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Ray. A health to Autumn's self!
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 mistaken: you mean to stay here, belike ?
Ray. Whither should I go else?
Fol. Nay, if you will kill yourself in your own defence, I'll not be of your jury.
Re-enter HUMOUR. Hum. You have had precious pleasures, choice
of drunkenness; Will you be gone ?
Ray. I feel a war within me,
Fol. Plenty's horn is always full in the city.
beams 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;
Fol. Pork, beef, mutton, very sweet mutton, veal, venison, capon, fine fat capon, partridge, snipe, plover, larks, teal, admirable teal, my lord.
Hum. Mystery there, like to another nature,
Fol. Comfits and caraways, marchpanes' and mar. malades, 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; 'Twas Humour, join'd with Folly, did mislead me.
Hum. Leave this naked season,
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. sions. 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
Whole choirs of singers to her every morn,
Ray. The rose-lipp'd dawning
Hum. What bird ?
Hum. Thou shalt be turn'd to nothing but to mine,
Ray. Not the moon,
Hum. This feather was a bird of Paradise ;
Ray. No kingdom buys it from me.
Fol. Being in fool's paradise he must not lose his bauble. Ray. I am rapt above man's being, in being
Hum. All my attendants
Fol. Folly is sworn to him already never to leave him.
Ray. He ?
Fol. A French gentleman, that trails a Spanish pike;' a tailor.
I Spanish pike,] i. e. a needle. Our best sword-blades, scissors, needles, &c. were, in the poet's days, imported from Spain. -GIFFORD.
Are your hearts frozen like your clime, from
thence All temperate heat's fled of obedience ? How durst you else with force think to withstand Your prince's entry into this his land ? A prince, who is so excellently good, His virtue is his honour, more than blood; In whose clear nature, as two suns, do rise The attributes of merciful and wise ; Whose laws are so impartial, that they must Be counted heavenly, 'cause they're truly just; Who does, with princely moderation, give His subjects an example how to live; Teaching their erring natures to direct Their wills, to what it ought most to effect: Yet you, wild fools, possess'd with giant rage, Dare, in your lawless fury, think to wage War against Heaven; and from his shining throne Pull Jove himself, for you to tread upon ; Were your heads circled with his own green oak, Yet are they subject to his thunder stroke, And he can sink such wretches as rebel, Frorn Heaven's sublimest height down to the depth
of Hell. i Clown. Nay, let him do his worst; there's many a tall' fellow, besides us, will rather die than see his living taken from them, nay, even eat up; all things are grown so dear, there's no enduring more mouths than our own, neighbour.
2 Clown. Thou 'rt a wise fellow, neighbour : prate is but prate. They say this prince too would bring new laws upon us, new rites into the temples of our gods; and that's abominable ; we'll all be hang'd first. Win. Dull, stubborn fools! whose perverse judg
ments still Are governed by the malice of your will,
1 Tall and brave are synonymous terms in our old dramas.