ARGALIO

Come deer Leonides, My loves sole minion, That Like the powerful ruler of the Fates, Turns my restless Negr mantick charms Into what form best fitts thy apperite: Speak my Leonides, prithee smile, and speak it, Could Earth or Hell invent a guard To shield black crimes from direful punishment? Walls are by Wars strong Engines razed and torn, And Center-reaching caverns of the earth, Have oft been made the inhabitants sad graves: But to built thee a stronger Barracado, I have fetched force from underneath the Poles, The slimy mists of dark Avernus Lake, Cocitus pitchy steems are mixed with that, And black compounded smoke the Cyclops send From the foul sulphur of hight Aetna's Forge, All which I have compounded in a lump, To make this Isle obscure and tenebrous. I'll tell thee friend, those furious Giants that did war with heaven, Had they effected their great enterprise, Could not more glory in their usurpation, Than I do in this Masterpiece of Art. In what? Wrong not thy judgement with that found opinion, Night, why it's the proper sphere, the Orb of pleasure; When do those heirs of pleasure, Cupid's Lords, The active Courtiers and attractive Dams, Choose to express their quintessence of mirth In sports and revels, is't not in the Night? Night and the pleasures that she brings with her, Shall make thee scorn day, as unnecessary: My several spirits in and active dance Shall now present themselves. The angry heavens with common destiny, Thunder, Reprove my sports. Correct thy fear affrighted fantasy Against these found illusions, see they are vanished; Come unto pleasures turn, they but abuse thy thoughts. Be careful of your charge, Down to the infernal vaults, call up The Legion of the lower World, and throw Hels vengeance on them: Come my Leonides, away with fear, Should these charms fail, which to mistrust were poor, My Art should help thee with ten thousand more. Art thou yet doubtful, unbelieving boy? Remember the large stretched thoughts I have employed to arm thee, could I cause Darkness? could my powerful Art hide the Bright Sun in his most royal progress? And shall it be confined by these opposers? Hold brainsick man, look up for thy safety; Seest thou this Throne by sable spirits born, In it we'll mount, so unbelieved a height, Earth shall appear and attome to thine eye: Thou shalt view Cynthia in her silver sphere, Couched by Aurora on her Rosy bed; and make The Sunne-God jealous of your loves: We'll progress over the Celestial Orbs, Thence to the Winds, and view the hollow cave, Where Aeol fetters up the unruly brood; Then by descentions pleasing to our thoughts, We'll take survey of Neptune's watery rule, Ride over the bosom of the Ocean On crooked Dolphins, Amphion Like, striking a well tuned Harp, And then to the earth again. Mount then my Son, and as we reach the sky, My Spirits shall salute us with sweet bays, Jove shall bow down his head to hear their lays, And wish himself commander of their skill: Will this delight thee? Would, would, would; fools to imagine you could wrong Argalio, I pity you, or else my powerful hand Should crush you into air: Stand, and admire, while we ascend a height Above your weak thoughts.