Ray. Under the Sun, you are the year's great

emperor. Aut. On now, to new variety of feasts; Princely contents are fit for princely guests.

Ray. My lord, I'll follow. [Flourish. Exit Aut. Sure, I am not well.

Fol. Surely I am half drunk, or monstrously mistaken : you mean to stay here, belike?

Ray. Whither should I go else?

Fol. Nay, if you will kill yourself in your own defence, I'll not be of your jury.

gone?

Re-enter HUMOUR. Hum. You have had precious pleasures, choice

of drunkenness; Will you

be Ray. I feel a war within me, And every doubt that resolution kills Springs up a greater: In the year's revolution, There cannot be a season more delicious, When Plenty, Summer's daughter, empties daily Her cornucopia, fill'd with choicest viands.

Fol. Plenty's horn is always full in the city. Ray. When temperate heat offends not with

extremes, When day and night have their distinguishment With a more equal measure;

Hum. Ha! in contemplation?

Fol. Troubling himself with this windy-guts, this belly-aching Autumn, this Apple John Kent, and warden of Fruiterers' hall.

Ray. When the bright Sun, with kindly distant

beams Gilds ripen'd fruit;

Hum. And what fine meditation Transports you thus? You study some encomium Upon the beauty of the garden's queen ; You'd make the paleness to supply the vacancy Of Cynthia's dark defect.

Fol. Madam, let but a green-sickness chambermaid be thoroughly steeled, if she get not a better colour in one month, I'll be forfeited to Autumn for ever, and fruit-eat my flesh into a consumption, Hum. Come, Raybright; whatsoe'er sugges;

tions Have won on thy apt weakness, leave these

empty
And hollow-sounding pleasures, that include
Only a windy substance of delight,
Which every motion alters into air;
I'll stay no longer here.

Ray. I must.

Hum. You shall not;
These are adulterate mixtures of vain follies :
I'll bring thee
Into the court of Winter; there thy food
Shall not be sickly fruits, but healthful broths,
Strong meat and dainty.

Fol. Pork, beef, mutton, very sweet mutton, veal, venison, capon, fine fat capon, partridge, snite, plover, larks, teal, admirable teal, my lord.

Hum. Mistery there, like to another nature,

Confects the substance of the choicest fruits
In a rich candy, with such imitation
Of form and colour, 'twill deceive the

eye, Until the taste be ravish'd.

Fol. Comfits and caraways, marchpanes and marmalades, sugar-plums and pippin-pies, gingerbread and walnuts.

Hum. Nor is his bounty limited; he'll not spare To exhaust the treasure of a thousand Indies.

Fol. Two hundred pound suppers, and neither fiddlers nor broken glasses reckoned; besides, a hundred pound a throw, ten times together, if you can hold out so long.

Ray. You tell me wonders!
Be my conductress; I'll fly this place in secret:
Three quarters of my time are almost spent,
The last remains to crown my full content.
Now, if I fail, let man's experience read me;
'Twas Humour, join'd with Folly, did mislead me.

Hum. Leave this naked season,
Wherein the very trees shake off their locks,
It is so poor and barren.

Fol. And when the hair falls off, I have heard a poet say, 'tis no good sign of a sound body. Ray. Come, let's go taste old Winter's fresh

delights, And swell with pleasures our big appetites. The Summer, Autumn, [Winter) and the Spring, As 'twere conjoin’d in one conjugal ring, (An emblem of four provinces we sway,) Shall all attend our pastimes night and day;

Shall both be subject to our glorious state,
While we enjoy the blessings of our fate ::
And since we have notice that some barbarous

spirits Mean to oppose our entrance, if by words They'll not desist, we'll force our way with swords.

[Eveunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Court of WINTER.

Enter several Cloruns.

1 Clown. Hear you the news, neighbour?

2 Clown. Yes, to my grief, neighbour; they say our prince Raybright is coming hither, with whole troops and trains of courtiers : we are like to have a fine time on't, neighbours.

3 Clown. Our wives and daughters are, for they are sure to get by the bargain; though our barn be emptied, they will be sure to be with bairn for't. Oh, these courtiers, neighbours, are pestilent knaves; but ere I'll suffer it, I'll pluck a crow+ with some of 'em.

1 Clown. 'Faith, neighbour, let's lay our heads together, and resolve to die like men, rather than live like beasts.

2 Clown. Aye, like horn-beasts, neighbour: they may talk, and call us rebels, but a fig for that, 'tis not a fart matter: let's be true amongst ourselves, and with our swords in hand resist his entrance.

Enter WINTER.
Win. What sullen murmurings' does your gall

bring forth? Will you prov't true, “No good comes from the

north ?” Bold, saucy mortals, dare you then aspire With snow and ice to quench the sphere of fire? Are your hearts frozen like your clime, from thence All temperate heat's fled of obedience? How durst you else with force think to withstand Your prince's entry into this his land ? A prince, who is so excellently good, His virtue is his honour, more than blood;