With a chain and a trundle-bed following at th' heels, With the bill of a shoveler may here come in place; If the crab and the rope-maker ever fight duel, Here the second Antimasque of Phantasms came forth, and danced. As the Cock and the Bull, the Whale and the Cow, But vanish! away! [They retire.] I have change to present you, And such as I hope will more truly content you.— Behold the gold-haired Hour descending here, That keeps the gate of heaven, and turns the year! Already with her sight how she doth cheer, And makes another face of things appear. Here one of the HOURS descending, the whole scene changed to the bower of ZEPHYRUS, whilst PEACE sung as followeth : Peace. Why look you so, and all turn dumb, To see the opener of the New Year come; And aid, and urge, and call, to your delight; We smell the change in every flower, We only wish that all could last, Wonder. Wonder, must speak or break; what is this? grows The wealth of nature here, or art? it shows As if Favonius, father of the spring, Who in the verdant meads doth reign sole king, J Had roused him here, and shook his feathers, wet The sweet and fruitful dew fall on the ground The enamoured earth with all her riches clad, To cast a kind and odoriferous shade. Phan. How better than they are, are all things made By Wonder? But awhile refresh thine eye, I'll put thee to thy oftener, What and Why? Here, to a loud music, the Bower opens, and the MASQUERS are discovered as the Glories of the Spring. Won. Thou wilt indeed; what better change appears? Whence is it that the air so sudden clears, And all things in a moment turn so mild? Whose breath or beams have got proud earth with child And locked up under ground? that every sense And fields their coats? that now the shining meads How is't each bough a several music yields? Phan. Behold a king, Whose presence maketh this perpetual spring; Cho. 'Tis he, 'tis he, and no power else, That makes all this what Phant'sie tells; And all those happy when he smiles. Advance, his favour calls you to advance, And do your this night's homage in a dance. Here they danced their ENTRY, after which they sung again. Cho. Again! again! you cannot be Of such a true delight too free, Which, who once saw, would ever see: And if they could the object prize, Would, while it lasts, not think to rise, Here they danced their Main Dance, after which they sung. Cho. In curious knots and mazes so The Spring at first was taught to go; And thence did Venus learn to lead The Idalian brawls, and so to tread As if the wind, not she, did walk; Here they danced with the LADIES, ana the whole REVELS followed: after which AURORA appeared (the Night and Moon being descended), and this Epilogue followed. Aur. I was not wearier where I lay By frozen Tithon's side to-night, Against my will, to bid you come away. Cho. They yield to time, and so must all. As night to sport, day doth to action call; Because the Morn with roses strews the way. Here they danced their going off AND THUS IT ENDED. PLEASURE RECONCILED TO VIRTUE: A MASQUE; As it was presented at Court, before King James, 1619. The Scene was the Mountain ATLAS, Who had his top ending in the figure of an old man, his head and beard all hoary and frost, as if his shoulders were covered with snow: the rest wood and rock. A grove of ivy at his feet; out of which, to a wild music of cymbals, flutes, and tabors, is brought forth COMUS, the god of Cheer, or the Belly, riding in triumph, his head crowned with roses and other flowers, his hair curled: they that wait upon him crowned with ivy, their javelins done about with it; one of them going with HERCULES his bowl bare before him, while the rest present him with this HYMN. FULL CHORUS. Room! room! make room for the Bouncing Belly, Prime master of arts, and the giver of wit, He has made of himself, that now he cries swag! Which shows, though the pleasure be but of four inches, Yet he is a weasel, the gullet that pinches Of any delight, and not spares from his back |