Hem Venus Quoth The Boy Anon, I'Le Pierce The Proud'St, Had She A Heart Of Stone: With That I Cryde Out, Treason, Treason, When The Nimphes That Were Before, Turning Agen To Vnderstand The Meaning Of This Cry, They Out Of Sight Were Vanish'T Presently. Thus But For Me, The Mother And The Sonne, Here In Elizium, Had Vs All Vndone. Naijs. Beleeue Me, Gentle Maide, 'Twas Very Well, But Now Heare Me My Beauteous Florimel, Great Mars His Lemman Being Cryde Out Here, She To Felicia Goes, Still To Be Neare Th' Elizian Nimphes, For At Vs Is Her Ayme, The Fond Felicians Are Her Common Game. I Vpon Pleasure Idly Wandring Thither, Something Worth Laughter From Those Fooles To Gather, Found Her, Who Thus Had Lately Beene Surpriz'D, Fearing The Like, Had Her Faire Selfe Disguis'D Like An Old Witch, And Gaue Out To Haue Skill In Telling Fortunes Either Good Or Ill; And That More Nearly She With Them Might Close, She Cut The Cornes, Of Dainty Ladies Toes: She Gaue Them Phisicke, Either To Coole Or Mooue Them, And Powders Too To Make Their Sweet Hearts Loue Them: And Her Sonne Cupid, As Her Zany Went, Carrying Her Boxes, Whom She Often Sent To Know Of Her Faire Patients How They Slept. By Which Meanes She, And The Blinde Archer Crept Into Their Fauours, Who Would Often Toy, And Tooke Delight In Sporting With The Boy; Which Many Times Amongst His Waggish Tricks, These Wanton Wenches In The Bosome Prickes; That They Before Which Had Some Franticke Fits, Were By His Witchcraft Quite Out Of Their Wits. Watching This Wisard, My Minde Gaue Me Still She Some Impostor Was, And That This Skill Was Counterfeit, And Had Some Other End. For Which Discouery, As I Did Attend, Her Wrinckled Vizard Being Very Thin, My Piercing Eye Perceiu'D Her Cleerer Skin Through The Thicke Riuels Perfectly To Shine; When I Perceiu'D A Beauty So Diuine, As That So Clouded, I Began To Pry A Little Nearer, When I Chanc'T To Spye That Pretty Mole Vpon Her Cheeke, Which When I Saw; Suruaying Euery Part Agen, Vpon Her Left Hand, I Perceiu'D The Skarre Which She Receiued In The Troian Warre; Which When I Found, I Could Not Chuse But Smile. She, Who Againe Had Noted Me The While, And, By My Carriage, Found I Had Descry'D Her, Slipt Out Of Sight, And Presently Doth Hide Her. Lelipa. Nay Then My Dainty Girles, I Make No Doubt But I My Selfe As Strangely Found Her Out As Either Of You Both; In Field And Towne, When Like A Pedlar She Went Vp And Downe: For She Had Got A Pretty Handsome Packe, Which She Had Fardled Neatly At Her Backe: And Opening It, She Had The Perfect Cry, Come My Faire Girles, Let'S See, What Will You Buy. Here Be Fine Night Maskes, Plastred Well Within, To Supple Wrinckles, And To Smooth The Skin: Heer'S Christall, Corall, Bugle, Iet, In Beads, Cornelian Bracelets For My Dainty Maids: Then Periwigs And Searcloth-Gloues Doth Show, To Make Their Hands As White As Swan Or Snow: Then Takes She Forth A Curious Gilded Boxe, Which Was Not Opened But By Double Locks; Takes Them Aside, And Doth A Paper Spred, In Which Was Painting Both For White And Red: And Next A Piece Of Silke, Wherein There Lyes For The Decay'D, False Breasts, False Teeth, False Eyes And All The While Shee'S Opening Of Her Packe, Cupid With'S Wings Bound Close Downe To His Backe: Playing The Tumbler On A Table Gets, And Shewes The Ladies Many Pretty Feats. I Seeing Behinde Him That He Had Such Things, For Well I Knew No Boy But He Had Wings, I View'D His Mothers Beauty, Which To Me Lesse Then A Goddesse Said, She Could Not Be: With That Quoth I To Her, This Other Day, As You Doe Now, So One That Came This Way, Shew'D Me A Neate Piece, With The Needle Wrought, How Mars And Venus Were Together Caught By Polt-Foot Vulcan In An Iron Net; It Grieu'D Me After That I Chanc'T To Let, It To Goe From Me: Whereat Waxing Red, Into Her Hamper She Hung Downe Her Head, As She Had Stoup'T Some Noueltie To Seeke, But 'Twas Indeed To Hide Her Blushing Cheeke: When She Her Trinkets Trusseth Vp Anon, E'R We Were 'Ware, And Instantly Was Gone. Florimel. But Hearke You Nimphes, Amongst Our Idle Prate, Tis Current Newes Through The Elizian State, That Venus And Her Sonne Were Lately Seene Here In Elizium, Whence They Oft Haue Beene Banisht By Our Edict, And Yet Still Merry, Were Here In Publique Row'D O'R At The Ferry, Where As 'Tis Said, The Ferryman And She Had Much Discourse, She Was So Full Of Glee, Codrus Much Wondring At The Blind Boyes Bow. Naijs. And What It Was, That Easly You May Know, Codrus Himselfe Comes Rowing Here At Hand. Lelipa. Codrus Come Hither, Let Your Whirry Stand, I Hope Vpon You, Ye Will Take No State Because Two Gods Haue Grac'T Your Boat Of Late; Good Ferry-Man I Pray Thee Let Vs Heare What Talke Ye Had, Aboard Thee Whilst They Were. Codrus. Why Thus Faire Nimphes. As I A Fare Had Lately Past, And Thought That Side To Ply, I Heard One As It Were In Haste; A Boate, A Boate, To Cry, Which As I Was Aboute To Bring, And Came To View My Fraught, Thought I; What More Then Heauenly Thing, Hath Fortune Hither Brought. She Seeing Mine Eyes Still On Her Were, Soone, Smilingly, Quoth She; Sirra, Looke To Your Roother There, Why Lookst Thou Thus At Me? And Nimbly Stept Into My Boat, With Her A Little Lad Naked And Blind, Yet Did I Note, That Bow And Shafts He Had, And Two Wings To His Shoulders Fixt, Which Stood Like Little Sayles, With Farre More Various Colours Mixt, Then Be Your Peacocks Tayles; I Seeing This Little Dapper Elfe, Such Armes As These To Beare, Quoth I Thus Softly To My Selfe, What Strange Thing Haue We Here, I Neuer Saw The Like Thought I: Tis More Then Strange To Me, To Haue A Child Haue Wings To Fly, And Yet Want Eyes To See; Sure This Is Some Deuised Toy, Or It Transform'D Hath Bin, For Such A Thing, Halfe Bird, Halfe Boy, I Thinke Was Neuer Seene; And In My Boat I Turnd About, And Wistly Viewd The Lad, And Cleerely Saw His Eyes Were Out, Though Bow And Shafts He Had. As Wistly She Did Me Behold, How Likst Thou Him, Quoth She, Why Well, Quoth I; And Better Should, Had He But Eyes To See. How Sayst Thou Honest Friend, Quoth She, Wilt Thou A Prentice Take, I Thinke In Time, Though Blind He Be, A Ferry-Man Hee'll Make; To Guide My Passage Boat Quoth I, His Fine Hands Were Not Made, He Hath Beene Bred Too Wantonly To Vndertake My Trade; Why Helpe Him To A Master Then, Quoth She, Such Youths Be Scant, It Cannot Be But There Be Men That Such A Boy Do Want. Quoth I, When You Your Best Haue Done, No Better Way You'll Finde, Then To A Harper Binde Your Sonne, Since Most Of Them Are Blind. The Louely Mother And The Boy, Laught Heartily Thereat, As At Some Nimble Iest Or Toy, To Heare My Homely Chat. Quoth I, I Pray You Let Me Know, Came He Thus First To Light, Or By Some Sicknesse, Hurt, Or Blow, Depryued Of His Sight; Nay Sure, Quoth She, He Thus Was Borne, Tis Strange Borne Blind, Quoth I, I Feare You Put This As A Scorne On My Simplicity; Quoth She, Thus Blind I Did Him Beare, Quoth I, If'T Be No Lye, Then He 'S The First Blind Man Ile Sweare, Ere Practisd Archery, A Man, Quoth She, Nay There You Misse, He 'S Still A Boy As Now, Nor To Be Elder Then He Is, The Gods Will Him Alow; To Be No Elder Then He Is, Then Sure He Is Some Sprite I Straight Replide, Againe At This, The Goddesse Laught Out Right; It Is A Mystery To Me, An Archer And Yet Blinde; Quoth I Againe, How Can It Be, That He His Marke Should Finde; The Gods, Quoth She, Whose Will It Was That He Should Want His Sight, That He In Something Should Surpasse, To Recompence Their Spight, Gaue Him This Gift, Though At His Game He Still Shot In The Darke, That He Should Haue So Certaine Ayme, As Not To Misse His Marke. By This Time We Were Come A Shore, When Me My Fare She Payd, But Not A Word She Vttered More, Nor Had I Her Bewrayd, Of Venus Nor Of Cupid I Before Did Neuer Heare, But That Fisher Comming By Then, Told Me Who They Were. Florimel. Well: Against Them Then Proceed As Before We Haue Decreed, That The Goddesse And Her Child, Be For Euer Hence Exild, Which Lelipa You Shall Proclaime In Our Wise Apollo'S Name. Lelipa. To All Th' Elizian Nimphish Nation, Thus We Make Our Proclamation, Against Venus And Her Sonne For The Mischeefe They Haue Done, After The Next Last Of May, The Fixt And Peremtory Day, If She Or Cupid Shall Be Found Vpon Our Elizian Ground, Our Edict, Meere Rogues Shall Make Them, And As Such, Who Ere Shall Take Them, Them Shall Into Prison Put, Cupids Wings Shall Then Be Cut, His Bow Broken, And His Arrowes Giuen To Boyes To Shoot At Sparrowes, And This Vagabund Be Sent, Hauing Had Due Punishment To Mount Cytheron, Which First Fed Him: Where His Wanton Mother Bred Him, And There Out Of Her Protection Dayly To Receiue Correction; Then Her Pasport Shall Be Made, And To Cyprus Isle Conuayd, And At Paphos In Her Shryne, Where She Hath Been Held Diuine, For Her Offences Found Contrite, There To Liue An Anchorite. The Eight Nimphall Mertilla, Claia, Cloris. A Nimph Is Marryed To A Fay, Great Preparations For The Day, All Rites Of Nuptials They Recite You To The Brydall And Inuite You. Mertilla. But Will Our Tita Wed This Fay? Claia. Yea, And To Morrow Is The Day. Mertilla. But Why Should She Bestow Her Selfe Vpon This Dwarfish Fayry Elfe? Claia. Why By Her Smalnesse You May Finde, That She Is Of The Fayry Kinde, And Therefore Apt To Chuse Her Make Whence She Did Her Begining Take: Besides He 'S Deft And Wondrous Ayrye, And Of The Noblest Of The Fayry, Chiefe Of The Crickets Of Much Fame, In Fayry A Most Ancient Name. But To Be Briefe, 'Tis Cleerely Done, The Pretty Wench Is Woo'D And Wonne. Cloris. If This Be So, Let Vs Prouide The Ornaments To Fit Our Bryde. For They Knowing She Doth Come From Vs In Elizium, Queene Mab Will Looke She Should Be Drest In Those Attyres We Thinke Our Best, Therefore Some Curious Things Lets Giue Her, E'R To Her Spouse We Her Deliuer. Mertilla. Ile Haue A Iewell For Her Eare, (Which For My Sake Ile Haue Her Weare) 'T Shall Be A Dewdrop, And Therein Of Cupids I Will Haue A Twinne, Which Strugling, With Their Wings Shall Break The Bubble, Out Of Which Shall Leak, So Sweet A Liquor As Shall Moue Each Thing That Smels, To Be In Loue. Claia. Beleeue Me Gerle, This Will Be Fine, And To This Pendant, Then Take Mine; A Cup In Fashion Of A Fly, Of The Linxes Piercing Eye, Wherein There Sticks A Sunny Ray Shot In Through The Cleerest Day, Whose Brightnesse Venus Selfe Did Moue, Therein To Put Her Drinke Of Loue, Which For More Strength She Did Distill, The Limbeck Was A Phoenix Quill, At This Cups Delicious Brinke, A Fly Approching But To Drinke, Like Amber Or Some Precious Gumme It Transparant Doth Become. Cloris. For Iewels For Her Eares She'S Sped, But For A Dressing For Her Head I Thinke For Her I Haue A Tyer, That All Fayryes Shall Admyre, The Yellowes In The Full-Blowne Rose, Which In The Top It Doth Inclose Like Drops Of Gold Oare Shall Be Hung; Vpon Her Tresses, And Among Those Scattered Seeds (The Eye To Please) The Wings Of The Cantharides: With Some O' Th' Raine-Bow That Doth Raile Those Moons In, In The Peacocks Taile: Whose Dainty Colours Being Mixt With Th' Other Beauties, And So Fixt, Her Louely Tresses Shall Appeare, As Though Vpon A Flame They Were. And To Be Sure She Shall Be Gay, We'll Take Those Feathers From The Iay; About Her Eyes In Circlets Set, To Be Our Tita'S Coronet. Mertilla. Then Dainty Girles I Make No Doubt, But We Shall Neatly Send Her Out: But Let'S Amongst Our Selues Agree, Of What Her Wedding Gowne Shall Be. Claia. Of Pansie, Pincke, And Primrose Leaues, Most Curiously Laid On In Threaues: And All Embroydery To Supply, Powthred With Flowers Of Rosemary: A Trayle About The Skirt Shall Runne, The Silkewormes Finest, Newly Spunne; And Euery Seame The Nimphs Shall Sew With Th' Smallest Of The Spinners Clue: And Hauing Done Their Worke, Againe These To The Church Shall Beare Her Traine: Which For Our Tita We Will Make Of The Cast Slough Of A Snake, Which Quiuering As The Winde Doth Blow, The Sunne Shall It Like Tinsell Shew. Cloris. And Being Led To Meet Her Mate, To Make Sure That She Want No State, Moones From The Peacockes Tayle Wee'll Shred, With Feathers From The Pheasants Head: Mix'D With The Plume Of (So High Price,) The Precious Bird Of Paradice. Which To Make Vp, Our Nimphes Shall Ply Into A Curious Canopy. Borne O'Re Her Head (By Our Enquiry) By Elfes, The Fittest Of The Faery. Mertilla. But All This While We Haue Forgot Her Buskins, Neighbours, Haue We Not? Claia. We Had, For Those I'Le Fit Her Now, They Shall Be Of The Lady-Cow: The Dainty Shell Vpon Her Backe Of Crimson Strew'D With Spots Of Blacke; Which As She Holds A Stately Pace, Her Leg Will Wonderfully Grace. Cloris. But Then For Musicke Of The Best, This Must Be Thought On For The Feast. Mertilla. The Nightingale Of Birds Most Choyce, To Doe Her Best Shall Straine Her Voyce; And To This Bird To Make A Set, The Mauis, Merle, And Robinet; The Larke, The Lennet, And The Thrush, That Make A Quier Of Euery Bush. But For Still Musicke, We Will Keepe The Wren, And Titmouse, Which To Sleepe Shall Sing The Bride, When Shee'S Alone The Rest Into Their Chambers Gone. And Like Those Vpon Ropes That Walke On Gossimer, From Staulke To Staulke, The Tripping Fayry Tricks Shall Play The Euening Of The Wedding Day. Claia. But For The Bride-Bed, What Were Fit, That Hath Not Beene Talk'D Of Yet. Cloris. Of Leaues Of Roses White And Red, Shall Be The Couering Of Her Bed: The Curtaines, Valence, Tester, All, Shall Be The Flower Imperiall, And For The Fringe, It All Along With Azure Harebels Shall Be Hung: Of Lillies Shall The Pillowes Be, With Downe Stuft Of The Butterflee. Mertilla. Thus Farre We Handsomely Haue Gone, Now For Our Prothalamion Or Marriage Song Of All The Rest, A Thing That Much Must Grace Our Feast. Let Vs Practise Then To Sing It, Ere We Before Th' Assembly Bring It: We In Dialogues Must Doe It, The My Dainty Girles Set To It. Claia. This Day Must Tita Marryed Be, Come Nimphs This Nuptiall Let Vs See. Mertilla. But Is It Certaine That Ye Say, Will She Wed The Noble Faye? Cloris. Sprinckle The Dainty Flowers With Dewes, Such As The Gods At Banquets Vse: Let Hearbs And Weeds Turne All To Roses, And Make Proud The Posts With Posies: Shute Your Sweets Into The Ayre, Charge The Morning To Be Fayre. Claia. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Mertilla. } To Be Married To A Faye. Claia. By Whom Then Shall Our Bride Be Led To The Temple To Be Wed. Mertilla. Onely By Your Selfe And I, Who That Roomth Should Else Supply? Cloris. Come Bright Girles, Come Altogether, And Bring All Your Offrings Hither, Ye Most Braue And Buxome Beuye, All Your Goodly Graces Leuye, Come In Maiestie And State Our Brydall Here To Celebrate. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Faye. Claia. Whose Lot Wilt Be The Way To Strow On Which To Church Our Bride Must Goe? Mertilla. That I Think As Fit'St Of All, To Liuely Lelipa Will Fall. Cloris. Summon All The Sweets That Are, To This Nuptiall To Repayre; Till With Their Throngs Themselues They Smother, Strongly Styfling One Another; And At Last They All Consume, And Vanish In One Rich Perfume. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Faye. Mertilla. By Whom Must Tita Married Be, 'Tis Fit We All To That Should See? Claia. The Priest He Purposely Doth Come, Th' Arch Flamyne Of Elizium. Cloris. With Tapers Let The Temples Shine, Sing To Himen, Hymnes Diuine: Load The Altars Till There Rise Clouds From The Burnt Sacrifice; With Your Sensors Fling Aloofe Their Smels, Till They Ascend The Roofe. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Fay. Mertilla. But Comming Backe When She Is Wed, Who Breakes The Cake Aboue Her Head. Claia. That Shall Mertilla, For Shee'S Tallest, And Our Tita Is The Smallest. Cloris. Violins, Strike Vp Aloud, Ply The Gitterne, Scowre The Crowd, Let The Nimble Hand Belabour The Whistling Pipe, And Drumbling Taber: To The Full The Bagpipe Racke, Till The Swelling Leather Cracke. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Fay. Claia. But When To Dyne She Takes Her Seate What Shall Be Our Tita'S Meate? Mertilla. The Gods This Feast, As To Begin, Haue Sent Of Their Ambrosia In. Cloris. Then Serue We Vp The Strawes Rich Berry, The Respas, And Elizian Cherry: The Virgin Honey From The Flowers In Hibla, Wrought In Flora'S Bowers: Full Bowles Of Nectar, And No Girle Carouse But In Dissolued Pearle. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Fay. Claia. But When Night Comes, And She Must Goe To Bed, Deare Nimphes What Must We Doe? Mertilla. In The Posset Must Be Brought, And Poynts Be From The Bridegroome Caught. Cloris. In Maskes, In Dances, And Delight, And Reare Banquets Spend The Night: Then About The Roome We Ramble, Scatter Nuts, And For Them Scramble: Ouer Stooles, And Tables Tumble, Neuer Thinke Of Noyse Nor Rumble. Mertilla. } For Our Tita Is This Day, Claia. } Married To A Noble Fay. The Ninth Nimphall Mvses And Nimphs. The Muses Spend Their Lofty Layes, Vpon Apollo And His Prayse; The Nimphs With Gems His Alter Build, This Nimphall Is With Phoebus Fild. A Temple Of Exceeding State, The Nimphes And Muses Rearing, Which They To Phoebus Dedicate, Elizium Euer Cheering: These Muses, And Those Nimphes Contend This Phane To Phoebus Offring, Which Side The Other Should Transcend, These Praise, Those Prizes Proffering, And At This Long Appointed Day, Each One Their Largesse Bringing, Those Nine Faire Sisters Led The Way Thus To Apollo Singing. The Muses. Thou Youthfull God That Guid'St The Howres, The Muses Thus Implore Thee, By All Those Names, Due To Thy Powers, By Which We Still Adore Thee. Sol, Tytan, Delius, Cynthius, Styles Much Reuerence That Have Wonne Thee, Deriu'D From Mountaines As From Iles Where Worship First Was Done Thee. Rich Delos Brought Thee Forth Diuine, Thy Mother Thither Driven, At Delphos Thy Most Sacred Shrine, Thy Oracles Were Giuen. In Thy Swift Course From East To West, They Minutes Misse To Finde Thee, That Bear'St The Morning On Thy Breast, And Leau'St The Night Behinde Thee. Vp To Olimpus Top So Steepe, Thy Startling Coursers Currying; Thence Downe To Neptunes Vasty Deepe, Thy Flaming Charriot Hurrying. Eos, Ethon, Phlegon, Pirois, Proud, Their Lightning Maynes Aduancing:[3] Breathing Forth Fire On Euery Cloud Vpon Their Iourney Prancing. Whose Sparkling Hoofes, With Gold For Speed Are Shod, To Scape All Dangers, Where They Upon Ambrosia Feed, In Their Celestiall Mangers. Bright Colatina, That Of Hils[4] Is Goddesse, And Hath Keeping Her Nimphes, The Cleere Oreades Wils T'Attend Thee From Thy Sleeping. Great [5]Demogorgon Feeles Thy Might, His Mynes About Him Heating: Who Through His Bosome Dart'St Thy Light, Within The Center Sweating. If Thou But Touch Thy Golden Lyre, Thou Minos Mou'St To Heare Thee: The Rockes Feele In Themselues A Fire,[6] And Rise Vp To Come Neere Thee. 'Tis Thou That Physicke Didst Deuise Hearbs By Their Natures Calling: Of Which Some Opening At Thy Rise, And Closing At Thy Falling. Fayre Hyacinth Thy Most Lou'D Lad, That With The Sledge Thou Sluest; Hath In A Flower The Life He Had, Whose Root Thou Still Renewest, Thy Daphne Thy Beloued Tree, That Scornes Thy Fathers Thunder, And Thy Deare Clitia Yet We See, Not Time From Thee Can Sunder;[7] From Thy Bright Bow That Arrow Flew (Snatcht From Thy Golden Quiver) Which That Fell Serpent Python Slew, Renowning Thee For Euer. The Actian And The Pythian Games Deuised Were To Praise Thee,[8] With All Th' Apolinary Names That Th' Ancients Thought Could Raise Thee. A Shryne Vpon This Mountaine Hie, To Thee We'll Haue Erected, Which Thou The God Of Poesie Must Care To Haue Protected: With Thy Loud Cinthus That Shall Share, With All His Shady Bowers, Nor Licia'S Cragus Shall Compare With This, For Thee, Of Ours. Thus Hauing Sung, The Nimphish Crue Thrust In Amongst Them Thronging, Desiring They Might Haue The Due That Was To Them Belonging. Quoth They, Ye Muses As Diuine, Are In His Glories Graced, But It Is We Must Build The Shryne Wherein They Must Be Placed; Which Of Those Precious Gemmes We'll Make That Nature Can Affoord Vs, Which From That Plenty We Will Take, Wherewith We Here Have Stor'D Vs: O Glorious Phoebus Most Diuine, Thine Altars Then We Hallow. And With Those Stones We Build A Shryne To Thee Our Wise Apollo. The Nimphes. No Gem, From Rocke, Seas, Running Streames, (Their Numbers Let Vs Muster) But Hath From Thy Most Powerfull Beames The Vertue And The Lustre; The Diamond, The King Of Gemmes, The First Is To Be Placed, That Glory Is Of Diadems, Them Gracing, By Them Graced: In Whom Thy Power The Most Is Seene, The Raging Fire Refelling: The Emerauld Then, Most Deepely Greene, For Beauty Most Excelling, Resisting Poyson Often Prou'D By Those About That Beare It. The Cheerfull Ruby Then, Much Lou'D, That Doth Reuiue The Spirit, Whose Kinde To Large Extensure Growne The Colour So Enflamed, Is That Admired Mighty Stone The Carbunckle That'S Named, Which From It Such A Flaming Light And Radiency Eiecteth, That In The Very Dark'St Of Night The Eye To It Directeth. The Yellow Iacynth, Strengthening Sense, Of Which Who Hath The Keeping, No Thunder Hurts Nor Pestilence, And Much Prouoketh Sleeping: The Chrisolite, That Doth Resist Thirst, Proued, Neuer Failing, The Purple Colored Amatist, 'Gainst Strength Of Wine Prevailing; The Verdant Gay Greene Smaragdus, Most Soueraine Ouer Passion: The Sardonix Approu'D By Vs To Master Incantation. Then That Celestiall Colored Stone The Saphyre, Heauenly Wholly, Which Worne, There Wearinesse Is None, And Cureth Melancholly: The Lazulus, Whose Pleasant Blew With Golden Vaines Is Graced; The Iaspis, Of So Various Hew, Amongst Our Other Placed; The Onix From The Ancients Brought, Of Wondrous Estimation, Shall In Amongst The Rest Be Wrought Our Sacred Shryne To Fashion; The Topas, We'll Stick Here And There, And Sea-Greene Colored Berill, And Turkesse, Which Who Haps To Beare Is Often Kept From Perill, To Selenite, Of Cynthia'S Light, So Nam'D, With Her Still Ranging, Which As She Wanes Or Waxeth Bright Its Colours So Are Changing. With Opalls, More Then Any One, We'll Deck Thine Altar Fuller, For That Of Euery Precious Stone, It Doth Retaine Some Colour; With Bunches Of Pearle Paragon Thine Altars Vnderpropping, Whose Base Is The Cornelian, Strong Bleeding Often Stopping: With Th' Agot, Very Oft That Is Cut Strangely In The Quarry, As Nature Ment To Show In This, How She Her Selfe Can Varry: With Worlds Of Gems From Mines And Seas Elizium Well Might Store Vs: But We Content Our Selues With These That Readiest Lye Before Vs: And Thus O Phoebus Most Diuine Thine Altars Still We Hallow, And To Thy Godhead Reare This Shryne Our Onely Wise Apollo. The Tenth Nimphall Naiis, Claia, Corbilvs, Satyre. A Satyre On Elizium Lights, Whose Vgly Shape The Nimphes Affrights, Yet When They Heare His Iust Complaint, They Make Him An Elizian Saint. Corbilus. What; Breathles Nimphs? Bright Virgins Let Me Know What Suddaine Cause Constraines Ye To This Haste? What Haue Ye Seene That Should Affright Ye So? What Might It Be From Which Ye Flye So Fast? I See Your Faces Full Of Pallid Feare, As Though Some Perill Followed On Your Flight; Take Breath A While, And Quickly Let Me Heare Into What Danger Ye Haue Lately Light. Naijs. Neuer Were Poore Distressed Gerles So Glad, As When Kinde, Loued Corbilus We Saw, When Our Much Haste Vs So Much Weakned Had, That Scarcely We Our Wearied Breathes Could Draw, In This Next Groue Vnder An Aged Tree, So Fell A Monster Lying There We Found, As Till This Day, Our Eyes Did Neuer See, Nor Euer Came On The Elizian Ground. Halfe Man, Halfe Goate, He Seem'D To Vs In Show, His Vpper Parts Our Humane Shape Doth Beare, But He'S A Very Perfect Goat Below, His Crooked Cambrils Arm'D With Hoofe And Hayre. Claia. Through His Leane Chops A Chattering He Doth Make Which Stirres His Staring Beastly Driueld Beard, And His Sharpe Hornes He Seem'D At Vs To Shake, Canst Thou Then Blame Vs Though We Are Afeard. Corbilus. Surely It Seemes Some Satyre This Should Be, Come And Goe Back And Guide Me To The Place, Be Not Affraid, Ye Are Safe Enough With Me, Silly And Harmlesse Be Their Siluan Race. Claia. How Corbilus; A Satyre Doe You Say? How Should He Ouer High Parnassus Hit? Since To These Fields There'S None Can Finde The Way, But Onely Those The Muses Will Permit. Corbilus. 'Tis True; But Oft, The Sacred Sisters Grace The Silly Satyre, By Whose Plainnesse, They Are Taught The Worlds Enormities To Trace, By Beastly Mens Abhominable Way; Besyde He May Be Banisht His Owne Home By This Base Time, Or Be So Much Distrest, That He The Craggy By-Clift Hill Hath Clome To Finde Out These More Pleasant Fields Of Rest. Naijs. Yonder He Sits, And Seemes Himselfe To Bow At Our Approach, What Doth Our Presence Awe Him? Me Thinks He Seemes Not Halfe So Vgly Now, As At The First, When I And Claia Saw Him. Corbilus. 'Tis An Old Satyre, Nimph, I Now Discerne, Sadly He Sits, As He Were Sick Or Lame, His Lookes Would Say, That We May Easly Learne How, And From Whence, He To Elizium Came. Satyre, These Fields, How Cam'St Thou First To Finde? What Fate First Show'D Thee This Most Happy Store? When Neuer Any Of Thy Siluan Kinde Set Foot On The Elizian Earth Before? Satyre. O Neuer Aske, How I Came To This Place, What Cannot Strong Necessity Finde Out? Rather Bemoane My Miserable Case, Constrain'D To Wander This Wide World About: With Wild Silvanus And His Woody Crue, In Forrests I, At Liberty And Free, Liu'D In Such Pleasure As The World Ne'R Knew, Nor Any Rightly Can Conceiue But We. This Iocond Life We Many A Day Enioy'D, Till This Last Age, Those Beastly Men Forth Brought, That All Those Great And Goodly Woods Destroy'D. Whose Growth Their Grandsyres, With Such Sufferance Sought, That Faire Felicia Which Was But Of Late, Earth'S Paradice, That Neuer Had Her Peere, Stands Now In That Most Lamentable State, That Not A Siluan Will Inhabit There; Where In The Soft And Most Delicious Shade, In Heat Of Summer We Were Wont To Play, When The Long Day Too Short For Vs We Made, The Slyding Houres So Slyly Stole Away; By Cynthia'S Light, And On The Pleasant Lawne, The Wanton Fayry We Were Wont To Chase, Which To The Nimble Clouen-Footed Fawne, Vpon The Plaine Durst Boldly Bid The Base. The Sportiue Nimphes, With Shouts And Laughter Shooke The Hils And Valleyes In Their Wanton Play, Waking The Ecchoes, Their Last Words That Tooke, Till At The Last, They Lowder Were Then They. The Lofty Hie Wood, And The Lower Spring, Sheltring The Deare, In Many A Suddaine Shower; Where Quires Of Birds, Oft Wonted Were To Sing, The Flaming Furnace Wholly Doth Deuoure; Once Faire Felicia, But Now Quite Defac'D, Those Braueries Gone Wherein She Did Abound, With Dainty Groues, When She Was Highly Grac'D With Goodly Oake, Ashe, Elme, And Beeches Croun'D: But That From Heauen Their Iudgement Blinded Is, In Humane Reason It Could Neuer Be, But That They Might Haue Cleerly Seene By This, Those Plagues Their Next Posterity Shall See. The Little Infant On The Mothers Lap For Want Of Fire Shall Be So Sore Distrest, That Whilst It Drawes The Lanke And Empty Pap, The Tender Lips Shall Freese Vnto The Breast; The Quaking Cattle Which Their Warmstall Want, And With Bleake Winters Northerne Winde Opprest, Their Browse And Stouer Waxing Thin And Scant, The Hungry Groues Shall With Their Caryon Feast. Men Wanting Timber Wherewith They Should Build, And Not A Forrest In Felicia Found, Shall Be Enforc'D Vpon The Open Field, To Dig Them Caues For Houses In The Ground: The Land Thus Rob'D, Of All Her Rich Attyre, Naked And Bare Her Selfe To Heauen Doth Show, Begging From Thence That Iove Would Dart His Fire Vpon Those Wretches That Disrob'D Her So; This Beastly Brood By No Meanes May Abide The Name Of Their Braue Ancestors To Heare, By Whom Their Sordid Slauery Is Descry'D, So Vnlike Them As Though Not Theirs They Were, Nor Yet They Sense, Nor Vnderstanding Haue, Of Those Braue Muses That Their Country Song, But With False Lips Ignobly Doe Depraue The Right And Honour That To Them Belong; This Cruell Kinde Thus Viper-Like Deuoure That Fruitfull Soyle Which Them Too Fully Fed; The Earth Doth Curse The Age, And Euery Houre Againe, That It These Viprous Monsters Bred. I Seeing The Plagues That Shortly Are To Come Vpon This People Cleerely Them Forsooke: And Thus Am Light Into Elizium, To Whose Straite Search I Wholly Me Betooke. Naijs. Poore Silly Creature, Come Along With Vs, Thou Shalt Be Free Of The Elizian Fields: Be Not Dismaid, Nor Inly Grieued Thus, This Place Content In All Abundance Yeelds. We To The Cheerefull Presence Will Thee Bring, Of Ioues Deare Daughters, Where In Shades They Sit, Where Thou Shalt Heare Those Sacred Sisters Sing, Most Heauenly Hymnes, The Strength And Life Of Wit: Claia. Where To The Delphian God Vpon Their Lyres His Priests Seeme Rauisht In His Height Of Praise: Whilst He Is Crowning His Harmonious Quiers With Circling Garlands Of Immortall Bayes. Corbilus. Here Liue In Blisse, Till Thou Shalt See Those Slaues, Who Thus Set Vertue And Desert At Nought: Some Sacrific'D Vpon Their Grandsires Graues, And Some Like Beasts In Markets Sold And Bought. Of Fooles And Madmen Leaue Thou Then The Care, That Haue No Vnderstanding Of Their State: For Whom High Heauen Doth So Iust Plagues Prepare, That They To Pitty Shall Conuert Thy Hate. And To Elizium Be Thou Welcome Then, Vntill Those Base Felicians Thou Shalt Heare, By That Vile Nation Captiued Againe, That Many A Glorious Age Their Captiues Were.