Jonson, Ben · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [Jan 10] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.79 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
That she, with labour, might confound them too. For, ever since, with error hath she held Them wandering in the Ocean, and so quelled Their hopes beneath their toil, as (desperate now Of any least success unto their vow; Nor knowing to return to express the grace, Wherewith they labour to this Prince, and place) One of them, meeting me at Sea, did pray, That for the love of my a ORYTHYIA, (Whose very name did heat my frosty breast, And make me shake my Snow-filled wings, & crest) To bear this sad report I would be won, And frame their just excuse: which here I have done. WOuld thou hadst not begun, unlucky Wind, That never yet blewest goodness to mankind; But with thy bitter, and too piercing breath, Strik'st b horrors through the air, as sharp as death. ALL horrors vanish, and all name of Death, be all things here as calm as is my breath. A gentler Wind, Vulturnus, brings you news The I'll is found, & that the Nymphs now use Their rest, & joy. The night's black charms are flown. For, being made unto their Goddess known, Bright Aethiopia, the Silver Moon, As she was a Hecate, she broke them soon: And now by virtue of their light, and grace, The glorious Isle, wherein they rest, takes place Of all the earth for Beauty. b There, their Queen Hath raised them a Throne, that still is seen To turn unto the motion of the World; Wherein they sit, and are, like Heaven, whirled About the Earth; whilst, to them contrary, (Following those nobler torches of the Sky) A world of little Loves, and chaste Desires, Do light their beauties, with still moving fires. And who to heavens consent can better move, Than those that are so like it, Beauty and Love? Hither, as to their new Elysium, The spirits of the antic Greeks are come, Poets, and Singers, Linus, Orpheus, all That have excelled in c knowledge musical; Where, set in Arbours made of myrtle, and gold, They live, again, these Beauties to behold. And thence, in flowery mazes walking forth Sing hymns in celebration of their worth. Whilst, to their Songs, two Fountains flow, one height Of lasting Youth, the other chaste Delight, That at the closes, from their bottoms spring, And strike the Air to echo what they sing. But, why do I describe what all must see? By this time, near thy coast, they floating be; For, so their virtuous Goddess, the chaste Moon, Told them, the Fate of th' Island should, & soon Would fix itself unto thy continent, As being the place, by Destiny foremeant, Where they should slow forth, dressed in her attires: And, that the influence of those holy fires, (First rapt from hence) being multiplied upon The other four, should make their Beauties one. Which now expect to see, great Neptune's Son, And love the miracle, which thyself hast done.
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That she, with labor, might confound them too. For, euer since, with error hath she held Them wandring in the Ocean, and so quell'd Their hopes beneath their toyle, as (desperat now Of any least successe vnto their vow; Nor knowing to returne to expresse the grace, Wherewith they labor to this Prince, and place) One of them, meeting me at Sea, did pray, That for the loue of my ORYTHYIA, (Whose very name did heate my frosty brest, And make me shake my Snow-fill'd wings, & crest) To beare this sad report I would be wonne, And frame their iust excuse: which here I haue done. WOuld thou hadst not begun, vnluckie Winde, That neuer yet blew'st goodnes to mankind; But with thy bitter, and too piercing breath, Strik'st horrors through the ayre, as sharp as death. ALL horrors vanish, and all name of Death, Bee all things here as calme as is my breath. A gentler Wind, Vulturnus, brings you newes The Ile is found, & that the Nymphs now vse Their rest, & ioy. The Nights black charmes are flowne. For, being made vnto their Goddesse knowne, Bright Aethiopia, the Siluer Moone, As she was Hecate, she brake them soone: And now by vertue of their light, and grace, The glorious Isle, wherein they rest, takes place Of all the earth for Beauty. There, their Queen Hath raysed them a Throne, that still is seene To turne vnto the motion of the World; Wherein they sit, and are, like Heauen, whirld About the Earth; whilst, to them contrary, (Following those nobler torches of the Sky) A world of little Loues, and chast Desires, Do light their beauties, with still mouing fires. And who to Heauens consent can better moue, Then those that are so like it, Beauty and Loue? Hether, as to theyr new Elysium, The spirits of the antique Greekes are come, Poets, and Singers, Linus, Orpheus, all That haue excell'd in knowledge musicall; Where, set in Arbrs made of myrtle, and gold, They liue, againe, these Beautyes to behold. And thence, in flowry mazes walking forth Sing hymnes in celebration of their worth. Whilst, to theyr Songs, two Fountaynes flow, one hight Of lasting Youth, the other chast Delight, That at the closes, from theyr bottomes spring, And strike the Ayre to eccho what they sing. But, why do I describe what all must see? By this time, nere thy coast, they floating be; For, so their vertuous Goddesse, the chast Moone, Told them, the Fate of th' Iland should, & soone Would fixe it selfe vnto thy continent, As being the place, by Destiny fore-ment, Where they should slow forth, drest in her attyres: And, that the influence of those holy fires, (First rapt from hence) being multiplied vpon The other foure, should make their Beauties one. Which now expect to see, great Neptunes Sonne, And loue the miracle, which thy selfe hast done.