The Masque at Lord Hay's Marriage (Apollo's Knights) · chunk 2 of 5
Campion, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [Jan 6] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
VAnish dark vales, let night in glory shine As she doth burn in rage, come leave our shrine You black haired hours, and guide us with your lights, Flora hath wakened wide our drowsy sprights See where she triumphs, see her flowers are thrown, And all about the seeds of malice sown? Despiteful Flora is't not enough of grief That Cynthia's robbed, but thou must grace the thief? Or didst not hear night's sovereign Queen complain Hymen had stolen a Nymph out of her train. And matched her here plighted henceforth to be loves friend, and stranger to Virginity And mak'st thou sport for this? be mild stern night Flora doth honour Cinthia, and her right, Virginity is a voluntary power, Free from constraint, even like an untouched flower Meet to be gathered when 'tis thoroughly blown. The Nymph was Cinthias while she was her own, But now another claims in her a right By fate reserved thereto, and wise foresight. CAn Cynthia one kind virgins loss bemoan? How if perhaps she brings her ten for one? Or can she miss one in so full a train? Your Goddess doth of too much store complain. If all her nymphs would ask advise of me There should be fewer virgins than there be. Nature ordained not Men to live alone, Where there are two, a Woman should be one. THou breathest sweet poison wanton Zephyrus But Cynthia must not be deluded thus. Her holy Forests are by thieves profaned, Her Virgins frighted, and lo, where they stand That late were Phoebus Knights, turned now to trees By Cynthia's vengement for their injuries In seeking to seduce her Nymphs with love: Here they are sixth and never may remove But by Diana's power that stuck them here. Apollo's love to them doth yet appear, In that his beams hath guilt them a they grow, To make their misery yield the greater show. But they shall tremble when sad Night doth speak, And at her stormy words their boughs shall break. Hail reverend angry Night, hail Queen of Flowers, Mild spirited Zephyrus hail, Siluans and Hours. Hesperus brings peace, cease then your needless jars Here in this little firmament of stars. Cynthia is now by Phoebus pacified, And well content her Nymph is made a Bride. Since the fair match was by that Phoebus graced Which in this happy Western I'll is placed As he in heaven, one lamp enlightening all That under his benign aspect doth fall. Deep Oracles he speaks, and he alone For arts and wisdoms meet for Phoebus throne. The Nymph is honoured, and Diana pleased: Night be you then, and your black hours appeased. And friendly listen what your Queen by me Farther commands, let this my credence be, View it, and know it for the highest gem, That hung on her imperial Diadem. I know, and honour it lovely Hesperus, Speak then your message, both are welcome to
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VAnish darke vales, let night in glory shine As she doth burn in rage, come leaue our shrine You black hair'd hours, and guide vs with your lights, Flora hath wakened wide our drowsy sprights See where she triumphs, see her flowers are throwne, And all about the seedes of malice sowne? Despightfull Flora ist not enough of griefe That Cynthia's robd, but thou must grace the theefe? Or didst not here Nights soueraigne Queen complaine Hymen had stolne a Nimph out of her traine. And matcht her here plighted henceforth to be Loues friend, and stranger to Virginitie And mak'st thou sport for this? BEe mild sterne night Flora doth honour Cinthia, and her right, Virginitie is a voluntary powre, Free from constraint, euen like an vntoucht flower Meete to be gather'd when tis throughly blowne. The Nimph was Cinthias while she was her owne, But now another claimes in her a right By fate reseru'd thereto, and wise foresight. CAn Cynthia one kind virgins losse bemone? How if perhaps she brings her tenne for one? Or can shee misse one in so full a traine? Your Goddesse doth of too much store complaine. If all her Nimphes would aske aduise of me There should be fewer virgins then there be. Nature ordaind not Men to liue alone, Where there are two, a Woman should be one. THou breath'st sweet poison wāton Zephyrus But Cynthia must not be deluded thus. Her holy Forrests are by theeues prophan'd, Her Virgins frighted, and loe, where they stand That late were Phoebus Knights, turnd now to trees By Cynthias vengement for their iniuries In seeking to seduce her Nymphes with loue: Here they are sixt ond neuer may remoue But by Dianaes power that stucke them here. Apollos loue to them doth yet appeare, In that his beames hath guilt them a they grow, To make their miserie yeeld the greater show. But they shall tremble when sad Night doth speake, And at her stormy words their boughes shall breake. HAyle reuerend angrie Night, haile Queene of Flowers, Mild sprited Zephyrus haile, Siluans and Howers. Hesperus brings peace, cease then your needlesse iarres Here in this little firmament of starres. Cynthia is now by Phoebus pacified, And well content her Nymph is made a Bride▪ Since the faire match was by that Phoebus grac't Which in this happie Westerne Ile is plac't As he in heauen, one lampe enlightning all That vnder his benigne aspect doth fall▪ Deepe Oracles he speakes, and he alone For artes and wisedomes meete for Phoebus throne. The Nymph is honour'd, and Diana pleas'd: Night be you then, and your blacke howers appeas'd▪ And friendly listen what your Queene by me Farther commaunds, let this my credence be, View it, and know it for the highest gemme, That hung on her imperiall Diadem. I know, and honour it louely Hesperus, Speake then your message, both are welcome to