In such a globe of rarities; but say, lady,
What these are that attend you?

Hum. All my attendants
Shall be to thee sworn servants.

Fol. Folly is sworn to him already never to leave him.

Ray. He?

Fol. A French gentleman, that trails a Spanish pike;' a tailor.

Tail. Wee, mounsieur; hey! nimbla upon de cross-caper; me take a de measure of de body from de top a de noddel to de heel and great toe; oh, dish be fine! dis coller is cut out in anger scurvy: oh, dis beeshes pincha de bum; me put one French yard into de toder hose.

Fol. No French yards; they want an [English] yard, at least.

Ray. Shall I be brave, then ?
Hum. Golden as the sun.
Ray. What's he that looks so smickly ?-

Fol. A flounder in a frying-pan, still skipping; one that loves mutton so well, he always carries capers about him; his brains lie in his legs, and his legs serve him to no other use than to do

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tricks, as if he had bought them of a juggler.—He's an Italian dancer, his name

Dan. Signor Lavolta, messer mio; me tesha all de bella corantoes, gagliardas, pianettas, capeorettas, amorettas, dolche dolche, to declamante do bona robas de Toscana."

Ray. I ne'er shall be so nimble.

Fol. Yes, if you pour quicksilver into your shinbones, as he does.

Ray. This now?
Fol. A most sweet Spaniard.

Span. A confecianador, which in your tongue is a comfit-maker, of Toledo. I can teach sugar to slip down your throat a million of ways

Fol. And the throat has but one in all; oh, Toledo!

Span. In conserves, candies, marmalades, sincadoes, ponadoes, marablane, bergamoto, aranxues muria, limons, berengenas of Toledo, oriones, potatoes of Malaga, and ten millions more.

Fol. Now 'tis ten millions ! a Spaniard can multiply.

Spån. I am your servidor.
Ray. My palate pleased too! What's this last ?

Sold. I am a gun that can roar, two stilettoes in one sheath; I can fight and bounce too. My lady, by me, presents this sword and belt to you.

Ray. Incomparable mistress!
Hum. Put them on.

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to declamante do bona robas, &c.] I have left this and all the remaining gallimaufry nearly as I found it. It is too ignorant for correction, and too trifling for explanation.

Sold. I'll drill you how to give the lie, and stab in the punto; if you dare not fight, then how to vamp* a rotten quarrel without ado. Ray. How? dare not fight! there's in me the

Sun's fire. Hum No more of this:-(dances)—awake the music! Oyez! music! Ray. No more of this ;--this sword arms me for

battle. Hum. Come then, let thou and I rise up in

arms ;

The field, embraces; kisses, our alarms.
Fol. A dancer and a tailor! yet stand still ?

[Music.—A Dance.

Strike up:

Re-enter SPRING, HEALTH, YOUTH, DELIGHT.

Spring. Oh, thou enticing strumpet! how durst

thou Throw thy voluptuous spells about a temple That's consecrate to me?

Hum. Poor Spring, goody herb-wife !
How dar’st thou cast a glance on this rich jewel,
I have bought for my own wearing ?

Spring. Bought! art thou sold then ?
Ray. Yes, with her gifts; she buys me with her

graces.

See

4 I'll teach you how to vamp, &c.] i. e. to patch up a quarrel.

Health. Graces? a witch !
Spring. What can she give thee?-
Ray. All things.
Spring Which I for one bubble cannot add a

sea to? Fol. And show him a hobby-horse in my like

ness. Spring. My Raybright, hear me; I regard not

these. Ray. What dowry can you bring me?

Spring. Dowry? ha! Is't come to this ? am I held poor and base! A girdle make whose buckles, stretch'd to th’

length,
Shall reach from th' arctic to th' antarctic pole ;
What ground soe'er thou canst with that enclose
I'll give thee freely: not a lark, that callss
The morning up, shall build on any turf
But she shall be thy tenant, call thee lord,
And for her rent pay thee in change of songs.

Ray. I must turn bird-catcher.
Fol. Do you think to have him for a song?

5 Not a lark, &c.] I attribute, without scruple, all these incidental glimpses of rural nature to Decker. Ford rarely, if ever, indulges in them. The lark is justly a great favourite with our old poets; and I should imagine, from my own observations, that a greater number of descriptive passages might be found respecting him, than of the nightingale. A judicious collection of both would furnish not a few pages of surpassing taste and beauty. While I am writing this, the following simple and pretty address occurs

It is that of Young Fitzwalter to his mistress, whom he meets at day-break.

“ So early ! then I see love's the best larke :
For the corne-builder has not warbled yet
His morning's caroll to the rising sun.”—The Palsg.

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to me.

Hum. Live with me still, and all the measures,

Play'd to by the spheres, I'll teach thee;
Let's but thus dally, all the pleasures
The moon beholds, her man shall reach

thee.
Ray. Divinest!
Fol. Here's a lady!

Spring. Is't come to who gives most? The self-same bay-tree, into which was turn'd Peneian Daphne, I have still kept green; That tree shall now be thine: about it sit All the old poets, with fresh laurel crown'd, Singing in verse the praise of chastity; Hither when thou shalt come, they all shall rise, Sweet cantos of thy love and mine to sing, And invoke none but thee as Delian king.

Ray. Live by singing ballads!

Fol. Oh, base! turn poet? I would not be one myself. Hum. Dwell in mine arms, aloft we'll hover,

And see fields of armies fighting :
Oh, part not from me! I'll discover

There all, but books of fancy's writing.
Del. Not far off stands the Hippocrenian well
Whither I'll lead thee, and but drinking there,
To welcome thee, nine Muses shall appear;
And with full bowls of knowledge thee inspire.

Ray. Hang knowledge, drown your Muses !

Fol. Aye, aye, or they'll drown themselves in sack and claret,

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