SCENE IX. Enter THYKSIS, UCALEGON, and MYRTILLA. UCALEGON. Och! here's a fait to brag on. THYRSIS. Zooks! here I be. UCALEGON. Aye, thanks to swait Ucalegon. (Thunder and lightning, Jupiter and Mercury throw off their disguise.) JUPITER. Peace, peace, ye ninnies-Cease to gape and wonder, And hear your sentence from the God of Thunder. FINALE. AIR-Rail no more ye learned Asses. VOCAL MUSIC, OR THE SONGSTER'S COMPANION. vol. i. p. 32. Fear not, Baucis and Philemon, This the Borough-Hall shall be: For your bounty to the seamen, You the Mayor, the Mayoress she. (During this song Mercury waves his caduceus, and the Scene changes to a Guildhall.-Philemon is invested with the insignia of his office, and Baucis throwing off her upper garment, discovers a fantastic habit.) When you've rul'd a twelve-month thorough, Grov❜ling, grasping, grinding Plutus, There with heart-corroding cankers, Thou, Pandora, thief and beggar, Troll the ballad, cry the match; And at night with drunken stagger Spread thy charms at Bunter's hatch. (Plutus and Pandora undergo a suitable metamorphosis.) Captain, fear no more reverses, Wrecks or storms, with Phoebe blest; Wed Myrtilla, silly Thyrsis; Honest teague, take all the rest. (Ucalegon salutes all the ladies of the Chorus, who crowd about him.) Thus our justice and compassion And our Upstairs-Reign renew. Mortals! let not griefs and crosses We award each guest his share. |