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What worse can Bacchus teach mee,
His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Than break the lamps, beat watchen,
And stagger to some punk ?
Jup. You saucy scoundrel!-there, sir-Core,
Down, Phæbus, down to earth, we'll bear no fa.
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 ek
at him, he falls— JUPITER re-assumes bas
throne, and the Gods all ascend toga, Jup. [Rising:) Immortals, you have heard your plaintiff sovereign,
singing the initial Chorus. And culprit Sol's high crimes. Shall we, who
Jove, in his chair, &c. govern, Brook spies upon us ? Shall Appollo trample On our commands? We'll make him an exam- SCENE II.- A champaign Country, with e é
ple! As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or
tant Village ; violent Storm of Thunder ons
Lightning. A Shepherd, sleeping in the Freis We'll make you, to your cost, know-we're your
is roused by it, and runs away frightened, emperor. Juno. I'll take the law. (To Jup.] My proc
leaving his Clouk, Hat, and Guitar, izhus
him. A POLLO, as cast from Heaven, fails to the tor, with a summons,
Earth, with a rude shock, and lies for a skie Shall cite you, sir, t' appear at Doctor's Com
stunned ; at length he begins to more, rest
advances, and looking forward, speaks; efter Jup. Let him—but first I'll chase from hea
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 bubble AIR.
Well, dowo I am ;-no bones broke, thougb sure
pepper'dThink not, lewd Jode,
Here doom'd to stay.-What can I do? tun Thus to wrong my chaste lode;
shepherd (Puts on the Cloak, &c 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 da 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 divers 106.
Sil. Whom have ne here? a sightly clown!
Seems out of place—a strangerm-all in tatters; I'U plunge to tħe shades,
I'll bire him--he'll divert my wife and daugh 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 Shall hurl bim to the earth—Nay, never wonder, l' th’ upper parts here-though not born to ser
Pol is my name;-a shepherd once my dad, sir! I'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!
Since you mean to hire for service,
Come with me, you jolly dog;
You can help to bring home hardest,
For here they skip,
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,
Tu corcomb, corcomb adding:
And set their mothers madding.
Enter Sileno, introducing Pol.
Sil. Now, dame and girls, no more let's hear ***Pol. 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 !
To 'em, lad—then he can play, and sing, and Sil. Do, strike hunds ; '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 Pou.] What art thou good for? speak, thou Sil. Pity such a lad should suffer,
Nysa. Mother, for shame!-
Mys. Peace, saucebox, or I'll inaul you !
Pol. Goody, my strength and parts you under-
Daph. A sad cheat else.
Mys. What you, you jack-a-dandy!
Pol. Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour
of your tongue;
Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes ? Daph. But, Nysa, how goes on Squire Midas' courtship?
Remember, when the judgment's weak, the preNysa. Your sweet Damætas, pimp to his great
judice is strong:
A stranger why will you despise ?
Prove, ere you deny me:
If you cast me
Off, you blast me,
Never more to rise.
Mys. Sirrah! this insolence deserves a druba
Nysa. With what sweet temper he bears all
Aside, Sil. Oons! no more words -Go, buy, and AIR.
get your dinner.
Fie! why so cross-grain'd to a young beginner?',
Nysa. So modest !
Daph. So genteel!
sil. [To Mysts.] Not pert, nor lumpish. Who would rear
Mys. Would he were hanged !
Nysa. ? La ! mother, why so frumpish?
'Sblood ! I'll commit bim-drive him to the calu
Where is old Pan?
Dam. Tippling, sir, at the ale-house.
Mid. Run, fetch him—we shall hit on some Sure'tis cruel to give pain.
To rout this Pol.
dient. Mys. Girls, for you my feurs perplex me,
I'm alarmid on your account:
Mid. What boots my being 'squire,
Justice of peace, and quorum;
Church-warden, knight o' the shire, Dapb. Mamma!
And Custos Rotolorum; Mamma, how can you be so ill-na- If saucy little Nysa's heart rebellious, Nysa. tur'd,
My 'squireship slights, and hankers after t
lows? Daph. ( Ah, ah, to a lad so limød and featur'd?
AIR. Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain, Daph. | Sure'tis cruel to give pain; Shall a paltry clown, not fit to wipe my skels, Nysa. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain ;
Dare my amours to cross ? Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain.
Shall a peasant minx, wohen Justice Midas edi, Mys. Girls, for you my fears perpler me,
Her nose up at him toss ? I'm alarm'd on your account :
No: I'll kidnap
-then possess her: Sil. Wite, in vain you tcize and vex me ; I'll sell her Pol a slave, get mundungus ir I will rule, depend upon't.
change; Nysa. , Mamma!
So glut to the height of pleasure, Mys. ) Psha! psha!
My love and my revenge. Daph. 1 Papa !
No: I'll kidnap, &c.
(Exit Sil. suth ! ah !
Mamma, how can you be so ill-naturid? Maph. Psha, psha, you must not be so ill-na
SCENE V.-An Alchouse. Sil.
tur'd; Nysa. Ah, ah! to a lad so limb’d, so fea- Pan is discovered sitting at Table
, nitko tur'd ? Daph.) To the gentle, handsome swuin.
Tankard, Pipes, and Tobacco, before bia;
Jupiter wenches and drinks,
He rules the roast in the sky; your
Yet he's a fool if he thinks, [Exeunt.
That he's as happy as I;
Juno rates him, SCENE IV.-A room in Midas's house.
And grates 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. Ah! 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 glew lips,
And clink the cannikin here below. Mid. As for madam, I'll divorce her! Some favoured lout incog our bliss opposes.
Enter DEMÆTAS. Dam. Aye, Pol, the hind, put out of joint our
Dam. There sits the old soaker_his pate Mid. I've heard of that Pol's tricks, of-his troubling little sly tampering,
How the world wags: so he gets drink and vitle, To fing poor Pan, but I'll soon send him scam- Hoa, master Pan !-Gad, you've trodon 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.
Mys. O Pan ! the devil to pay—both my sluts
He's at your shoulder-
This wench was running in my head,
[Going Aud 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.
He not long need sue in vain;
Prince of song, of dance, of sports-you
Daph. Sir, you're such an olio,
Of perfection in folio,
No damsel can resist you:
Your face so attractive,
That, by this light,
At the first sight, SCENEVI.- A Wood and Lawn, near SILENO's I could bave 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. If 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 u god o'late, dumps ?
Will be kicked out, and you set in his place.