The Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr) · chunk 1 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1604 · first performed or written 1603 [Jun 25] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
HEre? there? and euery where? Some solemnities are neare, That these changes strike mine eare. My Pipe and I a part shall beare. And after a short straine with his Pipe; againe. Looke, see; (beshrew this Tree,) What may all this wonder be? Pipe it, who that list for me: I'le flie out abroade, and see. There hee leaped downe, and gazing the Queene and Prince in the face, went forward. That is Cyparissus face! And the Dame hath Syrinx grace! O that Pan were now in Place, Sure they are of heauenly race. Here he ranne into the wood againe, and hid himselfe whilst to the sound of excellent soft Musique that was there conceald in the thicket; there came tripping vp the lawne, a Beuy of Faeries attending on Mab their Queene, who falling into an artificiall ring, that was there cut in the pathe, began to daunce a round, whilst their Mistresse spake as followeth. Haile, and welcome worthiest Queene, Ioy had neuer perfect beene, To the Nimphes that haunt this Greene, Had they not this euening seene. Now they Print it on the Ground With their feete in figures round, Markes that will be euer found, To remember this glad stound. Satyre, wee must haue a spell, For your tongue, it runnes to fleete. Not so nimbly as your feete, When about the creame-boules sweete. You, and all your Elues do meete. Pug, you will anone take warning? Shee, that pinches countrey wenches, If they rub not cleane their benches, And with sharper Nailes remembers, When they rake not vp their Embers: But if so they chaunce to feast her In a shooe she drops a tester. Shall we strip the skipping Iester? This is shee, that empties Cradles, Takes out Children, puts in Ladles: Traines forth Midwiues in their slumber, With a siue the holes to number. And then leads them, from her Borroughs Home through Ponds, and water furrows. Shall not all this mocking stir vs? Shee can start our Franklins daughters, In their sleepe, with shrikes, and laughters, And on sweet Saint Anne's Night, Feed them with a promisd sight, Some of husbands, some of Louers, Which an empty dreame discouers. Satyre, vengeance neere you houers, And in hope that you would come here Yester-eue the Lady Summer, She inuited to a Banpuet: But (in sooth) I con you thanke yet, That you could so well deceiue her Of the pride which gan vp-heaue her: And (by this) would so haue blowne her, As no wood-god should haue known her. Heere he skipped into the Wood. Mistres, this is onely spight: For you would not yester-night Kisse him in the Cock-shoutlight: And came againe, By Pan, and thou hast hit it right. There they layd hould on him, and nipt him, Faiies, pinch him black and blew, Now you haue him him rue: O, hold, Mab: I sue. Nay, the Deuill shall haue his due.
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HEre? there? and euery where? Some solemnities are neare, That these changes strike mine eare. My Pipe and I a part shall beare. And after a short straine with his Pipe; againe. Looke, see; (beshrew this Tree,) What may all this wonder be? Pipe it, who that list for me: I'le flie out abroade, and see. There hee leaped downe, and gazing the Queene and Prince in the face, went forward. That is Cyparissus face! And the Dame hath Syrinx grace! O that Pan were now in Place, Sure they are of heauenly race. Here he ranne into the wood againe, and hid himselfe whilst to the sound of excellent soft Musique that was there conceald in the thicket; there came tripping vp the lawne, a Beuy of Faeries attending on Mab their Queene, who falling into an artificiall ring, that was there cut in the pathe, began to daunce a round, whilst their Mistresse spake as followeth. Haile, and welcome worthiest Queene, Ioy had neuer perfect beene, To the Nimphes that haunt this Greene, Had they not this euening seene. Now they Print it on the Ground With their feete in figures round, Markes that will be euer found, To remember this glad stound. Satyre, wee must haue a spell, For your tongue, it runnes to fleete. Not so nimbly as your feete, When about the creame-boules sweete. You, and all your Elues do meete. Pug, you will anone take warning? Shee, that pinches countrey wenches, If they rub not cleane their benches, And with sharper Nailes remembers, When they rake not vp their Embers: But if so they chaunce to feast her In a shooe she drops a tester. Shall we strip the skipping Iester? This is shee, that empties Cradles, Takes out Children, puts in Ladles: Traines forth Midwiues in their slumber, With a siue the holes to number. And then leads them, from her Borroughs Home through Ponds, and water furrows. Shall not all this mocking stir vs? Shee can start our Franklins daughters, In their sleepe, with shrikes, and laughters, And on sweet Saint Anne's Night, Feed them with a promisd sight, Some of husbands, some of Louers, Which an empty dreame discouers. Satyre, vengeance neere you houers, And in hope that you would come here Yester-eue the Lady Summer, She inuited to a Banpuet: But (in sooth) I con you thanke yet, That you could so well deceiue her Of the pride which gan vp-heaue her: And (by this) would so haue blowne her, As no wood-god should haue known her. Heere he skipped into the Wood. Mistres, this is onely spight: For you would not yester-night Kisse him in the Cock-shoutlight: And came againe, By Pan, and thou hast hit it right. There they layd hould on him, and nipt him, Faiies, pinch him black and blew, Now you haue him him rue: O, hold, Mab: I sue. Nay, the Deuill shall haue his due.