The weary months, like to a stubborn brood From nature's docile rule, and mar themselves. And the winter is all wind. Moist nourishment Is sucked up from the land, and barrenness, In all its ugliness, mocks at man's need. (Enter SIMEON, LEVI, ZEBULUN, and ISSACHAR.) SIMEON. We shall be starved to death: ISSACHAR. What farther ill? ZEBULUN. Lo you! we left ten cattle in the mead, And nine are dead of hunger. LEVI. There is no mead, But all the place that was a general swamp Is as though struck by lightning, singed and burnt. DAN. Mountain and flat, low glen, or peering mound, Hath cast its mantle for an umber gloom, And summer's vestige only doth remain In dying ivy or in holy sere. SIMEON. Our cattle languish, bellowing for food; And when they die, we lack the means to live. REUBEN. Famine is like the demon of despair; It swallows all the substance it can find, Then preys on its own arms. ZEBULUN. Things of kine We often see do feed upon their young; This famine eats itself. JUDAH. I turned a mouse From out his nest by chance-stored in the hold REUBEN. Yea, man's chief lesson is man's extremity. JUDAH. How weary are our days That used to pass in health and exercise, Our nights were like a minute thrown away— Now all our minutes fledged with leaden wings, All that part of our days called musing vacancy ISSACHAR. Yea, who shall mend it? What's the best to do? JACOB. A general vengeance from the hand of God, In heavy visitation on the land, Is spread around: it is a bitter cup! A little mercy at the bottom still Was ever left for man's affliction. Arise, my sons: I cannot mend your wants, Of wisdom and renown, who rules the land Go, get ye up; carry your mules and sacks; Take money in NAPHTALI. Better we may; Much worse we cannot be. JACOB. Heaven prosper you. (Exit.) SCENE. A Vineyard. JOSEPH. Time wendeth by us in eventful life The fruitless husk of all our wealth of woe- Or e'er his holy grief hath made him feel Why God afflicts him. There is a precious door, And to that door a precious court in heaven, Where I do hope to see my father's face, And all our house; and shed no human tears. (Enter STEWARD.) STEWARD. Great lord, the famine rageth in the land, |