Eyes. And these will deify him, to despite you. Fame. I envy not the 'Azobéwors. 'Twill prove but deifying of a pompion.o Nose. Well, what is that the Time will now exhibit? Eyes. What gambols, what devices, what new sports? Ears. You promised us, we should have any thing. Nose. That Time would give us all we could imagine. Fame. You might imagine so, I never promised it. Eyes. Pox! then 'tis nothing. I had now a fancy We might have talk'd o' the king. Ears. Or state. Nose. Or all the world. Eyes. Censured the council ere they censure us. Ears. We do it in Paul's. Nose. Yes, and in all the taverns. Fame. A comely license! They that censure those They ought to reverence, meet they that old curse, To beg their bread, and feel eternal winter! There's difference 'twixt liberty and license. Nose. Why if it be not that, let it be this then, (For since you grant us freedom, we will hold it) Let's have the giddy world turn'd the heels upward, And sing a rare black Sanctus,' on his head, Of all things out of order. Eyes. No, the man 6 'Twill prove but deifying of a pompion.] Alluding to the burlesque deification of Claudius, by Seneca. And sing a rare black Sanctus.] The black Sanctus was a profane parody of some hymn in the Mass book; and the tune to which it was set was probably loud and discordant, to assist the ridicule. As a satire on the monks, whom it lashes with some kind of coarse humour, it appears to have been very popular. It may be referred to the times of Hen. VIII., when to criminate the ancient possessors of the monasteries, was to render a most acceptable service to that hateful tyrant, and his rapacious court. Sir J. In the moon dance a coranto, his bush Nose. No, no, I'd have this. Fame. Any thing. Nose. That could be monstrous Enough, I mean. A Babel of wild humours. Ears. And all disputing of all things they know not. Eyes. And talking of all men they never heard of. Ears. And all together by the ears o' the sudden. Eyes. And when the matter is at hottest, then All fall asleep. Fame. Agree among yourselves, And what it is you'd have, I'll answer you. Eyes. O, that we shall never do. Ears. No, never agree. Nose. Not upon what? Something that is un lawful. Ears. Ay, or unreasonable. Eyes. Or, impossible. Nose. Let it be uncivil enough, you hit us right. Ears. And a great noise. Eyes. To little or no purpose. Nose. And if there be some mischief, 'twill become it. Harrington, who printed it entire, calls it "the Monks Hymn to "Let's sing him a black Sanctus, then let's all howl Mad Lover. And is also introduced by Phil. Holland in his translation of Livy : Nata in vanos tumultus gens, truci cantu, clamoribusque variis, hor rendo cuncta impleverunt sono. Lib. v. c. 37. "With an hideous and dissonant kind of singing like a black Sanctus, they filled all about with a fearful and horrible noise." Eyes. But see there be no cause, as you will answer it. Fame. These are mere monsters. Nose. Ay, all the better. Fame. You do abuse the time. These are fit freedoms For lawless prentices, on a Shrove-tuesday, Eyes. Why, if not those, then something to make sport. Ears. We only hunt for novelty, not truth. Fame. I'll fit you, though the Time faintly permit it. The second ANTIMASQUE of TUMBLERS, and JUGGLERS, brought in by the CAT AND FIDDLE, who make sport with the CURIOUS, and drive them away. Fame. Why now they are kindly used like such spectators, That know not what they would have. Commonly Seek Time's corrupted parts to blow upon : Loud Music. To which the whole Scene opens; where SATURN sitting with VENUS is discovered above, and certain VOTARIES coming forth below, which are the CHORUS. Fame. For you, great king, to whom the Time doth owe All his respects and reverence, behold How Saturn, urged at request of Love, Within yond' darkness, Venus hath found out These, Time hath promised at Love's suit to free, By you restored on earth, most like his own; Sat. Vot. Sat. It is a work, great Time, will prove For Time could never yet deny What Love did ask, if Love knew why. That heard her why, and waits thy how. The MASQUERS are discovered, and that which I Vot. These, these must sure some wonders be! Men's wishes, Time, and Love agree. [A pause. SATURN and VENUS pass away, and the MASQUERS descend. Cho. What grief, or envy had it been, That these, and such had not been seen, But still obscured in shade! Cho. Now they are nearer seen, and view'd, Here to a loud Music, they march into their figure, and dance their ENTRY, or first DANCE. After which. Ven. The night could not these glories miss, For now 'tis Love gives Time his life. Sat. To breed delight, and a desire Of being delighted, in the nobler sort. The wish is crown'd, as soon as made. Vot. And Cupid conquers, ere he doth invade. His victories of lightest trouble prove; For there is never labour where is Love. Then follows the MAIN DANCE; Which done, CUPID with the SPORT, comes forward. Cup. [to the Masquers.] Take breath a while, young bloods, to bring |