Lingva : Or The Combat of the Tongue, And the fiue Senses For Superiority A pleasant Comoedie |
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SCEN. vltima.
Avditvs, &c.Avd.
Hearke, hearke, hearke, hearke, peace, peace, O peace:
O sweete, admirable, Swanlike heauenly, hearke, O most mellifluous
straine, O what a pleasant cloase was there, O full, most
delicate.
Com. Sen.
How now Phantastes, is Auditus mad?
Phan.
Let him alone, his musicall head is alwaies full of od
crotchets.
Avd.
Did you marke the dainty dryuing of the last
pointe, an excellent maintayning of the songe, by the choise
timpan of mine eare, I neuer heard a better, hist, st, st, hearke,
why theres a cadence able to rauish the dullest Stoicke.
I know not, what to thinke on him.
Avd.
There how sweetly the plane-song was dissolued into
descant, and how easily they came of with the last rest, hearke,
hearke, the bitter sweetest Achromaticke.
Com. Sen.
Auditus.
Avd.
Thankes good Apollo for this timely grace, neuer
could'st thou in fitter: O more then most musicall harmony, O
most admirable consort, haue you no eares? doe you not heare
this musicke?
Phan.
It may bee good, but in my opinion, they rest too
long in the beginning.
Avd.
Are you then deafe? do you not yet perceiue the wondrous
sound the heauenly orbes do make with their continuall
motion, hearke, hearke, O hony sweete.
Com. Sen.
What tune do they play?
Avd.
Why such a tune as neuer was, nor euer shalbe heard,
marke now, now marke, now, now.
Phan.
List, list list,
Avd.
Hearke O, sweete, sweete sweete.
Phan.
List how my heart enuies my happy eares, hisht, by
the gold strung harpe of Apollo, I heare the celestiall musicke of
the spheares, as plainely as euer Pithagoras did, O most excellent
diapason good, good, good. It plaies fortune my foe, as distinctly
as may be.
Com. Sen.
As the foole thinketh, so the bell clinketh, I protest
I heare no more then a post.
Phan.
What, the Laualta hay? nay if the heauens fiddle,
Phansy must needes dance.
Com. S.
Prethe sit stil, thou must dance nothing but the passing
measures. Memory do you heare this harmony of the spheares?
Mem.
Not now my Lord, but I remember about some 4000.
yeares ago, whē the Skie was first made, we heard very perfectly.
Ana.
By the same token the first tune the planets plaied, I remēber
Venus the treble ran sweet diuision vpō Saturne the base.
The first tune they plaied was Sellengers roūd, in memory wherof
euer since, it hath beene called the beginning of the world.
Com. Sen.
How comes it we cannot heare it now.
Mem.
Our eares are so well acquainted with the sounde,
that we neuer marke it. As I remember the Egiptian Catadupes
is so familiar vnto them.
Com. Sen.
Haue you no other obiects to iudge by, then these Auditus?
Avd.
This is the rarest and most exquisite,
Most sphericall, diuine, angelicall,
But since your duller eares cannot perceiue it:
May it please your Lordship to with draw your selfe,
Vnto this neigh-boring groue, there shall you see:
How the sweete treble, of the chirping birds,
And the soft stirring of the mooued leaues.
Running delightfull descant to the sound,
Of the base murmuring of the bubling brooke,
Becomes a consort of good instruments.
While twenty babling ecchoes round aboute,
Out of the stony concaue of their mouth:
Restore the vanish't musicke of each cloase,
And fill your eares full with redoubled pleasure.
Com. Sen.
I will walke with you very willingly, for I growe
weary of sitting. Come Maister Register, and Maister Phantastes,
Exeunt omnes.
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