Neptune's Triumph for the Return of Albion · chunk 5 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1624 [Jan 6 (projected)] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.78 · 456 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And be it thought no common Cause, That, to it, so much wonder draws, And all the heavens consent, With HARMONY, to tune their notes, In answer to the public votes, That, for it, up were sent. It was no envious Stepdame's rage; Or Tyrant's malice of the age, That did employ him forth. But such a Wisdom, that would prove, By sending him, their hearts, and love That else might fear his worth. I! now the Pomp of Neptune's triumph shines! And all the glories of his great designs Are read, reflected, in his son's return! How all the eyes, the looks, the heart here burn at his arrival! These are the true fires. Are made of joys! Of longing! Of desires! Of hopes! Of fears! Not intermitted blocks. But pure affections, and from odorous stocks! 'Tis incense all, that flames! And these materials scarce have names! My King looks higher, as he scorned the wars Of winds, and with his trident touched the stars. There is no wrinkle in his brow, or frown; But, as his cares he would in Nectar drown, And all the silver-footed Nymphs were dressed; To wait upon him, to the Ocean's feast. Or, here in rows upon the banks were set, And had their several hairs made into net To catch the youths in, as they come on shore. How! Galatea sighing! O, no more. Banish your fears. And Doris dry your tears. Albion is come: And Haliclyon, too, That kept his side, as he was charged to do, With wonder. And the Sirens have him not. Though they no practice, nor no arts forgot, That might have won him, or by charm, or song. Or laying forth their tresses all along Upon the glassy waves; Than diving: Than, Up with their heads, as they were mad of men. And there, the highest-going billows crown, Until some lusty Sea-god pulled them down. See! He is here! Great Master of the main, Receive thy dear, and precious pawn again. SARON, PORTUNUS, PROTEUS, bring him thus, Safe, as thy Subjects wishes gave him us: And of thy glorious Triumph let it be Not less a part, that thou their loves dost see, Than, that his sacred head's returned to thee. 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 looks, 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 feasts; We have seen enough: our Albion was thy guest.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 224–296 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 6 in this edition
Length
456 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Marscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And be it thought no common Cauſe, That, to it, ſo much wonder drawes, And all the Heav'ns conſent, With HARMONY, to tune their notes, In anſwer to the publike votes, That, for it, up were ſent. It was no envious Stepdames rage; Or Tyrants malice of the age, That did employ him forth. But ſuch a Wiſdome, that would prove, By ſending him, their hearts, and love That elſe might feare his worth. I! now the Pompe of Neptunes triumph ſhines! And all the glories of his great deſignes Are read, reflected, in his ſonnes returne! How all the eyes, the lookes, the heart here burne at his arrivall! Theſe are the true fires. Are made of joyes! Of longing! Of deſires! Of hopes! Of feares! No intermitted blocks. But pure affections, and from odorous ſtocks! 'Tis incenſe all, that flames! And theſe materials ſcarce have names! My King lookes higher, as he ſcorn'd the warres Of windes, and with his trident touch'd the ſtarres. There is no wrinkle in his brow, or frowne; But, as his cares he would in Nectar drowne, And all the ſilver-footed Nymphs were dreſt; To waite upon him, to the Oceans feaſt. Or, here in rowes upon the bankes were ſet, And had their ſeverall hayres made into net To catch the youths in, as they come on ſhore. How! Galatea ſighing! O, no more. Baniſh your feares. And Doris dry your teares. Albion is come: And Haliclyon, too, That kept his ſide, as he was charg'd to doe, With wonder. —And the Syrens have him not. Though they no practiſe, nor no arts forgot, That might have wonne him, or by charme, or ſong. Or laying forth their treſſes all along Upon the glaſsie waves; Then diving: Then, Up with their heads, as they were mad of men. And there, the higheſt-going billowes crowne, Untill ſome luſtie Sea-god pull'd them downe. See! He is here! Great Maſter of the mayne, Receive thy deare, and precious pawne againe. SARON, PORTVNVS, PROTEVS, bring him thus, Safe, as thy Subjects wiſhes gave him us: And of thy glorious Triumph let it be No leſſe a part, that thou their loves doeſt ſee, Then, that his ſacred head's return'd to thee. Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loves of time; Bring all the pleaſures of the ſtage, And reliſhes of rime: Adde all the ſoftneſſes of Courts The lookes, 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 us Thy being able, all the Gods to feaſts; We have ſeene enough: our Albion was thy gueſt.