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The Scene ARCADIA.
The first presentation is of three Nymphs strewing severall sorts or flowers, followed by an old Shepherd with a Censer and perfumes.
NYMPH I.
Thus , thus, begin the yearly rites
Are due to PAN on these bright nights;
His Morne now riseth, and invites
To sports, to dances, and delights:
All Envious, and Prophane away,
This is the Shepherds Holy-day.

NYMPH II.
Strew, strew, the glad and smiling ground
With every flower, yet not confound
The Prime-rose drop, the Springs owne spouse,
Bright Dayes-eyes, and the lips of Cowes,
The Garden-star, the Queene of May,
The Rose, to crowne the Holy-day.

NYMPH III.
Drop, drop you Violets, change your hues,
Now red, now pale, as Lovers use,
And in your death goe out as well,
As when you liv'd unto the smell:
That from your odour all may say,
This is the Shepherds Holy-day.

SHEPHERD.
Well done my pretty ones, raine Roses still,
Untill the last be drapt: Then hence: and fill
Your fragrant prickles for a second shower,
Bring Corn-flag, Tulips, and Adonis flower,
Faire Oxe-eye, Goldy-locks, and Columbine,
Pinkes, Goulands, King-cups, and sweet Sops-in-wine,
Blew Harebells, Pagles, Pansies, Calaminth,
Flower-gentle, and the faire-hair'd Hyacinth,
Bring rich Carnations, Floure-de-luces, Lillies,
The chequ'd, and purple-ringed Daffodillies,
Bright Crowne-imperiall, Kings-speare, Holy-hocks,
Sweet Venus Navill, and soft Lady-smocks,
Bring too, some branches forth of Daphnes haire,
And gladdest myrtle for these postes to weare
With Spikenard weav'd, and Marjoram betweene,
And star'd with yellow-golds, and Meadowes Queene,
That when the Altar, as it ought is drest,
More odour come not from the Phænix nest;
The breadth thereof Panchaia may envie,
The colours China, and the light the skye.

LOUD MUSIQUE.
The Scene opens, and in it are the Masquers discover'd sitting about the Fountaine of light.
The Musicians attyr'd like the Priests of Pan standing in the worke beneath them, when entreth to the old Shepherd.
A Fencer flourishing.

Roome for an old Trophie of Time; a Sonne of the sword, a Servant
of Mars, the Minion of the Muses, and a Master of Fence. One that
hath showne his quarters, and plaid his prizes at all the games of Greece
in his time; as Fencing, Wrestling, Leaping, Dauncing, what not? And
hath now usher'd hither by the light of my long-sword certaine bold
Boyes of Bæotia, who are come to challenge the Arcadians at their owne
sports, call them forth on their owne holy-day, and Daunce them down
on their owne Greene-swarth.

SHEPHERD.

'Tis boldly attempted, and must be a Bæotian enterprise by the face of
it, from all the parts of Greece else, especially at this time when the best
and bravest spirits of Arcadia, called together by the excellent Arcas, are
yonder sitting about the Fountaine of light, in consultation of what honours
they may doe the great Pan by encrease of anniversarie rites fitted
to the Musique of his peace.

FENCER.

Peace to thy Pan, and mum to thy Musique, Swaine; There is a Tinker
of Thebes a comming, called Epam, with his kettle will make all Arcadia
ring of him; What are your sports for the purpose? say, if singing, you
shall be sung downe, if dauncing, daunc'd downe. There is no more to
be done with you, but know what; which it is; and you are in smoke,
gone, vapour'd, vanish'd, blowne, and (as a man would say) in a word
of two sillables, Nothing.

SHEPHERD.

This is short, though not so sweet. Surely the better part of the solemnitie
here will be dauncing.

FENCER.

Enough; They shall be met with instantly in their owne sphere, the
sphere of their owne activitie a daunce. But by whom, expect: No Cynætheian,
nor Satyres; but (as I said) Boyes of Bæotia; thinges of Thebes,
(the Towne is ours, Shepheard) mad merry Greekes, Lads of life, that
have no gall in us, but all ayre and sweetnesse. A Tooth-drawer is our
Foreman, that if there be but a bitter tooth in the company, it may bee
called out at a twitch; he doth command any mans teeth out of his head
upon the point of his Poynard; or tickles them forth with his ryding
rod: Hee drawes teeth a horse-backe in full speed, yet hee will daunce a
foot, he hath given his word: He is yeoman of the mouth to the whole
Brotherhood, and is charged to see their gummes bee cleane, and their
breath sweet, at a minutes warning. Then comes my learned Theban, the
Tinker I told you of, with his kettle Drum (before and after) a Master
of Musique, and a man of mettall; He beates the march to the tune of
Tickle-foot, Pam, pam, pam, brave Epam with a nondas. That's the straine.

SHEPHERD.

A high one.

FENCER.

Which is followed by the trace, and tract of an excellent Juggler, that
can juggle with every joynt about him, from head to heele. He can doe
tricks with his toes, wind silke, and thred Pearle with them, as nimble a
fine fellow of his feet, as his hands: For there is a noble Corne-cutter his
companion, hath so pared, and finified them—. Indeed, he hath taken
it into his care, to reforme the feet of all, and fit all their footing to a
forme; onely ones play-foot in the company, and he is a Bellowes-mender,
allow'd who hath the looking to of all their lungs by patent, and by
his place is to set that leg afore still, and with his puffes keepes them in
breath during pleasure; A Tinder-box-man to strike new fire into them at
every turne, and where he spies any brave sparke that is in danger to goe
out, plie him with a match presently.

SHEPHERD.

A most politique provision.

FENCER.

Nay, we have made our provisions beyond example, I hope. For to
these there is annexed a Clock-keeper, a grave person, as Time himselfe,
who is to see that they all keepe time to a nick, and move every elbow in
order, every knee in compasse. He is to wind them up, and draw them
downe as he sees cause; Then is there a subtile shrewd-bearded Sir, that

hath beene a Politician, but is now a maker of Mouse-traps, a great Inginer
yet; and he is to catch the Ladyes favours in the Daunce with certaine
cringes he is to make; and to baite their benevolence. Nor can wee
doubt of the successe, for we have a Prophet amongst us of that peremptorie
pate, a Taylour, or master Fashioner, that hath found it out in a painted
cloth, or some old hanging (for those are his Librarie) that we must
conquer in such a time, and such a halfe time, therefore bids us goe on
crosse-leg'd, or however thred the needles of our owne happinesse, goe
through-stitch with all, unwind the clew of our cares, he hath taken measure
of our mindes, and will fit our fortune to our footing. And to better
assure us; at his owne charge, brings his Philosopher with him, a
a great Clerke, who (they say) can write, and it is shrewdly suspected
but he can read too: And he is to take the whole Daunces from the foot
by Brachygraphie, and so make a memoriall, if not a map of the businesse. Come forth lads, and doe your owne turnes.

The Antimasque is Daunced. After which
FENCER.

How like you this Shepheard? was not this geare gotten on a holyday?

SHEPHERD.

Faith, your folly may deserve pardon, because it hath delighted: But,
beware of presuming, or how you offer comparison with persons so
neere Deities. Behold where they are, that are now forgiven you, whom
should you provoke againe with the like, they will justly punish that
with anger, which they now dismisse with contempt, Away.

HYMNE I.
1.
Of Pan we sing, the best of Singers Pan
That taught us swaines, how first to tune our layes,
And on the pipe more aires then Phœbus can.

Cho.
Heare O you groves, and hills resound his praise.

2.
Of Pan we sing, the best of Leaders, Pan
That leads the Nayad's, and the Dryad's forth;
And to their daunces more then Hermes can.

Cho.
Heare O you groves, and hills, resound his worth.

3.
Of Pan we sing, the best of Hunters, Pan
That drives the Heart to seeke unused wayes,
And in the chace more then Sylvanus can,

Cho.
Heare, O you groves, and hills resound his praise.

4.
Of Pan we sing, the best of Shepherds, Pan,
That keepes our flocks, and us, and both leads forth
To better pastures then great Pales can:

Cho.
Heare O you groves, and hills resound his worth.
And while his powers, and praises thus we sing
The Valleys let rebound, and all the river's ring.

The Masquers descend, and dance their Entrie.
HYMNE II.
[Chorus.]
Pan is our All, by him we breath, wee live,
Wee move, we are; 'Tis he our lambes doth reare,
Our flocks doth blesse, and from the store doth give
The warme and finer fleeces that we weare.
He keepes away all heates, and colds,
Drives all diseases from our folds:
Makes every where the spring to dwell,
The Ewes to feed, their udders swell;
But if he frowne, the sheepe (alas)
The Shepheards wither, and the grasse.
Strive, strive, to please him then by still increasing thus
The rites are due to him, who doth all right for us.

The Maine Daunce.
HYMNE III.
[Chorus.]
If yet, if yet
Pans orgies you will further fit,
See where the silver-footed Fayes doe sit,
The Nymphes of wood and water;
Each trees, and Fountaines daughter,
Goe take them forth, it will be good
To see some wave it like a wood,
And others wind it like a flood;
In springs,
And rings,
Till the applause it brings,
Wakes Eccho from her seate,
The closes to repeate.
( Ech.
The closes to repeate)
Eccho the truest Oracle on ground,
Though nothing but a sound.
Ech.
Though nothing but a sound.)
Belov'd of Pan, the Vallyes Queene
( Ech.
The Valleyes Queene)
And often heard, though never seene,
( Ech.
Though never seene.)

REVELLS.
Fencer.

Roome, roome there: where are you Shepheard? I am come againe
with my second part of my bold Bloods, the brave Gamesters: who assure
you by me, that they perceive no such wonder in all is done here, but
that they dare adventure another tryall. They looke for some sheepish devises
here in Arcadia, not these, and therefore a hall, a hall they demand.

Shepherd.

Nay, then they are past pittie, let them come, and not expect the anger
of a Deitie to pursue them, but meet them. They have their punishment
with their fact. They shall be sheepe.

Fencer.

O spare me, by the law of Nations, I am but their Ambassadour.

Shepherd.

You speake in time Sir.

2. ANTIMASQUE.
Shepherd.

Now let them returne with their solide heads, and carry their stupiditie
into Bœotia, whence they brought it, with an embleme of themselves,
and their Countrey. This is too pure an aire for so grosse Braines.

HYMNE IIII.
[Chorus.]

SHEPHERD.
Now each returne unto his Charge,
And though to day you have liv'd at large,
And well your flocks have fed their fill,
Yet doe not trust your hirelings still.
See, yond they goe, and timely doe
The office you have put them to,
But if you often give this leave
Your sheepe, and you they will deceave.