Alexander's Feast

Part I

Tekst: Newburgh Hamilton

1. Overture

2. Recitative
Tenor
'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft in awful state
The god-like hero sate
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were plac'd around;
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.
So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride,
In flow'r of youth, and beauty's pride.

3. Air (tenor) and Chorus
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave deserves the fair.

4. Recitative
Tenor
Timotheus plac'd on high,
Amid the tuneful quire,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre.
The trembling notes ascend the sky,
And heav'nly joys inspire.

5. Accompagnato
Soprano
The song began from Jove,
Who left his blissful seats above;
(Such is the pow'r of mighty love)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the God;
Sublime, on radiant spires he rode,
When he to fair Olympia press'd,
And while he sought her snowy breast:
Then, round her slender waist he curl'd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sov'reign of the world.

6. Chorus
The list'ning crowd admire the lofty sound,
"A present deity!" they shout around;
"A present deity!" the vaulted roofs rebound.

7. Air
Soprano
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the God,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.

8. Recitative
Tenor
The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung;
Of Bacchus, ever fair, and ever young:
The jolly God in triumph comes;
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums:
Flush'd with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face;
Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!

9. Air and Chorus
Bass
Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain;
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure:
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Chorus
Bacchus' blessings are a treasure,
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure:
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.

10. Recitative
Tenor
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
The master saw the madness rise,
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And while he Heav'n and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.

11. Accompagnato
Soprano
He chose a mournful muse,
Soft pity to infuse.

12. Air
Soprano
He sung Darius great and good,
By too severe a fate,
Fall'n from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood:
Deserted at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
Without a friend to close his eyes.

13. Accompagnato
Soprano
With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
Revolving in his alter'd soul,
The various turns of chance below,
And, now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.

14. Chorus
Behold Darius, great and good,
Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, welt'ring in his blood;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
Without a friend to close his eyes.

15. Recitative
Tenor
The mighty master smil'd to see
That love was in the next degree;
'Twas but a kindred sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love:

16. Arioso
Soprano
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.

17. Air
Soprano
War, he sung, is toil and trouble,
Honour but an empty bubble,
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying;
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the Gods provide thee.
War he sung. . . da capo

18a. Chorus
The many rend the skies, with loud applause;
So love was crown'd, but music won the cause.

19. Air
Soprano
The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,
Who caus'd his care;
And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again:
At length with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
The Prince. . . da capo

18b. Chorus
The many rend the skies, with loud applause;
So love was crown'd, but music won the cause.

 

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1. Overture

2. Recitatief
Tenor
Het was op het koninklijk feest, ter ere van
Philip's krijgshaftige zoon, die Perzië overwonnen had:
hoog en indrukwekkend
zat de goddelijke held
op zijn keizerlijke troon:
zijn dappere medestrijders zaten om hem heen,
hun hoofden met rozen en bloesems omwonden.
Zo dient overgave te worden bekroond.
De mooie Thais aan zijn zijde
was als een stralende Oosterse bruid,
in de bloei van haar jeugd, en toonbeeld van schoonheid.

3. Aria (tenor) en Koor
Gelukkig, gelukkig, gelukkig paar!
Geen ander dan de dappere,
geen ander dan de dappere,
geen ander dan de dappere verdient de schone.

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