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A09220	The araygnement of Paris a pastorall. Presented before the Queenes Maiestie, by the Children of her chappell.	Peele, George, 1556-1596.; Paulilli, Anello. Giudito di Paride.	1584 (1584)	STC 19530; ESTC S110334	23,274	42

The Araygnement of Paris A PASTORALL Presented before the Queenes Maiestie by the Children of her Chappell Imprinted at London by Henrie Marsh ANNO. 1584 THE ARAIGNEMENT OF PARIS Ate Prologus COndemned soule Ate from lowest hell And deadlie riuers of the infernall loue Where bloudles ghostes in paines of endles date Fill ruthles eares with neuer ceasing cries Beholde I come in place and bring beside The bane of Troie beholde the fatall frute Raught from the golden tree of Proserpine Proude Troy must fall so bidde the gods aboue And statelie Iliums loftie towers be racet By conquering handes of the victorious foe King Priams pallace waste with flaming fire Whose thicke and foggie smoake peircing the skie Must serue for messenger of sacrifice T appeaze the anger of the angrie heauens And Priams younger sonne the sheepeherde swaine Paris th' unhappie organ of the Greekes So loath and weerie of her heauie loade The Earth complaynes vnto the hellish prince Surcharged with the burden that she nill sustaine Th' unpartiall daughters of Necessitie Bin aydes in her sute and so the twine That holdes olde Priams house the threede of Troie Dame Atrops with knife in sunder cuttes Done be the pleasure of the powers aboue Whose hestes men must obey and I my parte Performe in Ida vales Lordinges adieu Imposing silence for your taske I ende Till iust assemblie of the goddesses Make me beginne the Tragedie of Troie Exit Ate 〈…〉 ACT. I. SCENA I. Pan Faunus and Siluanus with their attendants enter to giue welcome to the goddesses Pans sheepeherd hath a lambe Faunus hunter hath a faune Siluanus woodman with an oken bowe laden with acornes Pan incipit Pan. SILVANUS 〈…〉 O 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 all to 〈◊〉 For by this morning mirth to shoulde appeare The 〈◊〉 or the goddesses be neer Faun. My 〈◊〉 was nimble Pan and whipt apace T was 〈◊〉 that he caught him vp at last The fattest 〈…〉 I wonder how 〈…〉 so fast Pan. And I haue brought a twagger for the nonce A bunting lambe nay pray you feele no bones Beleeue me now my cunning much I misse If euer Pan 〈…〉 then this Sil. Sirs you may boast your flockes herdes that bin both fresh faire Yet hath Siluanus walk●● 〈◊〉 is that stand in holsome ayre And loe the honor of the woodes the gallant Oken-bowe Do I bestowe laden with Acornes with mast enough Pan. Peace man for shame shalt haue both lambes dames flockes and herdes al And all my pipes to make the glee we meete not now to brawle Faun. There 's no such matter Pan we are all friendes assembled hether To bid Queene Iuno and her pheeres most humblie welcome hether Diana mistresse of our woodes her presence will not want Her curtesie to all her friendes we wot is nothing skant ACT. I. SCENA II. Pomona entereth with her fruite Manentibus Pan cum reliquis Pom. Yee Par no farther yet had the starte of me Why then Pomona wit her fruite comes time enough I see Come on a while with countrie store like friendes we vente forth Thinkest Faunus that these goddesses will take our giftes in woorth Faun. Yea doubtles for shall tell thee dame t were better giue a thing A signe of loue vnto a mightie person or a king Then to a rude and barbarous swayne 〈…〉 borne For gentlie takes the 〈…〉 the clowne will scorne Pan. Saist trulie Faunus I my selfe haue giuen good ridie lambes To Mercurie may saie to thee to Phoebus and to Loue When to a countrie mops forsooth cha●e offred all their dames And pypt and prayed for little worth and raunged about the groue Pom. God Pan that makes your flocke so thin makes you looke so leane To kisse in corners Pan wel-sed wench some other thing you meane Pom. Yea ●est it out till it goe alone but maruell where we mylle Faire Flora all this merrie morne Faun some newes see where she is ACT. I. SCENA III Flora entereth to the countrie gods Pan. Flora well met and for thy taken payne Poore countrie gods thy debters we remaine Flor. Beleeue me Pan not all thy lambes and yoes Nor Faunus all thy lustie buckes and does But that I am instructed well to knowe What seruice to the hills and dales I owe Could haue enforcet one to so straunge a toyle Thus to enrich this gaudie gallant soyle Faun. But tell me wench 〈◊〉 don't so trick in deede That heauen it selfe may wonder at the deede Flor. Not Iris in her pride and brauerie Adornes her arche with such varietie Nor doth the milke white way in frostie night Appeare so faire and beautifull in sight As done these fieldes and groues and sweetest bowres Bestrewed and deckt with partie collord flowers Alonge the bubling brookes siluer glyde that at the bottome doth in sylence slyde The waterie flowers and lillies on the bankes Like blazing cometes burgen all in rankes Vnder the Hathorne and the Poplar tree Where ●●●red Phoebe may delight to be The Primerose and the purple Hyacinthe The dayntie Violet 〈…〉 Minthe The dooble Daisie and the 〈…〉 Of sommer floures do 〈…〉 And rounde about the valley as ye passe Yee may ne 〈…〉 peeping flowers the grasse That well the mightie 〈◊〉 and the rest May boldlie thinke to be a welcome guest On Ida hills when to approue the thing The queene of flowers prepares a second spring Sil. Thou gentle Nymphe what thankes shall we repaie To thee that makest our fieldes and woodes so gaie Flo. 〈◊〉 when it is thy hap to see My workemanship in portraying all the three First stately Iuno with her porte and grace Her roobes her lawnes her crounet and her mace Would make thee 〈◊〉 this picture to beholde Of yellow Oxstips bright as burnisht golde Pom. A rare deuice and Flora well perdie Did painte her yellow for her iellozie Flo. Pallas in flowers of hue and collowers red Her plumes her helme her launce her Gorgons he●● Her trayling tresses that hang flaring rounde Of Iulie-flowers so grassed in the grounde That trust me Sirs who did the cunning see Would at a blush suppose it to be shee Pan. Good Flora by my flocke t were verie good To dight her all in red resembling blood Flo. Faire Venus of sweete Violetts in blue With other flowers infixt for chaunge of hue Her plumes her pendants bracelets and her ringes Her dayntie fan and twentie other thinges Her lustie mantle wauing in the winde And euerie part in collor and in kinde And for her wreath of roses she nil dare With Floras cunning counterfet compare So that what lyuing whight shall chaunce to see These goddesses eche placed in her degree Portrayed by Floraes workemanshipe alone Must say that Arte and nature met in one Sil. A deintie draught to lay her downe in blue The collour commonlie betokening true Fl●. This peece of worke compact with many a flowre And well layde in at entraunce of the bowre Where Phoebe meanes to make this meeting

Iun. Sheepeherd abash not though at sudden thus Thou be aryued by ignorance among vs Not earthlie but deuine and goddesses all three Iuno Pallas Venus these our titles be Nor feare to speake for reuerence of the place Chosen to ende a harde and doubtfull case This apple loe nor aske thou whence it came Is to be giuen vnto the fayrest dame And fayrest is nor shee nor shee but shee Whom sheepeherd thou shalt fayrest name to be This is thy charge fulfill without offence And shee that winnes shall giue thee recompence Pal. Dreade not to speake for we haue chosen thee Sith in this case we can no iudges be Ven. And sheepeherd say that I the fayrest ame And thou shalt win good guerdon for the same Iun. Nay shepherde looke vppon my stately grace Because the pompe that longs to 〈…〉 They mayst not see and thincke Queene junoes name To vvhome olde shepherds title vvorkes of fame Is mightye and may easily suffize At Phebus hande to game a golden prize And for thy meede sythe I ame Queene of riches Shepherde I vvill revvarde thee vvith greate monarchies Empires and kingdomes heapes of massye golde Scepters and diadems curious to beholde Riche robes of sumpteous vvorkmanship and cost And thovvsand thinges vvhereof I make no boast The moulde vvhereon thovve treadest shall be of Tagus sandes And Xanthus shall runne liquid golde for the to vvash thy handes And yf thou lyke to tend thy flock and not from them to she Their fleeces shal be curled gold to please their masters eye And last to sett thy harte one fire gyue this one fruite to me And shepherd lo this Tree of Golde vvill I bestovve on thee IVNOES SHOWE Heereuppon did rise a Tree of gold laden with Diadems Crownes of golde The grovvnde vvhereon it groes the grasse the roote of golde The body and the bark of golde all glitteringe to beholde The leaues of burnysht golde the fruites that thereon grovve Are diadems sett vvith pearle in golde in gorgeous glistringe shovve And yf this Tree of Golde in lue may not suffize Require a grove of golden trees so Iuno beare the prize The Tree sinketh Pall. Me l●st not tempt thee vvith decayinge vvealthe Which is e●ba●et by vvant of lusty healthe But yf thou haue a minde to fly aboue Y crovvned vvith fame neere to the seate of Ioue Yf thou aspire to vvysdomes vvorthines Whereof thovv mayst not see the brightnes Yf thou desyre honor of chyuallrye To bee renouned for happy victorie To fighte it out and in the champaine feilde To shrovvde thee vnder pallas vvarlike sheilde To praunce on barbed steedes this honor loe My selfe for guerdon shall on thee bestowe And for encouragement that thou mayst see What famous knightes dame Pallas warriers be Beholde in Pallas honour here they come Marching alonge with founde of thundring drom PALLAS SHOW Hereuppon did enter .9 knights in armour treading a warlike Almaine by drome and fife then hauing march't foorth againe Venus speaketh Ven. Come sheepeherde come sweete sheepeherde looke on me These bene to hoat alarams these for thee But if thou wilt giue mee the golden ball Cupide my boy shall hate to playe withall That when so ere this apple he shall see The god of loue himselfe shall thinke on the And bid thee looke and chuse and he will wounde Whereso thy fancyes obiect shal be founde And lightlie when he shootes he doth not misse And I will giue the many louelie kysse And come and play with thee on Ida here And if thou wilt a face that hath no peere A gallant girle a lustie minion trull That can giue sporte to thee thy bellyfull To rauish all thy beating vaines with ioye Here is a lasse of Venus court my boy Helen entreth with 4. Cupides Here gentle sheepeherde here 's for thee a peece The fayrest face the flower of gallant Greece VENVS SHOW Here Helen entreth in her brauerie with 4. Cupides attending on her each hauing his fan in his hande to fan fresh ayre in her face shee singeth as followeth SI Diana nel cielo è vna stella Chiara è lucente piena di splendore Che porge luc all' affanato cuore Si Diana nel ferno è vna dea Che deconforto all' anime dannate Che per amor son morte desperate Si Diana ch' in 〈◊〉 è delle nimphe Reina imperatiue d● dolce fiori Tra bo●c●'e Selue da morte a pastori Io son vn Diana dolce e rara Chle con Le guardi Io posso far guerra A Dian infern in cielo et in terra Exit The song being ended Helen departeth Paris Speaketh Par. Most heauenly dames was never man as I Poore shepherde swaine so happy and vnhappy The least of these delights that you deuyse Able to wrape and dazle humaine eyes But since my silence may not pardoned bee And I appoint which is the fayrest shee Pardon most sacred dames sythe one not all By Paris doome must haue this golden ball Thy beautye stately Iuno dame deuine That lyke to Phoebus golden beames doth shine Approues it selfe to bee most excellent But that fayre face that dothe me most content Sythe fayre faire dames is neyther shee nor shee But shee whome I shall fairest deeme to bee That face is hers that hight the Queene of Loue Whose sweetenes dothe bothe gods and creatours moue He giueth the golden Ball to venus And if the fayrest face deserue the ball Fayre Venus Ladyes beares it from yee all Ven. And in this ball dothe Venus more delight Then in her louely boy faire Cupids sighte Come shepherd comme ●weete Venus is thy frend No matter how thow other gods offend Venus taketh paris with her Exeunt Iun. But he shall rue and ban the dismal day wherein his Venus bare the ball away And heauen and earth iust wittnesses shall bee I will reuenge it on his progenye Pal. well Iuno whether wee bee leyfe or lothe Venus hathe got the aple from vs bothe Exeunt Ambo ACT. III SCENA I. Colin th enamored sheepeherd singeth his passion of loue The songe O gentle loue vngentle for thy deede Thou makest my harte A bloodie marke VVith pearcyng shot to bleede Shoote softe sweete loue for feare thou shoote amysse For feare too keene Thy arrowes beene And hit the harte where my beloued is To faire that fortune were nor neuer I Shal be so blest Among the rest That loue shall ceaze on her by simpathye Then since with loue my prayers beare no boot This doth remayne To cease my payne I take the wounde and dye at Venus foote Exit Colin ACT. III SCENA II. Hobinol Digon Thenot. Hob. Poore Colin wofull man thy life forespoke by loue What vncouth fit what maladie is this that thou dost proue Dig. Or loue is voide of phisicke cleane or loues our common wracke That giues vs bane to bring vs lowe and let vs medicine lacke Hob. That euer loue had reuerence 'mong sillie sheepeherd