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Lights all on this side the Atlantic seas,
Masquers forth from the top of the mountain,
And from thy beamy bosom strike a light,
chief of whom.] The names of the twelve Masquers are not given; it appears, however, that they were led on by Charles, now prince of Wales. If we may trust Jenkin, in the next piece, this was the first time that he bore a part, and danced in these entertainments.
See how they come and show,
No ground of good is hollow.
before them. Her. But, Hermes, stay, a little let me pause; Who's this that leads ?
Mer. A guide that gives them laws To all their motions, Daedalus the wise.
Her. And doth in sacred harmony comprise His precepts ?
Her. They may securely prove, Then, any labyrinth, though it be of love. Here, while they put themselves in form, DÆDALUS
had his first
So interweave the curious knot,
Which lines are Pleasure's, and which not.
At which a while all youth should stay, 5 First figure out, &c.] This alludes to that beautiful apologue, the Choice of Hercules, by Prodicus.
Where she and Virtue did contend,
Which should have Hercules to friend.
Are but a labyrinth or maze:
Yet not perplex men unto gaze :
As men may read each act they do;
Admire the wisdom of your feet.
Not only shows the mover's wit,
As he hath power to rise to it.
Here the first DANCE.
Again yourselves compose ;
Or colour can disclose :
From you a newer ground;
In their true motions found.
You form your second touch :
That they may vent their murmuring hymns
And wish their own were such.
Here the second DANCE.
The subtlest maze of all, that's love,
Runs o'er the gentler flowers.
The ladies, but the hours.
But not dissolu'd in wantonness
To all your sport, and sum it?
• Just to the -.] Some word (time or tune, probably) was lost at the press, or dropt in the MS. I have already observed that all these Masques, from the Golden Age Restored, were printed, or at least published, some years after the author's death. That any one could look into this wretched volume (the folio of 1641) and suppose that Jonson had any share in forming it, is quite extraordinary. There is not a page without some ridiculous blunder.
Here they danced with the Ladies, and the whole
Revels followed; which ended, MERCURY called to DÆDALUS in this speech : which was after repeated in Song by two trebles, two tenors, a base, and the whole Chorus.
Virtue her own reward
Or any murmur that would tell
You must return unto the Hill,
And there advance
That height and crown,
Upon triúmphed chance.
By her own light to every eye;
And though a stranger here on earth,
There, there is Virtue's seat :
'Tis only she can make you great,