mons.

His word,

What worse can Bacchus teach mee,
Though absurd,

His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Must be law.

Than break the lamps, beat watchen,
Even Fate,

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

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

Disorder!
Jove would cuff.

Down, Phæbus, down to earth, we'll bear no fa.
He's so bluff,

ther. For a straw.

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

him,
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 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

tumble!

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.
I'll ferrit the haunts

Sil. Whom have ne here? a sightly clown!
Of your female galants;
In vain you in darkness enclose them; Hum! plays, I see, upon the burdy-qurdy.

and sturdy;
Your favourite jades,

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;
AIR.

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

ters.

AIR.

coy your friends advised,

Too harsh, too hasty dad!
Maugre your bolts, and wise head,
The world will think

Since you mean to hire for service,

Come with me, you jolly dog;

O'Hara]

You can help to bring home hardest,

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

And there they trip,
Fa la la!

And this and that way sidle.

Giddy muids,
With three crowns, your standing wages,

Poor silly jades,
You shali daintily be fed ;

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

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

Their train to swell,
Fa la la!

Tu corcomb, corcomb adding:
To ev'ry

fop
La
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.

Enter Sileno, introducing Pol.
Fa la la!

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 !

bour.

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,

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

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

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

Pol. Goody, my strength and parts you under-
Fa 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.-Silexo's Farm House,

AIR.
Enter Daphne und Nysa, Mysis following
behind,

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:
worship,

A stranger why will you despise ?
Brought me from him a purse ;—but ihe condi-
tions-

Prove, ere you deny me:
I've cur'd him, I believe, of such commissions.

If you cast me
Daph. The moon-calf! This must blast him
with

Off, you blast me,
father.
my

Never more to rise.
Nysa. Right. So we're rid of the two frights

together.
Both. lla! ha! ha!Ha ! ha! ha!

Mys. Sirrah! this insolence deserves a druba
Dlys. Heyday! what mare's nest's found ?--
For ever grinning?

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

Aside, Sil. Oons! no more words -Go, buy, 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 Mysts.] Not pert, nor lumpish. Who would rear

Mys. Would he were hanged !
Two daughters fair,

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

Daph.

Ply me,
Tryme,

bing.

?

AIR.

'Sblood ! I'll commit bim-drive him to the calu

lows !

Where is old Pan?
Nysa. Mamma, how can you be so ill-naturd,
To the gentle, handsome swain ?

Dam. Tippling, sir, at the ale-house.
Daph. To a lad, so limb'd, so featur'd,

Mid. Run, fetch him—we shall hit on some Sure'tis cruel to give pain.

expedient,
Sure'tis cruel, 8c.

To rout this Pol.
Dam. I fly; [Going returns.sir, gour obe

dient. Mys. Girls, for you my feurs perplex me,

I'm alarmid on your account:
Sil. Wife, in vain you teize and ver me,

Mid. What boots my being 'squire,
I will rule, depend upon't.

Justice of peace, and quorum;
Nysa. Ah! ah !

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;
Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain. his Bagpipes lying by liim.
Nysa. Sure'tis cruel to give pain,

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

Jupiter wenches and drinks,
Nysa. To the gentile, handsome swain.

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'll force her.

I glew lips,
Dam. The halter !

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.

noses.

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:
AIR.
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 ;

kin.
Routing,

Shouting,
At you flouting,

AIR.
Fleering,
Jeering,

He's as tight a lad to see to,

As e'er stept in leather shoe,
And what not.

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.
Lad,

Glad
To see us sad;

Though my sister cast a hawk's eye,
Capering,

I defy what she can do,

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

I'm the girl he means to woo.
Coaxes
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.

frisks

Mys. O Pan ! the devil to pay—both my sluts

Enter Pol.
frantic!
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 Aud pop-behold her!
Pan. Soa, soa—don't flounce;
Avast-disguise your fury.

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

Lorely nymph, assuage my anguish;

At your feet a tender swain
AIR.

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,
piper.

[Exeunt.

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.