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ALBIONS TRIVMPH.

PERSONATED IN A Maske at Court.

The first Song.

[Behold! I come not from above]

The first Chorus.

[Happy, thrice happy is that houre]

Happy, thrice happy is that houre
Wherein a God descends,
Eyther in person, or in powre
And Mans poore state befriends.

The second Song.

[Olimpian IOVE to the bright ALBA sends]

Olimpian IOVE to the bright ALBA sends
No vulgar God to beare his deare Commends.
And with pure eyes, and a paternall hand,
This Vniverse having survey'd, and span'd,
In Councell with himselfe, he hath decreed,
From fayre ALBIPOLIS shall soone proceede
A Triumph: Mighty, as the Man design'd
To weare those Bayes; Heroicke, as his mind;
Iust, as his actions; Glorious, as his Reigne.
And like his Vertues, Infinite in Treyne.
Th'Immortall Swannes, contending for his Name,
Shall beare it singing, to the House of Fame.
And though at distance yet High IOVE is pleas'd
Your laboring eyes shall with his sight be eas'd.
This from a God, vnto a Goddesse sent,
A God Relates, that could vse Complement:
But when such States, negotiate by such meanes
We speake in Acts, and scorne words trifling Scenes.

The second Chorus.

[Ye Powers Divine make roome, prepare a Seate]

Ye Powers Divine make roome, prepare a Seate
On the Northside, for ALBANACT the Great,
Earth is not fruitlesse: nor your nombers full,
Ther's One to come will make some Starrs looke dull.

The third Song.

[What mak's me so vnnimbly ryse]

MERCVRY.
What mak's me so vnnimbly ryse,
That did descend so fleete?
There is no vp-hill in the skyes;
Clouds stay not feathered feete.

CHORVS.
Thy wings are sing'd: and thou canst fly
But slowly now, swift MERCVRY.

MERCVRY.
Some Lady heere, is sure too blame
That from Loves starry skyes,
Hath shot some Beame, or sent some flame,
Like Lightning, from her Eyes.

CHORVS.
Taxe not the Starrs, with what the Sunne,
Too neere aproch't (insens't) hath done.

MERCVRY.
I'le rowle me in Auroras Dew,
Or lye in Tethis bed;
Or from coole Iris begge a few,
Pure Opale shewrs new shed.

CHORVS.
Nor Dew, nor shewers, nor sea can slake
Thy quenchlesse heate, but Lethes lake.

The Dialogue betweene Cvpid and Diana.

Cvpid.
Sit not secure, nor thinke in ease
Still vndispleas'd, your selues to please:
Diana, Chast Diana stoope,
And helpe to wound this warlike troope.

Diana.
Wants Love a Bowe, or shaft of mine?
This suit will make my Crescent shine.

Cvpid.
Love is grown wise, and meanes to bring
To his smart Bowe, a double string.
Behold our Marke? taks't thou not pride
In such a Glory to devide?

Diana.
I doe, I doe, since I am sure,
When we two ioyne, our flames are pure.

Cvpid and Diana.
As pure, and Cleere, as Albas skin,
As her faire Fame, or thoughts within:
Pure as my selfe; nay pure like Thee,
Now Love is that which Love should be.

The Chorus below sing.

[Bow-bearing Gods, shoote, shoote, and hit]

Bow-bearing Gods, shoote, shoote, and hit,
And make our Caesar greater yet:
Yet leave him with vs, Let him shine
Still heere; And make him all Devine

The fourth Song.

[Ye Worthies of this Ile]

The fift Song.

[Great ALBA though eche Grande heere]

Great ALBA though eche Grande heere,
At this High Court of thine,
Like a true Liege Man doth appeere,
And offers at thy Shryne:
It is no Conquest for thine Eyes,
When petty-Princes fall,
That are some single Beauties pryse,
Or a lone-Vertues Thrall:
Heere comes the Trophe of thy prayse,
The Monarch of these Iles,
The Mirror of thy Cheerefull Rayes,
And Glory of thy Smyles:
The Vertues and the Graces all,
Must meete in one, when such Starrs fall.

The sixth Song sung by the five Deities.

[Bles't Payre whose prayers like Incence rise]

Bles't Payre whose prayers like Incence rise,
Opening, and pulling downe the Skies
Take your Reward! Iust as yee mett,
So hand in hand live many a Day,
And may your Vertuous minds beget
Issue that never shall decay,
And so be fruitfull every way.
May Plenty Proteus-like appeare,
Varying your Pleasures every yeare.
Wee five come freely to impart,
Such favors as we can afforde:
One gives his

Concord.

Hand, the next his

Affection to the Countrey.

Heart,
The third her

Inocence.

Robe, the fourth her

Iustice.

Sword,
The fifth full many a

Religion.

Suppliant Word.
And to fulfill your future Blisse,
Sweete Peace salutes you with a Kisse.

Peace Sings alone the seventh Song.

[Frighted by Day; And in the Night diseas'd]

Frighted by Day; And in the Night diseas'd,
I fled to Heaven, and left the World displeas'd.
Fond Men that strive more for a Province there,
Then looking vpward to possesse a Sphere.
Yet vanquish't and Victorious, both at last,
Their weary Limmes, on my soft Bed would cast.

The Five.

[Lyons, and Lambs togeather lye]

Two 2
Lyons, and Lambs togeather lye,
When Lovly Peace stands smiling by

Two 2
Temples and Townes by thy stay'd hand,
First learne to Rise, And then to Stand.

All 5
'Tis not the Laurel Tree that brings,
Anointing Oyle for sacred Kings:
Those Princes see the happiest Dayes,
Whose Olive Branches stand for Bayes.

The eighth Song.

[Armes are layd by: Earely and late]

The 5. Deities
thus resolue them.
Imperious Peace her selfe Descends

The foure Gods.
Then here our search, and wonder ends,
Wee'l steale away

Peace.
Earths Rulers, stay!

The foure Gods.
Doth soft Peace call?

Peace.
Yes: and will streight employ yee All.

The foure Gods
How, and wherein?

The 5. in the lower Clowde.
Give eare, your Charge doth now begin.

Peace
gives them their Charge.
Neptune to Sea, And let no Sayle,
Meete Albions Fleete, But make it veile.
Bellona Arme, That Foes may see,
Their Lillies kept by Lyons be.
Their fruitfull fields (Cebele) make
Pay Centuple for all they take.
And let Both Indies (Pluto) meete,
And lay their wealth at ALBAS feete.

The foure Gods
reply
When Peace commands such pleasing things,
From Love and Time wee'l steale their wings.

The last generall Chorus.

[Loaden with Wealth and Honor may]

Loaden with Wealth and Honor may,
These Gods returne to crowne this Day,
And Mary-Charles whose mindes within,
And Bodyes make but Hymens Twin,
Long live they so, And Brest, to Brest,
May Angels sing them to their Rest.