Cynthia's Revels, or The Fountain of Self-Love · chunk 37 of 66
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1600 [1600-1601] (Annals) satire · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 502 words
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Pray you, sir, see. Yes, there is the note; and all the parts if I misthink not. I will read the ditty to your beauties here, but first I am to make you familiar with the occasion, which presents itself thus. Upon a time, going to take my leave of the Emperor, and kiss his great hands; there being then present, the kings of France, and Arragon, the dukes of Savoy, Florence, Orleance, Bourbon, Brunswick, the Landgrave, Count Palatine, all which had severally feasted me; besides, infinite more of inferior persons, as Counts and others it was my chance the Emperor detained by some exorbitant affair) to wait him the fift part of an hour, or much near it. In which time (retiring myself into a bay-window) the beauteous lady ANNABELL, niece to the Empress, and sister to the King of Arragon, who having never before eyed me, (but only heard the common report of my virtue, learning, and travail) fell into that extremity of passion, for my love, that she there immediately swooned: physicians were sent for, she had to her chamber, so to her bed; where (languishing some few days) after many times calling upon me, with my name in her lips, she expired. As that (I must mourningly say) is the only fault of my fortune, that, as it hath ever been my hap to be sewed to, by all ladies, and beauties, where I have come, so, I never yet sojourned, or rested in that place, or part of the world, where some high-born admirable fair feature died not for my love. O, the sweet power of travail! are you guilty of this, CUPID? No, MERCVRIE, and that his page (COS) knows, if he were here present to be sworn. But, how doth this draw on the ditty, sir? O, she is too quick with him; he hath not devised that yet. marry, some hour before she departed, she bequeathed to me this glove; which golden legacy, the Emperor himself took care to send after me, in six coaches, covered all with black vellet, attended by the state of his empire; all which he freely presented me with, and I reciprocally (out of the same bounty) gave to the lords that brought it: only reserving the gift of the deceased lady, upon which I composed this ode, and set it to my most affected instrument, the lyra. THou more than most sweet glove, Unto my more sweet love, Suffer me to store with kisses This empty lodging, that now misses The pure rosy hand, that ware thee, Whiter than the kid, that bore thee. Thou art soft, but that was softer; Cupid's self hath kissed it ofter, Than e'er he did his mother's doves, Supposing her the Queen of loves, That was thy Mistress, Best of gloves. Blasphemy, blasphemy, CUPID. ay, I'll revenge it time enough; HERMES. Good AMORPHUS, let's hear it sing. I care not to admit that, since it pleaseth PHILAUTIA to request it. Here, sir.
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Pray you, sir, see. Yes, there is the note; and all the parts if I mis-thinke not. I will read the dittie to your beauties here, but first I am to make you familiar with the occasion, which presents it selfe thus. Vpon a time, going to take my leaue of the Emperour, and kisse his great hands; there being then present, the kings of France, and Arragon, the dukes of Sauoy, Florence▪ Orbeance, Bourbon, Brunswicke, the Lantgraue, Count Palatine, all which had seuerally feasted me; besides, infinite more of inferiour persons, as Counts and others it was my chance the Emperour detain'd by some exorbitant affaire) to wait him the fift part of an houre, or much neere it. In which time (retyring my selfe into a bay-window) the beauteous ladie ANNABELL, neece to the Empresse, and sister to the King of Arragon, who hauing neuer before eyde mee, (but only heard the common report of my vertue, learning, and trauaile) fell into that extremitie of passion, for my loue, that shee there immediately swouned: physicians were sent for, she had to her chamber, so to her bed; where (languishing some few daies) after many times calling vpon me, with my name in her lips, she expirde. As that (I must mourningly say) is the onely fault of my fortune, that, as it hath euer beene my hap to be sew'd to, by all ladies, and beauties, where I haue come, so, I neuer yet sojourn'd, or rested in that place, or part of the world, where some high-borne admirable faire feature died not for my loue. O, the sweet power of trauaile! are you guiltie of this, CVPID? No, MERCVRIE, and that his page (COS) knowes, if he were here present to be sworne. But, how doth this draw on the dittie, sir? O, she is too quicke with him; he hath not deuis'd that yet. Mary, some houre before she departed, she bequeath'd to mee this gloue; which golden legacie, the Emperour himselfe tooke care to send after me, in sixe coaches, couer'd all with blacke vellet, attended by the state of his empire; all which he freely presented mee with, and I reciprocally (out of the same bountie) gaue to the lords that brought it: only reseruing the gift of the deceas'd ladie, vpon which I composde this ode, and set it to my most affected instrument, the lyra. THou more then most sweet gloue, Vnto my more sweet loue, Suffer me to store with kisses This emptie lodging, that now misses The pure rosie hand, that ware thee, Whiter then the kid, that bare thee. Thou art soft, but that was softer; CVPIDS selfe hath kist it ofter, Then e're he did his mothers doues, Supposing her the Queene of loues, That was thy Mistresse, Best of gloues. Blasphemie, blasphemie, CVPID. I, I'le reuenge it time inough; HERMES. Good AMORPHVS, let's heare it sing. I care not to admit that, since it pleaseth PHILAVTIA to request it. Heere, sir.