George Granville

“ Has furnish’d Leisure to grow wise:
Thou rul’st the Gods, but Fate rules thee.
AIR.
Whoe’er th’ Immortal Maid compressing
Shall taste the joy, and reap the Blessing,
Thus th’ unerring Stars advise:
From that auspicious Night an Heir shall rise,
Paternal Glories to out-shine,
And be the greatest of his Line.
Recitative.
Jupit. Shall then the Son of Saturn be undone;
Jupit. Like Saturn by an impious Son!
Jupit. Justly th’ impartial Fates conspire,
Jupit. Dooming that Son to be the Sire
Jupit. Of such another Son. ”

“ The fatal Blessing I resign; [Giving her to Peleus.
Peleus, take the Maid Divine,
Jove consenting, she is thine;
The fatal Blessing I resign.
Peleus. Heav’n had been lost, had I been Jove:
Peleus. There is no Heav’n like mutual Love.
Jup. to Prom. And thou, the Stars Interpreter,
’Tis just I set thee free,
Who giv’st me Liberty:
Arise, and be thy self a Star.
’Tis just, I set thee free,
Who giv’st me Liberty.
[The Vulture drops dead at the Feet of Prometheus, his Chains fall off, and he is born up to Heaven with Jupiter, to a loud Flourish of all the Musick.]
AIR.
Peleus. ”

“ From Jupiter spring all our Woes,
Thetis is Jove’s, who once was thine:
’Tis vain, O Peleus, to oppose
Thy Torturer—and mine.
Contented with Despair,
O wretched Man! resign
Whom you adore, or else prepare
For change of Torments, great as mine,
’Tis vain, O Peleus, to oppose:
Thy Torturer and mine.
Peleus. In change of Torment would be Ease;
Cou’d you divine what Lovers bear,
Ev’n you, Prometheus, wou’d confess
There is no Vulture like Despair.
TRIO.
Prom. ”