The Presentment of Bushell's Rock (Royal Entertainment at Enstone) · chunk 2 of 2
Jordan, Thomas / Bushell, Thomas (mining entrepreneur) · published 1636 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 23] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 574 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
How have they liked our Rock, our Cave, our Well? Echo: well Well! proud would their Host be should I tell him Echo: tell him Tell him Echo, I will that he despair not Echo: Spare not What shall we give them by way of thankfulness? Echo: thankfulness That, like thee, is air; we would give what's real Echo: all All, why all that we have is but this Rock, Echo: this Rock Give them this poor Rock, Echo mean you so? Echo: so To which of them, toth' King or to the Queen? Echo: the Queen What to the King, if this be given the Queen? Echo: the Queen The Queen, there's nought more precious: 'tis true: Echo: true Can nothing more be added to his bliss? Echo: bliss Bliss, the bliss of Heaven Echo you mean sure; Echo: sure Sure be't to them both as this our blessing; Echo: sing Sing gentle Echo, is that thy desire? Echo: desire THen blessed be this pair On the earth, in the air, Blessed in their Girls, and Boys, Let them live to hear it told, Their grand-grandchildrens are grown old. Let her beauty ever last, And his vigour never waste. Let the sea, that bounds these Isles, Ebb at least ten thousand miles: And return no more, but leave New kingdoms for them to bequeath To the many heirs they get; And when they pay nature's debt, Let their bodies not be found Dwelling in the sluttish ground, But translated to those thrones, Only built for blessed ones. Echo let these prayers be Posted up to Heaven by thee And if granted let us know, Gentle Echo answer so Echo: so So, then 'tis agreed above Echo: above That this pair shall live, and love: Echo: and love And for ever happy be Echo: happy be In their blessed posterity. Echo: posterity Echo, for this news I'll give Echo: give Leave that thou shalt ever live Echo: live In this Paradise of theirs, Echo: their's Theirs Echo, 'tis no more mine, Echo: mine Theirs, and thine, Echo ever, Echo: ever Fates decrees altar never. Echo: never Hark, hark, how the stones in the Rock Strive their tongues to unlock, And would show, What they know, Of the Joy here hath been Since the King and the Queen Deign to say They would pay A visit to this cell: But all tongues cannot tell; Nor language express Our full thankfulness. Hark, hark, how the streams roll along, And for want of a tongue Vent in tears All their fears Lest the King, lest the Queen Being come, having seen, What we have In this cave, That nothing can delight That is brought to their sight, Or fully express Our heart's thankfulness. Hark, hark, how the Birds in the groves Strive to tender their loves, For the Spring, That the King, And the Queen bring along: Do but see how they throng With their notes In their throats, On each Bank, in each Bush sits a Lark, and a Thrush, That fain would express Their heart's thankfulness. Hark, hark, we humbly do entreat How your Hosts heart doth beat, How it pants, 'Cause it wants What he gladly would bring To the Queen, and the King, Deign to speak, Lest it break, Let him know you are pleased That his heart may be eased Or this Rock or this cave Is his Tomb or his grave.
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How haue they lik'd our Rock, our Caue, our Well? Echo: well Well! proud would their Hoſt be ſhould I tell him Echo: tell him Tell him Eccho, I will that he diſpaire not Echo: Spare not What ſhall we giue them by way of thankfulnes? Echo: thankfulnes That, like thee, is aire; we would giue what's reall Echo: all All, why all that we haue is but this Rock, Echo: this Rock Giue them this poore Rock, Eccho meane you ſo? Echo: ſo To which of them, to'th King or to the Queene? Echo: the Queene What to the King, if this be giuen the Quene? Echo: the Queene The Queene, there's nought more pretious: 'tis true: Echo: true Can nothing more be added to his bliſſe? Echo: bliſſe Bliſſe, the bliſſe of Heauen Eccho you meane ſure; Echo: ſure Sure be't to them both as this our bleſſing; Echo: ſing Sing gentle Eccho, is that thy deſire? Echo: deſire THen bleſſed be this paire On the earth, in the aire, Bleſſed in their Girles, and Boyes, Let them live to heare it told, Their grand-Grandchildren are growne old. Let her beauty ever laſt, And his vigor neuer waſt. Let the ſea, that bounds theſe Iſles, Ebbe at leaſt ten thouſand miles: And returne no more, but leaue New kingdomes for them to bequeath To the many heires they get; And when they pay natures debt, Let their bodies not be found Dwelling in the ſluttiſh ground, But tranſlated to thoſe thrones, Only built for bleſſed ones. Eccho let theſe prayers be Poaſted vp to Heauen by thee And if granted let vs know, Gentle Eccho anſwere ſo Echo: ſo So, then 'tis agree'd aboue Echo: aboue That this paire ſhall liue, and loue: Echo: and loue And for euer happie be Echo: happie be In their bleſt poſteritie. Echo: poſteritie Eccho, for this newes I'le giue Echo: giue Leaue that thou ſhalt euer liue Echo: liue In this Paradiſe of theirs, Echo: theirs Theirs Eccho, 'tis no more mine, Echo: mine Theirs, and thine, Eccho euer, Echo: euer Fates decrees alter neuer. Echo: neuer HArke, harke, how the ſtones in the Rocke Strive their tongues to unlock, And would ſhow, What they know, Of the Joy here hath beene Since the King and the Queene Daigne to ſay They would pay A viſit to this cell: But all tongues cannot tell; Nor language expreſſe Our full thankefullneſſe. Harke, harke, how the ſtreames roule along, And for want of a tongue Ʋent in teares All their feares Leaſt the King, leaſt the Queene Being come, having ſeene, What we have In this cave, That nothing can delight That is brought to their ſight, Or fully expreſſe Our hearts thankefullneſſe. Harke, harke, how the Birds in the groves Strive to tender their loves, For the Spring, That the King, And the Queene bring along: Doe but ſee how they throng With their notes In their throats, On each Banck, in each Buſh sits a Larke, and a Thruſh, That fayne would expreſſe Their hearts thankefullneſſe. Harke, harke, we humbly doe intreat How your Hoſts heart doth beate, How it pants, Cauſe it wants What he gladly would bring To the Queene, and the King, Daigne to ſpeake, Leaſt it breake, Let him know you are pleas'd That his heart may be eas'd Or this Rock or this cave Is his Tombe or his grave.