SONG A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DRYDEN

Of a @3Scholar@1 and his @3Mistress,@1 who, being Cross'd by their Friends,
fell Mad for one another; and now first meet in @3Bedlam.@1

[@3Musick within.@1]
[@3The Lovers enter at Opposite Doors, each held by a Keeper.@1]

@3Phillis.@1 Look, look, I see -- I see my Love appear:
'Tis he -- 'Tis he alone;
For like him there is none:
'Tis the dear, dear Man, 'tis thee, Dear.

@3Amyntas.@1 Hark! the Winds War;
The foamy Waves roar;
I see a Ship afar,
Tossing and Tossing, and making to the Shoar:
But what's that I View,
So Radiant of Hue,
St. @3Hermo,@1 St. @3Hermo,@1 that sits upon the Sails?
Ah! No, no, no.
St. @3Hermo@1 never, never shone so bright;
'Tis @3Phillis,@1 only @3Phillis@1 can shoot so fair a Light;
'Tis @3Phillis,@1 'tis @3Phillis@1 that saves the Ship alone,
For all the Winds are hushed, and the Storm is overblown.

@3Phillis.@1 Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his Arms.

@3Amyntas.@1 If all the Fates combine,
And all the Furies join,
I'll force my way to @3Phillis,@1 and break through the Charms.
[@3Here they break from their Keepers; run to each other, and
embrace.@1]
@3Phillis.@1 Shall I Marry the Man I love?
And shall I conclude my Pains?
Now blest be the Powers above,
I feel the Blood bound in my Veins;
With a lively Leap it began to move,
And the Vapours leave my Brains.

@3Amyntas.@1 Body join'd to Body, and Heart join'd to Heart;
To make sure of the Cure;
Go call the Man in Black, to mumble o're his part.

@3Phillis.@1 But suppose he should stay. . .

@3Amyntas.@1 At worst, if he delay;
'Tis a Work must be done;
We'll borrow but a Day,
And the better the sooner begun.

CHORUS of Both.

@3At worst, if he delay,@1 &c.
[@3They run out together hand in hand.@1

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