All you can, and more, my boys. 4 Sat. Will he give us pretty toys, To beguile the girls withal? 3 Sat. And to make them quickly fall. Silen. Peace, my wantons! he will do More than you can aim unto. 4 Sat. Will he build us larger caves? Silen. Yes, and give you ivory staves, When you hunt; and better wine 1 Sat. Than the master of the vine? 2 Sat. And rich prizes, to be won, When we leap, or when we run? 1 Sat. Ay, and gild our cloven feet? 2 3 Sat. Strew our heads with powder sweet? 1 Sat. Bind our crooked legs in hoops Made of shells, with silver loops? 2 Sat. Tie about our tawny wrists Bracelets of the fairy twists? 4 Sat. And, to spight the coy nymphs' scorns, 3 Sat. Fresh as when the flower discloses ? In our dance shall make a chime- 1 Sat. Or the stripes Of the taber; 5 when we carry tas, turned himself into a fair buck-goat; with whose sports and flatteries the nymph being taken, he begat on her Pan: who was born, Capite cornuto, barbaque ac pedibus hircinis. As Homer hath it in Hymnis: And Lucian, in dialogo Panis et Mercurii. He was called the giver of grace, xapidoris, paiópos, kai devos. Hilaris et albus, nitens Cyllenius alis. As Bacchus was called avotos, floridus; and Hebo, à lanugine et molli ætate, semper virens. 1 Apollo is said, after Jupiter had put Saturn to flight, to have sung his father's victory to the harp, Purpurea toga decorus, et laura coronatus, mirificeque deos omnes qui accubuerant, in convivio delectavisse. Which Tibullus, in lib. 2. Elegiar. points to: Sed nitidus, pulcherque veni. Nunc indue vestem He was then lovely, as being not yet stained with blood, and called χρυσοπήλες Αρης, quasi aureum flagellum (vel rectius auream galeam) habens. In Julius Pollux, lib. 4. cap. 19. in that part, which he entitles de satyricis personis, we read, that Silenus is called Ramos, that is, avus, to note his great age: as amongst the comic persons, the reverenced for their years were called άo and with Julian in Cæs. Bacchus, when he speaks him fair, calls him παππίδιον. 4 A name of Bacchus, Lyæus, of freeing men's minds from cares: παρὰ τὸ λύω, σοίνο. 5 Erat solenne Baccho in pompa tenerorum more puerorum gestari à Sileno, et Satyris, Bacchis præcedentibus, Omn. O, that he so long doth tarry! Now you shall enjoy your hope; There the whole scene opened, and within was dis 1 Sat. They have ne'er an eye 2 Sat. Nor sense, I fear; For they sleep in either ear.6 3 Sat. Holla, Sylvans! sure they're caves Of sleep these, or else they're graves. 4 Sat. Hear you, friends! - who keeps the keepers? 1 Sat. They are the eighth and ninth sleepers!"? Sleeper 2 Sat. Shall we cramp them? Silen. Satyrs, no. 4 Sat. 3 Sat. 2 Sat. In their guts, to make them feel? Shall we steal away their beards? For Pan's goat, that leads the herds? Or try, whether is more dead, Silen. His club, or the other's head? 1 Sat. I would fain now see them roll'd Headlong cast, to break their ridge- Plump; and see if that would wake 'em, 2 Sat. There no motion yet appears. At which the Satyrs fell suddenly into this catch. quarum una semper erat Tympanistra, altera Tibicina, &c. Vide Athenæ. For they sleep IN EITHER EAR.] The Latin phrase is, In utramvis aurem dormire; and means to sleep soundly without any thoughts of care. - WHAL. They had it from the Greek: it is rightly rendered by Whalley. Επ' αμφότερα να χ' η 'πίκληρος ουατα Men. Frag. why so Buz and hum they cry, And so do we. In his ear, in his nose, Thus, do you see?-[They tickle them. The two Sylvans starting up amazed, and betaking themselves to their arms, were thus questioned by Silenus : Silen. How now, Sylvans! can you wake? In your watch! Is this your guise, And have bored you through the eyes, 2 Sat. Or have fetch'd some trees to heave Now, my cunning lady: moon, Of the boy, you keep so hid? Of your paleness to be rid. Come, your changes overthrow, Moon, confess then, what you are, And be wise, and free to use Pleasures that you now do lose. Let us Satyrs have a share. With more virtue: every ono Here they fell suddenly into an antick dance full of gesture and swift motion, and continued it till the crowing of the cock: at which they were interrupted by Silenus. Silen. Stay, the cheerful chanticleer Tells you that the time is near: — 1 Vid. Cyc. Euripid. ubi Satiri Ulyssi auxilio sint ad ambrendum oculum Cyclops. See, the gates already spread! There the whole palace opened, and the nation of Faies were discovered, some with instruments, some bearing lights, others singing; and within afar off in perspective, the knights masquers sitting in their several sieges: at the further end of all, OBERON, in a chariot, which, to a loud triumphant music, began to move forward, drawn by two white bears, and on either side guarded by three Sylvans, with one going in front. SONG. Melt earth to sea, sea flow to And air fly into fire, Whilst we in tunes, to Arthur's chair Bear Oberon's desire; Than which there's nothing can be high'r, Save JAMES, to whom it flies: But he the wonder is of tongues, of ears, of eyes. Who hath not heard, who hath not seen, Who hath not sung his name? The soul that hath not, hath not been; But is the very same With buried sloth, and knows not fame, Which doth him best comprise : For he the wonder is of tongues, of ears, of eyes. By this time the chariot was come as far forth as the face of the scene. And the Satyrs beginning to leap, and express their joy for the unused state and solemnity, the foremost SYLVAN began to speak. 1 Syl. Give place, and silence; you were ruda too late; This is a night of greatness, and of state, In Fairy land, for good they have deserv'd To whose sole power and magic they do give Silen. And may they well. For this indeed is he, [see. My boys, whom you must quake at, when you Like a new nature: so that true to call 1 Syl. I thank the wise Silenus for his praise. Stand forth, bright FAIES and ELVES, and tune your lays Unto his name; then let your nimble feet May, without stop, point out the proper heir Knotty legs, and plants of clay, Seek for ease, or love delay. But with you it still should fare As with the air of which you are. After which, they danced forth their second masque dance, and were again excited by a SONG. 1 Faie. Nor yet, nor yet, O you in this night blest, Must you have will, or hope to rest. 2 Faie. 1 Faie. If you use the smallest stay, You'll be overta'en by day. And these beauties will suspect If you do not call them forth. 2 Faie. Or that you have no more worth Then followed the measures, corantos, galliards, &c., till PHOSPHORUS, the day-star appeared, and called them away; but first they were invited home by one of the Sylvans, with this Gentle knights, SONG. Know some measure of your nights. It is time that we were gone If you longer here should tarry. Phos. To rest, to rest! the herald of the day, Bright Phosphorus, commands you hence; obey. The moon is pale, and spent; and winged night Makes headlong haste to fly the morning's sight: Who now is rising from her blushing wars, And with her rosy hand puts back the stars. Of which myself the last, her harbinger, But stay to warn you, that you not defer Your parting longer: then do I give way, As Night hath done, and so must you, to Day. After this, they danced their last dance into the work And with a full SONG the star vanished, and the whole machine closed. O yet how early, and before her time, What haste the jealous Sun doth make, And once more shew his head! Lest, taken with the brightness of this night, The world should wish it last, and rever miss his fight. LOVE FREED FROM IGNORANCE AND FOLLY; A MASQUE OF HER MAJESTY'S. So soon as the King's majesty was set, and in expec- | tation, there was heard a strange music of wild instruments. To which a SPHYNX' came forth dancing, leading Love bound. Sphynx. COME, sir Tyrant, lordly Love, Now they shall not need to tremble, Tell me, monster, what should move And in truth, there's none have reason, For it practis'd was on Beauty, Unto whom Love owes all duty. 1 By this Sphynx was understood Ignorance, who is always the enemy of Love and Beauty, and lies still in wait to entrap them. For which Antiquity has given her the upper parts and face of a woman: the nether parts of a lion, ne wings of an eagle, to shew her fierceness, and swiftness to evil, where she hath power. Sphynx. Do, I'll laugh, or cry, alas! Thinks, poor Love, can ladies' looks Know then, all you Glories here. I, that never left the side Of the fair, became their guide, The meaning of this is, that these ladies being the per fect issue of beauty, and all worldly grace, were carried by Love to celebrate the majesty and wisdom of the king, figured in the sun, and seated in these extreme parts of the world; where they were rudely received by Ignorance, on their first approach, to the hazard of their affection, it being her nature to hinder all noble actions; but that the Love which brought them thither, was not willing to forsaka them, no more than they were to abandon it; yet was it enough perplex'd, in that the monster Ignorance still covets to enwrap itself in dark and obscure terms and betray that way, whereas true Love affects to express itself with all clearness and simplicity. To the wisdom of the sun, 'Less they could the knot unstrain They unwilling to forego Were content to have their flames I, on t'other side as glad I would freely give my life Sphynx. Have you said, sir? will you try, To find a world the world without, To find a world the world without. Love. I say, that is already done, And is the new world in the moon. This world is nearer by a star: Your world's a lady, then: each creature Sphynx. Yes, but find out A world you must, the world without Love. Why, if her servant be not here, She doth a single world appear Without her world. Sphynx. Well you shall run! Love. Nay, Sphynx, thus far is well begun. Love. That's clear as light; for wherein lies And not alone her grace and power, Yet throws her glances every where, And being but single, fain would do The offices, and arts of two. Sphynx. And in the powers thereof are mix'd Two contraries. Love. That's smiles and tears, Or fire and frost; for either bears Sphynx. Which time, till now, Nor fate knew where to join, or how.- Do you find by this, how long Whom you deal with, and perplex Sphynx. Nay, your railing will not save you, Come my fruitful issue forth, Dance, and shew a gladness, worth Such a captive, as is Love, And your mother's triumph prove. Here the FOLLIES, which were twelve SHE-FOOLS enter and dance. Sphynx. Now, go take him up, and bear him As you stand, soft tales? who bring |