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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A93180	The triumph of beautie· As it was personated by some young gentlemen, for whom it was intended, at a private recreation. / By James Shirley.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.	1646 (1646)	Wing S3488; Thomason E1149_5; ESTC R202316; ESTC R203565	11,795	30

Pallace about which The yellow Tagus and Iberus streames Asian Pactolus and the Indian Ganges Shall flow with golden sands let thy Birth Paris Put thee in minde what 'tis to be a Monarch I will adorne thy Temples with a wreath Whose flame shall dimme bright Ariadnes Crowne Embellish'd with the glorious Lamps of heaven Name but the bounds and limits of thy Empire Asia shall bow and all her stubborne Princes Like petty homagers shall kneele before thee And lay their shining Scepters at thy feet Europe shall prostrate all her Provinces And glorie in her servitude incline To me and India shall send thee Pearles As tribute to bestow upon thy Queens The precious Ermynes shall without pursuit Present thee with her skins and the cold climes Bring home rich Furres and Sables to adorne thee The servile roomes within thy Pallace shall Have Babilonian hangings and rich shapes Wrought by the needle of Semyramis The fish shal bring thee purple to the shore Panchaia send thee Spice and wealthy Gummes Such as the Assyrian Bird doth fill her nest with When she prepares for sacrifice The spoiles Of Silk-worms shal make proud thy meanest grooms What shall I say present that Ball to me And in exchange Ile give the world to thee Pa. Juno hath said and were not Pallas here Might tempt thee Paris to forget thy selfe Her promises are vast and full of State But weigh'd with what Minerva can bestow They shrinke to aire and thou Ixion-like Embracing Juno dost but graspe a cloud Nay if thou dost examine well her gifts How ' ere their flattering sound affect thy eare Or their possession court thy eye with shew And specious glories thou shalt finde within They have disguis'd a poison that doth lurke To infect thy minde and kill with their corruption Thy intellectuall Beauties by soft ease A sordid avarice coward thoughts and all The traine of Lust and Lethargies that hang Upon a Masculine soule where thy acceptance Of what is in my power shall make thee scorne These things of care and golden slaverie That foole and flinty consciences adore And grasp'd like theeving sands steal through our fingers Ile give thee Wisedome Paris in which name I comprehend all harmony of earth And heaven and make thee kinse-man to the gods Nature shall open her darke bosome to thee And give thee leave to rifle all her wonders The Virgin Arts shall court thee to be call'd Their Oracle and whatsoe're the extent Of that wide Orbe containes whose bounds shut up The universall creature shall unveile Their beauties and be proud to enrich thy knowledge Ven. Juno and Pallas promise gallantly Pa. Yet this concludes not what Minerva can Bestow upon her Paris if the Arts Inflame thee not or doe appeare lesse active And glorious to meet thy fierce Ambition Fame shall want breath to tell the world what triumphs Shall Crowne thy name in warre if Pallas arme Thy breast with courage which my bounty throwes To thy acceptance if that Ball be mine Ile give thee a spirit Trojan and such conquests By thy owne valour as at once shall fright And please the hearers faith Nations shall tremble To mention thy great Acts whose memory Shall out-live all Egyptian Pyramids And bloome when Winters have defac'd the world And feeble time shall droop and halt with age Trophies shall fall in dutie to thy sword And Captive Princes wait upon thy Chariot Some shall build Statues others invent games Some Temples to thy name while holy Priests And Virgin Quires shall make it their Religion To pay thee songs and Crowne thy images With ever-springing Garlands Be wife Paris Resolve to make that golden Circle mine Both Arts and Armes shall make their glories thine Ven. What words what argument to move thee Paris Is left for Cytherea Mighty Juno Woes thy ambition with State and Kingdomes Courting thy Genius in a shower of gold Pallas not onely will inspire thy soule With valour on which victory shall waite And Crowne thy head with her immortall Laurells But make thee rich in Science and uncloud The sacred beauties of all Art and Nature These bounties seem to have left Venus nothing But when my power and gifts come to the Ballance Paris shall see their glories thinne and light Fly into aire I am the Queen of love Thinke but how poore are Pallas victories When I have made her greatest souldiers tame Forc'd 'em look pale and tremble sigh and weep Ready to give their ghost up at a frowne And thinke my smile or kisse their onely heaven Her Oracles of Wisedome and Philosophy Have been my fooles all their strength of learning But able to expresse great Loves supremacie And my dominions boundlesse What doe I Boast the extent of my command on earth When under my Diviner Ensignes march Etheriall Troops my power confest by Jove To sway in heaven and what are all the treasures And gifts of Juno Kingdomes pil'd on Kingdomes Which at the best but multiply thy cares To keep if Love be not propitious to thee Who can discharge a thousand stings upon Thy heart and make it prisoner when I please Juno The goddesse of vexation we allow thee Ven. But these are not the motives to incline Thy thoughts young Prince to me thus fear not love Should plead for me although the torments are High and consuming where I fixe displeasure The joyes I poure upon my favourites Shall be my Orators whose endlesse charmes Are above counter-magick and shall tie Thy soule in everlasting chains of love Poets have feign'd Elysium after death Which thou shalt here possesse and all the pleasure Of those blest shades they talke of in their songs Shall spread themselves before thee which thou shalt Possesse as Lord not Tenant to the Groves It shall be ever spring and ever Summer Where Paris shall inhabit all rude aires The killing dewes tempest and lightning shall Be strangers to thy walkes which the West winde Shall with their soft and gentle gales perfume The Laurell and the Mirtle shall compose Thy Arbours inter-woven with the Rose And honey-dropping Wood-bine on the ground The flowres ambitiously shall croud themselves Into Love-knots and Coronets to entangle Thy feet that they may kisse them as they tread And keep them prisoners in their amorous stalkes The Violet shall weep when thou remov'st And the pale Lilly deck her innocent cheek With Pearles to Court thy stay the Hyacinth When thou art passing by her shall disclose Her Purple bosome to thee proud to be Saluted by thy eye and being left Blush droop and wither like a Love-sick Virgin Doth Paris thirst Rivers of Nectar flow In every chrystall channell wouldst thou feed The trees shall bow under their heavenly fruit And offer their Ambrosia to thy gathering Nor shalt thou be alone a thousand Nymphes Fairer then ever thy eyes gaz'd upon Shall wait upon my darling and with sport Make thy delight immortall these at last To crowne thy joyes shall lead thee to a

Mistris Compar'd to whom their beauties have no name In whose least part more wonders shall invite Thy amaz'd eye than all the Queens of earth Can boast together and this beauties heaven Will I bestow on Paris in whose love He shall possesse more raptures than are sands In all the glasse of time Juno Fine aery Blessings A small Art will distinguish 'twixt us three Who can deserve thee best Par. I am transported And first my humble gratitude presented For this an honour above all that has A name in story lent to grace a mortall And give me patience you deviner natures If it distract and fright my weaker counsells It is not safe to thinke what language then Shall have the confidence to expresse those thoughts That merit to be stifl'd I must tremble To be my selfe and speak Yet if I dream not I am commanded to resigne this Ball Not mine but hers of you three best deserving Is't not a sinne to name one best oh pardon That I had leave to whisper in the eare Of Jove two minutes Pal. It was meant by him You should declare your selfe to us Ven. Be confident And wisedome guide the sentence Juno 'Tis expected Be therefore bold and wise Par. I feele new courage Infus'd there's something spreads through every part And chides my timerous youth into resolve Of something that must be Omn. It must be welcome We are prepar'd Par. Great Juno I not dare To question your vast power the world and you Shut all up with one circle wealth and kingdomes Are able to strike blinde with their temptation The eyes of young ambition and my birth Had sure those seeds of glorie but my fate Has stifled 'em and made them so familiar With shades and humble thoughts I cannot finde My soule now fit for those desires Jun. Despise My gifts perish in wants unpittied Pal. Nay stay and heare one more concluded Juno The Ball is not bestow'd Par. 'Tis some unhappinesse I look not with that admiration Upon M•nerva's gifts Philosophy That teacheth to contemplate heaven and nature Carries some trouble with it and for Armes There are enow will bleed to be triumphant A Limbe to me is better than a Lawrel Purchas'd with wounds your pardon if I think The Queen of Love to be preferr'd accept The Ball bright Citherea and with it The humble heart of Paris Jun. Am I thus Neglected by a Boy how I despise him Pal. I pitie the fond youth Exit Par. They are both gone Ven. Displeased Par. Their anger frights not me So I be welcome here Ven. Be confidentt Enter Cupid Love shall confirme it see my son appeares Cupid I thought thou hadst been lost Cup. Though blinde I never lose my way to Beautie Mother I all this while but hover'd in the aire To heare how Paris would determine and Rejoyce in Beauties triumph and thy justice Par. Let Juno fret and Pallas frowne Nature to all succeeding times shall prove Wealth Arts Arms must yeeld to conquering Love Cup. That name belongs to me Par. Venus and Cupid will no doubt agree Love dwels with Beautie they together move There is no Beautie where there is not love Cup. For this choise young Paris know While powerfull Cupid hath a Bow A golden shaft or skilfull hand All shall move at thy command Par. You both make Paris happy Ven. But where are Our traine of Graces and the pleasant Houres To entertaine our Darling Where is Hymen Where is Delight Cup. Mother they both appeare Enter Hymen and Delight SONG Hym. Come yee Graces come away Del. Yee pleasant Houres why doe you stay Both Vpon your Mistris wait Hym. See where in state The Queen of Love and Beautie is Del. On such a solemne night as this Sacred to kissing What bold Nymph dare be missing Hym. They come they come behold The modest Graces The Graces and Houres Enter Del. For loves sake mend your paces And blush not to be bold Hym. The Houres have lost their wings I feare Del. No they appeare Chorus And Ida green Is now the Court of Paphos Queen Where every one doth welcome sing To Venus and their new made King They all bow to Venus Ven. All these wait On me and I command them to attend On lovely Paris Par. Let me dwell ever With Citherea Ida is turn'd heaven Ven. Now let us dance these pleasures are not active They dance after which a Song The Houres steale off How dully all your joyes doe move Delight is crippled here Your motion should be like to that above This is too thick a sphere The feather-footed houres are fled away Asham'd to stay Then follow flie oh come You must make haste If you will taste Loves new Elysium Ven. We want some of our Nymphes Eunomia Faire Diche and Irene are they gone 1. Grace Although we did entreat them stay The pleasant houres are stolne away Ven. Which way Grac. That way To the Elysian Bowers Pa. Wee'll flye and overtake the happy houres Exeunt FINIS