The theater of music, or, A choice collection of the newest and best songs sung at the court and public theaters the words composed by the most ingenious wits of the age, and set to music by the greatest masters in that science : with a theorbo-bass to each song for the theorbo or bass-viol : also symphonies and retornels in 3 parts to several of them for the violins and flutes.

The Rich RIVAL.

[Mr. Cowley's words.]

〈♫〉〈♫〉 THey say you're angry, and rant migh—ti—ty, be—cause I love the same as you, a—las! you're ve—ry rich 'tis true; but pre—thee

[Where this mark * is over the Note, are to be sung Demiquavers.]

Fool! what's that to Love and me? Your Land and Mo—ney let that serve, and know you're more by that than you deserve. When next I see my fair one, she shall know how worth—less thou art of her Bed; and, Wretch, I'le strike thee dumb and dead with no—ble Verse, not un—der—stood by you; while thy sole Rhet'rick shall be Joynture and

Jew—els, and our Friends a—gree. Pox o' your Friends that dote and do—mi- neer, Lo—vers are bet—ter Friends than they, let's those in o—ther things o- bey, the Fates and Stars, and Gods must go—vern here: Vain name of Blood! in Love, let none ad-vise with a—ny Blood, but with their own: 'Tis that which bids me this bright Maid a—dore, no o—ther Thought has had ac—cess, did she now beg, I'd love no less; and were she an Empress, I should love no more.

Were she as just and true to me, ah, sim—ple Soul! what would become of thee!

Mr. Henry Purcell.