life, but at festival times; and then he caught the heart-burning a whole vacation and half a term after. Con. The fourth is Earth. Detr. A shrewd plotting-pated fellow, and a great lover of news. I guess at the rest; Blood is placed near Air, Choler near Fire; Phlegm and Water are sworn brothers, and so are Earth and Melancholy. Con. Fair nymph of Harmony, be it thy task To sing them down, and rank them in a masque. A SONG : During which, the Masquers descend upon the Stage, and take their places for the Dance. See the Elements conspire: Nimble Air does court the Earth, To give our prince's pleasure birth; All the seasons of the year; Winter does invoke the Spring, Summer does in pride appear, Autumn forth its fruits doth bring, Their tribute to this holy-day; In which the Darling of the Sun is come, To make this place a new Elysium. [A DANCE.-Exeunt Masquers.. Win. How do these pleasures please? Hum. Pleasures! Boun. Live here, And be my lord's friend; and thy sports shall vary A thousand ways; Invention shall beget Conceits, as curious as the thoughts of Change Can aim at. Hum. Trifles! Progress o'er the year Again, my Raybright; therein like the Sun; As he in Heaven runs his circular course, So thou on earth run thine; for to be fed With stale delights, breeds dulness and contempt: Think on the Spring. Ray. She was a lovely virgin. Win. My royal lord! Without offence, be pleased but to afford From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair: And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Win. I can direct and point you out a path. Quicken thy spirits, Raybright; I'll not leave thee: We'll run the self-same race again, that happiness; These lazy, sleeping, tedious Winter's nights Become not noble action. Ray. To the Spring I am resolv'd- [Recorders. The SUN appears above. Oh, what strange light appears! The Sun is up, sure. Sun. Wanton Darling, look, And worship with amazement. Omnes. Gracious lord! Sun. Thy sands are number'd, and thy glass of frailty Here runs out to the last. Here, in this mirror, Let man behold the circuit of his fortunes; The season of the Spring dawns like the Morning, Winter at last draws on the Night of Age; The powers, from whom man does derive the pedi gree Of his creation, with a royal bounty Give him Health, Youth, Delight, for free attendants To rectify his carriage: to be thankful Like four straight pillars, the four Elements Of a clear river, streaming in his body, And from our gracious influence, hath both being And preservation; no replies, but reverence. him. [Exeunt. I know not on what authority Longbaine speaks, but he expressly attributes the greater part of this Moral Masque to Ford. As far as concerns the last two Acts, I agree with him; and a long and clear examination of this poet's manner enables me to speak with some degree of confidence. But I trace Decker perpetually in the other three Acts, and through the whole of the comic part. I think well of this poet, and should pause before I admitted the inferiority of his genius (as far, at least, as imagination is concerned) to that of Ford: but his rough vigour, and his irregular metre generally enable us to mark the line between him and his more harmonious coadjutor. |