AIR.-APOLLO:

Be by your friends advised,

Too harsh, too hasty dad!

Maugre your bolts and wise head,

The world will think you mad.
What worse can Bacchus teach men,
His roaring bucks, when drunk,

Then break the lamps, beat watchmen,
And stagger to some punk?

Jup. You saucy scoundrel; there, sir. (Strikes him.) Come, disorder,

Down, Phoebus, down to earth, we'll hear no further: Roll, thunders, roll; blue lightnings flash about him. The blab shall find our sky can do without him. (Thunder and lightning.) Jupiter darts a bolt at him; he falls; Jupiter re-assumes his throne, and the gods all ascend together, singing the initial chorus; "Jove in his chair," &c.

SCENE IL-A champaign Country, with a distant village. Violent storm of thunder and lightning. A Shepherd sleeping in the field is roused by it, and runs off frightened, leaving his cloak and guitar behind

him.

APOLLO, as cast from heaven, falls to the earth, with a rude shock, and lies for awhile stunned.

Apol. Zooks! what a crush! a pretty decent tumble!

Kind usage, Mr. Jove: sweet sir, your humble. Well, down I am; no bones broke, though sore pepper'd!

Here doom'd to stay. What can I do? turn shepherd(Puts on the cloak, &c.) A lucky thought. In this disguise, Apollo No more, but Pol the swain, some flock I'll follow. Nor doubt I, with my voice, guitar, and person, Among the nymphs to kick up some diversion.

Enter SILENO

Pol, is my name; a shepherd once my dad, sir,
I' th' upper parts here; though not born to serving,
I'll now take on, for faith I'm almost starving.
Sil. You've drawn a prize i' th' lottery: so have
I too;

Why, I'm the master you could best apply to.
DUETT.-APOLLO and SILENO.-
Since you mean to hire for service,
Come with me, you jolly dog;

(Together.)

Sil.

You can help to bring home harvest,

Tend the sheep, and feed the hog.

Girls are known
To mischief prone,

If ever they be idle;
Who would rear

Two daughters fair.

Must hold a steady bridle;

For here they skip,

And there they trip,

And this and that way sidle. Giddy maids,

Poor silly jades,

All after men are gadding;
They flirt pell-mell,
Their rain to swell,

To coxcomb, coxcomb adding: To ev'ry fop

Their co k-a-hoop,

And set their mothers madding.

Daph. To the gentle, handsome swain.
Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain.
Nysa Sure'tis cruel to give pain.
M sis. 'Tis my pleasure to give him pain.
Daph. Sure 'tis cruel to give pain.
Sil. He's a gentle, handsome swain.
Nysa. To the gentle, handsome swain.
Mysis. To your odious, fav'rite swain.

SCENE IV.-Midas's House.
Enter MIDAS and DAMÆTAS.

[Exeunt.

Mid. Nysa, you say, refus'd the guineas British Dam. Ah! please your worship; she is wondrous skittish.

Mid. I'll have her, cost what 'twill. Odsbob's I'll force her

Dam. The halter

Mid. As for madam-I'll divorce her.

Some favor'd lout incog. our bliss opposes.

Dam. Ay, Pol, the hind, puts out of joint our

Never more to rise.

Off, you blast me

[dient.

Dam. I fly. (Going, returns.) Sir, your obedient.

[Exit.

SCENE VL-A Wood and lawn near Sileno's Farm. A tender, slow symphony. Enter DAPHNE, crosses, melancholy and silent, and exit; NYSA, watching her.

Nysa. O ho; is it so. Miss Daphne in the dumps?
Mum-suug's the word. I'll lead her such a
Shall make her stir her stumps.
[dance,

To all her secret haunts,
Like a shadow I'll follow and watch her;
And, faith, mamma shall hear on't if I catch
her.
[Retires.

AIR.-DAPHNE.

He's as tight a lad to see to,

As e'er stept in leather shoe;
And what's better, he'll love me too,
And to him I'll prove true blue.
Though my sister cast a hawk's eye,
I defy what she can do;

He o'erlook'd the little doxy,

I'm the girl he means to woo.
Hither I stole out to meet him,

He'll no doubt my steps pursue;
If the youth prove true, I'll fit him;
If he's fulse I'll fit him too.
Enter APOLLO,

Aro. Think o' the devil-'tis said,
He's at your shoulder;

This wench was running in my head,
And pop-behold her.

AIR.-APOLLO.

Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish:
At your feet a tender swain,
Prays you will not let him languish,

One kind look would ease his pain.
Did you know the lad who courts you,
He not long need sue in vain;
Prince of song, of dance, of sports-you
Scarce will meet his like again.

Daph. Sir, you're such an olio
Of perfection in folio,

No damsel can resist you;
Your face so attractive,
Limbs so supple and active,
That, by this light,

At the first sight,

I could have run and kiss'd you.

AIR.-DAPHNE.

Indeed, my dirty cousin!

Have you a right to every swain?

Ay, though a dozen.

DUETT.-DAPHNE and NYSA.

Daph. My minikin miss, do you fancy that Pol
Can ever be caught by an infant's doll?
Nysa. Can you, Miss Maypole, suppose he will fall
In love with the giantess of Guildhall?
Pigmy elf,
Colossus itself,

Daph. Nysa.

Both. You will lie till you're mouldy upon the shelf. Daph. You stump o' th' gutter, and hop o' my thumb, A husband for you must from Lilliput come.

O what pleasures will abound,
When my wife is laid in ground;
Let earth cover her,

We'll dance over her,

When my wife is laid in ground.
O, how happy should I be.
Would little Nysa pig with me!

How I d mumble her,

Touze and tumble her,

Would little Nysa pig with me!

Nysa. Young birds alone are caught with chaff,

At your base scheme I laugh.

Mid. Yet take my vows.

Nysa. I would not take your bond, sir,

Mid. Half my estate

'Sblood, he shall fly his country-that's enough. Pan, Well said, my lad of wax.

Mid. Let's end the tankard,

I have no head for business till I've drank hard. Pan. Nor have my guts brains in them till they're

addle,

When I'm most rocky, I best sit my saddle.

Mid. Well, come, let's take one boose, and roar Then part to our affairs [a catch,

Pan. A match. Mysis. A match.

TRIO.-MIDAS, PAN, and MYSIS.

Mid. Master Pol

And his tol de rol lol,

I'll buffet away from the plain, sir.

Pan. And I'll assist

Your worship's fist

With all my might and main, sir.

DUET.-SILENO and DAMÆTAS.

Sil. If a rival thy character draw,
In perfection he'll find out a flaw:
With black he will point,

Make a de'il of a sairst,

And change to and owl a maccaw.

Dam. Can a father pretend to be wise,

Sil.

[hag's.

Who a friend's good advice would despise?
Who, when danger is nigh,
Throws his spectacles by,

And blinks through a green girl's eyes?
You're an impudent pimp and a grub.
Dam. You are fool'd by a beggarly scrub;
Your betters you snub.

Sil. Who will lend me a club,

This insolent puppy to drub?

You're an impud nt pimp and a grub,
Dam. Your cajol'd by a beggarly scrub,
Sil.

Who will rot in a powdering tub,

Dam. Whom the prince of imposters I dub;
Sil. A guinea for a club,

Dam. You're bald pate you'i rub,

Sil.

This muckworm to drub.

Dam. When you find that your cub,
Sil. Rub off, sirrah, rub, sirrah, rub.
Dam. Is debauch'd by a whipp'd syllabub.

Enter MYSIS, attended by DAPHNE and NYSA. Mysis. Soh! you attend the trial-we shall drive Your vagabond

Sil. I smoke your foul contrivance.

[hence

Daph. Ah, Nys, our fate depends upon this issue. Nysa. Daph-for your sake my claim I here forego, And with your Pol much joy I wish you.

DAPHNE, NYSA, MYSIS, SILENO, and DAMZETAS.

Daph. Mother, sure you never

Will endeavour

To dissever

From my favour

So sweet a swain;

None so clever

E'er trod the plain.

Nysa. Father, hopes you gave her,

Don't deceive her,

Can you leave her

Sunk for ever

In pining care?

IIaste and save her

From Black despair.

Daph. Think of his modest grace,
His voice, shape, and face;

Nysa. Ilearts alarming,
Daph. Bosoms warming.
Nysa. Wrath disarming,

Daph. With his soft lay:
Nysa. He's so charming,

Ay, let him stay.

Both. He's so charming, &c.
Mysis. Sluts, are you lost to shame?
Sil. Wife, wife, be more tame.

Mysis. This is madness!

Sil. Sober sadness

Mysis. I with gladness,

Sil.

Could see him swing,

For his badness.

'Tis no such thing.

Dam. Must Pan resign to this fop his employ

ment?