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Jugg, jugg, jugg, terue she cries,
[The cuckoo is heard.
[The cuckoo again. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckoos sing
Cuckoo ! to welcome in the Spring.
Ray, Wondrous; such ne'er were seen.
light Is a disease to th' wanton appetite. Del. Music, take Echo's voice, and dance quick
rounds To thine own times in repercussive sounds.
(An echo of cornets. Spring. Enough! I will not weary thee.
[Exit Del. Pleasures, change! Thou as the Sun in a free zodiac range.
Spring. What is 't
1 A company of rural fellows, faced
Like lovers of your laws,1 i. e. with youthful, ruddy, cheerful countenances.-GIFFORD.
Spring. Give them our court.Stay, these dull birds may make thee stop thine
ear; Take thou my lightning, none but laurel here Shall 'scape thy blasting: whom thou wilt confound, Smite ; let those stand, who in thy choice sit
crown'd. Ray. Let these then, I may surfeit else on
sweets; Sound sleeps do not still lie in princes' sheets.
Spring. Beckon the rurals in; the country-gray, Seldom ploughs treason : shouldst thou be stol'n
Ray. Fear it not, lady;
Enter the MORRIS-DANCERS.
Spring. I am made
Ray. No; pretty and pleasing.
Ray. I shall attend.
bid my rosy-finger'd May Rob hills and dales, with sweets
to strew his way. [Exit, followed by Youth and HEALTH. Enter Folly, and whispers RAYBRIGHT. Ray. An empress, sayst thou, fall’n in love with
Fol. She's a great woman, and all great women love to be empresses; her name, the lady Humour. Ray. Strange name! ' I never saw her, knew her
not; What kind of creature is she?
Fol. Creature! of a skin soft as pomatum, sleek as jelly, white as blanched almonds; breath, sweet as a monkey's; lips of cherries, teeth of pearl, eyes of diamond, foot and leg as
Ray. My admiration wastes itself in longings To see this rare piece: I'll see her; what are kings, Were not their pleasures varied ? shall not mine,
then? Should day last ever, 't would be loath'd as night; Change is the sauce that sharpens appetite. The way? I 'll to her.
Fol. Look you, I do but wind this cornet, and if another answer it, she comes. Ray. Be quick then! [FOLLY winds his cornet, and is answered from
without. Enter HUMOUR, followed by a Soldier, a Spaniard, an
Italian dancer, and a French tailor. Hum. Is this that flower the Spring so dotes Fol. This is that honeysuckle she sticks in her ruff. Hum. A bedfellow for a fairy!
[Aside. Ray. Admired persection, You set my praises to so high a tune, My merits cannot reach them.
Hum. My heartstrings shall then, As mine eye gives that sentence on thy person, And never was mine eye a corrupt judge. That judge to save thee would condemn a world, And lose mankind to gain thee: 't is not the Spring, With all her gaudy arbours, nor perfumes Sent up in flattering incense to the Sun, For shooting glances at her, and for sending
Whole choirs of singers to her every morn,
Ray. The rose-lipp'd dawning
Hum. What bird ?
Hum. Thou shalt be turn'd to nothing but to mine,
Ray. Not the moon,
Hum. This feather was a bird of Paradise ;
Ray. No kingdom buys it from me.
Fol. Being in fool's paradise he must not lose his bauble. Ray. I am rapt above man's being, in being
Hum. All my attendants
Fol. Folly is sworn to him already never to leave him.
Ray. He ? Fol. A French gentleman, that trails a Spanish pike;' a tailor.
1 Spanish pike,) i. e. a needle. Our best sword-blades, scissors, needles, &c. were, in the poet's days, imported from Spain.--GIFFORD.
Ray. Shall I be brave, then ?
Fot. One that loves mutton so well, he always carries capers about him; his brains lie in his legs, and his legs serve him to no other use than to do tricks, as if he had bought them of a juggler.--He's an Italian dancer.
Ray. This now?
Fol. A most sweet Spaniard, a comfit-maker, of Toledo, that can teach sugar to slip down your throat a million of ways. Ray. My palate pleased too! What's this last?
Sold. I am a gun that can roar, two stilettoes in one sheath; I can fight and bounce too. My lady, by me, presents this sword and belt to you.
Ray. Incomparable mistress!
Sold. I'll drill you how to give the lie, and stab in the punto; if you dare not fight, then how to vamp? a rotten quarrel without ado. Ray. How? dare not fight! there's in me the Sun's
fire. Hum. No more of this :-[dances.]-awake the
music! oyez! Music! Ray. No more of this ;--this sword arms me for
battle. Hum. Come then, let thou and I rise up in arms; The field, embraces; kisses, our alarms.
[Music. - A dance. Re-enter SPRING, HEALTH, YOUTH, DELIGHT. Spring. Oh, thou enticing strumpet! how durst
li. e. so finically, so effeminately.