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 gallants; you SCENE II.-A champaign Country, with a distant Village; violent Storm of Thunder and Lightning. A Shepherd, sleeping in the Field, is roused by it, and runs away frightened, leaving his Cloak, Hat, and Ğuitar, behind him. APOLLO, as cast from Heaven, falls to the Earth, with a rude shock, and lies for a while stunned; at length he begins to move, rises, advances, and looking forward, speaks; after which, enters to him SILENO. low, Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person, In vain in darkness enclose them; Hum! plays, I see, upon the hurdy-gurdy. Or into cows metamorphose them. Jup. Peace, termagant!-I swear by Styx, our Shall hurl him to the earth-Nay, never wonder, Apollo. Hold, hold! have patience, AIR. e oy your friends advised, Too harsh, too hasty dad! Maugre your bolts, and wise head, The world will think you mad. Seems out of place-a stranger--all in tatters; ters. Daph. But, Nysa, how goes on Squire Midas' courtship? Nysa. Your sweet Damætas, pimp to his great worship, Brought me from him a purse ;-but the conditions I've cur'd him, I believe, of such commissions. Daph. The moon-calf! This must blast him with my father. Nysa. Right. So we're rid of the two frights together. Both. Ha! ha! ha!-Ha! ha! ha! Mys. Heyday! what mare's nest's found?For ever grinning? Yerantipoles!-is't thus you mind your spinning? 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: Never more to rise. Mid. I've heard of that Pol's tricks, of-his sly tampering, How the world wags: so he gets drink and vittle, 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 dance Shall make her stir her stumps. To all her secret haunts, Like her shadow, I'll follow and watch her: And, faith, mamma shall hear on't if I catch her. [Retires. Daph. La! how thumping my heart goes pit-a-pat! what E'er since my father brought us home this bump kin. |