The Fortunate Isles and Their Union · chunk 6 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 0.78 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
And sing the present Prophecy that goes Of joining the bright lily, and the ROSE. See! all the flowers That spring the banks along, Do move their heads unto that undersong. SARON, PORTUNUS, PROTEUS, help to bring Our Primrose in, the glory of the spring! And tell the Daffodil, against that day, That we prepare new garlands fresh as May. And interweave the Myrtle, and the Bay. 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 feast; We saw enough: when ALBION was thy guest. Now turn; and view the wonders of the deep, Where Proteus herds, & Neptune's orks do keep, Where all is ploughed, yet still the pastures green New ways are found, and yet no paths are 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 wear 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 With something new, a part of NEPTUNES 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. Although we wish the glory still might last Of such a night, and for the causes 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 one 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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And sing the present Prophecie that goes Of ioyning the bright LILLIE, and the ROSE. See! all the flowres That spring the banks along, Do moue their heads vnto that vnder-song. SARON, PORTVNVS, PROTEVS, helpe to bring Our Primrose in, the glorie of the spring! And tell the Daffadill, against that day, That we prepare new Gyrlands fresh as May. And enterweaue the Myrtle, and the Bay. Spring all the Graces of the age, And all the Loues of time; Bring all the pleasures of the stage, And relishes of rime: Add all the softnesses of Courts, The lookes, the laughters, and the sports. And mingle all their sweets, and salts, Thai none may say, the Triumph halts. Behold the Palace of Oceanus! Hayle Reuerend structure! Boast no more to vs Thy being able, all the Gods to feast; We saw enough: when ALBION was thy guest. Now turne; and view the wonders of the deepe, Where Proteus heards, & Neptunes Orkes do keep, Where all is plough'd, yet still the pastures greene New wayes are found, and yet no paths are seene. Come noble Nymphs, and doe not hide The ioyes, for which you so prouide: If not to mingle with the Men, What do you here? Go home agen. Your dressings doe confesse, By what wee see, so curious parts Of Pallas, and Arachnes arts, That you could meane no lesse. Why do you weare the silke-wormes toyles. Or glorie in the shell-fish spoiles; Or striue to shew the graines of Ore That you haue gather'd on the shore, whereof to make a stocke To graft the greener Emerald on, Or any better water'd stone, Or Rubie of the rock? 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, Do promise you will do't. Tis time, your eyes should be refresht at length With something new, a patt of NEPTVNES 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. Although we wish the glorie still might last Of such a night, and for the causes past: Yet now, great Lord of waters, and of Iles, 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 meet old Nereus, with his fiftie girles, From aged Indus laden home with pearles, And Orient gummes, to burne vnto thy name. And may thy subiects hearts be all one flame. Whilst thou dost keepe the earth in firme estate, And 'mongst the winds, do'st suffer no debate, But both at Sea, and Land, our powers increase, With health, and all the golden gifts of Peace.