The second book of the Pleasant musical companion being a new collection of select catches, songs and glees : for two and three voices.

[Tom of Bedlam: As it was sung at the Theater.]

For a Bass alone.

[ 25] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 FOrth from the dark and dismal Cell, or from the deep A╌byss of Hell; mad Tom is come to 〈♫〉〈♫〉 view the World again, to see if he can cure his distemper'd Brain: Fears and Cares oppress my Soul, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 hark how the an╌gry Fu╌ries howl! Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad, to see poor angry Tom of 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Bedlam mad. Through the World I wander night and day to find my stragling Senses, in an angry mood I 〈♫〉〈♫〉 met old Time, with his Pentateuch of Tenses: When me he spies, a╌way he flies, for Time will stay for 〈♫〉〈♫〉 no Man; in vain with Cries, I rend the Skies, for Pi╌ty is not common. Cold and comfort.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 less I lye, Help! help! oh help! or else I dye! Hark, I hear Apollo's Team, the Carman' gins to whistle, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Chat Di╌a╌na bends her Bow, and the Boar begins to bristle: Come Vulcan with Tools and with 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Tackles, to knock off my troublesom Shackles; bid Charles make ready his Wain, to bring me my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 Senses a╌gain.

II.

Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark, Mars met Venus in the dark; Lymping Vulcan heat an Iron Bar, And furiously made at the Great God of War. Mars with his Weapon laid about, Lymping Vulcan had got the Gout; His broad Horns did hang so in his light, That he could not see to aim his blows aright. Mercury, the nimble Post of Heaven, Stood still to see the Quarrel; Gorrel-belly'd Bacchus, Gyant-like, Bestrid a Strong-beer Barrel: To me he drank, I did him thank, But I could drink no Sider; He drank whole Buts, 'till he burst his Guts, But mine was ne're the wider, Poor Tom is very dry, A little Drink for Charity! Hark! I hear Acteon's Hounds, The Huntsman hoops and hollows; Ringwood, Rockwood, Jowler, Bowman, All the Chase doth follow. The Man in the Moon drinks Claret, Eats powder'd Beef, Turnep, and Carret; But a Cup of Malaga Sack Will fire the Bush at his Back