The Masque at Kenilworth

No. 2, Chorus, "Hark! The Sound that Hails a King"
CONTRALTO SOLO:
 * Hark! the sound that hails a King
 * Yonder cannon signaling

CHORUS.
 * She is near!

CONTRALTO SOLO:
 * Lo! the blaze more bright than day!
 * Spreading down the throngéd way.

CHORUS:
 * She is here!

CONTRALTO SOLO:
 * Hail! the flower of England met,
 * Mitre, Spear, and Coronet,
 * To salute our sov'reign dear.

CHORUS:
 * Here a bevy fair of pleasures
 * Waits to greet her with their treasures

WOMEN:
 * For the Lady of the Lake
 * Does her haunted couch forsake

TENORS:
 * Sylvans come in jolly train

BASSES:
 * Old Arion from the main

CONTRALTOS:
 * Thespis with her gilded car.

CHORUS:
 * Dancers who the nimblest be
 * Minstrels harping lustily
 * Crowd around the brightest star
 * Of the host that brightest are
 * As she sweeps in maiden state
 * Through her vassal's palace gate,
 * While the trumpet's pompous breath
 * And the bells that thundring peal
 * Till the towers with gladness reel
 * Welcome our Elizabeth.


 * God save the Queen!

No. 3, Song, "I have slept beneath the water" (The Lady of the Lake)
THE LADY OF THE LAKE:
 * I have slept beneath the water
 * On my quiet bed of green,
 * As the great Magician's daughter,
 * Who hath dreamed, unheard, unseen.
 * Since the times of brave King Arthur,
 * When the Knight was used to roam
 * In the search of wild adventure
 * And the Lady wept at home.
 * But I wake to life and summer,
 * With my lilies on my brow
 * For there's joy for each new comer,
 * And the merry days are now.


 * I have slept beneath the water,
 * On my quiet bed of green,
 * While, above me, storm and slaughter
 * Have passed, though heard, unseen.
 * But the secrets I have treasured
 * Will my lake to none betray,
 * For below they hide in twilight,
 * Though above you have the day;
 * Now I wake to life and glory,
 * With my lilies on my brow,
 * To forget that rude old story,
 * For the golden days are now!

No. 4, Quartett and Chorus of Sylvans, "Let Fauns the cymbal ring"
MEN:
 * Let fauns the cymbal ring,
 * And blow the cornet sweet,
 * While Sylvans tribute bring
 * To Oriana's$[1]$ feet!


 * And from her secret cell,
 * Where she alone doth dwell,
 * Dame Echo's voice declare
 * To the obedient air
 * How proud she is.


 * Let fauns the cymbal ring,
 * And blow the cornet sweet,
 * While Sylvans tribute bring
 * To Oriana's feet!

QUARTET (SATB):
 * Like Summer's bounteous noon,
 * Most radiant to behold,
 * As chaste as younder moon,
 * But not one half so cold.

MEN:
 * Hark! while in joyous crowd
 * Stout Dryads shout aloud!
 * Her part will Echo bear,
 * And far away declare
 * How brave she is! How fair!

No. 5, Slow Dance with Chorus
CHORUS:
 * Fa la la, etc.

No. 6, Arion's Song, "I am a ruler on the sea"
ARION:$[2]$

1.
 * I am a ruler on the sea,
 * Over these sturdy mariners,
 * Who feel not fear so much as glee,
 * When ever wind old Ocean stirs.
 * Who feel not fear so much as glee,
 * When ever wind old Ocean stirs.


 * Let e'er so blithe its dolphins play,
 * Let e'er its waves so wildly roar,
 * Go east, go west, go where we may,
 * Our hearts are firmly moor'd on shore;
 * And from the deep and from the strand,
 * Where Tritons fling their trumpets down,
 * This is our message to the land,
 * "We guard from harm old England's crown!"

2.
 * Who dares to brag and boast afar,
 * Like thunder clouds that threaten rain?
 * What need we care if jealous war
 * Be brooding in the ports of Spain?
 * What need we care if jealous war
 * Be brooding in the ports of Spain?


 * Our Queen may let such bodings pass,
 * And answer with a haughty smile,
 * No Don shall touch a blade of grass
 * In any border of our isle!
 * The very highway stones would rise,
 * The shepherd's hills rain ruin down
 * Were we not there, against surprise,
 * To guard our glorious England's crown!

No 6a, Contralto Solo: "Place for the Queen our Show to see"
CONTRALTO SOLO:
 * Place for the Queen our Show to see
 * Now speak Immortal Poetry!

No 7, Duet (Tenor and Soprano) Scene from the Merchant of Venice: "How sweet the moonlight sleeps"
TENOR [Lorenzo]:$[3]$
 * How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
 * Here let us sit, and let the sound of music
 * Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
 * Become the touches of sweet harmony.


 * Look how the floor of Heaven
 * Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
 * There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
 * But in his motion like an angel sings,
 * Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;
 * Such harmony is in immortal sounds;$[4]$


 * In such a night as this,
 * When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
 * And they did make no noise, in such a night
 * Troilus, methinks, mounted the Troyan wall,
 * And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
 * Where Cressid lay that night.

SOPRANO [Jessica]:
 * On such a night
 * Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
 * And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
 * And ran dismay'd away.

BOTH:
 * In such a night as this,
 * When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
 * In such a night,
 * Stood Dido, with a willow in her hand,
 * Upon the wild sea banks and waved her love
 * To come again to Carthage.


 * In such a night as this!

No 9, Solo and Chorus: "After banquet, play, and riot"
CONTRALTO SOLO:
 * After banquet, play, and riot,
 * Cometh timely hour of quiet!


 * Bower, hall, and corridor
 * Are with poppy leaves bespread!
 * Morpheus stayeth at the door
 * Of the guest so cherishéd.

CHORUS:
 * Sleep, great Queen! And do not dream,
 * Sleep in peace, our watch is set.
 * Till tomorrow's morn shall beam
 * On the masque not ended yet.
 * Sleep great Queen, sleep in peace!


 * Day shall bring thee new delight,
 * Trumpets sound before good night
 * Over our sov'reign's couch is said
 * With a blessing on her bed.


 * God save the Queen!