_2 Shep._ Continue here? what else? he has bought the great Farm; A great man, with a great Inheritance, And all the ground about it, all the woods too; And stock'd it like an Emperour. Now, all our sports again And all our merry Gambols, our may-Ladies, Our evening-daunces on the Green, our Songs, Our Holiday good cheer, our Bag-pipes now Boyes, Shall make the wanton Lasses skip again, Our Sheep-sheerings, and all our knacks. _3 Shep._ But hark ye, We must not call him Emperour. _1 Countr._ That's all one; He is the King of good fellows, that's no treason; And so I'le call him still, though I be hang'd for't. I grant ye, he has given his honour to another man, He cannot give his humour: he is a brave fellow, And will love us, and we'l love him. Come hither _Ladon_, What new Songs, and what geers? _3 Shep._ Enough: I'le tell ye He comes abroad anon to view his grounds, And with the help of _Thirsis_, and old _Egon_, (If his whorson could be gon) and _Amaryllis_, And some few more o'th' wenches, we will meet him, And strike him such new springs, and such free welcoms, Shall make him scorn an Empire, forget Majestie, And make him bless the hour he liv'd here happy. _2 Countr._ And we will second ye, we honest Carters, We lads o'th' lash, with some blunt entertainment, Our Teams to two pence, will give him some content, Or we'll bawl fearfully. _3 Shep._ He cannot expect now His Courtly entertainments, and his rare Musicks, And Ladies to delight him with their voyces; Honest and cheerful toyes from honest meanings, And the best hearts they have. We must be neat all: On goes my russet jerkin with blue buttons. _1 Shep._ And my green slops I was married in; my bonnet With my carnation point with Silver tags, boyes: You know where I won it. _1 Countr._ Thou wilt ne're be old, _Alexis_. _1 Shep._ And I shall find some toyes that have been favors, And nose-gayes, and such knacks: for there be wenches. _3 Shep._ My mantle goes on too I plaid young _Paris_ in, And the new garters _Amaryllis_ sent me. _1 Count._ Yes, yes: we'l all be handsom, and wash our faces. Neighbour, I see a remnant of March dust That's hatch'd into your chaps: I pray ye be carefull, _Enter_ Geta. And mundifie your muzzel. _2 Countr._ I'le to th' Barbers, It shall cost me I know what. Who's this? _3 Shep._ Give room, neighbours, A great man in our State: gods bless your worship. _2 Countr._ Encrease your Mastership. _Get._ Thanks, my good people: Stand off, and know your duties: as I take it You are the labouring people of this village, And you that keep the sheep. Stand farther off yet, And mingle not with my authoritie, I am too mighty for your companie.