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And that the times be true. Por.

Then, chanting, Pro.

Then, Up with their notes, they raise the prince of men, Sar. And sing the present prophesy that goes,

Of joining the bright Lily and the Rose.
Cho. See! all the flowers,
Pro That spring the banks along,

Do move their heads unto that under song,
Cho. Saron, Portunus, Proteus, help to bring

Our primrose in, the glory of the spring ;
And tell the daffodil, against that day,
That we prepare new garlands fresh as May,

And interweave the myrtle and the bay.
This sung, the island goes back, whilst the Upper

Chorus takes it from them, and the Masquers prepare

for their figure.
Cho. Spring all the graces of the age,

And all the loves of time;
Bring all the pleasures of the stage,

And relishes of rhyme.
Add all the softnesses of courts,

The looks, the laughters, and the sports;
And mingle all their sweets, and salts,

That none may say, the triumph halts.
The Masquers dance their Entry, or FIRST

DANCE. Which done, the first prospective, a maritime palace, or the house of OCEANUS is discovered to loud music.

The other above is no more seen.
Johp. Behold the palace of Oceanus !
Hail, reverend structure! boast no more to us
Thy being able all the gods to feast;
We saw enough; when Albion was thy guest.

Here the MEASURES. After which, the second prospective, a sea, is shown

to the former music. Johp. Now turn, and view the wonders of the

deep, Where Proteus' herds, and Neptune's ores do keep, Where all is plough'd, yet still the pasture's green; New ways are found, and yet no paths are seen. Here PROTEUS, PORTUNUS, SARON, go up to the

Ladies with this SONG. Pro. Come, noble nymphs, and do not hide

The joys for which you so provide : Sar. If not to mingle with the men,

What do you here? Go home agen.
Por. Your dressings do confess,

By what we see, so curious parts
Of Pallas, and Arachne's arts,

That you could mean no less.
Pro. Why do you wear the silk-worm's toils,

Or glory in the shell-fish' spoils ;
Or strive to shew the grains of ore
That you have gather'd on the shore,

Whereof to make a stock
To graft the greener emerald on,

Or any better water'd stone,
Sar. Or ruby of the rock.
Pro. Why do you smell of amber-grise,

Of which was formed Neptune's niece,
The queen of love; unless you can,

Like sea-born Venus, love a man ?
Sar.

Try, put yourselves unto't. Cho. Your looks, your smiles, and thoughts that meet, Ambrosian hands, and silver feet,

Do promise you will dot. .

The REVELS follow.

Which ended, the fleet is discovered, while the three

cornets play. Johp. 'Tis time, your eyes should be refresh'd at

length With something new, a part of Neptune's strength, See yond', his fleet, ready to go or come, Or fetch the riches of the Ocean home, So to secure him, both in peace and wars,

, Till not one ship alone, but all be stars.

Then the last

SONG.
Pro. Although we wish the glory still might last

Of such a night, and for the causes past :
Yet now, great lord of waters, and of isles,

Give Proteus leave to turn unto his wiles.
Por. And whilst young Albion doth thy labours ease,

Dispatch Portunus to the ports.
Sar.

And Saron to the seas,
To meet old Nereus, with his fifty girls,
From aged Indus laden home with pearls,

And orient gums, to burn unto thy name.
Cho. And may thy subjects' hearts be all on flame,

Whilst thou dost keep the earth in firm estate,
And mongst the winds dost suffer no debate;
But both at sea, and land, our powers increase,
With health, and all the golden gifts of peace.
After which they danced their last DANCE.

AND THUS IT ENDED.

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LOVE'S TRIUMPH THROUGH

CALLIPOLIS.

PERFORMED IN A MASQUE AT Court, 1630. By

HIS MAJESTY, WITH THE LORDS AND

GENTLEMEN ASSISTING.

The Inventors, BEN JONSON; INIGO JONES.

Quando magis dignos licuit spectare triumphos ?

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