For which by all the Gods I swear And all of them to witness call That dine and sup in Jove's fair Hall I deserve rather than this Doom A pension i' th' Prytoneum And if thou would'st but give me leisure In sadness I could take a pleasure For all I know thou much do'st glory In thy renowned Oratory Now with thee to dispute the case And argu't with thee face to face To bafflle in thy person here Thy mighty Master Jupiter Take then upon thee his defence With all thy mighty Eloquence And mak 't appear that he has reason To chain me here this bitter season In prospect of the Caspian-Ports To which the trading world resorts To all these crowds of men to be A Spectacle of misery Yea and what 's more of horror even To Scythians to whom is given By all that have been hither driven The name of bloodiest under Heaven Merc. Faith thy defence comes now too late But if thou hast a mind to prate Wee 'l give thee hearing and we may For we are here enjoyn'd to stay Until we see the Pigeon driver Come down to prey upon thy Liver In the mean time wee 'l shew our breeding In our attention to thy pleading Make use of time then and be quick In pouring out thy Rhetorick 'T will doubtless ravish For I hear Thou art a mighty Sophister Promet Nay to speak first it is thy part Because thou my Accuser art And in so doing take heed pray You don't your Masters cause betray Smug here shall stand by and be mute And be the Judge of our dispute Vulc. Who I be Judge against my Father Thy Peacher or thy Hangman rather For having my own Forge bereaven Of heat by stealing Fire from Heaven Promet Why then I 'le tell you what to do Your Accusation's split in two Thou of the Theft to speak hadst best And let him handle all the rest T'other offences leave to him And also it would ill beseem The God of Thieves in open Session To speak against his own profession Vulc. No no to meddle I am loth Mercury here shall speak for 's both He is a Clerk of better reading For my part I 've no skill in pleading He has been bred to 't I was ne're Cut out to be a Barrester My head too heavy was and logger Ever to make a Pettifogger I 'le ne're deny it I have more Art In clowting of a crasie Cart But he by bawling 't is well known Has gotten many a good half Crown And by that Trade has got his living For all thy talk as well as Thieving Merc. It would require a tedious time Piecemeal to handle ev'ry Crime Of which thou lowsy mangy filthy Abominable Knave art guilty Nor is 't enough in running fashion Barely to name each accusation But since my Gentleman confesses Nay glories in his wickednesses My task by that so much the less is And it great folly were to babble A great long tedious Ribble-Rabble Of Crimes would load a Councel-Table And go about with grave Sentences To prove a Bead-roll of Offences Of which without being so strict He is by his own mouth convict And therefore I shall say but this That undeniably it is The greatest injury can be To Jupiter's great Clemency So often to relapse into Crimes Sir for which you full well knew The Gallows were long since your due And in defiance still of Heaven To sin as often as forgiven Promet A great Case in few words laid open Learnedly has your Worship spoken Good Master Serjeant y'have undone The Lawyers ev'ry Mother's Son 'T is pity but you had held on It was so pithy an Oration But now how wise your Accusation Is in the Substance would be known And that Sir we shall see anon But since you think y 'ave said enough Without one syllable of proof I 'le enter into my defence To answer your great Eloquence And first and formost here I all The Gods in Heav'n to witness call It pities me to th' heart to see That the great Jupiter should be So out of humor and so grum As to pronounce this heavy Doom Not only on a man but even A God who has a right in Heaven One of the merry'st of Boon-blades And one too of his old Camrades Nay one that some time much good do him Has been full serviceable to him And all this only for a Jeast I put upon him at a Feast But had I thought hee 'd been so lodden Of his bak't fry'd boild rost and sodden I should I am not such a Noddy Have jeasted with some other Body Thou know'st what liberty of jeasting Every one takes when they are feasting Where we throw Cushions Chairs and Stools And none but Children or meer fools Any thing ever do take ill Let a man do what e're he will But evermore the better sort Turn all to railery and sport But for one of the state he is To let such a poor thing as this Scarcely the shadow of a wrong Lye festering in his heart so long And to this damnable degree To wreak his Anger as you see In my poor judgment is a part So much below the generous heart Not only of a God to do And of all Gods the Soveraign too But even of a Gentleman A civil and a well-bred man For if such honest Liberties Such pastimes and such tricks as these Must banisht be from merry meetings I fain would know what at such sittings There will be left to do but fill One's Guts like bruits to munch and swill Which is unfit if I am able To judge of any civil Table I did not then I swear imagine He would have taken 't in such dudgin Or that hee 'd had so little wit As the next day to think of it Much less he would have been so canker'd So false a Brother of the Tankard As to have plagu'd me in this sort For what I only did in sport What if in play I made one Mess Than others something worse and less And offer'd 'um to his refusing Only to try his wit in choosing Was that so hainous an offence He must bear malice ever since And nourish such a damn'd malignity As if the uttermost indignity Both to his Person and his Crown I offer'd had that e're was known But come now at the worst let 's take it And mak 't as ill as ill can make it Suppose then more than tho' did'st at first Not only that his share was worst But that hee 'd had no part at all Must he for this make all this brawl And must he as th' old saying is For such a trivial toy as this A thing indeed not worth a feather Shuffle both Heav'n and Earth together And of one meal for the great losses Of nothing talk but Stocks and Crosses Wracks Gibbets and these new devices Of Vultures Rocks and Precipices Let him take heed when this is bruited That this proceeding been't imputed
to lay by The Ensigns of my Deity That 's pleasant counsel faith but yet I think I shall not follow it No sirrah I shall more prefer The Dignity of Jupiter Cupid Then thou must women let alone Jupit. No I shall wench still ten to one And yet for all thy haste not bate One inch or tittle of my state Howe're since thou so well hast prated My anger is for once abated And I forgive thee all old grutches Cupid I 'me glad I 'me got out of his clutches DIALOGUE Mercury and Jupiter Jupit. DOst thou know Iô Mercury Merc. Iô yes surely let me see Oh Inachus his pretty Daughter her Jup. The same thou know'st I long have sought And now at last that I have caught her Do'st think but Juno my curst Froe Has turn'd the Girl into a Cow Out of pure Jealousie to cheat me And of my pleasure to defeat me And has deliver'd her to keep T' a Monster that does never sleep But having eyes in every place Even in his arse as well as face A hundred spread all o're his parts Both where he speaks and where he farts Whilst some of them a nap do take Others are evermore awake So that unless I had a spell To Bull my Cow invisible I ne're can think to take him napping And from his sight there 's no escaping But thou I know a way canst tell To rid me of this Centinel Thou wit and courage hast enough Prethee now put them both to proof Go then to the Nemean Grove Where the soul Monster guards my love And for my sake take so much pains As fairly to knock out his brains When having batter'd his thick skull To Aegypt drive my lovely Mull Where they shall pay her Sacrifices Under th'adored name of Isis. There she shall sway the winds and waves And be the Queen of Galley-slaves Merc. I go and if I find him once With my Battoon I 'le bang his sconce So pretty well as shall suffice To put out all his hundred eyes DIALOGUE Jupiter and Ganimede Jup. COme kiss me pretty little stranger Now that we are got clear from dan And that to please my pretty Boy ger I 've laid my Beak and Talons by Ganim What are become of them I trow Thou had'st them on but even now Did'st thou not come where I did keep Thinking no harm my Fathers Sheep In Eagles shape and with a swoop Like a small Chicken truss me up And art thou now turn'd Man this change Is very wonderfully strange Sure thou art one of those same folk-as I 've heard 'um call a Hocus-pocus Jupit. No my sweet Boy thou tell'st a flam Nor Eagle I nor Jugler am But Soveraign of the Gods who have Transform'd my self my pretty Knave Into these Man and Eagles shapes To snap my little Jack-anapes Ganim Sure thou art our God Pan and yet Thou hast no horns nor cloven feet Nor yet a Pipe that I do see The marks of that great Deity Jupit. Know'st thou no other Gods but he Ganim No but to him I know that we Ev'ry year Sacrifice a Goat Before the Entry of his Grot And as for thee although with trembling I tell thee plain without dissembling I judge thee for to be no better Than that bad thing some call a Setter Others a Spirit that doth lye In wait to catch up Infantry Who give them plums and fine tales tell 'um To steal them first and after sell ' um Jup. But heark thee Child did'st never hear Of a great God call'd Jupiter Did'st never see upon a high-day An Altar drest upon Mount Ida Where folks come crowding far and near To offer to the Thunderer Ganim What art thou he that makes the rattle I' th' air which frights both Men and Cattle Sowers all the Milk and doth so clatter Both above ground and under water That men not dare to shew their heads Nor Eeles lye quiet in their beds If thou be that same Jupiter To thee my Father every Year Does Sacrifice a Tup a good one Then speak in truth and conscience would one Be so ungrateful a Curmudgel To steal away his Age's Cudgel Besides what have I done I pray Should make thee Spirit me away Who knows but now whil'st I 'me in Heaven My flock being left at Six and Seaven The Wolf 's amongst them breaking 's fast Nay perhaps worry'ng up the last Jupit. Why let the Wolf e'en play the Glutton 'T is but a little rotten mutton Fie what a whimp'ring do'st thou keep For a few mangy lowsie Sheep Thou must forget such things my Lad Why thou art now immortal made Fellow t'th ' Gods and therefore now Must think no more of things below Ganim What then I warrant Jupiter Thou dost intend to keep me here And wilt not deign to make a stoop To set me where thou took'st me up Jupit. I think I shall not my small friend For if I do I loose my end And all that I by that should gain Would be my labour for my pain Ganim I but my Sire will angry be So angry when he misses me That he will soundly firk my dock For thus abandoning his flock Jupit. For that my pretty Boy ne're fear For thou shalt alwayes tarry here Ganim Nay but I wonnot so I wonnot Nor you shan't keep me no you shannot Spite of your Nose and will-ye will-ye I will go home again that will I But if thou would'st so far befriend me As set me down where thou did'st find me I 'le sacrifice I do not mock To thee the fairest Tup i' th' flock Jupit. Thou' rt simple and a Child indeed To think that I such Offâ—…rings need Tup mutton's t' me the worst of meat And thou too must such things forget Thou' rt now in Heav'n fit to do Thy Father Good and Country too Nor need'st thou now his anger fear His arm 's too short to reach thee here Nor shalt thou henceforth dread the Rod Thou no more Boy art but a God Far better fare thou shalt find here Than that same sower-sawc't whipping Chear Far better here thou shalt be fed Than with hard crusts of dry brown-bread Sowre milk salt butter and hard cheese No thou shalt feed instead of these Or your slip-slap of Curds and Whey On Nectar and Ambrosia And if thou 'lt do as thou should'st do Shalt see thy Constellation too Shine brighter and in higher place Than all the rest the Sky that grace Ganim I but when I 've a mind to play What play fellows are here I pray For every day excepting Friday I 'de play-fellows ding-dong on Ida. Jupit. Why Cupid shall attend thy call To play at Cat at Trap or Ball Dust-point Span-counter Skittle-pins And thou no more shall play for pins But have a care the little Guts Will be too hard for thee at Butts Thou 'st have thy belly full of sport I give thee here my promise for 't And brave sport too but then I trow Thou must forget the
And let not those who lose look sowre Stomack th'award nor bear a grudge To him whom I have made your Judge For there is but one Golden Ball Which can't be given to you all Nor yet can several Beauties strike The young mans liking all alike And therefore he must giv 't to one Or keep 't himself and give it none Merc. Come now y 'ave heard your charge I pray Let us be jogging Ladies gay And set forth towards Phrygia I 'le lead the best and nearest way That you may neither stop nor stay For such wild Cattle often stray And for the bus'ness of the Ball Never concern your selves at all I know this Paris well enough And of his dealing have had proof He is a very honest Younker A bonny Lad and a greaâ—… Puncker As out on 's sight did ever thrust his I warrant you he 'l do you justice Venus The Character thou giv'st the Youth Does even ravish me in truth I 've heard none such this many a day But is he marry'd prethee say Merc. He was a Batchellor last Friday But he a Sweet-heart has on Ida If I mistake not but she is Some course some home-spun Rustick piece That only now and then attends him To draw the humor out offends him A necessary piece of wealth To keep his body in good health With whom he playes to help digestion But what makes thee to ask that question Venus I know not how it came to pass Of something else I thinking was Pallas You nimble Monsieur Merc'ry there Captain Conductor do you hear You ill discharge your trust I trow To hold discourse and whisper so With Madam Venus on the way Is that in your Commission pray Merc. Why if to pass the time we chat What can you Madam make of that 'T was no such secret never fear it That we talk't of but you may hear it She only ask't if Paris were A marry'd man or Batcheller Pallas And good-now what is that to her Merc. Nay what know I my Lady sine She sayes it was without design Pallas And is he marry'd Merc. I think not For why should he be such a Sot As to go tye himself to one When all he speaks to are his own Pallas What! is the fellow a meer Bumkin A down right Clod or has he something Of honor and ambition in him For thou it seems hast often seen him Merc. Why faith the Fellow being young Of active limbs and pretty strong And being Son unto a King I think he would give any thing Nay on my Conscience half his Cattle To signalize himself in Battle And would be glad'mongst armed Bands To shew how tall he is on 's hands Alwayes provided in the case The Roysters would not spoil his face Venus Why look you now I can connive at Your two discoursing thus in private Who though you have much longer chatted Yet you see I 'me not angry at it I 'me of another kind of nature And no such froward snappish Creature Merc. Nor is there cause here I assure ye To put your Ladiship in fury For all she ask't me was no more But just the same you did before And I return'd in answer too The same to her I did to you But yet this little snapping Fray Has help't well onward on our way Help't us well onward only said I Why we 're past all the Stars already And over Phrygia now are come And so fair Ladies welcome home And see sweet Charges I have spy'd The famous Mount yâ—…leped Ide And now I come a little nigher I think I see your Apple-squire Juno Where abouts is he prethee shew For hang me if I see him now Merc. A little on your lest hand Madam Driving his Flocks I think to shade ' um O' th' side of the high Mountain yonder You there may see your Costard-monger His flock lies open to your view And yonder is his Cabbin too Juno Where is this Youngster with a Pox I see no Cabbins nor no Flocks Merc. A better pair of eyes Jove send ye I doubt your Boon-grace does offend ye Your Maid'nhead hangs not in your light Jove is too good a Carpet Knight I ne're saw th' like in all my dayes Why he 's as plain as Nose on face Guide your eye by my finger here Do you not see some Flocks appear Comming from out yon Rocks pray speak And one with Sheep-hook on his neck Sending his Curr to fetch 'um in They 'r plain enough sure to be seen Juno Oh now I see 'm is that the Youth Merc. That Madam's even he in truth But now that we are got so near I think it good discretion were That ere we further go we here Do make our stop and light for fear Lest whilst on us he least is studdying Flutt'ring about his ears o' th' sudden We should perhaps affright him so That the poor Shepheard should not know Nor what to think nor what to do And he who to determine is Of such a Tickle-point as this Had need to have his wits about him Juno Which if he have I nothing doubt him So now w' are down and now I pray Let gooddy Venus lead the way For doubtless she of all the rest Most reason has to know it best As having oft to feed her vices Been here to seek her friend Anchises Venus Well Governess of Heav'ns Commander It is well known thy tongue 's no slander Slander to her who slander broaches I scorn both thee and thy reproaches Merc. Fy Ladies fy is this your breeding To squabble now you come to pleading But I shall this dispute decide I my own self will be your guide For I remember well when Jove Unto young Ganimede made love I often on this Hill did light To see the little Favourite To bring him Plums and Mackaroons Which welcome are to such small Grooms And when he carry'd him away I flew about 'um all the way To hold him up and we must be Neer to the place for now I see Or I mistake the very Rock Where he sate piping to his flock When Jupiter in shape of Eagle Came the young stripling to inveigle And seizing him like any Sparrow With his beak holding his Tiara To make him sure as swift as Hobby He bare him into Heavens Lobby Whilst the poor Boy half dead with fear Writh'd back to view his Spiriter And then it was that he let fall The Flute he piping was withal When I who will no gain let go by Seeing my time catch't up the Hoboy But here is your Commissioner Of Oyer and of Terminer Let 's civilly salute him pray And give his Lordship time o' th' day Good day thou top of Shepheards Fame Paris To thee fair Son I wish the same What Ladies are these pretty faces Thou lead'st into these desert places They are too fine and tender sure These scratching Brambles to endure Merc. Ladies thou Paris moov'st my laughter They 'r Deities ev'ry Mothers
thy Inn I 'me certain that the lovely Queen Will forthwith make her Hen-peck't Spouse Send to invite thee to his House Which is as fair as fair can be And for the rest leave that to me Paris Why I will try my luck in Goddle But it wont sink into my noddle That such an admirable piece The very flower and pride of Greece And a great Queen as that you mean Should be so impudent a Quean To leave her Country and her Honey To whom she 's join'd in Matrimony And run away with such a one As I a stranger and unknown Venus Why I confess it something odd is But there 's the power of a Goddess And that 's a truck that I defie Best on'um all to do but I. Now I two Sons have you must know Which these miraculous feats can do Of which the one by Art is able To make a party amiable And th' other has the power to move Who sees that loveliness to love In order then to this design I mean to place these Brats of mine Who are t' effect this enterprize One of them Paris in thine eyes And th' other I 'le convey by art Into fair Helen's tender heart Which being order'd by my troth The Devil must be in you both If what remains do want fulfilling When both of you are made so willing But yet on surer grounds to go For One can't be too sure you know I 'le give thee two strings to thy Bow And thou shalt have with thee the Graces Three very pretty little Lasses Who can do much in such like Cases In thy adventure to attend thee Whose Services will much befriend thee For they to grace thee not despising Shall daily wait upon thy rising And never Asian Cavaliers Could boast they had such Chambrieres Where dressing thee each day the whiles One tricks thy face in winning smiles With greater power to accost her Th' others in such a swimming posture Thy arms and hands thy leggs and feet In such a graceful mean shall set As shall if Nell have any sence So tickle her Concupiscence That she will run the whole world over With such a rare accomplish't Lover Par. These are fine promises indeed And though Jove knows how I shall speed Yet I 'me so ravisht with this geere That I already burn to see'r And you have Madam set m'ambition So hot upon this Expedition That'ere a man can say what 's this Methinks I 'me travelling to Greece Am come to Sparta safe as may be Have seen attacqut and won the Lady Who having with her Jewels lin'd me And being lightly whipt behind me None to our Journey being privy Am posting her to Troy Tantivy All which does in my mind so run That I am mad it is not done Venus Soft do not spur too fast your dapple Till first y 'ave given me the Apple There lies my Service's rewarding That I must have or else no bargain Then give it me I preethee doe Come come thou knowst it is my due I else shall either fret and fume or So musty be and out of humour That the event is to be doubted I' st ne're go cheerfully about it And then be sure no good can come For one must never go Hum-drum About so nice a work as this is But it is mettle carries Misses And therefore without more protraction Give me this little satisfaction And Paris when thou com'st to bedding Oh how I 'le trip it at thy wedding Paris Nay you 'r a Jigger we all know But if you should deceive me now Venus Who I deceive thee never fear me But if thou art distrustful swear me Paris No that security's too common Besides Oaths never bind a woman But Madam if you can afford Once more to promise on your word That I shall have this bonny Nelly More of my mind I then shall tell ye Venus Why then know all men by these presents That spite of Princes Courtiers Peasants And all both man and woman kind I here my self most firmly bind To give thee Helen pride of Greece To be thine own Lyndabrides That I will pay down Sparta's Spouse In the now very dwelling House Of Signior Priam King of Troy And then Sir Paris give you joy Nay I do bind my self beside To be in person mine thy Guide And will since thy Wit won't suffice Carry on the whole enterprize Paris You my request are gone beyond I Madam did demand no Bond. And will you bring your Cupids too My lovely Dame along with you Venus Pish never doubt it man I 'le do 't Desire and Hymen too to boot Paris Then call the others in that went hence That I may now proceed to Sentence Fair Goddesses I pray draw near Jupiter has imploy'd me here In such a very nice affair So much indeed against the hair That had his Majesty thought fit To have exempted me from it I would have given or I 'me a Knave A score of the best Ews I have But since he 's pleas'd to have it so I must perforce obey you know Yet ere I do pronounce the Sentence Let me upon this small acquaintance Entreat the losers to be civil And at my hands not take it evil If I Like one above the rest I cannot help it I protest Here is a Golden Apple here Which must be thought such price to bear Through cunning o' th' malicious Donor That none forsooth must be the owner But she who is the fairest fair When from my heart I vow and swear And without fraud or flattery There is not one of all you three For whom a Bushel's not too few Had but your Beauties half their due Which Beauties gentle Madams I Consider'd have impartially And find them all so excellent That truly I could be content Were it consistent with my duty To give to each the prize of Beauty But I am ty'd when all is done T'award it only unto one Now Venus being in those parts Which have the greatest pow'r o're hearts The most exactly shap't of all I judge to her the Golden Ball. Juno Learnedly spoke I had not car'd If Pallas here had been prefer'd But to bestow it on that Trapes It mads me Pallas Hang him Jack an-apes DIALOGUE Mars and Mercury Mars HAst heard o'th'loud Rhodomontade That t'other day Jupiter made Which was that if we on this fashion Daily provok't his indignation He would if anger'd once again From Heav'n to Earth let down a Chain With which he up to him would hale Mankind the Elements and all With such a mighty strength that though We all had hold of it below And pull'd to stay 't we could not doo 't But he would pull us up to boot Now I must needs confess no one Of all us Deities alone Is able near unless he list To grapple with his Mutton-fist And he will lose whoever vies With him at any Exercise But to imagine that all we So brave a jolly Company Joyn'd altogether should not be
commend her And a good gale of wind Jove send her In the mean time I needs must tell you Priapus is a beastly fellow For no one being by but us Calling at 's house at Lampsacus After we 'd eaten well and much And quaff't it smartly upsy-Dutch It being pretty coldish weather He needs would have us lye together And so we did when in the Night When least I swear I dream't of it Betwixt some twelve and one a Clock He tilts his Tantrum at my Nock Till with extremity of pain He plainly made me roar again Apollo A very edifying story And what did you whil'st he did bore ye Bac. What should I do but make the best on 't I only laught and made a jeast on 't Ap. Some would perhaps have kept a puther But thou I think could'st do no other But put on patience and lye still Alass he did it in good will And it had been ill nature in thee When he good meat and drink had g'in thee For to grudge him who fed thee gratis So small a courtesie as that is Besides he great temptations had For thou' rt a pretty smock-fac't Lad. Bacchus But yet o' th' two my friend Apollo Thou art by much the prettier fellow And therefore if he once make suit t' ee To lye in 's house faith look about ye Apol. Well! well but he were best take heed How he attaques my Maiden-head His mighty Trap-stick cannot scare-us For we have good Yew-bow and Arrows As well as a white Wig to tempt him And if he draw he will repent him Besides I 'me so set round with light And am withal so quick of sight That much I do not need to fear To be surprized in my Rear DIALOGUE Mercury and his Mother Maya Merc. BEstow your counsel on some other 'T is labor lost on me good Mother For e're I 'le lead the life I do And be this Drudge I tell you true And so I 'le tell old Father Lasher I am resolv'd I 'le e'en turn Thrasher S'fish I 'me a slave a pack-horse made Would I 'de been Prentice to a Trade Or bred up with some honest Farmer Who would have clad me perhaps warmer Though not so fine and giv'n me rest And not have work't me like a Beast A God Quotha No Deity Was ever sure so us'd as I But e're this life I 'le longer lead I 'le stroll for Lower or begg my bread And run nay fly let who will hear me Far as my leggs or wings will bear me Maya Nay prethee Son govern thy passion And do not talk of this wild fashion Merc. Why should I not speak out forsooth So long as I speak nought but truth Tut tut I scorn to mince the matter I was not bred to lye and flatter And being abus'd thus I must speak And ease my heart or it will break I speak no Treason Have I not Very good reason to find fault When Jupiter does force on me More work more toyl and drudgery Which Mother cannot be deny'd Than upon all the Gods beside First I by spring of day must come To wash and rub the dining Room Which does not alwayes smell of Amber Next I must clean the Councel Chamber And dust the Wooll-packs after that I must go dress the Rooms of State Brush Cushions Chairs and foot-Cloaths too Which takes up no small time to do Nay all this yet will not suffice But I must sweep the Galleries Though others are more fit to do 't The Lobby's and back Stairs to boot Then having swept my face of fat Powder'd and put on clean Cravat I must i' th' Anti-chamber wait Jupiter's rising to receive Such orders as he is pleas'd to give Which ever num'rous are no doubt And then must carry them about Work that requires a supple Hamm. Then Steward I o' th' Houshold am Yes and Cup-bearer too at least As often as he makes a Feast And had that office ev'ry day Till Ganimede came into play But all this work is nothing yet And I could well away with it But that with which I 'me most opprest Is that at night when all 's releast And every one goes to his rest No one but me employ he can To convoy a great Caravan Of pale-fac't dead folks unto Hell Company that i' th' Night might well The stoutest God in Heav'n daunt Where also before Rhadamant I must indite and prosecute 'um Which e're by Law we can confute 'um Repeating every little Crime Does take up such a world of time The day is ready for to peep in And then what time have I to sleep in And yet all this this Jupiter Whom I have serv'd so many year Wherein h 'as had good service on me The conscience has to impose upon me As not enough employ'd I were In being Serjeant Orator Cup-bearer Wrestler and what not But I must on these errands trot To be deprived of the rest Mortals allow to every Beast Castor and Pollux each one knows By turns are suffer'd to repose But I am toss't like Tennis-ball And am allow'd no rest at all But am dispatch't both Morn and Even From Heav'n to Earth from Earth to Heaven Whilst Bacchus here and Hercules Who are no Sons of Goddesses As I am but more meanly born Of wretched Mortals and forlorn At great Jove's board in feast and play Merrily pass the time away I need had of a Horse to ride on For I 'me but just now come from Sidon Where I have with Europa bin But I am sent away again To Argos with another How-d'ee To Danae a wretched Dowdy When I am almost spent I vow t' ee Nay more than that I must they say Make too Boeotia in my way To visit there Antiopa But flatly I 've refus'd to do it For Mother I 'le not melt my Suet For no good words that can be given Nor ne're a Jupiter in Heaven And though 't is true he keeps me brave On 's service I such comfort have I sometimes would be sold a slave And run the risque of all disaster Fall what fall can to change my Master Maya Come prethee moderate thy passion These are but words of indignation I 'le have no talk of parting neither What! what you must obey your Father And never think he does you wrong You must take pains too whil'st y' are young And do whate're he bids you do And fear not you 'l have Sons enow When you are old to work for you I prethee then no longer stand But go and execute's command I know he 's cholerick if thwarted And to be apt to be transported Love too is such an odd disease That Lovers are most hard to please Will alwayes have their own fond wayes And are impatient of Delayes DIALOGUE Jupiter and Sol J. WHy thou unlucky sensless fool Thou Dunce thou Loggerhead thou Owl Th' ast made fine work here hast thou not To go and trust thy Chariot With a young giddy hair-brain'd Sot Who unto