call our company together, and go meet this prince he talks so of. 3 Clown. Some shall have but a sour welcome of it, if my crabtree-cudgel hold here. Win. "Tis, I see, Not in my power to alter destiny; You're mad in your rebellious minds: but hear What I presage, with understanding clear, As your black thoughts are misty; take from me This prince shall come, and, by his glorious side, Night shall be changed into perpetual day: Shall have a long and prosperous reign on earth, 6 And turtle-footed peace Dance like a fairy, &c.] This, as well as several other expressions in this elegant augury," is taken from the beautiful address to Elizabeth, in Jonson's Epilogue to Every Man out of his Humour. The throat of war be stopp'd within her realm, About her court, &c. A Flourish.-Enter RAYBRIGHT, HUMOUR, BOUNTY, and DELIGHT. But see, our star appears; and from his eye Ray. What bold rebellious caitiffs dare disturb The happy progress of our glorious peace, Contemn the justice of our equal laws, Profane those sacred rights, which still must be I came to frolic with you, and to cheer I'm come to be your guest; your bounteous, free A welcome entertainment. Win. Illustrious sir! I am [not] ignorant To feel the ice fall from my crisled skin;] This word is familiar to me, though I can give no example of it. In Devonshire, where Ford must have often heard it, it means that roughening, shrivelling effect of severe cold upon the skin, known in other counties by the name of goose-flesh. My outward welcome. To that glorious light By honouring you, to keep my faith alive To him, brave prince, through you, who do inherit I, from my youth, a span of time will steal And swell your soul with my delights and sport. Did admiration beget in me truly The rare-match'd twins at once, pity and pleasure. [Pity, that one3] So royal, so abundant in earth's blessings, Should not partake the comfort of those beams, With which the Sun, beyond extent, doth cheer The other seasons; yet my pleasures with you, From their false charms, do get the start, as far As Heaven's great lamp from every minor star. Boun. Sir, you can speak well; if your tongue deliver The message of your heart, without some cunning Of restraint, we may hope to enjoy. The lasting riches of your presence hence [forth] Without distrust or change. 8 Ray. Winter's sweet bride, Something is evidently lost in this place. I have merely inserted a word or two, to give meaning to what follows. All conquering Bounty, queen of hearts, life's glory, Nature's perfection; whom all love, all serve; Boun. Come, you flatter me. Ray. I flatter you! why, madam, you are Bounty; Sole daughter to the royal throne of peace. Hum. He minds not me now. Ray. Bounty's self! For you, he is no soldier dares not fight; [Aside. No scholar he, that dares not plead your merits, Yet, where you are, the glories of your smiles misery, And cherish desolation: 'deed I honour you, And, as all others ought to do, I serve you. Hum. Are these the rare sights, these the promis'd compliments? Win. Attendance on our revels! let delight Conjoin the day with sable-footed night; Both shall forsake their orbs, and in one sphere Meet in soft mirth, and harmless pleasures here: While plump Lyæus shall, with garland crown'd Of triumph-ivy, in full cups abound Of Cretan wine, and shall dame Ceres call While gaudy Summer, Autumn, and the Spring, Enter CONCEIT and DETRACTION. Con. Wit and pleasure, soft attention Detr. Conceit, peace! for Detraction Con. Detr. Con. Antick, leave me! For in labouring to bereave me Here's a hot age, When such petty penmen covet Fame by folly! On; I'll prove it I defy thee; Here are nobler judges; wit |