corebus:Come wench, are we almost at the well.
zelanto:Ay, Corebus we are almost at the Well now, ile go fetch some water: sit downe while I dip my pitcher in.
voyce:Gently dip: but not too deepe;
For feare you make the goulden beard to weepe.

A head comes up with eares of Corne, and she combes them in her lap.

Faire maiden white and red,
Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head:
And thou shalt have some cockell bread.
Gently dippe, but not too deepe,
For feare thou make the goulden beard to weep.
Faire maide, white and redde,

V IRTUE stand aside: the fool is caught,
Laugh to see him, laugh aloud to wake him,
Folly's nets are wide, and neatly wrought,
Mock his horns, and laugh to see Vice take him. Quire:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,
Who's the fool? The fool, he wears a horn.

Virtue stand aside, mock him, mock him, mock him,
Laugh aloud to see him, call him fool.

Virtue's branches wither, virtue pines,
O pity, pity, and alack the time!
Vice doth flourish, vice in glory shines,
Her gilded boughs above the cedar climb.

Vice hath golden cheeks, O pity, pity!
She is every land doth monarchize:
Virtue is exiled from every city,
Virtue is a fool, vice only wise.

O pity, pity! virtue weeping dies,
Vice laughs to see her faint, alack the time!
This sinks; with painted wings the other flies:
Alack, that best should fall, and bad should climb!

O pity, pity, pity! mourn, not sing!

Fortune smiles, cry holy day!
Dimples on her cheeks do dwell.
Fortune frowns, cry well-a-day!
Her love is heaven, her hate is hell.
Since heaven and hell obey her power,
Tremble when her eyes do lour;
Since heaven and hell her power obey,
When she smiles cry holy day!
Holy day with joy we cry,
And bend, and bend, and merrily
Sing hymns to Fortune's deity,
Sing hymns to Fortune's deity.

Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily!
With our song let heaven resound,
Fortune's hands our heads have crowned;

What is God singing in his profound [ STROPHE 1
Delphi of gold and shadow?
What oracle for Thebes, the sunwhipped city?

Fear unjoints me, the roots of my heart tremble.

Now I remember, O Healer, your power, and wonder:
Will you send doom like a sudden cloud, or weave it
Like nightfall of the past?

Speak, speak to us, issue of holy sound:
Dearest to our expectancy: be tender!

Let me pray to Athenê, the immortal daughter of Zeus, [ ANTISTROPHE 1
And to Artemis her sister
Who keeps her famous throne in the market ring,

Who would here sojourn for an outstretched spell
Feels senseless promptings, to the thinking gaze,
Since pain comes nigh and nigher with lengthening days,
And nothing shows that joy will ever upwell.

Death is the remedy that cures at call
The doubtful jousts of black and white assays.
What are song, laughter, what the footed maze,
Beside the good of knowing no birth at all?

Gaunt age is as some blank upstanding beak
Chafed by the billows of a northern shore
And facing friendless cold calamity

What man is he that yearneth
For length unmeasured of days?
Folly mine eye discerneth
Encompassing all his ways.
For years over-running the measure
Shall change thee in evil wise:
Grief draweth nigh thee; and pleasure,
Behold, it is hid from thine eyes.
This to their wage have they
Which overlive their day.
And He that looseth from labour
Doth one with other befriend,
Whom bride nor bridesmen attend,
Song, nor sound of the tabor,
Death, that maketh an end.

Thy portion esteem I highest,
Who wast not ever begot;

(From " Oedipus at Colonus")

Chorus . Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise
The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies,
The nightingale that deafens daylight there,
If daylight ever visit where,
Unvisited by tempest or by sun,
Immortal ladies tread the ground
Dizzy with harmonious sound,
Semele's lad a gay companion.

So the storms bore the daughters of Pandaros out into thrall —
The gods slew their parents; the orphans were left in the hall.
And there came, to feed their young lives, Aphrodite divine,
With the incense, the sweet-tasting honey, the sweet-smelling wine;
Hera brought them her wit above woman's, and beauty of face;
And pure Artemis gave them her stature, that form might have grace;
And Athene instructed their hands in her works of renown;
Then, afar to Olympos, divine Aphrodite moved on:
To complete other gifts, by uniting each girl to a mate,

TRANSLATED .

Aurora, rising from her couch beside
The famed Tithonus, brought the light of day
To men and to immortals. Then the gods
Came to their seats in council. With them came
High-thundering Jupiter, among them all
The mightiest. Pallas, mindful of the past,
Spoke of Ulysses and his many woes,
Grieved that he still was with the island-nymph.
" Oh, father Jove, and all ye blessed ones
Who live forever! let not sceptred king,
Henceforth, be gracious, mild, and merciful,