THe Inuention was, to haue a Satyre
lodged in a little Spinet, by which her
Maiestie, and the Prince were to
come, who (at the report of certaine
Cornets that were diuided in seuerall
places of the Parke, to signifie her ap-
proach) aduanced his head aboue the toppe of the Wood,
wondering, and (with his Pipe in his hand) began as fol-
loweth.
SATIRE.
Here? there? and euery where?
Some solemnities are neare,
That these changes strike mine eares
My Pipe and I a part shall beare.
And after a short straine with his Pipe; againe.
Looke, see; (beshrew this Tree.)
What may all this wonder be?
Pipe it, who that list for me:
I'le flie out abroade, and see.
There hee leaped downe, and gazing the Queene and
Prince in the face, went forward.
That is Cyparissus face!
And the Dame hath Syrinx grace!
O that Pan were now in Place,
Sure they are of heauenly race.
Here he ranne into the Wood againe, and hid himselfe
whilst to the sound of excellent soft Musique that was
there conceald in the thicket; there came tripping vp
the lawne, a Beuy of Faeries attending on Mab their
Queene, who falling into an artificiall ring, that was
there cut in the pathe, began to daunce a round, whilst
their Mistresse spake as followeth.
FAERIE.
Haile, and welcome worthiest Queene,
Ioy had neuer perfect beene,
To the Nimphes that haunt this Greene,
Had they not this euening seene.
Now they Print it on the Ground
With their feete in figures round,
Markes that will be euer found,
To remember this glad stound.
The Satyre peeping out of the bush, said.
Trust her not you bonny-bell,
Shee will forty leasinges tell,
I doe know her pranks right well,
FAERIE.
Satyre, wee must haue a spell,
For your tongue, it runnes to fleete.
SATYRE.
Not so nimbly as your feete,
When about the creame-boules sweete.
You and all your Elues do meete.
Here hee came hopping forth, and mixing himselfe with
the Faeries skipped in, out, and about their Circle,
while the Elues made many offers to catch at him.
This is Mab the mistresse-Faerie,
That doth nightly rob the Dairie,
And can hurt, or helpe the cherning,
(As shee pelase) without discerning.
ELFE.
Pug, you will anone take warning?
Shee, that pinches countrey wenches,
If they rub not cleane their benches,
And with sharper Nailes remembers,
When they rake not vp their Embers:
But if so they chaunce to feast her
In a shooe she drops a tester.
ELFE.
Shall we strip the skipping Iester?
This is shee, that empties Cradles,
Takes out Children, puts in Ladles:
Traines forth Midwiues in their slumber,
With a siue the holes to number.
And then leads them, from her Borroughs
Home through Ponds, and water furrows.
ELFE.
Shall not all this mocking stir vs?
Shee can start our Franklins daughters,
In their sleepe, with shrikes, and laughters,
And on sweet Saint Anne's Night,
Feed them with a promisd sight,
Some of husbands, some of Louers,
Which an empty dreame discouers.
ELFE.
Satyre, vengeance neere you houers,
And in hope that you would come here
Yester-eue the Lady *Summer,
She inuited to a Banquet:
But (in sooth) I con you thanke yet,
That you could so well deceiue her
Of the pride which gan vp-heaue her;
And (by this) would so haue blowne her,
As no wood-god should haue knowne her.
Heere he skipped into the Wood.
ELFE.
Mistres, this is onely spight;
For you would not yesternight
Kisse him in the Cock-shout light:
And came againe,
SATIRE.
By Pan, and thou hast hit it right.
There they layd hould on him, and nipt him,
FAERY.
Fairies, pinch him black and blew,
Now you haue him, make him rue:
SATIRE.
O, hold, Mab: I sue.
ELFE.
Nay, the Deuill shall haue his due.
There hee ran quite awaye and left them in a confusion
while the Faery began againe,
FAERY.
Pardon Lady this wild straine,
Common with the Syluan traine.
That do skip about this plaine:
Elues, apply your Gyre againe.
And whilst some do hop the ring,
Some shall play, and some shall sing.
Weele expresse in euery thing,
*Orianas well-comming.
THis is shee,
This is shee,
In whose world of Grace
Euery Season, Person, Place,
That receiue her, happie be,
For with no lesse,
Then* a Kingdomes happinesse,
Doth shee priuate § Lares blesse,
And ours aboue the rest:
By how much we deserue it least.
Long live Oriana.
To exceed (whom shee succeeds) our late Diana.
FAERY.
Madame, now an end to make,
Deigne a simple guift to take:
Only for the Faeries sake,
Who about you still shall wake:
Tis done only to supply,
His suspected courtesy,
Who (since Thamyra did dye)
Hath not brookt a Ladyes eye,
Nor allow'd about his place,
Any of the female race.
Only we are free to trace
All his grounds, as he to chase.
For which Bountie to vs lent,
Of him vnknowledgde, or vnsent,
We prepar'd this *Complement,
And as farre from cheape intent,
In particular to feede,
Any hope that should succede.
Or our glory by the deed,
As your selfe are from the need.
Vtter not; we you implore,
Who did give it, nor wherefore,
And when euer you restore
Your selfe to vs, you shall haue more.
Highest, happiest Queene farewell,
But beware you do not tell.
Here the Faeries hopt away in a fantastique daunce,
when on a sodaine the Satyre discovered himselfe
againe and came foorth.
SATYRE.
Not tell? Ha, ha, I could smile,
At this old, and toothlesse wile.
Lady, I haue beene no sleeper,
Shee belies the noble Keeper.
Say, that heere he like the Groues:
And pursue no forraine Loues,
Is he therefore to be deemed,
Rude, or sauadge? or esteemed,
But a sorry Entertainer,
Cause he is no common strainer:
After painted Nimphes for fauors,
Or that in his Garbe he sauors
Little of the nicety,
In the sprucer Courtiery;
As the Rosary of kisses,
With that oath that neuer misses,
This, Beleeue me on the brest,
And then telling some mans iest,
Thinking to preferre his wit,
Equall with his suite by it,
I meane his Clothes: No, no, no,
Here doth no such humor flow.
He can neither bribe a grace,
Nor encounter my Lords face
With a pliant smile, and flatter,
Though this lately were some matter
To the making of a Courtier.
Now he hopes he shall resort there,
Safer, and with more allowance;
Since a hand hath gouernance,
That hath giuen those Customes chase,
And hath brought his owne in place.
O that now a wish could bring,
The God-like person of a King,
Then should euen Enuie finde,
Cause of wonder at the minde
Of our Wood-man: But loe where
His Kingly Image doth appeare,
And is all this while neglected:
Pardon (Lord) you are respected
Deepe as is the Keepers hart,
And as deere in euery part,
See, for instance where he sends
His Sonne, his Heire; who humbly bends
Lowe, as is his Fathers earth,
To the wombe that gaue you birth:
So he was directed first.
Next to you, of whome the thirst
Of seeing takes away the vse
Of that part, should plead excuse
For his boldnesse, which is lesse
By his comlie shamfastnesse.
Rise vp Sir, I will betray,
All I thinke you haue to say;
That your Father giues you here,
(Freely as to him you were)
To the seruice of this Prince:
And with you these Instruments
Of his wilde and Syluan trade,
Better not Acteon had.
The Bow was Phœbes, and the horne,
By Orion often worne:
The Dog of Sparta breed, and good,
As can ring within a Wood;
Thence his name is: you shall trye
How he hunteth instantly.
But perhaps the Queene your mother,
Rather doth affect some other
Sport, as coursing: we will proue
Which her Highnesse most doth loue.
Satyres let the Woods resound,
They shall haue their welcome crownd,
With a brace of Bucks to ground.
At that, the whole Wood and place resounded with the
noise of Cornets, Hornes, and other Hunting Mu-
sique, and a brace of choyse Deere put out, and as for-
tunately killd, as they were meant to be; euen in the
sight of her Maiestie.
This was the first Nights shew. Where the next day
being Sunday, she rested, and on Monday, till after din-
ner; where there was a speach sodainly thought on, to in-
duce a Morrise of the Clownes thereabout, who most offi-
ciouslie presented themselues, but by reason of the throng
of the Countrey that came in, their Speaker could not be
hard, who was in the person of No-body, to deliuer
this following speach and attired in a paire of Breeches
which were made to come vp to his neck, with his armes
out at his pockets, and a Cap drowning his face.
If my outside moue your Laughter,
Pray Ioue, my inside be therafter.
Queene, Prince, Duke, Earles,
Countesses; you courtly Pearles:
(And, I hope no mortall sinne,
If I put lesse Ladyes in)
Faire saluted bee you all.
At this time it doth befall,
We are the Huisher to a Morrise,
(A kind of Masque) whereof good store is
In the Countrey hereabout,
But this, the choise of all the rout.
Who because that no man sent them,
Haue got No-body to present them
These are Things haue no suspicion
Of their ill doing: nor Ambition
Of their well: but as the Pipe
Shall inspire them, meane to skip.
They come to see, and to bee seene,
And though they dance afore the Queene,
Ther's none of these doth hope to come by
Wealth, to build another Holmby:
All those dauncing dayes are done,
Men must now haue more then one
Grace, to build their fortunes on,
Else our soules would sure haue gone,
All by this time to our feete.
I not deny where Graces meete
In a man, that quality
Is a gracefull Property:
But when dauncing is his best,
(Beshrew me) I suspect the rest.
But I am No-body, and my Breath
(Soone as it is borne) hath death.
Come on Clownes forsake your dumps,
And bestir your Hobnaild stumps,
Do your worst, Ile vndertake,
Not a Ierke you haue shall make
Any Lady here in Loue.
Perhaps your Foole, or so, may moue
Some Ladies womam with a Trick,
And vpon it she may pick
A paire of reuelling legs or two,
Out of you with much adoe.
But see the Hobby-horse is forgot.
Foole it must bee your lot,
To supplie his want with faces
And some other Buffon graces
you know how; Piper playe,
And let no body hence away.
There was also another parting speach, which was to
have been presented in the person of a youth, and accom-
pained with diverse Gentlemens yonger sonnes of the
Countrey, but by reason of the Multitudinous presse,
was also hindred.
And which wee have here adioyned.
ANd will you then Mirror of Queenes depart?
Shall nothing stay you? not my Masters heart
That pants to leese the comfort of your light,
And see his Day ere it be old grow Night?
You are a Goddesse, and your will be done;
Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sunne
Cheares obiects far remou'd, as well as neare,
So wheresoe're you shine, you'le sparkle here.
And you deare Lord, on whome my couetous eye
Doth feede it selfe but cannot satisfie,
O shoote vp fast in spirit, as in yeares;
That when vpon her head proud Europe weares
Her stateliest tire, you may appeare thereon
The richest Gem without a paragon.
Shine bright and fixed as the Artick starre:
And when slow Time hath made you fit for war,
Looke ouer the strict Ocean, and thinke where
You may but leade vs forth, that grow vp here
Against a day, when our officious swords
Shall speake our action better then our words.
Till then, all good euent conspire to crowne
Your Parents hopes, our zeale, and your renowne.
Peace, vsher now your steps, and where you come,
Be Enuie still stroke blind, and Flattery dumbe.
Thus much (which was the least of the Entertainement
in respect of the reality, abondance, delicacie, and order of
all things else) to doe that seruiceable right, to his noble
Friend, which his affection owes, and his Lordships merit
may challenge, the Author hath sufferd to come out, and
encounter Censure: and not here vnnecessarily adioyned,
being performed to the same Queene & Prince; who
were no little part of these more labord and Triumphall
shewes.
And to whose greatest part, he knowes the Ho. L.
(had he beene so blest as to have seene him at his Lodge)
would haue stretcht in obseruance, though he could not in
Loue or zeale.