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Handel
Acis and Galatea
English
Synposis
Title page
Libretto

 
 
Sinfonia
 
Chorus
O the pleasure of the plains!
Happy nymphs and happy swains,
Harmless, merry, free and gay,
Dance and sport the hours away.
For us the zephyr blows,
For us distills the dew,
For us unfolds the rose,
And flow’rs display their hue.
For us the winters rain,
For us the summers shine,
Spring swells for us the grain,
And autumn bleeds the vine.
O the pleasure ...
 
Recitative
Galatea
Ye verdant plains and woody mountains,
Purling streams and bubbling fountains,
Ye painted glories of the field,
Vain are the pleasures which we yield;
Too thin the shadow of the grove,
Too faint the gales, too cool my love.
 
Air
Galatea
Hush, ye pretty warbling choir!
Your thrilling strains
Awake my pains,
And kindle fierce desire.
Cease your song, and take your flight,
Bring back my Acis to my sight!
Hush, ye pretty ...
 
Air
Acis
Where shall I seek the charming fair?
Direct the way, kind genius of the mountains!
O tell me, if you saw my dear,
Seeks she the groves, or bathes in crystal fountains?
Where shall I seek ...
 
Recitative
Damon
Stay, shepherd, stay!
See, how thy flocks in yonder valley stray!
What means this melancholy air?
No more thy tuneful pipe we hear.
 
Air
Damon
Shepherd, what art thou pursuing?
Heedless running to thy ruin;
Share our joy, our pleasure share!
Leave thy passion till tomorrow,
Let the day be free from sorrow,
Free from love, and free from care!
Shepherd ...
 
Recitative
Acis
Lo! hear my love! Turn Galatea, hither turn thine eyes;
See, at thy feet the longing Acis lies!
 
Air
Acis
Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love on her lips is straying
And warbling in her breath!
Love on her breast sits panting,
And swells with soft desire;
No grace no charm is wanting,
To set the heart on fire.
Love in her eyes ...
 
Recitative
Galatea
Oh! didst thou know the pains of absent love,
Acis would ne’er from Galatea rove.
 
Air
Galatea
As when the dove
Laments her love,
All on the naked spray;
When he returns,
No more she mourns,
But love the live-long day.
Billing, cooing,
Panting, wooing,
Melting murmurs fill the grove,
Melting murmurs, lasting love.
As when ...
 
Duet
Galatea and Acis
Happy we!
What joys I feel!
What charms I see!
Of all youth, thou dearest boy!
Of all nymphs, thou brightest fair!
Thou all my bliss, thou all my joy!
Happy we!
 
Chorus
Wretched lovers! Fate has passed
This sad decree: no joy shall last.
Wretched lovers, quit your dream!
Behold the monster Polypheme!
See what ample strides he takes!
The mountain nods, the forest shakes:
The waves run frightened to the shores:
Hark, how the thund’ring giant roars!
 
Recitative
Polyphemus
I rage, I melt, I burn!
The feeble god has stabb’d me to the heart.
Thou, trusty pine,
Prop of my god-like steps, I lay thee by!
Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth,
To make a pipe for my capacious mouth;
In soft enchanting accents let me breathe
Sweet Galatea’s beauty, and my love.
 
Air
Polyphemus
O ruddier than the cherry,
O sweeter than the berry,
O nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!
Ripe as the melting cluster,
No lily has such lustre;
Yet hard to tame
As raging flame
And fierce as storms that bluster!
O ruddier ...
 
Recitative
Polyphemus
Whither, fairest, art thou running,
Still my warm embraces shunning?
Galatea
The lion calls not to his prey,
Nor bids the wolf the lambkin stay.
Polyphemus
Thee, Polyphemus, great as Jove,
Calls to empire and to love,
To his palace in the rock,
To his dairy, to his flock,
To the grape of purple hue,
To the plum of glossy blue,
Wildings, which expecting stand,
Proud to be gather’d by thy hand.
Galatea
Of infant limbs to make my food,
And swill full draughts of human blood!
Go, monster! bid some other guest:
I loathe the host, I loathe the feast!
 
Air
Polyphemus
Cease to beauty to be suing,
Ever whining love disdaining.
Let the brave their aims pursuing,
Still be conq’ring, not complaining.
Cease to beauty ...
 
Recitative
Acis
His hideous love provokes my rage;
Weak as I am, I must engage!
Inspir’d with thy victorious charms,
The god of love will lend his arms.
 
Air
Acis
Love sounds th’alarm,
And fear is a flying!
When beauty’s the prize,
What mortal fears dying?
In defence of my treasure,
I’d bleed at each vein;
Without her no pleasure
For life is a pain.
 
Air
Damon
Consider, fond shepherd,
How fleeting’s the pleasure,
That flatters our hopes
In pursuit of the fair!
The joys that attend it,
By moments we measure,
But life is too little
To measure our care.
 
Recitative
Galatea
Cease, O cease, thou gentle youth,
Trust my constancy and truth,
Trust my truth, and pow’rs above,
The pow’rs propitious still to love!
 
Trio
Galatea, Acis
The flocks shall leave the mountains,
The woods the turtle dove,
The nymphs forsake the fountains,
Ere I forsake my love!
Polyphemus
Torture! fury! rage! despair!
I cannot, cannot bear!
Galatea, Acis
Not show’rs to larks so pleasing,
Not sunshine to the bee,
Not sleep to toil so easing,
As these dear smiles to me.
Polyphemus
Fly swift, thou massy ruin, fly!
Die, presumptuous Acis, die!
 
 
Recitative
Acis
Help, Galatea! help ye parent gods!
And take me dying to your deep abodes.
 
Chorus
Mourn, all ye muses! weep all ye swains!
Tune your reeds to doleful strains!
Groans, cries and howlings fill the neighb’ring shore:
Ah, the gentle Acis is no more!
 
Solo and Chorus
Galatea
Must I my Acis still bemoan,
Inglorious crush’d beneath that stone?
Chorus
Cease, Galatea, cease to grieve!
Bewail not whom thou canst relieve.
Galatea
Must the lovely charming youth
Die for his constancy and truth?
Chorus
Call forth thy pow’r, employ thy art,
The goddess soon can heal thy smart.
Galatea
Say what comfort you can find?
For dark despair o’erclouds my mind.
 
Recitative
Galatea
‘Tis done: thus I exert my pow’r divine;
Be thou immortal, tho’ thou art not mine!
 
Air
Galatea
Heart, the seat of soft delight,
Be thou now a fountain bright!
Purple be no more thy blood,
Glide thou like a crystal flood.
Rock, thy hollow womb disclose!
The bubbling fountain, lo! it flows;
Through the plains he joys to rove,
Murm’ring still his gentle love.
 
Chorus
Galatea, dry thy tears,
Acis now a god appears!
See how he rears him from his bed,
See the wreath that binds his head.
Hail thou gentle murm’ring stream,
Shepherds pleasure, muses’ theme!
Through the plains still joy to rove,
Murm’ring still thy gentle love.
 

 


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