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For sorrow that his lute had not the charms
Ray. I'll hear no more:
(To HUMOUR. Spring; Oh, I am sick at heart ! unthankful man, 'Tis thou hast wounded me; farewell !
[She is led in by DELIGHT. Ray. Farewell! Fol. Health, recover her; sirrah, Youth, look
to her. Health. That bird that in her nest sleeps out the
spring, May fly in summer; but-with sickly wing.
[Exeunt Health and YOUTH. Hum. In triumph now I lead thee ;-no, be thou
Cæsar, And lead me.
Ray. Neither! we'll ride with equal state, Both in one chariot, since we have equal fate.
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Confines of Spring and Summer.
Enter RAYBRIGHT melancholy. Ray. Oh, my dear love the Spring, I am cheated
of thee! Thou hadst a body, the four elements! Dwelt never in a fairer; a mind, princely: Thy language, like thy singers, musical. How cool wert thou in anger! in thy diet, How temperate, and yet sumptuous! thou wouldst
not waste The weight of a sad violet in excess ;
i See note, p. 134.
Yet still thy board had dishes numberless :
Fol. I am not in it; if I were, you'd see but scur-
roarer, French tailor, and that Spanish gingerbread, And your Italian skipper; then, sir, yourself.
Fol. Myself! hang me, I'll not stir; poor Folly, honest Folly, jocundary Folly, forsake your lordship! no true gentleman hates me; and how many women are given daily to me, some not far off know. Tailor gone, Toledan gone, all gone, but I
Ray. I shall grow old, diseased, and melancholy;
1 See notes, p. 113 and 157.
By you I have been cozen'd, baffled, torn
Hum. Your Spring ?
Fol. And April, a whining puppy.
Ray. Thy praises,
Ray. Yes, common: I cannot pass through any prince's court, Through any country, camp, town, city, village, But up your name is cried, nay curs'd; a ven
geance On this your debauch'd' Humour !"
Fol. A vinter spoke those very words, last night, to a company of roaring-boys, that would not pay their reckoning. Ray. The courtier has his Humour, has he not,
1 We know not whether Decker's classical attainments were such as to enable him to read what is termed “The Old Comedy" of the Greeks; hut much of the humour in this scene forcibly reminds us of that singular department of dramátic literature. The resemblance, it is most probable, was purely accidental. Those who have travelled no farther in our own old drama than the Corporal Nymn of Shakspeare, or the Asper of Ben Jonson, need scarcely be reminded, that the word humour was one which our ancestors delighted to trace and hunt through every change of meaning and variety of application. See further the note at
2 The roaring-boys, or angry boys, or terrible boys (for they were known by all these denominations) were in Ford's and Ben Jonson's days what the muhocks were in Addison's—the noisy bucks and bullies of the town, who formed the pest and annoyance of all sober people. The breed extended, as will be seen by the following drama, though in a mitigated form, to the country. From a pleasant comedy, written conjointly by Decker and Middleton, and entitled “The Roaring Girl,” it should appear that the character was not exclusively confined to the male sex.
Fol. Yes, marry, has he,- folly: the courtier's humour is to be brave, and not pay for 't; to be proud, and no man care for 't.
Ray. Brave ladies have their humours,
Fol. A collier being drunk jostled a knight into the kennel, and cried, 't was his humour; the knight broke his coxcomb, and that was his humour.
Ray. And yet you are not common!
Hum. No matter what I am:
Fol. And I scorn to be found.
Hum. If ever for the Spring you do but sigh, I take
bells. Fol. And I my hobby-horse :-will you be merry then, and jocund?
Ray. As merry as the cuckoos of the Spring.
Hum. I'll be your convoy,
i \ ever for the spring you do but sigh,
I take my bells,] i. e. I fly away,—an allusion to falconry. Before the hawk was thrown off the fist, a light strap of leather, garnished with bells, was buckled round her leg, by which the course of her erratie flight was discovered. --GIFFORD.
Near the SUMMER's Court.
Enter RAYBRIGHT and HUMOUR.
Ray. His company is music next to yours;
Hum. This shows her court
Ray. Has she rare buildings?
Hum. Magnificent and curious : cvery noon
Ray. And shall we have fine sights there?
Hum. All the choristers
1 i. e. by the aid of Summer.'