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I shall be
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Father's residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish'd presence; and beside
All the swains, that there abide,
With jigs and rural dance resort ;
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere:
Come, let us haste, the stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town and the
President's Castle ; then come in Country Dancers ;
after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two
BROTHERS and the LADY.
Spi. Back, Shepherds, back; enough your play,
Till next sun-shine holiday:
Here be, without duck1 or nod,
Other trippings to be trod
Of lighter toes, and such court guise
As Mercury did first devise,
With the mincing Dryades,
On the lawns, and on the leas.
This second Song presents them to their Father and
Mother. Noble Lord, and Lady bright, I have brought ye new delight;
Here behold so goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own;
Heaven hath timely tried their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth
And sent them here through hard assays
With a crown of deathless praise,
To triumph in victorious dance
O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance.
The Dances being ended, the Spirit epiloguizes.
Spi. To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky;
There I suck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That sing about the golden tree :
Along the crisped shades and bowers
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring;
The Graces, and the rosy-bosom’d Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring;
There eternal Summer dwells,
And West-winds, with musky wing,
About the cedars' alleys fling
Nard and Cassia's balmy smells.
Iris there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hue
Than her purfled2 scarf can shew;
And drenches with Elysian dew
(List, mortals, if your ears be true),
Beds of hyacinth and roses,
! • Hesperus : ' see Ovid, Met. ix. -- Purfled :' fringed.
Where young Adonis oft
Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits the Assyrian queen :1
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid, her fam'd son, advanc'd
Holds his dear Psyche2 sweet entranc'd,
After her wandering labours long,
Till free consent the Gods among
Make her his eternal bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy: so Jove hath sworn.
But now my task is smoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run,
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend ;
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.
Mortals, that would follow me,
Love Virtue; she alone is free:
She can teach ye how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime;8
Or if Virtue feeble were,
Heaven itself would stoop to her.
"" Assyrian queen:' Venus.—2 «Cupid' and 'Psyche :' see Emerson's · Essay on Love.'_3 Sphery chime:' music of spheres.
PRESENTED AT HAREFJELD, BEFORE THE COUNTESS-DOWAGER
Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look,
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry,
Too divine to be mistook :
This, this is she 2
To whom our vows and wishes bend ;
Here our solemn search hath end.
Fame, that, her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise :
Less than half we find exprest
Envy bid conceal the rest.
''Arcades :' the fragment of a larger performance, the rest of which was probably in prose. It was performed at Harefield before the Countess of Derby, its heroine, not later than 1636. She was married at the time to Lord Chancellor Egerton, and died in 1635–6. She was related to Edmund Spenser, who celebrated her, when a widow, in his .Colin Clout's come home again,' as Amaryllis. – -: This is she :' namely, the Countess of Derby.
Mark, what radiant state she spreads,
In circle round her shining throne,
Shooting her beams like silver threads ;
This, this is she alone,
Sitting, like a goddess bright,
In the center of her light.
Might she the wise Latonal be,
Or the tower'd Cybele,2
Mother of a hundred gods?
Juno dares not give her odds :
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity so unparalleld?
As they come forward, the Genius of the Wood appears,
and turning towards them, speaks.
Gen. Stay, gentle Swains ; for, though in this disguise,
I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes ;
Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung
Of that renowned flood, so often sung,
Divine Alphéus, who by secret sluice
Stole under seas, to meet his Arethuse;
And ye, the breathing roses of the wood,
Fair silver-buskin’d Nymphs, as great and good ;
I know, this quest of yours, and free intent,
Was all in honour and devotion meant
To the great mistress of yon princely shrine,
Whom with low reverence I adore as mine ;
And, with all helpful service, will comply
To further this night's glad solemnity;