in Lovers Made Men (The Masque at Lord Hay's) — Jonson, Ben
Metadata
Play
Lovers Made Men (The Masque at Lord Hay's)
Author
Jonson, Ben
Year (catalogued)
1617
First performance
1617
Decade
1610s
Genre
Masque
Play type
Occasional
Speech prefix(es)
MERCVRY.
Words
401
Characters
2106
Typicality
0.29 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
B14287
BritDrama no.
1822
Cluster
Cluster 22 — Ghosts, curses & horror voices
Important excerpts
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Full speech
NAy, faint not now, so near the fields of rest, Here no more furies, no more torments dwell, Then each hath felt already in his breast, Who hath been once in love, hath proved his hell. Up then, and follow this my golden rod, That points you next to aged LETHES shore, Who powers his waters from his urn abroad, Of which but tasting, you shall faint no more. They are the gentle forms, Of Lovers, tossed upon those frantic seas, Whence VENUS sprung. No. Yes. Drowned by love, That drew them forth with Hope's as smooth as were Unfaithful waters he desired them prove. He did, and on the billow would he roll, And laugh, to see one throw his heart away, Another sighing, vapour forth his soul, A third, to melt himself in tears, and say, Oh Love, I now to salter water turn Then that I die in; then, a fourth, to cry Amid the surges, o I burn, I burn: A fifth, laugh out, it is my ghost, not I. And thus in pairs I found them. Only one There is, that walks, and stops, and shakes his head, And shuns the rest, as glad to be alone, And whispers to himself, he is not dead. No? But, why Proceeds this doubtful voice from destiny? Sure? They say themselves th'are dead. In gin to doubt, that Love with charms hath put This phantasy in them; and they only think That they are ghosts. Do, bow unto the reverend lake. And having touched there; up, and shake The shadows off, which yet do make Us you, and you yourselves mistake. See! see! they are themselves again! Look, look unto this snaky rod, And stop your ears against the charming God; His every word, falls from him, is a snare: Who have so lately known him, should beware. Nay, you should never have left off: But stayed, and herd your general CUPID scoff, To find you in the line you were. Good Fly, good night. As if that LOVE, disarmed, were less a fire? Away, away. Yet lest that VENUS wanton Son Should, with the world, be quite undone, For your fair sakes (you brighter stars, Who have beheld these civil wars) FATE is content, these Lovers here Remain still such: so LOVE will swear Never to force them act to do, But what he will call HERMES too.
Plot summary
Plot — Lovers Made Men (The Masque at Lord Hay's)
The souls of lovers drowned by Love arrive in the underworld. Mercury conducts them to the River Lethe, where the Fates insist that they are not dead: their threads of life have not yet been cut, and they have only to drink from the river to be restored. They do so, and become men again. Dancing ensues. Cupid tries to tempt them back to their old ways, and induces them to dance with the ladies in the audience; but Mercury succeeds in persuading them to leave, evading the love-god’s power. Cupid agrees never again to seek to influence the lovers without admitting the moderating influence of Mercury.