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Show ig The FAIR PENITENT. Cat. T is the Day In wlrch m y Father gave m y Hand to Altamont; As fuch I will remember it for ever. Enter Sciolto, Horatio, and Lavinia. Set. Let Mirth go on, let Pleafure know no Paufe, But fill up every Minute of this Day. 'Tis yours, m y Clvldren, facred to you: Loves 5 T h e glorious Sun himfelf for you looks gay. H e fiiihes for Altamont^ and for Calfta. Let there be Mufick, let the Mafter touch T h e fprightly Srring, and foftly-breathing Flute, 'Till wTarmony roufe ev'ry gentle PafTion, Teach the Cold Maid to loiV her Fears in Love, And the flrrcr Youth to langu'fh at her Feet. Begin ; ev'n Age itfelf 's chear'd with Mufick, Ir wakes a g b d Remembrance of our Youth, Calk back our Joys, and svarms us into Tranfport. f Here an Entertainmtnt of Mufick^ and D«WMJ SONG. By Mr. C 0 NG R E VE. I. A Hjfay! ah turn! ah whether ivitt you fly, Toe charming too rele/.tlejs Mind*. / fel'ov nit to cmautr^ hut to die-, Xon of tht tearful are afraia. II. *- vain I call; for foe, like fleeting Air, jf/ren pri.fi my fome t.tmpejiuous Wind, flies fwifter from the Voice of my Defpair', Nor cafts one f'tty.ng Loo!^ behind, Sci. Take care my Gates be open, bid all welcome; h\\ w h o rejoice with m e to-day are Friends: * The FAIR PENITENT. 19 Let each indulge his Genius, each be glad, Jocund and free, fwell the Feaft with Mirth. The fprightly Bowl /hall chearfully go round, None fhall be grave, nor too feverely wife ; LolTes and Difappomtments, Cares and Poverty, The rich Manrs Infolence, and great Man's Scorn, In Wine fhall be forgotten all. To-morrow Will be too fcon to think, and to be wretched. Oh! grant, ye Powers, that I may fee thefe happy, [Pointing to Alt. and Cal, Compleatly b*eft, and I have Life enough; And leave the reft indifferently to Fate.^ [Exeunt. Manet Horatio. Hor. What if, while all are here intent on revell-nff, I privately went forth, and fought Lothario f This Letter may be foreM ; perhaps the Wantonnefs Or h:s vain Youth, to ftain a Lady's Fame; I'crhaps his Malice fo difturb m y Friend. Oh no.' my Heart forebodes it muft be true. Merhoughr ev'n now I mark'd the Starts of Guiff, That fhook her Soul; tho' damn'd D Emulation A Z h"d a i k though*, and fet to publick View A fpec.ous Face ot Innocence and Beauty. •Oh rahe Appearance! What is all our Sovere?«nt7 £ bS bn ".c*«fiKh » hrav'n y Face W g , m ' W"h the « M » » din her wretched [Exit. B 2 SCENE |