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Fol. Hey-hoes! a god of winds: there's at least four-and-twenty of them imprisoned in my belly; if I sigh not forth some of them, the rest will break out at the back-door; and how sweet the music of their roaring will be, let an Irishman judge.
Ray. He is a songster too.
Fol. A very foolish one; my music is natural, and came by inheritance: my father was a French nightingale, and my mother an English wagtail; I was born a cuckoo in the spring, and lost my voice in summer, with laying my eggs in a sparrow's nest; but I'll venture for one :-fill my dishevery one take his own, and, when I hold up my finger, off with it, Aut. Begin.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, Oh, ho!
Play it off stifly, we may not part so. Chor. Merrily, &c.
[Here, and at the conclusion of every
stanza, they drink.
Pots fly about, give us more liquor,
Merrily, fc. Now, have I more air than ten musicians; besides there is a whirlwind in my brains, I could both caper and turn round.
Aut. Oh, a dance by all means ! Now cease your healths, and in an active motion Bestir
ye nimbly, to beguile the hours. Fol. I am for you in that too; 'twill jog down
. the lees of these rouses into a freer passage ; but take heed of sure footing, 'tis a slippery season : many men fall by rising, and many women are raised by falling.
Ray. Above utterance.
Aut. Devise a round; You have your liberty.
2 Devise a round.] i. e, a health to in short; which Raybright immediately does.
name a toast,
Ray. A health to Autumn's self!
[They drink. Aut. Continue here with me, and by thy pre
sence Create me favourite to thy fair progenitor, And be mine heir.
Ray. I want words to express My thankfulness.
Aut. Whate'er the wanton Spring, When she doth diaper the ground with beauties, Toils for, comés home to Autumn; Summer
sweats, Either in pasturing her furlongs, reaping The crop of bread, ripening the fruits for food, [While] Autumn's garners house them, Autumn's
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
else? Fol. Nay, if you will kill yourself in your own
. defence, I'll not be of your jury.
Re-enter Humour. Hum. You have had precious pleasures, choice
of drunkenness; Will you
be gone? 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
Ray. I must.
Hum. You shall not;
Fol. Pork, beef, mutton, very sweet mutton, veal, venison, capon, fine fat capon, partridge, snite, plover, larks, teal, admirable teal, my lorda,
Hum. Mistery there, like to another nature,