Delight! not base, but noble, touch thy lyre, Health. Leave blustering March— SONG by DELIGHT. What bird so sings, yet so does wail ?* [The cuckow is heard. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? How at heaven's gate she claps her wings, [The cuckow again. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing Spring. How does my sun-born sweetheart like his queen, Her court, her train? Ray. Wondrous; such ne'er were seen. Health. Fresher and fresher pastimes! one delight Is a disease to th' wanton appetite. What bird, &c.] This is taken from the beautiful song of Trico, in Lily's" Alexander and Campaspe." 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. Pleasures, change! Thou as the Sun in a free zodiac range. Re-enter DELIGHT, [Exit DEL. Del. A company of rural fellows, faced* Like lovers of your laws, beg to be graced Before your highness, to present their sport. Spring. What is't? Del. A morrice. 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: should'st thou be stol'n t 1 company of rural fellows, faced Like lovers of your laws.] i. e. with youthful, ruddy, cheerful countenances.GIFFORD. Ray. Fear it not, lady; Should all the world's black sorceries be laid Enter the MORRICE-DANCERS. To blow me hence, I move not, In that word the Earth's empress. A DANCE. Are not these sports too rustic? Spring. My youngest girl, the violet-breathing Being told by Flora that my love dwelt here, Ray. I shall attend. Spring. On then, [Exeunt Morrice-dancers. and 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, say'st thou, fall'n in love with me? 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, 'twould be loath'd as night; 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 upon? Fol. This is that honeysuckle she sticks in her ruff. Hum. A bedfellow for a fairy! Ray. Admired perfection, You set my praises to so high a tune, My merits cannot reach them. Hum. My heart-strings shall then, [Aside. As mine eye gives that sentence on thy person, That judge to save thee would condemn a world, Whole choirs of singers to her every morn, Ray. The rose-lipp'd dawning Is not so melting, so delicious: Turn me into a bird, that I may sit Still singing in such boughs. Hum. What bird? Fol. A ring-tail. Hum. Thou shalt be turn'd to nothing but to mine, My Mine of pleasures, which no hand shall rifle But this, which in warm nectar bathes the palm. Invent some other tires! Music!-stay,-none!Fol. Heyday! Hum. New gowns, fresh fashions! I'm not brave enough To make thee wonder at me. Ray. Not the moon, Riding at midnight in her crystal chariot, 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 wrapt above man's being, in being sphered In such a globe of rarities; but say, lady, Hum. All my attendants Shall be to thee sworn servants. |