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A03241	Pleasant dialogues and dramma's, selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. With sundry emblems extracted from the most elegant Iacobus Catsius. As also certaine elegies, epitaphs, and epithalamions or nuptiall songs; anagrams and acrosticks; with divers speeches (upon severall occasions) spoken to their most excellent Majesties, King Charles, and Queene Mary. With other fancies translated from Beza, Bucanan, and sundry Italian poets. By Thomas Heywood	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.; Cats, Jacob, 1577-1660.; Erasmus, Desiderius, d. 1536.; Lucian, of Samosata.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Ravisius Textor, Joannes, ca. 1480-1524.	1637 (1637)	STC 13358; ESTC S104070	24,251	320

tree shrinks from me in disdain And yet in lasting memory of thee And of my love thou shalt be ever myne In all ovations triumphs and rich shewes The Laurel shall ingirt the Conquerors browes All eminence shall thinke it grac'd in thee Poets the Muses darlings shall from thee Receive their honor and the best esteem'd Be crowned Laureat and no excellence But have it 's noble estimate from hence Emperors shall prise thy leaves above pure gold For thou shalt ever wait on victorie And as my youthfull and still unshorne haires Vnchanging of this golden hew are seen So shall the boughes and branches still be greene And arme against Ioves lightning And all these Shall be for our sake by the gods approv'd In memory that Daphne we once lov'd Exit Enter Aurora attended by the Houres 1 Houre How comes it faire Aurora we the Houres Are thus disturb'd 2 Houre One halts whilest th' other runs Somtimes made longer by a many minutes Somtimes not full three quarters Aurora Am not I As much distemper'd being forc'd to rise So oft before my time which makes my husband Old Tython jealous for he bed-rid lies I have light on some new Love 1 Houre All 's out of order Enter the foure Seasons Spring Summer Autumne Winter Spring How comes this strange confusion rise of late My spring to grow so forward by the Sun Summer complaines that I usurpe on her Sum. As much as I on thee Autumne on me And saith that in my ripening I include His harvest and so rob him of his due Aut. Have I not cause when thou not only claimst The honor of my crop But frozen Winter Hee keeps a coile too swearing I intrude Into his bounded limits Wint. This I am sure I am curtaild of my right my snow is melted And hath not time to cloath the mountain tops September is like May Ianuary as Iune And all my bright and pretious Isicles Melting to nothing What 's the reason trow we 2 Houre 'T is the Suns slacknesse or his too much speed That breeds all this distraction 1 Houre The Sun say you Breake he or not directly keepe his day Seasons and Houres all out of order stray Enter Day Som. Behold her whom you speak of Day whence come ye Day I parted now with Night who had bin here But that both must not in one place appeare Auror. And what saith she Day Like you railes on the Sun And saith he doth her wrong nor blame her when Being full twelve houres he scarce affords her ten Autumne Day you are the Suns mistresse hath he not Reveald the cause to you Day No his known brightnesse Hath unto me been only darke in that Nor am I of his counsell Winter Fine world grown When every drunken Sexton hath the skill To make his giddy clocke go truer far Than can the best Sun dyall Enter Apollo Apollo What are you That murmure thus against our Deitie Are you not all our creatures though we give you Full sailes on earth do not we steere the helme Disposing you both where and how we please And dare you thus rebell Omnes The god of Light Is our great Lord and Soveraigne Apoll. This submission Hath somewhat calm'd us had you still stood out Disorder we had to Confusion turn'd And so you all been ruin'd But henceforth Morning shall keep her houre Houres measure day In a true scope the Day proportion Weekes Weekes Moneths Moneths seasons to sum up the yeare And wee our course in that perfecting time That nothing in this concordance appeare Either preposterous or vnseasonable For which our grace where-ever you shall finde This new sprung Laurel you Aurora I charge With your moist teares bathe her green tender boughes From whence I will exhale them with my beams Houres do you wait vpon her gentle growth Day comfort her Ver cheere her with thy spring Thou Summer give her warmth and Autumne thou Dare not to spoile her of her plenteous leaves Nor Winter thou with thy robustuous gusts To blast her lasting verdure These observ'd Still flourish under us And that this unitie May last amongst you many fortunate yeres End in a Hymne tun'd to the chiming Spheres The Song HOwsoe're the Minutes go Run the houres or swift or slow Seem the Months or short or long Passe the seasons right or wrong All we sing that Phoebus follow Semel in anno ridet Apollo Early fall the Spring or not Prove the Summer cold or hot Autumne be it faire or foule Let the Winter smile or skowle Still we sing that Phoebus follow Semel in anno ridet Apollo FINIS The Argument of AMPHRISA the forsaken Shepheardesse THe innocence truth and simplicitie Of countrey Damsels What felicitie They arrive to in their low estate What freedoms they participate What ioy what solace what content To their innocuous life is lent The humble shed and cottage held More safe than gorgeous houses swell'd With pompe and wealth It likewise proves More simple truth in their chaste loves Than greater Ladies typany'de With much more honour state and pride Here 's of the Willow wreath dispute How and why worne What best doth sute Forsaken Virgins reade and finde Their characters who prove vnkinde Enter two Shepheardesses Pelopoea and Alope Pel. GOod morrow Alop. So to you faire Shepheardesse Iel. What newes in our Arcadia Alop. I know none For well you wot it is no newes with us That men should prove inconstant Pel. Thinke you so Alop. Thought 's free Pel. I pray can you define me Thought Alop. Let me bethinke my selfe I thinke I can For I have thought of many things e're now Pel. But can you guesse what I thinke Alop. I perhaps May jumpe with your conceit come neere 't at least Of colours there are none so opposite As white and blacke and of the Elements Than fire and water none more contrary Nor is there ought so antipathy'de in men As what they thinke and speake Pelop. Now let me helpe you Mens thoughts like Courtiers clokes are often shifted And change as oft as they are truly sifted Alop. This then hath been the cause of womens sorrow Men thinke to day ill to do worse to morrow Witnesse Amphrisa's servant Pel. Pitty 't is So faire a body and so sweet a soule Should be so foulely dealt with Her false Lover Vnkindely hath forsooke her Alop. That 's the reason Shee's growne into so deepe a melancholy I wonder any woman dare trust man Since like as the Chamelions change themselves Into all perfect colours saving white ● they can to all humors frame their speech ●e only to prove honest Pel. You say well But as no wormes breed where they feele no warmth No Vultures watch where they can finde no prey No Pirat roves but where he hopes for spoile No none of these false servants wait but where They finde a yeelding Mistresse Alop. Indeed light minds are catcht with little things And Phancie smels to Fennell Pel. But Amphrisa Is held to