The THIRD SCENES
Description.
Circe wth this speech deliueringe her wande to Ulysses
rests on ye lower parte of ye hill, while he goeing up the
hill & striking ye trees wth 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 wch 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 wth their chapters & bases guilte; ye top of
ye entrance beautifide wth postures of Satyres, Wood-Nymphes,
& othe anticke worke; as also ye sides &
corners: the coveringe archwise interwove wth boughes,
ye backe of it girt round wth a vine, & artificially done
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.
THEIR ATTIRE.
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 wth sprigge lace
spangled; long white sylke stockings; greene pumps, &
roses done oue wth syluer leaues; hattes of ye same stuffe,
& cut narrowe-brim'd, & risinge smaller compasse at ye
crowne, white wreath hatbandes, white plumes, egrettes
wth a greene fall, ruffe bands & cuffes.
Ulysses seuerally came & touch't euery one of them wth 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 wth 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 aftewch
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 wth 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 wch time they take out ye ladyes:
Songe.
Choose now amonge this fairest number,
Upon whose brestes love would for euer slumber:
Choose not amisse since you may where you wylle,
Or blame yourselues for choosinge ille.
Then doe not leaue, though ofte the musicke closes,
Till lillyes in their cheekes be turn'd to roses.
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, wth 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 wch 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.