Such command o'er my Fate has your Love or your hate, That nothing can make me more wretched or great: Whilst expiring I lie, to live or to die, Thus doubtful the Sentence of such I rely: Your Tongue bids me go, tho' your Eyes say not so, But much kinder Words from their Language do flow. Then leave me not here, thus between Hope and Fear, Tho' your Love cannot come, let your pity appear; But this my request, you must grant me at least, And more I'll not ask, but to you leave the rest; If my fate I must meet, let it be at your Feet, Death there with more joy, than else-where I wou'd greet. _A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ ROB. KING. [Music] Tell me why so long you try me, Still I follow, still you fly me; Will the race be never done, Will it be ever but begun: Could I quit my Love for you, I'd ne'er love more what e'er I do; When I speak truth, you think I lie, You think me false, but say not why. _A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ BARINCLOE. Tis a foolish mistake, That Riches can speak, Or e'er for good Rhetoric pass: To a Fool I confess, Your Gold may address, Or else where the Master's an Ass: To a Woman of Sense, 'Tis a sordid pretence, That a Golden Effigies can move her; No Face on the Coin, Is half so Divine, As that of a faithful young Lover. But Men when they Love, Their Passion to prove, From the Court to the dull Country Novice; To the Fair they're so kind, First to fathom their Mind, Next search the Prerogative Office: No _imprimis_ I give, Then the Fair one they give, Notwithstanding their strong Protestations; Till the Lady discover, No Fortune, no Lover, Then draws off her fond Inclination, _The valiant_ SOLDIER'S, _and_ SAILOR'S _Loyal Subjects Health, to the_ QUEEN, PRINCE _and Noble_ COMMANDERS. [Music] Now, now the Queen's Health, And let the Haut-boys play; Whilst the Troops on their March shall huzza, huzza, huzza, Now now the Queen's Health, And let the Haut-boys play, Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets, Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza. Now now the Prince's Health, And let the Haut-boys play, Whilst the Troops on their March, shall huzza, huzza, huzza: Now now the Prince's Health, And let the Haut-boys play; Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets Sound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza. Now the brave _Eugene's_ Health, Who shews the _French_ brave play; And does March over Rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza, Now the brave _Eugene's_ Health, And let the Haut-boys play; Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets Sounds as they March, huzza, huzza, huzza. Now now the Duke's Health, Brave _Marlborough_ I say, Whilst the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza, Now now the Duke's Health, And let the Haut-boys play; Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.