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The THIRD SCENES

Circe wt h this speech deliueringe her wande to Ulysses rests on ye lower parte of ye hill, while he goeing up the hill & striking ye trees wt h his wande, suddenly two greate gates flew open, makinge as it were a large glade through the wood, & alonge ye glade a faire walke; two seeminge bricke walles on eyther side, over wc h the trees wantonly hunge; a great light (as ye Suns suddaine unmaskinge) being seene upon this discouery. At ye further end was descride an arbor, very curiously done, havinge one entrance under an architreave borne vp by two pillers wt h their chapters & bases guilte; ye top of ye entrance beautifide wt h postures of Satyres, Wood-Nymphes, & othe anticke worke; as also ye sides & corners: the coveringe archwise interwove wt h boughes, ye backe of it girt round wt h a vine, & artificially done

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vp in knottes towrds ye toppe; beyond it was a wood-scene in perspective, the fore part of it opening at Ulysses his approach, the maskers were discouered in severall seates leaninge as asleape.
Doublets of greene taffita, cut like oaken leaves, as upon cloth of siluer; their skirtes & winges cut into leaues, deepe round hose of ye same, both lin'd wt h sprigge lace spangled; long white sylke stockings; greene pumps, & roses done oue wt h syluer leaues; hattes of ye same stuffe, & cut narrowe-brim'd, & risinge smaller compasse at ye crowne, white wreath hatbandes, white plumes, egrettes wt h a greene fall, ruffe bands & cuffes.
Ulysses seuerally came & touch't euery one of them wt h ye wand while this was sunge.

Songe.
Shake of sleepe, yee worthy knights,
Though yee dreame of all delights;
Shew that Venus doth resorte
To the campe as well as courte
By some well-timed measure,
And on your gestures & your paces
Let the well-composed graces,
Lokinge like, and parte wt h pleasure.

By this ye knights beinge all risen from their seats were by Ulysses (ye loud musicke soundinge) brought to ye stage; and then to the violins danced their first measure aftewc h this songe brought them to the second:

Songe.
On & imitate the Sun,
Stay not to breath till you haue done:
Earth doth thinke, as other where
Do some woemen she doth beare:
Those wifes whose husbands only threaten
Are not lou'd like those are beaten.
Then wt h your feete to suffringe moue her,
For whilst you beate earth thus, you love her.

Here they danc'd theire second measure, & then this songe was sunge during wc h time they take out ye ladyes:
Songe.

Chorus.
And if it lay in Circes power,
Your blisse might so perseuer,
That those you choose but for an hower
You should enioy for ever.

The knights, wt h the ladyes dance here ye old measures, Galliards, Corantoes, the Braules, &c. and then (havinge lead them againe to their places) danced their last measure; after wc h this songe called them awaye.

Songe.
Who but Tyme so hasty were
To fly away & leaue you here?
Here where delight
Might well allure
A very Stoicke from this night
To turne an Epicure.
But since he calles away; and Time will soone repente,
He staid not longer here, but ran to be more idly spente.