The Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr) · chunk 2 of 3
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1603 [Jun 25] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 540 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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'Tis done only to supply, His suspected courtesy, Who (since THAMYRA did die) Hath not brooked a Lady's eye, Nor allowed about his place, Any of the female race. Only we are free to trace All his grounds, as he to chase. For which bounty to us lent, Of him unknowledged, or unsent, We prepared this * complement, And as far from cheap intent, In particular to feed, Any hope that should succeed. Or our glory by the deed, As yourself are from the need. Utter not; we you implore, Who did give it, nor wherefore. And whenever you restore yourself to us, you shall have more. Highest, happiest Queen farewell, But beware you do not tell. Not tell? Ha, ha, I could smile, At this old, and toothless wile. Lady, I have been no sleeper, She belies the noble keeper. Say, that here he like the groves: And pursue no foreign loves, Is he therefore to be deemed, Rude, or savage? or esteemed, But a sorry entertainer, 'Cause he is no common strainer: After painted Nymphs for favours, Or that in his garb he savours Little of the nicety, In the sprucer courtiery; As the rosary of kisses, With the oath that never misses, This, believe me on the breast, And then telling some man's jest, Thinking to prefer his wit, Equal with his suit by it, I mean his clothes: No, no, no, Here doth no such humour flow. He can neither bribe a grace, Nor encounter my lords face With a pliant smile, and flatter, Though this lately were some matter To the making of a courtier. Now he hopes he shall resort there, Safer, and with more allowance; Since a hand hath governance, That hath given those customs chase, And hath brought his own in place. O that now a wish could bring, The godlike person of a king, Then should even Envy find, Cause of wonder at the mind Of our woodman: but lo, where His kingly image doth appear, And is all this while neglected. Pardon (lord) you are respected Deep as is the keeper's heart, And as dear in every part. See, for instance where he sends His son, his heir; who humbly bends Low, as is his father's earth, To the womb that gave you birth So he was directed first, Next to you, of whom the thirst Of seeing takes away the use Of that part, should plead excuse For his boldness, which is less By his comely shamefacedness. Rise up, sir, I will betray, All I think you have to say; That your father gives you here, (Freely as to him you were) To the service of this Prince: And with you these instruments Of his wild and Sylvan trade, Better not Actaeon had. The bow was PHoeBES, and the horn, By ORION often worn: The dog of Sparta breed, and good, As can ring within a wood; Thence his name is: you shall try How he hunteth instantly. But perhaps the Queen your mother, Rather doth affect some other Sport, as coursing: we will prove Which her highness most doth love. satires let the woods resound, They shall have their welcome crowned, With a brace of bucks to ground.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Tis done only to supply, His suspected courtesie, Who (since THAMYRA did dye) Hath not brookt a ladies eye, Nor allow'd about his place, Any of the female race. Only we are free to trace All his grounds, as he to chase. For which bountie to vs lent, Of him vnknowledgde, or vnsent, We prepar'd this complement, And as farre from cheape intent, In particular to feed, Any hope that should succeed. Or our glorie by the deed, As your selfe are from the need. Vtter not; we you implore, Who did giue it, nor wherefore. And when euer you restore Your selfe to vs, you shall haue more. Highest, happyest Queene farewell, But beware you doe not tell. Not tell? Ha, ha, I could smile, At this old, and toothlesse wile. Ladie, I haue beene no sleeper, Shee belyes the noble keeper. Say, that here he like the groues: And pursue no forraine loues, Is he therefore to be deemed, Rude, or sauage? or esteemed, But a sorry entertayner, 'Cause he is no common strayner: After painted Nymphs for fauours, Or that in his garbe he sauours Little of the nicety, In the sprucer courtiery; As the rosarie of kisses, With the oath that neuer misses, This, beleeue me on the brest, And then telling some mans iest, Thinking to preferre his wit, Equall with his suite by it, I meane his clothes: No, no, no, Here doth no such humour flow. He can neither bribe a grace, Nor encounter my lords face With a plyant smile, and flatter, Though this lately were some matter To the making of a courtier. Now he hopes he shall resort there, Safer, and with more allowance; Since a hand hath gouernance, That hath giuen those customes chase, And hath brought his owne in place. O that now a wish could bring, The god-like person of a king, Then should euen Enuy find, Cause of wonder at the mind Of our wood-man: but loe, where His kingly image doth appeare, And is all this while neglected. Pardon (lord) you are respected Deepe as is the Keepers hart, And as deare in euery part. See, for instance where he sends His son, his heire; who humbly bends Low, as is his fathers earth, To the wombe that gaue you birth So he was directed first, Next to you, of whom the thirst Of seeing takes away the vse Of that part, should plead excuse For his boldnesse, which is lesse By his comly shamefac'tnesse. Rise vp, sir, I will betray, All I thinke you haue to say; That your father giues you here, (Freely as to him you were) To the seruice of this Prince: And with you these instruments Of his wild and Syluan trade, Better not ACTEON had. The bow was PHoeBES, and the horne, By ORION often worne: The dog of Sparta breed, and good, As can ring within a wood; Thence his name is: you shall try How he hunteth instantly. But perhaps the Queene your mother, Rather doth affect some other Sport, as coursing: we will proue Which her highnesse most doth loue. Satyres let the woods resound, They shall haue their welcome crown'd, With a brace of bucks to ground.