The Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr) · chunk 3 of 3
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1603 [Jun 25] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
IF my outside move your laughter, Pray JOVE, my inside be thereafter. Queen, Prince, Duke, Earls, Countesses; you courtly Pearls: (And, I hope no mortal sin, If I put less Ladies in) Fair saluted be you all. At this time it doth befall, We are the usher to a morris, (A kind of mask) whereof good store is In the country hereabout, But this, the choice of all the rout. Who, because that no man sent them, Have got NOBODY to present them. These are things have no suspicion Of their ill doing; nor ambition Of their well: but as the Pipe Shall inspire them, mean to skip. They come to see, and to be seen, And though they dance afore the Queen, there's none of these doth hope to come by Wealth, to build another Holmby: All those dancing days are done, Men must now have more than one Grace, to build their fortunes on, Else our soles would sure have gone, All by this time to our feet. I not deny, where Graces meet In a man, that quality Is a graceful property: But when dancing is his best, (Beshrew me) I suspect the rest. But I am NOBODY, and my breath (Soon as it is borne) hath death. Come on clowns, forsake your dumps, And bestir your hobnailed stumps, Do your worst, I'll undertake, Not a jerk you have shall make Any Lady here in love. Perhaps your Fool, or so, may move Some lady's woman with a trick, And upon it she may pick A pair of reveling legs, or two, Out of you, with much ado. But see, the Hobby-horse is forgot. Fool, it must be your lot, To supply his want with faces, And some other buffoon graces, You know how; Piper play, And let nobody hence away. ANd will you then, Mirror of Queens, depart? Shall nothing stay you? not my Master's heart? That pants to lose the comfort of your light, And see his Day ere it be old grow Night? You are a Goddess, and your will be done: Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sun Cheers objects far removed, as well as near; So, wheresoe'er you shine, you'll sparkle here. And you dear Lord, on whom my covetous eye Doth feed itself, but cannot satisfy, O shoot up fast in spirit, as in years; That when upon her head proud Europe wears Her stateliest tire, you may appear thereon The richest gem, without a paragon. Shine bright and fixed as the artic star: And when slow Time hath made you fit for war, Look over the strict Ocean, and think where You may but lead us forth, that grow up here Against a day, when our officious swords Shall speak our action better than our words. Till then, all good event conspire to crown Your parents hopes, our zeal, and your renown. Peace usher now your steps, and where you come, Be Envy still struck blind, and Flattery dumb.
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IF my outside moue your laughter, Pray IOVE, my inside be thereafter. Queene, Prince, Duke, Earles, Countesses; you courtly Pearles: (And, I hope no mortall sinne, If I put lesse Ladies in) Faire saluted be you all. At this time it doth befall, We are the Huisher to a Morrise, (A kind of Masque) whereof good store is In the countrey hereabout, But this, the choise of all the rout. Who, because that no man sent them, Haue got NO-BODIE to present them. These are things haue no suspition Of their ill doing; nor ambition Of their well: but as the Pipe Shall inspire them, meane to skip. They come to see, and to be seene, And though they dance afore the Queene, Ther's none of these doth hope to come by Wealth, to build another Holmby: All those dauncing dayes are done, Men must now haue more then one Grace, to build their fortunes on, Else our soles would sure haue gone, All by this time to our feete. I not deny, where Graces meete In a man, that qualitie Is a gracefull propertie: But when dauncing is his best, (Beshrew me) I suspect the rest. But I am NO-BODIE, and my breath (Soone as it is borne) hath death. Come on clownes, forsake your dumps, And bestirre your hob-nail'd stumps, Doe your worst, Ile vndertake, Not a ierke you haue shall make Any Ladie here in loue. Perhaps your Foole, or so, may moue Some Ladies woman with a trick, And vpon it she may pick A paire of reuelling legs, or two, Out of you, with much adoe. But see, the Hobby-horse is forgot. Foole, it must be your lot, To supply his want with faces, And some other Buffon graces, You know how; Piper play, And let no bodie hence away. ANd will you then, Mirror of Queenes, depart? Shall nothing stay you? not my Masters heart? That pants to leese the comfort of your light, And see his Day ere it be old grow Night? You are a Goddesse, and your will be done: Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sunne Cheeres obiects farre remou'd, as well as neere; So, where so'ere you shine, you'le sparkle here. And you deare Lord, on whom my couetous eye Doth feed it selfe, but cannot satisfie, O shoot vp fast in spirit, as in yeares; That when vpon her head proud Europe weares Her stateliest tire, you may appeare thereon The richest gem, without a paragon. Shine bright and fixed as the Artick starre: And when slow Time hath made you fit for warre, Looke ouer the strict Ocean, and thinke where You may but lead vs forth, that grow vp here Against a day, when our officious swords Shall speake our action better then our words. Till then, all good euent conspire to crowne Your parents hopes, our zeale, and your renowne. Peace vsher now your steps, and where you come, Be Enuie still strooke blind, and Flatterie dumbe.