A RELATION OF THE LATE ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD KNOWLES', AT Cawsome-House near Redding: to our most Gracious Queen, Queen ANNE, in her Progress toward the bath, upon the seven and eight and twenty days of April. 1613. Whereunto is annexed the Descr●…on, Speeches, and Songs of the Lords Mask, pres●…d in the Banqueting-house on the Marriage night of the High and Mighty, COUNT PALATINE, and the Royally descended the Lady ELIZABETH.  
Written by THOMAS CAMPIAN.  
LONDON, Printed for john Budge, and are to be sold at his Shop at the South-door of S. Paul's, and at Britain's Burse. 1613.   

A RELATION OF THE LATE ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY the Right Honourable, the Lord KNOWLES', at Cawsome-House near Redding: to our most gracious Queen, Queen ANNE, in her Progress toward the bath upon the seven and eight and twenty days of April. 1613.  
FOr as much as this late Entertainment hath been much desired in writing, both of such as were present at the performance thereof, as also of many which are yet strangers both to the business and place: it shall be convenient, in this general publication, a little to touch at the description and situation of Cawsome seat. The house is fairly built of brick, mounted on the hill-side of a Park, within view of Redding, they being severed about the space of two miles. Before the Park-gate, directly opposite to the House, a new passage was forced through earable-land, that was lately paled in, it being from the Park about two flight-shots in length: at the further end whereof, upon the Queen's approach, a Cynic appeared out of a Bower, dressed in a skin-coat, with Bases of green Calico, set thick with leaves and boughs: his nakedness being also artificially shadowed with leaves; on his head he wore a false hair, black and disordered, stuck carelessly with flowers.  

The speech of the Cynic to the Queen and her Train.  Cynic 
STay; whether you human be or divine; here is no passage; see you not the earth furrowed? the region solitary? Cities and Courts fit tumultuous multitudes: this is a place of silence; here a kingdom I enjoy without people; myself commands, myself obeys; Host, Cook, and Guest myself; I reap without sowing, owe all to Nature, to none other beholding: my skin is my coat, my ornaments these boughs and flowers, this Bower my house, the earth my bed, herbs my food, water my drink; I want no sleep, nor health; I envy none, nor am envied, neither fear I, nor hope, nor joy, nor grieve: if this be happiness, I have it; which you all that depend on others service, or command, want: will you be happy? be private; turn Palaces to Hermitages, noys to silence, outward felicity, to inward content.   
A stranger on horseback was purposely thrust into the troop disguised, and wrapped in a cloak that he might pass unknown, who at the conclusion of this speech began to discover himself as a fantastic traveler in a silken suit of strange Checker-worke, made up after the Italian cut, with an Italian hat, a band of gold and silk, answering the colours of his suit, with a Courtly feather, long gilded spurs, and all things answerable.  

The travelers speech on horseback.  Travel. 
Whether travels thy tongue ill nurtur'dman? thy manners show madness, thy nakedness poverty, thy resolution folly; since none will undertake thy presumption; let me descend, that I may make thy ignorance know how much it hath injured sacred ears.   
The traveler than dismounts and gives his cloak and horse to his Footman, in the mean time the Cynic speaks.  Cyn. 
Naked I am, and so is truth; plain, and so is honesty; I fear no man's encounter, since my cause deserves neither excuse, nor blame.  Trau. 
Shall I now chide or pity thee? thou art as miserable in life, as foolish in thy opinion; answer me; dost thou think that all happiness consists in solitariness?  Cyn. 
I do.  Trau. 
And are they unhappy that abide in society?  Cyn. 
They are.  Trau. 
Dost thou esteem it a good thing to live?  Cyn. 
The best of things.  Trau. 
Hadst thou not a Father and Mother?  Cyn. 
Yes.  Trau. 
Did they not live in society?  Cyn. 
They did.  Trau. 
And wert not thou one of their society, when they bred thee, instructing thee to go, and speak?  Cyn. 
True.  Trau. 
Thy birth then and speech in spite of thy spleen make thee sociable, go, thou art but a vainglorious counterfeit, and wanting that which should make thee happy, contemnest the means; view but the heavens, is there not above us a Sun and Moon, giving and receiving light? are there not millions of Stars that participate their glorious beams? is there any Element simple? is there not a mixture of all things? and wouldst thou only be singular? action is the end of life, virtue the crown of action, society the subject of virtue, friendship the band of society, solitariness the breach. Thou art yet young, and fair enough, wert thou not barbarous; thy soul poor wretch is far out of tune, make it musical, come, follow me, and learn to live.  Cyn. 
I am conquered by reason, and humbly ask pardon for my error, henceforth my heart shall honour greatness, and love society; lead now, and I will follow as good a fellow as the best.  
The traveler and Cynic instantly mount on horseback, and hasten to the Park-gate, where they are received by two Keepers, formally attired in green Perpetuana, with jerkins and long hose, all things else being in colour suitable, having either of them a horn hanging formally at their backs, and on their heads they had green Mommoth-caps, with green feathers, the one of them in his hand bearing a hooke-bill, and the other a long pikestaff, both painted green: with them stood two Robin-Hood-men, in suits of green striped with black, dressed in doublets with great bellies and wide sleeves, shaped fardinggale-wise at the shoulders, without wings; their hose were round, with long green stockings; on their heads they wore broad flat caps with green feathers cross quite over them, carrying green Bows in their hands, and green Arrows by their sides.  
In this space Cornets at sundry places entertain the time, till the Queen with her train is entered into the Park: and then one of the Keepers presents her with this short speech.  Keeper. 
More than most welcome, renowned and gracious Queen, since your presence vouchsafes to beautify these woods, whereof I am Keeper, be it your pleasure to accept such rude entertainment, as a rough Woodman can yield. This is to us a high holiday, and henceforth yearly shall be kept and celebrated with our Country sports, in honour of so Royal a guest; come friends and fellows now prepare your voices, and present your joys in a Siluan dance.  
Here standing on a smooth green, and environed with the Horsemen, they present a Song of five Parts, and withal a lively Siluan-dance of six persons: the Robin-hood-men fain two Trebles, one of the Keepers with the Cynic sing two Countertenors', the other Keeper the Base; but the traveler being not able to sing, gapes in silence, and expresseth his humour in Antic gestures.  

A Song and Dance of six, two Keepers, two Robin-hood-men, the fantastic traveler, and the Cynic.  

DAnce now and sing the joy, and love we owe:  
Let cheerful voices and glad gestures show,  
The Queen of grace is she whom we receive,  
Honour and State are her guides,  
Her presence they can never leave.  
Then in a stately Sylvan form salute  
Her ever flowing grace.  
Fill all the Woods with Echoed welcomes,  
And strew with flowers this place:  
Let every bow and plant fresh blossoms yield,  
And all the air refine.  
Let pleasure strive to please our Goddess,  
For she is all divine.   

2.  
Yet once again, let us our measures move,  
And with sweet notes record our joyful love.  
An object more divine none ever had.  
Beauty, and heau'n-borne worth,  
Mixed in perfection never fade.  
Then with a dance triumphant let us sing  
Her high advanced praise,  
And e'en to heaven our gladsome welcomes,  
With wings of music raise;  
Welcome, O welcome, ever-honoured Queen,  
To this now-blessed place,  
That grove, that bower, that house is happy  
Which you vouchsafe to grace.    
This song being sung and danced twice over, they fall instantly into a kind of Curranta, with these words following.  

NO longer delay her,  
'Twere sin now to stay her  
From her ease with tedious sport;  
Then welcome still crying,  
And swiftly hence flying,  
Let us to our homes resort.   
In the end whereof the two Keepers carry away the Cynic; and the two Robin-hood-men the traveler, when presently Cornets begins again to sound in several places, and so continue with variety, while the Queen passeth through a long smooth green way, set on each side with Trees in equal distance; all this while her Majesty being carried in her Caroche.  
But because some wet had fallen that day in the forenoon (though the Garden-walks were made artificially smooth & dry) yet all her footway was spread with broad cloth, and so soon as her Majesty with her train were all entered into the Bower Garden, a Gardener with his Man and Boy, issued out of an Arbour to give her highness entertainment: The Gardener was suited in grey with a jerkin double jagged all about the wings & skirts, he had a pair of great slops with a codpiece, and buttoned Gamachios all of the same stuff, on his head he had a straw hat, pibaldly dressed with flowers, and in his hand a silvered spade: His man was also suited in grey with a great buttoned flap on his jerkin, having large wings and skirts, with a pair of great slops and Gamachios of the same, on his head he had a straw hat, and in his hand a silvered Mattox: The Gardiner's Boy was in a pretty suit of flowery stuff, with a silvered Rake in his hand: when they approached near the Queen, they all vailed Bonnet, and lowting low, the Gardner began after his antic fashion this speech.  Gard. 
Most magnificent and peerless Deity, lo I the surveyor of Lady Flora's works, welcome your grace with fragrant phrases into her Bowers, beseeching your greatness to bear with the late wooden entertainment of the Woodmen, for Woods are more full of weeds than wits, but gardens are weeded, and Gardeners witty, as may appear by me. I have flowers for all fancies, Time for truth, Rosemary for remembrance, Roses for love, heartsease for joy, and thousands more, which all harmoniously rejoice at your presence; but myself, with these my Paradisians here, will make you such music, as the wild Wooddists shall be ashamed to hear the report of it. Come sirs prune your pipes, and tune your strings, and agree together like birds of a feather.  

A Song of a treble and base, sung by the Gardiner's boy and man, to music of Instruments, that was ready to second them in the Arbour.  

1  
WElcome to this flowery place,  
Fair Goddess and sole Queen of grace:  
All eyes triumph in your sight,  
Which through all this empty space  
Casts such glorious beams of light.   

2  
Paradise were meeter far  
To entertain so bright a Star:  
But why errs my folly so?  
Paradise is where you are  
Heaven above, and heaven below.   

3  
Could our powers and wishes meet,  
How well would they your graces greet,  
Yet accept of our desire,  
Roses of all flowers most sweet  
Spring out of the silly brier.    
After this song, the Gardener speaks again.  Gard. 
Wonder not (great Goddess) at the sweetness of our Garden-aire (though passing sweet it be) Flora hath perfumed it for you (Flora our mistress, and your servant) who invites you yet further into her Paradise; she invisibly will lead your grace the way, and we (as our duty is) visibly stay behind.  
From thence the Queen ascends by a few steps into the upper Garden, at the end whereof, near the house, this Song was sung by an excellent counter-tenor voice, with rare variety of division unto two unusual instruments, all being concealed within the Arbour.  

1  
O joys exceeding?  
From love, from power of your wished sight proceeding!  
As a fair morn shines divinely,  
Such is your view, appearing more divinely.   

2  
Your steps ascending,  
Raise high your thoughts for your content contending;  
All our hearts of this grace vaunting,  
Now leap as they were moved by enchanting.   
So ended the entertainment without the House for that time, and the Queen's pleasure being that night to sup privately: The King's Violins attended her with their sollemnest music, as an excellent consort in like manner did the next day at dinner.  
¶ Supper being ended, her Majesty accompanied with many Lords and Ladies came into the Hall, and rested Herself in Her Chair of State, the Scaffolds of the Hall being on all parts filled with heholders of worth, suddenly forth came the traveler, Gardiner, Cynic, with the rest of their crew, and others furnished with their Instruments, and in manner following entertain the time.  traveler. 
A Hall, a hall for men of moment; Rationals, and Irrationals; but yet not all of one breeding. For I an Academic am, refined by travel that have learned what to Courtship belongs, and so divine a presence as this; if we press passed good manners, laugh at our follies, for you cannot show us more favour, then to laugh at us. If we prove ridiculous in your sights, we are gracious; and therefore we beseech you to laugh at us. For mine own part (I thank my Stars for it) I have been laughed at in most parts of Christendom.  Gardiner. 
I can neither brag of my Travels, nor yet am ashamed of my profession; I make sweet walks for fair Ladies; Flowers I prepare to adorn them; close Arbours I build wherein their loves unseen may court them; and who can do Ladies better service, or more acceptable? when I was a Child and lay in my Cradle, (a very pretty Child) I remember well that Lady Venus appeared unto me, and setting a Silver Spade and Rake by my Pillow, bade me prove a Gardener; I told my Mother of it (as became the duty of a good Child) whereupon she provided strait for me two great Platters full of Pap; which having dutifully devoured, I grew to this portraiture you see, sprung fodainely out of my Cabin, and fell to my profession.  Trau. 
Verily by thy discourse thou hast Traveled much, and I am ashamed of myself that I come so far behind thee; as not once to have yet mentioned Venus or Cupid, or any other of the gods to have appeared to me. But I will henceforth boast truly, that I have now seen a Deity as far beyond theirs, as the beauty of light is beyond darkness, or this Feast whereof we have had our share, is beyond thy Salads.  Cynic. 
Sure I am, it hath stirred up strange thoughts in me; never knew I the difference between Wine and Water before. Bacchus hath opened mine eyes, I now see bravery and admire it, beauty & adore it. I find my Arms naked, my discourse rude, but my heart soft as Wax, ready to melt with the least beam of a fair eye; which (till this time) was as untractable as Iron.  Gard. 
I much joy in thy conversion, thou hast long been a mad fellow, and now proues●… a good fellow, let us all therefore join together sociably in a Song, to the honour of good fellowship.  Cyn. 
A very Musical motion, and I agree to it.  Trau. 
Sing that sing can, for my part I will only while you sing, keep time with my gestures. A la more du France.  

A Song of three Voices with divers Instruments.  

NIght as well as brightest day hath her delight,  
Let us then with mirth and Music deck the night,  
Never did glad day such store  
Of joy to night boqueath.  
Her Stars than adore,  
Both in Heaven, and here beneath.   

2.  
Love and beauty, mirth and Music yield true joys,  
Though the Cynics in their folly count them toys.  
Raise your spirits near so high,  
They will be apt to fall:  
None brave thoughts envy,  
Who had ere brave thought at all.   

3.  
joy is the sweet friend of life, the nurse of blood,  
Patron of all health, and fountain of all good:  
Never may joy hence depart,  
But all your thoughts attend,  
Nought can hurt the heart,  
That retains so sweet a friend.    
At the end of this Song, enters Silvanus, shaped after the description of the ancient Writers; His lower parts like a Goat, and his upper parts in an antic habit of rich Taffeta, cut into Leaves, and on his head he had a false Hair, with a wreath of long Boughs and Lilies, that hung dangling about his neck, and in his hand a Cypress branch, in memory of his love Cyparissus, The Gardener espying him speaks thus.  Gard. 
Silence sirs, here comes Silvanus' god of these Woods, whose presence is rare, and imports some novelty.  Trau. 
Let us give place, for this place is fitter for Deities then us.  
They all vanish and leave Silvanus alone, who coming nearer to the State, and making a low Congee, speaks.  SILVANUS. 
THat health which harbours in the fresh aired groves,  
Those pleasures which green hill and valley moves,  
Silvanus the commander of them all,  
Here offers to this State Imperial;  
Which as a homager he visits now,  
And to a greater power his power doth bow,  
With all, thus much his duty signifies:  
That there are certain Semideities,  
Belonging to his Sylvan walks, who come  
Led with the Music of a Sprightly drum,  
To keep the night awake and honour you,  
(Great Queen) to whom all Honours they hold due,  
So rest you full of joy, and wished content,  
Which though it be not given, 'tis fairly meant.  
At the end of this speech there is suddenly heard a great noise of drums and fifes, and way being made, eight Pages first enter, with green torches in their hands lighted; their suits were of green Satin, with cloaks and caps of the same, richly and strangely set forth: Presently after them the eight Maskers came, in rich embroidered suits of green Satin with high hats of the same, and all their acoutrements answerable to such Noble and Princely personages, as they concealed under their vizards, and so they instantly fell into a new dance: at the end whereof they took forth the Ladies, and danced with them, and so well was the Queen pleased with her entertainment, that she vouchsafed to make herself the head of their Revels, and graciously to adorn the place with her personal dancing: much of the night being thus spent with variety of dances, the Maskers made a conclusion with a second new dance.  
At the Queen's parting on wednesday in the afternoon, the Gardener with his Man and Boy and three handsome Country Maids, the one bearing a rich bag with linen in it, the second a rich apron, and the third a rich mantle, appear all out of an Arbour in the lower Garden, and meeting the Queen, the Gardener presents this speech.  GARDENER. 
STay Goddess, stay a little space,  
Our poor Country love to grace,  
Since we dare not too long stay you,  
Accept at our hands, we pray you,  
These mean presents to express  
Greater love, than we profess,  
Or can utter now for woe  
Of your parting hastened so.  
Gifts these are, such as were wrought  
By their hands, that them have brought,  
Homebred things, which they presumed,  
After I had them perfumed  
With my flowery incantation,  
To give you in presentation  
At your parting, come feat Lasses  
With fine curtsies, and smooth faces,  
Offer up your simple toys  
To the Mistress of our joys;  
While we the sad time prolong  
With a mournful parting song.  

A Song of three voices continuing while the presents are delivered and received.  

1  
CAn you the Author of our joy  
So soon depart?  
Will you revive, and strait destroy,  
New mirth to tears convert?  
O that ever cause of gladness  
Should so swiftly turn to sadness!   

2  
Now as we droop, so will these flowers  
Barred of your sight.  
Nothing avail them heavenly showers  
Without your heavenly light.  
When the glorious Sun forsakes us,  
Winter quickly over-takes us.   

3  
Yet shall our prayers your ways attend,  
When you are gone;  
And we the tedious time will spend,  
Remembering you alone.  
Welcome here shall you hear ever,  
But the word of parting never.    
Thus ends this ample entertainment, which as it was most nobly performed, by the right honourable the Lord and Lady of the house, and fortunately executed by all that any way were Actors in it, so was it as graciously received of her Majesty, and celebrated with her most royal applause.   

THE DESCRIPTION, SPEECHES, AND SONGS, OF THE LORDS MASK, PRESENTED IN the Banqueting-house on the marriage night of the high and mighty Count Palatine, and the royally descended the Lady ELISABETH.  
I Have now taken occasion to satisfy many, who long since were desirous that the Lords mask should be published, which (but for some private lets, had in due time come forth. The Scene was divided into two parts from the roof to the floor, the lower part being first discovered (upon the sound of a double consort, expressed by several instruments, placed on either side of the room) there appeared a Wood in prospective, the innermost part being of relieve, or whole round, the rest painted. On the left hand from the seat was a Cave, and on the right a thicket, out of which came Orpheus, who was attired after the▪ old Greek manner, his hair curled, and long; a laurel wreath on his head; and in his hand he bore a silver bird, about him tamely placed several wild beasts, and upon the ceasing of the Consort Orpheus spoke.  ORPHEUS. 
Again, again, fresh kindle Phoebus' sounds,  
T'exhale Mania from her earthy den;  
Alloy the fury that her sense confounds,  
And call her gently forth, sound, sound, again.  
The Consorts both sound again, and Mania the Goddess of madness appears wildly out of her cave. Her habit was confused and strange; but yet graceful, she as one amazed speaks.  Mania. 
What powerful noise is this importunes me,  
T'abandon darkness which my humour fits?  
jove's hand in it I feel, and ever he  
Must be obaied e'en of the franticst wits.  Orpheus. 
Mania?  Mania. 
Ha.  Orpheus. 
Brainsick, why startest thou so?  
Approach yet nearer, and thou then shalt know  
The will of jove, which he will breathe from me,  Mania. 
Who art thou? if my dazzled eyes can see,  
Thou art the sweet Enchanter heavenly Orpheus.  Orpheus. 
The same Mania, and jove greets thee thus,  
Though several power to thee, and charge he gave,  
T'enclose in thy Dominions such as rave  
Through bloods distemper, how dared thou attempt  
T'imprison Entheus, whose rage is exempt  
From vulgar censure? it is all divine  
Full of celestial rapture, that can shine  
Through darkest shadows, therefore jove by me  
Commands thy power straight to set Entheus free.  Mania. 
How can I? frantics, with him many more  
In one cave are locked up, open once the door,  
All will fly out, and through the world disturb,  
The peace of jove; for, what power then can curb  
Their rainelesse fury?—  Orpheus. 
— Let not fear in vain  
Trouble thy crazed fancy, all again  
Save Entheus to thy safeguard shall retire,  
For jove into our music will inspire  
The power of passion, that their thoughts shall bend  
To any form or motion we intent:  
Obey jove's willing then, go, set Entheus free.  Mania. 
I willing go, so jove obeyed must be.  Orph. 
Let Music put on Protean▪ changes now,  
Wild beasts it once tamed, now let frantics bow.  
At the sound of a strange music twelve frantics enter, six men, and six women, all presented in sundry habits and humours: there was the Lover, the Self-lover, the melancholicke-man full of fear, the Schoolman overcome with fantasy, the over-watched Usurer, with others that made an absolute medley of madness, in midst of whom Entheus (or Poetic fury) was hurried forth, and tossed up and down, till by virtue of a new change in the music, the Lunatics fell into a mad measure, fitted to a loud fantastic tune, but in the end thereof the music changed into a very solemn air, which they softly played, while Orpheus spoke.  Orph. 
Through these soft and calm sounds Mania pass  
With thy phantastics hence; here is no place  
Longer for them or thee; Entheus alone  
Must do jove's bidding now, all else be gone.  
During this speech, Mania with her frantics depart, leaving Entheus behind them, who was attired in a close Cuirass of the Antic fashion, Bases with labels, a Robe fastened to his shoulders, and hanging down behind; on his head a wreath of Laurel, out of which grew a pair of wings, in the one hand he held a book, and in the other a pen.  Enth. 
Divinest Orpheus, o how all from thee  
Proceed with wondrous sweetness, am I free?  
Is my affliction vanished?  Orph. 
— Too too long  
Alas, good Entheus, hast thou brooked this wrong;  
What? number thee with madmen? o mad age,  
Senseless of thee, and thy celestial rage.  
For thy excelling rapture, e'en through things  
That seems most light, is borne with sacred wings:  
Nor are these Musics, Shows, or Revels vain,  
When thou adorn'st them with thy Phoebean brain;  
theyare palate sick of much more vanity,  
That cannot taste them in their dignity.  
jove therefore lets thy prisoned sprite obtain  
Her liberty and fiery scope again:  
And here by me commands thee to create  
Inventions rare, this night to celebrate,  
Such as become a nuptial by his will  
Begun and ended,—  Enth. 
— jove I honour still,  
And must obey, Orpheus I feel the fires  
Are ready in my brain, which jove enspires,  
Lo, through that vail, I see Prometheus stand  
Before those glorious lights, which his false hand  
Stole out of heaven, the dull earth to inflame  
With the affects of Love, and honoured Fame,  
I view them plain in pomp and majesty.  
Such as being seen might hold rivality,  
With the best triumphs; Orpheus give a call  
With thy charmed music, and discover all.  Orph. 
Fly cheerful voices, through the air, and clear  
These clouds, that you hid beauty may appear.  

A Song.  

1  
COme away; bring thy golden theft,  
Bring bright Prometheus all thy lights,  
Thy fires from Heaven bereft  
Show now to human sights.  
Come quickly come; thy stars to our stars strait present,  
For pleasure being too much deferred, loseth her best content,  
What fair dames wish, should swift as their own thoughts appear,  
To loving & to longing hearts every hour seems a year.   

2  
See how fair; O how fair they shine,  
What yields more pomp beneath the skies?  
Their birth is yet divine,  
And such their form implies.  
Large grow their beams, their near approach afford then so  
By nature sights that pleasing are, cannot too amply show,  
O might these flames in human shapes descend this place,  
How lovely would their presence be, how full of grace!    
In the end of the first part of this Song, the upper part of the Scene was discovered by the sudden fall of a curtain, then in clouds of several colours (the upper part of them being fiery, and the middle heightened with silver) appeared eight Stars of extraordinary bigness, which so were placed, as that they seemed to be fixed between the Firmament and the Earth; in the front of the Scene stood Prometheus, attired as one of the ancient Heroes.  Enth. 
Patron of mankind, powerful and bounteous,  
Rich in thy flames, reverend Prometheus,  
In Hymen's place aid us to solemnize  
These royal Nuptials, fill the lookers eyes  
With admiration of thy fire and light,  
And from thy hand let wonders flow to night.  Prom. 
Entheus and Orpheus names both dear to me,  
In equal balance I your Third will be  
In this night's honour, view these heaven borne Stars,  
Who by my stealth are become Sublunars.  
How well their native beauties fit this place,  
Which with a choral dance they first shall grace,  
Then shall their forms to human figures turn,  
And these bright fires within their bosoms burn.  
Orpheus apply thy music for it well  
Helps to induce a Courtly miracle.  Orp. 
Sound best of Musics, raise yet higher our sprights,  
While we admire Prometheus dancing lights.  

A Song.  

1  
Advance your Choral motions now  
You musick-loving lights,  
This night concludes the nuptial vow,  
Make this the best of nights,  
So bravely Crown it with your beams,  
That it may live in fame,  
As long as Rhenus or the Thames  
Are known by either name.   

2  
Once move again, yet nearer move  
Your forms at willing view,  
Such fair effects of joy and love,  
None can express but you,  
Then revel midst your airy Bowers  
Till all the clouds do sweat,  
That pleasure may be poured in showers  
On this triumphant Seat.   

3  
Long since hath lovely Flora thrown  
Her Flowers and Garlands here,  
Rich Ceres all her wealth hath shown,  
Proud of her dainty cheer.  
Changed then to human shape descend,  
Glad in familiar weed.  
That every eye may here commend  
The kind delights you breed.    
According to the humour of this Song, the Stars moved in an exceeding strange and delightful manner, and I suppose few have ever seen more neat artifice, than Master Innigoe jones showed in contriving their Motion, who in all the rest of the workmanship which belonged to the whole invention, showed extraordinary industry and skill, which if it be not as lively expressed in writing as it appeared in view, rob not him of his due, but lay the blame on my want of right apprehending his instructions for the adoring of his Arte. But to return to our purpose; about the end of this Song, the Stars suddenly vanished, as if they had been drowned amongst the Clouds, and the eight Maskers appeared in their habits, which were infinitely rich, befitting States (such as indeed they all were) as also a time so far heightened the day before, with all the richest show of solemnity that could be invented. The ground of their attires was massy Cloth of Silver, embossed with flames of Embroidery, on their heads, they had Crowns, Flames made all of Gold-plate Enamelled, and on the top a Feather of Silk, representing a cloud of smoke. Upon their new transformation, the whole Scene being Clouds dispersed, and there appeared an Element of artificial fires, with several circles of lights, in continual motion, representing the house of Prometheus, who then thus applies his speech to the Maskers.  
They are transformed.  Prometh. 
So, pause awhile, and come ye fiery spirits,  
Break forth the earth-like sparks t'attend these Knights.  
Sixteen Pages like fiery spirits, all their attires b'ing alike composed of flames, with fiery Wings and Bases, bearing in either hand a Torch of Virgin Wax, come forth below dancing a likely measure, and the Dance being ended, Prometheus speaks to them from above.  
The Torchbearers Dance.  Pro. 
WAit spirits wait, while through the clouds we  
And by descending gain a higher place. (pace,  
The Pages return toward the Scene, to give their attendance to the Maskers with their lights: from the side of the Scene appeared a bright and transparent cloud, which reached from the top of the heavens to the earth: on this cloud the Maskers led by Prometheus, descended with the music of a full song; and at the end of their descent, the cloud broke in twain, and one part of it (as with a wind) was blown overthwart the Scene.  
While this cloud was vanishing, the wood being the underpart of the Scene, was insensibly changed, and in place thereof appeared four Noble women-statues of silver, standing in several nices, accompanied with ornaments of Architecture, which filled all the end of the house, and seemed to be all of goldsmith's work. The first order consisted of Pilasters all of gold, set with Rubies, Sapphires, Emeralds, Opals, and such like. The Capitels were composed, and of a new invention. Over this was a bastard order with Cartouses reversed, coming from the Capitels of every Pilaster, which made the upper part rich and full of ornament. Over every statue was placed a history in gold, which seemed to be of base relieve; the conceits which were figured in them were these. In the first was Prometheus, embossing in clay the figure of a woman, in the second he was represented stealing fire from the chariot-wheele of the Sun: in the third, he is expressed putting life with this fire into his figure of clay; and in the fourth square, jupiter enraged, turns these new made women into statues. Above all, for finishing, ran a Cornish, which returned over every Pilaster, seeming all of gold and richly carved.  

A full Song.  
SVpported now by Clouds descend,  
Divine Prometheus, Hymen's friend,  
Lead down the new transformed fires,  
And fill their breasts with loves desires:  
That they may revel with delight,  
And celebrate this nuptial night,  
So celebrate this nuptial night,  
That all which see may stay.  
They never viewed so fair a sight,  
Even on the clearest day.   
While this Song is sung, and the Maskers court the four new transformed Ladies, four other Statues appear in their places.  Entheus. 
See, see Prometheus, four of these first dames  
Which thou long since out of thy purchased flames,  
Didst forge with heavenly fire, as they were then,  
By jove transformed to Statues, so again,  
They suddenly appear by his command  
At thy arrival, Lo how fixed they stand,  
So did jove's wrath too long, but now at last,  
It by degrees relents, and he hath placed  
These Statues, that we might his aid implore,  
First for the life of these, and then for more.  Prom. 
Entheus, Thy counsels are divine and just,  
Let Orpheus deck thy Hymn, since pray we must.  

The first Invocation in a full Song.  
Powerful jove, that of bright stars,  
Now hast made men fit for wars;  
Thy power in these Statues prove,  
And make them women fit for love.   Orpheus. 
See jove is pleased, Statues have life & move,  
Go new-born men, and entertain with love,  
These new-born women, though your number yet  
Exceeds theirs double, they are armed with wit,  
To bear your best encounters, Court them fair:  
When words and Music speak, let none despair.  

THE SONG.  

Woo her, and win her, he that can,  
Each woman hath two lovers,  
So she must take and leave a man,  
Till time more grace discovers;  
This doth jove to show that want,  
Makes beauty most respected;  
If fair women were more scant,  
They would be more affected.   

2.  
Courtship and Music, suit with love,  
They both are works of passion,  
Happy is he whose words can move,  
Yet sweet notes help persuasion.  
Mix your words with Music then,  
That they the more may enter;  
Bold assaults are fit for men,  
That on strange beauties venture.    Promet. 
Cease, cease your wooing strife, see jove intends,  
To fill your number up, and make all friends,  
Orpheus, and Eutheus, join your skills once more,  
And with a Hymn the Deity implore.  

The second Invocation to the tune of the first.  
Powerful jove, that hast given four,  
Raise this number but once more,  
That complete, their numerous feet  
May aptly in just measures meet.   
The other four statues are transformed into women, in the time of this invocation.  Enth. 
The number's now complete, thanks be to jove,  
No man needs fear a Rival in his love;  
For, all are sped, and now begins delight,  
To fill with glory, this triumphant night.  
The Maskers having every one entertained his Lady, begin their first new entering dance: after it, while they breath, the time is entertained with a dialogue song.  

Breathe you now, while Io Hymen  
To the Bride we sing:  
O how many joys, and honours,  
From this match will spring?  
Ever firm the league will prove,  
Where only goodness causeth love.  
Some for profit seek  
What their fancies most disleeke,  
These love for virtues sake alone:  
Beauty and youth unite them both in one.   CHORUS. 
Live with thy Bridegroom happy, sacred Bride;  
How blessed is he, that is for love envied.  
The Maskers second dance.  
Breathe again, while we with music  
Fill the empty space:  
O but do not in your dances,  
Yourselves only grace.  
Every one fetch out your Fere,  
Whom chiefly you will honour here,  
Sights most pleasure breed,  
When their numbers most exceed:  
Choose then, for choice to all is free,  
Taken or left, none discontent must be.  CHORUS. 
Now in thy Revels frolicke-faire delight,  
To heap joy on this ever honoured night.  
The Maskers during this Dialogue take out others to dance with them, men women, and women men, and first of all the Princely Bridegroom and Bride were drawn into these solemn Revels, which continued a long space, but in the end were broken off with this short Song.  

A Song.  
CEase, cease you Revels, rest a space,  
New pleasures press into this place,  
Full of beauty and of grace.   
The whole scene was now again changed, and became a prospective with Porticoes on each side, which seemed to go in a great way, in the middle was erected an obelisk, all of silver, and in it lights of several colours, on the side of this obelisk, standing on Pedestals, were the statues of the Bridegroom and Bride, all of gold in gracious postures. This obelisk was of that height, that the top thereof touched the highest clouds, and yet Sibylla did draw it forth with a thread of gold. The grave Sage was in a Robe of gold tucked up before to her girdle, a Kirtle gathered full, and of silver; with a vail on her head, being bare necked, and bearing in her hand a scroll of Parchment.  Eutheus. 
Make clear the passage to Sibilla's sight,  
Who with her Trophy comes, to crown this night,  
And as herself with Music shall be led,  
So shall she pull on with a golden thread.  
A high vast obelisk, dedicate to fame,  
Which immortality itself did frame.  
Raise high your voices now, like Trumpets fill,  
The room with sounds of Triumph, sweet and shrill.  

A SONG.  
COme triumphing, come with state,  
Old Sibilla, reverend Dame,  
Thou keep'st the secret key of fate,  
Preventing swiftest fame.  
This night breath only words of joy,  
And speak them plain, now be not coy,   SIB. 
DEbetur alto iure, Principium iovi,  
Votis det ipse vim meis, dict is fidem.  
Vtrinque decoris splendet egregium jubar,  
Medio triumphus mole stat dignus sua,  
Coelumque summo Capite dilectum petit;  
Quam pulchra pulchro sponsa respondet viro!  
Quam plena numinis? Patrem vultu exprimit,  
Parens futura masculae prolis, Parens  
Regum, imperatorum: Additur Germaniae  
Robur Britannicum. ecquid esse par potest?  
Vtramque iunget una mens gentem, fides,  
Deique Cultus unus, & simplex amor.  
Idem erit utrique hostis, sodalis idem, idem  
Votum periclitantium, atque eadem manus.  
Favebit illis Pax, favebit bellica  
Fortuna, semper aderit Adiutor Deus.  
Sic, sic Sibilla; vocibus nec his deest  
Pondus, nec hoc inane momumentum trahit.  
Et aureum est, & quale nec flammas timet,  
Nec fulgura, ipsi quip sacratur iovi.  Pro. 
The good old Sage is silenced, her free tongue  
That made such melody, is now unstrung:  
Then grace her Trophy with a dance triumphant,  
Where Orpheus is none can fit music want.  

A Song and dance triumphant of the Maskers.  

1  
DAnce, dance, and visit now the shadows of our joy,  
All in height, and pleasing state, your changed forms employ.  
And as the bird of jove salutes, with lofty wing, the morn;  
So mount, so fly, these Trophies to adorn.  
Grace them with all the sounds and motions of delight,  
Since all the earth cannot express a lovelier sight,  
View them with triumph, and in shades the truth adore,  
No pomp or sacrifice can please jove's greatness more.   

2  
Turn, turn, and honour now the life, these figures bear,  
Lo, how heavenly natures far above all art appear,  
Let their aspects revive in you, the fire that shined so late,  
Still mount and still retain, your heavenly state.  
Gods were with dance, and with music served of old,  
Those happy days derived their glorious style from gold:  
This pair by Hymen joined, grace you with measures then,  
Since they are both divine, and you are more than men.    Orph. 
Let here Sibylla's Trophy stand,  
Lead her now by either hand,  
That she may approach yet nearer,  
And the Bride and Bridegroom hear her  
Bless them in her native tongue,  
Wherein old prophecies she sung,  
Which time to light hath brought:  
She speaks that which jove hath taught.  
Well may he inspire her now,  
To make a joyful and true vow.  Syb. 
Sponsam sponse t●…ro tene pudicam,  
Sponsum sponsa tene toro pudicum.  
Non haec unica nox datur beatis,  
At vos perpetuò haec beabit una  
Prole multiplici, parique amore.  
Laeta, ac vera refert Sibylla, ab alto  
Ipse jupiter annuit loquenti.  Pro. 
So be it ever, joy and peace,  
And mutual love give you increase,  
That your posterity may grow  
In fame, as long as Seas do flow.  Enth. 
Live you long to see your joys,  
In fair Nymphs and Princely Boys:  
Breeding like the Garden flowers,  
Which kind heaven draws with her warm showers.  Orph. 
Enough of blessing, though too much  
Never can be said to such;  
But night doth waste, and Hymen chides,  
Kind to Bridegrooms and to Brides,  
Then singing the last dance induce,  
So let good night prevent excuse.  

The Song.  
NO longer wrong the night,  
Of her Hymenaean right,  
A thousand Cupids call away,  
Fearing the approaching day,  
The Cocks already crow,  
Dance then and go,   
The last new Dance of the Maskers, which concludes all with a lively strain at their going out.