love.
             By my command, 
             Now at this instant,
             Two winged Zephyrs
             From her downy Bed
             Thy much-lov'd Ino bear;
             And both together
             Waft her hither
             Thro' the balmy Air.
  Seme. Shall I my Sister see!
             The dear Companion
             Of my tender Years.
  Jupi.   See, she appears,
             But sees not me;
             For I am visible
             Alone to thee.
  While I retire, rise and meet her,
  And with Welcomes greet her.
Now all this Scene shall to Arcadia turn,
  The Seat of happy Nymphs and Swains;
There without the Rage of Jealousie they burn,
And taste the Sweets of Love without its Pains.
 
 

Jupiter retires. Semele and Ino meet and embrace. The Scene is totally changed, and shews an open Country. Several Shepherds and Shepherdesses enter. Semele and Ino having entertain'd each other in dumb Shew, sit and observe the Rural Sports, which end the second Act.
 
 

The Scene is the Cave of Sleep. The God of Sleep lying on his Bed. A soft Symphony is heard. Then the Musick changes to a diiferent Movement.

  Juno. SOMNUS, awake,
        Raise thy reclining Head;
  Iris. Thyself forsake,
     And lift up thy heavy Lids of Lead.
  Som. [waking.] Leave me, loathsome Light;
             Receive me, silent Night.
Lethe, why does thy lingering Current cease?
O murmur, murmur me again to Peace.    [sinks down again.
  Iris. Dull God, can'st thou attend the Waters fall,
             And not hear Saturnia call!
  Juno.   Peace, Iris, Peace, I know how to charm him:
             Pasithea's Name alone can warm him.
  Juno, Iris. Only love on sleep has pow'r;
               O'er gods and men
               Tho' Somnus reign,
             Love alternate has his hour.
  Juno.  Somnus, arise,
             Disclose thy tender eyes;
             For Pasithea's Sight
             Endure the Light:
             Somnus, arise.
  Som. [rising.] More sweet is that Name
             Than a soft purling Stream;
             With Pleasure Repose I'll forsake,
             If you'll grant me but her to sooth me awake.
  Juno.  My Will obey,
             She shall be thine.
             Thou with thy softer Pow'rs
             First Jove shalt captivate,
             To Morpheus then give Order,
             Thy various Minister,
             That with a Dream in Shape of Semele,
             But far more beautiful,
             And more alluring,
             He may invade the sleeping Deity;
             And more to agitate
             His kindling Fire,
             Still let the Phantom seem
             To fly before him,
             That he may wake impetuous,
             Furious in Desire;
             Unable to refuse whatever Boon
             Her Coyness shall require.
  Som.   I tremble to comply.
  Juno.  To me thy leaden Rod resign,
             To charm the Centinels
             On Mount Citheron;
             Then cast a Sleep on mortal Ino,
             That I may seem her Form to wear
             When I to Semele appear.
             Obey my Will, thy Rod resign,
             And Pasithea shall be thine.
  Som.  All I must grant, for all is due
             To Pasithea, Love, and you.
  Juno.  Away let us haste,
             Let neither have rest,
             'Till the sweetest of Pleasures we prove;
               'Till of Vengeance possess'd
               I doubly am bless'd,
               And thou art made happy in Love. [Ex. Juno and Iris.
  [Somnus retires within his Cave, the Scene changes to Semele's Apartment.
 
 

  Seme. I love and am lov'd, yet more I desire;
            Ah, how foolish a Thing is Fruition!
            As one Passion cools. some other takes Fire,
            And I'm still in a longing Condition.
                        Whate'er I possess
                        Soon seems an Excess.
            For something untry'd I petition;
                        Tho' daily I prove
                        The Pleasures of love,
            I die for the Joys of Ambition.
 
 

  Juno [apart.] Thus shaped like Ino.
            With Ease I shall deceive her,
            And in this Mirrour she shall see
            Herself as much transform'd as me.
            Do I some Goddess see!
            Or is it Semele?
  Seme. Dear Sister, speak,
            Whence this Astonishment?
  Juno. Your Charms improving
            To Divine Perfection,
            Shew you were late admitted
            Amongst Celestial Beauties.
            Has Jove consented?
            And are you made Immortal?
  Seme. Ah no, I still am Mortal;
            Nor am I sensible
            Of any Change or new Perfection.
  Juno [giving her the Glass.] Behold in this Mirrour
              Whence comes my Surprize;
              Such Lustre and Terror
              Unite in your Eyes,
That mine cannot fix on a Radiance so bright;
'Tis unsafe for the Sense, and too slipp'ry for sight.
  Seme. [looking in the Glass.]
    O Ecstacy of Happiness!
    Celestial Graces
    I discover in each Feature!
            Myself I shall adore,
            If I persist in gazing;
            No Object sure before
            Was ever half so pleasing.
    How did that Glance become me!
    But take this flatt'ring Mirror from me.
      Yet once again let me view me.
            Ah charming all o'er!

  Jupi. Come to my Arms, my lovely fair,
          Soothe my uneasie Care:
          In my Dream late I woo'd thee,
          And in vain I pursu'd thee,
               For you fled from my Pray'r,
               And bid me despair.
          Come to my Arms, my lovely Fair.
  Seme. Tho' 'tis easie to please ye,
               And hard to deny;
          Tho' Possessing's a Blessing
               For which I could die,
          I dare not, I cannot comply.
  Jupi. When I languish with Anguish,
               And tenderly sigh,
          Can you leave me, deceive me,
               And scornfully fly?
          Ah fear not, you must not deny.
  Seme. Jupi. I dare not, I must not comply.
    Ah fear not; you must not deny.
  Jupi. O Semele,
          Why art thou thus insensible?
          Were I a Mortal,
          Thy barbarous disdaining
          Would surely end me,
          And Death at my Complaining
          In Pity would befriend me.
  Seme. I ever am granting,
               You always complain;
          I always am wanting,
               Yet never obtain.
  Jupi. Speak, speak, your Desire,
          I'm all over Fire.
          Say what you require,
          I'll grant it—now let us retire.
  Seme. Swear by the Stygian Lake.
  Jupi. By that tremendous Flood I swear,
          Ye Stygian waters hear,
          And thou Olympus shake,
          In witness to the oath I take.

  Jupi. Ah! whither is she gone! unhappy Fair!
Why did she wish?—Why did I rashly swear?
                    'Tis past, 'tis past Recall.
                    She must a Victim fall.
          Anon, when I appear
          The mighty Thunderer,
          Arm'd with inevitable Fire,
          She must needs instantly expire.
                    'Tis past, 'tis past Recall.
                    She must a Victim fall.
          My softest Lightning yet I'll try,
          And mildest melting Bolt apply:
          In vain—for she was fram'd to prove
          None but the lambent Flames of Love.
          'Tis past, 'tis past Recall.
          She must a Victim fall.
 
 

  Juno. Above measure
          Is the Pleasure
  Which my Revenge supplies.
                    Love's a Bubble
                    Gain'd with Trouble:
          And in possessing dies.
With what joy shall I mount to my Heav'n again,
  At once from my Rival and Jealousie freed!
The Sweets of Revenge make it worth while to reign,
  And Heav'n will hereafter be Heav'n indeed.                                     [She ascends.
 
 

The Scene opening discovers Semele lying under a Canopy, leaning pensively. While a mournful Symphony is playing she looks up and sees Jupiter descending in a black Cloud; the motion of the Cloud is slow. Flashes of lightning issue from either side, and thunder is heard grumbling in the air.

  Seme. Ah me! too late I now repent
          My Pride and impious Vanity.
He comes! far off his Lightnings scorch me.
—I feel my Life consuming:
I burn, I burn—I faint—for Pity I implore—

  O help, O help—I can no more. [Dies.
[As the Cloud which contains Jupiter is arrived just over the Canopy of Semele, a sudden and great Flash of Lightning breaks forth, and a Clap of loud Thunder is heard; when at one instant Semele with the Palace and the whole present Scene disappear, and Jupiter re-ascends swiftly. The Scene totally changed represents a pleasant Country, Mount Citheron closing the Prospect.
 
 

          Ino. Of my ill boding Dream
                 Behold the dire Event.
  Cad., Atha. O Terror and Astonishment!
  Ino.  How I was hence remov'd,
          Or hither how return'd, I know not:
          So long a Trance whith-held me.
          But Hermes in a vision told me
            (As I have now related)
            The Fate of Semele;
          And added, as from me he fled,
          That Jove ordain'd I Athamas should wed.
  Cad. Be Jove in every thing obey'd.
  Atha. Unworthy of your Charms, myself I yield;
          Be Jove's Commands and yours fulfill'd.
  Cad. See from above the bellying Clouds descend,
          And big with some new Wonder this way tend.
 
 

Apollo. Apollo comes to relieve your Care,
            And future Happiness declare.
From Tyrannous Love all your Sorrows proceed,
From Tyrannous Love you shall quickly be freed.
From Semele's Ashes a Phænix shall rise,
The Joy of this earth, and Delight of the skies:
            A God he shall prove
            More mighty than Love,
        And a Sovereign Juice shall invent,
            Which Antidote pure
            The sick Lover shall cure,
        And Sighing and Sorrow for ever prevent.
Then Mortals be merry, and scorn the Blind Boy;
Your Hearts from his Arrows strong Wine shall defend:
Each Day and each Night you shall revel in Joy,
For when Bacchus is born, Love's Reign's at an end.

Then Mortals be merry, etc.

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