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Ray. Let us attend to humble our best thanks, For these high favours.
Enter AUTUMN and BACCHANALIAN.
Pom. My dearest lord, according to th' injunction
Of your command, I have, with all observance,
Aut. The Sun-born Raybright, minion of my love!
Let us be twins in heart; thy grandsire's beams
I will divide with thee; thou shalt command
In Ceres' fane; Tiber shall pay thee apples,
Ray. Make me but treasurer
Of your respected favours, and that honour
Aut. My Pomona,
Speed to prepare a banquet of [all] novelties.
This is a day of rest, and we, the whiles,
Pom. I obey.
Will't please you, madam? a retirement
From these extremes in men, more tolerable,
Hum. I'll drink,
And be a Bacchanalian-no, I will not.
Enter, I'll follow ;-stay, I'll go before.-
[Exeunt HUM. and Poм.
Aut. Raybright, a health to Phoebus!
These are the Pæans, which we sing to him,
Ray. I must pledge that too.
Aut. Now, one other health
To our grand patron, call'd Good-fellowship;
Whose livery all our people hereabout
Are clad in.
Ray. I am for that too.
Aut. 'Tis well;
Let it go round; and, as our custom is
Of recreations of this nature, join
Your voices, as you drink, in lively notes;
And yet we wear no bays.] The 4to reads: And ye wear no bays. I think this belongs to Raybright, who, on bearing Autumn express his devotion to the Sun, observes, that he does not wear the insignia of that deity; and yet ye wear, &c.; to which the other replies with a boast of his attachment to Bacchus, our cups are only, &c." I have, however, made no change in the former arrangement of the text.
Fol. Hey-hoes! a god of winds: there's at least four-and-twenty of them imprisoned in my belly; if I sigh not forth some of them, the rest will break out at the back-door; and how sweet the music of their roaring will be, let an Irishman judge.
Ray. He is a songster too.
Fol. A very foolish one; my music is natural, and came by inheritance: my father was a French nightingale, and my mother an English wagtail; I was born a cuckoo in the spring, and lost my voice in summer, with laying my eggs in a sparrow's nest; but I'll venture for one:-fill my dishevery one take his own, and, when I hold up my finger, off with it,
Cast away care; he that loves sorrow
[Here, and at the conclusion of every
Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too,
Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too;
Pots fly about, give us more liquor,
Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker; Empty the cask; score up, we care not;
Fill all the pots again, drink on, and
Now, have I more air than ten musicians; besides there is a whirlwind in my brains, I could both caper and turn round.
Aut. Oh, a dance by all means!
Now cease your healths, and in an active motion Bestir ye nimbly, to beguile the hours.
Fol. I am for you in that too; 'twill jog down the lees of these rouses into a freer passage; but take heed of sure footing, 'tis a slippery season: many men fall by rising, and many women are raised by falling.
Aut. How likes our friend this pastime?
Oh, how have I, in ignorance and dulness,
Aut. Devise a round;*
You have your liberty.
2 Devise a round.] i. e. a health to pass round; name a toast, in short; which Raybright immediately does..
Ray. A health to Autumn's self!
And here let time hold still his restless glass,
To measure how it passeth.
Aut. Continue here with me, and by thy pre
Create me favourite to thy fair progenitor,
And be mine heir.
Ray. I want words to express
Aut. Whate'er the wanton Spring,
When she doth diaper the ground with beauties, Toils for, comes home to Autumn; Summer sweats,
Either in pasturing her furlongs, reaping
The crop of bread, ripening the fruits for food, [While] Autumn's garners house them, Autumn's jollities
Feed on them; I alone in every land,
Traffic my useful merchandize; gold and jewels, Lordly possessions, are for my commodities Mortgaged and lost: I sit chief moderator Between the cheek-parch'd Summer, and th' ex
Of Winter's tedious frost; nay, in myself
I do contain another teeming Spring.
Surety of health, prosperity of life
Belongs to Autumn; if thou then canst hope
To inherit immortality in frailty,
Live here till time be spent, yet be not old.