His word, Though so great, For a straw. Cow'd deities, To stir must cease Or gnaw. Jup. [Rising.] Immortals, you have heard your plaintiff sovereign, And culprit Sol's high crimes. Shall we, who Brook spies upon us? Shall Appollo trample As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or Juno. I'll take the law. [To Jur.] My proctor, with a summons, Shall cite you, sir, t' appear at Doctor's Com Think not, lewd Jove, Thus to wrong my chaste love; For spite of your rakehelly godhead, By day and by night, Juno will have her right, Nor be of dues nuptial defrauded. I'll ferrit the haunts Of your female gal'ants ; low, Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person, In vain you in darkness enclose them; Hum! plays, I see, upon the hurdy-gurdy. I'll plunge to the shades, Or into cows metamorphose them. Jup. Peace, termagant!-I swear by Styx, our thunder Shall hurl him to the earth-Nay, never wonder, Apollo. Hold, hold! have patience, AIR. eoy your friends advised, Too harsh, too hasty dad! Maugre your bolts, and wise head, Seems out of place-a stranger--all in tatters; For here they skip, And there they trip, Fa la la ! Giddy maids, With three crowns, your standing wages, You shall daintily be fed; Bacon, beans, salt beef, cabbages, Fa la la! Come strike hands, you'll live in clover, When we get you once at home; And when daily labour's over, We'll all dance to your strum strum. Pol. I strike hands, I take your offer, Farther on Imay fare worse; Zooks, 1 can no longer suffer, Hungry guts, and empty purse. Fa la la! Fa la la! Sil. Do, strike hands; 'tis kind I offer; Fa la la! [Exeunt, dancing and singing. And this and that way Poor silly jades, sidle. All after men are gadding: They flirt pell-mell, Their train to swell, To coxcomb, coxcomb adding : For his or your work, I'm brisk and handy. Mys. What you, you jack-a-dandy! AIR. Pol. Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue; Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? Remember, when the judgment's weak, the prejudice is strong. A stranger why will you despise ? Prove, ere you deny me: Off, you blast me, Mys. Sirrah! this insolence deserves a drubbing. Nysa. With what sweet temper he bears all her snubbing! [Aside, Sil. Oons! no more words -Go, boy, and 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. Mys. Would he were hanged! Nysa. La! mother, why so frumpish? Daph. Mid. I've heard of that Pol's tricks, of-his sly tampering, How the world wags: so he gets drink and rittle, To fling 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 He's as tight a lad to see to, Though my sister cast a hawk's eye, Hither I stole out to meet him, 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 POL. Pol. Think o' the devil-'tis said, He's at your shoulder This wench was running in my head, AIR. Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish; Daph. Sir, you're such an olio, Of perfection in folio, No damsel can resist you: At the first sight, I could have run and kissed you. AIR. If you can caper as well as you modulate, With the addition of that pretty face, Pan, who was held by our shepherds a god o' late, Will be kicked out, and you set in his place. |