That did employ him forth:
But such a wisdom that would prove
By sending him their hearts and love
That else might fear his worth.

By this time the island hath joined itself with the shore; and PROTEUS, PORTUNUS, and SARON come forth, and go up singing to the State, while the MASQUERS take time to land.

SONG.

Pro. Ay, now the pomp of Neptune's triumph shines!

And all the glories of his great designs

Are read, reflected, in his son's return!

Por. How all the eyes, the looks, the hearts here burn
At his arrival!

Sar. These are the true fires

Are made of joys!

Sar. But pure affections, and from odorous stocks!
Cho. 'Tis incense all that flames,

And these materials scarce have names!
Pro. My king looks higher, as he scorned the wars
Of winds, and with his trident touched the stars;
There is no wrinkle in his brow or frown,
But as his cares he would in nectar drown,
And all the silver-footed nymphs were drest
To wait upon him, to the Ocean's feast:
Por. Or, here in rows upon the banks were set,
And had their several hairs made into net
To catch the youths in as they come on shore.
Sar. How, Galatea sighing! O no more,
Banish your fears.

Por.

ALBION is come.

Pro.

Sar.

And, Doris, dry your tears.

And Haliclyon too,

That kept his side, as he was charged to do,
With wonder.

-And the Syrens have him not.

Por. Though they no practice, nor no arts forgot

Pro. That might have won him, or by charm, or song.

Up with their heads, as they were mad of men, Sar. And there the highest-going billows crown, Until some lusty sea-god pulled them down. Cho. See, he is here!

Pro. Great master of the main,

Receive thy dear, and precious pawn again.
Cho. Saron, Portunus, Proteus bring him thus,
Safe, as thy subjects' wishes gave him us :
And of thy glorious triumph let it be
No less a part, that thou their loves dost see,
Than that his sacred head's returned to thee.

This sung, the island goes back, whilst the Upper Chorus takes it from them, and the MASQUERS prepare for their figure.

Cho. Spring all the Graces of the age,

And all the Loves of time:

Bring all the pleasures of the stage,
And relishes of rhyme :

Add all the softnesses of courts,

The looks, the laughters, and the sports:

And mingle all their sweets and salts,

That none may say, the Triumph halts.

Here the MASQUERS dance their Entry.

Which done, the first prospective of a Maritime Palace, or the house of OCEANUS, is discovered, with loud music.

And the other above is no more seen.

Poet. Behold the palace of Oceanus !

Hail, reverend structure! boast no more to us

Thy being able all the gods to feast;

We've seen enough; our Albion was thy guest.

Then follows the Main Dance.

After which, the second prospect of the Sea is shown, to the former music.

Poet. Now turn and view the wonders of the deep,

Where Proteus' herds, and Neptune's orcs do keep,

Where all is ploughed, yet still the pasture's green,

The ways are found, and yet no paths are seen.

There PROTEUS, PORTUNUS, SARON, go up to the LADIES with
this SONG.

Pro. Come, noble nymphs, and do not hide
The joys for which you so provide.

Sar. If not to mingle with the men,
What do you here? go home again
Your dressings do confess,
By what we see so curious parts
Of Pallas' and Arachne's arts,

Por.

That you could mean no less.
Pro. Why do you wear the silk-worm's toils,
Or glory in the shell-fish' spoils,
Or strive to show the grains of ore
That you have gathered on the shore,
Whereof to make a stock

Pro. Why do you smell of amber-grise,
Of which was forméd Neptune's niece,
The queen of Love; unless you can,
Like sea-born Venus, love a man?

Cho. Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that meet,
Ambrosian hands and silver feet,

Do promise you will do't.

The REVELS follow.

Which ended, the Fleet is discovered, while the three cornets play.
Poet. 'Tis time your eyes should be refreshed at length
With something new, a part of Neptune's strength,

See yond' his fleet, ready to go or come,
Or fetch the riches of the ocean home,
So to secure him, both in peace and wars,
Till not one ship alone, but all, be stars.

[A shout within.

Re-enter the COOK, followed by a number of SAILORS.

Cook. I've another service for you, brother Poet; a dish of

pickled sailors, fine salt sea-boys, shall relish like anchovies, or caviare, to draw down a cup of nectar in the skirts of a night. Sail. Come away, boys, the town is ours; hey for Neptune, and our young master!

Poet. He knows the compass, and the card,

While Castor sits on the mainyard,

And Pollux too, to help your hales;

And bright Leucothoë fills your sails:
Arion sings, the dolphins swim,

And all the way, to gaze on him.

The ANTIMASQUE of SAILORS.

Then the last Song to the whole Music, five lutes, three cornets, and ten voices.

SONG.

Pro. Although we wish the triumph still might last
For such a Prince, and his discovery past;

Yet now, great lord of waters and of isles,
Give Proteus leave to turn unto his wiles.

Por. And, whilst young Albion doth thy labours ease,
Dispatch Portunus to thy ports.

Sar.

And Saron to thy seas:

To meet old Nereus, with his fifty girls,
From agéd Indus laden home with pearls
And Orient gums, to burn unto thy name.

Grand Cho. And may thy subjects' hearts be all on flame,
Whilst thou dost keep the earth in firm estate,
And 'mongst the winds, dost suffer no debate,
But both at sea and land our powers increase,
With health and all the golden gifts of peace.

The last Dance.

WITH WHICH THE WHOLE ENDED.

PAN'S ANNIVERSARY,

OR, THE

SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY,

As it was Presented at Court before King James, 1625.

The Inventors-Inigo Jones; Ben Jonson.

The SCENE.—ARCADIA,

The Court being seated, enter three NYMPHS, strewing several sorts of flowers, followed by an old SHEPHERD, with a censer and perfumes.

I Nym. Thus, thus begin the yearly rites

Are due to Pan on these bright nights;

His morn now riseth, and invites

To sports, to dances, and delights:
All envious and profane, away,

This is the shepherd's holiday.

2 Nym. Strew, strew the glad and smiling ground every flower, yet not confound

With

The primrose drop, the spring's own spouse,
Bright day's eyes, and the lips of cows,

The garden star, the queen of May,
The rose, to crown the holiday.

3 Nym. Drop, drop your violets, change your hues,

Now red, now pale, as lovers use,

And in your death go out as well,

As when you lived unto the smell:

That from your odour all may say,
This is the shepherd's holiday.

Shep. Well done, my pretty ones, rain roses still,

Until the last be dropt: then hence; and fill