Sar. But pure affections, and from odorous stocks! Cho. 'Tis incense all, that flames, And these materials scarce have names ! Pro. My king looks higher, as he scorn'd the wars And, Doris, dry your tears. Por. ALBION is come. Pro. Sar. And Haliclyon too,* That kept his side, as he was charg'd to do, -And the Syrens have him not. Por. Though they no practice, nor no arts forgot, Pro. That might have won him, or by charm, or song. Pro. Or laying forth their tresses all along Upon the glassy waves. Por. Then diving. And Haliclyon too.] The duke of Buckingham, lord high admiral. Pro. Then, Up with their heads, as they were mad of men. Sar. And there the highest-going billows crown, Until some lusty sea-god pull'd them down. Cho. See, he is here! Pro. Great master of the main, Receive thy dear, and precious pawn again. No less a part, that thou their loves dost see, This sung, the island goes back, whilst the Upper Chorus takes it from them, and the Masquers prepare for their figure. Cho. Spring all the Graces of the age, Bring all the pleasures of the stage, Add all the softnesses of courts, The looks, the laughters, and the sports: And mingle all their sweets and salts, That none may say, the Triumph halts. Here the MASQUERS dance their Entry. Which done, the first prospective of a maritime palace, or the house of OCEANUS, is discovered, with loud music. And the other above is no more seen. Poet. Behold the palace of Oceanus ! Hail, reverend structure! boast no more to us 'Thy being able all the gods to feast; We've seen enough; our Albion was thy guest. Then follows the Main Dance. After which, the second prospect of the sea is shown, to the former music. Poet. Now turn and view the wonders of the deep, Where Proteus' herds, and Neptune's orcs do keep, Where all is plough'd, yet still the pasture's green, The ways are found, and yet no paths are seen. There PROTEUS, PORTUNUS, SARON, go up to the Ladies with this SONG. Pro. Come, noble nymphs, and do not hide Sar. To graft the greener emerald on, Pro. Why do you smell of amber-grise, Sar. Try, put yourselves unto't. Cho. Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that meet, The REVELS follow. Which ended, the fleet is discovered, while the three cornets play. Poet. 'Tis time, your eyes should be refresh'd at length With something new, a part of Neptune's strength, [A shout within. Re-enter the Cook, followed by a number of Sailors. Cook. I've another service for you, brother Poet; a dish of pickled sailors, fine salt sea-boys, shall relish like anchovies, or caveare, to draw down a cup of nectar, in the skirts of a night. Sail. Come away, boys, the town is ours; hey for Neptune, and our young master! Poet. He knows the compass, and the card, The ANTIMASQUE of Sailors. Then the last Song to the whole music, five lutes, three cornets, and ten voices. SONG. Pro. Although we wish the triumph still might last Sar. And Saron to thy seas: To meet old Nereus, with his fifty girls, Grand Cho. And may thy subjects' hearts be all on flame, Whilst thou dost keep the earth in firm estate, The last Dance. With which the whole ended. |