_Momus._ Thy sword within the scabbard keep, And let mankind agree; Better the world were fast asleep, Than kept awake by thee. The fools are only thinner, With all our cost and care: But neither side a winner, 70 For things are as they were. _Chorus of all_. The fools are only, &c. _Enter_ VENUS. _Venus_. Calms appear when storms are past; Love will have his hour at last: Nature is my kindly care; Mars destroys, and I repair; Take me, take me, while you may, Venus comes not every day. _Chorus of all_. Take her, take her, &c. _Chronos_. The world was then so light, 80 I scarcely felt the weight; Joy ruled the day, and Love the night. But, since the queen of pleasure left the ground, I faint, I lag, And feebly drag The ponderous orb around. _Momus_. All, all of a piece throughout; [_Pointing to Diana_.] Thy chase had a beast in view; [_To Mars_.] Thy wars brought nothing about; [_To Venus_.] Thy lovers were all untrue. 90 _Janus_. 'Tis well an old age is out. _Chronos_. And time to begin a new. _Cho. of all_. All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view: Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. 'Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new. _Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers_. * * * * * FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 45: This Masque, with the song of a scholar and his mistress, was performed in 1700, for the author's benefit, with the play of the Pilgrim, altered by Sir John Vanbrugh, his fortune and health being at that time in a declining state.] * * * * * XXII. SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS, WHO, BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM. [Music within.] _The Lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper._ _Phillis_. Look, look I see--I see my love appear! 'Tis he--'Tis he alone; For, like him, there is none: 'Tis the dear, dear man, 'tis thee, dear. _Amyntas_. Hark! the winds war; The foamy waves roar; I see a ship afar: Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore: But what's that I view, So radiant of hue, St Hermo, St Hermo, that sits upon the sails? Ah! No, no, no. St Hermo never, never shone so bright; 'Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light; 'Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. _Phillis_. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. _Amyntas_. If all the fates combine, And all the furies join, I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the charm. [_Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace_.]