Fairy of the Lake, The - Scene 1
ACT. II. SCENE I.
Lynn Savadan; or, Langorse Pool, by Moonlight.
A Dance of Fairies . 1. Fairy.
While the Moon with silver sheen
Spangles o'er Savadan's Lake,
Fairies to the margent green
Haste from grotto, bower, and brake,
And in our lunar rites partake. Chorus.
Elves from grotto, bower, and brake, 1. Fa.
Frisk it! 2. Fa. Frisk it! 3. Fa. Frisk it! Ch.
Frisk it round the silver lake. 1. Fa.
Nor ye who, in your golden boat,
The water-lily, love to float,
Chacing oft, with merry Lay,
The beams that o'er the rippling surface play,
These our lunar rites forsake. Sem. cho.
Elves from grotto, bower, and brake —
Fays that skim Savadan's lake — 1. Fa.
Ever gay. 2. Fa. While ye may. 1. Fa.
Trip it. 2. Fa. Trip it! 3. Fa. Trip away! Cho.
Join the dance, and join the lay. 2. Fa.
Flowers opprest by noontide heat
Let the breath of Fragrance cheer,
And as we brush with nimble feet,
Blights and Mildews disappear,
And all that taint the vernal year. Sem. cho.
Disappear! — Disappear! — Disappear! — 1. Fa.
As we whisk it! 2. Fa. Frisk it! 3. Fa. Whisk it! 1. Fa.
Whisk it! frisk it! Frisk it! whisk it — Cho.
Let the breath of Fragrance cheer
The vernal year.
T HE L ADY OF THE L AKE rises on a Throne of Spars and Coral, in a car, or water chariot, drawn by Swans .
Lady . Enough, ye elves and fairies! — ye who ride
The lunar beam, or on the surface skim,
Buoyant, of lake or rill, or thro mid air
Bestride the gossamer; and ye who lurk
Beneath my bordering flow'rets, or the leaves
Of pensile shrubs, that from Savadan's marge
Inhale their freshness. Well have ye perform'd
Your modest functions, from the irriguous haunts,
Chacing the Sterrile Fiend, and all the rout
That hurt with aguish spells, that neither blight,
Canker, nor smut, thro all my favourite bowers,
Infect nor worm appears, of power to mar
The buds of vernal promise. 'Tis enough.
Now other cares invite; and other fears
Swell in my anxious bosom. Arthur's fate
Hangs on the tremulous balance.
From coral groves and spar-encrusted dome,
Where, enthron'd in virgin pride,
O'er their secret urns preside
The sedg'd-crown'd sisters fair,
Who make the sylvan lakes their care,
I come.
For deep in that sequester'd home.
The voice of Anguish pierc'd my ear,
From Lunvey's echoing groves.
There where hostile spells surrounding
(All his rising hopes confounding)
Rack his soul with pangs severe —
There — ah! there —
Mourning — — — pining —
Every blissful thought resigning —
There bewilder'd Arthur roves.
For him I grieve,
For him my coral grots I leave,
Yoke my white swans, and breathe this terrene air.
Haste ye Fairies, haste ye then —
Search the woodland, search the glen.
For deeds of love forego your vagrant sport,
And in my secret grotto make report. Cho.
Mistress, you shall be obey'd. 1. Fa.
Sisters each your province take:
Mount the breeze, or skim the lake:
Thrid with care the leasy shade. 2. F.
Frisk it! 3. F. Whisk it! 4. F. Trip it! 5. F. Flit it! Cho.
Mistress you shall be obey'd.
Lynn Savadan; or, Langorse Pool, by Moonlight.
A Dance of Fairies . 1. Fairy.
While the Moon with silver sheen
Spangles o'er Savadan's Lake,
Fairies to the margent green
Haste from grotto, bower, and brake,
And in our lunar rites partake. Chorus.
Elves from grotto, bower, and brake, 1. Fa.
Frisk it! 2. Fa. Frisk it! 3. Fa. Frisk it! Ch.
Frisk it round the silver lake. 1. Fa.
Nor ye who, in your golden boat,
The water-lily, love to float,
Chacing oft, with merry Lay,
The beams that o'er the rippling surface play,
These our lunar rites forsake. Sem. cho.
Elves from grotto, bower, and brake —
Fays that skim Savadan's lake — 1. Fa.
Ever gay. 2. Fa. While ye may. 1. Fa.
Trip it. 2. Fa. Trip it! 3. Fa. Trip away! Cho.
Join the dance, and join the lay. 2. Fa.
Flowers opprest by noontide heat
Let the breath of Fragrance cheer,
And as we brush with nimble feet,
Blights and Mildews disappear,
And all that taint the vernal year. Sem. cho.
Disappear! — Disappear! — Disappear! — 1. Fa.
As we whisk it! 2. Fa. Frisk it! 3. Fa. Whisk it! 1. Fa.
Whisk it! frisk it! Frisk it! whisk it — Cho.
Let the breath of Fragrance cheer
The vernal year.
T HE L ADY OF THE L AKE rises on a Throne of Spars and Coral, in a car, or water chariot, drawn by Swans .
Lady . Enough, ye elves and fairies! — ye who ride
The lunar beam, or on the surface skim,
Buoyant, of lake or rill, or thro mid air
Bestride the gossamer; and ye who lurk
Beneath my bordering flow'rets, or the leaves
Of pensile shrubs, that from Savadan's marge
Inhale their freshness. Well have ye perform'd
Your modest functions, from the irriguous haunts,
Chacing the Sterrile Fiend, and all the rout
That hurt with aguish spells, that neither blight,
Canker, nor smut, thro all my favourite bowers,
Infect nor worm appears, of power to mar
The buds of vernal promise. 'Tis enough.
Now other cares invite; and other fears
Swell in my anxious bosom. Arthur's fate
Hangs on the tremulous balance.
From coral groves and spar-encrusted dome,
Where, enthron'd in virgin pride,
O'er their secret urns preside
The sedg'd-crown'd sisters fair,
Who make the sylvan lakes their care,
I come.
For deep in that sequester'd home.
The voice of Anguish pierc'd my ear,
From Lunvey's echoing groves.
There where hostile spells surrounding
(All his rising hopes confounding)
Rack his soul with pangs severe —
There — ah! there —
Mourning — — — pining —
Every blissful thought resigning —
There bewilder'd Arthur roves.
For him I grieve,
For him my coral grots I leave,
Yoke my white swans, and breathe this terrene air.
Haste ye Fairies, haste ye then —
Search the woodland, search the glen.
For deeds of love forego your vagrant sport,
And in my secret grotto make report. Cho.
Mistress, you shall be obey'd. 1. Fa.
Sisters each your province take:
Mount the breeze, or skim the lake:
Thrid with care the leasy shade. 2. F.
Frisk it! 3. F. Whisk it! 4. F. Trip it! 5. F. Flit it! Cho.
Mistress you shall be obey'd.
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