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The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour.
A Masque Presented by his Highness at his Palace in the Middle Temple.
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The Triumphs of the Prince D'Amour. A Masque Presented by his Highness at his Palace in the Middle Temple.
Sir, this short journey from my Princes Throne,
Is meant in Embassie to you alone;
To you, whom he receives not as his Guest,
For you are both his Ornament and Feast.
Although his Greatness is not taught to bow,
His Subjects fear, he will do homage now,
Which, he esteems no less'ning to his State,
Since 'tis his Love decrees it, not his Fate.
Nay more, his Message, moves so low, I fear,
What sounds like tender Courtship in your ear,
His jealous Barons will dislike, and cry,
I am perverted to Disloyalty;
Urge my Commission false, then tax me for
An easie Traytor, no Ambassador.
As if my words would pull his Empire down,
Shorten his Scepter, and contract his Crown;
Thus whisper'd by my fears, I must impart
For Ceremony now, what is his heart,
Though with content of Truth, I may report
You have a num'rous Faction in his Court.
This Pallace first, by sword, then law maintain'd
His few, but mighty Ancestors have raign'd,
Is consecrated yours; which he doth give,
Not in regard he hath short time to live;
For so, since his Successor is unknown,
You take what is his Subjects, not his own,
And what is a Surrender now, would be
Receiv'd to morrow as a Legacv:
If more of his free love, I should relate,
They'd stile it homage in our jealous state.
Is meant in Embassie to you alone;
To you, whom he receives not as his Guest,
For you are both his Ornament and Feast.
Although his Greatness is not taught to bow,
His Subjects fear, he will do homage now,
Which, he esteems no less'ning to his State,
Since 'tis his Love decrees it, not his Fate.
Nay more, his Message, moves so low, I fear,
What sounds like tender Courtship in your ear,
His jealous Barons will dislike, and cry,
I am perverted to Disloyalty;
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An easie Traytor, no Ambassador.
As if my words would pull his Empire down,
Shorten his Scepter, and contract his Crown;
Thus whisper'd by my fears, I must impart
For Ceremony now, what is his heart,
Though with content of Truth, I may report
You have a num'rous Faction in his Court.
This Pallace first, by sword, then law maintain'd
His few, but mighty Ancestors have raign'd,
Is consecrated yours; which he doth give,
Not in regard he hath short time to live;
For so, since his Successor is unknown,
You take what is his Subjects, not his own,
And what is a Surrender now, would be
Receiv'd to morrow as a Legacv:
If more of his free love, I should relate,
They'd stile it homage in our jealous state.
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Come shut our Temple and away,Our bold seditious God shall stay;
We'll serve no sacrafice to day,
Our humor is to Feast, not Pray.
2
The Battel which our Knights have won,Did last until th'amaz'd Sun
For fear, did mend his usual pace,
And set betimes to hide his face.
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And now the story of their fightIs universal, as his light,
Which Fame upon her swifter wing
Hath early brought for us to sing.
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Heark! heark! the trouble of the day draws near,And now the Drum doth teach the heart to beat,
Whilst Trumpets cherish not, but wound the ear
Of such, who are ordain'd for a defeat.
Chorus.
Heark! heark! some groan, and curse uncertain Fate,Which us for blood and ruine, doth create.
2
Charge! charge! cries ev'ry bold ambitious Knight,Whilst artificial darkness hid their way,
The lightning of their Swords was all their light,
For dust, and sulphrous clouds had chock'd the day
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Chorus.
Heark! heark! some groan, and curse uncertain Fate,Which us for blood and ruine doth create.
3
Burn, burn, was straight the noyse in ev'ry Tent,Whilst some mis-led by their disorder'd fear,
Did help to kindle what they should prevent,
And scap'd the Van to perish in the Rear.
Chorus.
Heark! heark! some groan, and curse uncertain Fate,Which us for blood and ruine doth create.
4
Fly, fly, cryes then the tame dejected Foe,Each wondring at the terror which he feels,
And in the hurry of their overthrow,
Forsook their Arms, and trusted to their heels.
Chorus.
Heark! heark! some groan, and curse uncertain Fate,Which us for blood and ruine, doth create.
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Stand! stand! was now the word our Knights did give,For weary of pursuit, they had no will
To grace with death, who basely sought to live,
As if unworthy of their pains to kill.
Chorus.
Heark! heark! some groan, and curse uncertain Fate,Which us for blood and ruine, doth create.
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Whither so gladly, and so fast,As if you knew all danger past
Of Combat, and of War?
As you believ'd my arms were bound,
Or when I shoot, still ev'ry wound
I make is but a scar.
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2
Arme now your brests with shields of steel,And plates of Brass, yet you shall feel
My arrows are so keen,
Like lightning that not hurts the Skin,
Yet melts the solid parts within,
They'l wound although unseen.
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My Mother taught me long agoTo aym my shafts, and draw my Bow
When Mars she did subdue.
And now you must resign to Love,
Your warlike hearts, that she may prove
Those antick Stories true.
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Unarm! unarme! no more your fightsMust cause the virgins tears,
But such as in the silent nights,
Spring rather from their fears.
2
Such diff'rence as when Doves do bill,Must now be all your strife:
For all the blood that you shall spill,
Will usher in a life.
3
And when your Ladies falsly coyShall timerous appear,
Believe, they then would fain enjoy
What they pretend to fear.
4
Breath then each others Breath, and kissYour soules to union:
And whilst they shall injoy this bliss,
Your bodies too, are one.
5
Too morrow will the hasty SunBe fear'd more of each Lover,
For hindring to repeat what's done,
Than what it may discover.
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Make room for our God too, make room,For now surpriz'd, and ravish'd with delight
Apollo is from Delphos come,
T'inspire, and breath himself in every Knight.
2
His God-head is inclin'd to proveHow justly proud, and happy you will be,
When with the powers of War and Love,
He shall unite his wiser Deity.
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Then still, as if not made of Earth,Express your thankfulness in active pleasure.
Whilst you design your hearts to Mirth,
Your ears to numbers, and your feet to measure.
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Behold, how this conjunction thrives!His radiant beams Apollo strives
So much to strengthen and increase,
As growth and verdure nere should cease.
2
Come you industrious slaves of plenty, bringAll that is hop'd for in an Eastern Spring:
Or all that Autumne yields, when she doth pay
Those promis'd hopes where 'tis perpetual day.
3
Come strew this ground (delay us not with s[illeg.]owth)Strew till we walk on sweet Cicilian Flowres,
To prove how Seeds have hastned in their growth,
Drop Indian Fruits, as thick as April showres.
The Song of Valediction, after the Banquet.
Priests of Mars.
The furious Steed, the Phyph and Drum
Invite you still to Triumphs of the War,
Till you as glorious shall become
On Earth as Mars, in Heaven as bright a Star.
Invite you still to Triumphs of the War,
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On Earth as Mars, in Heaven as bright a Star.
Priests of Venus.
The Balmes rich swet, the Myrhs sweet tears
Perfume your breath when you would Passion move:
And may her heart, that you indears,
The center be, her Eye the Sphear of Love!
Priests of Apollo.
And may your Language be of force
To body winds, and animate the Trees,
So full of wonder your discourse,
Till all your guesses shall be Prophecies.
Chorus of all.
May our three Gods so long conjoyn,
To raise your soul, and rarifie your sense,
Till you are render'd so Divine,
'Twill be no Sin t' implore your Influence.
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The Masquers Names, according as they were rank'd by
their Antiquity, in that Noble Society.
- Tho. Maunsel.
- Will. Morgan.
- Will. Wheeler.
- Mich. Hutchenson.
- Laur. Hyde.
- Tho. Bourke.
- Edw. Smyth.
- Edw. Turnor.
- Tho. Way.
- Tho. Trenchard.
- Geo. Probert.
Those in the First Anti-Masque.
- Phillip Morgan.
- John Freman.
- John Bramston.
- Ed. Smyth.
- Clement Spillman.
- John Norden.
- Will. Lysle.
Those in the Second Anti-Masque.
- John Stepkin.
- Charles Adderly.
- John Ratcliffe.
- Rich. May.
- Giles Hungerford.
The Musick of the Songs and Symphanies were excellently composed by Mr. Henry, and Mr. William Laws his Majesties Servants.
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