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.
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.