Struck by my power, which the slave dared despise, Bacchus was wounded too by Maia's eyes, And hither stealing to appease his love, Thought Juno Maia; she thought Bacchus Jove. JUNO. No, no! not I BACCHUS. I'm glad I was prevented. JUPITER. A lucky disappointment, on my life, All love is thrown away upon a wife: [Aside. How sad! my interruption could not please her. She moves my pity Juno, thy hand, the I will be ever thine CUPID. Soften, Jove, and ease her. JUPITER. girls no more I'll drive at, or wench more private. [Aside. Air. Smooth the furrows of thy brow, Jove is all the lover now: Others he'll no more pursue, But be ever fix'd to you. JUNO. Then contented I resign My prerogative of scolding; Quiet when thy love is mine, When my arms with thine are folding. CUPID. Then, jolly Bacchus, why should we stand out? AIR. Love and wine uniting, Love, and wine uniting, All heav'n they can afford. BACCHUS. Zounds, I agree, 'tis folly to oppose it: Let's pay our duty here, and then we'll close it. Air. To you, ye brave, ye fair, ye gay, CUPID. [To the audience. For you, ye fair, whose heavenly charms And the soft, melting, sinking lay Which modesty would blush to hear. JUNO. Ye brave, the pillars of the state, JUPITER. From you, ye glories of mankind, CHORUS. So when along the eastern skies The glories of the morning rise, The humble flower which slept the night, Expands its beauties to the light, Glows in its glossy new array, And shines amidst the shining day. END OF THE REVENGE. And I tell you, Mr. Latitat, it shall not be. I'll have no Society of Antiquaries meet here. None but the honourable Members of the Coterie shall assemble here-you shall know. LATITAT. Suspend your rage, Lady Tempest, and let me open my brief. Have you not this day, moved by the instigation of the devil, and not having the fear of God before your eyes, wilfully and wittingly and maliciously, driven all my friends out of my house? Was it done like a Woman of Quality? LADY TEMPEST. It was done like a Woman of Spirit: a character, shall ever be my task to maintain. Air. Away with your maxims, and dull formal rules, LATITAT. But upon my soul, Madam, I have one more consideration which should especially move you to bridle your passion for it spoils your face. : When you knocked down Lord Rust with the bust of Marcus Aurelius, you looked the very picture of the Alecto last taken out of the Herculaneum. Air. Passion worse than age will plough Furrows on the frowning brow; Rage and passion will disgrace Whilst good-nature will supply LADY TEMPEST. Mr. Latitat, I won't be abused-Did I for this condescend to forget my quality and marry such a tautology of nothing ?—I will not be abused. |