Poet. Behold the palace of Oceanus ! 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 Pro. Sar. Por. Pro. Sar. Come, noble nymphs, and do not hide That you could mean no less. To graft the greener emerald on, Or ruby of the rock? Pro. Why do you smell of amber-grise, Sar. Try, put yourselves unto't. 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 See yond' his fleet, ready to go or come, Or fetch the riches of the ocean home, So to secure him, both in peace and wars, [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, sails : The ANTIMASQUE of Sailors. Then the last Song to the whole music, five lutes, three cornets, and ten voices. SONG. Por. Pro. Although we wish the triumph still might last Sar. 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. |