This, "believe me on the breast," I mean his clothes? No, no, no; See, for instance, where he sends His son, [Fetches out of the wood the lord Spencer's eldest son, attired and appointed like a huntsman. Low as is his father's earth, To the womb that gave you birth: So he was directed first, Next to you, of whom the thirst The bow was Phoebe's, and the horn, The dog of Sparta breed, and good, They shall have their welcome crowu'd At that the whole wood and place resounded with the noise of cornets, horns, and other hunting music, and a brace of choice deer put out, and as fortunately killed, as they were meant to be, even in the sight of her majesty. This was the First Night's Show. The next day being Sunday, the Queen rested, and on Monday till after dinner; where there was a speech suddenly thought on, to induce a morris of the clowns thereabout, who most officiously presented themselves: but by reason of the throng of the country that came in, their speaker could not be heard, who was in the person of NOBODY, to deliver this following speech, and attired in a pair of breeches which were made to come up to his neck, with his arms out at his pockels, and a cap drowning his face. If my outside move your laughter, Fair saluted be you all! At this time it doth befall, We are the buisher to a morris, A kind of masque, whereof good store is But this, the choice of all the rout, And though they dance afore the queen, All by this time to our feet. I not deny where graces meet But when dancing is his best, Come on, clowns, forsake your dumps, Do your worst, I'll undertake, Not a jerk you have shall make Perhaps your fool, or so, may move A pair of revelling legs, or two, [Here the morris-dancers entered There was also another parting speech, which was to have been presented in the person of a youth, and accompanied with divers gentlemen's younger sons of the country: but by reason of the multitudinous press, was also hindered. And which we have here adjoinod. And will you then, mirror of queens, depart? Shall nothing stay you? not my master's heart, That pants to lose the comfort of your light, And see his day, ere it be old, grow night? You are a goddess, and your will be done: Yet this our last hope is, that as the sun Cheers objects far removed, as well as near; So, wheresoe'er you shine, you'll sparkle here. And you, dear lord, on whom my covetous eye Doth feed itself, but cannot satisfy, THE PENATES. The King and Queen being entered in at the gate, the PENATES, or household gods, received them, attired after the antique manner, with javelins in their hands, standing on each side of the porch. 1 Pen. Leap, light hearts, in ev'ry breast, All the place, with that high grace 2 Pen. Welcome, monarch of this isle, 1 Pen. Welcome are you; and no less, Form, is a beauteous story. 2 Pen. High in fortune, as in blood, 1 Pen. House, be proud: for of earth's store 2 Pen. Note, but how the air, the spring Pairs of turtles sit and sing On each tree, o'er-joy'd to see 1 Pen. Enter, sir, this longing door, Here the Penates lead them in, thorough the house, into the garden, where Mercury received them, walking before them. Mer. Retire, you household-gods, and leave these excellent creatures to be entertained by a more eminent deity. [Exeunt Pen.] Hail, king and queen of the Islands, called truly Fortunate. and by you made so. To tell you who I am, and weat all these notable and speaking ensigns abou! me, were to challenge you of most impossible ignorance, and accuse myself of as palpable glory: it is enough that you know me here, and come with the license of my father Jove, who is the bounty of heaven, to give you early welcome to the bower of my mother Maia, no less the goodness of earth. And may it please you to walk, I will tell you no wonderful story. This place, whereon you are now advanced (by the mighty power of poetry, and the help of a faith that can remove mountains) is the Arcadian hill Cyllene, the place where myself was both begot and born: and of which I am frequently called Cyllenius: Under yond' purslane tree stood sometime my cradle. Where now hehold my mother Maia, sitting in the pride of their plenty, gladding the air with her breath, and cheering the spring with her smiles. At her feet, the blushing Aurora, who, with her rosy hand, casteth her honey-dews on those sweeter herbs, accompanied with that gentle wind Favonius, whose subtile spirit, in the breathing forth, Flora makes into flowers, and sticks them in the grass, as if she contended to have the embroidery of the earth richer than the cope of the sky. Here, for her month, the yearly delicate May keeps state; and from this mount takes pleasure to display these valleys, yond' lesser hills, those statelier edifices and towers, that seem enamoured so far off, and are rear'd on end to behold her, as if their utmost object were her beauties. Hither the Dryads of the valley, and nymphs of the great river come every morning to taste of her favours; and depart away with laps filled with her bounties. But, sec! upon your approach, their pleasures are instantly remitted. The birds are hush'd, Zephyr is still, the morn forbears her office, Flora is dumb, and herself amazed, to behold two such marvels, that do more adorn place than she can time: pardon, your majesty, the fault, for it is that hath caused it; and till they No, though she should invite a several pair. Which ended, Maia (seated in her bower, with all those Of every flower in every field, To dance their wilder rounds about, this, and more than have of May vows, so you will oft come here a maying. Mer. And Mercury, her son, shall venture the displeasure of his father, with the whole bench of heaven, that day, but he will do his mother's intents all serviceable assistance. Till then, and ever, live high and happy, you, and your other you; both envied for your fortunes, loved for your graces, and admired for your virtues. [This was the morning's entertainment. After dinner, the king and queen coming again into the garden, Mercury the second time accosted them. Mer. Again, great pair, I salute you; and with leave of all the gods, whose high pleasure it is, that Mercury make this your holiday. May all the blessings, both of earth and heaven, concur to thank you for till this day's sun, I have faintly enjoyed a minute's rest to my creation. Now I do, and acknowledge it your sole, and no less than divine benefit. If my desire to delight you might not divert to your trouble, I would intreat your eyes to a new and strange spectacle; a certain son of mine, whom the Arcadians call a god, howsoever the rest of the world receive him: it is the horned Pan, whom in the translated figure of a goat I begot on the fair Spartan Penelope; May, let both your ears and looks forgive it; these are but the lightest escapes of us deities. And it is better in me to prevent his rustic impudence, by my blushing acknowledgment, than anon by his rude, and not insolent claim, be inforced to confess him. Yonder he keeps, and with him the wood nymphs, whose leader he is in rounds and dances, to this sylvan music. The place, about which they skip, is the fount of laughter, or Bacchus' spring; whose statue is advanced on the top; and from whose pipes, at an observed hour of the day, there flows a lusty liquor, that hath a present virtue to expel sadness; and within certain minutes after it is tasted, force all the mirth of the spleen into the face. Of this is Pan the guardian. Lo! the fountain begins to run, but the nymphs at your sight are fled, Pan and his satyrs wildly stand at gaze. will approach, and question him: vouchsafe your ear, and forgive his behaviour, which even to me, that am his parent, will no doubt be rude enough. though otherwise full of salt, which except my presence did temper, might turn to be gall and bitterness; but that shall charm him. Pan. O, it is Mercury! hollow them, agen. What be all these, father, gods, or men? I Mer. All human. Only these two are deities on earth, but such, as the greatest powers of heaven may resign to. Pan. Why did our nymphs run away, can you Here be sweet beauties love Mercury well; [tell? I see by their looks. How say you, great master? [Advances to the king. Will you be pleased to hear? shall I be your taster? Mer. Pan, you are too rude. Pan. It is but a glass, By my beard, and my horns, 'tis a health, and shall Were he a king, and his mistress a queen, [pass. This draught shall make him a petulant spleen. But trow, is he loose, or costive of laughter? I'd know, to fill him his glass, thereafter, Sure either my skill, or my sight doth mock, Or this lording's look should not care for the smock; And yet he should love both a horse and a hound, eye. Here, mistress; all out. Since a god is your skinker; By my hand, I believe you were born a good They are things of no spirit, their blood is asleep, Believe it, she drinks like a wench that had store Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known. The young nymph that's troubled with an old But laugh at the wench, that next doth trust you. Lords, for yourselves, your own cups crown, Go to, little blushet, for this, anan, Farewell, I must seek out my nymphs, that you frighted; Thank Hermes, my father, if aught have delighted. [Exil. Mer. I am sure, thy last rudeness cannot; for it makes me seriously ashamed.--I will not labour his excuse, since I know you more ready to pardon, than he to trespass: but for your singular patience, tender you all abundance of thanks; and, mixing with the master of the place in his wishes, make them my divinations: That your loves be ever flourishing as May, and your house as fruitful that your acts exceed the best, and your years the longest of your predecessors: that no bad fortune touch you, nor good change you. But still, that you triumph in this facility over the ridiculous pride of other princes; and for ever live safe in the love, rather than the fear, of your sub. jects. AND THUS IT ENDED. THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE TWO KINGS OF GREAT BRITAIN AND DENMARK, At Theobalds, July 24, 1606. The Kings being entered the Inner Court; abcve, over the porch, sat the three Hours, upon clouds, as at the Sed quia res solùm ingentes hac parte laborant, ports of heaven; crowned with several flowers: of At, quod non potuit dominus, supplevit abundè which one bore a sun-dial; the other, a clock; the Expressed to the king of Denmark, thus: Quòd bona sub nobis omnia proveniant. Quid nequeat signis Lætitiam exprimere. Frondoso tellus munere facta loquax. Eccos quam grati veniant quos terra salutat! Verior his foliis nulla Sybilla fuit. The inscriptions on the walls were, DATE VENIAM SUBITIS. DEBENTUR QVE SUNT, QUÆQUE FUTURA, Epigrams hung up. Ad Reges Serenissimos. Sæpe Theobaldæ (sortis bonitate beatæ) Et licet, 6 Magni. foliis si fiditis istis, WHEN THE HOUSE WAS DELIVERED UP, WITH THE POSSESSION, TO THE QUEEN, BY THE EARL OF SALISBURY, The 22d of May, 1607. THE PRINCE JANVILE, BROTHER TO THE DUKE OF GUISE, BEING THEN PRESENT. The King and Queen, with the princes of Wales and Lorrain, and the nobility, being entered into the gallery, after dinner there was seen nothing but a traverse of white across the room: which suddenly drawn, was discovered a gloomy obscure place, hung all with black silks, and in it only one light, which the Genius of the house held, sadly attired; his Cornucopiæ ready to fall out of his hand, his gyrland drooping on his head, his eyes fixed on the ground; when, out of this pensive posture, after some little pause, he brake and began. GENIUS. Let not your glories darken, to behold The place, and me, her Genius here, so sad; Who, by bold rumour, have been lately told, That I must change the loved lord I had. And he, now, in the twilight of sere age, Begin to seek a habitation new; MERCURY. [From behind the darkness.] Despair not, Genius, thou shalt know thy fate. And withal, the black vanishing, was discovered a glorious place, figuring the Lararium, or seat of the household gods, where both the Lares and Penates were painted in copper colour; erected with columns and architrave, fricze and cornice, in which were placed divers diaphanal glasses, filled with several waters, that shewed like so many stones of orient and transparent hues. Within, as farther off, in landscape, were seen clouds riding, and in one corner, a boy figuring Good Event attired in white, hovering in the air, with wings displayed, having nothing seen to sustain him by, all the time the shew lasted. At the other corner, a Mercury descended in a flying pos ture, with his caduceus in his hand, who spake to the three Parca, that sate low in a grate, with an iron roof, the one holding the rock, the other the spindle and the third the sheers, with a book of adamant lying open before them. But first the Genius, surprized by wonder, urged this doubt. GENIUS. [Aside.] What sight is this, so strange, and full of state! MERCURY. Daughters of Night and Secrecy, attend; You that draw out the chain of destiny, Upon whose threads, both lives and times depend, And all the periods of mortality; The will of Jove is, that you straight do look The change, and fate unto this house decreed, And speaking from your adamantine book, Unto the Genius of the place it read; When underneath thy roof is seen With princes an unmatched pair, One, hope of all the earth, their heir; Their blood and sprung from Charlemaine. But is my patron with this lot content, Or will to raise a house of better frame, |