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Plants with goodly burden bowing;

Spring come to you at the farthest

In the very end of harvest!

Scarcity and want shall shun you;

Ceres' blessing so is on you.'

Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and

Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold

To think these spirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call'd to enact

My present fancies.

Fer. Let me live here ever:

So rare a wonder'd father and a wise,

Makes this place Paradise.

''Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment''.

Pro. Sweet, now, silence!

Juno and Ceres whisper seriously,

There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,

Or else our spell is marr'd.

Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiades, of the windring brooks,

With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks,

Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land

Answer your summons: Juno does command.

Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate

A contract of true love: be not too late.

You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,

Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:

Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,

 114, 115 Cf. n.

123 wonder'd: wonder-working

128 windring: winding (?)

130 crisp: rippling

