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SCENE 1s t.
Enter Jasius, Ericthonius, and Ilus, with the Queens colours in their caps, Musitians piping, and Ganimede with footless Glasses (from the right.)Jas.
Well, another such feast as this would be as destructive to the
creatures allmost as the Deluge.
Ilu.
O more, for there the fish had a protection; but here was a
strong flood of wine, wherein both flesh and fish went universally to
wrack.
Eric.
I hope this will please our farmers, who are well nigh starved
for lack of a Famine; but now they may be thankfull for whistling out
their goods, though at ye rate of regraters.
Jas.
Yet it had more promoted a dearth if the Queen had sacrificed
too.
Ilu.
Since she did not, let us carouse their health kneeling, till
our bloods on fire, and call that a sacrifice.
Jas.
And break our glasses instead of a libation.
Ilu.
And burn our hated formalitys for an offering; we can ne're
take this health too bare.
Eric.
And make the Trojans Catch officiate for a Hymn.
[Trojans throw off their caps, Perrukes, Doublets, and breeches; Musitians playing, and sing the Catch; Trojans repeat the last stanza.
Catch.
While ourselves we enjoy;
Where e're we reside,
We can make a new Troy.
Our minds compass all;
Thus man's the great world, and
The Globes but the small.
And while waters glide
Round about the dull
Earth, let wine be our Tide.
[Gan. gives each of them a brimmer; who take up their caps, and kneeling dip the Queens colours in their glasses, then draw the colours over their lips, and lay down their caps.
Jas.
Methinks the Queens colours thus devoutly kissed, should
make us thirst to serve under 'em.
Eric.
Such service could not wast our blood faster, than this of
the grape would recruit it.
Ilu.
Each bottle of claret would double our manhood, and be as
serviceable to the Queen as a new Red coat.
Jas.
Then, Volly of Bumpers to her Majesty!
[Mus. play a Health, while Trojans make their glasses touch each other, then toss the wine off togather, and the glasses over their heads.
Enter Laranda in Jewells (from the right.)
Lar.
O brave Topers! have your lame glasses brought you off
yr legs, and now, at it on yr stumps? most pure devotion! You see
nothing's of heavyer carriage than wine, which makes you cripples
without lameness.
[Troj. stand up.
Jas.
Why a loyal health is a sure test of Allegiance, and civiler
too than swearing. Sobriety against conscience is worse than drink
against stomack.
There needs no glass windows to the heart, these Glasses
will bring it into the mouth.
Lar.
But your Amazons are more lumpish than the Queens
Adversarys doubly crossed; who missed their devout gluttony, when
they would have eaten a Thanksgiving for being defeated.
Eric.
Do those Scorpions move this way?
Lar.
Yes, and perhaps to sting you in the midst of your Frolicks.
Eric.
If they take us thus stripped, they will proceed to flay us
out right.
Jas.
I could ev'n leap out of my skin for joy of their sadness.
Eric.
Come let us go tun ourselves in the empty vessells.
Ilu.
Then who can say but the wine's in the cask still?
[Trojans gather up their cloaths, Gani. Bottles and glasses, and exeunt with Music (at the left); Lar. (at the right.)
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