The Masque of Blackness (The Twelfth Night's Revels) · chunk 3 of 3
Jonson, Ben · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [Jan 6] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
For were the World, with all his wealth, a Ring, Britannia (whose new name makes all tongues sing) Might be a Diamant worthy to enchase it, Ruled by a sun, that to this height doth grace it: Whose Beams shine day, and night, and are of force To blanch an AETHIOPE, and revive a corpse. His light sciential is, and (past mere nature) Can salve the rude defects of every creature. Call forth thy honoured Daughters, then; And let them, 'fore the Britain men, Indent the Land, with those pure traces They flow with, in their native graces. Invite them, boldly, to the shore, Their Beauties shallbe scorched no more: This Sun is temperate, and refines All things, on which his radiance shines. Come away, come away, We grow jealous of your stay: If you do not stop your ear, We shall have more cause to fear Syrens of the land, than they To doubt the Syrens of the Sea. DAughters of the subtle Flood, Do not let Earth longer entertain you; Let Earth longer entertain you. Longer entertain you. 'Tis to them, enough of good, That you give this little hope, to gain you Give this little, hope to gain you. Little hope, to gain you. If they love, You shall quickly see; For when to flight you move, They'll follow you, the more you flee follow you, the more you flee. The more you flee. If not, impute it each to other's matter; They are but Earth, & what you vowed was Water. but earth & what you vowed was Water. earth & what you vowed was Water. And what you vowed was Water. You vowed was Water. I Nough, bright Nymphs, the night grows old, And we are grieved, we can not hold You longer light: But comfort take. Your Father, only, to the Lake Shall make return: yourselves with feasts, Must here remain the Ocean's guests. Nor shall this veil, the Sun hath cast Above your blood, more Summers last. For which, you shall observe these rites. thirteen times thrice, on thirteen nights, (So often as I fill my Sphere With glorious light, throughout the year) You shall (when all things else do sleep Save your chaste thoughts) with reverence, steep Your bodies in that purer brine, And wholesome dew called rosemary: Then with that soft, and gentler foam, Of which the Ocean, yet, yields some, Whereof bright Venus, Beauty's Queen, Is said to have begotten been, You shall your gentler limbs o'erlave, And for your pains, perfection have. So that, this night, the year gone round, You do again salute this ground; And, in the beams of yond bright Sun, Your faces dry, and all is done. NOw Dian, with her burning face, Declines apace: By which our Waters know To ebb, that late did flow. Back Seas, back Nymphs; but, with a forward grace, Keep, still, your reverence to the place: And shout with joy of favour, you have won, in sight of Albion, Neptune's Son.
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For were the World, with all his wealth, a Ring, BRITANIA (whose new name makes all tongues sing) Might be a Diamant worthy to inchase it, Rul'd by a SVNNE, that to this height doth grace it: Whose Beames shine day, and night, and are of force To blanche an AETHIOPE, and reuiue a Cor's. His light scientiall is, and (past mere nature) Can salue the rude defects of euery creature. Call forth thy honor'd Daughters, then; And let them, 'fore the Brittaine men, Indent the Land, with those pure traces They flow with, in their natiue graces. Inuite them, boldly, to the shore, Their Beauties shalbe scorch'd no more: This Sunne is temperate, and refines All things, on which his radiance shines. Come away, come away, We grow iealous of your stay: If you do not stop your eare, We shall haue more cause to feare Syrens of the land, then they To doubt the Syrens of the Sea. DAughters of the subtle Flood, Do not let Earth longer intertayne you; Let Earth longer intertaine you. Longer intertaine you. 'Tis to them, inough of good, That you giue this litle hope, to gaine you Giue this litle, hope to gaine you. Little hope, to gaine you. If they loue, You shall quickly see; For when to flight you mooue, They'll follow you, the more you flee follow you, the more you flee. The more you flee. If not, impute it each to others matter; They are but Earth, & what you vowd was Water. but earth & what you vowd was Water. earth & what you vowd was Water. And what you vow'd was Water. You vow'd was Water. I Nough, bright Nymphes, the night growes old, And we are greiu'd, we can not hold You longer light: But comfort take. Your Father, onely, to the Lake Shall make returne: Your selues with feasts, Must here remaine the Ocean's guests. Nor shall this vayle, the Sunne hath cast Aboue your bloud, more Summers last. For which, you shall obserue these rites. Thirteene times thrise, on thirteene nightes, (So often as I fill my Sphaere With glorious light, throughout the yeare) You shall (when all things els do sleepe Saue your chast thoughts) with reuerence, steepe Your bodies in that purer brine, And wholsome dew call'd Ros-marine: Then with that soft, and gentler fome, Of which the Ocean, yet, yeelds some, Whereof bright Venus, Beauties Queene, Is sayd to haue begotten beene, You shall your gentler limmes ore-laue, And for your paynes, perfection haue. So that, this night, the yeare gone round, You do againe salute this ground; And, in the beames of yond' bright Sunne, Your faces dry, and all is done. NOw Dian, with her burning face, Declines apace: By which our Waters know To ebbe, that late did flow. Backe Seas, backe Nymphes; but, with a forward grace, Keepe, still, your reuerence to the place: And shout with ioy of fauor, you haue wonne, in sight of Albion, Neptunes Sonne.