But neither side a winner, 70
    For things are as they were.

  Chorus of all.  The fools are only, &c.

  Enter VENUS.

Venus.  Calms appear when storms are past; Love will have his hour at last:  Nature is my kindly care; Mars destroys, and I repair; Take me, take me, while you may, Venus comes not every day.

  Chorus of all.  Take her, take her, &c.

  Chronos.  The world was then so light, 80
    I scarcely felt the weight;
    Joy ruled the day, and Love the night. 
  But, since the queen of pleasure left the ground,
      I faint, I lag,
      And feebly drag
    The ponderous orb around.

Momus.  All, all of a piece throughout; [Pointing to Diana.] Thy chase had a beast in view; [To Mars.] Thy wars brought nothing about; [To Venus.] Thy lovers were all untrue. 90

  Janus.  ’Tis well an old age is out.

  Chronos.  And time to begin a new.

Cho. of all.  All, all of a piece throughout; Thy chase had a beast in view:  Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue.  ’Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.

  Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers.

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FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 45:  This Masque, with the song of a scholar and his mistress, was performed in 1700, for the author’s benefit, with the play of the Pilgrim, altered by Sir John Vanbrugh, his fortune and health being at that time in a declining state.]

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XXII.

SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS,

WHO, BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM.

[Music within.]

The Lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper.

Phillis.  Look, look I see—­I see my love appear!  ’Tis he—­’Tis he alone; For, like him, there is none:  ’Tis the dear, dear man, ’tis thee, dear.

  Amyntas.  Hark! the winds war;
  The foamy waves roar;
  I see a ship afar: 
  Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore: 
      But what’s that I view,
      So radiant of hue,
  St Hermo, St Hermo, that sits upon the sails? 
      Ah!  No, no, no. 
  St Hermo never, never shone so bright;
  ’Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light;
  ’Tis Phillis, ’tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone,
  For all the winds are hush’d, and the storm is overblown.

  Phillis.  Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms.