Pat. From a fool, and serious toys; As the cuckoo is in June, From the candlesticks of Lothbury, Meant for mirth, but is not it; Only time and ears outwearing, Cho. Bless the Sovereign and his HEARING. Pat. From a strolling tinker's sheet, Or a pair of carrier's feet : From a lady that doth breathe Worse above than underneath; From the diet and the knowledge Of the students in Bears-college; From tobacco with the type Of the devil's glyster-pipe; Or a stink all stinks excelling, From a fishmonger's stale dwelling; Cho. Bless the Sovereign and his SMELLING, Pat. From an oyster and fried fish, A sow's baby in a dish; From any portion of a swine, From bad venison, and worse wine; Ling, what cook soe'er it boil, Though with mustard sauced and oil, Or what else would keep man fasting, Cho. Bless the Sovereign and his TASTING. Pat. Both from birdlime, and from pitch, From a doxey and her itch; From the bristles of a hog, In the bed at e'en or morn; Or from any gout's least grutching, Cho. Bless the Sovereign and his TOUCHING. Pat. Bless him too from all offences, In his sports, as in his senses; From a boy to cross his way, From a fall, or a foul day. Bless him, O bless him, heaven, and lend him long To be the sacred burden of all song; The acts and years of all our kings to outgo; And while he's mortal, we not think him so. After which, ascending up, the JACKMAN sings. SONG FIRST. Jack. The sports are done, yet do not let If things opposed must mixt appear, And speak a hymn to him Where all your duties do of right belong, Captain. Glory of ours, and grace of all the earth; And only virtue got above your blood. SONG SECOND. Jack. Virtue, his kingly virtue, which did merit 4 Gipsy. How right he doth confess him in his face, His brow, his eye, and every mark of state; T As if he were the issue of each Grace, And bore about him both his fame and fate. SONG THIRD. Jack. Look, look, is he not fair, As summer sky or purgéd air, And looks as lilies do That were this morning blown. 4 Gip. O more! that more of him were known. 3 Gip. Look how the winds upon the waves grown tame, Take up land sounds upon their purple wings: And catching each from other, bear the same To every angle of their sacred springs. If his great virtue be in love with fame, For that contemned, both are neglected things. SONG FOURTH, Jack. Good princes soar above their fame, Come greater forth Than in their name. Such, such the father is Whom every title strives to kiss ; Who on his royal grounds unto himself doth raise 4 Gip. Indeed he is not lord alone of all the State, But of the love of men, and of the empire's fate, The Muses' arts, the schools, commerce, our honours, laws, And virtues hang on him, as on their working cause. 2 Gip. His handmaid Justice is. 3 Gip. Wisdom, his wife. 4 Gip. His mistress, Mercy. 5 Gip. Temperance, his life. 2 Gip. His pages Bounty and Grace, which many prove. 3 Gip. His guards are Magnanimity and Love. 4 Gip. His ushers, Counsel, Truth, and Piety. 5 Gip. And all that follows him, Felicity. SONG FIFTH. Jack. O that we understood Our good! There's happiness indeed in blood, And store, But how much more When virtue's flood In the same stream doth hit! As that grows high with years, so happiness with it! Capt. Love, love his fortune then, and virtues known, But makes the happiness our own; Since where the prince for goodness is renowned THE EPILOGUE AT WINDSOR. At Burleigh, Bever, and now last at Windsor, To see a gipsy, as an Ethiop, white, Know, that what dyed our faces, was an ointment By a mere barber, and no magic else, THE MASQUE OF AUGURS, WITH THE SEVERAL ANTIMASQUES, Presented on Twelfth Night, 1622. SCENE -The Court Buttery-hatch. Enter NOTCH and SLUG. Notch. Come, now my head's in, I'll even venture the whole : I have seen the lions ere now, and he that hath seen them may see the king. Slug. I think he may; but have a care you go not too nigh, neighbour Notch, lest you chance to have a tally made on your pate, and be clawed with a cudgel; there is as much danger going too near the king as the lions. Enter Groom of the Revels. Groom. Whither, whither now, gamesters? what is the business, the affair? stop, I beseech you. Notch. This must be an officer or nothing, he is so pert and brief in his demands: a pretty man! and a pretty man is a little o' this side nothing; howsoever we must not be daunted now. I am sure I am a greater man than he out of the court, and I have lost nothing of my size since I came to it. Groom. Hey-da! what's this? a hogshead of beer broke out of the king's buttery, or some Dutch hulk! whither are you bound? the wind is against you, you must back; do you know where you are? Notch. Yes, sir, if we be not mistaken, we are at the court; |