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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. 11 Spanish pike,] i. e. a needle. Our best sword-blades, scissors, needles, &c. were, in the poet's days, imported from Spain.
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 thiş :-[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
1 i. e. so finically, so effeminately.
How durst thou cast a glance on this rich jewel,
Spring. Bought! art thou sold then?
these. Ray. What dowry can you bring me ?
Spring. Dowry? ha!
Ray. I must turn bird-catcher.
Play'd to by the spheres, I'll teach thee;
dally, all the pleasures The moon beholds, her man shall reach
1 Not a lark, &c.] I attribute, without scruple, all these incidental glimpses of rural nature to Decker. Ford rarely, if ever, indulges in them. The lark is justly a great favourite with our old poets; and I should imagine, from my own observations, that a greater number of descriptive passages might be found respecting him than of the night ingale. A judicious collection of both would furnish not a few pages of surpassing taste and beauty. While I am writing this, the following simple and pretty address occurs to me. It is that of young Fitzwalter to his mistress, whom he meets at daybreak.
“So early! then I see love's the best larke :
For the corne-builder has not warbled yet
Ray. Live by singing ballads!
Fol. Oh, base! turn poet? I would not be one myself. Hum. Dwell in mine arms aloft we'll hover,
And see fields of armies fighting :
There all but books of Fancy's writing.
Ray. Hang knowledge, drown your Muses !
Fol. Ay, ay, or they 'll drown themselves in sack and claret. Hum. Do not regard their toys;
Be but my darling, age to free thee
From her curse shall fall a-dying;
Shall forget his art of Aying.
[To HEALTH Health. Leave her; take this, and travel through
the world, I 'll bring thee into all the courts of kings, Where thou shalt stay, and learn their languages;
Kiss ladies, revel out the nights in dancing,
Fol. All lies! gallop over the world, and not grow old, nor be sick ? a lie. One gallant went but into France last day, and was never his own man since; another stepped but into the Low Countries, and was drunk dead under the table; another did but peep into England, and it cost him more in good-morrows blown up to him under his window, by drums and trumpets, than his whole voyage ; besides he ran mad upon 't.' Hum. Here's my last farewell: ride along with
1 The streets of London appear to have been grievously infested at this time with noises (i. e. little knots) of fiddlers, who pressed into ail companies, and pestered every new-comer with their salutations.GIFFORD.
2 The original copy appears, from some mutilated remains of it, to have contained a description of the palace itself, and also its garden: it was thought useless, however, to excite the reader's regret by inserting the mere fragments.