« PreviousContinue »
Del. A company of rural fellows, faced?
Spring. What is't?
Spring. Give them our court.-
may make thee stop thine 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 stol’n
away By great ones,—that's
fear. Ray. Fear it not, lady; Should all the world's black sorceries be laid
Enter the MORRICE-DANCERS. To blow me hence, I move not.
? 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 ?
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 you feed 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,
And what's thy name?] Raybright has but a short memory; be 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.
9 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.
Were not their pleasures varied? shall not mine," :
then ? Should day last ever, 'twould be loath'd as night; Change is the sauce that sharpens appetite. The way? I'll to her. .
Fol. The way is windy and narrow; for, look you, I do but wind this cornet, and if another answer it, she comes. Ray. Be quick then!
[Folly winds his cornet, and is answered
Enter HUMOUR, followed by a Soldier, a Spaniard,
an Italian dancer, and a French tailor.
Hum. Is this that flower the Spring so dotes
Fol. This is that honeysuckle she sticks in her ruff.
Hum. A bedfellow for a fairy! [Aside.
Ray. Admired perfection,
Hum. My heart-strings shall then,
up in flattering incense to the Sun, For shooting glances at her, and for sending
Whole choirs of singers to her every morn,
Ray. The rose-lipp'd dawning
Hum. What bird ?
Fol. A ring-tail. - Hum. Thou shalt be turn’d to nothing but to
fresh fashions! I'm not brave enough To make thee wonder at me.
Ray. Not the moon,
Hum. This feather was a bird of Paradise;
Ray. No kingdom buys it from me.
Fol. Being in fool's paradise he must not lose his bauble.
Ray. I am wrapt,