_Captain._ A fluid very rare; It's unknown here; we bring it from afar; Don't speak a word of thanks--there, hold your _jar_.... _Pan._ The jar's a most uncommon sort of shape, (_Smells it_) Oh, oh! may I be shot if it ain't grape! [_Tastes it, and smacks his lips._ Gollopshus! (_drinks_). More gollopshus than the first! It quenches, yet somehow increases, thirst. (_Drinks_) Talk about nectar. These celestial fellers Have no such drink as this stuff in their cellars. I must bid Ganymede to earth to fly-- Ganymede, brin-_g an immed_-iate supply. [_Drinks, and becomes gradually elevated--hiccups._ Nectar celestial drink's supposed to be; It's called divine--this is _de vine_ for me! (_Sings_) We'll drown it in the bowl! (_Staggers_) I see two bottles! I only wish I'd got a pair of throttles! My, everything's in two! As for that there tree, It was a single tree, it's now a _pair_ tree. That bay I thought Arcadian--but, I say, It seems to me, my friend, you're _Dublin_ bay. Fact, 'tis a pair of bays. The earth seems reeling, While this is still so gently o'er me stealing. To the burlesques by William Brough already mentioned may be added "Endymion, or the Naughty Boy who cried for the Moon" (St. James's, 1860), and "Pygmalion, or the Statue Fair" (Strand, 1867). The former,[12] of course, has to do with the fabled fondness of Diana for Endymion, and _vice versâ_. The goddess sees the youth lying asleep upon Mount Latmos, and, descending, kisses him:- [12] Miss Herbert was Diana, and Miss Kate Terry one of the nymphs attending on her. Charles Young was Actæon; Belmore, Pan. Strange weakness--thus my beams so bright to dim! I should _be more_ myself--not _beam o'er_ him. The gods all mock my silvery splendour paling; Not silvery, but irony, _their_ railing. Paling and railing!--what dread fears that calls up, Their _bitter raillery_ suggesting _All's up_! Before Endymion has seen Diana, he is asked by Actæon whether he is in love; to which he replies:- Oh, no! We men of fashion Have long ago forsworn the tender passion. We can't afford it. _Actæ._ Why not? _Endym._ Well, a wife May suit folks in the lower walks of life; But in our station, what girls seek in marriage Is not a _walk_ in life;--they want a carriage. Then, what with dress and crinoline extensive, The sex which should be _dear_ becomes _expensive_. Once hearts were trumps;--that suit no more we follow; Since a good suit of diamonds beats them hollow. Here he drops into a parody of "Our Hearts are not our Own to Give":-- Our hearts we've not alone to give, When we to wed incline; In lowly cots on love to live, In poetry sounds fine.