Sung in my Play, call'd the Richmond Heiress, by Mr. Leveridge and Mrs. Lynsey; Set to Musick by Mr. Henry Purcell. In Orph. Britan.
He. BEhold, behold the Man that with Gigantick Might,
Dares, dares, dares Combat Heav'n again;
Storm Joves bright Palace, put the Gods to flight;
Chaos renew, and make perpetual Night;
Come on, come on, come on ye Fighting, Fighting Fools,
Come on, come on, come on ye Fighting, Fighting Fools,
That petty, petty Jars maintain,
That petty, petty Jars maintain;
I've all, all the Wars of Europe,
All the Wars of Europe in my Brain,
I've all, all, all the Wars of Europe in my Brain.
She. Who's he that talks of War?
When charming, charming Beauty comes,
Whose sweet, sweet, sweet Face divinely Fair,
Eternal pleasure, eternal pleasure, eternal pleasure blooms;
When I appear, the Martial, Martial God a conquer'd Victim lyes;
Obeys each glance, each awful Nod,
And dreads the lightning of my killing Eyes;
More, more than the fiercest, the fiercest,
The fiercest Thunder in the Skies.
He. Ha! ha! now, now, now, now we mount up high,
Now, now we mount up high,
The Sun's bright God and I,
Charge, charge, charge on the Azure,
Charge on the Azure downs of ample Sky.
