Lyrics: Anonymus
Music: John Ernest Galliard
CHORUS
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
(Exeunt)
SYRINX
What must I do, Or how escape?
Alas! I tremble…
PAN
Why those tears? Hear me, Lovely, cruel Fair,
Behold me prostrate at your Feet
Low and submissive as a Rurall Swain.
SYRINX
I must not hear of Love.
PAN
Not hear of Love? Why then were all those Heav’nly Beauties giv’n?
Not Cynthia’s self can rivall you in charms.
SYRINX
Thy Flatt’ry and thy Love alike I scorn.
PAN
Consent to Love,
And thou like Her shalt reign
Queen of the Lawns,
And have thy Nymphs t’attend thee.
SYRINX
No such Ambition can allure my Mind:
I must not hear of love.
PAN
Force shall befriend me, since Intreaties fail.
I will posses thee, stubborn Maid!
Thy Beauty has inflam’d my Soul;
Nor will I Languish, Scorn’d and in Despair.
SYRINX
O savage Insolence! – protect me Gods!
Save me, Diana; Virgin-Goddess save me!