SATYR

Not so nimbly as your feet, When about the creame-boules sweet. You, and all your Elves do meet. Not tell? Would, would, I could smile, At this old, and toothless wile. die, I have been no sleeper, She belies the noble Keeper. Say, that here he Like the Groves: And pursue no rain Loves, Is he therefore to be deemed, Rude, or sau dge? or esteemed, But a sorry Entertainer, Cause he is no common strainer: After painted Nymph's for savours, Or that in his Garb he savours Little of the nice y, In the sprucer Courtiery; As the Ros y of kisses, With the oath that never misses, This, Believe me on the breast, And then telling some men jest, Thinking to prefer his wit, Equal with his suit by it, I mean his Clothes: No, no, no, Here does no such humour 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 Hope's he shall resort there, Safer, and with more allowance Since a hand hath governance, That hath given those Customs chase, And hath brought his own in place. Oh that now a wish could bring, The Godlike person of a King, Then should even Enuiefinde, Cause of wonder at the mind Of our Woodman: But lo where His Kingly Image does appear, And is all this while neglected: Pardon (Lord) you are respected Deep as is the Keepers heart, And as deer in every partly. See, Here the Satire fetched out of the Wood, the Lord Spé cers eldest son at tirde and appointed Like a Huntsman. for instance where he sends His Son, his Heir; who humbly bends Low, as is his Father's earth, To the womb that gave you birth: So he was directed first. Next to you, of whom the thirst Of seeing takes away the use Of that partly, should plead excuse For his boldness, which is less By his comely shamfastnesse. Rise up Sir, I will betray, All I think you have to say; That your Father gives you here, (Freely as to him you were) To the service of this Prince: And with you these Instruments Of his wild and Sy and trade, Better not had. The Bow was Ph ebas, and the horn, By Oriȝon often worn: The Dog of Sparta breed, and good, As can ring within a Wood: Thence his name is: you shall try How he hunts instantly. But perhaps the Queen your mother, Rather does affect some other Sport, as coursing: we will prove Which her Highness most does love. Satires let the Woods refound, They shall have their welcome crowned, With abrace of to ground. At that, the whole Wood and place re ounded with the noise of Cornets, Horns, and other Hunting Mu sique, and a brace of p to out; and as for tunately killed, as they were meant to be; even in the sighed of her Maiesti . This was the first Nights show. Where the next day being Sunday, she rested, and on Monday, till after din ver; where there was a speech suddenly thought on, to in duce a Morrise of the Clowns there about, who most offi ciouslie presented themselves, but by reason of the throng of the Country that came in, their Speaker could not be hard, who was in the person of Nobody, to deliver this following speech and attired in a pair of Breeches which were made to come up to his neck, with his arms out at his pockets, and a Cap drowning his face. If my outside move your Laughter, Pray Jove, my inside be thereafter. Queen, Prince, Duke, Earls, Countesses; you courtly Pearls: (And, I hope no mortal sin, If I put less Ladies in) Fair saluted be you all. At this time it does befall, We are the Huisher to a Morrise, (A kind of Masque) whereof good store is In the Country here about, But this, the choice of all the rout. Who because that no man sent them, Have God Nobody to present them. These are Things have no suspicion Of their ill doing: nor Ambition, Of their well: but as the Pipe Shall inspire them, mean to skip. They come to see, and to be seen, And though they dance afore the Queen, Ther's none of these does hope to come by Wealth, to built another Holmby: All those dancing days are done, Men must now have more then one Grace, to built their Fortune's on, Else our souls would sure have gone, All by this time to our feet. I not deny where Graces meet In a man, that quality Is a graceful Property? But when dancing is his best, (Beshrew me) I suspect the rest. But I am Nobody, and my Breath (Soon as it is born) hath death. Come on Clowns forsake your dumps, And bestir your Ho nailed stumps, Do your worst, I'll undertake, Not a Jerk you have shall make Any Lady here in Love. Perhaps your Fool, or so, may move Some Ladies woman with a Trick, And upon it she may pick A pair of revelling legs or two, Out of you with much a do. But see the Hobbyhorse is forgotten. Fool it must be your lot, To supply his want with faces And some other Busson graces You know how; Piper play, And let no body hence away. There was also another parting speech, which was to have been presented in the person of a youth, and accom pained with diverse Gentlemens younger sons of the Country, but by reason of the Multitudinous press, was also hindered. And which we have here adjoined. ANd will you then Mirror of Queens depart? Shall nothing stay you? not my Master's heart That pants to lose the comfort of your light, And see his Day e e it be old grow Night? You are a Goddess, and your will be done; Yet this our last hope is, that as the Sun Cheers objects far removed, as well as near, So where soever you shine, you'll sparkle here. And you deer Lord, on whom my covetous eye Does feed it self but cannot satisfy, Oh shoot up fast in spirit, as in years; That when upon her head proud Europe wears Her stateliest tire, you may appear thereon The richest Gem without a paragon. Shine bright and fixed as the Artic star: And when flow Time hath made you fit for war, Look over the strict Ocean, and think where You may but lead us forth, that grow up here Against a day, when our officious swords Shall speak our Actium better then our words. Till then, all good event conspire to crown Your Parents Hope's, our zeal, and your renown. Peace, usher now your steps, and where you come, Be Envy still stroke blind, and Flattery dumb. Thus much (which was the least of the Entert I ement in respect of the reality, abundance, delicacy, and order of all things else) to do that serviceable right, to his noble Friend, which his affection owes, and his Lordship's merit may challenge, the Author hath suffered to come out, and encounter Censure: and not here unnecessarily adjoined, being performed to the same Queen & Prince; who were no little partly of these more labord and riumphall shows. And to whose greatest partly, he knows the Ho. L. (had he been so blessed as to have seen him at his Lodge) would have stretched in observance, though he could not in Love or zeal. Here? there? and every where? Some solemnities are near, That these changes strike mine ear. My Pipe and I a partly shall bear. And after a short strain with his Pipe; again. Look, see; (beshrew this Tree,) What may all this wonder be? Pipe it, who that list for me: I'll fly out abroad, and see. There he leapt down, and gazing the Queen and Prince in the face, went forward. That is Cyparissus face! And the Dame hath Syrinx grace! Oh that Pan were now in Place, Sure they are of heavenly raze. Here he ran into the wood again, and hid himself while to the found of excellent soft Music that was there concealed in the thicket; there came tripping up the lawn, a Bevy of Fairies attending on Mab their Queen, who falling into and artificial ring, that was there cut in the path, began to dance a round, while their Mistress spoke as follows. By Pan, and thou hast hit it right. There they laid hold on him, and nipped him, Pardon Lady this wild strain, Common with the Sylvan train. That do skip about this plain: Elves, apply your Gyre again. And while some do hop the ring, Some shall play, and some shall sing, Weel express in every thing, Quasi Ori ens Anna. Oranas well-coming. Oh, hold, Mab: I sue.