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TO CYNTHIA;–THE MOON.
Queen of hunters, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid asleep,
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Bless us then with wished sight,
Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal shining quiver ;
Thou, that mak’st a day of night,
THE LOVE-MAKING OF LUXURY.
Volpone makes love to Celia.
See, behold, What thou art queen of; not in expectation, As I feed others, but possess'd and crown'd. See here, a rope of pearl; and each, more orient Than that the brave Ægyptian queen caroused : Dissolve and drink them. See, a carbuncle, May put out both the eyes of our St. Mark; A diamond would have bought Lollia Pauliner, When she came in like star-light, hid with jewels, That were the spoils of provinces ; take these And wear and lose them; yet remains an ear-ring
To purchase them again, and this whole state.
Cel. Good sir, these things might move a mind affected
'Tis the beggar's virtue :
Sir Epicure Mammon, expecting to obtain the Philosopher's Stone,
riots in the anticipation of enjoyment.
Enter MAMMON and SURLY.
Mam. Come on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore In Novo Orbe : here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden wines, Great Solomon's Ophir ! he was sailing to't Three years ; but we have reach'd it in ten months. This is the day, wherein to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, BE RICH. Where is my Subtle there! Within !
Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir ;
Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee, aloud, BE RICH. This day thou shalt have ingots ; and to-morrow Give lords the affront.—Is it, my Zephyrus, right?Thou’rt sure thou saw'st it blood ?
Face. Both blood and spirit, sir.
Mam. I will have all my beds blown up, not stuff'd: Down is too hard.-My mists I'll have of perfume, vapored 'bout the room To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits, To fall into: from whence we will come forth, And roll us dry in gossamer and roses, Is it arriv'd at ruby?--And my flatterers Shall be the pure and gravest of divines.And they shall fan me with ten estrich tails A-piece, made in a plume to gather wind. We will be brave, Puffe, now we have the med'cine My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate, set in gold, and studded With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies, The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels' heels, Boil'd in the spirit of sol, and dissolv'd pearl, Apicius' diet 'gainst the epilepsy: And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber,' Headed with diamond and carbuncle. My foot-boy shall eat pheasants, calver'd salmons, Knots, godwits, lampreys: I myself will have The beards of barbels serv'd, instead of salads ; Oil'd mushrooms; and the swelling, unctuous paps Of a fat pregnant sow, newly cut off, Drest with an exquisite and poignant sauce, For which I'll say unto my cook, “ There's gold ; Go forth, and be a knight." Face.
Sir, I'll go look A little, how it heightens.
[Exit FACE мат. .
Do. My shirts I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet, soft and light
As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment,
Sur. And do you think to have the stone with this ?
Sur Why, I have heard he must be homo frugi,
Mam. That makes it, Sir; he is so; BUT I BUY IT.
From the Pastoral Fragment, entitled “ The Sad Shepherd."
Know ye the witch's dell ?
Alken. Within a gloomy dimble she doth dwell,
John. I wonder such a story could be told
George. I thought a witch's banks Had inclosed nothing but the merry pranks Of some old woman.
Yes, her malice more.
George. Ay, this good learned man
Scar. He knows her shifts and haunts
Alken. And all her wiles and turns. The venom'd plants
A MEETING OF WITCHES
FOR THE PURPOSE OF DOING A MISCHIEF TO A JOYFUL HOUSE, AND BRIN 3
ING AN EVIL SPIRIT INTO BIRTH IN THE MIDST OF IT.
From the Masque of Queens.
Charm. The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a-mountain ;
And the frog peeps out of the fountain
The spindle is now a turning ;
But all the sky is a-burning.