I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound my book. I'll drown Act 5, Scene 1, line 54. Where the bee sucks, there suck I: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Act 5, Scene 1, line 88. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! With gold on lasting pillars. Act 5, Scene 1, line 181. Set it down Act 5, Scene 1, line 207. from the Fourth Act arranged for use in ། The characters should be costumed and the scene should close with a minuet or other quadrille, or a contra-dance. Soft music. Enter IRIS. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air;- the queen o' the sky, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Enter CERES. Ceres. Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen And some donation freely to estate Ceres. Highest queen of state, Great Juno, comes: I know her by her gait. Enter JUNO. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me Song. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing; Scarcity and want shall shun you ; JUNO and CERES whisper, and, calling IRIS to them, whis- land Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, Enter certain Nymphs. You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Enter Reapers and dance with the Nymphs. |