Yourlife You haue it signed rize Pari. May yon Clouds Muster themselues in Armies to confound Him that shall wish you dead hurt or vncrownd Pathenophill with Campeius Par. To run in debt thus basely for a life To spend which had beene glory O most vile The good I reape from this superfluous grace Is but to make my selfe like Casars horse To kneele whilst he gets vp my backe must beare Till the chine crack yet still a seruile feare Must lay more loades on me and presse me downe VVhen Princes giue life they so bind men to 'em That trusting them with too much they vndo'em VVho then but I from steps so low would rise Great fortunes eanrd thus are great Slaueries Snatcht from the common hangmans hands for this To haue my mind feele torture now I see VVhen good dayes come the Gods so seldome giue them That tho we haue them yet we scarce beleeue them Heart how art thou confinde and bard of roome Th art quicke enough yet liuest within a tombe Tita. His name Parth. Campeius Deeply learnd Tit. We heare so But with it heare from some whome we haue weied For iudgement and experience that he caries A soule within him framde of a thousand wheeles ' Yet not one steddy Parthe. It may be the rumor That thus spreades ouer him flowes out of hate Tita. Belieue vs no of his and tothers fate The threedes are too vnlike to haue that wouen Camp To gaine her crowne I le not kneele thus Tita. Besides The haruest which he seekes is reapde already We haue bestowed it Parth. Here then dies our sute Tita. Now shall you trie with what impatience That bay tree will endure a little fire My Lord my Lord Such swelling spirites hid with humble lookes Are kingdoms poysons hung on golden hookes Parth. I hope hee le proue none such Tita. Such men oft proue Valleyes that let in riuers to confound The hils aboue them tho themselues lie drounde My Lord I like not calme and cunning seas That to haue great ships taken or distrest Suffer base gallyes to creepe ore their breast Let course harts weare course skins you know our wil. Parth. Which as a doome diuine I shall fulfill Camp Thrown downe or raizd Parth. All hopes for this are gone ome planet stands in opposition Exeunt Parth. Camp Camp Vmh So. Tita. Now Doctor Paridell Pari. An humble suite I am growne bold finding so free a giuer Where beggers once take almes they looke for 't euer Tita. You ha beene sworne our seruant long Pary Tenne yeares Tita. And we should wrong you since you take vs giuing To let you goe with life that should want liuing What is it we can grant you Pary I ha beene by two great Fayries in your land Opprest I dare not say but so beaten downe And suncke so low now with my last disgrace That all my happy thoughts lie in the dust Asham'd to looke vp yet most humbly therefore Begge I your gratious leaue that I may vary This natiue Aire for Forren Tita. Oh you would trauell You may you haue our leaue Challenge our hand Pary Stormes are at Sea when it is calme at land Exit Fideli Florimell Fidel. The Sea-God hath vpon your maiden shoares On Dolphins backes that pittie men distrest In safetie setta people that implores The Soueraigne mercie flowing from your brest Tita. What people are they Fidel. Neighbours t is the nation The Netherlanders With whome our Faries enterchange commerce And by negotiation growne so like vs That halfe of them are Fayries th' other halfe Are hurtfull Spirits that with sulphurous breath Blast their corne feilds deface their temples cloth their townes in mourning poyson hallowed founts And make their goodliest Citties stand like tombes Full of dead bodies or like pallaces From whence the Lords are gone all desolate They haue but 17. danghters young and faire Vowd to liue vestalls and to know the touch Of any forced or vnreuerend hand Yet Lust and Auarice to get their dowers Lay barbarous seidge against their chastitie Threaten to rauish them to make their bodies The tempâ—…es of polution or their bedds Graues where their honors shall lie buried They pray to haue their virgins wait on you That you would be their mother and their nurse Their Guardian and their Gouernour when Princes Haue their liues giuen'em fine and golden threds Are drawne and spun for them by the good fates That they may lift vp others in low states Tit. Els let our selfe decline giue them our presence In mysery all nations should be kin And lend a brothers hand vsher them in Exeunt Stood here my foes distrest thus would I grieue them Not how they ha bin but how I might relieue them Parthenophill Path. Your good deeds matchlesse Fayrie like the Sun Rising but onely in this poynâ—… of heauen Spred through the world So that a Prince made wretched By his vnhappy father that lies slaine By barbarous swords and in his goary wounds Drownes all the hopes of his posteritie Hether is like an orphan come from farre To get reliefe and remedie gainst those That would defeat him of his portion Tita. Pittie aâ—…d we had talke before you came She hath not taken yet her hand from ours Nor shall shee part vntill those higher powers Behold that Prince good workes are theirs not ou'rs Goe bid him trust his misery in our hands Great trees I see do fall when the shrub stands Exeunt Fideli Florimell the states of the countries Parthenophill Elfyron the Prince of Portugal To the States Auxilio tutos diâ—…ittam opibusque Iuâ—…abo Non ignara mali miseris succurrâ—… disco Exeunt The third King to the King of Portugall 3. King Stands my beard right the gowne I must looke graue White haires like siluer cloudes a priuiledge haue Not to be search'd or be suspected fowle Make away those 2. turne coates Suite me next Like to a Sattin diuell brauely flie Your sayles shape be here immediatly Enter So excellent a subtile masque all 's fit This very cap makes my head swell with wit Mongst souldiers I haue plaid the souldier Bin mutinous raild at the State cursd peace They walke with crosse-armes gaping for a day Haue vnder-shorde their eie-lids like trap windows To keep them open and with yawning eares Lie listning on flocke bolsters till rebellion Beat vp her drum this lards me fat with laughter Their swords are drawn halfe way all those throats That are to bleed are mark'd and all those doores Where ciuill Massacres murders di'd in graine Spoile riflings and sweet rauishments shall enter Haue tokens stamp'd on them to make 'em knowne More dreadfull then the Bils that preach the plague From them with oyl'd hammes lap'd in seruile blew I stole and fil'd out wine of Babylon To liue things made of clods poore countrey sots And drunke they are whole shires with it do reele Poysons run smooth because men sweetnes feele Now to my schoole-men Learnings
land Omn. And may shee guide it Fid. Euen till stooping time Cut for her downe long yeeres that shee may climbe With ease the highest hill old age goes o're Or till her Fairie subiects that adore Her birth-day as their beeing shall complaine They are weary of a peacefull golden raigne Titan. Which that they neuer shall your stately towers Shall keepe their ancient beauty and your bowers Which late like prophan'd Temples empty stood The tops defac'd by fire the sloores by blood Shall be fill'd full of Choristers to sing Sweet heauenly songs like birds before the Spring The flowers we set and the fruits by vs sowne Shall cheere as well the stranger as our owne We may to strange shores once our selues be driuen For who can tell vnder what point of heauen His graue shall open neither shall our oakes Trophies of reuerend Age fall by our stroaks Nor shall the brier or haw thorne growing vnder Feare them but flie to them to get from thunder And to be safe from forraine wild-fire balles Wee le build about our waters wooden walles Omn. On which wee le spend for you our latest liues Titan. Fairies I thank you all Stay who comes here Enter Parthen Flor. Parthenophill a Fairie Peere Titan. Parthenophill Parth. Bright Empresse Queene of maides To vs your Lords amidst your Fairie shades Three Princes so themselues they style are come From whence they 'l vs not learne and doe intreat Faire and a free accesse Titan. What is their businesse Parth. The splendor of your glories which a farre Shines as they say and iustly say as brightly As here at hand hither them drawes protesting All faith and seruice to you and requesting That they the tribute of their loues may pay At your most sacred feet Titan. Allow them entrance Parth. They in a Fairie maske the argument Of this their dutie gladly would present Titan. As best them please The Hault-b◅yes sounding Titania in dumbe shew sends her Lords to fetch them in who enter bare he aded the three Kings queintly attired like Masquers following them who doing honour to her intreat to da◅ with her maides and doe so This done they discouer Titan. Your painted cheeks beeing off your owne discouers You are no Fairies All three No but wounded louers Titan. How louers what would you deflower my bed And strike off a poore maiden-head We know you not what are you and from whence 3. King The land of whom the sunne so enamor'd is He lends them his complexion giues me birth The Indian and his gold are both my slaues Vpon my sword as on the Axell tree A world of kingdomes mooue and yet I write Non sufficit that lustie sonne of Ioue That twelue times shewed himselfe more then a man Reard vp two pillars for me on whose Capitals I stand Colossus-like striding ore seas And with my head knock at the roofe of Heauen Hence come I this I am O most diuine All that I am is yours be you but mine 2. King The country at whose breast hundreds of Kings Haue royally bin fed is nurce to me The god of grapes is mine whose bounteous hand In clusters deales his gifts to euery land My Empire beares for greatnes pollicy State skill in Arts and Armes sole soueraigntie Of this Globe vniuersall All her Princes Are warriours borne whose battels to be told Would make the hearers souldiers t' is a land Of breath so sweet and of aspect so faire That to behold her and to conquer her In amorous combats great king Oberon Your awefull father oft ha's thither come Like to a bridegrome or a Reueller And gone agen in goodly triumphs home From hence I spring fairest and most diuine All that this is is yours be you but mine 3. King Be you but mine and doubly will I treble Their glories and their greatnesse like to thunder My voyce farre off shakes kingdomes whilst mine owne Stands on Seauen b hills whose towers and pinnacles And ren◅rend Monuments hold in them such worth And are so sacred Emperours and Kings Like barefoote pilgrims at her feet doe fall Bowing to her trible crowne imperiall The language which shee speakes goes through the world To proue that all the world should stoope to her And saue your selfe they doe you thinke you leaue A rich inheritance if to your sonnes Ou◅ fluent tongue you leaue nor need they more Who speake and spend it well cannot be poore On many nations necks a foot to ◅t If it be glorious then may you be great 1. King We are all pleasd so please you be the bride Of three we care not which two be deni'd 2. King For we are brethren and those sacred breasts From whence we draw our nourishment would runne Nectar to you sweete as the food of life Our aged mother twentie times an hower Would breath her wholesome kisses on your cheeke And from her own cup you should drinke that wine Which none but Princes tast to make you looke With cheerefull countenance 3. King You haue a sonne Rebellious wild ingratefull poore and yet Apollo from 's owne head cuts golden lockes To haue them grow on his his harp is his The darts he shoots are his the winged messenger That runnes on all the errands of the gods Teaches him swiftnes◅ hee 'l outstrip the windes This child of yours is by adoption Our mothers now her blessing he receiues And tho as men did in the golden Age He liue i th' open fields hiding his head In dampish caues and woods sometimes for feare Yet doe we succour him This your lost sheep We home agen will bring to your owne fold Humbly to graze vpon your Faierie plaines Prouided that you sow them with such seed On which your whole land wholesomely may feed Titan. We know you now O what a deale of paines Would you as others of this wing haue taken To be in Faierie land calld Soueraignes Thankes for it rashly nothing must we doe When kingdoms marrie heauen it selfe stands by To giue the bride Princes in tying such bands Should vse a thousand heads ten thousand hands For that one Acte giues like an enginous wheele Motion to all sets all the State a going And windes it vp to height or hurles it down The least blast turnes the scale where lies a crowne VVee le therefore take aduice If these thinke fit VVe should be yours you ours we signe to it Your counsell Fairie Lords Fideli speake Fid. Would you my royal mistres haue those christal Faire double-leaued doores where light comes forth To cheere the world neuer to open more VVould you haue all your slūbers turn'd to dreams Frightfull and broken would you see your Lords In stead of sitting at your Councell boards Locking their graue white reuerend heads in steele If so you cannot for all Fairie land Find men to fit you better Titan. Florimell Breathes there in you Fidelies spirit Flor. No Lady 3. King No nor in any brest that 's soūd
vast Globe Terrestriall should be cantled And almost three parts ours and that the â—…ons Who suspiration draw out of this aire With vniuersall Aues showâ—…s and oâ—…es Should vs acknowledge to be head supreame To this great body for a world of yeares Yet now when we had made our Crowne compleat And clos'd it strongly with a triple arch And had inrich'd it with those pretious jewels Few Princes â—…uer see white haires euen now Our greatnesse hangs in ballance and the stampe Of our true 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 1. King By whâ—… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Emp. Aske these holy Fathers Aske those our out-cast sonnes a throne vsurped Our chaire is counted all our titles stolne 2. King What blasphemy dare speake so Emp. All our roabes Your vestments reuerend yet pontificall This sword these keyes that open kingdoms hearts To let in sweet obedience All but borrowed 3. King What soule aboue the earth Emp. Our royall signet With which we in a mothers holy loue Haue sign'd so many pardons is now counterfeit From our mouth flow riuers of blasphemy And lies our Babylonian Sinagogues Are counted Stewes where Fornications And all vncleannesse Sodomiticall Whose leprosy touch'd vs neuer are now daily acted Our Image which like Romane Caesars stamp'd In gold through the whole earth did currant passe Is now blanch'd copper or but guilded brasse 3. King Can yonder roofe that 's naild so fast with Couer a head so impious and not cracke starres That Sulphure boyling o're celestiall fires May drop in whizing flakes with skalding veÌ„geaÌ„ce On such a horrid sinne 1. King No mortall bosome Is so vnsanctified 2. King Who i' st bright Empresse That feeds so vlcerous and so ranke a Spleene Emp. A woman Omn. VVoman who Emp. The Fairie Queene nights Fiue Summers haue scarce drawn their glimmering Through the Moons siluer bowe since the crownd Of that adored beast on which we ride heads VVere strucke and wounded but so heal'd againe The very scarres were hid But now a mortall An vnrecouerable blovv is taken And it must bleed to death 3. King Heauen cannot suffer it Empr. Heauen suffers it and sees it and giues ayme Whilst euen our Empires heart is cleft in sunder That strumpet that inchantresse who in robes White as is innocence and with an eye Able to tempt stearne murther to her bed Calles her selfe Truth has stolne faire Truths attire Her crowne her sweet songs counterfets her voyce And by prestigious tricks in sorcerie Ha's raiz'd a base impostor like Truths father This subtile Curtizan sets vp againe Whom we but late banisht to liue in caues In rockes and desart mountaines 2. King Feare her not shee 's but a shadow Empr. O t' is a cunning Spider And in her nets so wraps the Fairie Queene That shee suckes euen her breast Sh 'as writ a booke Which shee calles holy Spels 3. King Wee le breake those spels Empr. The poles of heauen must first in sunder breake For from the Fairie shores this Witch hath driuen All such as are like these our Sooth-Saiers And cal'd false Seers home that of things past Sing wonders and diuine of things to come Through whose bewitching tongues runne golden chaines To which ten thousand eares so fast are bound As spirits are by spells that all the Tones Of harmony that Babylon can sound Are charmes to Adders and no more regarded Than are by him that 's deafe the sicke mans groanes Shee they Titania and her Fairie Lords Yea euen her vassaile elues in publike scorne Defame me call me Whore of Babylon Omn. O vnheard of prophanation Empr. Giue out I am common that for lust and hire I prostitute this body that to Kings I quaffe full bowles of strong enchanting wines To make them dote on me Omn. Le ts heare no more Emp. And that all Potentates that tread on earth With our abhominations should be drunke And be by vs vndone Omn. Wee le heare no more 3. King You haue thrust Furies whips into our hands 1. King Say but the word and wee le turne home your wroÌ„gs In torne and bloody collours 2. King All her bowers Shall like burnt offerings purge away in fire Her lands pollution Omn. Let 's to armes Empr. Stay heare me Her kingdome weares a girdle wrought of waues Set thicke with pretious stones that are so charm'd No rockes are of more force her Fairies hearts Lie in inchanted towers impregnable No eâ—…gine scales them Therefore goe you three Draw all your faces sweetly let your browes Be sleekd your cheekes in dimples giue out smiles Your voyces string with siluer wooe like louers Sweare you haue hils of pearle shew her the world And say shee shall haue all so shee will kneele And doe vs reuerence but if shee grow nice Dissemble flatter stoope to licke the dust Shee goes vpon and like to serpents creepe Vpon your bellies in humilitie And beg shee would but with vs ioyne a league To wed her land to ours our blessing goe 3. King When mines are to be blowne vp men dig low All three And so will wee Emp. Prosper till this sunne set The beames that from vs shoot seeme tounteâ—…fet Exeunt Manent 4. Cardinals and certaine Priests 1. Card. This physicke cures not me 2. Card. Nor me 3. Card. Nor vs. 1. Card. It is not strong of poyson to fetch vp That 's bak't within my gall is ouerflowne My blood growne ranke and fowle An inflamation Of rage and madnes so burnes vp my liuer That euen my heart-strings cracke as in a furnace And all my nerues into my eye-balles shrinke To shoot those bullets and my braines at once Against her soule that ha's halfe dambd vs falls Fetcht hie and neare to heauen light on no ground But in hels bottome take their first rebound 2. Card. Such are our falles we once had mountaine-growth With Pines and Cedars 3. Card. Now with none of both 1. Card. I could be glad to loose the diuine office Of my creation to be turn'd into A dogge so I might licke vp but her blood That thrusts vs from our vineyards Tres. So could all 4. Card. Reuenge were milke to vs. 2. Card. Manna 1. Card. And it shall But how wee will not as the head supreame Ouer all nations counselleth licke the dust The Faierie treads on nor like serpents creepe Vpon our bellies in humilitie This were with Fencers basely to giue ground When the first bowt may speed or to sound parly Whilst they within get swords to cut our throats No wee le at one blow strike the heart through Tres. How 2. Card. By ponyards 1. Card. No. 3. Card. Poyson 1. Card. No. 4. Card. Treason 1. Card. Neither 2. Card. How reuerend Como then 1. Card. Thus let 's consult nay you shal heare You know that all the springs in Fairie land Ran once to one head from that head to vs The mountaine and the valley paid vs fruit The field her corne the countrey felt no heat But from our fires Plenty still spread