This speech of Halcius turn'd the tide, That all upon the fisher cried, That he would bear it out. Him for the speech he made to clap, Who lent him not a hand? And said 't would be the waters' hap This while Melanthus silent sits, And having heard these dainty wits, Each pleading for his right; To hear them honour'd in this wise, His patience doth provoke, When, "For a shepherd room", he cries, And for himself thus spoke: Melanthus. "Well fisher, you have done, and forester, for you Your tale is neatly told, s' are both's, to give you due. And now my turn comes next; then hear a shepherd speak. My watchfulness and care gives day scarce leave to break I force the lark to sing ere she be well awake. Then Ball my cut-tail'd cur and I begin to play, He o'er my sheep-hook leaps, now th' one, now th' other way, Then on his hinder feet he doth himself advance, I tune, and to my note my lively dog doth dance; Then whistle in my fist, my fellow swains to call, fall; At dust-point, or at quoits, else are we at it hard, All false and cheating games we shepherds are debarr'd. Surveying of my sheep, if ewe or wether look As though it were amiss, or with my cur or crook I take it, and when once I find what it doth ail, It hardly hath that hurt, but that my skill can heal. I sort them in my pens, and sorted so I keep: With green cheese, clouted cream, with flawns and custards stored, Whigs, cyder, and with whey, I domineer a lord. When sheering time is come I to the river drive My goodly well fleeced flocks, (by pleasure thus I thrive), turf, in which balls See A. B. Gomme, 1 nine-holes, a game, played on a board or the were rolled into nine holes, as in modern bagatelle. Traditional Games, s. v. It is not the same as the 'nine men's morris' of Midsummer Night's Dream. 2 dust-point, a game in which boys put their points in a heap and threw stones at them. It is sometimes identified in error with push-pin. See A. B. Gomme, Traditional Games, s.v. 3 cullings, inferior sheep. B whig, a drink made of whey. 4 flawns, a kind of custard. Which being wash'd at will, upon the sheering day, Then forester, and you my fisher, cease your strife, They had not cried the forester, And fisher up before, So much: but now the nymphs prefer The shepherd ten times more, And all the ging1 goes on his side, Till some in their discretion cast, In all that from them there had past None absolutely won; Their equal honour they should share; And their deserts to show, For each a garland they prepare, Which they on them bestow, Of all the choicest flowers that were Which purposely they gather, With which they crown them, parting there As they came first together. 1 ging, company. JOHN FLETCHER. (1579-1625.) LXXII. THE PRIEST'S EVENING SONG. All the extracts are taken from The Faithful Shepherdess, written about 1608-9, perhaps for performance by the Queen's Revels children. It was published (before 1610) as 'by John Fletcher', which is probably correct, although it is spoken of in Jonson's Conversations with Drummond, as by Fletcher and Beaumont. This is Act ii. Scene 2. A Priest of Pan speaks. SHEPHERDS all, and maidens fair, And let your dogs lie loose without, Or the crafty thievish fox Of our great god. Sweetest slumbers, Thus I end my evening's knell. LXXIII. THE PRIEST'S MORNING SONG. From Act v. Scene I. Priest of Pan. SHEPHERDS, rise, and shake off sleep! Gilding all the vales below With his rising flames, which grow Up, ye lazy grooms, and fill Bag and bottle for the field! |