_Y. Book._ Why you must know my humour grew poetic. I pulled off my sword-knot, and with that bound up a coronet of ivy, laurel, and flowers; with that round my temples, and a plate of richest fruits in my hand, on one knee I presented her with it as a cornucopia, an offering from her humble swain of all his harvest--to her the Ceres of our genial feast and rural mirth. She smiled; the ladies clapped their hands, and all our music struck sympathetic rapture at my happiness; while gentle winds, the river, air, and shore echoed the harmony in notes more soft than they received it. Methought all nature seemed to die for love like me. To all my heart and every pulse beat time. Oh, the pleasures of successful love! ha, Lovemore! ha! What, hast thou got a good office lately? you're afraid I should make some request. Prithee ben't so shy, I have nothing to ask but of my mistress--What's the matter? _Love._ I only attend, sir, I only attend-- _Y. Book._ Then I'll go on. As soon[50] as we had supped, the fireworks played. Squibs of all sorts were darted through the skies, whose spreading fires made a new day. A flaming deluge seemed to fall from Heaven, and with such violence attacked the waves, you would have thought the fiery element had left his sphere, to ruin his moist enemy. Their contest done, we landed, danced till day, which hasty Sol disturbed us with too soon. Had he taken our advice, or feared my anger, he might in Thetis's lap have slept as long as at Alcmena's labour he's reported. But steering not as we would have prescribed, he put a period to our envied mirth. _Love._ Trust me, you tell us wonders, and with a grace as rare as the feast itself, which all our summer's mirth can't equal. _Y. Book._ My mistress took me o' the sudden; I had not a day's warning. _Love._ The treat was costly though, and finely ordered. _Y. Book._ I was forced to take up with this trifle. He that wants time can't do as he would. _Love._ Farewell, we shall meet again at more leisure. _Y. Book._ Number me among your creatures. _Love._ Oh jealousy! Thou rack, jealousy! _Fred._ [_To_ LOVE.] What reason have you to feel it? the circumstances of the feast nothing agree. _Love. [To_ FRED.] In time and place they do; the rest is nothing. [_Exeunt_ FRED. _and_ LOVE. _Lat._[51] May I speak now, sir, without offence? _Y. Book._ 'Tis in your choice now to speak or not, but before company you'll spoil all. _Lat._ Do you walk abroad and talk in your sleep? or do you use to tell your dreams for current truth? _Y. Book._ Dull brain! _Lat._ Why, you beat out mine with your battles, your fireworks, your music, and your feasts. You've found an excellent way to go to the wars, and yet keep out of danger. Then you feast your mistresses at the cheapest rate that ever I knew! Why d'ye make 'em believe you ha' been here these six weeks? _Y. Book._ My passion has the more growth, and I the better ground to make love.