FLORIMELL

Enough it is for me, if with a hand, (Unstained and unambitious) fairy Land I Crown with Olive-branches: all those wounds, Whose gory mouths but lately stained our ounds, Bleed yet in me: for when great Hen. 7. Elfiline (Our grandsire) filled this throne, your bowers did shine With fire-red steel, and not with Fairies eyes, You herd no music then, but shrieks and cries, Then armed Urchins, and stern household Elves, Their fatal pointed swords turned on themselves. But when the royal Elfiline sat crowned, These civil woes in their own depth lay drowned. He to immortal shades being gone, (Fame's minion) great King Hen. 8. Oberon Titania's royal father, lively springs, Whose Court was Like a camp of none but Kings. From this great conquering Monarchs glorious stem, Three (in direct line) wore his Diadem: Edw. 6. A King first, then a pair of Q. Mar. & Q. Eliz. Queens, of whom, She that was held a downcast, by Fates doom, Sits now above their Hope's: her maiden hand, Shall with a silken thread guide Fairy land. Parthenophill, a Fairy Peer. No Lady. These potent, politic, and twin-born States, Would to their mitred Fortune's tie our fates: Our Fairy groves are green, our temples stand Like goodly watch-towers, wafting passengers From rocks, arrive them in the Holy land: Peace (here) eats fruits, which her own would ̄ worser hath sown, Your lambs with lyons play: about your throne, The Palm, the Laurel, and the abundant Vine Grow up, and with your roses do entwine. But if these gripe your Sceptre once, Vultures are not more ravenous than ̄ these men, Confusion, tyranny, uproars will shake all, Tigers, & wolves, and bears, will fill your seat, In nothing (but in misery) yowl be great: Those black and poisonous waters that boar down In their rough torrent, Fairy towns and towers, And drowned our fields in Marian es days, Will (in a merciless inundation) Cover all again: read Seas will flow again: The Devil will roar again: if these you love, Be (as the Serpent,) wise then, though a Dove. No: she's most fit itania and maids anding alose. To go with us. You must not (cause he's noble) spare his blood. Madame. It did us good To see how your Majestic presence daunted The silly gentleman. Got hence poor wretch with shame. Lock the Court gates. The wolves in his own snare: Oh damned slave! I had Like to would made his heart my poigniards graven. How God you to this knowledge?—blessed heaven! News; thundering news sweet Lady: Envy, Ambition, Theft sactilegious, and base treason, lay Their heads and hands together, at one pull To heave you from your throne: that mannish woman-devil, That lustful bloody Queen of Babylon, Hath (as we gather ripe intelligence) Rigged and A worser fleet, which even now beats the waves, Boasting to make their wombs our Cities graves. Good Lady dread not you, what ere befall. This (sacred Lady:) we ll either hand Have raised and Army both by a and land. Your goodly ships bear the most royal freight, That the world owes (true hearts) their woe ̄ bes are full, Of noble spirits, each man in his face Shows a Kings daun king look, the soldiers stand So thickly on the deck, so brave sim'd, (The Silken streamers uva lng or their heads) That (seeing them) you would dge tuum e pentecost, And that the jolly youngsters of your towns, Had flocked together in gay multitudes, For May-games, and for summer merriments, They look so ely: in such de mome So many Fairies never dwelled at once, Never so many men uvea born so soon, The drum that gave the call, could not be herd For justling armours: ere the call was done, It was so ri gd about with groves of pikes, That when they brake on both sides to give way, The beating of the drum w S thunder noise, While coats of steel clashed so on coats of steel, Helmets on helmets that they struck out fire, Which showed Like lightning, or those flames that fly From the huge Cyclops-hammer, when they sweat To forge Jove's thunder: And in such a heat With quickness rush they armed forth, captains swore, Harness was sure the clothes they daily wore. Men faster came to fight then to a feast. Shoot, shoot, they answer brau m re Linstocks: shoot: This stratage dropped down from in fi . And driven into the caves of night. These evil Spirits are vexed, & though they vanished Like hideous dreams, yet have they left behind them, Throbs, and heart akings, in the general bosom, As omynous bodings. Fairy Lack eyes.— Fly Sirrah through the Air and never rest (On pain to be into and urchin turned) Till thou hast fixed upon the highest gates, Of our greatest Cities They's a warning piece. Away. What's that? Had we all wounds, your words are sovereign balm. A guard the damned serpent, see, lurks here.