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Ray. Divinest !
Fol. And I'll go after; for I must and will have a fling at one of her plum-trees.
Ray. I ne'er was scorn'd till now.
Hum. This that Altezza,
Fol. An ouzle; this a queen-apple or a crab she gave you?
Hum. She bids you share her treasure; but who
Fol. She points to trees great with child with fruit; but when delivered ? grapes hang in ropes; but no drawing, not a drop of wine! whole ears of corn lay their ears together for bread, but the devil a bit I can touch.
Hum.. Be ruled by me once more; leave her.
Ray. In scorn, As [s]he does me.
Fol. Scorn! If I be not deceived, I have seen Summer go up and down with hot codlings; and that little baggage, her daughter Plenty, crying six bunches of raddish for a penny. Hum. Thou shalt have nobler welcome; for I'll
s This that Altezza, &c.] The lady Humour appears to have adopted a prodigious scale of magnitude for her admiration. She had before termed Raybright a bedfellow for a fairy ;” and she now quarrels with Summer because she does not resemble a Colossus.
6 With hot codlings.] i. e. green pease. See the “Witch of Edmonton.”
To a brave and bounteous housekeeper, free
Ray. Must not?
Sum. No, must not.
Ray. I need not golden apples, nor your corn ; What land soe'er the world's surveyor, the Sun, Can measure in a day, I dare call mine: All kingdoms I have right to; I am free Of
every country; in the four elements
Plen. She's too good for thee.
Which having touch'd, he stole from them such store
Ray. Let him now snatch them up; away!
Sum. Oh, I am lost.8
[Exit with Humour and Folly. Plen. This strumpet will confound him, she
Sum. Deluded !
The Sun re-appears, with Cupid and FORTUNE. Sun. Is Raybright gone?
Sum. Yes, and his spiteful eyes Have shot darts through me.
stole from them such store Of lights, he shone more bright, &c.] The 4to. reads : “ Of hght she shone, &c.: A slight mistake, occasioned by transferring the s from the preceding word to that which immediately follows it.
This drama is wretchedly printed; and the wonted carelessness i Decker, in the arrangement of bis metre, renders every attempt at emendation difficult, as well as hazardous. The speeches above stand thus in the 4to.
Sum. Oh, I am lost.
Ray. Love scorn'd
[Erit. Plen. This strumpet will confound him. Sum. She has me deluded.
Sun. I thy wounds will cure, And lengthen out thy days;' his followers gone, Cupid and Fortune, take you charge of him. Here thou, my brightest queen, must end thy
reign; Some nine months hence I'll shine on thee again.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
The Court of AUTUMN.
Enter Pomona, RAYBRIGHT, Cupid, and For
Ray. Your entertainments, Autumn's bounteous
Pom. They are but courtings
9 I thy wounds will cure,
And lengthen out thy days.] The Sun takes a strange way to lengthen out the days of Summer, by putting an instant end to thein. It must be confessed, that the god acts very capriciously in this scene, and that Summer, considering her short stay, is most ungently treated on all sides.
From whom thou draw'st thy name: the feast of
fruits Our gardens yield are much too coarse for thee; Could we contract the choice of nature's plenty Into one form, and that form to contain All delicacies, which the wanton sense Would relish, or desire to invent, to please it, The present were unworthy far to purchase A sacred league of friendship.
Ray. I have rioted In surfeits of the ear, with various music Of warbling birds; I have smelt perfumes of roses, And every flower, with which the fresh-trimm'd
earth Is mantled in: the Spring could mock With these fine barren lullabies; the Summer Invited my then ranging eyes to look on Large fields of ripen'd corn, presenting trifles Of waterish petty dainties; but my taste Is only here pleas’d: the other objects claim The style of formal, these are real bounties. Pom. We can transcend thy wishes; whom the
creatures Of every age and quality post, madding, From land to land and sea to sea, to meet, Shall wait upon thy nod, Fortune and Cupid. Love! yield thy quiver and thine arrows up To this great prince of time; before him, Fortune! Pour out thy mint of treasures; crown him sove
reign Of what his thoughts can glory to command :