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All you can, and more, my boys. 4 Sat. Will he give us pretty toys, To beguile the girls withal? 3 Sat. And to make them quickly fall. Silen. Peace, my wantons! he will do More than you can aim unto. 4 Sat. Will he build us larger caves? Silen. Yes, and give you ivory staves,

When you hunt; and better wine 1 Sat. Than the master of the vine? 2 Sat. And rich prizes, to be won,

When we leap, or when we run?

1 Sat. Ay, and gild our cloven feet?

2

3 Sat. Strew our heads with powder sweet? 1 Sat. Bind our crooked legs in hoops

Made of shells, with silver loops?

2 Sat. Tie about our tawny wrists

Bracelets of the fairy twists?

4 Sat. And, to spight the coy nymphs' scorns,
Hang upon our stubbed horns
Garlands, ribands, and fine posies

3 Sat. Fresh as when the flower discloses ?
1 Sat. Yes, and stick our pricking ears
With the pearl that Tethys wears.
2 Sat. And to answer all things else,
Trap our shaggy thighs with bells;
That as we do strike a time,

In our dance shall make a chime-
3 Sat. Louder than the rattling pipes
Of the wood gods-

1 Sat. Or the stripes

Of the taber; 5 when we carry
Bacchus up, his pomp to vary.

tas, turned himself into a fair buck-goat; with whose sports and flatteries the nymph being taken, he begat on her Pan: who was born, Capite cornuto, barbaque ac pedibus hircinis. As Homer hath it in Hymnis: And Lucian, in dialogo Panis et

Mercurii. He was called the giver of grace, xapidoris,

paiópos, kai devos. Hilaris et albus, nitens Cyllenius alis. As Bacchus was called avotos, floridus; and Hebo, à lanugine et molli ætate, semper virens.

1 Apollo is said, after Jupiter had put Saturn to flight, to have sung his father's victory to the harp, Purpurea toga decorus, et laura coronatus, mirificeque deos omnes qui accubuerant, in convivio delectavisse. Which Tibullus, in lib. 2. Elegiar. points to:

Sed nitidus, pulcherque veni. Nunc indue vestem
Purpuream, longas nunc bene necte comas
Qualem te memorant Saturno rege fugato
Victoris laudes tunc cecinisse Jovis.

He was then lovely, as being not yet stained with blood, and called χρυσοπήλες Αρης, quasi aureum flagellum (vel rectius auream galeam) habens.

In Julius Pollux, lib. 4. cap. 19. in that part, which he entitles de satyricis personis, we read, that Silenus is called Ramos, that is, avus, to note his great age: as amongst the comic persons, the reverenced for their years were called άo and with Julian in Cæs. Bacchus, when he speaks him fair, calls him παππίδιον.

4 A name of Bacchus, Lyæus, of freeing men's minds from cares: παρὰ τὸ λύω, σοίνο.

5 Erat solenne Baccho in pompa tenerorum more puerorum gestari à Sileno, et Satyris, Bacchis præcedentibus,

Omn. O, that he so long doth tarry!
Silen. See! the rock begins to ope,

Now you shall enjoy your hope;
'Tis about the hour, I know.

There the whole scene opened, and within was dis
covered the frontispiece of a bright and gloriou
palace, whose gates and walls were transparent.
Before the gates lay two SYLVANS, armed with
their clubs, and drest in leaves, asleep. At this
the Satyrs wondering, Silenus proceeds:
Silen. Look! does not his palace show
Like another sky of lights?
Yonder, with him, live the knights,
Once, the noblest of the earth,
Quicken'd by a second birth:
Who, for prowess, and for truth,
There are crown'd with lasting youth:
And do hold, by Fate's command,
Seats of bliss in Fairy land.
But their guards, methinks, do sleep!
Let us wake them.- Sirs, you keep
Proper watch, that thus do lie
Drown'd in sloth!

1 Sat. They have ne'er an eye
To wake withal.

2 Sat. Nor sense, I fear;

For they sleep in either ear.6

3 Sat. Holla, Sylvans!

sure they're caves Of sleep these, or else they're graves. 4 Sat. Hear you, friends! - who keeps the

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1 Sat. They are the eighth and ninth sleepers!"? Sleeper

2 Sat. Shall we cramp them?

Silen. Satyrs, no.

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4 Sat. 3 Sat. 2 Sat.

In their guts, to make them feel? Shall we steal away their beards? For Pan's goat, that leads the herds? Or try, whether is more dead,

Silen.

His club, or the other's head?
Wags, no more: you grow too bold.

1 Sat. I would fain now see them roll'd
Down a hill, or from a bridge

Headlong cast, to break their ridge-
Bones or to some river take 'em,

Plump; and see if that would wake 'em,

2 Sat. There no motion yet appears.
Silen. Strike a charm into their ears.

At which the Satyrs fell suddenly into this catch.
Buz, quoth the blue flie,
Hum, quoth the bee:

quarum una semper erat Tympanistra, altera Tibicina, &c. Vide Athenæ.

For they sleep IN EITHER EAR.] The Latin phrase is, In utramvis aurem dormire; and means to sleep soundly without any thoughts of care. - WHAL.

They had it from the Greek: it is rightly rendered by Whalley.

Επ' αμφότερα να χ' η 'πίκληρος ουατα
Μελλει καθευδήσειν

Men. Frag.

why so

Buz and hum they cry,

And so do we.

In his ear, in his nose,

Thus, do you see?-[They tickle them.
He eat the dormouse;
Else it was he.

The two Sylvans starting up amazed, and betaking themselves to their arms, were thus questioned by Silenus :

Silen. How now, Sylvans! can you wake?
I commend the care you take

In your watch! Is this your guise,
To have both your ears and eyes
Seal'd so fast; as these mine elves
Might have stol'n you from yourselves?
8 Sat. We had thought we must have got
Stakes, and heated them red-hot,

And have bored you through the eyes,
With the Cyclops,' ere you'd rise.

2 Sat. Or have fetch'd some trees to heave
Up your bulks, that so did cleave
To the ground there.

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Now, my cunning lady: moon,
Can you leave the side so soon,

Of the boy, you keep so hid?
Midwife Juno sure will say,
This is not the proper way,

Of your paleness to be rid.
But, perhaps, it is your grace
To wear sickness in your face,
That there might be wagers laid
Still, by fools, you are a maid.

Come, your changes overthrow,
What your look would carry so;

Moon, confess then, what you are, And be wise, and free to use Pleasures that you now do lose.

Let us Satyrs have a share.
Though our forms be rough and rude,
Yet our acts may be endued

With more virtue: every ono
Cannot be ENDYMION.

Here they fell suddenly into an antick dance full of gesture and swift motion, and continued it till the crowing of the cock: at which they were interrupted by Silenus.

Silen. Stay, the cheerful chanticleer Tells you that the time is near: —

1 Vid. Cyc. Euripid. ubi Satiri Ulyssi auxilio sint ad ambrendum oculum Cyclops.

See, the gates already spread!
Every Satyr bow his head

There the whole palace opened, and the nation of Faies were discovered, some with instruments, some bearing lights, others singing; and within afar off in perspective, the knights masquers sitting in their several sieges: at the further end of all, OBERON, in a chariot, which, to a loud triumphant music, began to move forward, drawn by two white bears, and on either side guarded by three Sylvans, with one going in front.

SONG.

Melt earth to sea, sea flow to

And air fly into fire,

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Whilst we in tunes, to Arthur's chair

Bear Oberon's desire;

Than which there's nothing can be high'r,

Save JAMES, to whom it flies:

But he the wonder is of tongues, of ears, of eyes.

Who hath not heard, who hath not seen,

Who hath not sung his name?

The soul that hath not, hath not been;

But is the very same

With buried sloth, and knows not fame,

Which doth him best comprise :

For he the wonder is of tongues, of ears, of eyes.

By this time the chariot was come as far forth as the face of the scene. And the Satyrs beginning to leap, and express their joy for the unused state and solemnity, the foremost SYLVAN began to speak.

1 Syl. Give place, and silence; you were ruda too late;

This is a night of greatness, and of state,
Not to be mixt with light and skipping sport;
A night of homage to the British court,
And ceremony due to Arthur's chair,
From our bright master, OBERON the fair;
Who, with these knights, attendants, here pre-
serv'd

In Fairy land, for good they have deserv'd
Of yond' high throne, are come of right to pay
Their annual vows; and all their glories lay
At's feet, and tender to this only great,
True majesty, restored in this seat;

To whose sole power and magic they do give
The honor of their being; that they live
Sustain'd in form, fame, and felicity,
From rage of fortune, or the fear to die.

Silen. And may they well. For this indeed is he,

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My boys, whom you must quake at, when you
He is above your reach; and neither doth,
Nor can he think, within a Satyr's tooth:
Before his presence you must fall or fly.
He is the matter of virtue, and placed high.
His meditations, to his height, are even:
And all their issue is akin to heaven.
He is a god o'er kings; yet stoops he then
Nearest a man, when he doth govern men ;
To teach them by the sweetness of his sway,
And not by force. He's such a king as they,
Who're tyrants' subjects, or ne'er tasted peace,
Would, in their wishes, form for their release.
"Tis he that stays the time from turning old,
And keeps the age up in a head of gold.
That in his own true circle still doth run;
And holds his course as certain as the sun.
He makes it ever day, and ever spring,

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Like a new nature: so that true to call
Him, by his title, is to say, He's all.

1 Syl. I thank the wise Silenus for his praise. Stand forth, bright FAIES and ELVES, and tune your lays

Unto his name; then let your nimble feet
Tread subtile circles, that may always mect
In point to him; and figures, to express
The grace of him and his great emperess.
That all, that shall to-night behold the rites,
Perform'd by princely Oberon, and these
knights,

May, without stop, point out the proper heir
Design'd so long to Arthur's crowns and chair.

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Knotty legs, and plants of clay, Seek for ease, or love delay. But with you it still should fare

As with the air of which you are.

After which, they danced forth their second masque dance, and were again excited by a

SONG.

1 Faie. Nor yet, nor yet, O you in this night blest, Must you have will, or hope to rest.

2 Faie.

1 Faie.

If you use the smallest stay,

You'll be overta'en by day.

And these beauties will suspect
That their forms you do neglect,

If you do not call them forth.

2 Faie. Or that you have no more worth
Than the coarse and country Fairy,
That doth haunt the hearth, or dairy.

Then followed the measures, corantos, galliards, &c., till PHOSPHORUS, the day-star appeared, and called them away; but first they were invited home by one of the Sylvans, with this

Gentle knights,

SONG.

Know some measure of your nights.
Tell the high-graced Oberon,

It is time that we were gone
Here be forms so bright and airy,
And their motions so they vary,
As they will enchant the Fairy,

If you longer here should tarry.

Phos. To rest, to rest! the herald of the day, Bright Phosphorus, commands you hence; obey. The moon is pale, and spent; and winged night Makes headlong haste to fly the morning's sight: Who now is rising from her blushing wars, And with her rosy hand puts back the stars. Of which myself the last, her harbinger, But stay to warn you, that you not defer Your parting longer: then do I give way, As Night hath done, and so must you, to Day. After this, they danced their last dance into the work And with a full SONG the star vanished, and the

whole machine closed.

O yet how early, and before her time,
The envious morning up doth climb,
Though she not love her bed!

What haste the jealous Sun doth make,
His fiery horses up to take,

And once more shew his head!

Lest, taken with the brightness of this night,

The world should wish it last, and rever miss his fight.

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LOVE FREED FROM IGNORANCE AND FOLLY;

A MASQUE OF HER MAJESTY'S.

So soon as the King's majesty was set, and in expec- | tation, there was heard a strange music of wild instruments. To which a SPHYNX' came forth dancing, leading Love bound.

Sphynx. COME, sir Tyrant, lordly Love,
You that awe the gods above,
As their creatures here below,
With the sceptre call'd your bow;
And do all their forces bear
In the quiver that you wear,
Whence no sooner you do draw
Forth a shaft, but is a law;

Now they shall not need to tremble,
When you threaten, or dissemble,
Any more: and, though you see
Whom to hurt, you have not free
Will, to act your rage. The bands
Of your eyes, now tie your hands.
All the triumphs, all the spoils
Gotten by your arts, and toils,
Over foe and over friend,
O'er your mother, here must end.
And you now, that thought to lay
The world waste, must be my prey.
Love. Cruel Sphynx, I rather strive
How to keep the world alive,
And uphold it; without me,
All again would chaos be.

Tell me, monster, what should move
Thy despight, thus, against Love?
Is there nothing fair, and good,
Nothing bright, but burns thy blood?
Still thou art thyself, and made
All of practice, to invade
Clearest bosoms. Hath this place
None will pity Cupid's case?
Some soft eye, while I can see
Who it is that melts for me,
Weep a fit. Are all eyes here
Made of marble? But a tear,
Though a false one; it may make
Others true compassion take.
I would tell you all the story
If I thought you would be sorry,

And in truth, there's none have reason,
Like yourselves, to hate the treason.

For it practis'd was on Beauty,

Unto whom Love owes all duty.
Let your favor but affright
Sphynx here, I shall soon recite
Every passage, how it was.

1 By this Sphynx was understood Ignorance, who is always the enemy of Love and Beauty, and lies still in wait to entrap them. For which Antiquity has given her the upper parts and face of a woman: the nether parts of a lion, ne wings of an eagle, to shew her fierceness, and swiftness to evil, where she hath power.

Sphynx. Do, I'll laugh, or cry, alas!

Thinks, poor Love, can ladies' looks
Save him from the Sphynx's hooks?
Love. No; but these can witness bear
Of my candor, when they hear
What thy malice is: or, how
I became thy captive now :
And it is no small content,
Falling, to fall innocent.

Know then, all you Glories here.
In the utmost East there were
Eleven daughters of the morn.
Ne'er were brighter bevies born,
Nor more perfect beauties seen.
The eldest of them was the queen
Of the Orient, and 'twas said,
That she should with Phoebus wed.
For which high-vouchsafed grace,
He was loved of all their race.
And they would, when he did rise,
Do him early sacrifice
Of the rich and purest gum,
That from any plant could come:
And would look at him as far
As they could discern his car:
Grieving that they might not ever
See him; and when night did sever
Their aspècts, they sat and wept
Till he came, and never slept :
Insomuch, that at the length
This their fervor gat such strength,
As they would a journey prove,
By the guard, and aid of Love,
Hither to the farthest West:
Where they heard, as in the East,
He a palace, no less bright,
Had, to feast in every night
With the Ocean, where he rested
Safe, and in all state invested.

I, that never left the side

Of the fair, became their guide,
But behold, no sooner landing
On this isle, but this commanding
Monster Sphynx, the enemy
Of all actions great, and high,
Knowing, that these rites were done

The meaning of this is, that these ladies being the per fect issue of beauty, and all worldly grace, were carried by Love to celebrate the majesty and wisdom of the king, figured in the sun, and seated in these extreme parts of the world; where they were rudely received by Ignorance, on their first approach, to the hazard of their affection, it being her nature to hinder all noble actions; but that the Love which brought them thither, was not willing to forsaka them, no more than they were to abandon it; yet was it enough perplex'd, in that the monster Ignorance still covets to enwrap itself in dark and obscure terms and betray that way, whereas true Love affects to express itself with all clearness and simplicity.

To the wisdom of the sun,
From a cliff surprised them all:
And, though I did humbly fall
At her lion's feet, and pray'd
As she had the face of maid,
That she would compassion take
Of these ladies, for whose sake
Love would give himself up; she
Swift to evil, as you see
By her wings, and hooked hands,
First did take my offer'd bands,
Then, to prison of the night
Did condemn those sisters bright,
There for ever to remain,

'Less they could the knot unstrain
Of a riddle, which she put
Darker, than where they are shut :
Or, from thence, their freedoms prove
With the utter loss of Love.

They unwilling to forego
One, who had deserved so
Of all beauty, in their names,

Were content to have their flames
Hid in lasting night, ere I
Should for them untimely die.

I, on t'other side as glad
That I such advantage had,
To assure them mine, engaged
Willingly myself, and waged
With the Monster, that if I
Did her riddle not untie,

I would freely give my life
To redeem them and the strife.

Sphynx. Have you said, sir? will you try,
Now, your known dexterity?
You presume upon your arts,
Of tying, and untying hearts;
And it makes you confident:
But, anon, you will repent.
Love. No, Sphynx, I do not presume;
But some little heart assume
From my judges here, that sit
As they would not lose Love yet.
Sphynx. You are pleasant, sir, 'tis good,
Love. Love does often change his mood.
Sphynx. I shall make you sad agen.
Love. I shall be the sorrier, then.
Sphynx. Come, sir, lend it your best ear.
Love. I begin t' have half a fear.
Sphynx. First, Cupid, you must cast about

To find a world the world without,
Wherein what's done, the eye doth do;
And is the light and treasure too.
This eye still moves, and still is fix'd,
And in the pow'rs thereof are mix'd
Two contraries; which time, till now,
Nor fate knew where to join, or how.
Yet, if you hit the right upon,
You must resolve these, all, by one.
Love. Sphynx, you are too quick of tongue :
Say't again, and take me along.
Sphynx. I say; you first must cast about

To find a world the world without. Love. I say, that is already done,

And is the new world in the moon.
Sphynx. Cupid, you do cast too far;

This world is nearer by a star:
So much light I'll give you to't.
Love. Without a glass? well, I shall do't.

Your world's a lady, then: each creature
Human, is a world in feature,
Is it not?

Sphynx. Yes, but find out

A world you must, the world without Love. Why, if her servant be not here, She doth a single world appear Without her world.

Sphynx. Well you shall run!

Love. Nay, Sphynx, thus far is well begun.
Sphynx. Wherein what's done, the eye doth do
And is the light and treasure too.

Love. That's clear as light; for wherein lies
A lady's power but in her eyes?

And not alone her grace and power,
But oftentimes, her wealth and dower.
Sphynx. I spake but of an eye, not eyes.
Love. A one-eyed mistress that unties.
Sphynx. This eye still moves, and still is fix'd.
Love. A rolling eye, that native there,

Yet throws her glances every where, And being but single, fain would do The offices, and arts of two. Sphynx. And in the powers thereof are mix'd Two contraries.

Love. That's smiles and tears,

Or fire and frost; for either bears
Resemblance apt.

Sphynx. Which time, till now,

Nor fate knew where to join, or how.-
How now, Cupid! at a stay?
Not another word, to say?

Do you find by this, how long
You have been at fault, and wrong?
Love. Sphynx, it is your pride to vex

Whom you deal with, and perplex
Things most easy: Ignorance
Thinks she doth herself advance;
If of problems clear, she make
Riddles, and the sense forsake,
Which came gentle from the Muses,
Till her uttering, it abuses.

Sphynx. Nay, your railing will not save you,
Cupid, I of right must have you.

Come my fruitful issue forth,

Dance, and shew a gladness, worth

Such a captive, as is Love,

And your mother's triumph prove.

Here the FOLLIES, which were twelve SHE-FOOLS enter and dance.

Sphynx. Now, go take him up, and bear him
To the cliff,' where I will tear him
Piece-meal, and give each a part
Of his raw and bleeding heart.
Love. Ladies, have your looks no power
To help Love at such an hour?
Will you lose him thus? Adieu!
Think, what will become of you.
Who shall praise you, who admire?
Who shall whisper by the fire

As you stand, soft tales? who bring

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