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What worse can Bacchus teach mer,
His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Than break the lamps, beat watchmer,
And stagger to some punk?
Jup. You saucy scoundrel!—there, sir-Come,
Down, Phæbus, down to earth, we'll hear no far.
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 him, To stir must cease
[Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a bolt
at him, he falls—JUPITER re-assumes his Jup. [Rising.) Immortals, you have heard throne, and the Gods all ascend together, your plaintiff sovereign,
singing the initial Chorus. And culprit Sol's high crimes. Shall we, who
Jove, in his chair, ge. govern, Brook spies upon us ? Shall Appollo trample On our commands? We'll make him an exam- SCENE II.- A champaign Country, with a dis
ple! As for you, Juno, curb your prying temper, or
tant Villoge ; violent Storm of Thunder and We'll make you, to your cost, know-we're your
Lightning. A Shepherd, sleeping in the Field,
is roused by it, und runs away frightened, emperor. Juno. I'll take the law. (To Jup.] My proc
leaving his Cloak, Hat, and Guitar, behind tor, with a summons,
him. APOLLO, as cast from Heaven, falls to the
Earth, with a rude shock, and lies for a ahile Shall cite you, sir, t' appear at Doctor's Com
stunned ; at length he begins to more, rises, Jup. Let him—but first I'll chase from hea
advances, and looking forward, speaks ; after
which, enters to him Silexo. 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 humble. AIR.
Well, down I am ;-no bones broke, though sore
pepper'd Think not, lewd Jove,
Here doom'd to stay.-What can I do? torn Thus to wrong my chaste lode ;
shepherd [Puts on the Cloak, fc. 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 I'll folJuno will have her right,
low, Nor be of dues nuptial defrauded.
Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person, I'll ferrit the haunts
Among the nymphs to kick up some diversion.
Sil. Whom have we here? a sightly clown! Of your female gallants ; In vain you in darkness enclose them; Hum! plays, I see, upon the hurdy-gurdy.
—and sturdy; Your favourite jades,
Seems out of place-a stranger--all in tatters; I'll plunge to the shades,
I'll bire bim--he'll divert my wife and daugbOr into cous metamorphose them.
-Whence, and what art thou, boy? Jup. Peace, termagant !-I swear by Styx,our
Pol. An orphan lad, sir ! thunder Shall hurl him to the earth Nay, never wonder, I' 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 bave I, too;
Why,—I'm the master you could best apply to.
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;
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,
To corcomb, corcomb adding:
To ev'ry fop
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, 1 can no longer suffer,
stumble Hungry guts, and empty purse. On this stout drudge—and hird him-fit fo la
Fa la la!
To 'em, lad—then he can play, and sing, and Sid. Do, strike hands ; '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 ;
thrummer! Pol. Further on I may fare worse.
[To Pol.] What art thou good for? speak, thou Sil. Pity such a lad should suffer,
Nysa. Mother, for shame!-
Mys. Peace, saucebox, or I'll maul you !
Pol. Goody, my strength and parts you underFa 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!
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'
Remember, when the judgment's weak, the precourtship? Nysa. Your sweet Damætas, pimp to his great
judice is strong: worship,
A stranger why will you despise ? Brought me from him a purse ;—but the conditions
Proce, ere you deny me:
If you cast me
, you blast me,
Never more to rise.
Mys. Sirrah ! this insolence deserves a drub-
bing. For ever grinning?
Nysa. With what sweet temper he bears all Yerantipoles !-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?
Nysa. So modest !
Daph. So genteel !
Sil. (To Mysis.] Not pert, nor lumpish.
Would he were hanged !
Nysa. La !other, why so frumpish?
'Sblood ! I'll commit bim—drive him to the gal
lows ! Nysa. Mamma, how can you be so ill-natur'd,
Where is old Pan? To the gentle, handsome swain ?
Dam. Tippling, sir, at the ale-bouse. Daph. To a lad, so limb’d, so featurd,
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 fears perplex me,
[Erit. I'm alarm'd on your account: Sil. Wife, in vain you teize and ver me,
Mid. What boots my being 'squire,
Justice of peace, and quorum;
Church-warden, kuighit o' the shire,
And Custos Rotolorum;
My 'squireship slights, and hankers after fel
lows? Daph. (Ah, ah, to a lad so limb'd and featur'd?
To the gentle, handsome swain, Daph. . Sure'tis cruel to give pain ; Shall a paltry clown, not fit to wipe my shoes, Nysa. Sure'tis cruel to give pain ;
Dare my umours to cross ? Daph, To the gentle, handsome swain.
Shall a peusant minz, when Justice Midas xoos, Mys. Girls, for you my fears perplex me,
Her nose up at him toss ? I'm alarm'd on your account :
No: I'll kidnap -then possess her: Sil, Wife, in vain you teize and vex me; I'll sell her Pol a slave, get mundungus in er 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. Para!
No: I'll kidnap, &c. · [Exit. Sil. Ah ! ah !
Mamma,how can you be so ill-naturid? Daph. Psha, psha, you must not be so ill-na
SCENE V.-An Alehouse. Sil.
tur'd; Nysa. Ah, ah! to a lad. so limb'd, so fea- Pan is discovered sitting at Table, with a tur'd ?
Tankard, Pipes, and Tobacco, before him; Daph.To the gentle, handsome swuin.
his Bagpipes lying by him. Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain. Nysa.
Sure'tis cruel to give pain. Mys. 'Tis my pleasure to give pain.
Şure 'tis cruel to give pain. Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain.
Jupiter wenches and drinks, Mysa. To the gentle, handsome swain,
He rules the roast in the sky; your odious, fav’rite swain.
Yet he's a fool if he thinks, [Exeunt.
That he's us happy as I;
Juno rules him, SCENE IV.-A room in Midas's house.
And graies him,
And leuds his highness a weary life;
I have my luss,
And my glass, Mid. Nysa, you say, refused the guineas Bri
And stroll a bachelor's merry life. tish?
Let him fluster, Dam. Al! 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 beloa.
Dam. There sits the old soakerhis pato Mid. I've heard of that Pul's tricks, of--his troubling little sly tempering,
llow the world ways: so he gets drink and rittle, To fling poor Pan, but I'll soon send hin scain- Hoa, master Pan !--Gad, you've trod un atlistle! 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 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:
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 whut she can do,
He o'erlooked the little doxy,
I'm the girl he means to w00.
Hither I stole out to meet him,
He'll, no doubt, my steps pursue ;
If the youth prore true, I'll fit him;
If he's false-l'll fit' him ioo.
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 shoulderI'll drive them as if Old Nick were behind them.
This wench was running in my head, [Going.
And 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. Alys. Sure I shall run with veration distracted,
Did you know the lad who courts you,
He not long need sue in vain ;
Prince of song, of dance, of sports--you
Scarce will meet his like again.
Daph. Sir, you're such an olio,
Of perfection in folio,
No damsel can resist you:
Your face so attractive,
Limbs so supple and active,
That, hy this light,
At the first sight, SCENEVI.-A Wood und Lawn, near Sileno's I could have run and kissed
you. Farm, Plocks gruzing at a distance : a tender slow Symphony.
AIR. DAPHNE crosses Melancholic and Silent ; Nysa watching her : then Dapune returns running. If you can carer 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 a god o late, dumps ?
Will be kicked out, and you set in his place.