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That, when he is spun, e'er did,
Rheese. Aull this's the back's; now let us tell ye,
As cid, and goat, and great goat's mother,
Will feed you six or seven,
As taull man as ever swagger,
rvan. But aull this while was never think
With a goodly leek, or onion,
To give as sweet a rellis
As e'er did harper Ellis.
How. And yet, is nothing now all this,
Both harps and pipes too, and the crowd
Of which is no doubt yow have hear tell,
Rheese. Au, but what say you should it shance too,
3 And rumbling rocks in s'eere Glamorgan.] In Barry island, are said to be subterranean noises like the blowing of a smith's bellows, or the strokes of hammers, supposed to proceed from the repercussion of the sea waters in the clefts of the rocks: and these the author here alludes to. WHAL.
There is a noble passage on this subject in the Fairie Queen. In the true spirit of romantic poetry, Spenser attributes the din to the agency of Merlin and the Lady of the Lake.
"And if thou ever happen that same way
From the swift Barry, tombling downe apace,
But dare thou not, I charge, in any cace,
To enter into that same balefull bowre,
For feare the cruell Feends should thee unwares devowre.
But standing high aloft, low lay thine eare,
And there such ghastly noyse of yron chaines,
That we should leap it in a dance too,
your old Britton, things to be writ on. Cho. Come put on other looks now,
And lay away your hooks now;
Jen. Speak it your conscience now; did
your ursip ever see such a song in your days? 'is not as finely a tunes as a man would wiss to put in his ears? Ev. Come, his madesty s'all hear better to your dance.
Here a Dance of Men.
Ev. Haw! well danced, very well danced! Fen. Well plaid, Howell; well plaid, Rheese! Da wharry! vellhee! well danced, i̇' faith!
Ev. Good boys, good boys! pold and Prittan, pold and Prittan.
Jen. Is not better this now than pigmies? this is men, this is no monsters, and you mark him: well, caull forth you goats now, your ursip s'all see a properly natural devise come from the Welse mountains is no tuns, nor no bottils: stand by there, s'ow his ursip the hills; was dronkenry in his eyes, that make that devise in my mind. But now marg, marg, your ursip, I pray yow now, and yow s'all see natures and propriedies; the very beasts of Wales s'all do more than your men pyt in bottils and barrils, there was a tale of a tub, i' faith. [Music.] Is the goat herd and his dog, and his son, and his wife make musiques
to the goats as they come from the hills; give 'em rooms, give 'em rooms, now they cym! the elderly goats is indifferently grave at first, because of his beard, and only tread it the measures; byt yow will see him put off his gravities by and by well enough, and frisk it as fine as e'er a kid on 'em aull. The Welse goat is an excellent dancer by birth, that is written of him, and of as wisely carriage, and comely behaviours a beast (for his footing especially) as some one or two man, got bless him.
Ev. A haull, a haull, come a haull! Aw vellhee.
Here the Dance of Goats.
I Wo. Nay, and your madestee bid the Welse goats welcome; the Welse wen'ces s'all sing your praises, and dance your healths too.
I Wom. Au, God bless it our good king S'ames,
His wife and his sildren, and aull his reams, 2 Wom. And aull his ursipful s'istice of peace about
I Wom. And send that his court be never without him. 2 Wom. Ow, that her would come down into Wales, I Wom. Her s'ud be very welcome to Welse Ales. 2 Wom. I have a cow,
And I have a hen;
2 Wom. S'all give it milk,
And eggs for aull his men.
Both. It self s'all have venison and other seere,
And may it be starved, that steal him his deer,
Jen. Cym, dance now, let us hear your dance, dance. Ev. Ha! well plaid Ales.
How. For the honour of Wales.
Here the Men and Women dance together.
Jen. Digon! enough, enough, digon.'-Well now all the absurdities is removed and clear'd; the rest, and please your grace, s'all tarry still, and go on as it was; Virtue and Pleasure was well enough, indifferently well enough: only we will intreat Pleasure to cym out of Driffimdore, that is the Golden Valley, or Gelthleedore, that is the Golden Grove, and is in Care Marden, the Welse Garden. Is a thousand place in Wales as finely places as the Esperides every crum of him; Merlin was born there too, put we would not make him rise now and wake him, because we have his prophecies already of your madestee's name to as good purpose, as if he were here in presence, Pod hy geller, Evan?
Ev. You will still pyt your selve to these plunses, you mean his madestee's anagrams of Charles James Stuart.
Jen. Ay, that is Claimes Arthur's Seate, which is as much as to say, your madestee s'ud be the first king of Gread Prittan, and sit in Cadier Arthur, which is Arthur's Chair, as by Got's blessing you
Digon!] i. e. enough! The words below should be Dyffryn oyr, and Gelhy oyr.
5 We would not make him rise now, because we have his prophecies already, &c.] This alludes to the speech of the Lady of the Lake, in Prince Henry's Barriers (p. 150):
"And that a monarch equal good and great,
Wise, temperate, just, and stout, CLAIMES ARTHUR'S SEAT." The last three words of which form, as Evan observes, and as graver heads than his had observed long before him, the celebrated anagram, CHARLES JAMES STUART, and prove, to the satisfaction of all the world, that this good monarch was the person at whose high destinies Merlin pointed, and in whom the prediction was fulfilled. Pod hy geller is, Let us do as well as we can.