Sun. They'll confound him But he shall run [his course;] go and receive him. [Exit PLENTY. Sum. Your sparkling eyes, and his arrival, draws Heaps of admirers; earth itself will sweat To bear our weights. Vouchsafe, bright power, to borrow Winds not too rough from Æolus, to fan Our glowing faces. Sun. I will: ho, Æolus! Unlock the jail, and lend a wind or two To fan my girl, the Summer. Eol. (Within.) I will. Sun. No roarers. Eol. (Within.) No. Sun. Quickly. Eol. (Within.) Fly, you slaves! Summer sweats; cool her. [Hoboys.-The SUN takes his seat above. Enter RAYBRIGHT, HUMOUR, PLENTY, FOLLY, Country-fellows, and Wenches. SONG. Haymakers, rakers, reapers, and mowers, Dress up with musk-rose her eglantine bowers, Daffodils strew the green; Sing, dance, and play, The Sun does bravely shine Rich as a pearl Comes every girl, This is mine, this is mine, this is mine; Let us die, ere away they be borne. Bow to the Sun, to our queen, and that fair one Come to behold our sports: Each bonny lass here is counted a rare one, These and we With country glee, Will teach the woods to resound, And the hills with echoes hollow: Their bleating dams, 'Mongst kids shall trip it round; For joy thus our wenches we follow. Wind, jolly huntsmen, your neat bugles shrilly, Hounds make a lusty cry; Spring up, you falconers, the partridges freely, Then let your brave hawks fly. Horses amain, Over ridge, over plain, The dogs have the stag in chase : 'Tis a sport to content a king. So ho ho! through the skies How the proud bird flies, And sousing kills with a grace! Now the deer falls; hark! how they ring [The SUN by degrees is clouded. Sum. Leave off; the Sun is angry, and has drawn A cloud before his face. Del. He is vex'd to see That proud star shine [so] near you,* at whose rising The Spring fell sick and died; think what I told you, His coyness will kill you else Sum. It cannot.-Fair prince, Though your illustrious name has touch'd mine ear, Till now I never saw you; nor never saw A man, whom I more love, more hate. Ray. Ha, lady! Sum. For him I love you, from whose glittering rays You boast your great name; for that name I hate you, Because you kill'd my mother and my nurse. never Hold you by the hand again. Sum. You have free leave To thrust your arm into our treasury, 4 Del. He is vex'd to see That proud star shine so near you.] The quarto gives this speech to Humour; but she is evidently the proud star to whom it refers. It must stand as it is now regulated. Ray. Divinest! Hum. Let her go. Fol. And I'll go after; for I must and will have a fling at one of her plum-trees. Ray. I ne'er was scorn'd till now. Hum. This that Altezza, That Rhodian wonder gazed at by the Sun!- Hum. She bids you share her treasure; but who keeps it? Fol. She points to trees great with child with fruit; but when delivered? grapes hang in ropes; but no drawing, not a drop of wine! whole ears of corn lay their ears together for bread, but the devil a bit I can touch. Hum. Be ruled by mé once more; leave her. Ray. In scorn, As [s]he does me. Fol. Scorn! If I be not deceived, I have seen Summer go up and down with hot codlings; and that little baggage, her daughter Plenty, crying six bunches of raddish for a penny. Hum. Thou shalt have nobler welcome; for I'll bring thee This that Altezza, &c.] The lady Humour appears to have adopted a prodigious scale of magnitude for her admiration. She had before termed Raybright " a bedfellow for a fairy;" and she now quarrels with Summer because she does not resemble a Colossus. With hot codlings.] i, e. green pease. See the "Witch of Edmonton." To a brave and bounteous housekeeper, free 'Autumn. Fol. Oh, there's a lad!-let's go then. Re-enter PLENTY. Plen. Where is this prince? my mother, for the Indies, Must not have you [de]part. Ray. Must not? Re-enter SUMMER. Sum. No, must not. I did but chide thee, like a whistling wind, By dragons kept, (the apples being pure gold) Plen. Love but my mother, I'll give thee corn enough to feed the world. Ray. I need not golden apples, nor your corn; What land soe'er the world's surveyor, the Sun, Can measure in a day, I dare call mine: All kingdoms I have right to; I am free Of every country; in the four elements I have as deep a share as an emperor; All beasts whom the earth bears are to serve me, All birds to sing to me; and can you catch me With a tempting golden apple? Plen. She's too good for thee. When she was born, the Sun for joy did rise |