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Fol. Hey-hoes! a god of winds: there's at least four-and-twenty of them imprisoned in my belly; if I sigh not forth some of them, the rest will break out at the back-door; and how sweet the music of their roaring will be, let an Irishman judge.
Ray. He is a songster too.
Fol. A very foolish one; my music is natural, and came by inheritance: my father was a French nightingale, and my mother an English wagtail; I was born a cuckoo in the spring, and lost my voice in summer, with laying my eggs in a sparrow's nest; but I'll venture for one :—fill my dishevery one take his own, and, when I hold up my finger, off with it, Aut. Begin.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, Oh, ho!
Play it of stifly, we may not part so. Chor. Merrily, &c. [Here, and at the conclusion of
every stanza, they drink. Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ; Quickens the wit, and makes the back able, Scorns to submit to the watch or constable.
Pots fly about, give us more liquor,
spare not. Merrily, &c. Now, have I more air than ten musicians; besides 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.
Fol. I am for you in that too; 'twill jog down the lees of these rouses into a freer passage ; but take heed of sure footing, 'tis a slippery season : many men fall by rising, and many women are raised by falling
Ray. Above utterance.
Aut. Devise a round;" You have your liberty.
- Devise a round.] i. e, a health to pass round ; name a toast, in short; which Raybright immediately does.
Ray. A health to Autumn's self!
[They drink. Aut. Continue here with me, and by thy pre
sence Create 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, comés home to Autumn; Summer
sweats, Either in pasturing her furlongs, reaping The
crop of bread, ripening the fruits for food, [While] Autumn's garners house them, Autumn's
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.
be gone ? Ray. I feel a war within me, And every
doubt that resolution kills
Fol. Plenty's horn is always full in the city.
extremes, When day and night have their distinguishment With a more equal measure;
Hum. Ha! in contemplation?
Fol. Troubling himself with this windy-guts, this belly-aching Autumn, this Apple John Kent, and warden of Fruiterers' hall.
Ray. When the bright Sun, with kindly distant
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 dạrk defect.
Fol. Madam, let but a green-sickness chambermaid be thoroughly steeled, if she get not a better colour in one month, I'll be forfeited to Autumn for ever, and fruit-eat my flesh into a consumption. Hum. Come, Raybright; whatsoe'er sugges
tions Have won on thy apt weakness, leave these
Ray, I must.
Hum. You shall not;
Fol. Pork, beef, mutton, very sweet mutton, veal, venison, capon, fine fat capon, partridge. snite, plover, larks, teal, admirable teal, my lorda
Hum. Mistery there, like to another nature,