THE ARRAIGNMENT OF PARIS. * Enter ATE, Prologus. CONDEMNED Soul, Ate, from lowest hell, Paris, th' unhappy organ of the Greeks.* Th' unpartial daughters of Necessity Bin aiders in her suit and so the twine [Exit cum aureo pomo. SCENA I. ACT I. Enter PAN, FAUNUS, and SILVANUS, with their Attend- Or Faunus made us tarry all too long, Pan. And I have brought a twagger for the nones, § A bunting lamb; nay, pray you feel no bones: Believe me now my cunning much I miss, If ever Pan felt fatter lamb than this. Sil. Sirs, you may boast your flocks and herds that bin both fresh and fair, Yet hath Silvanus walks, i-wis, that stand in wholesome air; Faun. My fawn was nimble, Pan, and whipt And, lo, the honour of the woods, the gallant Pan. Peace, man, for shame! shalt have both lambs and dams and flocks and herds and all, And all my pipes to make the glee; we meet not now to brawl. Faun. There's no such matter, Pan; we are all friends assembled hither, (But that I am instructed well to know Faun. But tell me, wench, hast done't so trick* To bid Queen Juno and her feres* most humbly That heaven itself may wonder at the deed? welcome hither: Diana, mistress of our woods, her presence will not want; Her courtesy to all her friends, we wot, is nothing scant. Enter POMONA with her fruit. Pom. Yea, Pan, no farther yet, and had the start of me? Why, then, Pomona with her fruit comes time enough, I see. Flo. Not Iris, in her pride and bravery,† As done these fields, and groves, and sweetest Bestrew'd and deck'd with parti-colour'd flowers. Come on a while; with country store, like friends, Under the hawthorn and the poplar-tree, we venture forth: Think'st, Faunus, that these goddesses will take our gifts in worth? Faun. Yea, doubtless, for shall tell thee, dame, 'twere better give a thing, A sign of love, unto a mighty person or a king, Than to a rude and barbarous swain, but bad and basely born, Where sacred Phoebe may delight to be, For gently takes the gentleman that oft the clown May boldly think to be a welcome guest will scorn. Pan. Say'st truly, Faunus; I myself have To Mercury, may say to thee, to Phoebus, and to When to a country mops, forsooth, chave + offer'd On Ida hills, when to approve the thing, repay To thee that mak'st our fields and woods so gay? Flo. Silvanus, when it is thy hap to see My workmanship in portraying all the three, And pip'd and pray'd for little worth, and rang'd First stately Juno with her port and grace, about the grove. Her robes, her lawns, her crownet, and her mace, Would make thee muse this picture to behold, *trick] i. e. elegantly, neatly. + bravery] i. e. finery. water flowers] The 4to. "watery flowers.” § burgen] The same as burgeon or bourgeon, i. e. sprout, [ bud, blossom. "To Burgeon (sprout), Germino," Coles's Dict. Ida hills] Not a misprint for "Ida hill." Compare our author's Tale of Troy; "He lives a shepherd's lad on Ida hills, And breathes a man 'gainst Troy and Trojans wills," &c. orlips] "The description of the oxlip in this line shows that the poet used it for the crow-foot or paigle; the butter-cup of the fields. It is now applied to the larger cowslip." Rev. J. Mitford,—Gent. Mag. for Febr. 1833, p. 101. Pom. A rare device; and Flora well, perdy,** Did paint her yellow for her jealousy. Flo. Pallas in flowers of hue and colours red; Her plumes, her helm, her lance, her Gorgon's head, Her trailing tresses that hang flaring round, Pan. Good Flora, by my flock, 'twere very good To dight her all in red resembling blood. Flo. Fair Venus of sweet violets in blue, Her dainty fan, and twenty other things, Sil. A dainty draught to lay her down in blue, The colour commonly betokening true. Flo. This piece of work, compact with many a flower, And well laid in at entrance of the bower, Where Phoebe means to make this meeting royal, Have I prepar'd to welcome them withal. Pom. And are they yet dismounted, Flora, say, That we may wend to meet them on the way? Flo. That shall not need: they are at hand by this, And the conductor of the train hight+ Rhanis. And hath return'd her peacocks by her rainbow; + * perdy] i. e. par Dieu, verily, + hight] i. e. called. rainbow] Qy. "bow"? Pan. Pipe, Pan, for joy, and let thy shepherds sing; Shall never age forget this memorable thing. Is here arriv'd in fair assembly; And wandering up and down th' unbeaten ways, Ring through the wood sweet songs of Pallas' praise. Pom. Hark, Flora, Faunus! here is melody, A charmt of birds, and more than ordinary. [An artificial charm of birds heard within. Pan. The silly birds make mirth; then should we do them wrong, Pomona, if we nill‡ bestow an echo to their song. The Song. A quire within and without. Gods. O Ida, O Ida, O Ida, happy hill! This honour done to Ida may it continue still! Muses. [within.] Ye country gods that in this Bring down your gifts of welcome,¶ [Ida won,|| For honour done to Ida. Gods. Behold, in sign of joy we sing, And signs of joyful welcome bring, For honour done to Ida. Muses. [within.] The Muses give you melody to gratulate this chance, [all to dance. And Phoebe, chief of sylvan chace, commands you Gods. Then round in a circle our sportance |