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VULCAN'S SONG.

Y shag-hair Cyclops, come, let's ply
Our Lemnian hammers lustily.

By my wife's sparrows,

I swear these arrows

Shall singing fly

Through many a wanton's eye.

These headed are with golden blisses,
These silver ones feathered with kisses;
But this of lead

Strikes a clown dead,

When in a dance

He falls in a trance,

To see his black-brow lass not buss him,
And then whines out for death t' untruss him.
So, so our work being done, let's play :
Holiday, boys! cry holiday!

From JOHN LYLY's Endymion, 1591.

PAGES AND THE WATCH.

Watch. ST

TAND! who goes there?

We charge you appear

'Fore our constable here,

In the name of the Man in the Moon.

To us billmen relate,

Why you stagger so late,

And how you come drunk so soon.

What are ye, scabs?

Pages.

Watch.

The watch:

This the constable.

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Constable. Knock 'em down unless they all stand;

Pages.

If any run away,

'Tis the old watchman's play,

To reach him a bill of his hand.

O gentlemen, hold,

Your gowns freeze with cold,

And your rotten teeth dance in your head.

Wine nothing shall cost ye;

Nor huge fires to roast ye;

Then soberly let us be led.

Constable. Come, my brown bills, we'll roar,
Bounce loud at tavern door.

Omnes.

And i' th' morning steal all to bed.

FAIRY REVELS.

Omnes. PINCH him, pinch him, black and blue,

1 Fairy.

2 Fairy.

3 Fairy.

Saucy mortals must not view

What the queen of stars is doing,

Nor pry into our fairy wooing.

Pinch him blue

And pinch him black

Let him not lack

Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red,
Till sleep has rocked his addlehead.
4 Fairy. For the trespass he hath done,
Spots o'er all his flesh shall run.
Kiss Endymion, kiss his eyes,
Then to our midnight heidegyes.1

1 Rustic dances.

From JOHN LYLY'S Galathea,

1592.

CUPID ARRAIGNED.

YES, O yes! if any maid

Whom leering Cupid has betrayed
To frowns of spite, to eyes of scorn,
And would in madness now see torn
The boy in pieces, let her come
Hither, and lay on him her doom.

O yes, O yes! has any lost

A heart which many a sigh hath cost?
Is any cozened of a tear

Which as a pearl disdain does wear?
Here stands the thief; let her but come
Hither, and lay on him her doom.

Is any one undone by fire,

And turned to ashes through desire?
Did ever any lady weep,

Being cheated of her golden sleep

Stolen by sick thoughts?-the pirate's found,

And in her tears he shall be drowned.

Read his indictment, let him hear

What he's to trust to. Boy, give ear!

MY

From JOHN LYLY's Midas, 1592.

DAPHNE.

Y Daphne's hair is twisted gold,
Bright stars a-piece her eyes do hold,
My Daphne's brow enthrones the graces,
My Daphne's beauty stains all faces;
'On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry,
On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ;
Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt,
And then no heavenlier warmth is felt;
My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres,
My Daphne's music charms all ears;
Fond am I thus to sing her praise,
These glories now are turned to bays.

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