JUL. Th' Elysian groves so richly beautified, Deck'd with the tufted verdure: watered With crystal rills, and cloth'd above conceit In native diap'ry: may emblems be Of this delicious platform, where each sense May sate its quest with sweet satiety. JOC. And th' edifying sense with melody. [_Voices of nightingales._ Hark, how that ev'ning quire of nightingales [Sidenote: _Dum Philomela canit, spinum sub pectore figit: Crimen ut incestus se meminisse dolet._] Warble with shrillest notes, pricks at their breasts, Tereus' incestuous crime; as if't had been A fact inexpiable: wherein we doubt, What we should do, if [we] were put unto't. This is a garden, sure, of great frequent. CAV. Lucullus nor the Roman Argentine Had ne'er the like: nor with completer beauties More gracefully embellish'd: it might be Styl'd the Spring Garden for variety Of all delights: balls, treats, and choice invites, Address'd for amorous parliance; and indeed To make the bargain up--you know my meaning. FRI. Thou art a dang'rous beagle. What say you, ladies? In this perpetual spring-like sweet retire, To gratify her court'sy and conduct, Who tender'd these respects: let's have a frolic-- A jovial frolic, till the Platonics come. Whom we must chide, and with some discontent Tax for their slowness. ALL. The motion's wondrous good; We all assent to't. JOC. But in this assent Scatter such freedom as it may appear Our fortunes be our own: and that no eye Of jealousy or parsimonious thrift Can bound our humour. Let's call up the drawer. [_They ring the bell._ _Enter_ DRAWER. DRAW. Your pleasures, madams? ALL. What hast within, boy? DRAW. Cakes, creams, stewed prunes, olivets, tongues, tarts, and---- CAV. What else, you Jack-of-all-trades! Doth your mistress take us, you nitty-napry rascal, for her bordella's blouses?[166] Bring us here pistachio nuts, Strengthening oringo roots. Quince, peach, and preserv'd apricock, With the stones pendant to't.[167] With such incentive and salacious cates, As quicken hours, and sharpen appetite. DRAW. You shall, you shall, madam;--on my life, these be the ladies of the New Dress; they'll never be satisfied. [_Aside._ [_Exit._ CAV. Let us imagine ourselves now to be planted in the Sparagus Garden, where if we want anything, it is our own fault. A fair alimony needs no pawn; it will discharge a tavern-bill at any time. SCENE III. _Enter again the_ VINTRESS _and_ DRAWER _with wine and fruit_. VIN. How is it, noble ladies? Your honours shall want no rarities that our storehouse may afford you. CAV. A glass of muscadella for me. Here, Madam Fricase, to Monsieur Florello! [_Drinks._ FRI. This court'sy, madam, must not beget in you a forgetfulness of Caranto. CAV. So nearly he's unbosomed, you need not fear it. JUL. Nectarella for me. Here, princely Joculette, to your Salibrand! [_Drinks._ JOC. Meantime, remember loyal Palisado. JUL. No individual can be well forgot.