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What worse can Bacchus teach mer,
His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Than break the lamps, beat watchmea,
And stagger to some punk ?
Jup. You saucy scoundrel!—there, sir-Core,
· 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,
The blab shall find our sky can do without his
[Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a bei
at him, he falls— JUPITER re-assumes a Jup. (Rising:) Immortals, you have heard |
throne, and the Gods all ascend together, your plaintiff sovereign,
singing the initial Chorus.
Jove, in his chair,&c.
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
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;
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;
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.
Poor silly jades,
All after men are gadding :
They flirt pell-mell,
Their train to swell,
To corcomb, corcomb adding:
To ed'ry fop
And set their mothers madding.
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?
Nysa. So modest!
Daph. So genteel !
sil. [To Mysis.] Not pert, nor lumpish. Who would rear
Mys. Would he were hanged!
Nysa. ! La !wother, why so frumpish?
ga Menn, bere cae yo te sill- V I bene sue Pan To the gu'l, handsome tesis!
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o Sure 'tú crued to gra pour Sare tú cred, br. (Toronts Pol
| Dea I$; 'Gags & roca My Girls, fe yn sy feeri pooleze,
l's olarmid on your bronnt: A Wif, is seen you tase and sum, I will ruk, dress uponi.
Justice or peace,
; Nye Ak! eh!'
Carchards to be
And Costos Patie;
My soustapeis, ad baskes after 2Daple (Ah, ak, to a led u liniid end jesi
AIR. Nya. To the gentle, handsome swain, Daph. Sure'tú cruel to grae pain; Shell 6 poltry cloes, sot fit to sipe sy shoes Nyra. 7 Sure'tú cruel to give pain ;
Dere y our lo cross
Her sese op o kas toss?
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!
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,
And clink the cannikin here below.
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:
[Retires. All around the maypole, how they trot,
| Daph. La ! how my heart goes pit-a-pat! what Hot
E'er since my father brought us home this bumpAnd good ale have got ;
He's as tight a lad to see to,
As e'er stept in leather shoe,
And, what's better, he'll love me, too,
And to him I'll prove true blue.
Though my sister cast a hawk's eye,
I defy what she can do,
He o'erlooked the little doxy,
I'm the girl he means to woo.
Hither I stole out to meet him,
He'll, no doubt, my steps pursue ;
If he's false - I'll fit him too.
He's at your shoulder
This wench was running in my head, [Going.
And pop-behold her!
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.
Did you know the lad who courts you,
He not long need sue in vain;
Scarce will meet his like again.
Their ruin and shame, Daph. Sir, you're such an olio,
Of perfection in folio,
No damsel can resist you:
Your face so attractive,
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.