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! Who are the glories of the Time, 1 Vot. Their very number, how it takes! 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. Sat. After which. Ven. The night could not these glories miss, Vot. Sat. To breed delight, and a desire Of being delighted, in the nobler sort. Vot. And Cupid conquers, ere he doth invade. 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 Fresh charges to the beauties here. Cup. Or quit the field. Sport. Nay, that they'll never do. They'll rather fall upon the place, You are but men at best, they say, And they from those ne'er ran away. [Pause. Cup. [to the King.] You, sir, that are the lord of Time, 'Gainst majesty, that Love and Sport Cup. [to the Lords.] My lords, the honours of the crown, all. Sport. Trust nothing that the boy lets fall, [Pause. But hear his logic, he will prove There is no business, but to be in love. Cup. The words of Sport, my lords, and coarse. Your ladies yet, will not think worse [Pause. Of Love for this: they shall command Sport. My bow, my quiver, and my hand. What, here to stand And kill the flies? Alas, thy service they despise. One beauty here, hath in her eyes More shafts than from thy bow e'er flew, Or that poor quiver knew. These dames, They need not Love's, they've Nature's flames. Cup. I see the Beauty that you so report. Sport. Cupid, you must not point in court, Where live so many of a sort. Cup. Sport. Cup. Of Harmony these learn'd their speech, And, at the old Idalian brawls, They danced your mother down. She calls. Arm, arm them all. Young bloods come on, And charge; let every man take one. Sport. These are fair wars; And will be carried without scars. Is all the Time, and Love commands. The REVELS follow; which ended, the Chorus appear again, and DIANA descends to HIPPOLITUS, the whole scene being changed into a wood, out of which he comes. Cho. The courtly strife is done, it should appear, And strive hereafter to shine ever here: Dia. Hippolitus, Hippolitus! Hip. Diana? Dia. She. Be ready you, or Cephalus, To wait on me. Hip. We ever be. Dia. Your goddess hath been wrong'd to-night, Hip. The injury, itself will right, Which only Fame hath made a crime, And hath his ears as perfect as his eyes. Sat. Who's that descends? Diana? Vot. Yes. Ven. Belike her troop she hath begun to miss. Dia. That thou and Venus both should so abuse A thought, that she had purpose to defraud And it is. |