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Dance oʻer our heads, their voices have such charms
They 'll all stand still to listen.
Enter FOLLY (to him a Forester).
Fores. Back! whither go you?
Fol. Oyez! this way.
Fores. None must pass :
Here's kept no open court; our queen this day
Rides forth a-hunting, and, the air being hot,
She will not have rude throngs to stifle her.
The Court of Summer.
Enter SUMMER and DELIGHT.
Sum. And did break her heart then?
Del. Yes, with disdain.
Sum. The heart of my dear mother-nurse, the
I'll break his heart for 't: had she not a face,
Too tempting for a Jove ?
Del. The Graces sat
On her fair eyelids ever; but his youth,
Lusting for change, so doted on a lady,
Fantastic and yet fair, a piece of wonder
(They call her Humour, and her parasite Folly),
He cast the sweet Spring off, and turn'd us from
Yet his celestial kinsman (for young Raybright
Is the Sun's DARLING), knowing his journeying hither
To see thy glorious court, sends me before
T'attend upon you, and spend all my hours
In care for him.
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Sum. Obey your charge!-Oh, thou builder
Of me, thy handmaid! landlord of my life!
Life of my love! throne where my glories sit!
I ride in triumph on a silver cloud,
Now I but see thee.
Sun. Rise !--[She rises.]—Is Raybright come yet?
Del. Not yet.
Sun. Be you indulgent over him;
And lavish thou thy treasure.
Plen. Our princely cousin
Raybright, your Darling, and the world's delight,
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, and mowers,
Wait on your Summer-queen ;
with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, Daffodils strew the green;
Sing, dance, and play,
The Sun does bravely shine
On our ears of corn.
Rich as a pearl
Comes every girl,
This is mine, this is mine, this is mine ;
Let us die, ere away they be borne.
Bow to the Sun, to our queen, and that fair one,
Come to behold our sports :
Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one,
As those in princes' courts.
These and we,
With country glee,
Will teach the woods to resound,
And the hills with echoes hollow:
Their bloating dams,
Mongst kids, shall trip it round;
For joy thus our lasses we follow.
Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly,
Hounds make a lusty cry;
Spring up, you falconers, the partridges
freely Then let your brave hawks fy.
Over ridge, over plain,
The dogs have the stag in chase:
'Tis a sport to content a king.
So ho ho! through the skies
How the proud bird flies,
And sousing kills a grace!
Now the deer falls ; hark? how they ring
[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.
Suin. It cannot.-Fair prince,
Though your illustrious name has touch'd mine ear,
Till now I never saw you; nor never saw
A man whom I more love, more hate.
Ray. Ha, lady!
Surn. For him I love you, from whose glittering
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 after; for I must and will have a fling at one of her plum-trees.
Ray. I ne'er was scorn'd till now.
Hum. Be ruled by me once more; leave her.
Ray. In scorn,
As she does me.
Hum. Thou shalt have nobler welcome; for I'll
bring thee To a brave and bounteous housekeeper, free Autumn. Fol. Oh, there's a lad !-let's go then.
Plen. Where is this prince? my mother, for the
Must not have you depart.
Ray. Must not ?
Sum. No, must not.
I did but chide thee, like a whistling wind,
Playing with leafy dancers: when î told thee
I hated thee, I lied; I dote upon thee.
Unlock my garden of the Hesperides,
By dragons kept (the apples being pure gold),
Take all that fruit; 't is thine.
Plen. Love but my mother,
I'll give thee corn enough to feed the world.
Ray. I need not golden apples, nor your corn;
What land soe'er the world's surveyor, the Sun,
Can measure in a day, I dare call mine:
All kingdoms I have right to; I am free
Of every country; in the four elements
I have as deep'a share as an emperor;
All beasts whom the earth bears are to serve me,
All birds to sing to me; and can you catch me
With a tempting golden apple ?
Plen. She's too good for thee.
When she was born, the Sun for joy did rise
Before his time, only to kiss those eyes,
Which having touch'd, he stole from them such
Of lights, he shone more bright than e'er before;
At which he vow'd whenever she did die,
He'd snatch them up, and in his sister's sphere
Place them, since she had no two stars so clear.
Ray. Let him now snatch them up; away!
And leave this gipsy.
Sum. Oh, I am lost.
Ray. Of no triumph more then love can boast.
[Exit with Humour and FOLLY.
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,