The Royal Entertainment at Caversham · chunk 2 of 4
Campion, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Apr 27-28] (Annals) entertainment; masque; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
More than most welcome, renowned and gracious Queen, since your presence vouchsafes to beautify these woods, whereof I am Keeper, be it your pleasure to accept such rude entertainment, as a rough Woodman can yield. This is to us a high holiday, and henceforth yearly shall be kept and celebrated with our Country sports, in honour of so Royal a guest; come friends and fellows now prepare your voices, and present your joys in a Siluan dance. DAnce now and sing the joy, and love we owe: Let cheerful voices and glad gestures show, The Queen of grace is she whom we receive, Honour and State are her guides, Her presence they can never leave. Then in a stately Sylvan form salute Her ever flowing grace. Fill all the Woods with Echoed welcomes, And strew with flowers this place: Let every bow and plant fresh blossoms yield, And all the air refine. Let pleasure strive to please our Goddess, For she is all divine. Yet once again, let us our measures move, And with sweet notes record our joyful love. An object more divine none ever had. Beauty, and heau'n-borne worth, Mixed in perfection never fade. Then with a dance triumphant let us sing Her high advanced praise, And e'en to heaven our gladsome welcomes, With wings of music raise; Welcome, O welcome, ever-honoured Queen, To this now-blessed place, That grove, that bower, that house is happy Which you vouchsafe to grace. NO longer delay her, 'Twere sin now to stay her From her ease with tedious sport; Then welcome still crying, And swiftly hence flying, Let us to our homes resort. Most magnificent and peerless Deity, lo I the surveyor of Lady Flora's works, welcome your grace with fragrant phrases into her Bowers, beseeching your greatness to bear with the late wooden entertainment of the Woodmen, for Woods are more full of weeds than wits, but gardens are weeded, and Gardeners witty, as may appear by me. I have flowers for all fancies, Time for truth, Rosemary for remembrance, Roses for love, heartsease for joy, and thousands more, which all harmoniously rejoice at your presence; but myself, with these my Paradisians here, will make you such music, as the wild Wooddists shall be ashamed to hear the report of it. Come sirs prune your pipes, and tune your strings, and agree together like birds of a feather. WElcome to this flowery place, Fair Goddess and sole Queen of grace: All eyes triumph in your sight, Which through all this empty space Casts such glorious beams of light. Paradise were meeter far To entertain so bright a Star: But why errs my folly so? Paradise is where you are Heaven above, and heaven below. Could our powers and wishes meet, How well would they your graces greet, Yet accept of our desire, Roses of all flowers most sweet Spring out of the silly brier.
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More then most welcome, renowned and gracious Queene, since your presence vouchsafes to beautifie these woods, whereof I am Keeper, be it your pleasure to accept such rude intertainment, as a rough Wood-man can yeeld. This is to vs a high holy-day, and henceforth yearly shall bee kept and celebrated with our Countrie sports, in honour of so Royall a guest; come friends and fellowes now prepare your voices, and present your ioyes in a Siluan dance. DAnce now and sing the ioy, and loue we owe: Let chearfull voices and glad gestures showe, The Queene of grace is shee whom we receiue, Honour and State are her guides, Her presence they can neuer leaue. Then in a stately Siluan forme salute Her euer flowing grace. Fill all the Woods with Ecchoed welcomes, And strew with flowers this place: Let eu'ry bow and plant fresh blossomes yeeld, And all the aire refine. Let pleasure striue to please our Goddesse, For shee is all diuine. Yet once againe, let vs our measures moue, And with sweet notes record our ioyfull loue. An obiect more diuine none euer had. Beautie, and heau'n-borne worth, Mixt in perfection neuer fade. Then with a dance triumphant let vs sing Her high aduanced praise, And eu'n to heau'n our gladsome welcomes, With wings of musick raise; Welcome, O welcome, euer-honoured Queene, To this now-blessed place, That groue, that bowre, that house is happy Which you vouchsafe to grace. NO longer delay her, 'Twere sinne now to stay her From her ease with tedious sport; Then welcome still crying, And swiftly hence flying, Let vs to our homes resort. Most magnificent and peerelesse Diety, loe I the surueyer of Lady Floras workes, welcome your grace with fragrant phrases into her Bowers, beseeching your greatnesse to beare with the late woodden entertainment of the Wood-men, for Woods are more full of weeds then wits, but gardens are weeded, and Gardners witty, as may appeare by me. I haue flowers for all fancies, Tyme for truth, Rosemary for remembrance, Roses for loue, Hartsease for ioy, and thousands more, which all harmoniously reioyce at your presence; but my selfe, with these my Paradisians heere, will make you such musick, as the wilde Wooddists shall bee ashamed to heare the report of it. Come sirs prune your pipes, and tune your strings, and agree together like birds of a feather. VVElcome to this flowrie place, Faire Goddesse and sole Queene of grace: All eyes triumph in your sight, Which through all this emptie space Casts such glorious beames of light. Paradise were meeter farre To entertaine so bright a Starre: But why erres my folly so? Paradise is where you are Heau'n aboue, and heau'n below. Could our powers and wishes meete, How well would they your graces greete, Yet accept of our desire, Roses of all flowers most sweete Spring out of the silly brier.