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His beard so frowsy, his gestures so aukward are, Both. You will lie till your're mouldy upos tie And his bagpipe has so drowsy a drone,
shelf. That if they find you, as I did, no backwarder, You may count on all the girls as your own.
Daph. You stump o' th' gutter, you hop o'
thumb, Mys. (From within.] Pol, Pol! make haste
A husband for you must from Lillipas hither.
come. Pol. Death, what a time to call !
Nysa. You stalking steeple, you gawky stag, Oh! rot your old lungs of leather.
Your husband must come from Brabdis B’ye, Daph. Daph. B'ye, Pol.
Sour grapes !
Both. rll humble your vanity, Mistress Trape.
Daph. Miss, your assurance,
And miss, your high cirs,
Is past all endurance.
Are at their last prayers. Daph. Marry come up again,
Daph. No more of those freedoms, Miss Ngsa, I Indeed, my dirty cousin !
Have you a right to every swain? Nysa. Miss Daphne's conceit must be lowered a Nysa. Ay, though a dozen.
Daph. ? Poor spite!
Can ever be caught by an infant's dol ? Nysa. Can you, Miss Maypole, suppose he will Nysa. (This haughtiness soon will be laid is fall
Poor spite, &c.
Pride hurt, gc.
Nysa. Young birds alone are caught with chaff; | SCENE III.-A Lawn before Midas's House.
At your base scheme I laugh.
Nysa. Good lack! what is come o'er me?
Daphne has stepped before me !
Envy and love devour me.
Pol doats upon her phiz hard;
Midas appears now twenty times more
hideous, Ceuse your bribes and wheedling:
Ah, Nysa ! what resource?—a cloyster. Till I'm mude a bride i' the church,
Death alive- yet thither must I run,
And turn a nun.
In these greasy old tatters,
His churms brighter shine ;
Then his guitar he clatters,
With tinkling divine.
But, my sister,
And me he passed by;
Bad taste, and blind eye.
SCENE IV.-Midas's Parlour.
Wid. Well, master Pol I'll tickle,
When lie's in limbo,
Will stick her arms a-kimbo.
Miday, Mysis, and Pan, in consultation over a
large Bowl of Punch, Pipes, and Tobacco.
Pan. So, squire ! well met -I few to know
on his knees.
Pan. As St. George did the dragon.
Mid. Come, Pan, your toast-
has crossed us.
Pan. You reason right-
it's price is
If into your hen-yard
Steals slily, your poultry to ravage,
All's fair to destroy the fell savage.
No means do I scruple to banish;
Mid. Goody, as 'tis your request,
I pocket this bert stuff;
At the musical struggle
Blood, he shall fly his country-that's enough.
Pan. Well said, my lad of wax!
Mid. Let's end the tankard, I have no head for business till I've drank bard. Pan. Nor hare iny guts brains in them till
they're addle, When I'm inost rocky I best sit my saddle. Mid. Well, come, let's take one bouze, and
roar a catch, Then part to our affairs.
Pan. A match !
If a riral thy character draw,
With black he will paint,
Make a de'il of a saint,
Throws his spectacles by,
Your betters you snub. Sil. Who will lend me a club,
This insolent puppy to drub?
You are an impudent pimp, and a grub, Dam. You're cajoled by a beggarly scrub, Sil. Who will rot in a powdering tub. Dam. Whom the prince of impostors I dub; Sil. A guinea for a club, Dam. Your bald pate you'll rub, Sil. The muckworm io drub. Dam. When you find that your cubSil. Rub ott, sirrah ; rub, sirrah, rub. Dam. Is debauched by a whip'd syllabub.
I'll buffet away from the plain, sir. Pan. And I'll assist
Your worship’s fist
With all my might and main, sir. Mys. And I'll have a thump,
Though he is so plump,
And make such a wounded racket. Mid. I'll bluff, Pan. I'll rough, Mys. I'll huff, Mid. I'll cuft, Omn. And I'll warrant we pepper his jacket, Mid. For all his cheats,
And wenching feats,
He shall rue on his knees 'em.
Like ugly witch on besom ;
Of treason to me!
Enter Sileno and Mysis, attended by Dapest
Mys. Soh! you attend the trial we shall
drive hence Your vagabond
Sil. I smoke your foul contrivance.
claim I here forego; And with your Pol much joy I wish yon.
Daph. O, gemini ! say'st thou me so? Dear creature, let me kiss you. Nysa. Let us kneel, and beg his stay; papa
will back us. Daph. Mamma will storm. Nysa. What theu ? she can but whack us.
Enter SILENO and DAMÆTAS, in warın
Dam. Sir, your good wife approved my offers.
Sil. Name her not, hag of Endor, What knew she of thee but thy coffers? Dam. And shall this ditch-born whelp, this
jack-anapes, By dint of congees and of scrapesSil. These are thy slanders, and that cankered
Sil. Richer than thou, with all thy brags
Daph. Mother, sure you neter
So sweet a swain ?
Eer trod the plain. Nysa. Father, hopes you gave her,
Don't deceive her;
Sunk for eder
In pining care?
From black despair.
His voice, shape, and fuce ;
Ay, let him stay,
Could see him swing,
For his badness. Sil. 'Tis no such thing. . Dam. Must Pan resign, to this fop, his en
ployment i Must I, to him, yield of Daphne the
.... enjoyment? Mys. Ne'er while a tongue I brandish,
Daphne shall blandish. Dam. Will you reject my income,
Herds and clinkum? Sil. Rot and sink 'em. Dam. Midas must judge. Mys. And Pol must fiy. Sil. Zounds, Pol shan't budge! Mys. You lie? Dam. You lie! Mys. Dam. You lie, you lie! Sil. Nysa. Pan's drone is fit for wild rocks and
· bleak mountains ; Daph. Pol's lyre suits best our cool grots and
Let Pan fall.
O tremendous, &c. Mid. So, you allow it, then ! ye mobbish rab
Enter Pol and Pan sederally. . Oh, here comes Pol and Pan; now stint your
gabble. Fetch my great chair! I'll quickly end this
Like the sophi on his throne;
Shall not call their souls their own.
Shall be fixed musician chief :
But be transporied like a thief.
CHORUS. O tremendous, 8c.
Midas comes forward, enraged, attended by a
crowd of Nymphs and Swains. Mid. Peace, ho! is hell broke loose? what
means this jawing? Under my very nose this clapper clawing !
Dam. Masters, will you abide by this condi
tion? Pan. I ask no better. .. Pol. I am all submission.
Pan. Strike up sweet sir.
Pan shall remain; · Pol quit the plain.
O tremendous, 8c.
throne him I'm sharp by my bumpers, you're flat, master No pouting and with festal chorus crcra Pol;
himSo, here goes a sel to at toll-de-roll-loll ! [The Croud form tuo Ranks beside the Cher,
and join in the Chorus, whilst Midas CTER AS When Beauty her pack of poor loters would | him with Bays.
See, triumphant, sits the bard,
Crowned with bays, his due reward; roll-loll!
Eriled, Pol shall wander far;
Exiled, twang his faint guitar; Mankind are a medley— a chance medley
While, with echoing shouts of praise, race : All start in full cry, to give Dame Fortune
We the bagpipe's glory raise. chace : There's catch as catch can, hit or miss, luck is Mid. 'Tis well. What keeps you here, feel
ragamuffin? And luck's the best tune of life's toll-de-roll-Go trudge-or do you wait for a good cuting loll!
Pol. Now, all attend. [Throws off his Discrete
and appears as APOLLO.-The wrath I've done, please your worship, 'tis rather too Jove, for rapine,
Corruption, lust, pride, fragd, there's no escas" I only meant life is but an old song.
ing, The world's but a tragedy, comedy, droll, Tremble, thou wretch ! thou'st stretched by ato Where all act the scene of toll-de-roll-loll !
Thou and thy tools shall go to pot together. Mid. By jingo! well performed for one of his age;
AIR. How, hang dog! don't you blush to shew your
Dunce, I did but sham, visage? Pol. Why, master Midas, for that matter,
For Apollo I am, 'Tis enough to dash one,
God of Music, and King of Parnass ;
Thy scurvy decree,
For Pan against me,
I reward with the ears of an ass.
Mid. Detected, baulked, and small,
On our marrow-bones we fall.
Mys. Be mcrciful!
Mid. Forgive us, mighty Sol. Alas, alas! Ye danced on down away; When my soft nows repeating,
AIR. At Daphne's feet l'lay!
Apollo. Thou a Billingsgate quean, [To Nr · But from her charms when sundered,
Thou a pander obscene, [To Day, As Midas' frowns presage ;
With strumpets and bailifs shall class; Enih hour will seem an hundred;
Thou, driven from man, [TODA Each day appear an age.
Shalt wander with Pan,
He a stinking old goat, thou an ass, 63 Midi Silence! this just decree, all, at your
ass, gc. peril, Obedient hcar-else I shall use you very ill.