The Masque at Lord Hay's Marriage (Apollo's Knights) · chunk 3 of 5
Campion, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [Jan 6] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
YOur Sovereign from the virtuous gem she sends us. Bids you take power to retransform the friends Of Phoebus, metamorphosed here to trees, And give them straight the shapes which they did lose. This is her pleasure. HEsperus I obey, Night must needs yield when Phoebus gets the day. Honoured be Cynthia for this generous deed. pity grows only from celestial seed. IF all seem glad, why should we only lower? Since t'express gladness we have now most power. Frolic graced Captives, we present you here This glass, wherein your liberties appear, Cynthia is pacified, and now blithe Night Begins to shake off melancholy quite. WHo should grace mirth, & revels but the night, Next love she should be goddess of delight. 'tIs now a time when (Zephyrus) all with dancing Honour me, above day my state advancing. I'll now be frolic, all is full of heart, And e'en these trees for joy shall bear a part. Zephyrus they shall dance. Dance Goddess? how? Seems that so full of strangeness to you now? Did not the Thracian harp long since the same? And (if we rip the old records of fame) Did not Amphion's lyre the deaf stones call, When they came dancing to the Theban wall? Can music then joy? joy mountains moves And why not trees? joys powerful when it loves. Could the religious Oak speak Oracle Like to the Gods? and the tree wounded tell T'Aeneas his sad story? have trees therefore The instruments of speech, and hearing more than th'ave of pacing, and to whom but Night Belong enchantments? who can more affright The eye with magic wonders? Night alone Is fit for miracles, and this shallbe one Apt for this Nuptial dancing jollity. Earth then be soft and passable to free These fettered roots? joy trees the time draws near When in your better forms you shall appear. Dancing, and music must prepare the way, there's little tedious time in such delay. This spoken, the four Siluans played on their instruments the first strain of this song following: & at the repetition thereof the voices sell in with the instruments which were thus divided, a treble and a base were placed near his Majesty, and another treble and base near the grove, that the words of the song might be heard of all, because the trees of gold instantly at the first sound of their voices began to move, and dance according to the measure of the time which the musicians kept in singing, and the nature of the words which they delivered. Move now with measured sound You charmed grove of gold, Trace forth the sacred ground That shall your forms unfold. Diana, and the starry night for your Apollo's sake Endue your Siluan shapes with power this strange delight to make Much joy must needs the place betide where trees for gladness move, A fairer sight was near beheld, or more expressing love. Yet nearer Phoebus throne Meet on your winding ways, Your bridal mirth make known In your high-graced Hayes.
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YOur Soueraigne frō the vertuous gem she sends vs. Bids you take power to retransforme the frends Of Phoebus, metamorhpos'd here to trees, And giue them straight the shapes which they did leese. This is her pleasure. HEsperus I obey, Night must needs yeeld when Phoebus gets the day. Honor'd be Cynthia for this generous deede. Pitie growes onely from celestiall seede. IF all seeme glad, why should we onely lowre? Since t'expresse gladnes we haue now most power. Frolike grac't Captiues, we present you here This glasse, wherein your liberties appeare, Cynthia is pacified, and now blithe Night Begins to shake off melancholy quite. WHo shold grace mirth, & reuels but the night, Next loue she should be goddesse of delight. TIs now a time when (Zephyrus) all with dancing Honor me, aboue day my state aduancing. Ile now be frolicke, all is full of hart, And eu'n these trees for ioy shall beare a part. Zephyrus they shall dance. Daunce Goddesse? how? SEemes that so full of strangenes to you now? Did not the Thracian harpe long since the same? And (if we ripp the ould records of fame) Did not Amphions lyre the deafe stones call, When they came dancing to the Theban wall? Can musicke then ioye? ioy mountaines moues And why not trees? ioyes powerfull when it loues. Could the religious Oake speake Oracle Like to the Gods? and the tree wounded tell T'Aeneas his sad storie? haue trees therefore The instruments of speech, and hearing more Then th'aue of pacing, and to whom but Night Belong enchantments? who can more affright The eie with magick wonders? Night alone Is fit for miracles, and this shalbe one Apt for this Nuptiall dauncing iollitie. Earth then be soft and passable to free These fettered roots? ioy trees the time drawes neere When in your better formes you shall appeare. Dauncing, and musicke mnst prepare the way, Ther's little tedious time in such delay. This spoken, the foure Siluans played on their instruments the first straine of this song following: & at the repetition thereof the voices sell in with the instrumentes which were thus deuided, a treble and a base were placed neere his Maiestie, and an other treble and base neere the groue, that the words of the song might be heard of all, because the trees of gould instantly at the first sound of their voices began to moue, and dance according to the measure of the time which the musitians kept in singing, and the nature of the wordes which they deliuered. MOue now with measured sound You charmed groue of gould, Trace forth the sacred ground That shall your formes vnfold. Diana, and the starry night for your Apollos sake Endue your Siluan shapes with powre this strāge delight to make Much ioy must needs the place betide where trees for gladnes moue, Afairer sight was nere beheld, or more expressing loue. Yet neerer Phoebus throne Mete on your winding waies, Your Brydall mirth make knowne In your high-graced Hayes.