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His word,

What worse can Bacchus teach mer,
Though absurd,

His roaring bucks, when drunk,
Must be law.

Than break the lamps, beat watchmer,
Eden Fate,

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

Jup. You saucy scoundrel!—there, sir-Come,
His bald pate

Jove would cuff.

Down, Phæbus, down to earth, we'll hear no far.
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 him, To stir must cease

[Thunder and lightning. JUPITER darts a bolt

at him, he fallsJUPITER 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;

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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 shall daintily be fed ;

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

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

Their train to swell,
Fa la la!

To corcomb, corcomb adding:

To ev'ry fop
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, 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,

ragged mummer?
Pol. 200ks, I can no longer suffer,

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

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

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!
SCENE III.-Sileno's Farm House.

Enter Daphne and Nysa, Mysis following

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

I've cur'd him, I believe, of such commissions.

Proce, ere you deny me:
Daph. The moon-calf! This must blast him

If you cast me
with my father.


, you blast me,

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

Both. Na! ha! ha! Ha! ha! ha!

Mys. Sirrah ! this insolence deserves a drub-
Mys. Heyday! what mare's nest's found ?-

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?
Girls are known

Nysa. So modest !
To mischief prone,

Daph. So genteel !
If ever they be idle.

Sil. (To Mysis.] Not pert, nor lumpish.
Who would rear


Would he were hanged !
Two daughters fair,

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

Daph. )

Ply me,



'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.

Sure'tis cruel, 8c.

To rout this Pol.
Dam. I fly; [Going returns.] sir, your obe-

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,
I will rule, depend upon't.

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

Church-warden, kuighit o' the shire,
Daph. 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 fel

lows? Daph. (Ah, ah, to a lad so limb'd 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 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.

AIR. Daph.

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;
Enter Midas and DAMÆTAS.

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'll force her.

I glew lips,
Dam. The halter !

And clink the cannikin here beloa.
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

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:
And, faith, mamma shall hear on't if I catch ber..

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 ;


At you flouting,


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.

Though my sister cast a hawk's eye,
To see us sad;

I defy whut she can do,

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

I'm the girl he means to w00.

Hither I stole out to meet him,
The lasses

He'll, no doubt, my steps pursue ;
As he did the dad.

If the youth prore true, I'll fit him;

If he's false-l'll fit' him ioo.
Enter Mysis.

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!
Pan. Soa, soa-don't founce;
Avast-disguise your fury.

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

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,
To see my purposes thus counteracted!

He not long need sue in vain ;
This way or that way, or which way soever,

Prince of song, of dance, of sports--you
All things run contrary to my


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,


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.

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