Bacchus Festival,
OR, A
NEW MEDLEY
BEING
A Musical Representation at the Entertainment of his EXCELLENCY
THE
Lord General Monck.
At VINTNERS-HALL, April 12. 1660.
Bacchus enters attended by four Drawers, a French-man, Spaniard, German, and Greek.
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ROuze then my soul, from that dull sottish Lethargy
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thou late didst lye;
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Call home thy spirits, let this Genial day
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Be sacrific'd in mirth; Let full and crowned Bowls
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proclaim our jovial souls,
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And let us cast all pining cares away:
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Since thou brave GEORGE hast us redeem'd from sleepie slavery;
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hast ruin'd those
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who were our foes,
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And scorn'd our Deity.
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Sure there must something in thee be which is divine:
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since thou hast thus
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restored us,
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And water turn'd to wine.
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Those flegmatick, yet frantick rascals which of late
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did rend the State,
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And with their small-beer Heresies confound
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Our peace and wellfare; are by thee, thy Countries friend
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brought to deserved end;
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And now the Nations hopes are almost crown'd.
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This justly may our after ages all convince,
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that he who slights
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God Bacchus rites,
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------ Turns Traitor to his Prince.
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But he must a good Patriot be, who will his veins replenish
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with Cyprian black,
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or golden Sack,
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Or the rein-searching Rhenish.
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Come then my jolly Boies, this Hero here present
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with our gifts sent,
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Or from the Gallick, or Iberian shore:
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That so unto our utmost power we may show
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the praise we owe
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In our own sphere; since we can do no more.
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For Sir, both gods and men will freely now confess
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you have our Laws,
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our Faith, our Cause
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------ Restor'd to happiness.
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There yet remains behind one truly grateful thing,
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which is that you
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give Cesar h's due,
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------ And help us to our King.
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FRENCHMAN Speaks.
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By God Bacchus order I here you present
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with a Cup of Apollo's own Nectar;
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'Tis the drink of the gods, and I dare lay you ods
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make you most bravely conjecture
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What the Nation greedily longs for,
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and to what its thoughts are thus bent;
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That you would restore, and we may have once more,
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our King and Parliament.
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Chorus Here's the white or the red, take both as your due,
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For our blood and our brains we must both owe to you.
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SPANIARD.
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Stand by fond foolish Monsieur, let me come,
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Who am the onely man in Christendome.
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As for your Countrey-men, they're antick,
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Their Wine's for nothing but to make men frantick.
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But Sir, you may be sure this Glass contains
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What will inspire you with AEtherial strains.
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Chorus, good Canary onely makes men sing,
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And truly stand for Countrey, God and King.
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GERMAN.
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Nay then amongst the rest,
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Let me present a Test
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Both of my Wine and Soul,
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Which freely in this Bowl
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I hear do dedicate,
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And that you may it rate
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At its due worth, and so
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Its virtues truly know.
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Chorus, 'Twill purge out all infectious Blood, and render
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You still more strong to be the States Defender.
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To this is that alone which now must ease
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This nation of its luke-warm disease,
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Recruit our vitals, and new propagate
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A lasting peace between our Church and State.
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This Sir, will free us from the poysonous taint,
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Lurks in the faint heart of our wall-ey'd saint.
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Chorus make us freely to rejoice and pray,
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To see our Charles's Coronation Day.
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