ACT II.

CONCERTO, Violoncello. Mr. REINAGLE.

DUETT. Miss BOLTON and Mr. ELLIOTT.

Haste, my Nannette, my lovely maid,
Haste to the bower thy swain has made;
For thee alone I made the bower,

And strew'd the couch with many a flower.
None but my sheep shall near us come;
Venus be prais'd, my sheep are dumb.
Great God of love, take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock.
Guard thou the sheep to her so dear;
My own, alas! are less my care.
But of the wolf if thou'rt afraid,
Come not to us to call for aid:

For with her swain my love shall stay,
Tho' the wolf stroll, and the sheep stray.

Travers.

OVERTURE to Lodoiska.

Kreutzer.

GLEE. Miss BOLTON, Master CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and ELLIOTT.

Lord Mornington.

Here, in cool grot and mossy cell,

We rural fays and fairies dwell;

Tho' rarely seen by mortal eye,
When the pale moon, ascending high,
Darts thro' yon limes her quiv'ring beams,
We frisk it near those chrystal streams.
Her beams reflected from the wave,
Afford the light our revels crave;
The turf, with daisies border'd o'er,
Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor;
Nor yet for artful strains we call,
But listen to the water fall.

SONG. Mr. ELLIOTT.

There the silver'd waters roam,

And wanton o'er th' unsteady sand,
Spangling with their starry foam,

The tow'ring cliff that guards the land.
There the screaming sea bird flits,
Dips in the wave his dusky form;

Or on a rocky turret sits,

Th' exulting dæmon of the storm.

There, as village legends tell,

Many a shipwreck'd seaman's ghost Listens to the distant knell,

When midnight glooms the fatal coast.

Storace.

SCENA. Miss BOLTON.

Deep in this vault of everlasting gloom

Bishop.

The frowning emblem of the shadowy tomb,
Far from the cheerful world, the glowing day,
Must Eloisa mourn her life away.

And still to weep beside her lover's urn
Must Eloisa leave her lonely bed;

'Mid cold and gloom the bosom fires will burn,
And love will last till life itself be fled.

Then, guardian saints, O speed the closing hour, When black despair shall lose his penal pow'r; When heaven's glad trump shall sound my march on high,

And hail my spirit in her native sky.

CHORUS.

Handel,

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.

While o'er thy cheek, desponding maid,

The tear of sorrow hangs so pale;

Why mov'st thou towards the mournful shade?
Why stray thy steps to yonder vale?
Where, rapt in love's delightful dream,
We sang beneath the fairy glade;
When trembling o'er the silver stream
The yellow moon-beams form'd shade.

Thy lover, at the wonted hour,

Chides not thy stay with tender haste; His gentle form in yonder bower

Is now to earth's cold pillow prest:

Pale as the flower, whose snowy bell
Hangs weeping near the winding wave;
He lies in yonder lonely vale-
He sleeps in yonder dewy grave.

With tender songs to soothe his shade,
The muses throng'd around his bier;
On yonder shrine pale pity bled,

And friendship shed her warmest tear:
And still his fate the tear will move,
While virtue lives his worth to own,
Whose heart was the abode of love,

And meek compassion's tender throne.

SIMPHONY.

Bach.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire:
And the peeping sun-beams now
Paint with gold the village spire.

Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng,
On the white emblossom'd spray;
Nature's universal song

Echoes to the rising day.

3th CONCERTO.

Webbe.

Corelli.