Dia. These are none of Venus' train;
No spark of this lascivious fire
Dwells in their bosoms, no desire,
But what doth fill Diana's breast,
In their modest thoughts do rest.
Venus, this new festival,
Shall be still Diana's ball;
A chaste meeting ever here :
Seek thy votaries other where.

Ven. You're chaste, indeed! do not we know,
You to your sweetheart nightly go,
Envying one is not kiss'd; no, you
On his face but let fall dew;
Some may wonder what doth ail
Your lips, but kisses made them pale;
Methinks the moon should blush!

Dia. I do,

Sometimes, but 'tis for such as you:
Then hide myself within a mist,

For shame to see thee clipp'd and kiss'd.

Ven. Draw, Cupid; shall thy mother be
Brand by a huntress? let me see—.
I want one shaft.

Cup. Mother, not so;

You may quickly break my bow :

Here Diana doth command,

My bow is frozen to my hand ;
Beside, the ladies' breasts are here
Such proofs against my shafts, I fear
Each arrow would, to our disgrace,

[a dance.

Break, or rebound in my own face;
Mother, fly hence, or you will be,
If you'll stay, made as chaste as she.
Ven. Can her magick charm them so?
Then 'tis time that Venus go,

To seek her own more choice delight.
Against my will, enjoy this night.

Dia. Cupid, if you mean to stay,
licentious shafts away;

Throw

your

Then you are Love, then be embrac❜d,
Love is welcome while he's chaste.
Now some other strain, to show

What pleasures to this night we owe.

Enter BARKER, like a Satyr, dancing.

Fres. My lord, my ladies, will you see a monster?

I have not met such another in all my travels.

Luc. What have we here, a satyr?

Bos. No, 'tis a dancing bear.

Lord R. What is the device?

Bar. Wonder that a satyr can

Put off wildness, and turn man;

Love such miracles can do:

But this owes itself to you,

Bright lady.

Ros. Keep the goblin from me, gentlemen.

Bar. You'll know me.

All. Barker.

Bar. No more the cynick; I protest,

You have converted me.

Ros. Your meaning, sir?

Bar. I am the man you did encourage, madam,
To learn to dance; I shall do better shortly;
Your love will perfect me, and make me soft
And smooth as any reveller.

Ros. Ha, ha, ha! my love! I am not mad to love a satyr, For that's thy best condition. Judge, men all,

How scurvily this civility shews in him!

'Faith! rail, and keep your humour still, it shews excel

lent;

Does he not become the beast?

The lords allow you pension.

All. Ha, ha, ha!

Bar. You are a witch; I'll justify it, and there is not
One honest thought among the whole sex of you:
D'ye laugh, loose witted ladies? there are not
In hell such furies, that's a comfort yet

To him that shall go thither; he shall have

Less torment after death than he finds here.

Lord R. Why, Barker?

Bar. Your wit has got the squirt too; I'll traduce

Your ball for this, and if there be a poet,

That dares write mischief, look to be worse

Than executed.

[exit.

Lord R. He will come to himself again, when he hath

purg'd.

Freshwater!

[takes him aside.

Enter SIR MARMADUKE and SIR AMBROSE. Mar. Madam, your servants beg this favour from

you.

Ros. What is't?

Mar. That, since your resolutions will admit No change of hearts, you will not publish how We have been jeer'd.

Ros. Not jeer'd, but you came on so desperate. Hon. We love our own, when we preserve Gentlemen's honour.

Col. Then let's toss the ball.

Lord R. Signior Freshwater.

Fres. Mercy and silence, as you are honorable!
Lord R. May it concern these gentlemen ?

Fres. Why, if I must-gentlemen, you imagine I have

been

At Venice, but I staid at Gravesend

All this summer, expecting a wind, and finding it
So uncertain, will defer the voyage till the spring;

I am not the first whom the winds and seas have cross'd.
Mar. Then you have cross'd no sea?

Fres. If you please, I'll require

But my principal; and, for your good company,
I'll stay at home for good, and all to be merry.
Lord R. Nay, nay, you shall go your voyage:
We would not have you lose the benefit

Of travel: when you come home, you may summon
Your debtors by a drum, and, shewing your bag
Of certificates-

Bos. Receive your money when you can get it, and be Knighted.

Fres. I thank you, gentlemen; I am in a way, now; I have sold my land, and put out my money,

To live; I see my heart will not dance to night.
I may to Gravesend in the morning,

I can be but pickl'd in salt water, and I'll
Venture one drowning to be reveng'd.

Again, again; set, set.

Luc. What think you of all this?

[a dance.

Col. To my wishes, an innocent and generous recreation. Lord R. Ladies and gentlemen, now a banquet waits you; Be pleas'd to accept, 'twill give you breath, and then, Renew our revels, and to the ball again.

[exeunt.

THE END.