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A TASTORAL CO MEDT.
ACT IH. SCENE I.
PROLOGUE.
Now turn your eyes beyond yon ssreading lytng,
Andt ent a man whaje beard feetns bleech'd with time j
An elw-and sills his hand, his habit me an,
Nae doubt ye'll think he has a pedler been
But -cvhilsht it is the knight in majquerade,
That comes hid in this cloud to fee his lad.
Observe how pleased the loyal stss'rer moves
Throw his attldav'nevss, anes delight'su' groves.
Sir WILLIAM Jolus.
THE Gentleman, thus hid in low disguise,
I'll for a/pace, unknown, delight-mine eyes
With a sull view of ev'ry fertile plain,
Which once 1 lost,——which now are mine again.
Yet, 'midst my^joys, some prospecl^ pain renew,
Whilst 1 my once fair seat in ruins view.
Yonder, afrme! it desolatcly stands,
Without a roof, the gates rain from their bands ;
The casements all broke dow n, no chimney letfe
The naked walls of tap'stry ali bereft.
My stables and pavilions, broken walls!
That with each rainy blast decaying falls.
My gardens once adorn'd the most compleat
With all that nature, all that art makes sweet:
Where round-the figur'd green and peeble walks,
The dewy ssow'rs hung nodding on their stalks:
Bat overgrown with nettlej, dosksand brier.
No Jaccacinths or Eglantines appear.
How fail'd and broke's the rising ample shade.
Where Peach and Ncsi'rmeivees their branches spred.
Basking in rays, and early did produce
Fruit fair toview, delightsul in the nsej^
All round in gaps, the walls in ruin lie,
And from what stands the wither'd branches siv.
These soon shal'rbe repair'd ■—and now my joy
Bjtbids allgrietj—when I'm to see my B O Y,
B ? Mj
i
ACT IH. SCENE I.
PROLOGUE.
Now turn your eyes beyond yon ssreading lytng,
Andt ent a man whaje beard feetns bleech'd with time j
An elw-and sills his hand, his habit me an,
Nae doubt ye'll think he has a pedler been
But -cvhilsht it is the knight in majquerade,
That comes hid in this cloud to fee his lad.
Observe how pleased the loyal stss'rer moves
Throw his attldav'nevss, anes delight'su' groves.
Sir WILLIAM Jolus.
THE Gentleman, thus hid in low disguise,
I'll for a/pace, unknown, delight-mine eyes
With a sull view of ev'ry fertile plain,
Which once 1 lost,——which now are mine again.
Yet, 'midst my^joys, some prospecl^ pain renew,
Whilst 1 my once fair seat in ruins view.
Yonder, afrme! it desolatcly stands,
Without a roof, the gates rain from their bands ;
The casements all broke dow n, no chimney letfe
The naked walls of tap'stry ali bereft.
My stables and pavilions, broken walls!
That with each rainy blast decaying falls.
My gardens once adorn'd the most compleat
With all that nature, all that art makes sweet:
Where round-the figur'd green and peeble walks,
The dewy ssow'rs hung nodding on their stalks:
Bat overgrown with nettlej, dosksand brier.
No Jaccacinths or Eglantines appear.
How fail'd and broke's the rising ample shade.
Where Peach and Ncsi'rmeivees their branches spred.
Basking in rays, and early did produce
Fruit fair toview, delightsul in the nsej^
All round in gaps, the walls in ruin lie,
And from what stands the wither'd branches siv.
These soon shal'rbe repair'd ■—and now my joy
Bjtbids allgrietj—when I'm to see my B O Y,
B ? Mj
i