The Royal Entertainment at Highgate (The Penates) · chunk 3 of 5
Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1604 [May 1] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
SEe, see, O see, who here is come a-Maying! The master of the Ocean; And his beauteous ORIAN: Why left we off our playing? To gaze, to gaze, On them, that gods no less than men amaze. Up Nightingale, and sing jug, jug, jug, jug, etc. Raise Lark thy note, and wing, All birds their music bring, Sweet Robin, linnet, Thrush, Record, from every bush, The welcome of the King; And Queen: Whose like were never seen, For good, for fair. Nor can be; though fresh May, Should every day Invite a several pair, No, though she should invite a several pair. If all the pleasures were distilled Of every flower, in every field, And all that HIBLA hives do yield Were into one broad mazor filled; If, thereto, added all the gums, And spice, that from PANCHAIA comes, The odour, that HYDASPES lends Or PHoeNIX proves, before she ends; If all the Air, my FLORA drew, Or spirit, that ZEPHYRE ever blew; Were put therein; and and all the dew That ever rosy Morning knew; Yet, all diffused upon this bower, To make one sweet detaining hour, Were much too little for the grace, And honour, you vouchsafe the place. But, if you please to come again, We vow, we will not then, with vain, And empty pass-times entertain, Your so desired, though grieved pain. For, we will have the wanton fawns, That frisking skip, about the lawns, The Paniskes, and the Sylvans rude, satires, and all that multitude, To dance their wilder rounds about, And cleave the air, with many a shout, As they would hunt poor Echo out Of yonder valley, who doth flout Their rustic noise. To visit whom You shall behold whole bevies come Of gaudy Nymphs, who tender calls Well tuned (unto the many falls Of sweet, and several sliding rills, That stream from tops of those less hills) Sound like so many silver quills When ZEPHYRE them with music fills. For these, FAVONIUS here shall blow New flowers, which you shall see to grow, Of which, each hand a part shall take, And, for your heads, fresh garlands make. Wherewith, whilst they your temples round, An air of several birds shall sound An Iö paean, that shall drown The acclamations, at your crown. All this, and more than I have gift of saying, MAY vows, so you will oft come here a Masing. And MERCURY, her son, shall venture the displeasure of his father, with the whole bench of Heaven, that day, but he will do his mother's intents all serviceable assistance. Till then, and ever, live high and happy, you, and your other you; both envied for your fortunes, loved for your graces, and admired for your virtues.
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SEe, see, Ô see, who here is come a Maying! The master of the Ocean; And his beautious ORIAN: Why left we off our playing? To gaze, to gaze, On them, that gods no lesse then men amaze. Vp Nightingale, and sing Iug, jug, jug, jug, &c. Raise Larke thy note, and wing, All birds their musique bring, Sweet Robin, Linet, Thrush, Record, from euery bush, The welcome of the King; And Queene: Whose like were neuer seene, For good, for faire. Nor can be; though fresh May, Should euery day Inuite a seuerall paire, No, though shee should inuite a seuerall paire. If all the pleasures were distill'd Of eu'ry flower, in euery field, And all that HIBLA hiues do yeild Were into one broad mazor fild; If, thereto, added all the gummes, And spice, that from PANCHAIA comes, The odour, that HYDASPES lends Or PHoeNIX proues, before she ends; If all the Ayre, my FLORA drew, Or spirit, that ZEPHYRE euer blew; Were put therein; and and all the dew That euer rosy Morning knew; Yet, all diffus'd vpon this bower, To make one sweet detayning houre, Were much too little for the grace, And honor, you vouchsafe the place. But, if you please to come againe, We vow, we will not then, with vaine, And empty passe-times entertayne, Your so desir'd, though grieued payne. For, we will haue the wanton fawnes, That frisking skip, about the lawnes, The Paniskes, and the Siluanes rude, Satyres, and all that multitude, To daunce their wilder rounds about, And cleaue the ayre, with many a shout, As they would hunt poore Echo out Of yonder valley, who doth flout Their rusticke noyse. To visite whome You shall behold whole beuies come Of gaudy Nymphes, who tender calls Well tun'd (vnto the many falls Of sweete, and seuerall sliding rills, That streame from tops of those lesse hills) Sound like so many siluer quills When ZEPHYRE them with musique fills. For these, FAVONIVS here shall blow New flowers, which you shall see to grow, Of which, each hand a part shall take, And, for your heads, fresh garlands make. Wherewith, whilst they your temples round, An ayre of seuerall birds shall sound An Iö paean, that shall drowne The acclamations, at your crowne. All this, and more then I haue gift of saying, MAY vowes, so you will oft come here a Masing. And MERCVRY, her sonne, shall venture the displeasure of his father, with the whole bench of Heauen, that day, but he will doe his mothers intents all seruiceable assistance. Till then, and euer, liue high and happy, you, and your other you; both enuied for your fortunes, lou'd for your graces, and admired for your vertues.