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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73704	Cœlum Britanicum A masque at White-Hall in the Banquetting-House, on Shrove-Tuesday-night, the 18. of February, 1633.; Cœlum Britannicum	Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?; Bruno, Giordano, 1548-1600. Spaccio de la bestia trionfante.; Jones, Inigo, 1573-1652.	1634 (1634)	STC 4618; ESTC S107477	19,189	41

heaven I sit Her Deputy on Earth I hold her skales And weigh mens Fates out who have made me blind Because themselves want eyes to fee my causes Call me inconstant cause my workes surpasse The shallow fathom of their human reason Yet here like blinded Iustice I dispence With nay impartiall hands their constant lots And if desertlesse impious men engrosse My best rewards the fault is yours you gods That scant your graces to mortalitie And niggards of your good scarce spare the world One vertuous for a thousand wicked men It is no error to conferre dignity But to bestow it on a vicious man I gave the dignity but you made the vice Make you men good and I 'le make good men happy That Plutus is refus'd dismaies me not He is my Drudge and the externall pompe In which he deckes the World proceeds from me Not him like Harmony that not resides In strings or notes but in the hand and voyce The revolutions of Empires States Scepters and Crownes are but my game and sport Which as they hang on the events of Warre So those depend upon my turning wheele You warlike Squadrons who in battels joyn'd Dispute the Right of Kings which I decide Present the modell of that martiall frame By which when Crownes are stak'd I rule the game They dance the sixth Antimaske being the representation of a Buttell Mom. Madam I should censure you pro falso clamore for preferring a skandalous cros-bill of recrimination against the gods but your blindnesse shall excuse you Alas what would it advantage you if vertue were as universall as vice is it would onely follow that as the world now exclaimes upon you for exalting the vicious it would then raile as fast at you for depressing the vertuous so they would still keep their tune though you chang'd their ditty Merc. The mists in which future events are wrap'd That oft succeed beside the purposes Of him that workes his dull eyes not discerning The first great cause offer'd thy clouded shape To his enquiring search so in the darke The groping world first found thy Deity And gave thee rule over contingencies Which to the piercing eye of Providence Being fix'd and certaine where past and to come Are alwayes present thou dost disappeare Losest thy being and art not all Be thou then onely a deluding Phantome At best a blind guide leading blinder fooles Who would they but survay their mutuall wants And helpe each other there were left no roome For thy vaine ayd Wisdome whose strong-built plots Leave nought to hazard mockes thy futile power Industrious labour drags thee by the lockes Bound to his toyling Car and not attending Till thou dispence reaches his owne reward Onely the lazy sluggard yawning lyes Before thy threshold gaping for thy dole And lickes the easie hand that feeds his sloth The shallow rash and unadvised man Makes thee his stale disburdens all the follies Of his mis-guided actions on thy shoulders Vanish from hence and seeke those Ideots out That thy fantasticke god-head hath allow'd And rule that giddy superstitious crowd Hedone Pleasure a young woman with a smiling face in a light lascivious habit adorn'd with silver and gold her Temples crown'd with a garland of Roses and over that a Rainbow circling her head downe to her shoulders Hedone enters Merc. What wanton 's this Mom. This is the sprightly Lady Hedone a merry gamester this people call her Pleasure Plea The reasons equall Iudges here alleag'd By the dismist Pretenders all concurre To strengthen my just title to the Spheare Honour or Wealth or the contempt of both Have in themselves no simple reall good But as they are the meanes to purchase Pleasure The paths that lead to my delicious Palace They for my sake I for mine owne am priz'd Beyond me nothing is I am the Gole The journeyes end to which the sweating world And wearied Nature travels For this the best And wisest sect of all Philosophers Made me the seat of supreme happinesse And though some more austere upon my ruines Did to the prejudice of Nature raise Some petty low-built vertues 't was because They wanted wings to reach my soaring pitch Had they beene Princes borne themselves had prov'd Of all mankind the most luxurious For those delights which to their low condition Were obvious they with greedy appetite Suck'd and devour'd from offices of State From cares of family children wife hopes feares Retir'd the churlish Cynicke in his Tub Enjoy'd those pleasures which his tongue defam'd Nor am I rank'd mongst the superfluous goods My necessary offices preserve Each single man and propogate the kind Then am I universall as the light Or common Ayre we breathe and since I am The generall desire of all mankinde Civill Felicity must reside in me Tell me what rate my choycest pleasures beare When for the short delight of a poore draught Of cheape cold water great Lysimachus Rendred himselfe slave to the Scythians Should I the curious structure of my seats The art and beauty of my severall objects Rehearse at large your bounties would reserve For every sense a proper constellation But I present their Persons to your eyes Come forth my subtle Organs of delight With changing figures please the curious eye And charme the eare with moving Harmonie They dance the seventh Antimaske of the five Senses Merc. Bewitching Syren guilded rottennesse Thou hast with cunning artifice display'd Th' enamel'd outside and the honied verge Of the faire cup where deadly poyson lurkes Within a thousand sorrowes dance the round And like a shell Paine circles thee without Griefe is the shadow waiting on thy steps Which as thy joyes ginne tow'rds their West decline Doth to a Gyants spreading forme extend Thy Dwarfish stature Thou thy selfe art Paine Greedy intense Desire and the keene edge Of thy fierce Appetite oft strangles thee And cuts thy slender thread but still the terror And apprehension of thy hasty end Mingles with Gall thy most refined sweets Yet thy Cyrcaean charmes transforme the world Captaines that have resisted warre and death Nations that over Fortune have triumph'd Are by thy Magicke made effeminate Empires that knew no limits but the Poles Have in thy wanton lap melted away Thou wert the Author of the first excesse That drew this reformation on the gods Canst thou then dreame those Powers that from heaven have Banish'd th' effect will there enthrone th' cause To thy voluptuous Denne flye Witch from hence There dwell for ever drown'd in brutish sense Mom. I concurre and am growne so weary of these tedious pleadings as I 'le packe up too and be gone Besides I see a crowd of other suitors pressing hither I 'le stop 'em take their petitions and preferre 'em above and as I came in bluntly without knocking and no body bid mee welcome so I 'le depart as abruptly without taking leave and bid no bodie fare well Merc. These with forc'd reasons and strain'd arguments Vrge vaine pretences whilst your Actions plead And

power Which feeble Vertue seldome can resist Stronger then Towers of brasse or Chastity Iove knew you when he courted Danae And Cupid weares you on that Arrowes head That still prevailes But the gods keepe their Thrones To enstall Vertue not her Enemies They dread thy force which even themselves have felt Witnesse Mount-Ida where the Martiall Maid And frowning Iuno did to mortall eyes Naked for gold their sacred bodies show Therefore for ever be from heaven banish'd But since with toyle from undiscover'd Worlds Thou aret brought hither where thou first didst breathe The thirst of Empire into Regall brests And frightedst quiet Peace from her meeke Throne Filling the World with tumult blood and warre Follow the Camps of the contentious earth And be the Conqu'rers slave but he that can Or conquer thee or give thee Vertues stampe Shall shine in heaven a pure immortall Lampe Mom. Nay stay and take my benediction along with you I could being here a Co-Iudge like others in my place now that you are condemn'd either raile at you or breake jests upon you but I rather chuse to loose a word of good counsell and entreat you to bee more carefull in your choyce of company for you are alwayes found either with Misers that not use you at all or with fooles that know not how to use you wel be not hereafter so reserv'd and coy to men of worth and parts and so you shall gaine such credit as at the next Sessions you may be heard with better successe But till you are thus reform'd I pronounce this positive sentence That wheresoever you shall chuse to abide your society shall adde no credit or reputation to the party nor your discontinuance or totall absence be matter of disparagement to any man and whosoever shall hold a contrary estimation of you shall be condemn'd to weare perpetuall Motley unlesse hee recant his opinion Now you may voyd the Court Paenia enters a woman of a pale colour large brims of a hat upon her head through which her haire started up like a fury her Robe was of a darke color full of patches about one of her hands was tied a chaine of Iron to which was fastned a weighty stone which shee bore up under her arme Paenia enters Merc. What Creature 's this Mom. The Antipodes to the other they move like two Buckets or as two nayles drive out one another if Riches depart Poverty will enter Pov. I nothing doubt Great and Immortall Powers But that the place your wisdome hath deny'd My foe your Instice will conferre on me Since that which renders him incapable Proves a strong plea for me I could pretend Even in these rags a larger Soverainty Then gaudy Wealth in all his pompe can boast For marke how few they are that share the World The numerous Armies and the swarming Ants That fight and toyle for them are all my Subjects They take my wages weare my Livery Invention too and Wit are both my creatures And the whole race of Vertue is my Off-spring As many mischiefes issue from my wombe And those as mighty as proceed from gold Oft o're his Throne I wave my awfull Scepter And in the bowels of his state command When midst his heapes of coyne and hils of gold I pine and starve the avaritious Foole But I decline those titles and lay clayme To heaven by right of Diuine contemplation Shee is my Darling I in my soft lap Free from disturbing cares bargaines accounts Leases Rents Stewards and the feare of theeves That vex the rich nurse her in calme repose And with her all the Vertues speculative Which but with me find no secure retreat For entertainment of this howre I 'll call A race of people to this place that live At Natures charge and not importune heaven To chaine the winds up or keepe backe the stormes To stay the thunder or forbid the hayle To thresh the unreap'd eare but to all weathers Both chilling frost and skalding Sunne expose Their equall face Come forth my swarthy traine In this faire circle dance and as you move Marke and foretell happy events of Love They dance the fifth Antimaske of Gypsies Mom. I cannot but wonder that your perpetuall conversation with Poets and Philosophers hath furnished you with no more Logicke or that you should thinke to impose upon us so grosse an inference as because Plutus and you are contrary therefore whatsoever is denyed of the one must be true of the other as if it should follow of necessity because he is not Iupiter you are No I give you to know I am better vers'd in cavils with the gods then to swallow such a fallacie for though you two cannot bee together in one place yet there are many places that may be without you both and such is heaven where neither of you are likely to arrive therefore let me advise you to marry your selfe to Content and beget sage Apothegms and goodly morall Sentences in dispraise of Riches and contempt of the world Merc. Thou dost presume too much poore needy wretch To claime a station in the Firmament Because thy humble Cottage or thy Tub Nurses some lazie or Pedantique virtue In the cheape Sun-shine or by shady springs With roots and pot-hearbs where thy rigid hand Tearing those humane passions from the mind Vpon whose stockes faire blooming vertues flourish Degradeth Nature and benummeth sense And Gorgon-like turnes active men to stone We not require the dull society Of your necessitated Temperance Or that unnaturall stupidity That knowes nor joy nor sorrow nor your forc'd Falsly exalted passive Fortitude Above the active This low abject brood That fix their seats in mediocrity Become your servile minds but we advance Such vertues onely as admit excesse Brave bounteous Acts Regall Magnificence All-seeing Prudence Magnanimity That knowes no bound and that Heroicke vertue For which Antiquity hath left no name But patternes onely such as Hercules Achilles Theseus Backe to thy loath'd cell And when thou seest the new enlightned Spheare Study to know but what those Worthies were Tiche enters hor head bald behind and one great locke before wings at her shoulders and in her hand a wheele her upper parts naked and the skirt of her garment wrought all over with Crownes Scepters Boakes and such other things as expresse both her greatest and smallest gifts Mom. See where Dame Fortune comes you may know her by her wheele and that vaile over eyes with which she hopes like a seel'd Pigeon to mount above the Clouds and pearch in the eighth Spheare listen she begins Fort. I come not here you gods to plead the Right By which Antiquity assign'd my Deitie Though no peculiar station 'mongst the Stars Yet generall power to rule their influence Or boast the Title of Omnipotent Ascrib'd me then by which I rival'd Iove Since you have cancell'd all those old records But confident in my good cause and merit Claime a succession in the vacant Orbe For since Astraa fled to