Song Monologue from The Gamester (1753)

From The Gamester (1753) by Edward Moore

female · melancholic · 1:22 min

When Damon languish'd at my feet, And I believ'd him true, The moments of delight how sweet! But ah! how swift they flew! The sunny hill, the flow'ry vale, The garden and the grove, Have echoed to his ardent tale, And vows of endless love. II. The conquest gain'd, he left his prize, He left her to complain; To talk of joy with weeping eyes, And measure time by pain. But heav'n will take the mourner's part, In pity to despair; And the last sigh that rends the heart, Shall waft the spirit there. (Mrs. Bev.) I thank thee, Lucy; I thank heaven too my griefs are none of these. Yet Stukely deals in hints--He talks of rumours--I'll urge him to speak plainly--Hark?--There's some one entering. Lucy. Perhaps my master, madam. [ (Exit.) (Mrs. Bev.) Let him be well too, and I am satisfied. (Goes to the door, and listens.) No; 'tis another's voice; his had been music to me. Who is it, Lucy?

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