Dialogue betwixt Oliver Cromwell and Charon - Hall, Henry

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"a dialogue concluding with a chorus of furies"

◈ Genre / Form → Partsongs

♯ Key D major

⁄ Time Signature 2/2

♬ Voicing → SATBB

◆ Difficulty

Advanced

↕ Range D2 – G5

¶ Language → English

Measures 145

Texture mixed texture

Parts 6

Instruments SATBB, Basso Continuo

Pages 4

CPDL # 68611

Editor 2

Posted 2022-03-29

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

Tenor

D3 – G4

Bass

F#2 – D4

Soprano

D4 – G5

Alto

G#3 – F#4

Continuo

D2 – D4

¶Lyrics / Text

Cromwell Haste, Charon, haste, 'tis Noll commands thy speed, Charon, I'm he that made three king-doms bleed. Charon Proud soul, so black's thy guilt, I know thee well, thou dost those shades in colour far excel and seem'st a beauty spot to whiten hell. Cromwell Dear Charon, haste, vast streams of injured blood pursue, and horrid is its cry and dreadful is its hue. Charon Stay, stay, how guilty must thou be, who choosest hell for sanctuary; thy weighty crimes will never let thee float, but singly thou wilt sink my mighty boat. Cromwell Charon, no more delay, you now presume too far, remember, remember what I was in war. Did Charles and shall not I pass o'er the lake? Charon Weak shade! Thou art too bold and dost mistake; still diff'rent ways great Charles and thou did'st move, thy course was downward, still his still above. I saw him ascend whilst angels stooped down to present a new throne and the loss of his head to repay with a huge double crown. Look yonder! I saw the bright troop on the wing and as they did fly, so spotless and bright was the king that him from his new brother angels I could not descry Then opened wide Elisium's radiant gate and in they flew in gay triumphant state; and then, so well God and man the martyr did love, good men wept below, saints rejoiced all above. Cromwell 'Twas brave and by the praise thou'st giv'n, thou'st made me what I never was, in love with heav'n! but Charles from his seat shall remove, though heavens slight mine, and his actions approve; as once upon earth, I'll dethrone him above. I to Elisium hence will go. Charon No, tyrant, no, to dens full of horror thou headlong must fall, and with furies as black as thy treasons must dwell, and there as little mercy as thou shewed'st must feel. Chorus of furies Drag him down, drag him down to th'abyss. Let flames and vast serpents about him still roll, and as he does pitiless, pitiless howl; let the flames ever

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