A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
EUL. Bless'd be these means, and happy the success!
Now 'gin I rear my crest above the moon.
And in those gilded books read lectures of
The feminine sex. There moves Cassiope,
Whose garments shine with thirteen precious stones,
Types of as many virtues: then her daughter,
Whose beauty without Perseus would have tam'd
The monstrous fish, glides with a starry crown:
Then just Astrea kembs her golden hair:
And my Landora can become the skies
As well as they. O, how my joys do swell!
He mounted not more proud whose burning throne
Kindled the cedar-tops, and quaff'd whole fountains,
Fly then, ye winged hours, as swift as thought
Or my desires: let day's bright waggoner
Fall headlong, and lie buried in the deep,
And (dormouse-like) Alcides night outsleep:
Good Tethys, quench his beams, that he ne'er rise
To scorch the Moors, to suck up honey-dews,
Or to betray my person.
But prythee, tell what mistress you adore?
HIR. The kind Cordelia, loving and belov'd:
Only some jar of late about a favour
Made me inveigh 'gainst women. Come away,
Our plots desire the night, not babbling day.
EUL. We must give way: here come our reverend bards
To sing in synod, as their custom is
With former chance comparing present deeds. [_Exeunt._
SCENE V.
_Chorus of five Bards-Laureate, four Voices, and a_
_Harper; attired._
1. _Song._
1. _At the spring_
_Birds do sing:_
_Now with high,_
_Then low cry._
_Flat, acute;_
_And salute,_
_The sun, born_
_Every morn._
ALL. _He's no bard that cannot sing_
_The praises of the flow'ry spring._
2. _Flora queen,_
_All in green,_
_Doth delight_
_To paint white,_
_And to spread_
_Cruel red_
_With a blue,_
_Colour true._
ALL. _He's no bard, &c._
3. _Woods renew_
_Hunter's hue._
_Shepherd's grey_
_Crown'd with bay,_
_With his pipe_
_Care doth wipe,_
_Till he dream_
_By the stream._
ALL. _He's no bard, &c._
4. _Faithful loves,_
_Turtle-doves,_
_Sit and bill_
_On a hill._
_Country swains_
_On the plains_
_Run and leap,_
_Turn and skip._
ALL. _He's no bard, &c._
5. _Pan doth play_
_Care away._
_Fairies small,_
_Two foot tall,_
_With caps red_
_On their head,_
_Dance around_
_On the ground._
ALL. _He's no bard, &c._
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