THE MASQVE
OF
AVGVRES.
WITH THE SEVERAL
Antimasques.
Presented on Twelfe night.
1621.

The first Antimasque hath
for the Scene,
The COVRT-BVTTRYHATCH.

The Presenters are from Saint
KATHERINES.

NOTCH
A Brewers Clarke.
SLVG
A Lighter-man.
VAN-GOOSE
A rare Artist.
LADY
Ale-wife.
Her two Women.
Three dauncing Beares.
VRSON
The Beare-ward.
GROOME of the REVELS.
 

NOTCH.

COme, now my head's in, Ile eu'n venter

the whole. I ha seen the Lions ere now;

and he that hath seen them, may see the King.

SLVG.

I thinke he may: but haue a care you goe not

too high (neighbour NOTCH) least you chance to

haue a Tally made of your pate, and be clawed with a
cudgell. There is as much danger in going too neere

the King, as the Lions.

GROOM.

Whether? whether now Gamsters? what

is the businesse? the affaire? stop I beseech you.

NOTCH.

This must be an Officer, or nothing, he is

so peart, and briefe in his demands! a prettie man! and a

prettie man is a little o' this side nothing. Howsoever,

we must not be daunted now. I am sure I am, a greater

man then he out of the Court, and I haue lost nothing

of my size since I came into it.

GROOM.

Hey-da! whats this! A hogshead of beere

broke out of the Kings Buttry, or some Dutch hulke!

whether are you bound? The wind is against you: you

must backe: doe you know where you are?

NOTCH.

Yes Sir, if we be not mistaken, wee are at

the Court, and would be very glad to speak with some-

thing of lesse authoritie, and more wit, that knowes a

little, in the place.

GROOME.

Sir, I know as little as any man in the

place: speake, what is your businesse? I am an Of-

ficer, GROOME of the REVELS; I may and must

aske you.

NOTCH.

Be not too mustie Sir; our desire is onely

to know, whether the Kings Maiestie and the Court

expect any Disguise here to night.

GROOM.

Disguise! what meane you by that? do

you thinke his Maiestie sits here to expect drunkards?

NOTCH.

No, if he did, I beleeue you would sup-

ply that place better, then you doe this. Disguise was

the olde English word for a Masque Sir, before you

were an Implement belonging to the REVELS.

GROOM.

There is no such word in the Office now,

I assure you Sir: I haue seru'd heere Man and Boy a

prentiship or twaine, and I should know. But (by what

name soeuer you call it) heere will be a Masque, and

shall be a Masque, when you and the rest of your Com-

rogues shall sit disguis'd in the stocks.

NOTCH.

Sure, by your language, you were neuer

meant for a Courtier, howsoeuer it hath been your ill

fortune to bee taken out of the nest young: you are

some Constables Egge, some such Widgin of authori-

tie, you are so easily offended! Our comming was to

shew our loues, Sir, and to make a little merry with

his Maiestie to night, and wee haue brought a Masque

with vs, if his Maiestie had not been better prouided.

GROOME.

Who you? you a Masque? why you

stinke like so many bloat herrings newly taken out of

the chimney! In the name of ignorance whence came

you? or what are you? you haue beene hangd in the

smoake sufficiently, that is smelt out already.

NOTCH.

Sir, we doe come from among the Brew-

houses in Saint KATHERINS, that's true, there you

haue smoak'd vs (the Docke comfort your nostrils) and

wee may haue liued in a mist there, and so mist our

purpose: but for mine owne part, I haue brought my

properties with me to expresse what I am, the keyes of

my calling hang heere at my girdle; and this, the regi-

ster booke of my function, shewes me no lesse then a

Clerke at all points, and a Brewers Clerke, and a Brew-

ers head-Clerke.

GROOM.

A man of account Sir! I cry you mercy.

SLVG.

I Sir, I knew him a fine Merchant, a Mer-

chant of hops, till all hopt into the water.

NOTCH.

No more of that, what I haue bin, I haue

bin: what I am, I am. I PETER NOTCH Clearke,

hearing the CHRISTMAS Inuention was drawne dry

at Court, and that neither the Kings POET, nor his

ARCHITECT had wherewithall left to entertaine so

much as a Baboone of qualitie, nor scarce the Welsh

Embassador if hee should come there; out of my alle-

geance to wit, drew in some other friends, that haue as

it were presumed out of our owne naturals, to fill vp

the Vacuum with some pretty presentation, which wee

haue addrest, and conuei'd hither in a lighter at the ge-

neral charge, and landed at the back-doore of the But-

tery, through my neighbour SLVGs credit there.

SLVG.

A poore Lighterman Sir, one that hath had

the honour sometimes to lay in the Kings Beere there,

and I assure you I heard it in no worse place, then the

very Buttry, for a certaine, there would be no Masque,

and from such as could command a Iacke of Beere two

or three.

VAN.

Dat is true, exceeding true, de Inuentors be

barren, lost, two, dre, vour mile, I know that from my selua:

dey haue no ting, no ting van deir owne, but vat dey take

vrom de eard, or de sea, or de heauen, or de hell, or de rest uan

de vier elementen, de place a, dat be so common as de benche

in de Burdello. Now, me vould bring in some daintie new

ting, dat neuer vas, nor neuer sall be, in de rebus natura! dat

has neder van de mater, nor de vorme, nor de head, nor de

voot, but is a mera deuisa of de braine

GROOM.

Hey-da, what HANS FLVTTERKIN is

this? what do's this Dutchman build, or talke of?

Castles in the ayre?

NOT.

He is no Dutchman Sir, he is a Brittaine borne,

but hath learned to misuse his owne tongue in trauell,

and now speaks all languages in ill English. A rare Artist

he is Sir, & a Projector of Masques. His project in ours,

is, that wee should all come from the three dancing

Beares, a famous Alehouse in Saint Katherines (you may

hap know it Sir), hard by where the Priest fell in, which

Alehouse is kept by a distrest Lady, whose name (for the

honour of Knighthood) will not be knowne, yet shee is

come in person, errant, to fill vp the aduenture with her

two Women that draw drinke vnder her, Gentlewo-

men borne, all three I assure you.

SLVG.

And were three of those Gentlewomen, that

should haue acted in that famous matter of Englands

Ioy, in sixe hundred and three.

LADY.

What talke you of Englands Ioy, Gentlemen?

you haue another matter in hand ywis, Englands Sport,

if you can manage it. The poore Cattell yonder, are pas-

sing away the time with a cheat loafe and a bumbard,

how wil you dispose of them?

GR.

Cattell? what Cattell do's she meane?

LADY.

No worse then the Kings Game I assure you:

Beares of quality and fashion, right Beares, true Beares!

NOT.

A deuice, onely to expresse the place from

whence we come (my Ladies house) for which we haue

borrowed three very Beares, that (as her Ladiship afore-

said sayes) are well bred, and can dance to present the

Signe, and the Bearward to stand for the Signe-post.

GR.

That is prety: but are you sure you haue suffici-

ent Beares for the purpose?

SLVG.

Very sufficient Beares, as any are in the ground:

and can dance at first sight, and play their owne tunes, if
need bee. JOHN VRSON the Beareward offers to play

them with any Citie-Dancers, christned, for a ground

measure.

NOT.

Marry, for lofty tricks, or dancing on the ropes,

he will not vndertake: it is out of their element, he sayes.

Sir, all our request is, since we are come, we may bee ad-

mitted, if not for a Masque, for an Antick Masque: and

as we shall deserue therein, we desire to be returned with

credit to the Buttry, from whence we came, for reward;

or to the Porters Lodge, for our punishment.

GR.

To be whipt with your Beares? Well, I could

bee willing to venter a good word in behalfe of the

Game, if I were assured the aforesaid Game would be

cleanly, and not fright the Ladies.

NOT.

For that, Sir, the Bearward hath put in securi-

tie, by warranting my Lady and her Women to dance

the whole Changes with them in safety; and for their

abusing the place, you shal not need to feare, for he hath

giuen them a kind of diet-bread, to bind them, to their

good behauiour.

GR.

Well, let them come: If you need one, Ile helpe

you my selfe.

The Dance.

VAN.

How like you? how like you?

GRO.

Excellaunt. The Beares haue done learnedly,

and sweetly.

VAN.

Tis no ting, tis no ting, vill you see some ting? Ick

sall bring in de groat Turkschen, met all zin Bashawes, and

zin dirty towsand Yanitsaries, met all zin Whooren, Eunu-

ken, all met an auder, de Sofie van Persia, de Tartar Cham,

met de groat King of Mogull, and make deir men, and deir

horse, and deir elephanten be seene fight in de ayre, and bee all

killen, and aliuen! and no sush ting. And al dis, met de ars, van

de Catropricks, by de refleshie van de glassen.

NOT.

O, he is an admirable Artist.

SLVG.

And a halfe Sir.

GR.

But where will he place his glasses?

VAN.

Fow, dat is all ean! as it be two, dree, vier, vife tou-

sand mile of, Ick sall multipliren de vizioun, met an ander se-

cret dat Ick heb. Spreck, vat vill you heben?

GR.

Good Sir put him toot, bid him doe something

that is impossible: he will vndertake it, I warrant you.

NOT.

I do not like the Mogull, nor the great Turke,

nor the Tartar, their names are somwhat too big for the

roome: marry if he could shew vs some Country-plaiers

strolling about in seuerall shires, without licence from

the office; that would please, I know whom.

NOT.

Or some Welsh Pilgrims.

VAN.

Pilgrim? Now you talke of de Pilgrim, it come in

my head, Ick vill shew you all de whole braue Pilgrim o' de

vorld: de Pilgrim dat go now, now, at de instant, two, dree,

towsand mile to de great Mahomet, at de Mecha, or here, dere,

euerywhere, make de fine Labyrints, and shew all de braue

error in de vorld.

SLVG.

And shall we see it here?

VAN.

Yau, here, here, here in dis roome, dis very roome:

vel, vat is dat to you, if Ick do de ting? vat an Diuell, vera

boten Deuill?

GR.

Nay, good Sir be not angry.

NOT.

Tis a disease that followes all excellent men,

they cannot gouerne their passions, but let him alone,

trie him one bout.

GR.

I would try him, but what has all this to doe

with our Masque?

VAN.

O, Sir, all de better, vor an Antic-masque, de more

absurd it be, and vrom de purpose, it be euer all de better. If it

goe from de nature of de ting, it is de more art; for dere is

Art, and dere is Nature; you shall see. Hochos-pochos. Fa-

bros Palabros.

The Second Antimasque.

Which is a perplex'd dance of straying, and deform'd Pil-
grims, taking seuerall pathes, till with the opening of the
light aboue, and breaking forth of
APOLLO, they are all
frighted away, and the Mayne Masque begins.

APOLLO descending sings.

It is no Dreame, you all doe wake and see:

Behold, who comes! far-shooting PHOEBVS, he

That can both hurt, and heale; and with his voyce

Reare Townes, and make Societies reioyce;

That taught the Muses all their harmony;

And men the tunefull art of Augury;

APOLLO stoopes: and, when a God descends,

May Mortals thinke he hath no vulgar ends.


Being neare the earth, hee calls these persons following, who
come forth, as from their Tombes.

LINVS, and ORPHEVS, BRANCHVS, IDMON, all

My sacred sonnes, rise, at your Fathers call,

From your immortall graues, where sleepe, not death,

Yet binds your powers.


LINVS.

Here.

ORPHEVS.

Here.

BRANCHVS.

What sacred breath,

Doth re-inspire vs!

IDMON.

Who is this we feele!

PHOEMONOE.

What heat creepes through me, as when burning steele

Is dipt in water!

APOLLO.

I, PHOEMONOE,

Thy Father PHAEBVS'S fury filleth thee;

Confesse my Godhead: once againe I call,

Let whole APOLLO enter in you all,

And follow me.

CHORVS.

We flye, we do not tread,

The Gods doe vse to rauish whom they lead.


APOLLO, descended, shewes them where the King sits, and
sings forward.

APOLLO.

Behold the loue and care of all the Gods,

King of the Ocean, and the happie Iles,

That whilst the world about him is at ods,

Sits crowned Lord here of himself, and smiles.------


CHORVS.

To see the erring mazes of Mankind,

Who seeke for that, doth punish them to find.


Then he aduanceth with them to the King.

APOLLO.

Prince of thy peace, see what is to loue

The powers aboue!

IOVE hath commanded me

To visit thee:

And in thine honour with my musick reare

A Colledge here

Of tune-full Augurs, whose diuining skill

Shall waite thee still,

Aud be the Heralds of his highest will.

The worke is done,

And I haue made their President thy Sonne.

Great MARS too, on these nights,

Hath added Salian rites.

Yond, yond, afarre,

They closed in their Temple are,

And each one guided by a starre.


CHORVS.

Haste, haste, to meete them, and as they aduance,

Twixt euery dance,

Let vs interpret their prophetick trance.


Here they fetch out the Masquers, and come before them with
the Torch-bearers along the Stage, singing this full Song.

APOLLO and CHORVS.

Which way, and whence the lightning flew,

Or how it burned, bright, and blew,

Designe, and figure by your lights:

Then forth, and shew the seuerall flights

Your Birds haue made, or what the wing,

Or voyce in Augurie doth bring.

Which hand the Crow cry'd on, how high

The Vultur, or the Erne did flie,

What wing the Swan made, and the Doue,

The Storke, and which did get aboue:

Shew all the birds of food, or pray.

But passe by the unlucky Iay,

The Night-Crow, Swallow, or the Kite,

Let those haue neither rite,

Nor part,

In this nights art.


The Torch-Bearers Dance.

After which the AVGVRS lay by their staves, and dance their
Entry. Which done
, APOLLO, and the rest interpret the
Augurie
.

APOLLO.

The signes are lucky all, and right,

There hath not bin a voyce, or flight

Of ill presage.


LINVS.

The Bird that brings

Her Augury alone to Kings,

The Doue, hath flowne.


ORPHEVS.

And to thy peace

Addes Fortunes, and the Fates increase.


BRANCHVS.

MINERVA'S Hernshaw, and her Owle

Do both proclaime, thou shalt controle

The course of things,


IDMON.

As now they be,

With tumult carried:


APOLLO.

And liue free

From hatred, faction, or the feare

To blast the Oliue thou dost weare.


CHORVS.

More is behind which these doe long to showe,

And what the Gods to so great vertue owe.


The Maine Dance.

CHORVS.

Still, still the Auspice is so good

We wish it were but vnderstood;

It euen puts APOLLO

To all his strengths of art to follow

The flights, and to diuine

What's meant by euery signe.

Thou canst not lesse be then the charge

Of euery Deitie,

That thus art left here to inlarge.

And shield their pietie!

Thy Neighbours at they fortune long haue gaz'd,

But at thy wisedome all doe stand amaz'd,

And wish to be

O'recome, or gouerned by thee!

Safetie it selfe so sides thee where thou goest,

And Fate still offers what thou couet'st most!


The Reuels.

After which, APOLLO goes vp to the King,
and sings.

Doe not expect to heare of all

Your good at once, least it forestall

A sweetnesse would be new:

Some things the Fates would haue conceal'd

From vs the Gods, least being reueal'd

Our powers should enuy you.

It is enough your people learne

The reuerence of your peace;

As well as strangers doe discerne

The glories, by th'increase:

And that the princely AVGVR here, your Sonne,

Doe by the Fathers lights his courses runne.


CHORVS.

Him shall you see triumphing ouer all

Both foes, and vices: and your young, and tall

Nephewes, his sonnes, grow vp in your embraces,

To giue this Iland Princes, in long races.


Here the Heauen opens, and IOVE, with the Senate
of the Gods, is discouered, while
APOLLO
returnes to his seat, and ascending sings.

APOLLO.

See, heauen expecteth my returne,

The forked fire begins to burne,

IOVE beckons me to come.


IOVE.

Though PHOEBVS be the God of Arts,

He must not take on him all parts:

But leaue his Father some.


APOLLO.

My Arts are onely to obey,

IOVE.

And mine to sway.

IOVE is that One, whom first, midst, last you call,

The power that gouern's, and conserueth all;

Earth, Sea, and Ayre are subiect to our checke,

And Fate, with Heauen, moouing at our becke.

Till IOVE it ratifie,

It is no Augurie,

Though vtter'd by the mouth of DESTINIE.


APOLLO.

Deare Father, giue the signe, and seale it then.

The EARTH riseth. It is the suit of EARTH, and Men.

IOVE.

What doe these mortals craue without our wrong.

EARTH with the rest.

That IOVE will lend vs this our Soueraigne, long.

Let our grand-children and not we

His want, or absence euer see.


IOVE.

Your wish is blest:

IOVE knocks his chin against his brest,

And firmes it with the rest.


CHORVS.

Sing then his fame, through all the orbes, in euen

Proportions, rising still from Earth to Heauen:

And of the lasting of it leaue to doubt,

The power of Time shall neuer put that out.


This done, the whole Scene shuts, and the Masquers
dance their last dance.

The End.

For the expression of this, I must stand; The inuen-
tion was diuided betwixt Mr.
IONES, and mee. The
SCENE, which your eye iudges, was wholly his, and worthy
his place of the Kings
Surueyour, and Architect, full of
noble obseruation of Antiquitie, and high Presentment. The

Musique compos'd by that excellent paire of Kinsemen, Mr.
ALPHONSO FERRABOSCO, and Mr. NICHOLAS
LANIER. An sint Musis & Apolline digna,
penes vos esto.B.J.