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Chor. Merrily, &c.

[Here, and at the conclusion of every

stanza they drink.
Wine is a charm, it gives heat to the blood,
And the coward is arm'd if his liquor be good;
Wine quickens the wit, and makes the back able,
And it scorns to submit to the watch or constable.'

Merrily, &c.
Let the pots fly about, give us more liquor,
Our wits will be nimbler, our brains will flow quicker,
Empty the cask; and score up, we care not ;
Fill the pots all again, drink on, and spare not.

Merrily, foc. There is a whirlwind in my brains, I could both caper and turn round.'

Aut. Oh, a dance by all means !
Now cease your healths, and in an active motion
Bestir ye nimbly, to beguile the hours.

Aut. How likes our friend this pastime ?
Ray. Above utterance.
Oh, how have I, in ignorance or dulness,
Run through the progress of so many minutes,
Accusing him, who was my life's first author,
Of slackness and neglect, while I have dream'd
The folly of my days in vain expense
Of useless taste and pleasure! Pray, my lord,
Let one health pass about, while I bethink me
What course I am to take, for being denizen
In your unlimited courtesies.

Aut. Devise a round ;2
You have your liberty.

1 In Ford's days the accent of this word was laid on the penultima. It may be as well to add, that a little help has been occasionally given to the metre, as this was a point in which Decker was exceedingly careless,

2 Devise a round,] i. e. a health to pass round; name a toast, in short; which Raybright immediately does.-GIFFORD.


Ray. A health to Autumn's self!
And here let time hold still his restless glass,
That not another golden sand may fall
To measure how it passeth.

[They drink.
Aut. Continue here with me, and by thy pres-
Creaté me favourite to thy fair progenitor,
And be mine heir.

Ray. I want words to express My thankfulness.

Aut. Whate'er the wanton Spring, When she doth diaper the ground with beauties, Toils for, comes home to Autumn; Summer sweats, Pasturing her furlongs, ripening the fruits for

food, While Autumn's garners house them; I alone, in

every land, Traffic my useful merchandise; gold and jewels, Lordly possessions, are for my commodities Mortgaged and lost: I sit chief moderator Between the cheek-parch'd Summer, and th' ex

tremes Of Winter's tedious frost; nay, in myself I do contain another teeming Spring. Surety of health, prosperity of life Belongs to Autumn; if thou then canst hope To inherit immortality in frailty, Live here till time be spent, yet be not old. Ray. Under the Sun, you are the year's great

emperor. Aut. On now, to new variety of feasts; Princely contents are fit for princely guests.

Ray. My lord, I'll follow. [Flourish.-- Exit Aut. Sure, I am not well.

Fol. Surely, I am half-drunk, or monstrously mis. taken: you mean to stay here, belike ?

Ray. Whither should I go else?

Fol. Nay, if you will kill yourself in your own de fence, I'll not be of your jury.

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Re-enter HUMOUR. Hum. You have had precious pleasures, choice

of drunkenness; Will you be gone?

Ray. I feel a war within me,
And every doubt that resolution kills
Springs up a greater: in the year's revolution,
There cannot be a season more delicious,
When Plenty, Summer's daughter, empties daily
Her cornucopia, fill'd with choicest viands.

Fol. Plenty's horn is always full in the city.
Ray. When temperate heat offends not with ex-

When day and night have their distinguishment
With a more equal measure;

Hum. Ha! in contemplation ?
Ray. When the bright Sun, with kindly distant

Gilds ripen'd fruit;

Hum. And what fine meditation Transports you thus? You study some encomium Upon the beauty of the garden's queen; You'd make the paleness to supply the vacancy Of Cynthia's dark defect. Come, Raybright; whatsoe'er suggestions Have won on thy apt weakness, leave these empty And hollow-sounding pleasures, that include Only a windy substance of delight, Which every motion alters into air; I'll stay no longer here.

Ray. I must.

Hum. You shall not;
These are adulterate mixtures of vain follies;
I'll bring thee
Into the court of Winter; there thy food
Shall not be sickly fruits, but healthful broths,
Strong meat and dainty.

Fol. Pork, beef, mutton, very sweet mutton, veal, venison, capon, fine fat capon, partridge, snipe, plover, larks, teal, admirable teal, my lord.

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Hum. Mystery there, like to another nature,
Confects the substance of the choicest fruits
In a rich candy, with such imitation
Of form and colour, 't will deceive the eye,
Until the taste be ravish’d.

Fol. Comfits and caraways, marchpanes' and marmalades, sugar-plums and pippin-pies, gingerbread and walnuts.

Hum. Nor is his bounty limited; he 'll not spare To exhaust the treasure of a thousand Indies.

Fol. Two hundred pound suppers, and neither fiddlers nor broken glasses reckoned; besides, a hundred pound a throw, ten times together, if you can hold out so long.

Ray. You tell me wonders ! Be my conductress; I'll fly this place in secret ; Three quarters of my time are almost spent, The last remains to crown my full content. Now, if I fail, let man's experience read me; ’T was Humour, join'd with Folly, did mislead me.

На Leave this naked season,
Wherein the very trees shake off their locks,
It is so poor and barren.
Ray. Come, let 's go taste old Winter's fresh de-

And swell with pleasures our big appetites.
The Summer, Autumn, [Winter,) and the Spring,
As 't were, conjoin'd in one conjugal ring
(An emblem of four provinces we sway),
Shall all attend our pastimes night and day;
Shall both be subject to our glorious state,
While we enjoy the blessings of our fate : 2

1 Marchpane was a sweet biscuit composed of sugar and almonds, like those now called maccaroni. It was a constant article in the desserts of our ancestors, and it appeared sometimes on more solemn occa

When Elizabeth visited Cambridge, the University presented their chancellor, Sir William Cecil, with two pair of gloves, a marchpane, and two sugar-loaves. Peck's Desid. Curiosa, ii. 29.

2 Here the fourth act probably ended in the first sketch of this drama, as what follows seems merely preparatory to the introduction of Raybright in a character which could not have originally been in the writer's



And since we have notice that some brabarous

spirits Mean to oppose our entrance, if by words They 'll not desist, we 'll force our way with swords.



The Court of WINTER.

Enter several Clowns. 1 Clown. Hear you the news, neighbour?

2 Clown. Yes, to my grief, neighbour; they say our prince Raybright is coming hither, with whole troops and trains of courtiers: we are like to have a fine time on't, neighbours.

· 3 Clown. Oh, these courtiers, neighbours, are pestilent knaves ; but I'll pluck a crow! with some of 'em.

1 Clown. 'Faith, neighbour, let's lay our heads together, and resolve to die like men.

2 Clown. They may talk, and call us rebels, but a fig for that; let's be true among ourselves, and with our swords in hand resist his entrance.

Win. Bold, saucy mortals, dare you then aspire
With snow and ice to quench the sphere of fire ?

contemplation. James I. died not many months after the first appearance of the Sun's Darling, and I can think of no more probable cause for the insertion of this purpureus pannus, than a desire in the managers to gratify the common feeling, by paying some extraordinary compliment to the youthful monarch, his successor. On the score of poetry, the speeches of Winter are entitled to praise; but they grievously offend on the side of propriety, and bear no relation whatever to the previous language and conduct of Raybright. But the readers of our ancient drama must be . prepared for inconsistencies of this kind, and be as indulgent to them as possible, in consideration of the many excellencies by which they are almost invariably redeemed.--GIFFORD.

1 Pluck a crow.) A vulgar expression for picking a quarrel with a person.-GIFFORD.

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