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The third SONG
By the Chorus going up to the Queen.
Whilst
thus the darlings of the Gods
From Honors Temple, to the Shrine
Of Beauty, and these sweet abodes
Of Love, we guide, let thy Divine
Aspects, (bright Deity) with fair
And Halcyon beames, becalm the Ayr.
From Honors Temple, to the Shrine
Of Beauty, and these sweet abodes
Of Love, we guide, let thy Divine
Aspects, (bright Deity) with fair
And Halcyon beames, becalm the Ayr.
We bring Prince Arthur or the brave
St. George himself (great Queen) to you,
You'll soon discern him; and we have
A Guy, a Beavis or some true
Round-Table Knight, as ever fought
For Lady, to each Beauty brought.
St. George himself (great Queen) to you,
You'll soon discern him; and we have
A Guy, a Beavis or some true
Round-Table Knight, as ever fought
For Lady, to each Beauty brought.
Plant in their Martial hands, War's seat,
Your peaceful pledges of warm snow,
And, if a speaking touch repeat
In Loves known language, tales of woe;
Say, in soft whispers of the Palme,
As Eyes shoot Darts, so Lips shed Balm.
Your peaceful pledges of warm snow,
And, if a speaking touch repeat
In Loves known language, tales of woe;
Say, in soft whispers of the Palme,
As Eyes shoot Darts, so Lips shed Balm.
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For though you seeme like Captives, led
Jn triumph by the Foe away,
Yet on the Conqu'rers necke you tread,
And the fierce Victor proves your prey.
What heart is then secure from you,
That can, though vanquish'd, yet subdue?
The song done they retire, and the Masquers dance the Revels with
the Ladies, which continued a great part of the night.
The Revels being past and the Kings Majesty seated under the State
by the Queen; for Conclusion to this Masque there appeares coming
forth from one of the sides, as moving by a gentle wind, a great
Cloud, which arriving at the middle of the heaven, stayeth; this was
of severall colours, and so great, that it covered the whole Scæne. Out
of the further part of the heaven, beginnes to breake forth two other
Clouds, differing in colour and shape; and being fully discovered,
there appeared sitting in one of them, Religion, Truth, and wisdome.
Religion was apparelled in white and part of her face was covered
with a light vaile, in one hand a booke, and in the other a flame of fire.
Truth in a Watchet Robe, a Sunne upon her fore-head and bearing in
her hand a palme. Wisdome in a mantle wrought with eyes and hands,
golden rayes about her head, and Apollo's Cithere in her hand. In tht
other Cloud sate Concord, Government, and Reputation. The habit
of Concord was Carnation, bearing in her hand a litle faggot of stickes
bound together, and on the top of it a hart, and a garland of corne
on her head: Government was figured in a coat of Armour, bearing
a shield, and on it a Medusa's head; upon her head a plumed helme,
and in her right hand a Lance. Reputation, a young man in purple
robe wrought with gold, and wearing a laurell wreath on his head.
These being come downe in an equall distance to the middle part of
the Ayre, the great Cloud beganne to breake open, out of which
stroke beames of light; in the midst suspended in the Ayre, sate Eternity
on a Globe, his Garment was long of a light blue, wrought all
over with Stars of gold, and bearing in his hand a Serpent bent into
a circle, with his taile in his mouth. In the firmament about him, was
a troope of fifteene starres, expressing the stellifying of our British
Heroes; but one more great and eminent than the rest, which was over
his head, figured his Majesty. And in the lower part was seene a
farre off the prospect of Windsor Castle, the famous seat of the most
honourable Order of the Garter.Jn triumph by the Foe away,
Yet on the Conqu'rers necke you tread,
And the fierce Victor proves your prey.
What heart is then secure from you,
That can, though vanquish'd, yet subdue?
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