The Lord's Masque (Wedding Masque of Stars and Statues Made Human) · chunk 3 of 4
Campion, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 14] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Entheus, Thy counsels are divine and just, Let Orpheus deck thy Hymn, since pray we must. Powerful Ioue, that of bright stars, Now hast made men fit for wars; Thy power in these Statues prove, And make them women fit for love. See Ioue is pleased, Statues have life & move, Go new-born men, and entertain with love, These new-born women, though your number yet Exceeds theirs double, they are armed with wit, To bear your best encounters, Court them fair: When words and Music speak, let none despair. Woo her, and win her, he that can, Each woman hath two lovers, So she must take and leave a man, Till time more grace discovers; This doth Ioue to show that want, Makes beauty most respected; If fair women were more scant, They would be more affected. Courtship and Music, suit with love, They both are works of passion, Happy is he whose words can move, Yet sweet notes help persuasion. Mix your words with Music then, That they the more may enter; Bold assaults are fit for men, That on strange beauties venture. Cease, cease your wooing strife, see Ioue intends, To fill your number up, and make all friends, Orpheus, and Eutheus, join your skills once more, And with a Hymn the Deity implore. Powerful Ioue, that hast given four, Raise this number but once more, That complete, their numerous feet May aptly in just measures meet. The number's now complete, thanks be to Ioue, No man needs fear a Rival in his love; For, all are sped, and now begins delight, To fill with glory, this triumphant night. Breathe you now, while Io Hymen To the Bride we sing: O how many joys, and honours, From this match will spring? Ever firm the league will prove, Where only goodness causeth love. Some for profit seek What their fancies most disleeke, These love for virtues sake alone: Beauty and youth unite them both in one. Live with thy Bridegroom happy, sacred Bride; How blessed is he, that is for love envied. Breathe again, while we with music Fill the empty space: O but do not in your dances, Yourselves only grace. Every one fetch out your Fere, Whom chiefly you will honour here, Sights most pleasure breed, When their numbers most exceed: Choose then, for choice to all is free, Taken or left, none discontent must be. Now in thy Revels frolicke-faire delight, To heap joy on this ever honoured night. CEase, cease you Revels, rest a space, New pleasures press into this place, Full of beauty and of grace. Make clear the passage to Sibilla's sight, Who with her Trophy comes, to crown this night, And as herself with Music shall be led, So shall she pull on with a golden thread. A high vast obelisk, dedicate to fame, Which immortality itself did frame. Raise high your voices now, like Trumpets fill, The room with sounds of Triumph, sweet and shrill. COme triumphing, come with state, Old Sibilla, reverend Dame, Thou keep'st the secret key of fate, Preventing swiftest fame. This night breath only words of joy, And speak them plain, now be not coy,
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Entheus, Thy councels are diuine and iust, Let Orpheus decke thy Hymne, since pray we must. POwerfull Ioue, that of bright starres, Now hast made men fit for warres; Thy power in these Statues proue, And make them women fit for loue. See Ioue is pleas'd, Statues haue life & moue, Goe new-borne men, and entertaine with loue, These new-borne women, though your number yet Exceedes their's double, they are arm'd with wit, To beare your best encounters, Court them faire: When words and Musicke speake, let none despaire. WOoe her, and win her, he that can, Each woman hath two louers, So shee must take and leaue a man, Till time more grace discouers; This doth Ioue to shew that want, Makes beautie most respected; If faire women were more skant, They would be more affected. Courtship and Musicke, suite with loue, They both are workes of passion, Happie is he whose words can moue, Yet sweete notes helpe perswasion. Mixe your words with Musicke then, That they the more may enter; Bold assaults are fit for men, That on strange beauties venture. Cease, cease your woing strife, see Ioue intends, To fill your number vp, and make all friends, Orpheus, and Eutheus, ioyne your skils once more, And with a Hymne the Dietie implore. POwerfull Ioue, that hast giuen fower, Raise this number but once more, That complete, their numerous feet May aptly in iust measures meet. The number's now complete, thankes be to Ioue, No man needs feare a Riuall in his loue; For, all are sped, and now begins delight, To fill with glorie, this triumphant night. BReath you now, while Io Hymen To the Bride we sing: O how many ioyes, and honors, From this match will spring? Euer firme the league will proue, Where only goodnesse causeth loue. Some for profit seeke What their fancies most disleeke, These loue for vertues sake alone: Beautie and youth vnite them both in one. Liue with thy Bridegroome happy, sacred Bride; How blest is he, that is for loue enui'd. BReath againe, while we with musicke Fill the emptie space: O but do not in your dances, Your selues only grace. Eu'ry one fetch out your Pheare, Whom chiefely you will honor heere, Sights most pleasure breed, When their numbers most exceed: Chuse then, for choice to all is free, Taken or left, none discontent must bee. Now in thy Reuels frolicke-faire delight, To heape Ioy on this euer honored night. CEase, cease you Reuels, rest a space, New pleasures presse into this place, Full of beautie and of grace. Make cleare the passage to Sibilla's sight, Who with her Trophee comes, to crowne this night, And as her selfe with Musicke shall be led, So shall shee pull on with a golden thread. A high vast Obeliske, dedicate to fame, Which immortalitie it selfe did frame. Raise high your voices now, like Trumpets fill, The roome with sounds of Triumph, sweete and shrill. COme triumphing, come with state, Old Sibilla, reuerend Dame, Thou keep'st the secret key of fate, Preuenting swiftest fame. This night breath onely words of ioy, And speake them plaine, now be not coy,