Enter GREEN-HOOD.

Fitz. Then Green-hood. Acci. He's in Kendal-green, As in the Forest-colour seen.

Enter BLUE-HOOD.

Fitz. Next Blue-hood is, and in that hue Doth vaunt a heart as pure and true As is the sky; give him his due.

Acci. Of old England the yeoman blue.

Enter TAWNY-HOOD. Fitz. Then Tawny fra' the kirk that came. Acci. And cleped was the abbot's man.

Enter MOTLEY-HOOD.

Fitz. With Motley-hood, the man of law. Enter RUSSET-HOOD.

Acci, And Russet-hood keeps all in awe. Bold bachelors they are, and large, And come in at the country charge; Horse, bridles, saddles, stirrups, girts, All reckoned o' the county skirts! And all their courses, miss or hit, Intended are for the shire-wit, And so to be received. Their game Is country sport, and hath a name From the place that bears the cost, Else all the fat i' the fire were lost. Go, Captain Stub, lead on, and show What house you come on by the blow You give Sir Quintain, and the cuff You scape o' the sand-bag's counterbuff.1 [Flourish.

STUB'S COURSE,

Go, Captain Stub, lead on, and show What house you come on by the blow You give Sir Quintain, and the cuff You scape o' th' sand-bag's counterbuff.] The diversion here mentioned is thus described by Dr. Kennet: "They set up a post perpendicularly in the ground, and then placed a slender piece of timber on the top of it on a spindle, with a board nailed to it on one end and a bag of sand on the other. Against this board they rode with spears. Dr. Plot writes, that he saw it at Deddington in Oxfordshire, where only strong staves were used: which violently bringing about the bag of sand, if they made not good

GREEN-HOOD'S COURSE.

Acci. Well run, Green-hood, got between, Under the sand-bag he was seen, Lowting low, like a forester green. Fitz. He knows his tackle and his treen. [Flourish.

BLUE-HOOD'S COURSE.

Acci. Give the old England yeoman his
due,

He's hit Sir Quintain just in the qu→
Though that be black, yet he is blue,
It is a brave patch and a new! [Flourish.
TAWNY-HOOD'S COURSE.

Fitz. Well run, Tawny, the abbot's churl,
His jade gave him a jerk,

As he would have his rider hurl

His hood after the kirk,

But he was wiser and well beheft,
For this is all that he hath left. [Flourish.
MOTLEY-HOOD'S COURSE.

Fitz. Or the saddle turned round, or the girts brake

For low on the ground, woe for his sake!
The law is found.

Acci. Had his pair of tongues not so much
good,

To keep his head in his motley hood, [Safe from the ground ?2] [Flourish.

RUSSET-HOOD'S COURSE.

Fitz. Russet ran fast, though he be

thrown.

Acci. He lost no stirrup, for he had none. Fitz. His horse it is the herald's weft. Acci. No, 'tis a mare, and hath a cleft. Fitz. She is country-borrowed, and no vail, Acci. But's hood is forfeit to Fitz-Ale. Here ACCIDENCE did break them off by calling them to the dance, and to the bride, who was drest like an old Maylady, with scarfs, and a great wrought handkerchief, with red and blue, and other habiliments: six maids attending

speed away, it struck them on the neck and shoulders, and sometimes perhaps knocked them off their horses."-Paroch. Antiq. WHAL

[Safe from the ground.] A line is lost in this place, and I have merely put in brackets what I conceive the sense of it to have been. [Is there any necessity for inserting a line here ?-F. C.]

And hath a cleft.] This passage is quoted by Mr. Todd to illustrate the meaning of clefts, a term in farriery for a disease of the pas terns." This is very innocently done; nevertheless I would advise the substitution of another example, for the present is unluckily not to the purpose.

on her, attired with buckram bride-laces begilt, white sleeves, and stamel petticoats, drest after the cleanliest country guise; among whom Mistress ALPHABET, Master ACCIDENCE's daughter, did bear a prime sway.

The two bride-squires, the cake-bearer and the bowl-bearer, were in two yellow leather doublets and russet hose, like two twin clowns prest out for that office, with livery hats and ribands.

Acci. Come to the bride; another fit
Yet show, sirs, of your country wit,
But of your best. Let all the steel
Of back and brains fall to the heel;
And all the quicksilver in the mine
Run in the foot-veins, and refine
Your firk-hum-jerk-hum to a dance,
Shall fetch the fiddles out of France,
To wonder at the horn-pipes here,
Of Nottingham and Darbyshire.

Fitz. With the phant'sies of hey-troll,
Troll about the bridal bowl,
And divide the broad bride-cake,
Round about the bride's-stake.

Acci. With, Here is to the fruit of Pem, Fitz. Grafted upon Stub his stem, Acci. With the Peakish nicety, Fitz. And old Sherewood's vicety. The last of which words were set to a tune, and sung to the bagpipe, and measure of their dance; the clowns and company of spectators drinking and eating the

while.

SONG.

Let's sing about, and say, Hey troll, Troll to me the bridal bowl, And divide the broad bride-cake, Round about the bride's-stake. With, Here is to the fruit of Pem, Grafted upon Stub his stem, With the Peakish nicety, And old Sherewood's vicety. But well danced Pem upon record, Above thy yeoman or May-lord. Here it was thought necessary they should be broken off by the coming in of a GENTLEMAN, an officer or servant of the LordLieutenant's, whose face had put on, with his clothes, an equal authority for

the business.

Gent. Give end unto your rudeness: know at length

Whose time and patience you have urged, the KING'S

Whom if you knew, and truly, as you ought,

-Our King is going now to a great work,
Of highest love, affection, and example,
To see his native country and his cradle,
And find those manners there which he
sucked in

With nurse's milk and parent's piety.
O sister Scotland! what hast thou deserved
Of joyful England, giving us this King!
What union (if thou lik'st) hast thou not
made,

In knitting for Great Britain such a garland,

And letting him to wear it? Such a king As men would wish that knew not how to