Пёрселл Генри - A dialogue between Charon and Orpheus - текст песни (слова)

(Orpheus) Haste, haste gentle Charon haste, I prithee come,
 And waft me to the blest Elysium,
 Through whose cool shade with wand'ring souls I'll flee
 Till I have found the fair Eurydice.
 Sure he's asleep and hears me not,
 So ho!
 Awake dull man, awake!
 thou dost not know
 The pains that parted lovers undergo.
 
 (Charon) What voice is this I hear?
 no mortal dare
 Invade these gloomy regions of despair,
 Where sullen clouds have chas'd away the light,
 And drawn dark curtains of eternal night.
 And winged Mercury perhaps may bring
 Some message to the great infernal King.
 Speak, who art thou?
 
 (Orpheus) I prithee come and see,
 'Tis Orpheus calls.
 
 (Charon) Then Orpheus wait on me.
 
 (Orpheus) For pity's sake let me no longer stay,
 Each minute seems to be a lasting day.
 
 (Charon) The rising tides by angry winds are met,
 And swell so high my boat will overset.
 I dare not stir.
 
 (Orpheus) Fear not, the winds shall cease,
 I'll charm their rage to gentle calms of peace.
 
 (Charon) Then come aboard and whilst we sail along,
 Divert the storm by some delightful song.
 
 (Together)
 Be still, still, be still, ye proud waves and your fury give o'er,
 Retire all ye winds, and oppose them, oppose them no more;
 In the dark, hollow caverns your revels go keep,
 Then void of disturbance, then void of disturbance the billows may sleep;
 And when they awake they'll be calm and appear
 As gentle as if the great Pluto were here.