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Health. One of my hands is writing still in
Ray. Mortality sure falls from me.
Spring. Thou! to whose tunes
Del. Hover, you wing'd musicians, in the air !
Health. Leave blustering March-
Song by DELIGHT.
• What bird, &c.] This is taken from the beautiful song of Trico, in Lily's “ Alexander and Campaspe.” It will be seen from the original, which is subjoined, that it has received no improvements from Delight.
“What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
O ! 'tis the ravishod nightingale.
Jugg, jugg, jugg, terue she cries,
[The cuckow is heard. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing
Cuckow, to welcome in the Spring.
[The cuckow again. Ha, ha! hark, hark! the cuckows sing Cuckow! to welcome in the Spring.
Spring. How does my sun-born sweetheart like
Her court, her train?
Ray. Wondrous; such ne'er were seen.
light Is a disease to th' wanton appetite. Del. Music, take Echo's voice, and dance quick
rounds To thine own times in repercussive sounds.
[An echo of Cornets. Spring. Enough! I will not weary thee.
[Exit Del. Pleasures, change! Thou, as the Sun in a free zodiac range.
Del. A company of rural fellows, faced?
Spring. What is't?
Spring. Give them our court.-
ear ; Take thou my lightning, none but laurel here Shall scape thy blasting: whom thou wilt con
found, Smite; let those stand, who in thy choice sit
crown'd. Ray. Let these then, I may surfeit else on
sweets; Sound sleeps do not still lie in princes' sheets.
Spring. Beckon the rurals in; the country-gray Seldom ploughs treason : should'st thou be stoľ'n
Ray. Fear it not, lady;
Enter the MORRICE-DANCERS.
? A company of rural fellows, faced
Like lovers of your laws.] i. e. with youthful, ruddy, cheerful countenances.
Spring. I am made
Ray. No; pretty and pleasing.
Ray. I shall attend.
and bid my rosy-finger'd May Rob hills and dales, with sweets to strew his
[Exit, followed by Youth and HEALTH.
Enter Folly, and whispers RAYBRIGHT. Ray. An empress, say’st thou, fall’n in love with
me? Fol. She's a great woman, and all great women love to be empresses; her name, the lady Humour. Ray. Strange name!. I never saw her, knew her
not; What kind of creature is she?
Fol. Creature of a skin soft as pomatum, sleek as jelly, white as blanched almonds; no mercer's wife ever handled yard with a prettier [hand]; breath, sweet as a monkey's; lips of cherries, teeth of pearl, eyes of diamond, foot and leg
Ray. And what's thy name ?8
Ray. Humour and Folly! To my listening ear
heart. Ray. This lady, called the Spring, is an odd trifle.
Fol. A green-sickness thing. I came by the way of a hobby-horse letter-of-attorney, sent by my lady as a spy to you. Spring, a hot lady! a few fields and gardens lass. Can
upon sallads and tansies? eat like an ass upon grass every day? At my lady's comes to you now a goose, now a woodcock; nothing but fowl; fowl pies, platters all covered with fowl,' and is not fowl very good fare? Ray. Yea, marry is't, sir; the fowl being kept
clean. My admiration wastes itself in longings To see this rare piece: I'll see her; what are kings,
8 And what's thy name?] Raybright has but a short memory; had been informed of this in a former scene : see p. 336; but perhaps Folly had changed his dress with his service; for he first enters in rags. This, however, will not account for his forgetfulness of the lady Humour, of whom he has just declared bis utter ignorance, though it now appears that he was familiar with her praises. In the preceding speech, I have inserted hand, at a guess; and, in that which follows, have transposed the words thy and thee, at the commencement of the respective lines.
Platters all covered with fowl.] The author seems fearful that his witticisms should escape the reader, for he has judiciously printed foul, in one place, for fowl. This scene savours strongly of Decker, whose inveterate and wearisome propensity to playing on words is everywhere discoverable.