The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 5 of 6
Jonson, Ben · published 1625 · first performed or written 1625 [Jan 9] (Annals) masque · before the Court T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.67 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
The company o'the Rosie-crosse! you widgeon, The company of Players. Go, you are, And willbe still yourself, a mere-fool, In; And take your pot of honey here, and hog's grease, See, who has gulled you, and make one. Great King, Your pardon, if desire to please have trespassed. This fool should have been sent to Antycira, (The I'll of Ellebore,) there to have purged, Not hoped a happy seat within your waters. Hear now the message of the Fates, and Ioue, On whom those Fates depend, to you, as Neptune The great Commander of the Seas, and Isles. That point of Revolution being come When all the Fortunate Islands should be joined, MACARIA, one, and thought a Principal, That hitherto hath floated, as uncertain Where she would fix her blessings, is tonight Instructed to adhere to your BRITANNIA: That where the happy spirits live, hereafter Might be no question made, by the most curious, Since the Macarij come to do you homage, And join their cradle to your continent. Look forth the Shepherd of the Seas, And of the Ports that keep the keys, And to your Neptune tell, MACARIA, Prince of all the Isles, Wherein there nothing grows, but smiles, Doth here put in, to dwell. The winds are sweet, and gently blow, But Zephirus, no breath they know, The Father of the flowers: By him the virgin violets live, And every plant doth odours give, As new, as are the hours. Then, think it not a common cause, That to it so much wonder draws, And all the heaven's consent, With Harmony to tune their notes, In answer to the public votes, That for it up were sent. ay, now, the heights of Neptune's honours shine, And all the glories of his greater style Are read, reflected in this happiest I'll. How both the air, the soil, the seat combine To speak it blessed! These are the true groves, Where joys are borne, Where longings, and where loves! That live! That last! No intermitted wind Blows here, but what leaves flowers, or fruit behind 'tis odour all, that comes! And every tree doth give his gums. There is no sickness, nor no old age known To man, nor any grief that he dares own. There is no hunger there, nor envy of state. Nor least ambition in the Magistrate. But all are even-hearted, open, free, And what one is, another strives to be. Here all the day, they feast, they sport, and spring; Now dance the grace's Hay, now Venus' Ring: To which the old musician's play, and sing. There is ARION, tuning his bold Harp, from flat to sharp. And light Anacreon, He still is one! Stesichorus there, too, That Linus, and old Orpheus doth outdo To wonder. And Amphion! he is there. Nor is Apollo dainty to appear In such a choir, although the trees be thick, He will look in, and see the airs be quick, And that the times be true. Then, chanting, Then, Up, with their notes, they raise the Prince of Men.
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The company o'the Rosie-crosse! you wigion, The company of Players. Go, you are, And wilbe stil your selfe, a Mere-foole, In; And take your pot of hony here, and hogs greace, See, who has guld you, and make one. Great King, Your pardon, if desire to please haue trespass'd. This foole should haue bin sent to Antycira, (The Ile of Ellebore,) there to haue purg'd, Not hop'd a happie seat within your waters. Heare now the message of the Fates, and Ioue, On whom those Fates depend, to you, as Neptune The great Commander of the Seas, and Iles. That point of Reuolution being come When all the Fortunate Islands should be ioyn'd, MACARIA, one, and thought a Principall, That hetherto hath floted, as vncertaine Where she would fix her blessings, is to night Instructed to adhere to your BRITANNIA: That where the happie spirits liue, hereafter Might be no question made, by the most curious, Since the Macarij come to doe you homage, And ioyne their cradle to your continent. Looke forth the Shepheard of the Seas, And of the Ports that keep the keyes, And to your Neptune tell, MACARIA, Prince of all the Isles, Wherein there nothing growes, but smiles, Doth here put in, to dwell. The windes are sweete, and gently blow, But Zephirus, no breath they know, The Father of the flowers: By him the virgin violets liue, And euery plant doth odours giue, As new, as are the howers. Then, thinke it not a common cause, That to it so much wonder drawes, And all the heauens consent, With Harmony to tune their notes, In answer to the publique votes, That for it vp were sent. I, now, the heights of Neptunes honors shine, And all the glories of his greater stile Are read, reflected in this happiest Ile. How both the aire, the soile, the seat combine To speake it blessed! These are the true groues, Where ioyes are borne, Where longings, and where loues! That liue! That last! No intermitted wind Blowes here, but what leaues flowers, or fruit behind Tis odour all, that comes! And euery tree doth giue his gummes. There is no sicknes, nor no old age knowne To man, nor any greife that he dares owne. There is no hunger there, nor enuy of state. Nor least ambition in the Magistrate. But all are euen-harted, open, free, And what one is, another striues to be. Here all the day, they feast, they sport, and spring; Now dance the Graces Hay, now Venus Ring: To which the old Musitians play, and sing. There is ARION, tuning his bold Harpe, from flat to sharpe. And light Anacreon, He still is one! Stesichorus there, too, That Linus, and old Orpheus doth out-doe To wonder. And Amphion! he is there. Nor is Apollo dainty to appeare In such a quire, although the trees be thick, He will looke in, and see the aires be quick, And that the times be true. Then, chanting, Then, Vp, with their notes, they raise the Prince of Men.