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He shall give payment of a royal prize,
With all store that time is bought for. Cup. Be a lover, I will wait thee
With success in life most sought for. For. Be enamour'd on bright honour,
And thy greatness shall shine glorious, Cup. Chastity, if thou smile on her,
Shall grow servile, thou victorious, For. Be a warrior, conquest ever
Shall triumphantly renown thee, Cup. Be a courtier, beauty never
Shall but with her duty crown thee, For. Fortune's wheel is thine, depose me ;
I'm thy slave, thy power has bound me. Cup. Cupid's shafts are thine, dispose me;
Love loves love ; thy graces wound me, Both. Live, reign! pity is fame's jewel ;
We obey; oh! be not cruel. Ray. You ravish me with infinites, and lay A bounty of more sovereignty and amazement, Than the Atlas of mortality can support.
Enter, behind, HUMOUR and Folly.
Hum. What's here?
Hum. With what an earnestness he compli
[ments.] Fol. Upon my life he means to turn costermonger, and is projecting how to forestal the market; I shall cry pippins rarely.
Ray. Till now my longings were ne'er satisfied, And the desires my sensual appetite Were only fed with, barren expectations To what I now am fill'd with.
Fol. Yes, we are filled and must be emptied ; these wind-fruits have distended my guts into a lenten pudding, there's no fat in them ; my belly swells, but my sides fall away: a month of such diet would make me a living anatomy. Pom. These are too little; more are due to
him, That is the pattern of his father's glory: Dwell but amongst us, industry shall strive To make another artificial nature, And change all other seasons into ours. Hum. Shall my heart break? I can contain no longer.
[Comes forward, with Folly. Ray. How fares my loved Humour ? Hum. A little stirr'd; -- no matter, I'll be
merry ; Call for some music-do not ;- I'll be melancholy.
Fol. A sullen humour, and common in a dicer that has lost all his money.
Pom. Lady, I hope 'tis no neglect of courtesy In us, that so disturbs you; if it rise
From any discontent, reveal the cause;
Hum. Oh, my heart !-
Fol. And unlace your petticoat.
some sweetheart, Some new fresh sweetheart; [To Rav.]—I'm a
goodly fool To be thus play'd on, staled and foil'd.
Pom. Why, madam? We can be courteous without stain of honour: 'Tis not the raging of a lustful blood That we desire to tame with satisfaction, Nor have his masculine graces in our breast Kindled a wanton fire; our bounty gives him A welcome free, but chaste and honourable. Hum. Nay, 'tis all one; I have a tender
heart: Come, come, let's drink.
Fol. A humour in fashion with gallants, and brought out of the Low Countries. Hum. Fie! there's no music in thee ;-let us
sing. Fol. Here's humour in the right trim! a few more such toys would make the little world of man run mad as the puritan that sold his conscience for a maypole
[A flourish.—Shouts within. Ray. The meaning of this mirth? Pom. My lord is coming.
Ray. Let us attend to humble our best thanks, For these high favours.
Enter AUTUMN and BACCHANALIAN. Pom. My dearest lord, according to th' injunc
tion Of your command, I have, with all observance, Given entertainment to this noble stranger. Aut. The Sun-born Raybright, minion of my
Ray. Make me but treasurer
Aut. My Pomona,
Pom. I obey.
Hum. I'll drink,
[Exeunt Hum. and Pom. Aut. Raybright, a health to Phæbus!
[A Flourish.-Drinks. Ray. I must pledge that too.
Aut. Now, one other health
[Flourish.-Drinks. Ray. I am for that too.
Aut. 'Tis well;
' And yet we wear no bays.] The 4to reads: And ye wear no bays. I think this belongs to Raybright, who, on hearing Autumn express his devotion to the Sun, observes, that he does not wear the insignia of that deity ; and yet ye wear, &c.; to which the other replies with a boast of his attachment to Bacchus, our cups are only, &c." I have, however, made no change in the former arrangement of the text.