Cho. See all the flowers,

Pro.

That spring the banks along,

Do move their heads unto that under song.
Cho. Saron, Portunus, Proteus, help to bring
Our primrose in, the glory of the spring;
And tell the daffodil, against that day,
That we prepare new garlands fresh as May,
And interweave the myrtle and the bay.

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.

The MASQUERS dance their Entry or First Dance. Which done, the first prospective, a Maritime Palace, or the house of OCEANUS, is discovered to loud music.

The other above is no more seen.

Johp. Behold the palace of Oceanus!

Hail, reverend structure! boast no more to us

Thy being able all the gods to feast;

We saw enough, when Albion was thy guest.

Here the Measures.

After which, the second prospective, a Sea, is shown to the former music.

Johp. 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; New ways are found, and yet no paths are seen.

Here 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:

By what we see, so curious parts
Of Pallas and Arachne's arts,

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

To graft the greener emerald on,
Or any better-watered stone,
Or ruby of the rock.

Sar.
Pro. Why do you smell of amber-grise,
Of which was formed Neptune's niece,
The Queen of Love: unless you can,
Like sea-born Venus, love a man?
Try, put yourselves unto't.

Sar.

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.

Johp. '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.

Then the last

SONG.

Pro. Although we wish the glory still might last
Of such a night, and for the causes 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 the ports.

Sar.

And Saron to the seas,

i

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

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.

After which they danced their last dance.

AND THUS IT ENDED,

LOVE'S TRIUMPH THROUGH CALLIPOLIS,

PERFORMED IN A MASQUE AT COURT, 1630,

BY HIS MAJESTY, WITH THE LORDS AND GENTLEMEN
ASSISTING.

The Inventors-Ben Jonson; Inigo Jones.

QUANDO MAGIS DIGNOS LICUIT SPECTARE TRIUMPHOS?

TO MAKE THE SPECTATORS UNDERSTANDERS.

WHEREAS, all Representations, especially those of this nature in Court, public spectacles, either have been, or ought to be, the mirrors of man's life, whose ends, for the excellence of their exhibitors (as being the donatives of great princes to their people) ought always to carry a mixture of profit with them, no less than delight; we, the inventors, being commanded from the King to think on something worthy of His Majesty's putting in act, with a selected company of his lords and gentlemen, called to the assistance; for the honour of his Court, and the dignity of that heroic love and regal respect born by him to his unmatchable lady and spouse, the Queen's Majesty, after some debate of cogitation with ourselves, resolved on this following argument.

First, that a person, boni ominis, of a good character, as Euphemus, sent down from heaven to Callipolis, which is understood the city of Beauty or Goodness, should come in; and finding Her Majesty there enthroned, declare unto her, that Love, who was wont to be respected as a special deity in Court, and tutelar god of the place, had of late received an advertisement, that in the suburbs, or skirts of Callipolis, were crept in certain sectaries, or depraved lovers, who neither knew the name or nature of love rightly, yet boasted themselves his followers, when they were fitter to be called his furies their whole life being a continued vertigo, or rather a torture on the wheel of love, than any motion either of order or

measure. When suddenly they leap forth below, a mistress leading them, and with antic gesticulation and action, after the manner of the old pantomimi, they dance over a distracted comedy of love, expressing their confused affections, in the scenical persons and habits of the four prime European nations.

A glorious boasting lover.

A whining ballading lover.

An adventurous romance lover.

A fantastic umbrageous lover.

A bribing corrupt lover.

A froward jealous lover.

A sordid illiberal lover.

A proud scornful lover.
An angry quarrelling lover.

A melancholic despairing lover.

An envious unquiet lover.

A sensual brute lover.

All which, in varied intricate turns, and involved mazes, exprest, make the ANTIMASQUE; and conclude the exit, in a circle.

EUPHEMUS descends singing.

Joy, joy to mortals, the rejoicing fires

Of gladness smile in your dilated hearts!
Whilst Love presents a world of chaste desires,
Which may produce a harmony of parts!

Love is the right affection of the mind,
The noble appetite of what is best:
Desire of union with the thing designed,
But in fruition of it cannot rest.

The father Plenty is, the mother Want,
Plenty the beauty which it wanteth draws;
Want yields itself; affording what is scant :
So both affections are the union's cause.
But rest not here. For Love hath larger scopes,
New joys, new pleasures, of as fresh a date

As are his minutes and in him no hopes

Are pure, but those he can perpetuate.

[He goes up to the State.