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fine cloyshs now, and liveries, like tine own men ant be!
Don. But te rugs make t'em shrug a little.
Der. Tey have shit a great phoyle i' te cold, ant be. Don. Isht not pity te cloysh be drown'd now? Pat. Pre tee shee another daunsh, and be not veary.
Here they were interrupted by a civil Gentleman of the nation, who brought in a Bard.
Gent. He may be of your rudeness. Hold your tongues,
And let your coarser manners seek some place,
Advance, immortal Bard, come up and view
This is that James of which long since thou sung'st,
And in her all the fruits of blessings plant.
Sing then some charm, made from his present looks, That may assure thy former prophecies,
And firm the hopes of these obedient spirits, Whose love no less than duty hath call'd forth Their willing powers: who if they had much more, Would do their all, and think they could not move Enough to honour that, which he doth love.
Here the Bard sings to two harps.
Bow both your heads at once, and hearts;
You'll feel yourselves chang'd by and by.
And come forth new-born creatures all.
During this Song, the Masquers let fall their mantles, and discover their masquing apparel.
After the dance the Bard sings this
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains,
Wherein rude winter bound her veins;
And colour'd coats the roughest meads,
MERCURY VINDICATED.] From the folio, 1616. This is a very ingenious and pleasant little piece, but the author gives neither the date nor the occasion on which it was written. If he paid any attention to time in the arrangement of his Masques, the present must have been produced subsequently to the comedy of the Alchemist.
Loud music. After which the Scene is discovered; being a Laboratory or Alchemist's work-house: VULCAN looking to the registers, while a Cyclope, tending the fire, to the cornets began to sing.
OFT, subtile fire, thou soul of art,
On weaker nature, that through age is
Take but thy time, now she is old,
And the sun her friend grown cold,
She will no more in strife with thee be named.
Look, but how few confess her now,
In cheek or brow!
From every head, almost, how she is frighted!
That it learns to speak and go,
The Song ended, MERCURY appeared, thrusting out his head, and afterwards his body, at the tunnel of the middle furnace: which VULCAN espying, cried out to the Cyclops.
Vul. Stay, see! our Mercury is coming forth; art and all the elements assist! Call forth our philoHe will evaporate.
sophers. He will be gone.