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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.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
The Court of AUTUMN.
Enter POMONA, RAYBRIGHT, CUPID, and FOR
Ray. Your entertainments, Autumn's bounteous
Have feasted me with rarities as delicate,
As the full growth of an abundant year
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;
All delicacies, which the wanton sense
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
Of every age and quality post, madding,
Of what his thoughts can glory to command:
He shall give payment of a royal prize,
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,
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
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
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
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:
That we desire to tame with satisfaction,
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.