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Scæna, 4.
A Masque.
Enter from aloft two Torchbearers, then Iupiter and Iuno, and two Torchbearers more, then Mars and Uenus, and two Torchbearers more, then Apollo and Pallas, and two more Torchbearers, then Neptune and Diana. Whilst they are discending, Cupid hanging in the Ayre, sings to soft Musicke this Song following.Cupid
sings.
Gaze you mortals, gaze you still,
On the Gods now looke your fill.
Iove and Iuno are discending,
Yes her Iealousie's not ending,
Mars, sterne Mars, he will not fight,
But with Venus when 'tis Night.
Daphne crownes Apolloes head,
Whom she would embrace in Bed,
Neptune swels his frothy cheeke,
Cause Diana is not meeke.
On the Gods now looke your fill.
Iove and Iuno are discending,
Yes her Iealousie's not ending,
Mars, sterne Mars, he will not fight,
But with Venus when 'tis Night.
Daphne crownes Apolloes head,
Whom she would embrace in Bed,
Neptune swels his frothy cheeke,
Cause Diana is not meeke.
Gaze you mortals, &c.
Jup.
Come now my (Sister and Wife) wee'l begin
To court afresh! Nay, loure not (Heavens Queene)
Heere on this greene we'll a Lavalto dance,
What if our haires grow silver, yet our strength,
Is young, and vigorous! Say (fellow Gods)
(Since we are full of Nectar, and our cares,
Lye drencht in our Nepenthe) take your Queenes, and be all
Ioviall, Mars for our Daughter Venus!
Apollo joyne with Pallas! Brother of Flouds
Embrace Diana! Gods sometimes merry be:
But in the night, when mortals may not see.
Each God as appointed by love, takes his Goddesse, they dance a Masque dance, and in the dance Juno observes loves glances to Eumorphe, and at the end of the dance, speaketh thus.
Jup.
How now (wanton?) Can I no where goe,
Jun.
Is this your Recreation? Fye! My Lord
Will you be wanton still? For here you came
Points at Eumorphe.
For some new Harlot, some new Queene for you.
Iup.
Juno, Wife.
Iuno.
Your Sister, (thunderer,) and not your Wife!
Banisht from Heaven I am; and your Bed,
Resigne them both to Strumpets, Concubines,
Points at Eumorphe.
And now you come to see a fresh new lasse
In which Pole now or in what part of heaven,
Shall she be stellified?
Jupit.
Shall still sinister thoughts wrong our intent,
Wel (Iuno) wel, you'le ever be a woman,
A very, very woman! But since she scolds,
Let's hence (yee Gods) lest her infectious breath
Blast the succeeding day: and mortals curse
Her hel-bred jealousie: Calumnious woman
Come scold in heaven! For if Gods liv'd on Earth
Suspitious tongues would blame most innocent mirth.
Here all the Gods and Goddesses ascend at the top of the ascent, Iuno stops and speakes.
Iun.
Wel! Iove lookt pale! I toucht him to the quicke!
'Tis some new Minion he came downe to see!
Harke (jealousie) know Juno is a woman!
Am I not mad yet? Mistris Bride, adiew:
Jove shal not steale a kisse? My curse is past,
When thou sleep'st first a Bride, mayst sleepe thy last.
Exit.
Cupid.
Faire Bride I sang thy Epithalamy,
And left Elisium for thy Nuptials:
Iuno here thundered 'gainst the Thunderer,
Knowing how thy beauty dazles hers,
She durst not let heavens King once glance a looke,
But threatned with her helbred incantations,
To metamorphise thine unparaleld
And most cælestiall shape into worse formes;
And more prodigious than ever poysoned charmes.
Wrought on the fabled Concubines of Iove:
Her everlasting guard to save such beauty,
Lest if thou perish, Nature her selfe
Loose her onely patterne of serenity,
But I must hast, Love which the Gods protect,
Can never be indangered by neglect.
Ascendit.
Amur.
Scahin, thine Art is excellent; but say,
Doe Gods fall out for love amongst themselves?
Scah.
My Lord, these are but fables: yet to make
The shew more pertinent, and to grace your Queene,
Conceipt tooke leave to put the frowne on Iuno.
Eum.
My Lords and friends, we shall be ever thankfull
And rest a Debtor to your curtesie.
Schah.
Not so faire Queen, but durst I now entreat
The Kings detaining from the sweets of Bed,
There yet remaines one thought upon conceipt,
Which you would doubly grace me to behold.
Amur.
Our worthy Tutor shall obtaine a Night,
A night of us, in any case we can!
Scah.
But then let me informe your Majesty,
That 'tis a warriers shew, which once you loved,
But now are free from.
Amur.
'Tis best of all, with greedinesse we'l see it,
O how the soule doth gratulate it selfe
When safely it beholds the dangerous state
Of others, and it selfe securely free!
Glad are we still to stand upon the shore,
And see a farre off others tost in the Sea,
Or in a Gallery at a Fencers stage,
We laugh when mutually each one takes wounds;
Sit still (Eumorphe) Scahin, thy shew in hast;
'Tis best delight, to thinke on troubles past.
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