Neptune's Triumph for the Return of Albion · chunk 4 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1624 · first performed or written 1624 [Jan 6 (projected)] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.77 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loves of time; Bring all the pleasures of the stage, And relishes of rhyme: Add all the softnesses of Courts The locks, the laughters, and the sports. And mingle all their sweets, and salts, That none may say, the Triumph halts. Behold the Palace of Oceanus! Hail Reverend structure! Boast no more to us Thy being able, all the Gods to feast; We have seen enough: our Albion was thy guest. Now turn and view the wonders of the deep, Where Proteus herds, and Neptune's orks do keep, Where all is ploughed, yet still the pasture green The ways are found, and yet no path is seen, Come noble Nymphs, and do not hide The joys, for which you so provide: If not to mingle with the men, What do you here? Go home again. Your dressings do confess By what we see so curious parts Of Pallas, and Arachne's arts, That you could mean no less. Why do you were the Silkworms toils; Or glory in the shellfish spoils? Or strive to show the grains of ore That you have gathered on the shore, Whereof to make a stock To graft the greener Emerald on Or any better-watered stone? Or Ruby of the rock? Why do you smell of Ambergris, Of which was formed Neptune's Niece, The Queen of Love; unless you can Like Seaborn Venus love a man? Try, put yourselves unto't. Your looks your smiles, and thoughts that meet, Ambrosian hands, and silver feet, do promise you will do't. 'Tis time, your eyes should be refreshed at length Which something new, a part of Neptune's strength See, yond, his fleet, ready to go, or come, Or fetch the riches of the Ocean home, So to secure him both in peace, and wars, Till not one ship alone, but all be stars. I have another service far you, Brother Poet, a dish of pickled Sailors, fine salt sea-boys, shall relish like Anchoves, or Caviar, to draw down a cup of nectar, in the skirts of a night. Come away boys, the Town is ours, hay for Neptune, and our young Master. He knows the Compass and the Card, While Castor sits on the main yard, And Pollux too, to help your sails; And bright Leucothoe, fills your sails: Arion sings, the Dolphins swim, And, all the way, to gaze on him. Although we wish the Triumph still might last For such a Prince, and his discovery past, Yet now, great Lord of waters, and of Isles, Give Proteus leave to turn unto his wiles: And, whilst young Albion doth thy labours ease, Dispatch Portunus to thy ports, And Saron to thy Seas: To meet old Nereus, with his fifty girls, From aged Indus laden home with pearls, And orient gums, to burn unto thy name. And may thy subjects' hearts be all on flame: Whilst thou dost keep the earth in firm estate, And, 'mongst the winds, dost suffer no debate. But both at sea, and land, our powers increase, With health, and all the golden gifts of peace.
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Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loues of time; Bring all the pleasures of the stage, And relishes of rime: Adde all the softnesses of Courts The lockes, the laughters, and the sports. And mingle all their sweets, and salts, That none may say, the Triumph halts. Behold the Palace of Oceanus! Hayle Reverend structure! Boast no more to vs Thy being able, all the Gods to feast; We haue seene enough: our Albion was thy guest. Now turne and view the wonders of the deepe, Where Proteus heards, and Neptunes orkes do keep, Where all is plough'd, yet still the pasture greene The wayes are found, and yet no path is seene, Come noble Nymphs, and doe not hide The ioyes, for which you so prouide: If not to mingle with the men, What doe you here? Go home agen. Your dressings doe confesse By what we see so curious parts Of Pallas, and Arachnes arts, That you could meane no lesse. Why doe you were the Silkewormes toyles; Or glory in the shellfish spoiles? Or striue to shew the graines of ore That you haue gatherd on the shore, Whereof to make a stocke To graft the greener Emerald on Or any better-waterd stone? Or Ruby of the rocke? Why do you smell of Amber gris, Of which was formed Neptunes Neice, The Queene of Loue; vnlesse you can Like Sea-borne Venus loue a man? Try, put your selues vnto't. Your lookes your smiles, and thoughts that meete, Ambrosian hands, and siluer feete, doe promise you will do't. 'Tis time, your eyes should be refresh'd at length Which something new, a part of Neptunes strength See, yond, his fleete, ready to goe, or come, Or fetch the riches of the Ocean home, So to secure him both in peace, and warres, Till not one ship alone, but all be starres. I haue another seruice fer you, Brother Poet, a dish of pickled Saylors, fine salt Sea-boyes, shall relish like Anchoues, or Caueare, to draw downe a cup of nectar, in the skirts of a night. Come away boyes, the Towne is ours, hay for Neptune, and our young Master. He knowes the Compasse and the Card, While Castor sits on the maine yard, And Pollux too, to helpe your ayles; And bright Leucothoe, fils your sayles: Arion sings, the Dolphins swim, And, all the way, to gaze on him. Although we wish the Triumph still might last For such a Prince, and his discouery past, Yet now, great Lord of waters, and of Isles, Giue Proteus leaue to turne vnto his wiles: And, whilst young Albion doth thy labours ease, Dispatch Portunus to thy ports, And Saron to thy Seas: To meete old Nereus, with his fiftie girles, From aged Indus laden home with pearls, And orient gummes, to burne vnto thy name. And may thy Subiects hearts be all on flame: Whilst thou dost keepe the earth in firme estate, And, 'mongst the winds, dost suffer no debate. But both at sea, and land, our powers increase, With health, and all the golden gifts of peace.