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<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="modern notice">
<PB REF="1">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<HEAD>The Masque of Augures</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Quarto 1621-2 C. 39. c.34. Ashely 9<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"></HEAD>
<P>The text of the masque is identical in both copies, but C. 39. c. 34 has on B4 ve<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2+ letters"> a final note of acknowledgements to Inigo Jones, Ferrabosco and Lanier. I know no other copy containing this note.</P>
<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE>13 June, 1938</DATE></DATELINE> <SIGNED>Percy Simpson</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="modern notice">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<HEAD>The Masque of Augures. 1621.</HEAD>
<P>Gifford expressly laments the want of a quarto edition of this masque of Ben Jonson's. It is very rare. The only copy for sale for many years produced <ABBR>L</ABBR> 12 at Sotheby's two or three years ago.</P>
<P>C. 39. c. 34.</P>
<P>K&punc; J&punc; B.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<P>THE MASQVE OF AVGVRES.</P>
<P>WITH THE SEVERAL <HI>Antima&s;ques.</HI></P>
<P>Pre&s;ented on Twelfe night.</P>
<P>1621.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="3">
<PB REF="3">
<STAGE>The first Antima&s;que hath <HI>for the Scene, The COVRT-BVTTRYHATCH.</HI></STAGE>
<P>The Pre&s;enters are from Saint KATHERINES.</P>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>NOTCH.</HI> A Brewers Clarke.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>SLVG.</HI> A Lighter-man.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>VAN-GOOSE.</HI> A rare Artist.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>LADY.</HI> Ale-wife.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Her two Women.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Three dauncing Beares.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>VRSON.</HI> The Beare-ward.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>GROOME of the REVELS.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="masque">
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>COme, now my head's in, Ile eu'n venter the whole. I ha &s;een the Lions ere now; and he that hath &s;eene them, may &s;ee the King.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke he may: but haue a care you goe not too high (neighbour NOTCH) lea&s;t you chance to haue a Tally made of your pate, and be clawed with a cudgell. There is as much danger in going too neere the King, as the Lions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whether? whether now <HI>Gam&s;ters?</HI> what is the bu&s;ine&s;&s;e? the affaire? &s;top I be&s;eech you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>This mu&s;t be an Officer, or nothing, he is &s;o peart, and briefe in his demands! a prettie man! and a prettie man is a little o'this &s;ide nothing. How&s;oeuer,
<PB REF="4">we mu&s;t not be daunted now. I am &s;ure I am, a greater man then he out of the Court, and I haue lo&s;t nothing of my &s;ize &s;ince I came into it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey-da! whats this! A hog&s;head of beere broke out of the Kings Buttry, or &s;ome <HI>Dutch</HI> hulke! whether are you bound? The wind is again&s;t you: you mu&s;t backe: doe you know where you are?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, if we be not mi&s;taken, wee are at the Court, and would be very glad to &s;peak with &s;ome|thing of le&s;&s;e authoritie, and more wit, that knowes a little, in the place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOME.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I know as little as any man in the place: &s;peake, what is your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e? I am an Of|ficer, GROOME of the REVELS; I may and mu&s;t aske you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be not too mu&s;tie Sir; our de&s;ire is onely to know, whether the Kings Maie&s;tie and the Court expect any Di&s;gui&s;e here to night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;gui&s;e! what meane you by that? do you thinke his Maie&s;tie &s;its here to expect drunkards?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, if he did, I beleeue you would &s;up|ply that place better, then you doe this. Di&s;gui&s;e was the olde Engli&s;h word for a Ma&s;que Sir, before you were an Implement belonging to the REVELS.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is no &s;uch word in the Office now, I a&s;&s;ure you Sir: I haue &s;eru'd heere Man and Boy a prenti&s;hip or twaine, and I &s;hould know. But (by what name &s;oeuer you call it) heere will be a Ma&s;que, and &s;hall be a Ma&s;que, when you and the re&s;t of your <HI>Com|rogues</HI> &s;hall &s;it di&s;guis'd in the &s;tocks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure, by your language, you were neuer meant for a Courtier, how&s;oeuer it hath been your ill fortune to bee taken out of the ne&s;t young: you are
<PB REF="4">&s;ome Con&s;tables Egge, &s;ome &s;uch Widgin of authori|tie, you are &s;o ea&s;ily offended! Our comming was to &s;hew our loues, Sir, and to make a little merry with his Maie&s;tie to night, and wee haue brought a Ma&s;que with vs, if his Maie&s;tie had not been better prouided.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOME.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who you? you a Ma&s;que? why you &s;tinke like &s;o many bloat herrings newly taken out of the chimney! In the name of ignorance whence came you? or what are you? you haue beene hangd in the &s;moake &s;ufficiently, that is &s;melt out already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, we doe come from among the Brew|hou&s;es in Saint KATHERINS, that's true, there you haue &s;moak'd vs (the Docke comfort your no&s;trils) and wee may haue liued in a mi&s;t there, and &s;o mi&s;t our purpo&s;e: but for mine owne part, I haue brought my properties with me to expre&s;&s;e what I am, the keyes of my calling hang heere at my girdle; and this, the regi|&s;ter booke of my function, &s;hewes me no le&s;&s;e then a Clerke at all points, and a Brewers Clerke, and a Brew|ers head-Clerke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>A man of account Sir! I cry you mercy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>I Sir, I knew him a fine Merchant, a Mer|chant of hops, till all hopt into the water.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOTCH.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more of that, what I haue bin, I haue bin: what I am, I am. I PETER NOTCH Clearke, hearing the CHRISTMAS Inuention was drawne dry at Court, and that neither the Kings POET, nor his ARCHITECT had wherewithall left to entertaine &s;o much as a Baboone of qualitie, nor &s;carce the <HI>Wel&s;h</HI> Emba&s;&s;ador if hee &s;hould come there; out of my alle|geance to wit, drew in &s;ome other friends, that haue as it were pre&s;umed out of our owne naturals, to fill vp the <HI>Vacuum</HI> with &s;ome pretty pre&s;entation, which wee
<PB REF="5">haue addre&s;t, and conuei'd hither in a lighter at the ge|neral charge, and landed at the back-doore of the But|tery, through my neighbour SLVGS credit there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>A poore Lighterman Sir, one that hath had the honour &s;ometimes to lay in the Kings Beere there, and I a&s;&s;ure you I heard it in no wor&s;e place, then the very Buttry, for a certaine, there would be no Ma&s;que, and from &s;uch as could command a Iacke of Beere two or three.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dat is all true, exceeding true, de Inuentors be barren, lo&s;t, two, dre, vour mile, I know that from my &s;elua: dey haue no ting, no ting van deir owne, but var dey take vrom de eard, or de zea, or de heauen, or de hell, or de re&s;tuan de vier elementen, de place a, dat be &s;o common as de venche in de</HI> Burdello. <HI>Now, me vould bring in &s;ome daintie new ting, dat neuer vas, nor neuer &s;all be, in de</HI> rebus natura! <HI>dat has never van de</HI> mater, <HI>nor de</HI> vorme, <HI>nor de head, nor de voot, but is a</HI> mera deui&s;a <HI>of de braine</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GROOM.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hey-da, what HANS FLVTTERKIN is this? what do's this <HI>Dutchman</HI> build, or talke of? Ca&s;tles in the ayre?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is no <HI>Dutchman</HI> Sir, he is a <HI>Brittaine</HI> borne, but hath learned to mi&s;u&s;e his owne tongue in trauell, and now &s;peaks all languages in ill <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI> A rare Arti&s;t he is Sir, &amp; a Proiector of Ma&s;ques. His proiect in ours, is, that wee &s;hould all come from the three <HI>dancing Beares,</HI> a famous Alehou&s;e in Saint <HI>Katherines</HI> (you may hap know it Sir), hard by where the Prie&s;t fell in, which Alehou&s;e is kept by a di&s;tre&s;t Lady, who&s;e name (for the honour of Knighthood) will not be knowne, yet &s;hee is come in per&s;on, errant, to fill vp the aduenture with her two Women that draw drinke vnder her, Gentlewo|men borne, all three I a&s;&s;ure you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>And were three of tho&s;e Gentlewomen, that
<PB REF="5">&s;hould haue acted in that famous matter of <HI>Englands Ioy,</HI> in <HI>&s;ixe hundred and three.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>LADY.</SPEAKER>
<P>What talke you of <HI>Englands Ioy,</HI> Gentlemen? you haue another matter in hand ywis, <HI>Englands Sport,</HI> if you can manage it. The poore Cattell yonder, are pa&s;|&s;ing away the time with a cheat loafe and a bumbard, how will you di&s;po&s;e of them?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cattell? what Cattell do's &s;he meane?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>LADY.</SPEAKER>
<P>No wor&s;e then the Kings Game I a&s;&s;ure you: Beares of quality and fa&s;hion, right Beares, true Beares!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>A deuice, onely to expre&s;&s;e the place from whence we come (my Ladies hou&s;e) for which we haue borrowed three very Beares, that (as her Ladi&s;hip afore|&s;aid &s;ayes) are well bred, and can dance to pre&s;ent the Signe, and the Beareward to &s;tand for the Signe-po&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>That is prety: but are you &s;ure you haue &s;uffici|ent Beares for the purpo&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very &s;ufficient Beares, as any are in the ground: and can dance at fir&s;t &s;ight, and play their owne tunes, if need bee. IOHN VRSON the Beareward offers to play them with any Citie-Dancers, chri&s;tned, for a ground mea&s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry, for lofty tricks, or dancing on the ropes, he will not vndertake: it is out of their element, he &s;ayes. Sir, all our reque&s;t is, &s;ince we are come, we may bee ad|mitted, if not for a Ma&s;que, for an Antick Ma&s;que: and as we &s;hall de&s;erue therein, we de&s;ire to be returned with credit to the Buttry, from whence we came, for reward; or to the Porters Lodge, for our puni&s;hment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>To be whipt with your Beares? Well, I could bee willing to venter a good word in behalfe of the Game, if I were a&s;&s;ured the afore&s;aid Game would be cleanly, and not fright the Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>For that, Sir, the Bearward hath put in &s;ecuri|tie, by warranting my Lady and her Women to dance the whole Changes with them in &s;afety; and for their abu&s;ing the place, you &s;hal not need to feare, for he hath giuen them a kind of diet-bread, to bind them, to their good behauiour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, let them come: If you need one, Ile helpe you my &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Dance.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>How like you? how like you?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GRO.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Excellaunt.</HI> The Beares haue done learnedly, and &s;weetly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Tis no ting, tis no ting, vill you &s;ee &s;ome ting? Ick &s;all bring in de groat</HI> Turk&s;chen, <HI>met all zin</HI> Ba&s;hawes, <HI>and zin dirty tow&s;and</HI> Yanit&s;aries, <HI>met all zin Whooren, Eunu|ken, all met an auder, de</HI> Sofie <HI>van</HI> Per&s;ia, <HI>de</HI> Tartar Cham, <HI>met de groat King of</HI> Mogull, <HI>and make deir men, and deir hor&s;e, and deir elephanten be &s;eene fight in de ayre, and hee all killen, and aliuen! and no &s;u&s;h ting. And al dis, met de</HI> ars, <HI>van de</HI> Catropricks, <HI>by de refle&s;hie van de gla&s;&s;en.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, he is an admirable Arti&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>And a halfe Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where will he place his gla&s;&s;es?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Fow, dat is all ean! as it be two, dree, vier, vife tou|&s;and mile of, Ick &s;all</HI> multipliren <HI>de</HI> vizioun, <HI>met an ander &s;e|tret dat Ick heb. Spreck, vat vil you heben?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir put him toot, bid him doe &s;omething that is impo&s;sible: he will vndertake it, I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do not like the <HI>Mogull,</HI> nor the great <HI>Turke,</HI> nor the <HI>Tartar,</HI> their names are &s;omwhat too big for the roome: marry if he could &s;hew vs &s;ome Country-plaiers &s;trolling about in &s;euerall &s;hires, without licence from the office; that would plea&s;e, I know whom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or &s;ome Wel&s;h Pilgrims.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Pilgrim? Now you talke of de Pilgrim, it come in my head, Ick vill &s;hew you all de whole braue Pilgrim o' de vorld: de Pilgrim dat go now, now, at de in&s;tant, two, dree, tow&s;and mile to de great</HI> Mahomet, <HI>at de</HI> Mecha, <HI>or here, dere, euery where, make de fine Labyrints, and &s;hew all de braue error in de vorld.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>SLVG.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hall we &s;ee it here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Yau, here, here, here in dis roome, dis very roome: vel, vat is dat to you, if Ick do de ting? vat an Diuell, vera boten Deuill?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, good Sir be not angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>NOT.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis a di&s;ea&s;e that followes all excellent men, they cannot gouerne their pa&s;sions, but let him alone, trie him one bout.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GR.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would try him, but what has all this to doe with our Ma&s;que?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VAN.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>O Sir, all de better, vor an Antick-ma&s;que, de more ab&s;urd it be, and vrom de purpo&s;e, it be euer all de better. If it goe from de</HI> nature <HI>of de ting, it is de more</HI> art, <HI>for dere is</HI> Art, <HI>and dere is</HI> Nature; <HI>you &s;hall &s;ee.</HI> Hochos-pochos. Fa|bros Palabros.</P>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The &s;econd Antima&s;que.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Which is a perplex'd dance of &s;traying, and deform'd Pil|grims, taking &s;euerall pathes, till with the opening of the light aboue, and breaking forth of <HI>APOLLO,</HI> they are all frighted away, and the Mayne Ma&s;que begins.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>APOLLO</HI> de&s;cending &s;ings.</STAGE>
<SP>
<L>IT is no Dreame, you all doe wake and &s;ee:</L>
<L>Behold, who comes! far-&s;hooting PHOEBVS, he</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L> That can both hurt, and heale; and with his voyce</L>
<L>Reare Townes, and make Societies reioyce;</L>
<L>That taught the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> all their harmony;</L>
<L>And men the tunefull art of <HI>Augury;</HI></L>
<L>APOLLO &s;toopes: and, when a God de&s;cends,</L>
<L>May Mortals thinke he hath no vulgar ends.</L>
<STAGE>Being neare the earth, hee calls the&s;e per&s;ons following, who come forth, as from their Tombes.</STAGE>
<L>LINVS, and ORPHEVS, BRANCHVS, IDMON, all</L>
<L>My &s;acred &s;onnes, ri&s;e, at your Fathers call,</L>
<L>From your immortall graues, where &s;leepe, not death,</L>
<L>Yet binds your powers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>LINVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>ORPHEVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>BRANCHVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;acred breath</L>
<L>Doth re-in&s;pire vs!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>IDMON.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who is this we feele!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>PHOEMONOE.</SPEAKER>
<L>What heat creepes through me, as when burning &s;teele</L>
<L>Is dipt in water!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, PHOEMONOE,</L>
<L>Thy Father PHAEBVS'S fury filleth thee;</L>
<L>Confe&s;&s;e my Godhead: once againe I call,</L>
<L>Let whole APOLLO enter in you all,</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L> And follow me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>We flye, we do not tread,</L>
<L>The Gods doe v&s;e to raui&s;h whom they lead.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>APOLLO,</HI> de&s;cended, &s;hewes them where the King &s;its, and &s;ings forward.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>Behold the loue and care of all the Gods,</L>
<L>King of the <HI>Ocean,</HI> and the happie Iles,</L>
<L>That whil&s;t the world about him is at ods,</L>
<L>Sits crowned Lord here of him&s;elf, and &s;miles.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;ee the erring mazes of Mankind,</L>
<L>Who &s;eeke for that, doth puni&s;h them to find.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Then he aduanceth with them to the King.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prince of thy peace, &s;ee what it is to loue</L>
<L>The powers aboue!</L>
<L>IOVE hath commanded me</L>
<L>To vi&s;it thee:</L>
<L>And in thine honour with my mu&s;ick reare</L>
<L>A Colledge here</L>
<L>Of tune-full <HI>Augnrs,</HI> who&s;e diuining skill</L>
<L>Shall waite thee &s;till,</L>
<L>Aud be the <HI>Heralds</HI> of his highe&s;t will.</L>
<L>The worke is done,</L>
<L>And I haue made their <HI>Pre&s;ident</HI> thy Sonne.</L>
<L>Great MARS too, on the&s;e nights,</L>
<L>Hath added <HI>Salian</HI> rites.</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L> Yond, yond, afarre,</L>
<L>They clo&s;ed in their Temple are,</L>
<L>And each one guided by a &s;tarre.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha&s;te, ha&s;te, to meete them, and as they aduance,</L>
<L>Twixt euery dance,</L>
<L>Let vs interpret their prophetick trance.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Here they fetch out the Ma&s;quers, and come before them with the Torch-bearers along the Stage, &s;inging this full Song.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO and CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Which way, and whence the lightning flew,</L>
<L>Or how it burned, bright, and blew,</L>
<L>De&s;igne, and figure by your lights:</L>
<L>Then forth, and &s;hew the &s;euerall flights</L>
<L>Your Birds haue made, or what the wing,</L>
<L>Or voyce in <HI>Augurie</HI> doth bring.</L>
<L>Which hand the <HI>Crow</HI> cry'd on, how high</L>
<L>The <HI>Vultur,</HI> or the <HI>Erne</HI> did flie,</L>
<L>What wing the <HI>Swan</HI> made, and the <HI>Doue,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Storke,</HI> and which did get aboue:</L>
<L>Shew all the birds of food, or pray.</L>
<L>But pa&s;&s;e by the vnlucky <HI>Iay,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Night-Crow, Swallow,</HI> or the <HI>Kite,</HI></L>
<L>Let tho&s;e haue neither rite,</L>
<L>Nor part,</L>
<L>In this nights art.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Torch-Bearers Dance.</HEAD>
<STAGE>After which the <HI>AVGVRS</HI> lay by their &s;taues, and dance their Entry. Which done, <HI>APOLLO,</HI> and the re&s;t interpret the Augurie.</STAGE>
<SP>
<PB REF="8">
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;ignes are lucky all, and right,</L>
<L>There hath not bin a voyce, or flight</L>
<L>Of ill pre&s;age.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>LINVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Bird that brings</L>
<L>Her <HI>Augury</HI> alone to Kings,</L>
<L>The <HI>Doue,</HI> hath flowne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>ORPHEVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>And to thy peace</L>
<L>Addes <HI>Fortunes,</HI> and the <HI>Fates</HI> increa&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>BRANCHVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>MINERVA'S <HI>Hern&s;haw,</HI> and her <HI>Owle</HI></L>
<L>Do both proclaime, thou &s;halt controle</L>
<L>The cour&s;e of things,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>IDMON.</SPEAKER>
<L>As now they be,</L>
<L>With tumult carried:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>And liue free</L>
<L>From hatred, faction, or the feare</L>
<L>To bla&s;t the <HI>Oliue</HI> thou do&s;t weare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>More is behind which the&s;e doe long to &s;howe,</L>
<L>And what the Gods to &s;o great vertue owe.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Maine Dance.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still, &s;till the <HI>Au&s;pice</HI> is &s;o good</L>
<L>We wi&s;h it were but vnder&s;tood;</L>
<L>It euen puts APOLLO</L>
<L>To all his &s;trengths of art to follow</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L> The flights, and to diuine</L>
<L>What's meant by euery &s;igne.</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t not le&s;&s;e be then the charge</L>
<L>Of euery Deitie,</L>
<L>That thus art left here to inlarge,</L>
<L>And &s;hield their pietie!</L>
<L>Thy Neighbours at thy fortune long haue gaz'd,</L>
<L>But at thy wi&s;edome all doe &s;tand amaz'd,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h to be</L>
<L>O'recome, or gouerned by thee!</L>
<L>Safetie it &s;elfe &s;o &s;ides thee where thou goe&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>Fate</HI> &s;till offers what thou couet'&s;t mo&s;t!</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Reuels.</HEAD>
<STAGE>After which, <HI>APOLLO</HI> goes vp to the King, and &s;ings.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>DOe not expect to heare of all</L>
<L>Your good at once, lea&s;t it fore&s;tall</L>
<L>A &s;weetne&s;&s;e would be new:</L>
<L>Some things the <HI>Fates</HI> would haue conceal'd</L>
<L>From vs the Gods, lea&s;t being reueal'd</L>
<L>Our powers &s;hould enuy you.</L>
<L>It is enough your people learne</L>
<L>The reuerence of your peace;</L>
<L>As well as &s;trangers doe di&s;cerne</L>
<L>The glories, by th' increa&s;e:</L>
<L>And that the princely AVGVR here, your Sonne,</L>
<L>Doe by the Fathers lights his cour&s;es runne.</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Him &s;hall you &s;ee triumphing ouer all</L>
<L>Both foes, and vices: and your young, and tall</L>
<L>Nephewes, his &s;onnes, grow vp in your embraces,</L>
<L>To giue this Iland Princes, in long races.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB REF="9"> Here the Heauen opens, and <HI>IOVE,</HI> with the Senate of the Gods, is di&s;couered, while <HI>APOLLO</HI> returnes to his &s;eat, and a&s;cending &s;ings.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>See, heauen expecteth my returne,</L>
<L>The forked fire begins to burne,</L>
<L>IOVE beckons me to come.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>IOVE.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though PHOEBVS be the God of Arts,</L>
<L>He mu&s;t not take on him all parts:</L>
<L>But leaue his Father &s;ome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Arts are onely to obey,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>IOVE.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine to &s;way.</L>
<L>IOVE is that One, whom fir&s;t, mid&s;t, la&s;t you call,</L>
<L>The power that gouern's, and con&s;erueth all;</L>
<L><HI>Earth, Sea,</HI> and <HI>Ayre</HI> are &s;ubiect to our checke,</L>
<L>And <HI>Fate,</HI> with <HI>Heauen,</HI> moouing at our becke.</L>
<L>Till IOVE it ratifie,</L>
<L>It is no <HI>Augurie,</HI></L>
<L>Though vtter'd by the mouth of DESTINIE.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>APOLLO.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deare Father, giue the &s;igne, and &s;eale it then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>The</HI> EARTH <HI>ri&s;eth.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>It is the &s;uit of EARTH, and <HI>Men.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>IOVE.</SPEAKER>
<L>What doe the&s;e mortals craue without our wrong.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>EARTH <HI>with the rest.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>That IOVE will lend vs this our Soueraigne, long.</L>
<L>Let our grand-children and not we</L>
<L>His want, or ab&s;ence euer &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SPEAKER>IOVE.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your wi&s;h is ble&s;t:</L>
<L>IOVE knocks his chin again&s;t his bre&s;t,</L>
<L>And firmes it with the re&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>CHORVS.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sing then his fame, through all the orbes, in euen</L>
<L>Proportions, ri&s;ing &s;till from <HI>Earth</HI> to <HI>Heauen:</HI></L>
<L>And of the la&s;ting of it leaue to doubt,</L>
<L>The power of Time &s;hall neuer put that out.</L>
</SP>
<P><HI>This done, the whole Scene &s;huts, and the Ma&s;quers dance their last dance.</HI></P>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>The End.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="author to the reader">
<P>For the expre&s;sion of this, I must &s;tand; The inuen|tion was diuided betwixt M^r. <HI>IONES,</HI>and mee. The <HI>SCENE,</HI> which your eye iudges, was wholly his, and worthy his place of the Kings <HI>Surueyour,</HI> and <HI>Architect,</HI> full of noble ob&s;eruation of Antiquitie, and high Pre&s;entment. The <HI>Mu&s;ique</HI> compos'd by that excellent paire of Kin&s;emen, M^r. <HI>ALPHONSO FERRABOSCO</HI> and M^r. <HI>NICHOLAS LANIER.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>An &s;int Mu&s;is &amp; Apolline digna, penes vos e&s;to. <HI>B. J.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
<PB REF="10">
</DIV1>
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