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His word,

What worse can Bacchus teach mer,
Though absurd,

His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Must be law.

Than break the lamps, beat watchmea,
Even Fate,

And stagger to some punk ?
Though so great,
Must not prate;

Jup. You saucy scoundrel!—there, sir-Core,
His bald pate

· Disorder! Jove would cuff.

Down, Phæbus, down to earth, we'll bear no fesHe's so bluff,

ther. For a straw.

Roll, thunders, roll ! blue lightnings flash about Cow'd deities,

Like mice in cheese,

The blab shall find our sky can do without his
To stir must cease
Or gnaw.

[Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a bei

at him, he fallsJUPITER re-assumes a Jup. (Rising:) Immortals, you have heard |

throne, and the Gods all ascend together, your plaintiff sovereign,

singing the initial Chorus.
And culprit Sol's bigh crimes. Shall we, who

Jove, in his chair,&c.
Brook spies upon us ? Shall Appollo trample
On our commands? We'll make him an exam-

SCENE II.-A champaign Country, with ce ple! As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or

tant Village ; violent Storm of Thunder and We'll make you, to your cost, know-we're your

Lightning. A Shepherd, sleeping in the Fields

is roused by it, and runs away frighted emperor. Juno. I'll take the law. (To Jup.] My proc

leaving his Cloak, Hat, and Guitar, behans

him. APOLLO, as cast from Heaven, falls te tk tor, with a summons, Shall cite you, sir, t'appear at Doctor's Com

Earth, with a rude shock, and lies for a seks

stunned ; at length he begins to more, risa mons. Jup. Let him—but first I'll chase from hea- |

advances, and looking forward, speaks; afte

which, enters to him SILENO. ven yon varlet! Juno. What, for detecting you and your vile | harlot!

Apollo. Zooks! what a crush ! a pretty decent

. tumble!

Kind usage, Mr. Jove-sweet sir, your humble AIR.

Well, dowo I am ;-no bones broke, though sort Think not, lewd Jove,


Here doom'd to stay.-- What can I do? tun Thus to wrong my chaste lode;

shepherd (Puts on the Cloat, & For spite of your rakehelly godhead,

| A lucky thought !- In this disguise, Apollo By day and by night,

No more, but Pol the swain, some flock li fal Juno will have her right,

low, Nor be of dues nuptial defrauded.

Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person,

Among the nymphs to kick up some diversion. I'll ferrit the haunts

Sil. Whom have ne here? a sightly clown! Of your female gal'ants;

and sturdy;
In vain you in darkness enclose them;
Your favourite jades,

Hum ! plays, I see, upon the hurdy-gurdy,

Seems out of placea stranger-all in tatters; I'll plunge to the shades,

I'll bire him-he'll divert my wife and dang Or into cows metamorphose them.


-Whence, and what art thou, boy? Jup. Peace, termagant!- I swear by Styx,our] Pol. An orphan lad, sir! thunder

| Pol is my name;-a shepherd once my dad, sir! Bhall hurl him to the earth-Nay, never wonder, I'th' upper parts here-though not born to serI've sworn it, gods.

ving, Apollo. Hold, hold ! have patience,

I'll now take on, for faith I'm almost starving. Papa-No bowels for your own relations?

| Sil. You've drawn a prize i' th' lottery.

So have I, too;

Why,- I'm the master you could best apply to.


coy your friends advised,

Too harsh, too hasty dad! Maugre your bolts, and wise head,

The world will think you mad.

Since you mean to hire for service,

Come with me, you jolly dog;

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You can help to bring home hardest,

For here they skip, 'Tend the sheep, and feed the hog.

And there they trip,

And this and that way sidle.

Giddy muids,
With three crowns, your standing wages,

Poor silly jades,
You shall daintily be fed ;

All after men are gadding :
Bacon, beans, salt beef, cabbages,

They flirt pell-mell,
Butter-milk, and oaten-bread.

Their train to swell,
Fa la la!

To corcomb, corcomb adding:

To ed'ry fop
Come strike hands, you'll live in clover,

They're cock-a-hoop,
When we get you once at home;

And set their mothers madding.
And when daily labour's over,
We'll all dance to your strum strum.

Fa la la! |

Enter Sileno, introducing Pol.

Sil. Now, dame and girls, no more let's hear ol. I strike hands, I take your offer,

you grumble Farther on I may fare worse;

At too hard toil;—I chanc'd, just now, to Zooks, I can no longer suffer,

stumble Hungry guts, and empty purse. On this stout drudge—and hir'd him-fit fo la

Fa la la!


Tu 'em, lad—then he can play, and sing, and Sil. Do, strike hands ; 'tis kind I offer ;

caper. Pol. I strike hands, and take your offer ; Mys. Fine rubbish to bring home ! a strolling Sil. Farther seeking you'll fare worse ;

tbrummer! Pol. Farther on I may fare worse.

[To Pol.] What art thou good for? speak, thou Sil. Pity such a lad should suffer,

ragged mummer? Pol. Zooks, I can no longer suffer,

Nysa. Mother, for shame! Sil. Hungry guts, and empty purse.

Mys. Peace, saucebox, or I'll maul you ! Pol. Hungry guts, and empty purse.

Pol. Goody, my strength and parts you underFa la la!

value, [Exeunt, dancing and singing. For his or your work, I'm brisk and handy.

Daph. A sad cheat else

Mys. What you, you jack-a-dandy! SCENE III.—Sileno's Farm House.

AIR. Enter Daphne and Nysa, Mysis following behind,

Pol. Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour

of your tongue; Daph. But, Nysa, how goes on Squire Midas' |

Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? courtship?

Remember, when the judgment's weak, the preNysa. Your sweet Damætas, pimp to his great

judice is strong. worship,

A stranger why will you despise ?

Ply me, Brought me from him a purse ;—but the condi

Tryme, tions've cur’d him, I believe, of such commissions.

Prode, ere you deny me: Daph. The moon-calf! This must blast him

If you cast me with my father.

Off, you blast me, Nysa. Right. So we're rid of the two frights

Never more to rise. together. Both. Ha! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!

Mys. Sirrah! this insolence deserves a drube Mys. Heyday! what mare's nest's found ?

bing. For ever grinning?

Nysa. With what sweet temper he bears all lerantipoles !-is't thus you mind your spinning? her snubbing !

[Aside, Sil. Oons ! no more words - Go, boy, and AIR.

get your dinner.

Fie! why so cross-grain'd to a young beginner?
Girls are known

Nysa. So modest!
To mischief prone,

Daph. So genteel !
If ever they be idle.

sil. [To Mysis.] Not pert, nor lumpish. Who would rear

Mys. Would he were hanged!
Two daughters fair,

Nysa. ! La !wother, why so frumpish?
Must hold a steady bridle.




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l's olarmid on your bronnt: A Wif, is seen you tase and sum, I will ruk, dress uponi.

Justice or peace,

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Carchards to be
Daph. Momms!

And Costos Patie;
Mamma, hoa can you be will-so If szocs fiske Sr's beartbehoes
Soul turis,

My soustapeis, ad baskes after 2Daple (Ah, ak, to a led u liniid end jesi

AIR. Nya. To the gentle, handsome swain, Daph. Sure'cruel to grae pain; Shell 6 poltry cloes, sot fit to sipe sy shoes Nyra. 7 Sure'cruel to give pain ;

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Daph. To the gentle, handsome savin. Shall a pessoat siar, aka Justice Midas E
Mys. Girl, for you my fears perples me,

Her sese op o kas toss?
I'm alarmid on your account:

No: Til kidnap thea possess he: Sil. Wife, in vain you taze and res me; rll sell her Polo slanc, get munduszu i I will rule, depend upon't.

change; Nyu. 1 Mamma!

So glut to the heighi of pleasure, Mys. 3 Psha! puha!

My love end say conge Daph. 1 Papa !

No: I'll kidnap, éc. Sil. Ah ! ah !

(Es: Mamma, how can you be so ill-natur'd? Daph./ Psha, psha, you must not be so ill-no

SCENE V.-An Alehouse. Sil.

tur'd; Nusa lah, ah! to a lad so limbd, so fea- Pas is discorcred sitting at lur'd!

Table, with

Tankard, Pipes, and Tobacco, before bus, Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain. 811. (He's a gentle, handsome swain.

his Bagpipes lying by lin. Nysa. (Sure'lis cruel to give pain. Mys. )'Tis my pleasure to give pain.

. AIR. Daph. Sure'tis cruel to give pain. Sil. (He's a gentle, handsome swain.

Jupiter uenches and drinks, Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain.

He rules the roast in the sky; Mys. To your odious, fav'rite swain.

Yet he's a fool if he thinks, (Exeunt.

That he's as happy as I;

Juno rales him, SCENE IV.-A room in Midas's house.

And grales him,

And leuds his highness a weary life; Enter Mipas and DAMÆTAS.

I have my lass,

And my glass, Mid. Nysa, you say, refused the guineas Bri And stroll a bachelor's merry life. tish?

Let him fluster, Dam. Ab! please your worship—she is won

And bluster, drous skittish.

Yet cringe to his harridan's furbelow; Mid. I'll have her, cost what 'twill. Odsbobs!

To my fair tulips, --I'll force her.

I glew lips,
Dam. The balter ! -

And clink the cannikin here below.
Mid. As for madam, I'll divorce her!
Some favoured lout incog our bliss opposes.

Dam. Aye, Pol, the hind, put out of joint our

Dam. There sits the old soaker- his pale Mid. I've heard of that Pol's tricks, of-his

troubling little sly tampering,

How the world wags: so he gets drink and vittle. To Ming poor Pan, but I'll soon send him scam Hoa, master Pan!-Gad, you've trod on a thistle! pering.

You may pack up your all, sir, and go whistle.


The wenches have turned tail-to yon buck | Mum-snug's the word—I'll lead her such a ranter :

dance Tickled by his guitar, they scorn your chanter. Shall make her stir her stumps.

To all her secret haunts,

Like her shadow, I'll follow and watch her:
And, faith, mamma shall hear on't if I catch her.

[Retires. All around the maypole, how they trot,

| Daph. La ! how my heart goes pit-a-pat! what Hot

thumping Pot,

E'er since my father brought us home this bumpAnd good ale have got ;


At you flouting,


He's as tight a lad to see to,
And what not.

As e'er stept in leather shoe,

And, what's better, he'll love me, too,
There is old Sileno frisks like a mad

And to him I'll prove true blue.
To see us sad ;

Though my sister cast a hawk's eye,

I defy what she can do,
Vapouring ;

He o'erlooked the little doxy,
While Pol, scraping,

I'm the girl he means to woo.
The lasses

Hither I stole out to meet him,
As he did the dad.

He'll, no doubt, my steps pursue ;
If the youth prove true, I'll fit him ;

If he's false - I'll fit him too.
Enter Mysis.
Mys. O Pan ! the devil to pay—both my sluts

Enter Pol.
Both in their tantrums, for yon capering antic. Pol. Think o' the devil—'tis said,
But, I'll go seek them all; and if I find them,

He's at your shoulder
I'll drive them as if Old Nick were behind them.

This wench was running in my head, [Going.

And pop-behold her!
Pan. Soa, soa-don't flounce;
Avast-disguise your fury.

Pol, we shall trounce ;
Midas is judge and jury.

Lorely nymph, assuage my anguish;

At your feet a tender swain

Prays you will not let him languish,

One kind look would ease his pain.
Mys. Sure I shall run with veration distracted,

Did you know the lad who courts you,
To see my purposes thus counteracted!

He not long need sue in vain;
This way or that way, or which way soeder, Prince of song, of dance, of sports-you
All things run contrary to my endeavour.

Scarce will meet his like again.
Daughters projecting

Their ruin and shame, Daph. Sir, you're such an olio,
Fathers neglecting

Of perfection in folio,
The care of their fame ;

No damsel can resist you:
Nursing in bosom a treacherous viper;

Your face so attractive,
Here's a fine dance-but 'tis he pays the

Limbs so supple and active,


That, by this light,

At the first sight, CENEVI.- A Wood and Lawn, near Sileno's

I could have run and kissed you. Farm, Plocks grazing at a distance: a tender slow Symphony.

AIR. DAPHNE crosses Melancholic and Silent ; Nysa watching her : then DAPHNE returns running. I you can caper as well as you modulate,

With the addition of that pretty face, Nys. O ho! is it so!--Miss Daphne in the Pan, who was held by our shepherds a god o' late, dumps ?

Will be kicked out, and you set in his place.

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