His word, 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 govern, Brook spies upon us? Shall Appollo trample As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or emperor. Juno. I'll take the law. [To JUP.] My proctor, with a summons, Shall cite you, sir, t' appear at Doctor's Com mons. Jup. Let him-but first I'll chase from heaven yon varlet! Juno. What, for detecting you and your harlot! AIR. Think not, lewd Jove, Thus to wrong my chaste love; vile For spite of your rakehelly godhead, By day and by night, Juno will have her right, Nor be of dues nuptial defrauded. What worse can Bacchus teach men, Jup. You saucy scoundrel!—there, sir-Come, Down, Phoebus, down to earth, we'll hear no far ther. Roll, thunders, roll! blue lightnings flash about him, The blab shall find our sky can do without him. [Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a bolt at him, he falls-JUPITER re-assumes his throne, and the Gods all ascend together, singing the initial Chorus. Jove, in his chair, &c. 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 Guitar, 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. Apollo. Zooks! what a crush! a pretty decent tumble! Kind usage, Mr. Jove-sweet sir, your humble. Here doom'd to stay.-What can I do? turn Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person, I'll ferrit the haunts 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, O' AIR. Nysa. Mamma, how can you be so ill-natur'd, To the gentle, handsome swain? Daph. To a lad, so limb'd, so featur'd, Sure 'tis cruel to give pain. Sure 'tis cruel, &c. Mys. Girls, for you my fears perplex me, Nysa. Daph. Mamma, how can you be so ill-natur'd, Ah, ah, to a lad so limb'd and fea- Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain, Sil. Wife, in vain you teize and vex me; Nysa. Mys. Psha! psha! Daph. Papa! Sil. $ Ah! ah! Mamma,how can you be so ill-natur'd? Daph. Psha, psha, you must not be so ill-na Sil. tur'd; Nysa. Ah, ah! to a lad so limb'd, so fea Sil. SAR tur'd? Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.A room in MIDAS's house. Enter MIDAS and DAMETAS. Mid. Nysa, you say, refused the guineas British? Dam. Ah! please your worship-she is wondrous skittish. Mid. I'll have her, cost what 'twill. Odsbobs! -I'll force her. Dam. The halter! Mid. As for madam, I'll divorce her! Some favoured lout incog our bliss opposes. Dam. Aye, Pol, the hind, put out of joint our noses. 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 T |