Ray. To any one, that knows you not, it is. indeed, la! Fol. Away, away! I have no such meaning, [Music of Recorders. Priest. Hark! the fair hour is come; draw to the altar, And, with amazement, reverence and comfort, Behold the broad eyed lamp of heaven descending! Stand! The SUN appears above. Fol. Oh, brave! Priest. Stand. SONG. Glorious and bright! lo, here we bend Ray. Let not my fate too swiftly run, + The influence of thy powerful beams.] For beams, the old copy reads dreams,-an evident mis-print; of which there are far too many in this piece. ` Fol. Now am I an arrant rascal, and cannot speak one word for myself, if I were hanged. Sun. Raybright! Priest. It calls you; answer. Ray. Lord and Father! Sun. We know thy cares; appear to give release: Boldly make thy demands, for we will please Ray. Fair-beam'd sir! I dare not greedily prefer Your love shall perfect my heart's bliss, If I but for one only year, Enjoy the several pleasures here, Which every season in his kind, Sun. I find Thy reason breeds thy appetite, and grant it; Be subject to his will. -Priest. Light's lord! we go. [Exeunt PRIEST and RAYBRIGHT. Fol. And I will follow, that am not in love with such fopperies. [Exit. Sun. We must descend, and leave awhile our sphere,' To greet the world.-Ha? there does now appear moves, Stand fix'd in firmaments of blest content! Meanwhile [the] recreations we present, Shall strive to please:-I have the foremost tract; Each Season else begins and ends an Act. [The Sun disappears. 5 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. 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, That Spring, on thy fair cheeks, in kisses lays name, RAYBRIGHT, as bright in person as in fame! Ray. Your eyes amazed me first, but now mine ears Feel your tongue's charm; in you move all the spheres. Oh, lady! would the Sun, which gave me life, Spring. Why? all my veins Shrink up, as if cold Winter were come back, And with his frozen beard had numb'd my lips, To hear that sigh fly from you. Ray. Round about me A firmament of such full blessings shine, 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, [like] 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. |