ACT I.

OPENING OF TE DEUM. Graun.

CHORUS.

Te Deum laudamus, Te Dominum confitemur, Te æternum Patrem omnis terra veneratur.

SOLI.

Tibi omnes angeli, Tibi cœli et universæ potestates: Tibi cherubim et seraphim incessabili voce proclamant,

CHORUS.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth: Pleni sunt cœli et terra majestatis gloria tuæ.

DUETTO, Madame CAMPORESE and
Mr. VAUGHAN.

Te ergo quæsumus, tuis famulis, subveni!
Quos pretioso sanguine redemisti.

SCENE from JOSHUA.

RECITATIVE. Mr. VAUGHAN.

Handel.

'Tis well! Six times the Lord hath been obey'd,
Low in the dust the town shall soon be laid:
Now the seventh sun the gilded domes adorns,
Sound the shrill trumpets, shout, and blow the horns.

MARCH,

AIR, Mr. VAUGHAN, and GRAND CHORUS.

Glory to God! the strong cemented walls,

The tott'ring tow'rs, the pond'rous ruin falls.

The nations tremble at the dreadful sound,

Heav'n thunders, tempests roar, and groans the ground.

CANZONET.

Da Capo.

Travers.

Miss STEPHENS and Mr. BELLAMY.

Haste, my Nannette, my lovely maid,
Haste to the bow'r thy swain has made:
For thee alone I made the bower,
And strew'd the couch with many a flower.

None but my sheep shall near us come;
Venus be prais'd, my sheep are dumb.

Great god of Love, take thou my

crook,

To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock.

Guard thou the sheep to her so dear,
My own, alas! are less my care;

But of the wolf if thou'rt afraid,
Come not to us to call for aid:

For with her swain my love shall stay,
Though the wolf stroll, and the sheep stray.

CONCERTO 2nd. (OBOE.)

Handel.

GLEE.

Dr. Callcott.

Messrs. W. KNYVETT, VAUGHAN, & J. B. SALE.

Peace to the souls of the heroes;
Their deeds were great in fight;
Let them ride around me on clouds,
Let them shew their features in war!

My soul then shall be firm in danger,
And mine arm like the thunder of Heaven!

But be thou on a moon-beam, O Morna!

Near the window of my rest,

When my thoughts are of peace,

When the din of arms is past.

DOUBLE CHORUS.

(ISRAEL IN EGYPT.)

Handel.

He gave them hailstones for rain; fire mingled with

the hail ran along upon the ground.

D

MADRIGAL.

Miss STEPHENS,

Ford.

Messrs. W. KNYVETT, VAUGHAN, & BELLAMY.

Since first I saw your face, I resolv'd

To honour and renown you;

If now I be disdain'd, I wish

My heart had never known you.

What! I that lov'd, and you that lik'd,
Shall we begin to wrangle?
No, no, no, no! my heart is fast,
And cannot disentangle.

The sun, whose beams most glorious are,

Rejecteth no beholder,

And your sweet beauty, past compare,
Made my poor eyes the bolder.

Where beauty moves and wit delights,
And signs of kindness bind me,
There, O there! where'er I go,
I'll leave my heart behind me.

RECIT. acc. Madame CAMPORESE.
(LUCIO VERO.)

Berenice, ove sei?

Qual lugubre apparato
Di spavento, e di lutto!

Qual di tenebre ed' ombre

Jomelli.

Reggia dolente e fiera !
Forse qui di Tieste

Si rinovan le cene? o langue il giorno
Fuggitivo così, perche tra queste

Soglie funeste, oh Dio!

Trucidato mori l'Idol mio?

Ahimè! sogno, o son desta?

Odo-o parmi d'udir-la voce-il pianto-
Del moribondo sposo !—ahi son pur questi
Gemiti di chi langue

Singulti di chi spira-E quell' oscura
Caligine profonda,

Di là s'inalza, e mostra

Non so qual simulacro a gli occhi mieiQuella-si quella-oh Dei! già la ravviso, E del mio Vologeso

L'ombra mesta e dolente;

Ah barbara Tiranno!

Il mio sposo uccidesti!

Io non m'inganno.

SONG.

Ombra che pallida
Fai qui soggiorno;
Larva che squallida
Mi gira intorno

Perchè mi chiami?

Che vuoi da me ?
Se pace brami

Ombra infelice

In Berenice, no, pace, non v'è.