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Dance o'er our heads, their voices have such charms
Enter FOLLY (to kim a Forester).
The Court of SUMMER.
Enter SUMMER and DELIGHT.
Del. The Graces sat
him; Yet his celestial kinsman (for young Raybright Is the Sun's DARLING), knowing his journeying hither To see thy glorious court, sends me before To attend upon you, and spend all my hours In care for him.
[Récorders. 1. Recorders, according to Sir John Hawkins, were flageolets, or small
The Sun appears above.
Sun. Rise !—[She rises.]—Is Raybright come yet?
Plen. Our princely cousin
Sun.. Who with him ?
Plen. A goddess in a woman, Attended by a prating saucy fellow Call’d Folly.
Sun. They 'll confound himBut he shall run [his course ;] go and receive him.
[Exit PLENTY. Sum. Your sparkling eyes, and his arrival, draw Heaps of admirers; earth itself will sweat To bear our weights. Vouchsafe, bright power, to
borrow Winds not too rough from Æolus, to fan Our glowing faces.
(Hautboys.-—The Sun takes his seat above. Enter RAYBRIGHT, HUMOUR, PLENTY, FOLLY, country
fellows, and lasses.
Haymakers, rakers, reapers,
mowers, Wait on your Summer-queen; Dress with musk-rose her eglantine bowers,
Daffodils strew the green;
Sing, dance, and play,
Rich as a pearl
Comes every girl,
Come to behold our sports :
As those in princes' courts.
With country glee,
Their blcating dams,
Hounds make a lusty cry;
Over ridge, over plain,
So ho ho! through the skies
How the proud bird flies,
[The Sun by degrees is clouded.
Sum. Leave off; the Sun is angry, and has drawn A cloud before his face. Del. He is vex'd to see
That proud star shine so near you, at whose rising The Spring fell sick and died; think what I told
you, His coyness will kill you else.
Sumn. It cannot.–Fair prince,
Ray. Ha, lady!
rays You boast your great name; for that name I hate
you, Because you kill'd my mother and my nurse.
[Flourish.-Exit, followed by PLEN. and DEL. Ray. Divinest! Hum. Let her go. Fol. And I'll go aster; for I must and will have a fling at one of her plum-trees.
Ray. I ne'er was scorn'd till now.
Ray. In scorn,
bring thee To a brave and bounteous housekeeper, free Autumn. Fol. Oh, there's a lad !-let's go then.
Unlock my garden of the Hesperides,
Plen. Love but my mother,
Ray. I need not golden apples, nor your corn;
Plen. She's too good for thee.
Ray. Let him now snatch them up; away!
Sum. Oh, I am lost.
The Sun reappears, with Cupid and FORTUNE. Sun. Is Raybright gone?
Sum. Yes, and his spiteful eyes Have shot darts through me.
Sun. I thy wounds will cure,