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Sun. We must descend, and leave awhile our
[The Sun disappears.
S We must descend, &c.] The " sphere” in which the “lord of Light" appeared, was probably a creaking throne which overlooked the curtain at the back of the stage; from this he probably descended to the raised platform. Besides his robe, flammas imitante pyropo, his solar majesty was probably distinguished by a tiara, or rayed coronet,-but this is no subject for light merriment. Whatever his SHAPE might be, his address to the audience of the Cockpit is graceful, elegant, and poetical. I believe it to be the composition of Decker.
ACT II. SCENE I.
The Garden of SPRING.
Enter SPRING, RAYBRIGHT, Youth, HEALTH,
Spring. Welcome! The mother of the year, the
Spring, That mother, on whose back Age ne'er can sit, For Age still waits on her; that Spring, the nurse Whose milk the Summer sucks, and is made
wanton; Physician to the sick, strength to the sound, By whom all things above and under-ground Are quieken'd with new heat, fresh blood, brave
vigour, That Spring, on thy fair cheeks, in kisses lays Ten thousand welcomes, free as are those rays, From which thy name thou borrow'st; glorious
name, RAYBRIGHT, as bright in person as in fame!
Ray. Your eyes amazed me first, but now mine
Feel your tongue's charm; in you move all the
Oh, lady! would the Sun, which gave me life,
Spring. Why? all my veins
Ray. Round about me A firmament of such full blessings shine, I, in your sphere, seem a star more divine, Than in my father's chariot, should I ride One year about the world in all his pride. Spring. Oh, that sweet breath revives me; if
thou never Part'st hence, (as part thou shalt not,) be happy
ever! Ray. I know I shall.
Spring. Thou, to buy whose state Kings would lay down their crowns, fresh Youth,
wait, I charge thee, on my darling.
Youth. Madam, I shall, And on his smooth cheek such sweet roses set, You still shall sit to gather them; and when Their colours fade, slike) brave shall spring again. Spring. Thou, without whom they that have
hills of gold Are slaves and wretches, Health! that canst nor
be sold Nor bought, I charge thee make his heart a
tower Guarded, for there lies the Spring's paramour.
Health. One of my bands is writing still in
Heaven, For that's Health’s library; t’ other on the Earth, Is physic's treasurer, and what wealth those lay Up for my queen, all shall his will obey.
Ray. Mortality sure falls from me.
Spring. Thou! to whose tunes The five nice senses dance; thou, that dost spin Those golden threads all women love to wind, And but for whom, man would cut off mankind, Delight! not base, but noble, touch thy lyre, And fill my court with brightest Delphic fire.
Del. Hover, you wing'd musicians, in the air! Clouds, leave your dancing ! no winds stir but fair!
Health. Leave blustering March
Song by DELIGHT.
• What bird, &c.] This is taken from the beautiful song of Trico, in Lily's “ Alexander and Campaspe.”. It will be seen from the original, which is subjoined, that it has received no improvements from Delight.
“What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O! 'tis the ravishd nightingale.
Jugg, jugg, jugg, terue she cries,
[The cuckow is heard. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing
Cuckow, to welcome in the Spring.
[The cuckow again. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing Cuckow! to welcome in the Spring.
Spring. How does my sun-born sweetheart like
Her court, her train?
Ray. Wondrous; such ne'er were seen.
light Is a disease to th' wanton appetite. Del. Music, take Echo's voice, and dance quick
rounds To thine own times in repercussive sounds.
[An echo of Cornets. Spring. Enough! I will not weary thee.
[Erit Del. Pleasures, change! Thou, as the Sun in a free zodiac range.