The Masque at Lord Hay's Marriage (Apollo's Knights) · chunk 4 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 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Let Hymen lead your sliding rounds, & guide them with his light, While we do Jo Hymen sing in honour of this night join three by three, for so the night by triple spell decrees Now to release Apollo's knights from these enchanted trees. BY virtue of this wand, and touch divine, These Siluan shadows back to earth resign, Your native forms resume, with habit fair, While solemn music shall enchant the air Presently the Siluans with their four instruments, and five voices, began to play, and sing together the song following at the beginning whereof that part of the stage whereon the first three trees stood began to yield, and the three foremost trees gently to sink, and this was effected, by an engine placed under the stage. When the trees had sunk a yard they cleft in three parts, and the Maskers appeared out of the tops of them, the trees were suddenly conveyed away, and the first three Maskers were raised again by the engine. They appeared then in a false habit, yet very fair, and in form not much unlike their principal, & true rob. It was made of green taffety cut into leaves, and laid upon cloth of silver, and their hats were suitable to the same. NIght, and Diana charge, And th'Earth obeys Opening large Her secret ways, While Apollo's charmed men Their forms receive again. Give gracious Phoebus honour then, And so fall down, and rest behind the train Give gracious Phoebus honour then and so fall etc. THus can celestials work in human fate, Transform, & form as they do love or hate. Like touch, and change receive: the Gods agree The best of numbers is contained in three. The song of transformation again. Night and Diana, etc. THe last, & third of nine, touch magic wand, And give them back their forms at nights command Again this song revive and sound it high, Long live Apollo Britain's glorious eye. PHoebus is pleased, and all rejoice to see His servants, from their golden prison free, But yet since Cinthia hath so friendly smiled, And to you tree-born Knights, is reconciled, First ere you any more work undertake, About her tree solemn procession make, Diana's tree, the tree of Chastity, That placed alone on yonder hill you see. These green leafed robes wherein disguised you made Stealths to her nymphs through the thick forests shade There to the goddess offer thankfully, That she may not in vain appeased be. The night shall guide you, and her hours attend you That no ill eyes, or spirits shall offend you. WIth spotless minds now mount we to the tree Of single chastity. The root is temperance grounded deep Which the cold juiced earth doth steep: Water it desires alone, Other drink it thirsts for none: Therewith the sober branches it doth feed, Which though they fruitless be, Yet comely leaves they breed, To beautify the tree, Cynthia protectress is, and for her sake, We this grave procession make. Chaste eyes and ears, pure hearts, and voices Are graces wherein Phoebe most rejoices.
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Let Hymen lead your sliding rounds, & guide thē with his light, While we do Io Hymen sing in honour of this night Ioyne three by three, for so the night by triple spel decrees Now to release Apollos knights from these enchanted trees. BY vertue of this wand, and touch deuine, These Siluan shadowes back to earth resigne, Your natiue formes resume, with habite faire, While solemne musick shall enchant the aire Presently the Siluans with their foure instrumēts, and fiue voices, began to play, and sing together the song following at the beginning whereof that part of the stage whereon the first three trees stoode began to yeeld, and the three formost trees gently to sincke, and this was effected, by an Ingin plac't vnder the stage. VVhen the trees had sunke a yarde they cleft in three parts, and the Maskers appeared out of the tops of them, the trees were sodainly conuayed away, and the first three Maskers were raysed againe by the Ingin. They appeared then in a false habit, yet very faire, and in forme not much vnlike their principall, & true robe. It was made of greene taffatie cut into leaues, and layed vpon cloth of siluer, and their hats were sutable to the same. NIght, and Diana charge, And th'Earth obayes Opening large Her secret waies, While Apollos charmed men Their formes receiue againe. Giue gratious Phoebus honour then, And so fall downe, and rest behinde the traine Giue gratious Phoebus honour then and so fall &c. THus can celestials worke in humane fate, Transforme, & forme as they do loue or hate. Like touch, and change receiue: the Gods agree The best of numbers is contained in three. The song of transformation againe. Night and Diana, &c. THe last, & third of nine, touch magick wand, And giue them back their formes at nights command Againe this song reuiue and sound it hie, Long liue Apollo Brittaines glorious eye. PHoebus is pleas'd, and all reioice to see His seruants, from their golden prison free, But yet since Cinthia hath so freendly smilde, And to you tree-borne Knights, is reconcild, First ere you any more worke vndertake, About her tree solemne procession make, Dianas tree, the tree of Chastitie, That plac't alone on yonder hill you see. These greene leau'drobes wherein disguisde you made Stelths to her Nimphes through the thicke forrests shade There to the goddesse offer thankfully, That she may not in vaine appeased be. The night shall guide you, and her howres attend you That no ill eyes, or spirits shall offend you. WIth spotles mindes now mount we to the tree Of single chastitie. The roote is temperance grounded deepe Which the coldiewc't earth doth steepe: Water it desires alone, Other drinke it thirsts for none: Therewith the sober branches it doth feede, Which though they fruitlesse be, Yet comely leaues they breede, To beautifie the tree, Cynthia protectresse is, and for her sake, We this graue procession make. Chast eies and eares, pure heartes, and voices Are graces wherein Phoebe most reioyces.