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SCENE V-A Village Alehouse Door. Nursing in bosom a treacherous viper ; Pan is discovered sitting at a table, with a tan- Here's a fine dance-but'tis he pays the piper. kard, pipes, and tobacco before him; his bag

[Ereunt, pipes lying by him.

SCENE VI.- A Wood and Lawn near SILENO'S Pan. Jupiter wenches and drinks,

Farm.
He rules the roast in the sky;
Yet he's a fool if he thinks

A tender slow symphony: DAPHNE crosses, me-
That he's as happy as I;

lancholy and silent; Nysa watching her. Juno rates him,

Nysa. O ho; is it $0—Miss Daphne in the And grates him,

dumps ? And leads his highness a weary life; Mum-snug's the word—I'll lead her such a I have my lass,

dance
And my glass,

Shall make her stir her stumps.
And stroll a bachelor's merry life.

To all her secret haunts,
Let him fluster,

Like a shadow I'll follow and watch her;
And blaster,

And, faith, mamma shall hear on't if I catch Yet cringe to his haridan's furbelow;

her.

[Retires.
To my fair tulips,
I glue lips,

Re-enter DAPHNE.
And clink the cannikin here below.
Enter DAMÆTAS.

Daph. La; how my heart goes pit-a-pat;

what thumping, Dam. There sits the old soaker, his pate E'er since my father brought us home this troubling little

[vittle,

bumpkin. How the world wags, so he gets drink and

AIR.
Hoa, Master Pan—'Gad you've trod on a
thistle !

He's as tight a lad to see to,
You may pack up your all, Sir, and go whistle. As e'er stept in leather shoe;
The wenches have turn'd tail-to yon buck And what's better, he'll love me too,
ranter:

[ter. And to him I'll prove true blue. Tickled by his guitar-they scorn your chan- Though my sister cast a hawk's eye, AIR.

I defy what she can do ;
All round the maypole how they trot.

He o'erlook'd the little doxy,
Hot

I'm the girl he means to woo.

Hither I stole out to meet him,
Pot,

He'll no doubt my steps pursue ;
And good ale have got;

If the youth prove true, I'll fit him ;
Routing,

If he's false-I'll fit him too.
Shouting,
At you flouting,

Enter Pol.
Fleering,

Pol. Think o'the devil—'tis said,
Jeering,
And what not.

He's at your shoulder-
There is old Sileno frisks like a mad

This wench was running in my head,
Lad,

And pop-behold her.
Glad

AIR.
To see us sad:
Cap'ring,

Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish:
Vaporing;

At your feet a tender swain,
While Pol, scraping,

Prays you will not let him languish,
Coaxes

One kind look would ease his pain.
The lasses

Did you know the lad who courts you,
As he did the dad.

He not long needs sue in vain :
Round about, &c.

Prince of song, of dance, of sports-you

Scarce will meet his like again.
Enter Mysis.

Daph. Sir: you're such an olio
Mysis. O Pan! the devil to pay, both my

Of perfection in folio, sluts frantic !

No damsel can resist you: Both in their tantrums, for yon cap'ring antic.

Your face so attractive, But I'll go seek 'em all-and if I find 'em,

Limbs so supple and active, I'll drive 'em-as if old Nick were behind'em.

That, by this light, [Going.

At the first sight,
Pan. Soa, soa,-don't flounce;

I could have run and kiss'd you.
Avast-disguise your fury.
Pol we shall trounce;

AIR.
Midas is judge and jury.

If you can caper, as well as you modulate,
AIR.

With the addition of that pretty face, Mysis. Sure I shall run with vexation dis- Pan, who was held by our shepherds' a god tracted,

o'late, To see my purposes thus counteracted!

Will be kick'd out, and you set in his This way, or that way, or which way soever,

place. All things run contrary to my endeavour. His beard so frowsy, bis gestures so awkward Daughters projecting,

are, Their rnin and shame,

And his bagpipe has so drowsy a drone, Fathers neglecting

That if they find you, as I did, no backwarder, The care of their fame ;

You may count on all the girls as your own. will fall

(ACT IT. Mysis. (From within.] Pol, Pol, make haste, Would she yield now-I swear by the lord come hither.

Harry,
Pol. Death, what a time to call;

The moment madam's coffin'd-her I'll marry. Oh! rot your old lungs of leather.

AIR.
B’ye, Daph.
Daph. B'ye, Poli.

O what pleasures will abound,
[Exit Pol; NYSA comes forward. When my wife is laid in ground!
Nysa. Marry come up, forsooth,

Let earth cover her,
Is't mę, you forward vixen,

We'll dance over her,
You choose to play your tricks on; When my wife is laid in ground.
And could your liquorish tooth

Oh how happy should I be,
Find none but my sweetheart to fix on?

Would little Nysa pig with me!
Daph. Marry come up again,

How I'd mumble her,
Indeed, my dirty cousin !

Touze and tumble her,
Have you a right to every swain ?

Would little Nysa pig with me!
Nysa. Ay, though a dozen.

Nysa. Young birds alone are caught with

At your base scheme I laugh. [chaff, DUET.

Mid. Yet take my vows.Daph. My minikin Miss, do you fancy that Nysa. I would not take your bond, Sir, Pol

[dol?

Mid. Half my estateCan ever be caught by an infant's Nysa. No, nor the whole--my fond Sir. Nysa. Can you, Miss Maypole, suppuse he

[Erit. shall ? Mid. Well, master Poll I'll tickle, In love with the giantess of Guild

For him, at least, I have a rod in picDaph. Pigmy elf,

When he's in limbo,

[kle: Nysa. Colossus itself,

Not thus our hoity-toity miss Both. You will lie till you're mouldy upon

Will stick her arms a-kimbo. the shelf. Dapk. You stump o'th' gutter, you hop o’my

Enter Pan. thumb,

(come.

Pan. So, 'squire, well met-I flew to know A husband for you must from Lilliput

your business. Nysa. You stalking steeple, you gawky stag, Mid. Why, Pan, this Pol we must bring him Your husband must come from Brob

on his knees. dignag.

Pan. That were a feat indeed; -a feat to Daph. Sour grapes,

brag on. Nysa. Lead apes;

Mid. Let's home-we'll there concert it as Both.I'll humbleyourvanity,MistressTrapes.

we wag on; Daph. Miss, your assurance,

I'll make him skipNysa. And, Miss, your high airs

Pan. As St. George did the dragon. Daph. Is

past all endurance, Nysa. Are at their last prayers.

[Exeunt. Daph. No more of these freedoms, Miss

SCENE II.-A Lawn before Midas' House. Nysa, I beg. Nysa. Miss Daphne's conceit must be low

Enter Nysa. er'd a peg:

Nysa. Good lack! what is come o'er me! Daph. Poor spite!

Daphne has stepp'd before me!
Nysa.
Pride hurt!

Envy and love devour me,
Daph, Liver white !

Pol dotes upon her phiz hard! Nysa. Rare sport!

'Tis that sticks in my gizzard. Daph. Do show your teeth, spitfire, do, but Midas appears now iwenty times more hideous: you can't bite;

Ah, Nysa, what resource ?

-a cloister.
Nysa. This haughtiness soon will be laid Death alive-yet thither must I run,
in the dirt.

And turn a nun,
Poor spite, &c.

Prodigious!
Pride hurt, &c.
[Exeunt ; squabbling,

AIR.
АСТ II. .

In these greasy old tatters

His charms brighter shine :
SCENE I.-A Grove.

Then his guitar he clatters

With tinkling, divine:
Enter Nysa, followed by MIDAS.

But my sister,
Mid. Turn, tygress, turn: nay fly not-

Ah! he kiss'd her,
I have thee at a why
not.

And me he pass'a by;
How comes it, little Nysy,

I'm jealous
That heart to me so icy

Of the fellow's
Should be to Pol like tinder,

Bad taste and blind eye. (Exit.
Burn'd up to a very cinder ?
Nysa. Sir, to my virtue ever steady:

SCENE III.--Midas' Parlour.
Firm as a rock
I scorn your shock;

Midas, Mysis, and Pan, discovered in consulta-
But why this attack!

tion over a large bowl of punch, pipes, and A miss can you lack

tobacco, Who have a wife already ?

Mid. Come, Pan, your toast Mid. Ay, ay, there's the cursebut she is, Pan. Here goes our noble umpire. old and sickly ;

Mysis. And Pol's defeat-I'll pledge it in a And would my Nysa grant the favour quickly, bumper,

me,

Mid. Hang him, in every scheme that whelp Sil. Name her not, hag of Endor, has cross'd us.

What knew she of thee but thy coffers? Mysis. Sure he's the devil himself;

Dam. And shall this ditch-born whelp, this Pan. Or Doctor Faustus.

jack-an-apes, Mysis. Ah! squire--for Pan would you By dint of congees and of scrapes— but stoutly stickle,

Sil. These are thy slanders and that canThis Pol would soon be in a wretched pickle.

ker'd hag's Pan. You reason right

Dam. A thing made up of pilfer'd rags; Mid. His toby I shall tickle.

Sil. Richer than thou with all thy brags Mysis. Look, 'squire, I've sold my butter, Of tlocks, and herds, and money bags. here the price is

Duet.
At your command, do but this job for Mysis.
Count 'em-six guineas and an old Jacobus, Sil. If a rival thy character draw,
Keep Pan, and shame that scape.grace coram

In perfection he'll find out a flaw; nobis.

With black he will paint,
Mid. Goody, as 'tis your request,

Make a de'il of a saint,
I pocket this here stuff;

And change to an owl a maccaw.
And as for that there peasant,

Dam. Can a father pretend to be wise,
Trust I'll work his buff,

Who his friend's good advice would de-
At the musical struggle

Who, when danger is nigh, [spise ?
I'll bully and juggle;

Throws his spectacles by,
My award's

And blinks through a green girl's eyes?
Your sure card;

Sil. You're an impudent pimp and a grub. 'Blood, he shall fly his country that's enough. Dam. You are fool'd by a beggarly scrub; Pan. Well said, my lad of wax.

Your betters you snub. Mid. Let's end the tankard,

Sil. Who will lend me a club, I have no head for business till I've drank hard.

This insolent puppy to drub? Pan. Nor have my guts brains in them till

You're an impudent pimp and a grub, they're addle,

Dam. You're cajol'd by a beggarly scrub, When I'm most rocky, I best sit my saddle. Sil. Who will rot in a powdering tub, Mid. Well, come, let's take one bouze, and Dam. Whom the prince of impostors I dub; roar a catch,

Sil. A guinea for a club, Then part to our affairs.

Dam. You're bald pate you'll rub, Pan. A match.

Sil. This muckworm to drub. Mysis. A match.

Dam. When you find that your cub,

Sil. Rub off, sirrah, rub, sirrah, rub.
TRIO.

Dam. Is debauch'd by a whipp'd syllabub. Mid. Master Pol

(Exeunt. And his toll de roll loll,

Enter Mysis, attended by Daphne and Nysa. I'll buffet away from the plain, Sir. Pan. And I'll assist

Mysis. Soh! you attend the trial—we shall

drive hence Your worship's fist

With all my might and main, Sir. Your vagabond-
Mys. And I'll have a thump,

Sil. I smoke your foul contrivance.
Though he is so plump,

Daph. Ah, Nys, our fate depends upon this
And makes such a wounded racket.

issue Mid. I'll bluff,

Nysa. Dapb-for your sake my claim I here Pan. I'll rough,

forego; Mys. I'll huft,

And with your Pol much joy I wish you.. Mid. I'll cuff,

Daph. O, gemini, say'st thou me so ? All. And I'll warrant we pepper his Dear creature, let me kiss you. jacket.

Nysa. Let's kneel, and beg his stay, papa Mid. For all his cheats,

will back us.
And wenching feats,

Daph. Mamma will storm.
He shall rue on his knees 'em.

Nysa. What then? she can but whack us.
Or skip, by goles,

QUINTETTO.
As high as Paul's,

Daph. Mother, sure you never
Like ugly witch on besom;

Will endeavour
Arraign'd he shall be,

To dissever
Of treason to me!

From my favour
Pan. And I with my davy will back it,

So sweet a swain;

None so clever
Mid. I'll snare,

E'er trod the plain.
Mys. I'll tear,
AU. O rare!

Nysa. Father, hopes you gave her,

Don't deceive her,
And I'll warrant we pepper his jacket.

Can you leave her

Sunk for ever
SCENE IV.-A Landscape.

In pining care ?

Haste and save her
Enter SILENO and DAMÆTAS, in warm

From black despair.
argument.

Daph. Think of his modest grace, Sil. My Daph, a wife for thee; the 'squire's

His voice, shape, and face; base pander!

Nysa. Hearts alarming, To the plantations sooner would I send her. Daph. Bosoms warming, Dam. Sir, your good wife approv'd my Nysa. Wrath disarming, offers.

Daph. With his soft lay:

I'll swear,

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all;

Nysa. He's so charming,

Dam. Masters, will you abide by this conAy, let him stay,

dition ? Both. He's so charming, &c.

Pan. I ask no better.
Mysis. Sluts, are you lost to shame?

Pol. I'm all submission.
Wife, wife, be more tame.

Pan. Strike up, sweet Sir.
Mysis. This is madness !

Pol. Sir, I attend your leisure.
Sober sadness !

Mid. Pan, take the lead,
Mysis. I with gladness

Pan. Since 'tis your worship’s pleasure.
Could see him swing,

AIR.
For his badness,
Sil. "Tis no such thing:

A pox on your pother about this or that; Dam. Must Pan resign to this fop his em- Your shrieking or squeaking, a sharp or á flat; ployment? joyment?

I'm sharp by my bumpers, you're a flat, masMust I to him yield of Daph the en- So here goes a set-to at toll de roll loll.

ter Pol; Mysis. Ne'er while a tongue I brandish, Fop outlandish

When beauty her rack of poor lovers would Daph shall blandish.

hamper,

[scamper; Dam. Will you reject my income,

And after Miss Will-o'the-Wisp the fools Herds and clinkum?

Ding dong, in sing song, they the lady extol: Sil. Rot and sink 'em.

Pray what's all this fuss for, but-toll de Dam. Midas must judge.

roll loll,
Mysis. And Pol must fly.
Sil.
Zounds, Pol shan't budge:

Mankind are a medley- -a chance-medley Mysis. You lie.

race;

[chase: Dam. You lie,

All start in full cry, to give dame Fortune Mysis.

There's catch as catch can, hit or miss, luck is Dam. You lie, you lie.

[loll. Sil.

And luck's the best tune of life's toll de roll Enter Midas, enraged, attended ly a crowd of I've done, please your worship, 'tis rather Nymphs and Swains.

too long; Mid. Peace, ho! Is hell broke loose? what

[Mid. Not at all.] means this jawing ?

I only meant life is but an old song: Under my very nose this clapper-clawing ! The world's but a tragedy, comedy, droll; AIR.

Where all act the scene of toll de roll roll. What the devil's here to do,

Mid. By jingo, well perform’d for one of Ye loggerheads and gipsies?

(visage? Sirrah you, and hussy you,

Now, hang dog, don't you blush to show your And each of you tipsy is :

Pol. Why, master Midas, for that matter, But I'll as sure pull down your pride as

'Tis enough to dash one, A gun, or as I'm justice Midas.

To hear the arbitrator,
Chorus. O, tremendous justice Midas !

In such unseemly fashion,
Who shall oppose wise justice Midas?

One of the candidates bespatter,

With so much partial passion.
AIR.

(Midas falls asleep. Mid. I'm given to understand that you are

AIR. all in a pother here; Disputing whether Pan or Pol shall pipe to Ah,

happy hours, how fleeting, you another year.

'Ye danc'd on down away ; Do you think your clumsy ears so proper to

When, my soft vows repeating, decide, as

At Daphne's feet I lay! The delicate ears of justice Midas ?

But from her charms when sunder'd,

As Midas' frowns presage,
Chorus. O, tremendous, &c.

Each hour will seem a hundred;
Mid. So you allow it then-ye mobbish rab-

Each day appear an age. ble ?

Mid. Silence-this just decree, all at your Enter Pol and Pan, severally.

peril,

Obedient hear-else I shall use you very ill. Oh, here comes Pol and Pan-now stint your gabble. [squabble,

THE DECREE.
Fetch my great chair-I'll quickly end this

Pan shall remain,
AIR.

Pol quit the plain.
Now I'm seated,

Chorus. O, tremendous, &c. 1'11 be treated

Mid. All bow with me to mighty PanLike the sophi on his throne;

enthrone him

[himIn my presence,

No pouting--and with festal chorus crown Scoundrel peasants

[The crowd form two ranks beside the chair, Shall not call their souls their own. and join in the Chorus, whilst Midas crowns My behest is,

him with bays. He who best is, Shall be fix'd musician chief;

Chorus. See triumphant sits the bard, Ne'er the loser

Crown'd with bays, his due reward; Shall show nose here,

Exil'd Pol shall wander far ;
But be transported like a thief.

Exild, twang his faint guitar;

While with echoing shouts of praise, Chorus. O tremendous, &c.

We the bagpipe's glory raise.

his age;

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Mid. 'Tis well. What keeps you here,

FINALE. you ragamuflin?

(fing?

Apol. Thou, a Billingsgate quean, Go trudge- -or do you wait for a good cuf.

[To Mysis. Pol. Now all attend

Thou, a pandar obscene, (Throws off his disguise, and appears

[To DAMÆTAS.

With strumpets and bailiffs shall class; as APOLLO.

Thou, driven from man, [To Midas. The wrath of Jove for rapine,

Shalt wander with Pan;

[ass, &c. Corruption, lust, pride, fraud, there's no

He a stinking old goat, thou an ass, an escaping

Be thou squire-his estate [TO SILENO. Tremble, thou wretch; thou stretch'd thy

To thee I translate. utmost tether;

To you his strong chests, wicked mass; Thou and thy tools shall go to pot together.

[TO' DAPHNE and NYSA. AIR.

Live happy, while 1,

Recall'd to the sky,
Dunce I did but sham,

Make all the gods laugh at Midas.
For Apollo I am,
God of music, and king of Parnass;

Daph. Sil. Nysa, To the bright god of day,

together with the Let us dance, sing, and Thy scurvy decree,

play For Pan against me,

(his lass.

Swains.
I reward with the ears of an ass.

Daph. Now, critics, lie snug,
Mid. Detected, balk'd, and small,

Not a hiss, groan, or shrug ; On our marrow-bones we fall.

Remember the fate of Midas, Mysis. Be merciful.

Midas; Dam. Be pitiful.

Remember the fate of Midas. Mid. Forgive us, mighty Sol.- -Alas! alas!

Chorus. Now, critics, lie snug, &c.

other Nymphs und Claphanás every lad with

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