The Lord's Masque (Wedding Masque of Stars and Statues Made Human) · chunk 1 of 4
Campion, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 14] (Annals) masque · before the Court T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses typicality 0.77 · 536 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Again, again, fresh kindle Phoebus' sounds, T'exhale Mania from her earthy den; Alloy the fury that her sense confounds, And call her gently forth, sound, sound, again. What powerful noise is this importunes me, T'abandon darkness which my humour fits? Ioues hand in it I feel, and ever he Must be obaied e'en of the franticst wits. Mania? Ha. Brainsick, why startest thou so? Approach yet nearer, and thou then shalt know The will of Ioue, which he will breathe from me, Who art thou? if my dazzled eyes can see, Thou art the sweet Enchanter heavenly Orpheus. The same Mania, and Ioue greets thee thus, Though several power to thee, and charge he gave, T'enclose in thy Dominions such as rave Through bloods distemper, how dared thou attempt T'imprison Entheus, whose rage is exempt From vulgar censure? it is all divine Full of celestial rapture, that can shine Through darkest shadows, therefore Ioue by me Commands thy power straight to set Entheus free. How can I? frantics, with him many more In one cave are locked up, open once the door, All will fly out, and through the world disturb, The peace of Ioue; for, what power then can curb Their rainelesse fury?— Let not fear in vain Trouble thy crazed fancy, all again Save Entheus to thy safeguard shall retire, For Ioue into our music will inspire The power of passion, that their thoughts shall bend To any form or motion we intent: Obey Ioues willing then, go, set Entheus free. I willing go, so Ioue obeyed must be. Let Music put on Protean▪ changes now, Wild beasts it once tamed, now let frantics bow. Through these soft and calm sounds Mania pass With thy phantastics hence; here is no place Longer for them or thee; Entheus alone Must do Ioues bidding now, all else be gone. Divinest Orpheus, o how all from thee Proceed with wondrous sweetness, am I free? Is my affliction vanished? Too too long Alas, good Entheus, hast thou brooked this wrong; What? number thee with madmen? o mad age, Senseless of thee, and thy celestial rage. For thy excelling rapture, e'en through things That seems most light, is borne with sacred wings: Nor are these Musics, Shows, or Revels vain, When thou adorn'st them with thy Phoebean brain; theyare palate sick of much more vanity, That cannot taste them in their dignity. Ioue therefore lets thy prisoned sprite obtain Her liberty and fiery scope again: And here by me commands thee to create Inventions rare, this night to celebrate, Such as become a nuptial by his will Begun and ended,— Ioue I honour still, And must obey, Orpheus I feel the fires Are ready in my brain, which Ioue enspires, Lo, through that vail, I see Prometheus stand Before those glorious lights, which his false hand Stole out of heaven, the dull earth to inflame With the affects of Love, and honoured Fame, I view them plain in pomp and majesty. Such as being seen might hold rivality, With the best triumphs; Orpheus give a call With thy charmed music, and discover all. Fly cheerful voices, through the air, and clear These clouds, that you hid beauty may appear.
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AGen, agen, fresh kindle Phoebus sounds, T'exhale Mania from her earthie den; Allay the furie that her sense confounds, And call her gently forth, sound, sound, agen. What powerfull noise is this importunes me, T'abandon darkenesse which my humour fits? Ioues hand in it I feele, and euer he Must be obai'd eu'n of the franticst wits. Mania? Hah. Braine-sick, why start'st thou so? Approch yet nearer, and thou then shalt know The will of Ioue, which he will breath from me, Who art thou? if my dazeled eyes can see, Thou art the sweet Enchanter heau'nly Orpheus. The same Mania, and Ioue greets thee thus, Though seuerall power to thee, and charge he gaue, T'enclose in thy Dominions such as raue Through blouds distemper, how durst thou attempt T'imprison Entheus, whose rage is exempt From vulgar censure? it is all diuine Full of celestiall rapture, that can shine Through darkest shadowes, therefore Ioue by me Commands thy power strait to set Entheus free. How can I? Franticks, with him many more In one caue are lockt vp, ope once the dore, All will flie out, and through the world disturbe, The peace of Ioue; for, what power then can curbe Their rainelesse furie?— —Let not feare in vaine Trouble thy crazed fancie, all againe Saue Entheus to thy safeguard shall retire, For Ioue into our musick will inspire The power of passion, that their thoughts shall bend To any forme or motion we intend: Obey Ioues willing then, go, set Entheus free. I willing go, so Ioue obey'd must bee. Let Musicke put on Protean▪ changes now, Wilde beasts it once tam'd, now let Franticks bow. Through these soft and calme sounds Mania passe With thy Phantasticks hence; heere is no place Longer for them or thee; Entheus alone Must do Ioues bidding now, all else be gone. Diuinest Orpheus, ô how all from thee Proceed with wondrous sweetnesse, am I free? Is my affliction vanish't? —Too too long Alas, good Entheus, hast thou brook't this wrong; What? number thee with madmen? o mad age, Sencelesse of thee, and thy celestiall rage. For thy excelling rapture, eu'n through things That seems most light, is borne with sacred wings: Nor are these Musicks, Showes, or Reuels vaine, When thou adorn'st them with thy Phoebean braine; Th'are pallate sicke of much more vanitie, That cannot taste them in their dignitie. Ioue therefore lets thy prison'd spright obtaine Her libertie and fiery scope againe: And heere by me commands thee to create Inuentions rare, this night to celebrate, Such as become a nuptiall by his will Begun and ended,— —Ioue I honor still, And must obey, Orpheus I feele the fires Are reddy in my braine, which Ioue enspires, Loe, through that vaile, I see Prometheus stand Before those glorious lights, which his false hand Stole out of heau'n, the dull earth to enflame With the affects of Loue, and honor'd Fame, I view them plaine in pompe and maiestie. Such as being seene might hold riualitie, With the best triumphes; Orpheus giue a call With thy charm'd musicke, and discouer all. Flie cheerfull voices, through the ayre, and clear These clouds, that you hid beautie may appeare.