Thy bread be frowns, thy drink be gall, Thy sleep fond dreams, thy dreams long care. The Pages and the Constables. Watch. STAND! who goes there? 'Fore our constable here, In the name of the man in the moon. To us billmen* relate, Why you stagger so late, And how you came drunk so soon. Pages. What are ye, scabs? Watch. The watch: This the constable. Pages. A patch. Const. Knock 'em down unless they all stand; If any run away, 'Tis the old watchman's play, To reach them a bill of his hand. Pages. O gentlemen, hold, Your gowns freeze with cold, And your rotten teeth dance in Then soberly let us be led. your head. Const. Come, my brown bills, we'll roar, Omnes. And in the morning steal all to bed. * The watchmen were so called from the pole they carried with a blade at the top of it, resembling a bill or halbert. Davenant (1636) uses the term in his play of the Wits. SONG OF THE FAIRIES. Omnes. PINCH him, pinch him, black and blue, I Fairy. 2 Fairy. 3 Fairy. Saucy mortals must not view What the queen of stars is doing, And pinch him black— Let him not lack Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red, YES, O yes, if any maid Whom leering Cupid has betrayed O yes, O yes, has any lost A heart which many a sigh hath cost? If any cozened of a tear Which as a pearl disdain does wear? Here stands the thief; let her but come Hither, and lay on him her doom. Is any one undone by fire, And turned to ashes by desire? Being cheated of her golden sleep *Sports, dances, pastimes. Stolen by sick thoughts?-the pirate's found, MY APOLLO'S SONG OF DAPHNE. Y Daphne's hair is twisted gold, Bright stars a-piece her eyes do hold, My Daphne's brow enthrones the graces, My Daphne's beauty stains all faces, On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry, But Daphne's lip a sweeter berry; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt, And then no heavenlier warmth is felt; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres, My Daphne's music charms all ears; Fond am I thus to sing her praise, These glories now are turned to bays. PAN'S SONG OF SYRINX. PAN'S Syrinx was a girl indeed, Though now she's turned into a reed; SONG TO APOLLO. CING to Apollo, god of day, Whose golden beams with morning play, And make her eyes so brightly shine, Aurora's face is called divine. Sing to Phoebus and that throne To Physic and to Poesy's king. Crown all his altars with bright fire, A Daphnean coronet for his head, To the glittering Delian king. MOTHER BOMBIE. 1598. BACCHANALIAN SONG. O Bacchus! To thy table Thou callest every drunken rabble; Then seal us for thy jolly skinkers.* O juice divine! How dost thou the nowle† refine. * Tapster, drawer. From skink, to draw liquor, to drink. †The noddle, or head-used here to imply the brain. O the dear blood of grapes CUPID. CUPID! monarch over kings, Wherefore hast thou feet and wings? Is it to show how swift thou art, When thou woundest a tender heart? It is all one in Venus' wanton school, Have far more knowledge To read a woman over, Nay, 'tis confessed, That fools please women best. GEORGE PEELE. 155- 159-. His name [GEORGE PEELE was a native of Devonshire. appears in the Matriculation Book of Oxford as a member of Broadgates Hall (now Pembroke College) in 1564, and Mr. Dyce, assuming him to have been at least twelve or thirteen when he was entered, places his birth about 1552 or 1553. While he was at the University, Wood tells us that he was |