Dad. Come on, come on! and where you go,
So interweave the curious knot,

As ev'n the observer scarce may know
Which lines are Pleasure's, and which not.

First figure out the doubtful way,

At which a while all youth should stay,
Where she and Virtue did contend,
Which should have Hercules to friend.

Then as all actions of mankind
Are but a labyrinth or maze :
So let your dances be entwined,
Yet not perplex men unto gaze;
But measured, and so numerous too,
As men may read each act they do ;
And when they see the graces meet,
Admire the wisdom of your feet.

For dancing is an exercise,

Not only shows the mover's wit,
But maketh the beholder wise,
As he hath power to rise to it.

Mer. An eye of looking back were well,
Or any murmur that would tell
Your thoughts, how you were sent,
And went

To walk with Pleasure, not to dwell.

These, these are hours by Virtue spared,
Herself, she being her own reward;
But she will have you know,
That though

Her sports be soft, her life is hard.

You must return unto the Hill,

And there advance

With labor, and inhabit still

That height and crown,

From whence you ever may look down

Upon triumphed chance.

She, she it is in darkness shines,

"Tis she that still herself refines,

By her own light to every eye;

More seen, more known, when Vice stands by:
And though a stranger here on earth,

In heaven she hath her right of birth.

There, there is Virtue's seat:

Strive to keep her your own;

'Tis only she can make you great, Though place here make you known.

After which, they danced their last DANCE, and returned into the scene, which closed, and was a mountain again, as before.

AND SO IT ENDED.

This pleased the king so well, as he would see it again when it was presented with these additions----

The SCENE standing, as before, a Mountain; but now the name changed from Atlas to Craig-Eriri. Enter GRIFFITH, JENKIN, and EVAN, a Welsh Attorney.

Grif. Cossin, I know what belongs to this place symwhat petter than you; and therefore give me leave to be pold to advise you. 'Is not a small matter to offer yourself into presence of a king, and all his court? Be not too byssie and forward, till you be caull'd; I tauke reason to you.

Jen. Cym, never tauke any taukes; if the king of Gread Prittaine keep it assizes here, I will cym into court; loog yow, do you see now, and please Got.

Grif. Taw, d yn ynbhyd, y, dhwyti-n abli anabhy, pob peth oth folineb, ag y tyny gwatwar ar dy wlac. Jen. Gad vyn lonyth. I say, I will appear in

court.

Ev. Appear as yow s'ud do then, Dab Jenkin, in good sort; do not discredit the nation, and pyt wrong upon us aull by your rassness.

Jen. What do yow caull rassness, Evan y Gynrn? is not aull the cyntrie, and aull Welse, and the prince of Wales too, abused in him? By this hand, I will tell it the king's own ears every 'oord, do you see him now? Bless your ursip, pray got is in heaven bless every ince of your ursip; and Wales is commend it to your ursip, from top to toe, with aull his hearts aull over, by got utch me, and would be glad as a silling to see yow in him. Come it down once a day, and try; I tell yow now, yow s'all be as welcomely there as where you were in your own cyntries last two symmers, and pershance we'll made yow as good s'eere too: we'll promise yowr ursip as good a piece of seeze, as yow need pyt in your head, and pleas' yow s'all be toasted too. Go to, see him once upon a time your own sellive, is more good mean yow, than is aware of: by got' is very hard, but s'all make yow a shestice of peace the first days you come; and pershance (say nothing) knight o' the s'ire too: 'is not Worsters, nor Pembrokes, no Montgymeries, s'all carry him from yow. But aull this while s'all I tell you a liddell now? 'Is a great huge deal of anger upon yow, from all Wales and the nation, that your ursip would suffer our young master Sarles, your ursip's son and heir, and prince of Wales, the first time he ever play dance, to be pit up in a mountain (got knows where) by a palterly poet, how do you say him, Evan?

Ev. Libia.

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skin, as yow see every days o' the week. A very sufficient litigious fellows in the terms, and a finely poets out o' the terms; he has a sprig of lawrel already towards his girlonds. He was get in here a Twelfe-night and see aull; what do you call it, your matters, and says is naught, naught, stark naught.

Ev. I do say, an't please his madestee, I do not like him with all his heart; he is plug'd in by the ears, without aull piddies or mercies of propriedies or decorums. I will do injuries to no man before his madestee; but 'is a very vile and absurd as a man would wiss, that I do say, to pyt the prince of Wales in an outlandis mountain; when he is known, his highness has as goodly mountains, and as tawll a hills of his own, (look yow, do yow see now) and of as good standing, and as good discent as the proudest Adlas christned.

Jen. Ay, good Evan, I pray you reckon his madestee some of the Welse hills, the mountains. Ev. Why there is Talgarth.

Jen. Well sayd.

Ev. Eliennieth.

Jen. Well sayd, Evan.
Ev. Caider Arthur.

Jen. Toudge him, toudge him.
Ev. Pen-maen-maur.
Jen. Is good boys, Evan.
Ev. And Craig-Eriri.

Jen. Aw, Vellhy! Why law you now, 'is not Pen-maen-maur and Craig-Eriri as good sound as Adlas ever whit of him?

Ev. 'Is caull'd the British Aulpes, Craig-Eriri, a very sufficient hills.

Jen. By got, we will play with him hills for hills, for sixteen and forty s'illings when he dares.

Ev. I pray you let it alone your wachers a liddle while, cossin Davy ap Jenkin, and give it leave I may give his madestee aid the court informations toudging now the reformations.

Jen. Why, cannot yow and I take too, cossin? the haull (God bless it) is big inough to hold both our taukes, and we were twice as much as we are.

Ev. Why tauke it all then, if you think is reason in you.

Jen. No; I know is no reason, Evan, I confess him; but every man would show himselve a good subject as he can to his means; I am a subject by my place, and two heads is better than one I imagine under correction.

Ev. Adlas.

Jen. Hynno, hynno, Adlas? Ay, please your ursip, 'is a Welse atturney, and a preddilie schollers, a wear him his long coat, lined with scepes

gine? here is no penyrths of corrections. Grif. Awgdwin Tawson.

Eo. 'Is so invincibles, so inmercifullys ignorant, a man knows not upon what inces of ground to stand to him; does conceive it no

more as I am a true Welse Christian, than (sirreverence o' the company) the hilts of his dagger. Jen. Go to, I will make the hilts conceive a knock upon your pate, and pershance a bump too, if you tauke.

Ev. How! upon my pate?

Jen. Yes, upon your pate, your poetly pate, and your law pate too.

Grif. Tawson, Tawson! For' got yow will go near to hazard a thumb, and a fowre finger of your best hand, if you knock him here; you may knock him better s'eape at Ludlow a great deal: do you know the place where it is?

Ev. Well, I can be patient, I trust, I trust, it is in a presence, I presume, that loves no quarrels nor replies, nor the lies, nor the shallenge, nor the duels: but- -I will do my byssiness now, and make this a byssiness for another days hereafter pleas' your madestee By got I am out of my tempers terribly well, got forgive me, and pyt me in my selve again. How does your highness - I know not a 'oord or a syllable what I say; 'is do me that vexations.

Grif. O Evan, for the honor of Wales! Ev. I remember him now, 'tis enough: blessings upon me, is out o' my head again; lost, quite lost: this knock o' my pate has knock aull my wits out o' my brains, I think, and turn my reasons out of doors. Believe it, I will rub, and break your s'ins for this, I will not come so high as your head, but I will take your nose in my way, very sufficiently.

Jen. Hang your sufficiency.

would have it aull Welse, that is the short and the long of the requests. The prince of Wales we know is all over Welse.

Jen. And then my lord marquis.

Ev. Both my lord marquis is as good, noble, true Briton, as any ever is come out of Wales. Jen. My lord Montgymery is as sound Welse too as flese and blood can make him.

How. And the Howards by got, is Welse as strait as any arrow.

Ev. Houghton is a town bear his name there by Pipidiauke.

How. And Erwyn, his name is Wyn; but the Dutsmen come here in Wales, and caull him Heer-win.

Rheese. Then Car is plain Welse, Caerleon, Caermardin, Cardiffe.

Jen. And Palmer, his ancestors was call him Penmaure.

Rheese. And Acmooty, is Ap-mouth-wye of Llanmouthwye.

Jen. And Abercromy, is aull one as Abermarlys.

Ev. Or Abertau.

How. Or Aberdugled haw. Rheese. Or Abeshondhy. Jen. Or Abergeveny.

How. Or Aberconway.

Ev. Aberconway is very like Abercromy, a liddle hard s'ift has pyt 'em aull into Wales; but our desires and petitions is, that the musiques be all Welse, and the dances, and no 'Ercules brought in now with a great staff, and a pudding upon

Rheese. Who is angry?

Eo. Why it is I is angry, and hungry too, if you mark me; I could eat his Flintseer face now offer to knock my pate in the hearing of all these, and more too! well, before his madestee I do yet forgive him now with all my heart, and will be revenged another time.

How. Why that is good Evan, honest, brave Evan.

Rheese. Ha' yow told the king's madestce of the alterations?

Ev. I am now once again about him; peace: please your madestee, the Welse nation hearing that the prince of Wales was to come into the hills again, afore your madestee, have a desire of his highness, for the honor of Wales, to make him a Welse hills, which is done without any manner of sharshese to your madestee, only shanging his name: he is caull now Craig-Eriri, a mountain in Carnarvanseere: has as grey beard, and as much snow upon his head aull the year long

Jen. As Adlas for his guts.

Ev. He tells your madestee true, for aull he is a liddle out of season: but cym every man tell as much as he can now; my quality is, I hope, sufficiently known to his madestee, that I am Reotor Chori is all my ambitions, and that I

Jen. Aw! was his distaff, was not his club. Ev. What need of 'Ercules, when Cadwallader

Jen. Or Lluellin, or Rheese ap Gryffyth, or Cradock, or Owen Glendower, with a Welse hook and a goat-skin on his back, had done very better, and twice as well?

Ev. Nay, and to pyt apparel on a pottle of hay, and call him Lantæus.

Grif. The belly-gods too, was as proper a monster as the best of 'em.

Ev. I stand to it, there was neither poetries nor architectures, nor designs in that belly-god: nor a note of musics about him. Come, bring forth our musics, yow s'all hear the true Pritan strains now, the ancient Welse harp tauke of their Pigmees too, here is a Pigmees of Wales now: set forth another Pigmees by him!

-yow

Enter two Women, followed by the Musicians. 1 Wo. Aw diesus! what a bravely company is here! This is a finely haull indeed.

2 Wo. What a deal of fine candle it is! Jen. Ay, peace; let his madestee hear the music.

2 Wo. Ble mae yr Brenin? Jen. Docko ve.

1 Wo. Diesus bless him! saint Davy bless him! I bring my boy o' my back ten mile here to loog upon him: loog Hullin, loog Hullin! Stewch hummaven nayd Dumma braveris: you s'all hear him play too.

Ev. Peace, no more pradling; begin set him down. [Music.

FIRST SONG.

Fear. I' is not come here to tauk of Brut,

From whence the Welse does take his root;
Nor tell long pedigree of Prince Camber,
Whose linage would fill aull this chamber;
Nor sing the deeds of old Saint Davy,
Th' ursip of which would fill a navy.
But hark yow me now, for a liddel tales

S'all make a gread deal to the credit of Wales;

Cho. In which we'll toudge your ears,

With the praise of her thirteen s'eeres,
And make yow as glad and merry

As fourteen pot of Perry.

Still, still, we'll toudge your ears,
With the praise, &c.

SECOND SONG.

Hos Tis true, was wear him sherkin freize,
But what is that? we have store of seize,
And Got is plenty of goats milk
That sell him well, will buy him silk
Enough to make him fine to quarrel
At Hereford sizes in new apparel;

And get him as much green velvet perhap,
S'all give it a face to his Monmouth cap.
Cho. But then the ore of Lempster,

By got is never a sempster,
That, when he is spun, e'er did,
Yet match him with hir thrid.
Still, still, &c.

THIRD SONG.

Fihcese. Aull this's the back's; now let us tell ye,
Of some provisions for the belly:

As cid, and goat, and great goat's mother,
And runt, and cow, and good cow's uther:
And once but taste o' the Welse mutton,
Your Englis seep's not worth a button.

And then for your fiss, s'all shoose it your diss.
Look but about, and there is a trout,

Cho. A salmon, cor, or chevin,

Will feed you six or seven,
As taull man as ever swagger,
With Welse hook, or long dagger.
Still, still, &c.

FOURTH SONG.

Evan But aull this while was never think
A word in praise of our Welse drink,
Yet for all that is a cup of Bragat,
All England s'eere may cast his cab-at.
And what you say to ale of Webley,
Toudge him as well, you'll praise him trebly,
As well as Metheglin, or sider, or meath,
S'all s'ake it your dagger quite out o' the seath.

Cho. And oat-cake of Guarthenion,

With a goodly leek, or onion,
To give as sweet a rellis

As e'er did harper Ellis.
Still, still, &c.

FIFTH SONG.

How. And yet, is nothing now all this,
If of our musiques we do miss;
Both harps and pipes too, and the crowd
Must aull come in and tauke alowd,
As loud as Bangu, Davie's bell,

Of which is no doubt yow have hear tell,
As well as our lowder Wrexham organ,
And rumbling rocks in seere Glamorgan;
Cho. Where look but in the ground there,
And you s'all see a sound there,
That put him altogedder,
Is sweet as measure pedder.
Still, still, &c.

SIXTH SONG.

theese. Au, but what say yow should it shance too,
That we should leap it in a dance too,
And make it you as great a pleasure,
If but your eyes be now at leisure;
As in your ears shall leave a laughter,

To last upon you six days after?
Ha! well-a-go to, let us try to do

As your old Britton, things to be writ on

Ev. Haw! well danced, very well danced! Jen. Well plaid, Howell; well plaid, Rheese : Da wharry! vellhee! well danced, i' 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 behaviors 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.

1 Wo. Nay, and your madestee bid the Welse goats welcome; the Welse wen'ces s'all sing your praises, and dance your healths too.

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 olessing you do: and then your son, master Sharles his, how do you cauli him? is Charles Stuarts, Calls tru hearts, that is us, he calls us, the Welse nation, to be ever at your service, and love you, and honor you, which we pray you understand it his meaning. And that the musicians yonder are so many Brittis bards that sing o'pen the hills to let out the prince of Wales, and his Welse friends to you, and all is done.

Grif. Very homely done it is I am well assured, if not very rudely: but it is hoped your majesty will not interpret the honor, merits, love and affection of so noble a portion of your people, by the poverty of these who have so

imperfectly utter'd it: you will rather for their sakes, who are to come in the name of Wales, my lord the prince, and the others, pardon what is past, and remember the country has always been fruitful of loyal hearts to your majesty, a very garden and seed-plot of honest minds and men: what lights of learning hath Wales sent forth for your schools what industrious students of your laws? what able ministers of your justice? whence hath the crown in all times better servitors, more liberal of their lives and fortunes? where hath your court or council, for the present, more noble ornaments or better aids? I am glad to see it, and to speak it, and though the nation be said to be unconquered, and most loving liberty, yet it was never mutinous, and please your majesty, but stout, valiant, courteous, hospitable, temperate, ingenious, capable of all good arts, most lovingly constant, charitable, great antiquaries, religious preservers of their gentry and genealogy, as they are zealous and knowing in religion."

In a word, it is a nation bettered by prosperity so far, as to the present happiness it enjoys under your most sacred majesty, it wishes nothing to be added but to see it perpetual in you and your issue.

God of his great goodness grant it, and shew he is an arrant knave, and no true Briton, does not say Amen too with his heart.

PLEASURE RECONCILED TO VIRTUE FOLLOWED: AND 30 ENDED.