Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 470 words
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What is my Goddess will? may Iris ask? Iris, on thee I do impose this task, To cross proud Venus, and her purblind Lad, Until the mother, and her brat be mad, And with each other, set them so at odds, Till to their teeth they curse, and ban the Gods. God's, the grant consists alone in you, Then mark the course which now you must pursue. Within this o'ergrown Forest, there is found A dusky Cave, thrust low into the ground: So ugly dark, so dampy and steep, As for his life the sun durst never peep Into the entrance: which doth so affright The very day, that half the world is night. Where fennish fogs, and vapours do abound: There Morpheus doth dwell within the ground, No crowing Cock, nor waking bell doth call, Nor watchful dog disturbeth sleep at all. No sound is heard in compass of the hill, But every thing is quiet, whist, and still. Amid this Cave, upon the ground doth lie, A hollow plancher, all of Ebony Covered with black, whereon the drowsy God, Drowned in sleep, continually doth nod: Go Iris go, and my commandment take, And beat against the doors till sleep awake, Bid him from me, in vision to appear, Unto Ascanio that lieth slumbering hear. And in that vision, to reveal the way, How he may find the fair Eurymine. Madam, my service is at your command, Dispatch it then, good Iris out of hand. My Peacocks and my Chariot shall remain, About the shore, till thou return again. About the business now that I am sent, To sleeps black Cave, I will incontinent: And his dark cabin, boldly will I shake, Until the drowsy lumpish God awake: And such a bouncing at his Cave I'll keep, That if pale death, seized on the eyes of sleep, I'll rouse him up, that when he shall me hear, I'll make his locks stand up on end with fear. Be silent air, whilst Iris in her pride Swifter than thought, upon the winds doth ride. What Somnus, what Somnus, Somnus. What wilt thou not awake? are thou still so fast? Nay then i'faith, I'll have another cast. What Somnus Somnus I say? Who calls at this time of the day? What a balling dost thou keep? A vengeance take thee, let me sleep, Up thou drowsy God, I say, And come presently away, Or I will beat upon this door, That after this, thou sleep'st no more. I'll take a nap, and come anon. Out you beast, you block, you stone: Come, or at thy door I'll thunder, Till both heaven and hell do wonder, Somnus I say. A vengeance split thy chaps asunder. What Somnus? Iris I thought it should be thee. How now mad wench, what wouldst with me?
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What is my Goddeſſe will? may Iris aske? Iris, on thee I do impoſe this taske, To croſſe proud Venus, and her purblind Lad, Vntill the mother, and her brat be mad, And with each other, ſet them ſo at ods, Till to their teeth they curſe, and ban the Gods. Goddes, the graunt conſiſts alone in you, Then mark the courſe which now you muſt purſue. Within this ore-growne Forreſt, there is found A duskie Caue, thruſt lowe into the ground: So vgly darke, ſo dampie and ſteepe, As for his life the ſunne durſt neuer peepe Into the entrance: which doth ſo afright The very day, that halfe the world is night. Where fenniſh fogges, and vapours do abound: There Morpheus doth dwell within the ground, No crowing Cocke, nor waking bell doth call, Nor watchfull dogge diſturbeth ſleepe at all. No ſound is heard in compaſſe of the hill, But euery thing is quiet, whiſht, and ſtill. Amid this Caue, vpon the ground doth lie, A hollow plancher, all of Ebonie Couer'd with blacke, whereon the drowſie God, Drowned in ſleepe, continually doth nod: Go Iris go, and my commaundment take, And beate againſt the doores till ſleepe awake, Bid him from me, in viſion to appeare, Vnto Aſcanio that lieth ſlumbring heare. And in that viſion, to reueale the way, How he may finde the faire Eurymine. Madam, my ſeruice is at your command, Diſpatch it then, good Iris out of hand. My Peacocks and my Charriot ſhall remaine, About the ſhore, till thou returne againe. About the buſineſſe now that I am ſent, To ſleepes blacke Caue, I will incontinent: And his darke cabine, boldly will I ſhake, Vntill the drowſie lumpiſh God awake: And ſuch a bounſing at his Caue Ile keepe, That if pale death, ſeaz'd on the eyes of ſleepe, Ile rowſe him vp, that when he ſhall me heare, Ile make his locks ſtand vp on end with feare. Be ſilent aire, whil'ſt Iris in her pride Swifter then thought, vpon the windes doth ride. What Somnus, what Somnus, Somnus. What wilt thou not awake? are thou ſtill ſo faſt? Nay then yfaith, Ile haue an other caſt. What Somnus Somnus I ſay? Who calles at this time of the day? What a balling doſt thou keepe? A vengeance take thee, let me ſleepe, Vp thou drowſie God, I ſay, And come preſently away, Or I will beate vpon this doore, That after this, thou ſleep'ſt no more. Ile take a nap, and come annon. Out you beaſt, you blocke, you ſtone: Come, or at thy doore Ile thunder, Til both heauen and hel do wonder, Somnus I ſay. A vengeance ſplit thy chaps aſunder. What Somnus? Iris I thought it ſhould be thee. How now mad wench, what wouldſt with me?