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Sun. I thy wounds will cure,

And lengthen out thy days; his followers gone, Cupid and Fortune, take you charge of him.

Here thou, my brightest queen, must end thy


Some nine months hence I'll shine on thee again.



The Court of AUTUMN.



Ray. Your entertainments, Autumn's bounteous


Have feasted me with rarities as delicate,

As the full growth of an abundant year
Can ripen to my palate.

Pom. They are but courtings

Of gratitude to our dread lord, the Sun,

9 I thy wounds will cure,

And lengthen out thy days.] The Sun takes a strange way to lengthen out the days of Summer, by putting an instant end to them. It must be confessed, that the god acts very capriciously in this scene, and that Summer, considering her short stay, is most ungently treated on all sides.

From whom thou draw'st thy name: the feast of


Our gardens yield are much too coarse for thee;
Could we contract the choice of nature's plenty
Into one form, and that form to contain

All delicacies, which the wanton sense
Would relish, or desire to invent, to please it,
The present were unworthy far to purchase
A sacred league of friendship.

Ray. I have rioted

In surfeits of the ear, with various music

Of warbling birds; I have smelt perfumes of roses, And every flower, with which the fresh-trimm'd earth

Is mantled in the Spring could mock my senses
With these fine barren lullabies; the Summer
Invited my then ranging eyes to look on
Large fields of ripen'd corn, presenting trifles
Of waterish petty dainties; but my taste
Is only here pleas'd: the other objects claim
The style of formal, these are real bounties.
Pom. We can transcend thy wishes; whom the


Of every age and quality post, madding,
From land to land and sea to sea, to meet,
Shall wait upon thy nod, Fortune and Cupid.
Love! yield thy quiver and thine arrows up
To this great prince of time; before him, Fortune!
Pour out thy mint of treasures; crown him sove-

Of what his thoughts can glory to command:

He shall give payment of a royal prize,
To Fortune judgment, and to Cupid eyes.
For. Be a merchant, I will freight thee

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?

Fol. Nay, pray observe.

Ray. Be my heart's empress, build

your king

dom there.

Hum. With what an earnestness he compli


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


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


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;

It shall be soon removed.

Hum. Oh, my heart!Help to unlace my gown.

Fol. And unlace your petticoat.

Hum. Saucy, how now!-'tis well you have some sweetheart,

Some new fresh sweetheart; [To RAY.]-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;
'tis all one; I have a tender


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


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.

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