The nuptialls of Peleus and Thetis. Consisting of a mask and a comedy, or The the [sic] great royall ball, acted lately in Paris six times by the King in person. The Duke of Anjou. The Duke of Yorke. with divers other noble men. Also by the Princess Royall Henrette Marie. The Princess of Conty. The Dutchess of Roquelaure. The Dutchess of Crequy. with many other ladies of honour.
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             The nuptialls of Peleus and Thetis. Consisting of a mask and a comedy, or The the [sic] great royall ball, acted lately in Paris six times by the King in person. The Duke of Anjou. The Duke of Yorke. with divers other noble men. Also by the Princess Royall Henrette Marie. The Princess of Conty. The Dutchess of Roquelaure. The Dutchess of Crequy. with many other ladies of honour.
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           Buti, Francesco, d. 1682. -- Nozze di Peleo e di Theti.
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           THE
           NVPTIALLS
           OF
           PELEVS
           AND
           THETIS
           .
           CONSISTING
           OF
           A
           Mask
           and
           a
           Comedy
           ,
           OR
           THE
           The
           Great
           Royall
           Ball
           ,
           Acted
           lately
           in
           
             Paris
          
           six
           times
           BY
           
             
               The
               King
               in
               Person
               .
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               
                 Anjou
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Duke
               of
               
                 Yorke
                 .
              
            
             
               with
               divers
               other
               Noble
               men
               .
            
          
        
         
           ALSO
           BY
           
             
               The
               Princess
               Royall
               
                 Henrette
                 Marie
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Princess
               of
               
                 Conty
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Dutchess
               of
               
                 Roqvelaure
                 .
              
            
             
               The
               Dutchess
               of
               
                 Crequy
                 .
              
            
             
               with
               many
               other
               Ladies
               of
               Honour
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             LONDON
             ,
          
           Printed
           for
           
             Henry
             Herringman
             ,
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           his
           Shop
           at
           the
           
             Ancor
          
           in
           the
           lower
           walke
           of
           the
           New
           Exchange
           .
           1654.
           
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
           
           
             
               The
               Stanzas
               of
               the
               Royall
               Ball
               ,
               with
               the
               Argument
               of
               every
               Scene
               of
               the
               Comedy
               ,
               which
               gives
               occasion
               to
               every
               entry
               in
               the
               Ball
               .
            
             
               THE
               ARGUMENT
               .
            
             
               
                 PEleus
              
               King
               of
               
                 Thessaly
              
               being
               enamored
               with
               
                 Thetis
                 ,
              
               and
               crossed
               by
               two
               potent
               Rivalls
               ,
               
                 Jupiter
              
               and
               
                 Neptune
                 ,
              
               doth
               so
               carry
               the
               business
               by
               the
               Counsells
               of
               
                 Chiron
                 ,
              
               and
               by
               the
               succour
               of
               
                 Prometheus
                 ,
              
               that
               both
               the
               Gods
               are
               at
               the
               end
               excluded
               of
               their
               pretentions
               ;
               
                 Neptune
              
               desists
               by
               reason
               of
               his
               old
               age
               ,
               and
               
                 Jupiter
              
               being
               the
               elder
               of
               the
               two
               ,
               but
               much
               more
               considerable
               ,
               doth
               voluntarily
               renounce
               his
               interest
               .
               Whereupon
               
                 Thetis
              
               being
               plainely
               perswaded
               of
               the
               constancy
               ,
               and
               fidelity
               of
               her
               Lover
               ,
               gives
               her
               consent
               to
               marry
               him
               ,
               so
               the
               Nuptialls
               are
               celebrated
               with
               a
               great
               concourse
               of
               Gods
               and
               Goddesses
               .
               
                 Prometheus
              
               also
               having
               done
               good
               service
               in
               the
               business
               ,
               and
               to
               put
               a
               period
               to
               his
               troubles
               ,
               is
               there
               also
               present
               ,
               and
               brings
               with
               him
               the
               Liberall
               and
               Mechanick
               Arts
               which
               hee
               had
               invented
               ;
               Discord
               also
               would
               faine
               have
               been
               there
               ,
               but
               that
               she
               was
               ashamed
               to
               appeare
               upon
               the
               theatre
               ,
               having
               been
               chac'd
               out
               of
               
                 France
                 ,
              
               and
               it
               had
               been
               to
               no
               purpose
               for
               her
               to
               disturb
               so
               ioyfull
               a
               meeting
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               The
               Singers
               .
            
             
               
                 Two
                 Rivers
                 of
                 
                   Thessaly
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Epidan
                     and
                  
                   
                     Onochone
                  
                
              
               
                 Jupiter
              
               
                 Neptune
              
               
                 Juno
              
               
                 Mercury
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                
                 King
                 of
                 
                   Thessaly
                
              
               
                 Thetis
              
               
                 Chiron
              
               
                 Prometheus
              
               
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 water-Nymphs
              
               
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 
                   Syrens
                
                 &
                 
                   Tritons
                
              
               
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 priests
                 of
                 Man
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Deities
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Dancers
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Apollo
                   ,
                
                 and
                 the
                 nine
                 Muses
                 .
              
               
                 Magicians
                 .
              
               
                 Fishers
                 of
                 Corrall
              
               
                 The
                 Furies
                 of
                 jelously
              
               
                 Savage
                 men
                 and
                 women
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Dryads
                 or
                 Wood-nymphs
                 .
              
               
                 Cavaliers
                 of
                 
                   Thessaly
                
              
               
                 Chirons
                 Academists
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                
                 his
                 Courtiers
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                
                 young
                 maids
                 of
                 honor
              
               
                 The
                 Liberall
                 &
                 servile
                 Arts
              
               
                 Love
              
               
                 Iuno
              
               
                 Hymen
              
               
                 Hercules
              
               
                 The
                 harmony
                 of
                 the
                 Sphears
                 .
              
            
          
           
           
             
               TO
               THE
               MOST
               EXCELLENT
               ,
               And
               HIGH-BORN
               Lady
               ,
               The
               Lady
               KATHERINE
               Marchionesse
               of
               DORCHESTER
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               
                 Madam
                 ;
              
            
             
               I
               Believe
               ,
               no
               discerning
               Reader
               will
               question
               my
               
                 Judgement
              
               in
               point
               of
               
                 Election
                 ,
              
               nor
               accuse
               my
               
                 Election
              
               of
               much
               
                 presumption
              
               in
               Dedicating
               this
               princely
               new
               piece
               to
               your
               Ladiship
               .
            
             
               Touching
               the
               first
               ,
               the
               Fancy
               comming
               from
               that
               
                 Country
              
               which
               doth
               challenge
               as
               much
               Interest
               in
               your
               
                 Illustrious
              
               blood
               as
               
                 England
                 ,
              
               I
               humbly
               conceived
               it
               might
               well
               become
               your
               Ladiship
               to
               be
               Patronesse
               thereof
               .
            
             
               Touching
               the
               second
               reason
               ,
               it
               having
               been
               not
               onely
               
                 Represented
                 ,
              
               but
               
                 Acted
              
               so
               many
               times
               (
               and
               reserv'd
               yet
               for
               entertaining
               
                 Pimentel
              
               the
               Spanish
               
               Ambassador
               )
               by
               a
               Great
               
                 King
              
               in
               person
               ,
               with
               such
               a
               number
               of
               Princes
               ,
               Princesses
               ,
               Nobles
               ,
               and
               above
               a
               hundred
               Representators
               besides
               ,
               so
               that
               the
               charge
               of
               the
               scene
               and
               shewes
               amounted
               to
               half
               a
               million
               of
               French
               liures
               ;
               But
               above
               all
               ,
               it
               being
               an
               invention
               so
               cryed
               up
               ,
               so
               well
               contriv'd
               and
               trac'd
               ,
               so
               full
               of
               wit
               ,
               and
               variety
               of
               Musicall
               airs
               ,
               with
               other
               
                 gentilesses
                 ;
              
               I
               deem'd
               it
               would
               be
               a
               thing
               not
               unworthy
               of
               your
               Ladiships
               private
               entertainment
               .
            
             
               Lastly
               ,
               Madam
               ,
               the
               Fancy
               being
               so
               
                 fresh
                 ,
              
               and
               sutable
               to
               the
               
                 season
                 ,
              
               it
               comes
               to
               usher
               in
               a
               happy
               and
               healthfull
               
                 spring
              
               to
               your
               Honor
               ,
               attended
               with
               affluences
               of
               all
               Felicity
               present
               and
               future
               ,
               according
               to
               the
               humble
               and
               
                 pregnant
              
               votes
               of
            
             
               
                 My
                 most
                 Highly
                 Honored
                 Lady
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 thrice-Obedient
                 and
                 devoted
                 Servitor
                 JAM
                 .
                 HOVVEL
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 first
                 of
                 
                   May
                
                 1654.
                 
              
            
          
           
           
             
               THE
               PROLOGUE
               .
               Apollo
               and
               the
               Nine
               Muses
               ,
               Epidan
               and
               Onochone
               Rivers
               of
               Thessaly
               ,
               a
               Quire
               of
               water-Nymphs
               .
            
             
               AT
               the
               opening
               of
               the
               Theater
               ,
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               the
               Muses
               appeare
               upon
               the
               top
               of
               a
               Mountaine
               ,
               on
               both
               sides
               thereof
               run
               two
               Rivers
               of
               
                 Thessaly
                 ,
              
               and
               the
               water-Nymphs
               being
               separated
               in
               two
               Quires
               ,
               fall
               into
               the
               prayse
               of
               
                 Apollo
                 ,
              
               inviting
               him
               to
               come
               downe
               and
               give
               a
               happy
               Augury
               to
               the
               Loves
               of
               
                 Peleus
                 ;
              
               The
               said
               Mountaine
               stoopes
               by
               little
               and
               little
               ,
               whereupon
               the
               Rivers
               and
               Nymphs
               retiring
               ,
               
                 Apollo
              
               and
               the
               Muses
               fill
               the
               Stage
               ,
               and
               compose
               the
               first
               entry
               of
               the
               Ball
               .
            
             
             
             
             
          
           
           
             
               The
               first
               Entry
               .
            
             
               
                 Apollo
                 and
                 the
                 Nine
                 Muses
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 King
                 represents
                 
                   Apollo
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Madam
                   Henriette
                
                 Princesse
                 of
                 England
                 .
                 represents
                 
                   Erato
                   .
                
              
               
                 Madamoisella
                 
                   ofVilleroy
                
                 .
                 represents
                 Clio.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Dutchesse
                 of
                 
                   Crequy
                
                 represents
                 
                   Euterpe
                   .
                
              
               
                 The
                 Dutchesse
                 of
                 
                   Roquelaure
                
                 represents
                 
                   Thalia
                   .
                
              
               
                 The
                 Princesse
                 of
                 
                   Conty
                
                 represents
                 
                   Vrania
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Madam
                   de
                   Monlovet
                
                 represents
                 
                   Terpsicore
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Madam
                   de
                   Saint
                   Simon
                
                 represents
                 
                   Calliope
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Madam
                   d'Olonne
                
                 represents
                 
                   Melpomene
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   Gourdon
                
                 represents
                 
                   Polyhimney
                   .
                
              
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               THE
               NVPTIALS
               Of
               PELEUS
               and
               THETIS
               ;
               OR
               ;
               The
               Great
               Royall
               Ball
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 King
                 of
                 France
                 representing
                 Apollo
                 .
              
               
                 
                   MOre
                   bright
                   and
                   better
                   made
                   then
                   all
                   the
                   Gods
                   ,
                
                 
                   Superior
                   to
                   the
                   rest
                   of
                   Dëities
                   by
                   ods
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   ForeSPEAKER
                   with
                   immortal
                   beams
                   is
                   crown'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Victorious
                   beauties
                   I
                   raise
                   from
                   the
                   ground
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   after
                   
                     Glory
                  
                   alwaies
                   run
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   after
                   
                     Daphne
                  
                   whom
                   I
                   shun
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   That
                   fierce
                   destructive
                   
                     Python
                  
                   I
                   did
                   quell
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   ugly
                   horrid
                   
                     Serpent
                  
                   hatch'd
                   in
                   Hell
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Rebellion
                     ,
                  
                   which
                   had
                   poyson'd
                   farre
                   and
                   neare
                
                 
                   Faire
                   
                     France
                  
                   I
                   chac'd
                   from
                   off
                   this
                   Hemispheare
                   :
                
                 
                   I
                   rather
                   had
                   this
                   
                     Monster
                  
                   slay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   with
                   my
                   
                     Daphne
                  
                   sport
                   and
                   play
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Yet
                   it
                   must
                   be
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                   early
                   or
                   late
                
                 
                   I
                   must
                   a
                   Femall
                   court
                   ,
                   it
                   is
                   my
                   Fate
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   though
                   I
                   am
                   all
                   God
                   ,
                   yet
                   there
                   's
                   a
                   
                     shee
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Whom
                   with
                   love
                   glances
                   I
                   must
                   deifie
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   what
                   Nymph
                   ,
                   Goddesse
                   ,
                   Queen
                   ,
                   or
                   Muse
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   my
                   
                     Daphne
                  
                   would
                   refuse
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 Madam
                 Henriette
                 the
                 Princesse
                 of
                 England
                 ,
                 representing
                 the
                 muse
                 Erato
                 ,
                 which
                 fell
                 to
                 her
                 by
                 lott
                 .
              
               
                 My
                 stemm
                 is
                 more
                 then
                 of
                 a
                 mortall
                 race
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 to
                 
                   great
                
                 Henries
                 
                   Granchild
                
                 all
                 give
                 place
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 Innocent
                 and
                 young
                 aspect
                 ,
              
               
                 Inspires
                 both
                 pitty
                 and
                 respect
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 who
                 loudly
                 would
                 complain
              
               
                 of
                 
                   Princes
                
                 falls
                 and
                 
                   Peoples
                
                 raign
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 angry
                 starrs
                 ,
                 and
                 destiny
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 him
                 but
                 cast
                 his
                 eyes
                 on
                 me
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Madamoiselle
                 de
                 Villeroy
                 representing
                 Clio
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 History
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 turn
                 this
                 charming
                 look
              
               
                 Sometimes
                 to
                 Doomsday
                 book
                 ;
              
               
                 These
                 eyes
                 ,
                 where
                 in
                 his
                 throne
              
               
                 Love
                 sits
                 ,
                 make
                 many
                 mone
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 Rosy
                 cheeks
                 ,
                 my
                 quickening
                 fire
                 ,
              
               
                 Madd
                 the
                 beholders
                 with
                 desire
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 I
                 am
                 but
                 a
                 young
                 thing
                 ,
              
               
                 Blown
                 as
                 it
                 were
                 but
                 in
                 this
                 spring
                 ;
              
               
                 My
                 office
                 is
                 the
                 History
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 Of
                 what
                 a
                 thousand
                 yeers
                 ago
                 befell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Madam
                 the
                 Dutchess
                 of
                 Crequy
                 ,
                 representing
                 Euterpe
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 Musique
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 
                   Mouth
                
                 of
                 Fame
                 doth
                 tell
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Mine
                
                 the
                 graces
                 dwell
                 :
              
               
               
                 So
                 red
                 ,
                 so
                 small
                 ,
                 Loves
                 Queen
              
               
                 Had
                 not
                 ,
                 nor
                 ere
                 was
                 seen
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 hundred
                 beauties
                 more
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 in
                 banke
                 and
                 store
                 ;
              
               
                 Yet
                 none
                 esteemes
                 them
                 lesse
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 nature
                 rather
                 blesse
              
               
                 For
                 those
                 inward
                 parts
                 I
                 have
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 will
                 last
                 me
                 to
                 my
                 Grave
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 I
                 with
                 musique
                 use
                 to
                 cheer
                 the
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 in
                 my
                 Pipes
                 no
                 foulenesse
                 you
                 shall
                 finde
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 M.
                 the
                 Dutchesse
                 of
                 Roquelaure
                 ,
                 representing
                 Thalia
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 Comedy
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 is
                 no
                 heart
                 so
                 free
              
               
                 But
                 it
                 will
                 yeeld
                 to
                 me
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 the
                 true
                 supremacy
              
               
                 Of
                 beauty
                 both
                 in
                 front
                 and
                 eye
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 glances
                 able
                 are
                 for
                 to
                 recover
              
               
                 The
                 sickest
                 amorist
                 ,
                 the
                 palest
                 lover
                 :
              
               
                 My
                 
                   Comedies
                   ,
                
                 if
                 that
                 you
                 listen
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Are
                 able
                 to
                 redeem
                 a
                 soul
                 from
                 hell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Madame
                 the
                 Princesse
                 of
                 Conty
                 ,
                 representing
                 Vrania
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 Astronomy
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 starres
                 in
                 their
                 carreer
              
               
                 Are
                 not
                 so
                 bright
                 and
                 cleer
              
               
                 As
                 is
                 my
                 minde
                 ,
                 which
                 'bove
                 the
                 Elements
              
               
                 Doth
                 soar
                 to
                 view
                 those
                 high
                 syderian
                 Tents
                 .
              
               
                 This
                 port
                 ,
                 this
                 countenance
                 ,
                 and
                 eyes
              
               
                 Shew
                 I
                 did
                 drop
                 down
                 from
                 the
                 skyes
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 study
                 their
                 
                   Aspects
                
                 and
                 
                   Influence
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Their
                 
                   Motions
                   ,
                
                 &
                 what
                 good
                 descends
                 from
                 thence
                 .
              
            
             
             
               
                 Madam
                 de
                 Montlouet
                 representing
                 Terpsicore
                 inventresse
                 of
                 dances
                 and
                 masks
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 for
                 a
                 mortall
                 I
                 am
                 taken
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 may
                 perchance
                 be
                 there
                 mistaken
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 dart
                 a
                 ray
                 will
                 pierce
                 the
                 heart
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 make
                 the
                 center
                 of
                 it
                 smart
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 carry
                 such
                 a
                 Majesty
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 represents
                 Divinity
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 graces
                 all
                 in
                 me
                 do
                 dwell
                 ,
              
               
                 Contending
                 which
                 shall
                 bear
                 the
                 bell
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 doe
                 preside
                 in
                 
                   Maskes
                
                 and
                 
                   Dances
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Wounding
                 the
                 looker
                 with
                 my
                 glances
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 M.
                 the
                 Dutchess
                 of
                 San
                 Simon
                 representing
                 Calliope
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 Heroick
                 Poesy
                 .
              
               
                 Beauty
                 a
                 treasure
                 of
                 high
                 rate
              
               
                 Is
                 my
                 companion
                 and
                 my
                 mate
                 ;
              
               
                 Of
                 vertues
                 I
                 have
                 such
                 a
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 could
                 enrich
                 a
                 thousand
                 more
                 :
              
               
                 I
                 raise
                 my
                 spirits
                 to
                 enhance
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 When
                 I
                 am
                 in
                 poetique
                 trance
                 )
              
               
                 By
                 high
                 heroick
                 verse
                 the
                 acts
              
               
                 Of
                 noble
                 Champions
                 and
                 their
                 facts
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 
                   Sock
                
                 I
                 scorn
                 ,
                 the
                 
                   Buskin
                
                 me
              
               
                 Doth
                 raise
                 to
                 immortality
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Madam
                 d'
                 Olonne
                 representing
                 Melpomene
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 Tragaedy
                 .
              
               
                 Although
                 my
                 countenance
                 be
                 grave
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 pleasure
                 and
                 delights
                 I
                 have
                 ▪
              
               
               
                 I
                 look
                 on
                 
                   Death
                
                 and
                 
                   Destiny
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Yet
                 are
                 my
                 straines
                 Divinity
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 passages
                 of
                 vertue
                 I
                 rehearse
                 ,
              
               
                 Though
                 in
                 an
                 Elegiack
                 Tragick
                 verse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Madamoiselle
                 de
                 Gourdon
                 representing
                 Polhymny
                 ,
                 the
                 inventresse
                 of
                 vocall
                 Musique
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 hundred
                 objects
                 I
                 do
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 Although
                 at
                 my
                 Nativity
              
               
                 They
                 say
                 I
                 hooded
                 was
                 ,
                 my
                 song
              
               
                 Will
                 carry
                 one
                 to
                 heaven
                 along
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 various
                 postures
                 I
                 do
                 show
              
               
                 Will
                 make
                 the
                 Gods
                 themselves
                 to
                 bow
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 the
                 glory
                 of
                 our
                 hills
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 joy
                 both
                 heart
                 and
                 spirit
                 fills
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 THE
                 FIRST
                 ACT
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   first
                   Scnee
                   ,
                   where
                   appears
                   a
                   Grott
                   open
                   on
                   both
                   sides
                   .
                
                 
                   Chiron
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   a
                   dumb
                   quire
                   of
                   Magicians
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     CHiron
                  
                   adviseth
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   either
                   to
                   abandon
                   love
                   ,
                   or
                   not
                   to
                   lose
                   higher
                   hopes
                   ;
                   perswading
                   him
                   ,
                   that
                   the
                   old
                   age
                   of
                   his
                   Rivals
                   ,
                   might
                   happily
                   give
                   him
                   some
                   assurance
                   ,
                   yet
                   he
                   exhorts
                   him
                   for
                   preventing
                   the
                   violence
                   that
                   
                     Jupiter
                  
                   might
                   perchance
                   offer
                   to
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   to
                   go
                   upon
                   Mount
                   
                     Caucasus
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   implore
                   the
                   help
                   of
                   
                     Prometheus
                     ,
                  
                   who
                   with
                   the
                   fire
                   he
                   stole
                   from
                   heaven
                   ,
                   had
                   brought
                   thence
                   all
                   the
                   great
                   and
                   sublime
                   sorts
                   of
                   knowledge
                   ;
                   and
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   would
                   be
                   glad
                   to
                   oblige
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   in
                   such
                   an
                   occasion
                   to
                   crosse
                   the
                   passion
                   of
                   
                     Jupiter
                     ,
                  
                   who
                   made
                   him
                   endure
                   such
                   cruell
                   
                   torments
                   ;
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   approves
                   of
                   
                     Chirons
                  
                   counsell
                   ,
                   whereupon
                   the
                   Magicians
                   ,
                   as
                   they
                   dance
                   ,
                   use
                   a
                   charm
                   ,
                   carrying
                   him
                   away
                   in
                   a
                   flying
                   chair
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   second
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   Magicians
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Count
                   of
                   
                     Lude
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Marquis
                   of
                   
                     Villequire
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   of
                   
                     Genlis
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Lords
                   
                     Bontemps
                  
                   and
                   
                     Cabou
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Lords
                   
                     Verbec
                     ,
                     Baptista
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   
                     Lambert
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Count
                     of
                     Lude
                     representing
                     a
                     Magician
                     .
                  
                   
                     Let
                     my
                     heart
                     go
                     loose
                     more
                     then
                     to
                     one
                     ,
                  
                   
                     If
                     I
                     do
                     love
                     but
                     three
                     ,
                     I
                     leasure
                     have
                  
                   
                     To
                     sell
                     love
                     by
                     retale
                     ;
                  
                   
                     I
                     cry
                     ;
                     I
                     sigh
                     ,
                     and
                     ready
                     am
                     to
                     hang
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     then
                     I
                     vanish
                     in
                     the
                     height
                     of
                     passion
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Villequier
                     representing
                     a
                     Magician
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     beauty
                     which
                     me
                     charmes
                     is
                     like
                     the
                     spring
                     ,
                     wee
                     ought
                     to
                     love
                     each
                     other
                     ,
                     she
                     is
                     fierce
                     ,
                     and
                     so
                     am
                     I
                     .
                     A
                     young
                     sorceresse
                     may
                     well
                     become
                     a
                     Magician
                     of
                     twenty
                     years
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Genlis
                     representing
                     a
                     Musician
                     .
                  
                   
                     Who
                     can
                     make
                     scruple
                     of
                     my
                     art
                     and
                     skill
                     ,
                  
                   
                     My
                     reasons
                     in
                     due
                     time
                     have
                     Energie
                     enough
                     ;
                  
                   
                     If
                     I
                     look
                     fair
                     in
                     any
                     part
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I'
                     st
                     not
                     a
                     trick
                     of
                     Magique
                     Art
                     ?
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   second
                   Scene
                   ,
                   which
                   opens
                   within
                   a
                   perspective
                   where
                   a
                   Sea
                   is
                   seen
                   .
                
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Neptune
                   ,
                   a
                   Quire
                   of
                   Syrens
                   ▪
                   and
                   Tritons
                   ,
                   a
                   Quire
                   of
                   dumb
                   Fishers
                   for
                   Corrall
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   appears
                   upon
                   a
                   great
                   shell
                   attended
                   by
                   a
                   halfe
                   Demy
                   water
                   God
                   ,
                   being
                   encompassed
                   by
                   a
                   fair
                   troop
                   of
                   Corrall
                   Fishers
                   ;
                   On
                   the
                   other
                   side
                   
                     Neptune
                  
                   appears
                   upon
                   another
                   great
                   shell
                   drawn
                   by
                   four
                   Sea
                   horses
                   ,
                   and
                   begins
                   to
                   vent
                   his
                   passion
                   to
                   
                     Thetis
                     ;
                  
                   but
                   when
                   he
                   perceives
                   that
                   she
                   despiseth
                   him
                   ,
                   he
                   suddenly
                   leaves
                   her
                   ,
                   and
                   retires
                   with
                   all
                   his
                   train
                   in
                   choler
                   ,
                   and
                   striking
                   the
                   Sea
                   with
                   his
                   Trident
                   ,
                   he
                   rais'd
                   such
                   a
                   horrible
                   tempest
                   ,
                   that
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   with
                   all
                   her
                   Corrall
                   Fishers
                   was
                   forced
                   to
                   descend
                   ,
                   who
                   being
                   very
                   joyfull
                   to
                   escape
                   the
                   storm
                   ,
                   make
                   a
                   dance
                   among
                   themselves
                   to
                   cheer
                   and
                   entertain
                   her
                   with
                   delight
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   third
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   half
                   Sea-God
                   leading
                   Thetis
                   attended
                   by
                   twelve
                   Fishers
                   of
                   Corrall
                   .
                
                 
                   Mounsieur
                   the
                   Count
                   of
                   St.
                   
                     Aignan
                  
                   prime
                   Gentleman
                   of
                   the
                   Kings
                   Chamber
                   ,
                   is
                   the
                   half
                   Sea-God
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Fishers
                   of
                   Corrall
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Duke
                   of
                   
                     Anjou
                  
                   the
                   Kings
                   onely
                   brother
                   ,
                   the
                   Duke
                   of
                   
                     York
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Duke
                   
                     Danville
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Count
                   
                     de
                     G'viche
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   little
                   Count
                   of
                   
                     Aignan
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Marquis
                   of
                   
                     Mirepoix
                     ,
                  
                   Mounsieur
                   
                     Saintot
                     ,
                  
                   Mounsieur
                   
                     de
                     la
                     Chesnay
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Lord
                   
                     Bruneau
                     ,
                  
                   S.
                   
                     Fre.
                     
                     L'Anglois
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   
                     Raynal
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Count
                     Saint
                     Aignan
                     representing
                     a
                     demy
                     Sea-God
                     ,
                     beginns
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     have
                     enhanc'd
                     my
                     gallantries
                     so
                     high
                     ,
                  
                   
                     That
                     Neptunes
                     Court
                     is
                     glorified
                     thereby
                     .
                  
                   
                     They
                     equall
                     the
                     exploits
                     of
                     Paladins
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Whose
                     fame
                     the
                     Earth
                     with
                     Ecchos
                     dims
                     ,
                  
                   
                     What
                     a
                     poor
                     thing
                     it
                     is
                     to
                     be
                  
                   
                     A
                     Demy-God
                     by
                     land
                     or
                     Sea
                     ?
                  
                   
                   
                     Yet
                     I
                     am
                     one
                     ,
                     I
                     'de
                     have
                     it
                     known
                     ,
                  
                   
                     It
                     is
                     no
                     stain
                     but
                     a
                     renown
                     ,
                  
                   
                     In
                     the
                     fair
                     field
                     of
                     love
                     for
                     to
                     be
                     so
                  
                   
                     Where
                     joy
                     &
                     sadness
                     ,
                     flowers
                     and
                     weeds
                     do
                     grow
                     :
                  
                   
                     And
                     for
                     the
                     water-Nymphs
                     none
                     can
                     express
                  
                   
                     Better
                     then
                     I
                     whether
                     th'
                     are
                     fish
                     or
                     flesh
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     
                       
                         
                           A
                           Madrigall
                           .
                        
                         
                           
                             With
                             a
                             Nymph
                             both
                             fair
                             and
                             cruell
                             ;
                          
                           
                             The
                             Fates
                             have
                             call'd
                             me
                             to
                             a
                             Duell
                          
                           
                             My
                             torments
                             endlesse
                             are
                             ,
                             my
                             brest
                          
                           
                             with
                             the
                             Sea
                             surges
                             have
                             like
                             rest
                             .
                          
                        
                         
                           
                             The
                             Duke
                             of
                             Anjou
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             .
                          
                           
                             
                               1.
                               
                               In
                               my
                               fine
                               hooks
                               ther
                               's
                               danger
                               ,
                               then
                               beware
                            
                             
                               I
                               am
                               a
                               fairer
                               Fisherman
                               by
                               far
                               ,
                            
                             
                               Then
                               love
                               himself
                               my
                               hook
                               and
                               line
                            
                             
                               Can
                               catch
                               a
                               creature
                               though
                               Divine
                               .
                            
                          
                           
                             
                               2.
                               
                               Husbands
                               their
                               cares
                               do
                               double
                               ,
                               lest
                               one
                               day
                            
                             
                               I
                               fish
                               within
                               their
                               ponds
                               and
                               catch
                               the
                               prey
                               ,
                            
                             
                               So
                               subtill
                               is
                               my
                               wit
                               ,
                               that
                               none
                               can
                               see
                            
                             
                               Where
                               I
                               do
                               fish
                               those
                               things
                               which
                               flow
                               from
                               me
                               .
                            
                          
                           
                             
                               3.
                               
                               I
                               will
                               launce
                               out
                               when
                               Age
                               improves
                               my
                               flanks
                               ,
                            
                             
                               In
                               the
                               mean
                               time
                               I
                               keep
                               upon
                               the
                               banks
                            
                             
                               For
                               corrall
                               on
                               Vermilian
                               lipps
                               I
                               fish
                               ,
                            
                             
                               And
                               who
                               will
                               hinder
                               me
                               to
                               have
                               my
                               wish
                               ?
                            
                          
                        
                         
                           
                             The
                             Duke
                             of
                             Yorke
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             .
                          
                           
                             T'
                             is
                             not
                             for
                             me
                             to
                             fish
                             for
                             Corrall
                             here
                             ,
                          
                           
                             I
                             to
                             another
                             Coast
                             my
                             course
                             must
                             steer
                             ,
                          
                           
                             A
                             fatall
                             ground
                          
                           
                             Which
                             Seas
                             surround
                             .
                          
                           
                             There
                             I
                             must
                             fish
                             upon
                             an
                             angry
                             Main
                             ,
                          
                           
                             More
                             then
                             two
                             Crowns
                             and
                             Scepters
                             to
                             regain
                             .
                          
                        
                         
                         
                           
                             The
                             Duke
                             Damville
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             for
                             Corrall
                             .
                          
                           
                             I
                             have
                             the
                             same
                             bait
                             ,
                             hook
                             and
                             line
                          
                           
                             I
                             had
                             when
                             I
                             could
                             scarce
                             tell
                             nine
                             ,
                          
                           
                             A
                             few
                             there
                             are
                          
                           
                             Though
                             nere
                             so
                             fair
                             ,
                          
                           
                             If
                             I
                             am
                             set
                          
                           
                             Can
                             '
                             scape
                             my
                             flaxen
                             net
                             .
                          
                        
                         
                           
                             The
                             Count
                             of
                             Guiche
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             .
                          
                           
                             Upon
                             the
                             side
                             of
                             a
                             still
                             peacefull
                             pond
                          
                           
                             I
                             use
                             to
                             fish
                             ,
                             and
                             dare
                             not
                             go
                             beyond
                             ;
                          
                           
                             The
                             time
                             will
                             come
                             that
                             I
                             may
                             also
                             seek
                          
                           
                             The
                             Rivers
                             Banks
                             ,
                             and
                             happly
                             a
                             Sea-creek
                             .
                          
                        
                         
                           
                             The
                             little
                             Count
                             of
                             Aignon
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             .
                          
                           
                             As
                             streight
                             and
                             slender
                             as
                             a
                             rush
                          
                           
                             I
                             use
                             to
                             cast
                             my
                             line
                             ,
                             and
                             push
                          
                           
                             It
                             on
                             ,
                             but
                             I
                             do
                             onely
                             catch
                          
                           
                             Small
                             things
                             ,
                             I
                             cannot
                             yet
                             attach
                          
                           
                             Great
                             wel-grown
                             fishes
                             ,
                             one
                             might
                             make
                          
                           
                             Good
                             cheer
                             with
                             those
                             I
                             cannot
                             take
                             .
                          
                        
                         
                           
                             The
                             Maaquis
                             of
                             Mirepoix
                             representing
                             a
                             Fisherman
                             .
                          
                           
                             Of
                             this
                             sweet
                             Trade
                             of
                             Fishing
                             I
                             intend
                          
                           
                             To
                             be
                             one
                             day
                             a
                             Master
                             ,
                             and
                             so
                             mend
                          
                           
                             My
                             fortunes
                             ,
                             now
                             ,
                             the
                             greatest
                             skill
                          
                           
                             Of
                             a
                             true
                             Fisherman
                             is
                             to
                             be
                             still
                             ,
                          
                           
                             And
                             patient
                             for
                             a
                             while
                             ,
                             to
                             make
                             no
                             hast
                          
                           
                             So
                             he
                             may
                             compasse
                             well
                             his
                             ends
                             at
                             last
                             .
                          
                        
                      
                    
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   third
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                     Jupiter
                     ,
                     Juno
                     ,
                     a
                     dumb
                     Quire
                     of
                     the
                     Furies
                     of
                     jealousie
                     ▪
                     Jupiter
                  
                   being
                   encompassed
                   with
                   pomp
                   and
                   Majesty
                   ,
                   descends
                   
                   from
                   the
                   Air
                   in
                   midst
                   of
                   a
                   great
                   cloud
                   ,
                   and
                   propounds
                   to
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   all
                   the
                   tender
                   &
                   passionate
                   things
                   which
                   might
                   oblige
                   her
                   to
                   be
                   his
                   spouse
                   ;
                   but
                   shee
                   refuseth
                   this
                   honor
                   out
                   of
                   high
                   respects
                   she
                   ow'd
                   to
                   
                     Juno
                     ,
                  
                   who
                   had
                   been
                   so
                   carefull
                   of
                   her
                   Education
                   ;
                   whereupon
                   
                     Jupiter
                  
                   was
                   upon
                   point
                   of
                   carrying
                   her
                   away
                   ;
                   but
                   as
                   he
                   was
                   wrapping
                   her
                   within
                   the
                   cloud
                   wherein
                   he
                   descended
                   ,
                   
                     Iuno
                  
                   comes
                   in
                   a
                   whirlwind
                   not
                   so
                   violent
                   as
                   her
                   rage
                   ;
                   And
                   after
                   a
                   loud
                   fit
                   of
                   scolding
                   ,
                   having
                   brought
                   the
                   furies
                   along
                   with
                   her
                   ,
                   the
                   earth
                   open'd
                   and
                   disgorgeth
                   a
                   huge
                   horrid
                   Monster
                   ;
                   At
                   sight
                   hereof
                   
                     Iupiter
                  
                   letting
                   go
                   his
                   prey
                   ,
                   and
                   putting
                   off
                   his
                   design
                   till
                   a
                   more
                   convenient
                   time
                   ,
                   returnes
                   to
                   Heaven
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   mean
                   time
                   the
                   Furies
                   extreamly
                   well
                   pleased
                   to
                   have
                   so
                   opportunely
                   done
                   such
                   a
                   piece
                   of
                   service
                   to
                   
                     Iuno
                     ,
                  
                   dance
                   all
                   before
                   her
                   ,
                   whereupon
                   the
                   goddesse
                   
                     Iuno
                  
                   having
                   thanked
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   for
                   her
                   vertuous
                   resistance
                   ,
                   takes
                   the
                   furies
                   up
                   with
                   her
                   in
                   the
                   same
                   whirlwind
                   which
                   brought
                   her
                   down
                   to
                   persecute
                   
                     Iupiter
                  
                   in
                   his
                   repose
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   his
                   glory
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   fourth
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     King
                     ,
                     the
                     Duke
                     of
                  
                   Ioyeuse
                   ,
                   
                     the
                     Marquis
                     of
                  
                   Genlis
                   ,
                   
                     Mounsieur
                  
                   Bontemps
                   ,
                   
                     the
                     Lords
                  
                   de
                   Lorge
                   ,
                   Verpre
                   ,
                   Beauchamp
                   ,
                   Mollier
                   ,
                   le
                   Vacher
                   ,
                   Desairs
                   ,
                   Dolnist
                   ,
                   Baptiste
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     King
                     representing
                     a
                     fury
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       
                         Spain
                         ,
                      
                       fly
                       from
                       this
                       yong
                       fury
                       ,
                       fly
                       away
                       ,
                    
                     
                       She
                       comes
                       to
                       daunt
                       thee
                       ,
                       and
                       with
                       torch
                       in
                       hand
                    
                     
                       Through
                       every
                       corner
                       she
                       doth
                       force
                       her
                       way
                       ,
                    
                     
                       To
                       find
                       thee
                       out
                       ,
                       'gainst
                       her
                       thou
                       canst
                       not
                       stand
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       She
                       persecutes
                       the
                       bad
                       ,
                       and
                       makes
                       them
                       read
                    
                     
                       Their
                       guilt
                       within
                       their
                       looks
                       ,
                       nay
                       ,
                       the
                       same
                       time
                    
                     
                       They
                       mischief
                       work
                       ,
                       and
                       do
                       commit
                       the
                       crime
                       ,
                    
                     
                       She
                       glides
                       into
                       the
                       Conscience
                       fear
                       and
                       dread
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     of
                     Joyeuse
                     representing
                     a
                     Fury
                     .
                  
                   
                     Believe
                     me
                     not
                     ,
                     to
                     trust
                     in
                     me
                     forbear
                     ,
                  
                   
                     A
                     fained
                     sweetnesse
                     on
                     my
                     front
                     I
                     wear
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Of
                     me
                     there
                     may
                     be
                     some
                     mistakes
                     ,
                  
                   
                     for
                     I
                     do
                     hide
                     my
                     claws
                     and
                     snakes
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Genlis
                     representing
                     another
                     Fury
                     .
                  
                   
                     My
                     face
                     is
                     lovely
                     ,
                     sweet
                     and
                     debonnair
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Such
                     as
                     an
                     honest
                     Fury
                     ought
                     to
                     bear
                     .
                  
                   
                     My
                     heart
                     some
                     poyson
                     may
                     contain
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     serpents
                     lodge
                     not
                     in
                     my
                     brain
                     .
                  
                
              
            
             
               
                 THE
                 SECOND
                 ACT
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   first
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   represents
                   the
                   top
                   of
                   Caucasus
                   .
                
                 
                   Prometheus
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   a
                   Quire
                   of
                   dumb
                   men
                   ,
                   and
                   savage
                   wmen
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     PEleus
                  
                   being
                   conducted
                   by
                   savage
                   men
                   and
                   women
                   ,
                   meets
                   with
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   upon
                   a
                   Rock
                   with
                   his
                   Eagle
                   which
                   gnawes
                   upon
                   his
                   heart
                   ,
                   and
                   having
                   made
                   a
                   light
                   comparison
                   of
                   their
                   torments
                   ,
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   assures
                   him
                   that
                   the
                   Oracle
                   of
                   
                     Delphos
                  
                   had
                   foretold
                   that
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   should
                   bear
                   a
                   son
                   greater
                   then
                   his
                   Father
                   ;
                   and
                   that
                   
                     Iupiter
                  
                   also
                   without
                   doubt
                   should
                   be
                   constrained
                   to
                   renounce
                   his
                   pretention
                   ,
                   and
                   that
                   
                     Mercury
                  
                   having
                   been
                   sent
                   in
                   his
                   behalf
                   to
                   
                     Iupiter
                     ,
                  
                   to
                   acquaint
                   him
                   with
                   the
                   saying
                   of
                   the
                   Oracle
                   ,
                   the
                   businesse
                   should
                   end
                   to
                   his
                   contentment
                   :
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   hereupon
                   returnes
                   to
                   
                     Thessaly
                  
                   extreamly
                   comforted
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   savages
                   upon
                   hopes
                   that
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   should
                   be
                   freed
                   from
                   his
                   torment
                   ,
                   
                   and
                   that
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   should
                   obtain
                   his
                   hearts
                   desire
                   ,
                   could
                   not
                   more
                   lively
                   expresse
                   their
                   joy
                   then
                   by
                   a
                   dance
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   fifth
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Lords
                   of
                   Chesnay
                   ,
                   and
                   Joyeux
                   ,
                   the
                   Lords
                   la
                   Marre
                   ,
                   Monglas
                   ,
                   Laleu
                   ,
                   Raynall
                   ,
                   Roddier
                   ,
                   all
                   Savages
                   .
                
                 
                   Wee
                   value
                   beautious
                   cheeks
                   ,
                   and
                   how
                
                 
                   They
                   must
                   be
                   used
                   we
                   also
                   know
                   ,
                
                 
                   Nor
                   such
                   rude
                   savages
                   are
                   we
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   civiliz'd
                   we
                   soon
                   may
                   be
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   second
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   discovers
                   a
                   place
                   of
                   Gold
                   and
                   stones
                   .
                
                 
                   Jupiter
                   ,
                   Mercury
                   ,
                   
                     a
                     dumb
                     Quire
                     of
                     Wood-Nymphs
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Jupiter
                  
                   meets
                   with
                   
                     Mercury
                  
                   in
                   this
                   fair
                   Palace
                   which
                   he
                   had
                   caus'd
                   to
                   be
                   prepar'd
                   in
                   the
                   secret
                   place
                   about
                   
                     Caucasus
                     ,
                  
                   to
                   celebrate
                   his
                   Nuptialls
                   there
                   without
                   the
                   knowledge
                   of
                   
                     Iuno
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   devising
                   the
                   means
                   how
                   to
                   conduct
                   thither
                   the
                   new
                   spouse
                   ;
                   
                     Mercury
                  
                   gave
                   him
                   notice
                   what
                   the
                   Oracle
                   had
                   said
                   ;
                   
                     Iupiter
                  
                   being
                   therewith
                   surpriz'd
                   ,
                   and
                   fearing
                   that
                   the
                   same
                   distaster
                   might
                   befall
                   him
                   there
                   ,
                   which
                   had
                   happen'd
                   'twixt
                   him
                   and
                   
                     Saturn
                     ,
                  
                   makes
                   love
                   to
                   yield
                   to
                   ambition
                   ,
                   and
                   retires
                   to
                   Heaven
                   after
                   he
                   had
                   commanded
                   
                     Mercury
                  
                   to
                   make
                   it
                   known
                   that
                   he
                   would
                   think
                   on
                   't
                   no
                   more
                   ,
                   nor
                   do
                   an
                   act
                   so
                   injurious
                   to
                   his
                   Authority
                   ;
                   the
                   
                     Dryades
                  
                   being
                   Land-Nymphs
                   ,
                   fell
                   to
                   be
                   jealous
                   of
                   the
                   good
                   fortune
                   of
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   a
                   Sea-goddesse
                   ,
                   being
                   there
                   as
                   spies
                   to
                   give
                   account
                   to
                   
                     Juno
                  
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   purposes
                   of
                   
                     Jupiter
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   they
                   expresse
                   by
                   a
                   dance
                   the
                   joy
                   they
                   conceived
                   that
                   
                     Jupiter
                  
                   had
                   altered
                   his
                   resolutions
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   The
                   sixth
                   entry
                   .
                
                 
                   Dryades
                   or
                   wood-Nymphs
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   King
                   ,
                   the
                   Dukes
                   of
                   
                     Joyeuse
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   of
                   
                     Roquelaure
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Marquis
                   of
                   
                     Genlis
                     ,
                  
                   Mounsier
                   
                     Bontemps
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Lords
                   of
                   
                     Lorges
                     ,
                     Desairs
                     ,
                     le
                     Vaiser
                     ,
                     Verpre
                     ,
                     Beauchamp
                     ,
                     Molier
                     ,
                     D'Olivet
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     King
                     representing
                     a
                     Dryade
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       1.
                       
                    
                     
                       A
                       Nymph
                       as
                       great
                       as
                       generous
                       ,
                    
                     
                       In
                       Oaks
                       as
                       green
                       as
                       pretious
                    
                     
                       I
                       lead
                       a
                       happy
                       traine
                       :
                    
                     
                       My
                       youthfull
                       branches
                       taper
                       so
                       ,
                    
                     
                       As
                       if
                       to
                       heaven
                       they
                       would
                       grow
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       starres
                       salute
                       would
                       fain
                       :
                    
                     
                       They
                       spread
                       and
                       shoot
                       so
                       bravely
                       out
                       ,
                       that
                       they
                    
                     
                       The
                       glory
                       of
                       their
                       root
                       will
                       not
                       betray
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       2.
                       
                    
                     
                       By
                       their
                       rind
                       you
                       well
                       may
                       know
                    
                     
                       With
                       what
                       strength
                       and
                       
                         Sap
                      
                       these
                       grow
                       ,
                    
                     
                       and
                       whence
                       it
                       springs
                       .
                    
                     
                       They
                       may
                       be
                       fit
                       
                         Caesars
                      
                       to
                       make
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Or
                       
                         Alexanders
                      
                       for
                       to
                       shake
                       ,
                    
                     
                       with
                       thousand
                       earthly
                       Kings
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       3.
                       
                    
                     
                       About
                       this
                       proud
                       and
                       Royall
                       Tree
                    
                     
                       Others
                       do
                       grow
                       ,
                       but
                       modestly
                    
                     
                       They
                       creepe
                       more
                       humble
                       then
                       the
                       grasse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       So
                       that
                       one
                       day
                       't
                       wil
                       come
                       to
                       passe
                       ,
                    
                     
                       This
                       Tree
                       of
                       Heaven
                       may
                       be
                       made
                    
                     
                       Unto
                       the
                       
                         Europian
                      
                       world
                       a
                       shade
                       .
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     of
                     Ioyeuse
                     representing
                     another
                     Wood-Nymph
                     .
                  
                   
                     While
                     the
                     seasons
                     ,
                     rude
                     and
                     cold
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     wonder
                     none
                     with
                     me
                     makes
                     bold
                  
                   
                   
                     My
                     wood
                     hath
                     this
                     rare
                     quality
                     ,
                     it
                     shall
                  
                   
                     Burn
                     ,
                     warme
                     ,
                     and
                     make
                     no
                     noyse
                     at
                     all
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     of
                     Roquelaure
                     representing
                     also
                     a
                     Dryade
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       1.
                       
                    
                     
                       Some
                       hold
                       me
                       for
                       a
                       merry
                       wench
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       that
                       I
                       care
                       not
                       much
                       for
                       Continence
                       ,
                    
                     
                       I
                       am
                       the
                       greatest
                       babler
                       I
                       confesse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       imitate
                       
                         Vergonda
                      
                       by
                       my
                       tresse
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       2.
                       
                    
                     
                       There
                       is
                       no
                       Forrest
                       but
                       doth
                       feel
                    
                     
                       The
                       strokes
                       of
                       my
                       victorious
                       steel
                       ,
                    
                     
                       As
                       soone
                       as
                       I
                       doe
                       haunt
                       a
                       cops
                       of
                       wood
                       ,
                    
                     
                       To
                       bring
                       the
                       Axe
                       among
                       them
                       were
                       as
                       good
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       3.
                       
                    
                     
                       I
                       have
                       my
                       vanities
                       ,
                       besides
                       my
                       Age
                    
                     
                       By
                       right
                       of
                       Impudence
                       sometimes
                       doth
                       rage
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       if
                       a
                       Tree
                       cleffed
                       may
                       chance
                       ,
                    
                     
                       They
                       presently
                       impute
                       the
                       cause
                       to
                       me
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       4.
                       
                    
                     
                       But
                       to
                       conclude
                       ,
                       sweet
                       Nymphs
                       ,
                       my
                       pleasures
                       shall
                    
                     
                       Never
                       hurt
                       yours
                       ,
                       therefore
                       doubt
                       not
                       at
                       all
                       ;
                    
                     
                       To
                       my
                       beloved
                       trunk
                       I
                       le
                       so
                       adhere
                       ,
                    
                     
                       That
                       for
                       to
                       injure
                       others
                       none
                       shall
                       feare
                       .
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marriage
                     of
                     Genlis
                     representing
                     the
                     last
                     Dryade
                     .
                  
                   
                     Within
                     the
                     bottom
                     of
                     a
                     Grove
                  
                   
                     A
                     Satyre
                     thereabouts
                     did
                     rove
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Who
                     held
                     my
                     honor
                     at
                     a
                     bay
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     hard
                     it
                     was
                     for
                     to
                     display
                  
                   
                     Whether
                     a
                     reall
                     
                       Satyre
                       ,
                    
                     or
                     one
                     clad
                  
                   
                     Like
                     Satyres
                     ,
                     or
                     indeed
                     a
                     true
                     
                       Dryad
                       .
                    
                  
                
              
               
               
                 
                   The
                   Third
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   represents
                   a
                   Theater
                   ,
                   and
                   at
                   the
                   end
                   of
                   a
                   prospective
                   ,
                   a
                   Statue
                   of
                   God
                   Mars
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Quire
                   of
                   Mars
                   his
                   Priests
                   ,
                   with
                   another
                   dumb
                   Quire
                   of
                   Thessalian
                   Knights
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Cavaliers
                   of
                   the
                   Principall
                   City
                   of
                   
                     Thessalia
                  
                   being
                   afflicted
                   for
                   the
                   cruelty
                   of
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   against
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   their
                   Monarch
                   ,
                   do
                   bring
                   in
                   a
                   combat
                   at
                   Barriers
                   to
                   the
                   honor
                   of
                   
                     Mars
                     :
                  
                   in
                   the
                   mean
                   time
                   they
                   offered
                   sacrifices
                   on
                   the
                   other
                   side
                   to
                   the
                   same
                   God
                   ,
                   with
                   supplications
                   ,
                   that
                   he
                   would
                   imploy
                   his
                   credit
                   with
                   
                     Venus
                  
                   for
                   the
                   returne
                   of
                   
                     Peleus
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   for
                   mollifying
                   the
                   heart
                   of
                   
                     Thetis
                     ;
                  
                   At
                   this
                   same
                   time
                   the
                   Statue
                   of
                   
                     Mars
                  
                   having
                   spoken
                   and
                   foretold
                   all
                   good
                   auguries
                   ,
                   the
                   Knights
                   quit
                   their
                   armes
                   and
                   dance
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   seventh
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   combat
                   at
                   Barriers
                   by
                   the
                   Knights
                   of
                   Thessaly
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Count
                   of
                   Saint
                   
                     Aignan
                  
                   chiefe
                   of
                   the
                   Defendants
                   .
                
                 
                   Defendants
                   
                     
                       Young
                       
                         Beaufort
                         ,
                      
                    
                     
                       San
                       Maury
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Desens
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Derville
                       .
                    
                  
                
                 
                   M.
                   
                     Beaufort
                  
                   chiefe
                   of
                   the
                   Appellants
                   .
                
                 
                   Appellants
                   
                     
                       Gamard
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Clinchant
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Ourdanlt
                       ,
                    
                     
                       De
                       Hallus
                       .
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     Count
                     Sant
                     Aignan
                     representing
                     a
                     Thessalian
                     Knight
                     .
                  
                   
                     Attend
                     me
                     Lawrells
                     ,
                     this
                     combat
                     's
                     made
                  
                   
                     To
                     gain
                     the
                     glory
                     of
                     those
                     irons
                     which
                     hold
                  
                   
                     Me
                     captive
                     ,
                     therefore
                     I
                     must
                     be
                     more
                     bold
                  
                   
                     Then
                     any
                     ,
                     and
                     employ
                     my
                     trusty
                     blade
                     .
                  
                   
                   
                     What
                     force
                     can
                     lance
                     or
                     sword
                  
                   
                     Against
                     me
                     then
                     afford
                     ?
                  
                
              
            
             
               
                 THE
                 THIRD
                 ACT
                 .
              
               
                 
                   First
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   Which
                   represents
                   the
                   portall
                   of
                   Thetis
                   Palace
                   .
                
                 
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   Chiron
                   ,
                   a
                   Quire
                   of
                   Chiron's
                   Academists
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     PEleus
                  
                   being
                   returned
                   from
                   
                     Caucasus
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   living
                   with
                   
                     Chiron
                     ,
                  
                   doth
                   resolve
                   by
                   his
                   advises
                   to
                   present
                   himselfe
                   to
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   to
                   make
                   his
                   addresse
                   to
                   her
                   with
                   amorous
                   patheticall
                   prayers
                   ,
                   which
                   he
                   might
                   do
                   the
                   more
                   confidently
                   by
                   reason
                   of
                   
                     Jupiter's
                  
                   declaration
                   ,
                   wherein
                   hee
                   resolved
                   not
                   to
                   think
                   any
                   more
                   on
                   her
                   ;
                   The
                   Disciples
                   of
                   the
                   said
                   
                     Chiron
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   inventor
                   and
                   Master
                   of
                   many
                   differing
                   professions
                   frame
                   a
                   dance
                   to
                   expresse
                   the
                   joy
                   they
                   conceived
                   for
                   the
                   return
                   of
                   
                     Peleus
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   The
                   eight
                   Entry
                   .
                
                 
                   Chiron
                   making
                   his
                   Academy
                   to
                   dance
                   for
                   the
                   entertainment
                   of
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Mounsieur
                   
                     Hesselin
                  
                   Master
                   of
                   
                     Chirons
                  
                   Academists
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Academists
                   habited
                   like
                   Indians
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Lords
                  
                   Saintot
                   ,
                   Bon●
                   emps
                   ,
                   
                     and
                  
                   Cabou
                   ,
                   
                     the
                     Lords
                  
                   Mollier
                   ,
                   Bruneau
                   ,
                   Langlois
                   ,
                   Beaucham
                   ,
                   le
                   Vacher
                   ,
                   Baptiste
                   ,
                   D'Olvet
                   ,
                   
                     and
                  
                   de
                   Lorges
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Chiron
                     the
                     Centaure
                     who
                     was
                     to
                     be
                     represented
                     by
                     Mounsieur
                     Hesselin
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       Be
                       not
                       my
                       friends
                       at
                       all
                       astonished
                    
                     
                       To
                       see
                       a
                       man
                       onely
                       for
                       back
                       and
                       head
                       ,
                    
                     
                     
                       He
                       happy
                       is
                       who
                       is
                       a
                       beast
                    
                     
                       Backward
                       ,
                       and
                       not
                       above
                       the
                       brest
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       I
                       find
                       no
                       incommodity
                    
                     
                       That
                       I
                       am
                       such
                       a
                       prodigy
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Half
                       a
                       man
                       somtimes
                       may
                       need
                    
                     
                       Half
                       a
                       horse
                       for
                       better
                       speed
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       When
                       I
                       have
                       moraliz'd
                       by
                       sense
                       ,
                    
                     
                       (
                       Within
                       my
                       cell
                       )
                       neat
                       and
                       distinct
                    
                     
                       Unto
                       the
                       stable
                       ,
                       I
                       withdraw
                       me
                       thence
                       ,
                    
                     
                       From
                       
                         Reason
                      
                       taking
                       pleasure
                       in
                       
                         instinct
                         .
                      
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Master
                     of
                     the
                     Academy
                     represented
                     by
                     Master
                     Hesselin
                     .
                  
                   
                     If
                     that
                     my
                     pride
                     appear
                     ,
                     I
                     reason
                     have
                     ,
                  
                   
                     For
                     I
                     instruct
                     all
                     gallant
                     men
                     and
                     brave
                     ,
                  
                   
                     
                       Lucre
                    
                     makes
                     me
                     not
                     mercenary
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     I
                     do
                     teach
                     all
                     frank
                     and
                     free
                     ,
                  
                   
                     If
                     'mong
                     my
                     schollers
                     
                       *
                    
                     one
                     be
                     pleas'd
                     to
                     pay
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     can
                     afford
                     the
                     rest
                     a
                     good
                     long
                     day
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     King
                     representing
                     an
                     Academist
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       This
                       young
                       Academist
                       doth
                       learn
                       so
                       well
                    
                     
                       His
                       part
                       ,
                       that
                       all
                       the
                       rest
                       he
                       doth
                       excel
                       ;
                    
                     
                       His
                       present
                       (
                       and
                       his
                       future
                       )
                       Grandeur
                       show
                    
                     
                       All
                       mortall
                       his
                       high
                       vertues
                       are
                       below
                       .
                    
                     
                       This
                       Master
                       piece
                       to
                       perfect
                       ,
                       it
                       seems
                       that
                    
                     
                       Fortune
                       with
                       Nature
                       did
                       cooperate
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       The
                       Bodies
                       exercise
                       is
                       his
                       delight
                    
                     
                       Against
                       his
                       own
                       in
                       many
                       an
                       eager
                       fight
                       ;
                    
                     
                       He
                       beaten
                       hath
                       the
                       iron
                       ,
                       and
                       made
                       them
                       fly
                    
                     
                       A
                       fair
                       presage
                       of
                       future
                       victory
                    
                     
                       He
                       greater
                       things
                       prepares
                       ;
                       And
                       
                         Spain
                      
                       shall
                       find
                    
                     
                       How
                       dextrous
                       he
                       will
                       prove
                       in
                       every
                       kind
                       .
                    
                     
                     
                       He
                       cannot
                       broke
                       any
                       should
                       him
                       exceed
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Whether
                       he
                       runnes
                       ,
                       or
                       leaps
                       ,
                       or
                       mounts
                       the
                       Steed
                       ,
                    
                     
                       In
                       dancing
                       neatly
                       none
                       surpasse
                       him
                       shall
                       ,
                    
                     
                       The
                       world
                       admires
                       him
                       ,
                       only
                       the
                       Ladies
                       are
                    
                     
                       Wary
                       ,
                       nor
                       dare
                       they
                       what
                       they
                       thinke
                       declare
                       .
                    
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   second
                   Scene
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                     Peleus
                     ,
                     a
                     dumb
                     quire
                     of
                     Peleus
                     Courtiers
                     ,
                     and
                     the
                     little
                     Maids
                     of
                     honor
                     of
                     Thetis
                     Court
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       Peleus
                    
                     doth
                     all
                     he
                     can
                     to
                     gain
                     the
                     good
                     grace
                     of
                     
                       Thetis
                       ,
                    
                     but
                     she
                     continues
                     still
                     in
                     the
                     same
                     rigor
                     ,
                     and
                     as
                     
                       Proteus
                    
                     daughter
                     ,
                     takes
                     advantage
                     of
                     the
                     priviledge
                     of
                     her
                     birth
                     to
                     deceive
                     
                       Peleus
                    
                     by
                     various
                     shapes
                     ,
                     yet
                     he
                     faints
                     not
                     in
                     the
                     pursuit
                     ,
                     but
                     begins
                     to
                     adde
                     boldnesse
                     to
                     affection
                     :
                     at
                     last
                     
                       Thetis
                    
                     transformes
                     her selfe
                     to
                     a
                     Rock
                     ,
                     which
                     
                       Peleus
                    
                     embraceth
                     ,
                     and
                     protesteth
                     to
                     perish
                     rather
                     then
                     forsake
                     her
                     ;
                     at
                     this
                     last
                     proof
                     of
                     Constancy
                     and
                     love
                     ,
                     
                       Thetis
                    
                     yeelds
                     ,
                     and
                     accepts
                     him
                     for
                     her
                     husband
                     ;
                     hereupon
                     all
                     
                       Peleus
                    
                     Court
                     falls
                     into
                     an
                     excesss
                     of
                     gladnesse
                     ,
                     which
                     makes
                     the
                     Courtiers
                     to
                     fall
                     a
                     dancing
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     ninth
                     entry
                     .
                  
                   
                     Courtiers
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     of
                     
                       Candale
                       ,
                    
                     the
                     Marquis
                     of
                     
                       Villequier
                       ,
                    
                     and
                     of
                     
                       Genlis
                    
                     the
                     Count
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     King
                     who
                     should
                     have
                     represented
                     a
                     Courtier
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       This
                       youthfull
                       Courtier
                       hath
                       so
                       high
                       a
                       look
                       ,
                    
                     
                       As
                       if
                       for
                       some
                       great
                       King
                       himselfe
                       he
                       took
                       ,
                    
                     
                       He
                       's
                       forward
                       ,
                       bold
                       ,
                       and
                       cannot
                       be
                       alone
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Nothing
                       doth
                       please
                       him
                       more
                       then
                       to
                       come
                       on
                       :
                    
                     
                       He
                       sure
                       will
                       something
                       do
                       :
                    
                  
                   
                   
                     
                       The
                       charge
                       we
                       see
                       he
                       hath
                       is
                       honourable
                       ,
                    
                     
                       And
                       for
                       his
                       age
                       very
                       considerable
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Some
                       lofty
                       spirits
                       would
                       be
                       glad
                       with
                       lesse
                       ,
                    
                     
                       But
                       he
                       doth
                       farre
                       more
                       glorious
                       things
                       professe
                       ,
                    
                     
                       sure
                       he
                       will
                       something
                       do
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       He
                       ordinary
                       titles
                       doth
                       excell
                       ,
                    
                     
                       He
                       would
                       do
                       better
                       ,
                       though
                       he
                       now
                       doth
                       well
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Had
                       he
                       no
                       processe
                       with
                       a
                       neerally
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Which
                       yet
                       doth
                       set
                       an
                       edge
                       on
                       Majesty
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Sure
                       he
                       will
                       something
                       do
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     of
                     Candale
                     ,
                     representing
                     a
                     Courtier
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     Court
                     would
                     not
                     so
                     splendid
                     be
                     and
                     brave
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Were
                     I
                     not
                     there
                     ,
                     nor
                     halfe
                     that
                     lustre
                     have
                     :
                  
                   
                     We
                     are
                     the
                     '
                     ffects
                     of
                     one
                     another
                     ,
                  
                   
                     We
                     laugh
                     ,
                     and
                     play
                     and
                     sport
                     together
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     
                       Courtier
                    
                     may
                     do
                     
                       Fortune
                    
                     a
                     good
                     turne
                  
                   
                     As
                     well
                     as
                     she
                     to
                     him
                     —
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Villequier
                     ,
                     representing
                     another
                     Courtier
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       Fortune
                    
                     and
                     
                       Love
                    
                     are
                     two
                     odd
                     things
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     one
                     is
                     blinde
                     ,
                     to'ther
                     hath
                     Wings
                     ,
                  
                   
                     It
                     is
                     a
                     tedious
                     task
                     and
                     doubtfull
                     gain
                  
                   
                     The
                     true
                     good-will
                     of
                     either
                     to
                     obtain
                     ;
                  
                   
                     For
                     me
                     ,
                     I
                     like
                     the
                     lover
                     ,
                     who
                     doth
                     go
                  
                   
                     By
                     way
                     of
                     storming
                     ,
                     and
                     ends
                     quickly
                     so
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     will
                     not
                     knock
                     too
                     long
                     at
                     one
                     hearts
                     dore
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Lest
                     in
                     the
                     mean
                     time
                     I
                     lose
                     hundreds
                     more
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Genlis
                     representing
                     a
                     Courtier
                     also
                     .
                  
                   
                     In
                     the
                     Court
                     a
                     number
                     te●ds
                  
                   
                     To
                     divers
                     projects
                     ,
                     divers
                     ends
                     ,
                  
                   
                   
                     All
                     opposed
                     to
                     one
                     another
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     sisters
                     oft
                     do
                     cross
                     the
                     brother
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Touching
                     my selfe
                     ,
                     I
                     hope
                     to
                     expedit
                  
                   
                     My
                     businesse
                     by
                     my
                     charming
                     face
                     and
                     witt
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   last
                   Scene
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                     Peleus
                     ,
                  
                   a
                   quier
                   of
                   all
                   the
                   Deities
                   ,
                   
                     Prometheus
                     ,
                  
                   a
                   dumb
                   quier
                   of
                   loves
                   ,
                   
                     Hercules
                     ,
                     Hymen
                     ,
                     Juno
                     ,
                  
                   dumb
                   personag●s
                   ,
                   a
                   so
                   a
                   dumb
                   quier
                   of
                   the
                   Liberall
                   and
                   Mechanick
                   Arts
                   ,
                   a
                   Celestiall
                   Harmony
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   and
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   appear
                   ,
                   being
                   seated
                   upon
                   a
                   high
                   Throne
                   ,
                   whereof
                   the
                   upper
                   part
                   changeth
                   to
                   a
                   prospective
                   of
                   the
                   Firmament
                   where
                   the
                   loves
                   are
                   seated
                   ;
                   and
                   the
                   other
                   part
                   of
                   the
                   Scene
                   formeth
                   it selfe
                   into
                   a
                   Cloud
                   ,
                   athwart
                   whereof
                   all
                   the
                   Dieties
                   do
                   glitter
                   ,
                   being
                   invited
                   to
                   the
                   Marriage
                   :
                   
                     Hercules
                  
                   brings
                   with
                   him
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   freed
                   by
                   
                     Jupiters
                  
                   order
                   ;
                   in
                   the
                   mean
                   time
                   ,
                   
                     Juno
                  
                   and
                   
                     Hymen
                  
                   accompanyed
                   by
                   the
                   intelligences
                   that
                   compose
                   the
                   Celestiall
                   Harmony
                   ,
                   descending
                   in
                   a
                   great
                   engine
                   ,
                   all
                   which
                   being
                   joyned
                   to
                   the
                   Liberall
                   and
                   Mechanick
                   Arts
                   ,
                   which
                   were
                   the
                   invention
                   of
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   who
                   conducted
                   them
                   thither
                   ,
                   a
                   great
                   dance
                   is
                   formed
                   on
                   earth
                   below
                   ,
                   while
                   the
                   little
                   loves
                   make
                   another
                   in
                   the
                   heavens
                   above
                   at
                   the
                   same
                   time
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   last
                   entry
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   liberall
                   Arts
                   .
                
                 
                   Madam
                   de
                   Brancas
                   ,
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   Mancini
                   ,
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   Mortsmart
                   ,
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   la
                   Riviere
                   Bonnevill
                   ,
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   Fovilloux
                   ,
                   Madomoiselle
                   Destree
                   ,
                   Madamoiselle
                   de
                   la
                   loupe
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Madam
                     Brancas
                     represents
                     Geometry
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     trace
                     the
                     earth
                     all
                     over
                     by
                     account
                     ,
                  
                   
                     As
                     farre
                     as
                     
                       Pindus
                    
                     or
                     
                       Parnassus
                    
                     Mount
                     ;
                  
                   
                   
                     I
                     
                       Corinth
                    
                     view
                     ,
                     where
                     every
                     one
                  
                   
                     Cannot
                     arrive
                     ,
                     't
                     is
                     I
                     alone
                  
                   
                     Who
                     can
                     by
                     Land-skips
                     ,
                     Mapps
                     ,
                     and
                     Instruments
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Measure
                     all
                     Regions
                     ,
                     and
                     their
                     vast
                     extents
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madamoiselle
                     Mancini
                     ,
                     representing
                     Musique
                     .
                  
                   
                     In
                     me
                     a
                     comely
                     spritfull
                     grace
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Makes
                     
                       Vnisons
                    
                     throughout
                     my
                     face
                     :
                  
                   
                     A
                     charming
                     harmony
                  
                   
                     Moves
                     betwixt
                     lips
                     and
                     eye
                     :
                  
                   
                     Sometimes
                     I
                     melt
                     ,
                     bring
                     sadnesses
                     and
                     smarts
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Which
                     shews
                     I
                     am
                     not
                     welcome
                     to
                     all
                     hearts
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madamoiselle
                     de
                     mortmart
                     ,
                     representing
                     Logique
                     .
                  
                   
                     My
                     youth
                     ,
                     my
                     hue
                     ,
                     my
                     eyes
                     do
                     prove
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     strongest
                     
                       Reason
                    
                     in
                     the
                     School
                     of
                     
                       Love
                    
                  
                   
                     Is
                     
                       Beauty
                       ,
                    
                     't
                     will
                     convince
                     the
                     most
                     austere
                     ,
                  
                   
                     And
                     make
                     a
                     
                       Fool
                    
                     of
                     a
                     
                       Philosopher
                       :
                    
                  
                   
                     I
                     pray
                     let
                     this
                     serve
                     for
                     an
                     argument
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     merit
                     on
                     Parnassus
                     Hill
                     a
                     Tent
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madamoiselle
                     d'
                     Estre
                     ,
                     representing
                     Astronomy
                     .
                  
                   
                     My
                     mind
                     is
                     not
                     so
                     mussled
                     'mong
                     the
                     clouds
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     I
                     can
                     know
                     the
                     causes
                     which
                     by
                     crouds
                  
                   
                     Puzzle
                     us
                     here
                     below
                     ;
                     the
                     starres
                     when
                     I
                  
                   
                     Was
                     born
                     ,
                     did
                     smile
                     at
                     my
                     Nativity
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     Heavens
                     did
                     powre
                     their
                     graces
                     in
                     such
                     store
                     ,
                  
                   
                     That
                     ever
                     since
                     it
                     makes
                     me
                     them
                     adore
                     .
                  
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Madamoiselle
                     delle
                     Rivere
                     Bonnevill
                     represents
                     Grammar
                     .
                  
                   
                     Though
                     young
                     and
                     innocent
                     ,
                     I
                     have
                     some
                     fitts
                  
                   
                     Of
                     the
                     Green
                     sicknesse
                     ,
                     yet
                     I
                     well
                     may
                     sit
                  
                   
                     Among
                     these
                     sisters
                     ,
                     to
                     my
                     
                       A.
                       B.
                       C.
                    
                  
                   
                     Ther
                     's
                     not
                     an
                     Art
                     but
                     't
                     is
                     an
                     obligee
                     :
                  
                   
                     The
                     ground-work
                     I
                     do
                     lay
                     ,
                     cut
                     out
                     ,
                     and
                     trace
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Therefore
                     on
                     
                       Phocis
                    
                     Hill
                     let
                     me
                     have
                     place
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madam
                     de
                     Fovilloux
                     representing
                     Rhetorick
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     usefull
                     am
                     at
                     Court
                     ,
                     Hearts
                     will
                     not
                     yield
                  
                   
                     I
                     snatch
                     away
                     ,
                     and
                     so
                     do
                     winne
                     the
                     field
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     conquer
                     with
                     my
                     tongue
                     which
                     I
                     do
                     file
                     ,
                  
                   
                     When
                     I
                     a
                     charming
                     beauty
                     would
                     beguile
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madamoiselle
                     de
                     la
                     Loupe
                     representing
                     Arithmetick
                     .
                  
                   
                     My
                     youthfull
                     charms
                     make
                     many
                     hearts
                  
                   
                     With
                     grones
                     ,
                     and
                     sighes
                     ,
                     and
                     sobs
                     to
                     smart
                  
                   
                     Beyond
                     
                       computing
                       ,
                    
                     yet
                     could
                     I
                  
                   
                     To
                     
                       number
                    
                     them
                     my selfe
                     apply
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     that
                     thereof
                     I
                     make
                     a
                     smal
                     account
                     ,
                  
                   
                     They
                     to
                     so
                     many
                     
                       Cyphers
                    
                     do
                     amount
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Madam
                     de
                     Commenge
                     representing
                     Iuno
                     .
                  
                   
                     Having
                     immortall
                     beauty
                     in
                     my
                     face
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Where
                     roses
                     bloom
                     ,
                     and
                     Lillies
                     still
                     have
                     place
                     ,
                  
                   
                     What
                     reason
                     is
                     there
                     I
                     should
                     jealous
                     be
                     ?
                  
                   
                     Poor
                     Mortalls
                     be
                     not
                     so
                     deceiv'd
                     in
                     me
                     ;
                  
                   
                     I
                     jealousie
                     do
                     scorn
                     with
                     foul
                     disdain
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     'le
                     neither
                     give
                     nor
                     take
                     it
                     ,
                     't
                     is
                     a
                     grain
                  
                   
                   
                     Of
                     cursed
                     ,
                     seed
                     that
                     naturally
                     doth
                     bear
                  
                   
                     A
                     dry
                     black
                     leaf
                     ,
                     which
                     will
                     the
                     heart
                     strings
                     teare
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Hymen
                     represented
                     by
                     the
                     Duke
                     of
                     Ioyeuse
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     am
                     as
                     serious
                     ,
                     as
                     
                       Cupid
                    
                     is
                     a
                     sot
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     turn
                     his
                     flames
                     to
                     vertue
                     every
                     jot
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Madam
                     
                       de
                       Puy
                    
                     knowes
                     well
                     no
                     Blonden
                     is
                  
                   
                     So
                     frequent
                     with
                     
                       chast
                    
                     maids
                     though
                     full
                     of
                     wish
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Duke
                     Damville
                     representing
                     Hercules
                     .
                  
                   
                     In
                     the
                     behalf
                     of
                     
                       Love
                    
                     whose
                     pleasing
                     bait
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Have
                     done
                     me
                     such
                     good
                     offices
                     and
                     bad
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     must
                     begin
                     my
                     
                       Labours
                       ,
                    
                     and
                     go
                     clad
                  
                   
                     On
                     
                       Venus
                    
                     shrine
                     ,
                     and
                     Altars
                     for
                     to
                     wait
                     ;
                  
                   
                     I
                     find
                     my
                     veines
                     and
                     passions
                     all
                     as
                     hot
                  
                   
                     My
                     heart
                     as
                     vigorous
                     as
                     't
                     was
                     at
                     first
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Ther
                     's
                     nothing
                     in
                     me
                     that
                     's
                     decay'd
                     a
                     jot
                     ,
                  
                   
                     For
                     glory
                     also
                     I
                     ne're
                     more
                     did
                     thirst
                     :
                  
                   
                     Only
                     my
                     feet
                     are
                     not
                     so
                     quick
                     ,
                     as
                     when
                  
                   
                     I
                     deceive
                     did
                     my
                     host
                     ,
                     and
                     may
                     agen
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Mechanique
                     Arts
                     .
                  
                   
                     The
                     King
                     represents
                     represents
                     Warre
                     ,
                  
                   
                     The
                     Count
                     St.
                     
                       Aignan
                    
                     represents
                     Agriculture
                     ,
                  
                   
                     De
                     Verpre
                     represents
                     Navigation
                     ,
                  
                   
                     De
                     Lorges
                     represents
                     Hunting
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Le
                     Vacher
                     represents
                     a
                     Goldsmith
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Beauchamp
                     represents
                     a
                     Painter
                     ,
                  
                   
                     D'
                     olivet
                     represents
                     Chirurgery
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     King
                     representing
                     Warre
                     .
                  
                   
                     
                       Peace
                       ,
                       sure
                       thou
                       'lt
                       come
                       at
                       last
                       so
                       much
                       desir'd
                       ,
                    
                     
                       Who
                       hast
                       to
                       heaven
                       thy self
                       so
                       long
                       retir'd
                    
                     
                       And
                       we
                       must
                       be
                    
                     
                       Thankfull
                       to
                       Warre
                       for
                       thee
                       .
                    
                     
                     
                       Behold
                       she
                       comes
                       ,
                       and
                       she
                       to
                       me
                       is
                       sent
                    
                     
                       To
                       make
                       me
                       have
                       a
                       timely
                       sentiment
                    
                     
                       Of
                       
                         Europes
                      
                       dolefull
                       case
                       ,
                       lo
                       ,
                       she
                       doth
                       bring
                    
                     
                       Lawrels
                       &
                       palms
                       ,
                       fit
                       presents
                       for
                       a
                       King
                       .
                    
                  
                   
                     
                       Ye
                       charming
                       Femals
                       ,
                       from
                       your
                       eyes
                    
                     
                       It
                       is
                       ,
                       that
                       warrs
                       and
                       tumults
                       rise
                    
                     
                       You
                       dart
                       the
                       thunderbolts
                       of
                       strife
                       ,
                    
                     
                       You
                       have
                       your
                       trumpets
                       ,
                       drum
                       and
                       fife
                       ,
                    
                     
                       
                         Venus
                      
                       we
                       know
                       is
                       
                         Mars
                      
                       his
                       wife
                       .
                    
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Count
                     Saint
                     Aignan
                     represents
                     Agriculture
                     or
                     Husbandry
                     .
                  
                   
                     By
                     toyling
                     much
                     both
                     night
                     and
                     day
                  
                   
                     In
                     
                       Mars
                    
                     his
                     field
                     ,
                     &
                     
                       Venus
                       dales
                       ,
                    
                  
                   
                     I
                     glory
                     have
                     obtain'd
                     ,
                     they
                     say
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Having
                     still
                     propitious
                     gales
                     ;
                  
                   
                     I
                     have
                     got
                     Laurells
                     ,
                     but
                     the
                     bloom
                  
                   
                     Is
                     pass'd
                     ,
                     the
                     fruit
                     is
                     not
                     yet
                     come
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   A
                   Quire
                   of
                   Loves
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Duke
                   of
                   
                     Anjou
                  
                   the
                   Kings
                   brother
                   ,
                   the
                   Count
                   of
                   
                     Guiche
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   Marquis
                   of
                   
                     Villeroy
                     ,
                  
                   the
                   little
                   Count
                   of
                   Saint
                   
                     Aignan
                     ,
                  
                   little
                   
                     Rassent
                  
                   page
                   of
                   the
                   Chamber
                   ,
                   
                     Laleu
                     ,
                     Donart
                  
                   and
                   
                     Aubry
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     Mounsieur
                     ,
                     representing
                     the
                     first
                     love
                     .
                  
                   
                     Ladies
                     ,
                     from
                     this
                     tender
                     spray
                  
                   
                     There
                     may
                     some
                     danger
                     come
                     one
                     day
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Ye
                     with
                     caresses
                     flatter
                     him
                     ,
                     he
                     you
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Ye
                     kiss
                     ,
                     &
                     hugg
                     him
                     ,
                     but
                     you
                     'l
                     find
                     it
                     true
                     ,
                  
                   
                     It
                     is
                     a
                     Lions
                     cubb
                     which
                     you
                     do
                     stroke
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Who
                     with
                     his
                     paw
                     in
                     time
                     may
                     make
                     you
                     smoke
                     ;
                  
                   
                   
                     He
                     sports
                     with
                     you
                     ,
                     he
                     smiles
                     and
                     mocks
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Playes
                     with
                     your
                     jewells
                     ,
                     fancies
                     ,
                     locks
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     take
                     yee
                     heed
                     ,
                     for
                     he
                     at
                     length
                  
                   
                     Will
                     gather
                     more
                     encrease
                     of
                     strength
                     ;
                  
                   
                     Yet
                     ,
                     I
                     foresee
                     he
                     will
                     wean
                     quite
                  
                   
                     Himself
                     from
                     all
                     such
                     soft
                     delight
                     ;
                  
                   
                     And
                     marching
                     in
                     the
                     steps
                     of
                     his
                     great
                     sires
                  
                   
                     Make
                     
                       Glory
                    
                     the
                     sole
                     
                       Queen
                    
                     of
                     his
                     desires
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Count
                     of
                     Guyche
                     representing
                     another
                     love
                     .
                  
                   
                     All
                     those
                     Loves
                     I
                     do
                     behold
                  
                   
                     Brighter
                     then
                     the
                     burnish'd
                     gold
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Are
                     nothing
                     if
                     compar'd
                     with
                     me
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Whether
                     Fire
                     ,
                     or
                     Light
                     they
                     be
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     do
                     discover
                     in
                     effect
                  
                   
                     I
                     am
                     all
                     love
                     ,
                     when
                     I
                     reflect
                  
                   
                     upon
                     my self
                     —
                  
                
                 
                   
                     The
                     Marquis
                     of
                     Villeroy
                     representing
                     another
                     Love
                     .
                  
                   
                     I
                     peep
                     to
                     hear
                     what
                     lovers
                     say
                     ,
                  
                   
                     When
                     they
                     whisper
                     sport
                     or
                     play
                     ;
                  
                   
                     And
                     sometimes
                     lay
                  
                   
                     Traps
                     in
                     their
                     way
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     the
                     little
                     Count
                     of
                     Saint
                     Aignan
                     representing
                     another
                     Love
                     .
                  
                   
                     If
                     hee
                     be
                     as
                     discreet
                     as
                     is
                     his
                     mother
                     ,
                  
                   
                     He
                     will
                     neglect
                     the
                     love
                     of
                     any
                     other
                     ,
                  
                   
                     But
                     if
                     the
                     father
                     he
                     be
                     like
                     unto
                     ,
                  
                   
                     He
                     mistresses
                     will
                     have
                     &
                     Beauties
                     wooe
                     .
                  
                   
                
                 
                   
                     For
                     litle
                     Rassent
                     representing
                     another
                     Love
                     .
                  
                   
                     Our
                     talents
                     are
                     diversified
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Each
                     one
                     hath
                     his
                     perfections
                     aside
                     ;
                     For
                     me
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Till
                     I
                     have
                     wings
                     ,
                     't
                     is
                     meet
                  
                   
                     I
                     fence
                     my self
                     with
                     feet
                     .
                  
                
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
           
             
               THE
               NUPTIALS
               OF
               PELEUS
               AND
               THETIS
               .
               A
               NEW
               ITALIAN
               COMEDY
               ,
               Whence
               the
               preceding
               MASK
               was
               extracted
               ;
               Made
               English
               by
               a
               nearer
               adherence
               to
               the
               
                 Original
                 ,
              
               then
               to
               the
               
                 French
              
               TRANSLATION
               .
            
             
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               Non
               seria
               semper
               .
            
             
               
                 London
                 .
              
               Printed
               for
               
                 Henry
                 Herringman
                 ,
              
               at
               the
               Anchor
               .
            
          
           
           
             
               The
               PROLOGUE
               .
            
             
               Apollo
               and
               the
               Muses
               upon
               the
               Pierian
               Mount
               ;
               Quires
               of
               Water-Nymphs
               upon
               the
               Banks
               of
               Epidano
               and
               Onochono
               ,
               Rivers
               of
               Thessaly
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 NYMPHS
                 to
                 APOLLO
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 Living
                 Treasure
                 of
                 the
                 glorious
                 Sky
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 by
                 thy
                 piercing
                 all
                 surveying
                 eye
              
               
                 Dost
                 in
                 thy
                 
                   golden
                
                 Armor
                 conquer
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 in
                 triumph
                 usher'st
                 in
                 the
                 Light
                 :
              
               
                 Among
                 the
                 glittering
                 Stars
                 thou
                 dost
                 not
                 shine
              
               
                 With
                 greater
                 Lustre
                 ,
                 then
                 amongst
                 the
                 nine
              
               
                 
                   Aonian
                
                 Sisters
                 ▪
                 O
                 descend
                 and
                 daign
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 God
                 ,
                 (
                 leaving
                 a
                 while
                 
                   Olympian
                
                 Raign
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 feast
                 with
                 us
                 :
                 a
                 joyful
                 Augury
              
               
                 Vouchsafe
                 to
                 
                   Peleus
                
                 passions
                 ,
                 whose
                 pure
                 brest
              
               
                 May
                 justly
                 merit
                 
                   Hymen
                
                 for
                 his
                 guest
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 eternal
                 Lawes
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 highest
                 Gods
                 and
                 Saints
                 above
              
               
                 
                   Are
                   Subject
                   :
                
                 Monarchies
                 and
                 Scepters
                 yield
                 ▪
              
               
                 To
                 
                   Love
                   ,
                
                 and
                 crown
                 him
                 Victor
                 in
                 the
                 field
                 :
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
               
                 ACT
                 I.
                 SCENE
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 dumb
                 Magicians
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   WHy
                   do
                   you
                   thus
                   your self
                   torment
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Chiron
                     ,
                  
                   How
                   shall
                   I
                   find
                   content
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   Pursue
                   your
                   hopes
                   ,
                   and
                   onward
                   go
                   ▪
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Is
                   't
                   possible
                   I
                   should
                   do
                   so
                   ?
                
                 
                   When
                   on
                   my
                   heart
                   a
                   beauty
                   lies
                
                 
                   That
                   is
                   descended
                   from
                   the
                   Skies
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   beauty
                   that
                   's
                   all
                   moving
                   and
                   immense
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   hath
                   o're
                   me
                   such
                   an
                   omnipotence
                   ?
                
                 
                   Moreover
                   ,
                   I
                   two
                   Rivals
                   have
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   less
                   then
                   Gods
                   ,
                   who
                   me
                   outbrave
                
                 
                   For
                   
                     Neptune
                  
                   with
                   his
                   Trident
                   ,
                   and
                   great
                   
                     Jove
                  
                
                 
                   Are
                   my
                   competitors
                   for
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   love
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Peleus
                     ,
                  
                   Why
                   do
                   you
                   thus
                   your self
                   torment
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Chiron
                     ,
                  
                   Where
                   is
                   it
                   I
                   should
                   find
                   content
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   follow
                   your
                   fair
                   hopes
                   ,
                   and
                   onward
                   go
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   How
                   is
                   it
                   possible
                   I
                   should
                   do
                   so
                   ?
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   Listen
                   to
                   me
                   ,
                   gray
                   hairs
                   do
                   but
                   in
                   vain
                
                 
                   Attempt
                   young
                   beauties
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   them
                   disdain
                
                 
                   Though
                   they
                   be
                   Gods
                   :
                   
                     Neptune
                  
                   is
                   rich
                   in
                   
                     yeers
                  
                
                 
                   As
                   well
                   as
                   
                     Treasure
                     ,
                     Thetis
                  
                   will
                   him
                   jeer
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   
                     Jove
                     ,
                  
                   besides
                   his
                   age
                   ,
                   his
                   rapes
                   and
                   wiles
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   he
                   so
                   many
                   Ladies
                   did
                   beguile
                
                 
                   Will
                   make
                   her
                   shun
                   him
                   :
                   but
                   if
                   you
                   desire
                
                 
                   To
                   compass
                   your
                   designes
                   ,
                   and
                   quench
                   your
                   fire
                   ,
                
                 
                   Behold
                   those
                   
                     Magies
                  
                   that
                   with
                   charmed
                   flight
                
                 
                   Will
                   guide
                   you
                   safely
                   to
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   sight
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   being
                   bold
                   and
                   wise
                   ,
                   is
                   
                   th'only
                   man
                
                 
                   Who
                   in
                   this
                   Enterprise
                   you
                   pleasure
                   can
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   is
                   no
                   friend
                   to
                   
                     Jove
                     ,
                  
                   who
                   him
                   torments
                
                 
                   With
                   such
                   eternal
                   pangs
                   ,
                   therefore
                   he
                   will
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   help
                   you
                   ,
                   exercise
                   his
                   utmost
                   skil
                   .
                
                 
                   Wherefore
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                   and
                   hence
                   away
                
                 
                   To
                   
                     India
                     ,
                  
                   through
                   the
                   air
                   cut
                   out
                   your
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   Delay
                   is
                   alwayes
                   dangerous
                   to
                   Lovers
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   ne're
                   obtain'd
                   his
                   ends
                   who
                   hums
                   and
                   hovers
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   This
                   Aiery
                   journey
                   I
                   will
                   undertake
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   though
                   herein
                   
                     Fortune
                  
                   my
                   friend
                   I
                   make
                
                 
                   Yet
                   are
                   my
                   hopes
                   but
                   smal
                   ,
                   I
                   have
                   a
                   hint
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   
                     Thetis's
                  
                   cruel
                   ,
                   and
                   her
                   heart
                   is
                   flint
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   modest
                   beauties
                   to
                   
                     excuses
                  
                   fall
                   ,
                
                 
                   You
                   must
                   not
                   presently
                   it
                   
                     rigor
                  
                   call
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     heart
                  
                   oft-times
                   desires
                   what
                   
                     lips
                  
                   deny
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   a
                   huge
                   distance
                   doth
                   betwixt
                   them
                   lye
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Could
                   it
                   unto
                   my
                   Love-sick
                   thoughts
                   appear
                
                 
                   That
                   what
                   you
                   say
                   hereto
                   is
                   true
                   and
                   clear
                   ,
                
                 
                   Those
                   pangs
                   I
                   suffer
                   in
                   my
                   brest
                
                 
                   Would
                   turn
                   to
                   case
                   ,
                   delight
                   and
                   rest
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   fall
                   what
                   will
                   my
                   fate
                   portends
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   still
                   will
                   glory
                   in
                   my
                   ends
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Which
                   an
                   unmeasurable
                   joy
                   distils
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   my
                   so
                   high-swoln
                   heart
                   with
                   comfort
                   fils
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Let
                   a
                   true
                   Lover
                   never
                   lose
                
                 
                   His
                   hope
                   or
                   courage
                   when
                   he
                   wooes
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   his
                   suff'rance
                   is
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                
                 
                   Sweetness
                   is
                   kept
                   for
                   him
                   in
                   store
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   
                     Cupids
                  
                   gentle
                   kingdom
                   nothing
                   is
                
                 
                   Impossible
                   ,
                   but
                   one
                   may
                   gain
                   his
                   wish
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   Go
                   on
                   then
                   happily
                   ,
                   for
                   who
                   doth
                   know
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   your
                   constancy
                   may
                   tell
                   you
                   so
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   On
                   ,
                   on
                   ,
                   then
                   to
                   my
                   Magies
                   I
                   will
                   go
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Second
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Neptune
                   ,
                
                 a
                 Quire
                 of
                 Tritons
                 ,
                 and
                 Meremaids
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Quire
                 of
                 Corral-Fishers
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Quire
                 of
                 Tritons
                 and
                 Meremaids
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 such
                 a
                 splendid
                 glorious
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 heart
                 but
                 would
                 turn
                 fire
                 and
                 tow
                 ?
              
               
                 A
                 Pomp
                 so
                 rare
                 ,
                 a
                 sight
                 so
                 fair
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 able
                 to
                 perfume
                 the
                 air
                 :
              
               
                 Nor
                 Morn
                 nor
                 Sun
                 did
                 ever
                 view
              
               
                 So
                 bright
                 and
                 ravishing
                 a
                 hue
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 such
                 a
                 splendid
                 glorious
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 heart
                 but
                 would
                 turn
                 fire
                 and
                 tow
                 ?
              
               
                 
                   Neptune
                   .
                
                 
                   There
                   is
                   no
                   fence
                   I
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   Love
                   will
                   invade
                   my
                   mind
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   these
                   moist
                   fields
                   my
                   Rivers
                   run
                   in
                   vain
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   quench
                   my
                   fire
                   ,
                   or
                   tepifie
                   my
                   pain
                   ;
                
                 
                   Though
                   I
                   in
                   midst
                   of
                   waters
                   lye
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   do
                   I
                   melt
                   ,
                   dissolve
                   and
                   fry
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   you
                   at
                   last
                   will
                   find
                   it
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   be
                   more
                   
                     fool
                  
                   unto
                   your self
                   ,
                   then
                   you
                
                 
                 
                   Are
                   cruel
                   
                     unto
                  
                   me
                   .
                   Will
                   you
                   refuse
                
                 
                   The
                   richest
                   of
                   the
                   Gods
                   ,
                   Him
                   who
                   doth
                   use
                
                 
                   To
                   give
                   those
                   gems
                   that
                   beauties
                   do
                   adorn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thence
                   ,
                   where
                   the
                   Queen
                   of
                   Love
                   her self
                   was
                   born
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Aurora
                  
                   commonly
                   doth
                   rise
                
                 
                   Cheerful
                   and
                   smiling
                   to
                   our
                   eyes
                
                 
                   But
                   suddenly
                   we
                   oftentimes
                   do
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   fals
                   a weeping
                   upon
                   flower
                   and
                   tree
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   you
                   desire
                   the
                   cause
                   I
                   should
                   unfold
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   because
                   her
                   
                     *
                  
                   Consort
                   is
                   so
                   old
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Neptune
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   Be
                   not
                   deceiv'd
                   ,
                   though
                   I
                   be
                   gray
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   waters
                   still
                   are
                   green
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   they
                   may
                
                 
                   Be
                   wholsomer
                   then
                   Springs
                   ,
                   which
                   by
                   and
                   by
                
                 
                   Pon
                   the
                   least
                   drowth
                   grow
                   shallower
                   and
                   dry
                   .
                
                 
                   Youth
                   is
                   unstable
                   ,
                   heady
                   ,
                   rash
                   ;
                   but
                   age
                
                 
                   Is
                   constant
                   ,
                   cautious
                   ,
                   provident
                   ,
                   and
                   sage
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   do
                   confess
                   ,
                   that
                   you
                   discourse
                   ,
                   and
                   reason
                
                 
                   Like
                   a
                   quaint
                   Amorist
                   ,
                   although
                   the
                   season
                
                 
                   Of
                   Love
                   in
                   you
                   be
                   past
                   .
                   It
                   was
                   for
                   Love
                
                 
                   The
                   Heavens
                   made
                   
                     Youth
                     ,
                  
                   for
                   which
                   the
                   Gods
                   above
                
                 
                   Have
                   journeyed
                   down
                   to
                   earth
                   ;
                   no
                   other
                   age
                
                 
                   Is
                   fit
                   a
                   Female
                   beauty
                   to
                   engage
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Neptune
                   .
                
                 
                   Perfidious
                   thing
                   ,
                   I
                   plainly
                   now
                   do
                   find
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   art
                   unto
                   another
                   more
                   inclin'd
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   winds
                   and
                   tempests
                   ,
                   and
                   with
                   my
                   lament
                
                 
                   Your
                   blasts
                   unite
                   ;
                   Come
                   ,
                   come
                   incontinent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   hispid
                   blust'ring
                   
                     Boreas
                  
                   from
                   the
                   North
                   ,
                
                 
                   Bring
                   all
                   the
                   Haracanes
                   and
                   Whirlwinds
                   forth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Blow
                   off
                   ,
                   and
                   banish
                   from
                   my
                   Kingdom
                   quite
                
                 
                   This
                   impious
                   Girle
                   so
                   full
                   of
                   hate
                   and
                   spite
                   .
                
                 
                   Revenge
                   the
                   quarrel
                   of
                   your
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   your
                   vengeance
                   Justice
                   bring
                   :
                
                 
                   Shall
                   she
                   in
                   my
                   Dominions
                   dwel
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   hath
                   inflam'd
                   my
                   heart
                   with
                   fire
                   from
                   hel
                   ?
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Chorus
                   .
                
                 
                   Ingrateful
                   ,
                   rash
                   ,
                   and
                   foolish
                   Nymph
                   ,
                   canst
                   thou
                
                 
                   Slight
                   thus
                   the
                   greatest
                   of
                   the
                   gods
                   below
                   ▪
                
                 
                   The
                   grief
                   will
                   be
                   thine
                   own
                
                 
                   When
                   thou
                   art
                   wiser
                   growne
                   .
                
                 
                   Neglected
                   Amorists
                   may
                   learn
                   from
                   hence
                   ,
                
                 
                   Against
                   blind
                   
                     Cupids
                  
                   arrowes
                   a
                   true
                   fence
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Disdain
                   of
                   beauty
                   a
                   
                     revenge
                  
                   may
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   not
                   of
                   love
                   
                   th'expected
                   
                     remedy
                     :
                  
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 third
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Juno
                   ,
                   Jupiter
                   ,
                
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 the
                 furies
                 of
                 
                   Jealousie
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Now
                     that
                     the
                     fury
                     of
                     the
                     wind
                  
                   
                     Hath
                     left
                     so
                     sweet
                     a
                     calm
                     behind
                     :
                  
                   
                     Now
                     that
                     the
                     storm
                     is
                     gone
                     ,
                  
                   
                     I
                     pray
                     let
                     me
                     alone
                  
                   
                     To
                     vent
                     unto
                     my self
                     my
                     moan
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Oh
                     me
                     ,
                     I
                     find
                     that
                     ambushes
                     are
                     laid
                     .
                  
                   
                     To
                     take
                     me
                     and
                     entrap
                     poor
                     silly
                     maid
                     :
                  
                   
                     What
                     will
                     become
                     of
                     thee
                     my
                     heart
                     ?
                  
                   
                     
                     Th'art
                     like
                     to
                     suffer
                     many
                     a
                     smart
                     .
                  
                   
                     Oh
                     me
                     ,
                     Oh
                     me
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Poor
                     heart
                     what
                     will
                     become
                     of
                     thee
                     ?
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Thy
                     chastity
                     
                       Love
                    
                     studies
                     to
                     surprize
                     .
                  
                   
                     He
                     's
                     sly
                     and
                     cunning
                     ,
                     though
                     not
                     alwayes
                     wise
                     ;
                  
                   
                     He
                     Armour
                     hath
                     of
                     every
                     sort
                  
                   
                     For
                     to
                     assault
                     a
                     female
                     Fort
                     :
                  
                   
                   
                     He
                     prayes
                     ,
                     complains
                     ,
                     and
                     pines
                     ,
                  
                   
                     He
                     menaceth
                     and
                     whines
                  
                   
                     Now
                     ,
                     if
                     another
                     God
                     should
                     joyn
                  
                   
                     With
                     him
                     ,
                     who
                     can
                     me
                     then
                     essoyn
                     ?
                  
                   
                     Oh
                     me
                     ,
                     Oh
                     me
                     ,
                  
                   
                     Poor
                     heart
                     what
                     will
                     become
                     of
                     thee
                     ?
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   can
                   blest
                   heaven
                   me
                   avail
                   ,
                
                 
                   If
                   still
                   of
                   my
                   desire
                   I
                   fail
                   ?
                
                 
                   Celestial
                   joies
                   ,
                   if
                   they
                   to
                   sorrow
                   turne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Far
                   worse
                   then
                   all
                   
                     Tartarean
                  
                   tortures
                   burn
                   ▪
                
                 
                   O
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   thou
                   alone
                
                 
                   Hast
                   made
                   me
                   quit
                   my
                   Throne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   giv'st
                   him
                   law
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   Gods
                   doth
                   aw●
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   my
                   destiny
                   and
                   luck
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   thee
                   for
                   to
                   be
                   deadly
                   struck
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   that
                   which
                   is
                   the
                   greatest
                   wonder
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thy
                   beauti
                   's
                   stronger
                   then
                   my
                   thunder
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   come
                   ,
                   O
                   come
                   ,
                   my
                   Fair
                   ,
                   increase
                   my
                   blisse
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   let
                   's
                   cohabit
                   both
                   in
                   
                     Pardise
                     .
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   no
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   so
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   Come
                   and
                   be
                   partner
                   of
                   my
                   Throne
                
                 
                   Which
                   
                     Hymen
                  
                   offers
                   thee
                   alone
                   ;
                
                 
                   That
                   Empire
                   
                     Love
                  
                   hath
                   thee
                   design'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Come
                   ,
                   come
                   my
                   Fair
                   ,
                   be
                   not
                   unkind
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   no
                   ,
                
                 
                   Not
                   so
                   ▪
                
                 
                   The
                   heavens
                   forbid
                   I
                   should
                   be
                   said
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Poor
                   innocent
                   and
                   silly
                   maid
                   )
                   ▪
                
                 
                 
                   For
                   to
                   be
                   such
                   a
                   Rebel
                   as
                   to
                   wrong
                
                 
                   Her
                   
                     *
                  
                   bed
                   who
                   train'd
                   me
                   all
                   along
                
                 
                   From
                   my
                   first
                   cradle
                   :
                   I
                   had
                   rather
                   dy
                
                 
                   A
                   thousand
                   deaths
                   ,
                   and
                   scorch
                   in
                   Tartary
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   you
                   will
                   use
                   such
                   slight
                   Apologies
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   him
                   who
                   can
                   command
                   both
                   lair
                   and
                   Skies
                   ;
                
                 
                   To
                   cleer
                   your
                   error
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   pain
                   asswage
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   must
                   use
                   force
                   ,
                   my
                   Dear
                   ,
                   but
                   far
                   from
                   rage
                   .
                
                 
                   Cloud
                   ,
                   
                   gently
                   take
                   her
                   up
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   Oh
                   me
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   ails
                   my
                   soul
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   Aime
                   ,
                   who
                   helps
                   me
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   mortal
                   Creature
                   's
                   hee
                
                 
                   Can
                   thee
                   reprize
                   from
                   me
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Juno
                   .
                
                 
                   Disloyal
                   
                     Jove
                     ,
                  
                   
                   is
                   it
                   my
                   hapless
                   fate
                
                 
                   Thou
                   should'st
                   so
                   oft
                   thy
                   Faith
                   thus
                   violate
                   ?
                
                 
                   But
                   since
                   in
                   
                     Heaven
                  
                   no
                   Justice
                   can
                   be
                   found
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   Piety
                   among
                   the
                   Stars
                   ,
                   the
                   ground
                
                 
                   Shall
                   ope
                   ,
                   and
                   styx
                   shall
                   belch
                   forth
                   furies
                   fell
                   :
                
                 
                   Come
                   then
                   appear
                   ,
                   ye
                   gastly
                   dames
                   of
                   Hell
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   help
                   to
                   vindicate
                
                 
                   The
                   justness
                   of
                   my
                   fate
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   .
                
                 
                   Farewel
                   my
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   so
                   enchanting
                   bright
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   know
                   I
                   do
                   not
                   thee
                   abandon
                   quite
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   to
                   Juno
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   Goddesse
                   ,
                   I
                   no
                   pardon
                   crave
                   of
                   thee
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   
                     pity
                     ;
                  
                   though
                   
                     infortunate
                  
                   I
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   Yet
                   I
                   am
                   
                     guiltless
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   from
                   foulnesse
                   free
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Juno
                   .
                
                 
                   Such
                   hazzards
                   to
                   escape
                   is
                   no
                   offence
                   ,
                
                 
                   Much
                   less
                   
                     misfortune
                  
                   or
                   incontinence
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   and
                   Juno
                   .
                
                 
                   Sweet
                   gratitude
                   doth
                   alwayes
                   rest
                
                 
                   In
                   a'
                   well
                   born
                   gentle
                   brest
                   :
                
                 
                   The
                   Gods
                   desire
                   no
                   more
                
                 
                   For
                   those
                   blessings
                   in
                   such
                   store
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   on
                   us
                   Mortals
                   ev'ry
                   hour
                
                 
                   They
                   in
                   silver
                   showres
                   do
                   pour
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 ACT
                 II.
                 SCENE
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   Promethus
                   ,
                
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 dumb
                 men
                 ,
                 and
                 savage
                 women
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   INfortunate
                   
                     Prometheus
                     ,
                  
                   how
                   thine
                
                 
                   Eternal
                   torments
                   are
                   like
                   mine
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   .
                
                 
                   Ah
                   ,
                   who
                   is
                   he
                   ▪
                
                 
                   Thus
                   speaks
                   to
                   me
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   T
                   is
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   King
                   of
                   
                     Thessaly
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Who
                   may
                   thy
                   mate
                   for
                   torture
                   be
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   from
                   the
                   body
                   of
                   the
                   Sun
                
                 
                   Stole
                   fire
                   e're
                   scarce
                   the
                   world
                   begun
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   some
                   fiery
                   glances
                   took
                
                 
                   From
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   all
                   inchanting
                   look
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Jove
                  
                   chastneth
                   my
                   temerity
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   voracious
                   
                     *
                  
                   bird
                   you
                   see
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Prometheus
                     ,
                  
                   it
                   is
                   
                     Jove
                  
                   the
                   very
                   same
                
                 
                   Torments
                   likewise
                   with
                   jealousie
                   my
                   flame
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   yours
                   one
                   day
                
                 
                   May
                   find
                   allay
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   ,
                   and
                   how
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   Ah
                   ,
                   ah
                   ,
                   my
                   torments
                   grow
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   O
                   cruel
                   pangs
                   some
                   truce
                   and
                   respit
                   give
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   may
                   with
                   counsel
                   me
                   relieve
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   have
                   receiv'd
                   advice
                   from
                   
                     Mercury
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     *
                  
                   
                     Thunderer
                  
                   will
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   fly
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   his
                   
                     Ambition
                  
                   place
                   (
                   as
                   you
                   shal
                   prove
                   )
                
                 
                   Before
                   her
                   
                     Beauty
                     ,
                  
                   or
                   his
                   flames
                   of
                   love
                   ;
                
                 
                   To
                   credit
                   this
                   you
                   may
                   be
                   bold
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   by
                   the
                   Oracle
                   it
                   is
                   foretold
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   If
                   it
                   be
                   true
                   what
                   issues
                   from
                   that
                   vioce
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   soul
                   shal
                   carols
                   sing
                   ,
                   my
                   heart
                   rejoice
                
                 
                   There
                   never
                   was
                   so
                   coy
                   and
                   cruel
                   she
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   only
                   sought
                   by
                   one
                   ,
                   may
                   conquered
                   be
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   Go
                   ,
                   go
                   ,
                   return
                   where
                   thou
                   didst
                   leave
                   thy
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Thou
                   shalt
                   find
                   ease
                   for
                   thy
                   corroding
                   smart
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   vast
                   sea
                   of
                   
                     Love
                  
                   who
                   e're
                   doth
                   sail
                
                 
                   Must
                   lose
                   no
                   wind
                   ,
                   and
                   then
                   he
                   may
                   prevail
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   For
                   this
                   sweet
                   counsel
                   thou
                   hast
                   given
                   me
                   ,
                
                 
                   May
                   heaven
                   ,
                   O
                   
                     Prometheus
                     ,
                  
                   set
                   thee
                   free
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     Thunderer
                  
                   may
                   be
                
                 
                   Lesse
                   cruel
                   unto
                   me
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   O
                   dear
                   ,
                   and
                   solacing
                   ,
                   sweet
                   blissful
                   
                     Hope
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   How
                   comforting
                   art
                   
                     Thou
                  
                   to
                   those
                   who
                   cope
                
                 
                   With
                   rigid
                   beauties
                   ?
                   thou
                   dost
                   periods
                   put
                
                 
                   To
                   black
                   despair
                   ;
                   the
                   Gods
                   did
                   justly
                   shut
                
                 
                   
                     Thee
                     out
                     of
                     Hell
                     ;
                  
                   Thy
                   breath
                   though
                   ne're
                   so
                   small
                
                 
                   Would
                   ease
                   the
                   damned
                   souls
                   in
                   
                     Pluto's
                  
                   Hall
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   to
                   the
                   Savages
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   you
                   my
                   faithful
                   guides
                   unto
                   this
                   place
                   ,
                
                 
                   Enjoy
                   the
                   comforts
                   also
                   I
                   embrace
                   ;
                
                 
                   Be
                   all
                   partakers
                   of
                   my
                   hopes
                   ,
                   and
                   share
                
                 
                   Some
                   of
                   my
                   joyes
                   ,
                   which
                   past
                   expressions
                   are
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Second
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   ,
                   Mercury
                   ,
                
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 dumb
                 Dryads
                 ,
                 or
                 woo'd
                 Nymphs
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   Well
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   did
                   the
                   Oracle
                   at
                   
                     Delphos
                  
                   say
                
                 
                   Touching
                   my
                   love
                   to
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   tell
                   me
                   ,
                   pray
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Apollo
                  
                   from
                   the
                   Tripod
                   did
                   pronounce
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     *
                  
                   Son
                   of
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   (
                   all
                   will
                   see
                   )
                
                 
                   Shall
                   greater
                   then
                   his
                   Father
                   be
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   How
                   can
                   that
                   be
                   ?
                   unless
                   the
                   fates
                   renew
                
                 
                   In
                   me
                   my
                   
                     *
                  
                   Sire's
                   example
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   't
                   true
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   That
                   which
                   
                     Prometheus
                  
                   told
                   me
                   also
                   is
                
                 
                   No
                   less
                   infallible
                   and
                   true
                   then
                   this
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   Then
                   I
                   do
                   find
                   that
                   it
                   doth
                   me
                   behove
                
                 
                   To
                   leave
                   commanding
                   Heaven
                   ,
                   or
                   not
                   to
                   love
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   Which
                   do
                   you
                   most
                   desire
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   serve
                   or
                   domineer
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   hold
                   
                     Love's
                  
                   golden
                   fetter
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   any
                   Empire
                   better
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   one
                   doth
                   thousand
                   sweets
                   instil
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                   Th'other
                   the
                   brain
                   with
                   cumbers
                   fill
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   Permit
                   me
                   ,
                   mighty
                   
                     Jove
                     ,
                  
                   to
                   tell
                   you
                   't
                   is
                
                 
                   Folly
                   of
                   a
                   
                     Mortal
                  
                   still
                   to
                   wish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Under
                   the
                   vail
                   of
                   good
                   ,
                   to
                   meet
                   the
                   bad
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   goes
                   in
                   Vertues
                   habit
                   often
                   clad
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   you
                   which
                   o're
                   the
                   Spheers
                   do
                   sway
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   such
                   coruscant
                   beams
                   display
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Can
                   you
                   be
                   so
                   transported
                   ,
                   as
                   endure
                
                 
                   That
                   a
                   blind
                   lying
                   
                     Boy
                  
                   should
                   you
                   allure
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   will
                   vapour
                   every where
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   did
                   fetter
                   
                     Jupiter
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   suppose
                   ,
                   an
                   idle
                   wench
                   should
                   prove
                   :
                
                 
                   Have
                   you
                   not
                   Goddesses
                   enough
                   above
                   ?
                
                 
                   If
                   you
                   
                     Olympus
                  
                   loose
                   ,
                   where
                   will
                   you
                   find
                
                 
                   Throughout
                   the
                   world
                   a
                   Kingdom
                   of
                   that
                   kind
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   In
                   your
                   Discourse
                   you
                   go
                   so
                   strongly
                   on
                
                 
                   That
                   makes
                   me
                   half
                   of
                   your
                   opinion
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   Nor
                   can
                   you
                   any
                   true
                   content
                   obtain
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   you
                   are
                   compast
                   with
                   a
                   double
                   pain
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Juno
                  
                   pursues
                   you
                   with
                   her
                   Furies
                   here
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   may
                   perhaps
                   flye
                   from
                   you
                   there
                   ;
                
                 
                   The
                   one
                   is
                   doubtful
                   ,
                   
                   th'other
                   is
                   jealous
                   still
                   ,
                
                 
                   Both
                   may
                   confederate
                   to
                   crosse
                   your
                   will
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   that
                   
                     Juno
                  
                   me
                   pursues
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   raiseth
                   furies
                   by
                   whole
                   crews
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   She
                   every where
                   doth
                   stir
                   and
                   wheel
                   about
                   ,
                
                 
                   She
                   doth
                   disturb
                   all
                   Heaven
                   to
                   find
                   you
                   out
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Jupiter
                   
                
                 
                   Then
                   
                     Mercury
                     ,
                  
                   go
                   and
                   proclaime
                
                 
                   From
                   Pole
                   to
                   Pole
                   that
                   I
                   disclaim
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   will
                   no
                   more
                   my
                   Honour
                   maim
                   .
                
                 
                   Go
                   speedily
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Mercury
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Jove
                     ,
                  
                   I
                   wil
                   fly
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Jove
                   
                
                 
                   Fair
                   Wood
                   Nymphs
                   let
                   this
                   day
                   be
                   Festival
                
                 
                   That
                   I
                   my
                   wonted
                   freedom
                   did
                   recal
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   impious
                   fate
                   and
                   beauty
                   did
                   conspire
                
                 
                   To
                   captivate
                   with
                   false
                   and
                   fatuous
                   fire
                   .
                
                 
                   Fair
                   Wood
                   Nymphs
                   let
                   this
                   day
                   by
                   all
                
                 
                   Be
                   kept
                   hereafter
                   Festival
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Third
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 Priests
                 ,
                 a
                 dumb
                 Quire
                 of
                 Cavaliers
                 at
                 Barriers
                 .
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Quire
                   of
                   Priests
                   .
                
                 
                   Great
                   God
                   of
                   War
                   ,
                   the
                   prop
                   ,
                   defence
                   and
                   stay
                
                 
                   Of
                   Empires
                   ,
                   intercede
                   that
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   may
                
                 
                   (
                   By
                   favor
                   of
                   that
                   
                     *
                  
                   Goddesse
                   whom
                   alone
                
                 
                   Thou
                   do'st
                   adore
                   ,
                   and
                   art
                   to
                   serve
                   so
                   prone
                   )
                
                 
                   Return
                   to
                   sway
                   again
                   fair
                   
                     Thessaly
                     :
                  
                
                 
                   Behold
                   that
                   amourous
                   Warrier
                   with
                   mild
                   eye
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   you
                   brave
                   Champions
                   propitious
                   make
                
                 
                   Our
                   vowes
                   and
                   Altars
                   ;
                   let
                   the
                   welkin
                   quake
                
                 
                   With
                   the
                   high
                   clashings
                   of
                   your
                   Barriers
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   at
                   his
                   return
                   will
                   pay
                   you
                   your
                   Arrears
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   One
                   of
                   the
                   Priests
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   stay
                   a
                   little
                   ,
                   stay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   Oracle
                   will
                   something
                   say
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Oracle
                   
                
                 
                   At
                   last
                   the
                   King
                   of
                   
                     Thessaly
                  
                
                 
                   Shall
                   home
                   return
                   with
                   mirth
                   and
                   glee
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   The
                   Quire
                   of
                   Priests
                   
                
                 
                   O
                   newes
                   more
                   rare
                
                 
                   Then
                   
                     Indian
                  
                   Pearle
                   ,
                   and
                   sweeter
                   far
                
                 
                   Then
                   that
                   
                     Hyblean
                  
                   juice
                   the
                   Attic
                   Bee
                
                 
                   Stov'd
                   in
                   her
                   cell
                   for
                   
                     Joves
                  
                   Nativity
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   will
                   King
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   come
                   agen
                   ?
                
                 
                   Then
                   
                     Thessaly
                  
                   shall
                   swarm
                   with
                   men
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   newes
                   more
                   rare
                
                 
                   Then
                   
                     Indian
                  
                   pearle
                   ,
                   and
                   richer
                   far
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 ACT
                 III.
                 SCENE
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   Chiron
                   ,
                
                 A
                 dumb
                 Quire
                 of
                 Chirons
                 ,
                 Academists
                 ,
                 or
                 Disciples
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   FOR
                   him
                   who
                   parts
                   from
                   his
                   delight
                
                 
                   
                     Time
                  
                   makes
                   too
                   quick
                   and
                   rapid
                   flight
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   who
                   is
                   travelling
                   to
                   see
                   his
                   
                     Love
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Each
                   moment
                   unto
                   him
                   an
                   
                     age
                  
                   doth
                   prove
                   .
                
                 
                   Hope
                   
                     still
                     with
                  
                   doubts
                   ,
                   fruition
                   
                     with
                  
                   fear
                
                 
                   Is
                   commonly
                   attended
                   every where
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   with
                   my
                   companions
                   here
                
                 
                   Did
                   think
                   to
                   find
                   you
                   full
                   of
                   cheer
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   a
                   Champion
                   o're
                   the
                   Gods
                   ,
                
                 
                   Of
                   whom
                   for
                   
                     Faith
                  
                   and
                   
                     Love
                  
                   you
                   have
                   such
                   odds
                   ;
                
                 
                   Why
                   do
                   you
                   thus
                   afflict
                   your self
                   with
                   pain
                   ?
                
                 
                   Faint
                   heart
                   did
                   ne're
                   a
                   Ladies
                   favour
                   gain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   Sometimes
                   my
                   spirits
                   are
                   alert
                   and
                   high
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   they
                   begin
                   to
                   languish
                   presently
                   ;
                
                 
                 
                   Because
                   I
                   fear
                   that
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   heart
                
                 
                   May
                   Marble
                   prove
                   ;
                   hence
                   comes
                   my
                   smart
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   deceiv'd
                   ;
                   when
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   knowledg
                   had
                
                 
                   You
                   left
                   fair
                   
                     Greece
                     ,
                  
                   and
                   undertook
                   so
                   bad
                
                 
                   And
                   hazardous
                   a
                   journey
                   to
                   find
                   ease
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   fury
                   of
                   your
                   passion
                   to
                   appease
                   ;
                
                 
                   She
                   with
                   a
                   pitying
                   paleness
                   then
                   was
                   struck
                   ,
                
                 
                   
                     And
                     sighing
                     said
                     ,
                  
                   The
                   Stars
                   send
                   him
                   good
                   luck
                   .
                
                 
                   Go
                   ,
                   lay
                   close
                   siege
                   ,
                   and
                   let
                   her
                   see
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   resolv'd
                   for
                   Battery
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Female
                   who
                   believes
                   she's
                   truly
                   lov'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Need
                   not
                   by
                   too
                   long
                   Prayers
                   to
                   be
                   mov'd
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Your
                   counsel
                   's
                   good
                   :
                   now
                   with
                   alacrity
                
                 
                   I
                   will
                   both
                   
                     Love
                  
                   and
                   
                     Fortune
                  
                   try
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   the
                   business
                   you
                   shall
                   quickly
                   see
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   make
                   a
                   shaft
                   or
                   bolt
                   .
                   But
                   where
                   is
                   she
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Chiron
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   go
                   in
                   quest
                   of
                   her
                   .
                
                 
                   In
                   the
                   mean
                   time
                   let
                   my
                   Disciples
                   dance
                   ,
                
                 
                   We
                   will
                   be
                   fortunate
                   in
                   spite
                   of
                   chance
                   :
                
              
            
             
             
               
                 The
                 second
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                
                 A
                 Quire
                 of
                 
                   Peleus
                
                 Courtiers
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   Love
                   ,
                   if
                   you
                   will
                   enter
                   like
                   a
                   friend
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lay
                   down
                   your
                   Armes
                   ,
                   let
                   peace
                   attend
                
                 
                   Your
                   purposes
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   you
                   may
                
                 
                   Be
                   welcome
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   win
                   the
                   day
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   boisterously
                   you
                   me
                   assault
                   ,
                
                 
                   Come
                   not
                   neer
                   me
                   ,
                   but
                   make
                   a
                   halt
                   :
                
                 
                   Be
                   sure
                   not
                   to
                   torment
                   my
                   heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   Or
                   with
                   your
                   passions
                   make
                   it
                   smart
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   you
                   desire
                   to
                   shun
                
                 
                   
                     That
                  
                   which
                   your self
                   to
                   me
                   have
                   done
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   Ohime
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   Dear
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   do
                   you
                   fear
                   ?
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   Ohime
                   ,
                   when
                   you
                   were
                   far
                   from
                   hence
                
                 
                   
                     Love
                  
                   did
                   do
                   much
                   for
                   you
                   ;
                   but
                   now
                
                 
                   You
                   are
                   so
                   neer
                   ,
                   I
                   fear
                   with
                   violence
                
                 
                   He
                   will
                   assault
                   me
                   with
                   his
                   bow
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   pray
                   retire
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Will
                   you
                   with
                   such
                   a
                   heart
                   of
                   flint
                   and
                   steel
                
                 
                   Convert
                   those
                   pleasing
                   
                     passions
                  
                   which
                   I
                   feel
                
                 
                   To
                   
                     pangs
                     ?
                  
                   Shall
                   he
                   still
                   languish
                
                 
                   With
                   tears
                   ,
                   with
                   doubtfulness
                   and
                   anguish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   loves
                   your
                   eyes
                
                 
                   More
                   then
                   the
                   Stars
                   or
                   Skies
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   These
                   words
                   an
                   amorous
                   pleasure
                   do
                   instil
                
                 
                   Into
                   my
                   brest
                   ,
                   my
                   thoughts
                   with
                   fancies
                   swill
                   ;
                
                 
                   Fool
                   that
                   I
                   am
                   ,
                   I
                   who
                   have
                   made
                   a
                   vow
                
                 
                   To
                   any
                   Love
                   enchantments
                   ne're
                   to
                   bow
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   who
                   two
                   Gods
                   for
                   marriage
                   did
                   refuse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Shall
                   I
                   yeild
                   now
                
                 
                   And
                   love-sick
                   grow
                   ?
                
                 
                   I
                   pray
                   retire
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   From
                   those
                   fair
                   eyes
                   I
                   will
                   not
                   part
                   ,
                
                 
                   Who
                   have
                   infus'd
                   into
                   my
                   heart
                
                 
                 
                   Grief
                   ,
                   and
                   content
                   ,
                   with
                   
                     constancy
                     ;
                  
                
                 
                   All
                   Trophies
                   of
                   your
                   
                     chastity
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   And
                   of
                   my
                   
                     Faith
                     :
                  
                   where
                   ere
                   you
                   go
                
                 
                   I
                   will
                   adore
                   your
                   shadow
                   too
                   and
                   fro
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   to
                   her self
                
                 
                   'gainst
                   such
                   a
                   charming
                   violence
                
                 
                   If
                   I
                   can
                   find
                   no
                   guard
                   or
                   fence
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   have
                   recourse
                   for
                   quenching
                   of
                   this
                   fire
                
                 
                   Unto
                   the
                   Arts
                   of
                   
                     Proteus
                  
                   my
                   great
                   Sire
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   will
                   then
                   desist
                   ,
                   unless
                   he
                   fall
                
                 
                   In
                   love
                   with
                   
                     Lions
                     ,
                     Monsters
                     ,
                     Rocks
                  
                   and
                   all
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   Dear
                   ,
                   What
                   's
                   that
                   you
                   whisper
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   May
                   your
                   laments
                
                 
                   Find
                   their
                   contents
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Oh
                   pleasing
                   accents
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   now
                   I
                   wil
                   you
                   disabuse
                   ,
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   fain'd
                   fancies
                   which
                   you
                   thus
                   amuse
                
                 
                   When
                   you
                   made
                   me
                   the
                   object
                   of
                   your
                   mind
                
                 
                   You
                   took
                   me
                   for
                   a
                   
                     Nymph
                     ,
                  
                   
                   but
                   you
                   shall
                   find
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   a
                   ravenous
                   Lion
                   ,
                   a
                   hard
                   Rock
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Monster
                   that
                   wears
                   clouds
                   in
                   lieu
                   of
                   smock
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   sweetest
                   friend
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   do
                   you
                   now
                   intend
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   wrap
                   my self
                   within
                   that
                   cloud
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Do
                   not
                   do
                   so
                   ,
                   
                   for
                   I
                   shall
                   cry
                   aloud
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   heaven
                   bless
                   me
                   ,
                   what
                   do
                   I
                   see
                   !
                
                 
                   Can
                   such
                   a
                   beauteous
                   Creature
                   turn
                   to
                   be
                
                 
                   A
                   beast
                   of
                   such
                   immane
                   ferocity
                   ?
                
                 
                   You
                   cannot
                   fright
                   me
                   ,
                   or
                   make
                   an
                   escape
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   
                     Thetis
                  
                   I
                   'l
                   pursue
                   in
                   any
                   shape
                   .
                
                 
                   What
                   do
                   I
                   see
                   ?
                   
                   This
                   shape
                   becomes
                   you
                   well
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shewes
                   that
                   you
                   are
                   cruel
                   ,
                   fierce
                   and
                   fell
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   all
                   this
                   cunning
                   will
                   not
                   serve
                   your
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   you
                   horrid
                   are
                   ,
                   the
                   more
                   I
                   burn
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Sacrifice
                   of
                   sighes
                   and
                   groans
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   offer
                   though
                   you
                   change
                   to
                   stones
                   .
                
                 
                   Dear
                   ,
                   take
                   your
                   shape
                   again
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   ease
                   me
                   of
                   this
                   pungent
                   pain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   .
                
                 
                   O
                   God
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   I
                   monstrous
                   make
                   my self
                   in
                   show
                   ,
                   
                
                 
                   The
                   more
                   my
                   spirits
                   melt
                   ,
                   and
                   gentle
                   grow
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   am
                   
                     almost
                  
                   in
                   Love
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Almost
                     !
                  
                   That
                   word
                   my
                   panting
                   brest
                   doth
                   pierce
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   shewes
                   you
                   still
                   are
                   cruel
                   ,
                   fell
                   and
                   fierce
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   lieu
                   of
                   solacing
                   my
                   love-swoln
                   mind
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   leaves
                   a
                   double
                   agony
                   behind
                   ,
                
                 
                   Ohime
                   ,
                   what
                   Lions
                   ,
                   Monsters
                   thus
                   oppose
                
                 
                   My
                   vertuous
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   themselvs
                   my
                   foes
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   to
                   her self
                   .
                
                 
                   I
                   know
                   not
                   where
                   to
                   turne
                   ,
                   my
                   spirits
                   are
                
                 
                   in
                   such
                   a
                   strange
                   confusion
                   ,
                   yet
                   I
                   dare
                
                 
                   Not
                   say
                   I
                   love
                   as
                   yet
                   ;
                   my
                   hot
                   desire
                
                 
                   I
                   will
                   suppress
                   and
                   quench
                   this
                   raging
                   fire
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   tongue
                   shall
                   give
                   my
                   heart
                   the
                   ly
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   make
                   no
                   haste
                   ,
                
                 
                   Though
                   I
                   must
                   yeild
                   at
                   last
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   is
                   no
                   remedy
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Dear
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   cast
                   on
                   him
                   a
                   pitying
                   eye
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whose
                   brest
                   for
                   thee
                   with
                   candent
                   coles
                   doth
                   fry
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   to
                   her self
                   .
                
                 
                   Distracted
                   soul
                   ,
                   't
                   is
                   too
                   too
                   true
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   must
                   bid
                   now
                   Virginity
                   adieu
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   sure
                   my
                   lips
                   and
                   faltring
                   tongue
                   doth
                   err
                   ,
                
                 
                   Oh
                   did
                   my
                   heart
                   do
                   so
                   ;
                   I
                   must
                   prefer
                
                 
                   The
                   
                     heart
                  
                   before
                   the
                   tongue
                   ,
                   because
                   the
                   
                     last
                     ▪
                  
                
                 
                   Less
                   noble
                   is
                   ;
                   i'
                   th
                   
                     Heart
                  
                   Dame
                   Nature
                   plac'd
                
                 
                   The
                   pure
                   arterial
                   and
                   illustrious
                   blood
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   fear
                   that
                   I
                   am
                   too
                   well
                   understood
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   
                     Peleus
                     .
                  
                
                 
                 
                   Ohime
                   ,
                   by
                   soft
                   degrees
                   I
                   find
                
                 
                   That
                   cunning
                   little
                   
                     God
                     ,
                  
                   though
                   
                     blind
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Doth
                   make
                   his
                   way
                   into
                   my
                   brest
                   ,
                
                 
                   Maugre
                   my self
                   ,
                   I
                   must
                   make
                   him
                   my
                   guest
                   .
                
                 
                   Yet
                   I
                   must
                   try
                   once
                   more
                   this
                   
                     Boy
                  
                   to
                   mock
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   turn
                   my self
                   into
                   a
                   senseless
                   Rock
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Have
                   I
                   again
                   lost
                   
                     Thetis
                     ?
                  
                   
                   is
                   she
                   gone
                   ?
                
                 
                   Must
                   I
                   to
                   stones
                   and
                   rocks
                   make
                   now
                   my
                   moan
                   ?
                
                 
                   O
                   precious
                   cristal
                   Rock
                   ,
                   thou
                   now
                   dost
                   hold
                
                 
                   A
                   gem
                   more
                   rich
                   then
                   Diamond
                   or
                   Gold
                   ;
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   fear
                   that
                   at
                   the
                   foot
                   of
                   this
                   hard
                   Rock
                
                 
                   My
                   Hope
                   will
                   shipwrack
                   by
                   a
                   fatal
                   shock
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   for
                   strong
                   water
                   made
                   of
                   
                     Mercury
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   I
                   'l
                   try
                   with
                   tears
                   this
                   Rock
                   to
                   mollifie
                   .
                
                 
                   My
                   heat
                   is
                   such
                   ,
                   't
                   will
                   me
                   to
                   ashes
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Then
                   will
                   I
                   make
                   this
                   precious
                   Rock
                   my
                   Urne
                   .
                
              
               
                 The
                 Rock
                 vanisheth
                 ▪
                 whereupon
                 Thetis
                 resumes
                 her
                 shape
                 and
                 speaks
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     Love
                     ,
                  
                   Lo
                   ,
                   I
                   yield
                   ,
                   I
                   can
                   no
                   more
                   resist
                
                 
                   Thy
                   all
                   subduing
                   power
                   ,
                   or
                   persist
                
                 
                   In
                   my
                   first
                   purposes
                   ,
                   thy
                   dart
                
                 
                   Hath
                   split
                   in
                   two
                   my
                   tender
                   heart
                   .
                
                 
                   Who
                   have
                   no
                   hearts
                   at
                   all
                   are
                   only
                   fit
                
                 
                   To
                   cope
                   with
                   thee
                   ,
                   and
                   fence
                   away
                   thy
                   hit
                   .
                
                 
                   Lo
                   
                     Peleus
                  
                   I
                   am
                   thine
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   in
                   a
                   kind
                   of
                   rapture
                   .
                
                 
                   Hold
                   heart
                   ,
                   do
                   not
                   too
                   wide
                   thy self
                   dilate
                   ,
                
                 
                   Lest
                   by
                   excess
                   of
                   joy
                   I
                   draw
                   my
                   fate
                
                 
                   Too
                   soon
                   upon
                   me
                   ,
                   and
                   so
                   dye
                
                 
                   Ere
                   I
                   make
                   use
                   of
                   Victory
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   And
                   you
                   my
                   faithful
                   followers
                   rejoice
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   cleave
                   the
                   air
                   with
                   your
                   triumphing
                   voice
                   :
                   
                
                 
                   You
                   have
                   been
                   sharers
                   of
                   my
                   misery
                   ,
                
                 
                   Now
                   you
                   shall
                   share
                   of
                   my
                   prosperity
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 last
                 Scene
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   Prometheus
                   ,
                
                 a
                 Quire
                 of
                 Deities
                 ,
                 
                   *
                
                 
                   Hercules
                   ,
                   Juno
                   ,
                   Hymen
                   ,
                
                 with
                 the
                 Liberal
                 and
                 Servile
                 Arts
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   and
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Now
                   our
                   Desires
                
                 
                   Do
                   flame
                   with
                   equal
                   fires
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   there
                   doth
                   nothing
                   want
                   but
                   
                     constancy
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   For
                   to
                   complete
                   both
                   our
                   Felicity
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Peleus
                   .
                
                 
                   
                     Thetis
                     ,
                  
                   Thou
                   art
                   my
                   chiefest
                   good
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   you
                   my
                   heart
                   and
                   precious
                   bloud
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   and
                   Peleus
                   
                
                 
                   Behold
                   the
                   Gods
                   are
                   come
                   to
                   be
                   our
                   Guests
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   learn
                   of
                   us
                   what
                   it
                   is
                   to
                   be
                   blest
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Peleus
                     ,
                  
                   We
                   now
                   are
                   both
                   from
                   tortures
                   free
                   ;
                
                 
                   You
                   
                     Hymen
                  
                   help'd
                   ,
                   and
                   
                     Hercules
                  
                   help'd
                   mee
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   oblige
                   us
                   further
                   ,
                   they
                   are
                   here
                
                 
                   To
                   mingle
                   joy
                   with
                   us
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   good
                   cheer
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Quire
                   of
                   Deities
                   
                
                 
                   To
                   them
                   who
                   languish
                
                 
                   In
                   pain
                   and
                   anguish
                   ,
                
                 
                   Love
                   gives
                   at
                   last
                
                 
                   A
                   sweet
                   repast
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thetis
                   ,
                   Peleus
                   ,
                   Prometheus
                   
                
                 
                   Just
                   heaven
                   ne're
                   fails
                   ,
                   and
                   Powers
                   above
                
                 
                   To
                   recompence
                   a
                   vertuous
                   constant
                   Love
                   ;
                
                 
                   Grief
                   ,
                   cares
                   ,
                   and
                   pain
                
                 
                   Turn
                   all
                   at
                   last
                   to
                   gain
                   .
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   we
                   find
                   adversity
                   to
                   be
                
                 
                   The
                   surest
                   road
                   to
                   true
                   Felicity
                   .
                
              
               
                 FINIS
                 .
              
            
          
        
      
    
     
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           Notes for div A86630e-21480
           
             *
             [
             King
             .
             ]
          
        
         
           Notes for div A86630e-30550
           
             *
             Titan
             .
          
           
             *
             Juno
             .
          
           
             A
             cloud
             appears
             .
          
           
             
               Juno
            
             with
             the
             help
             of
             the
             fishers
             and
             furies
             redeem
             her
             
          
        
         
           Notes for div A86630e-33920
           
             *
             A
             Vultur
             preying
             upon
             his
             heart
             which
             still
             renewes
             .
          
           
             *
             Jove
             .
          
           
             *
             Achilles
             .
          
           
             *
             
               Saturn
            
             thrust
             out
             of
             〈◊〉
             by
             
               Jupiter
            
             his
             son
             .
          
           
             *
             Venus
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A86630e-36580
           
             A
             cloud
             appears
             ,
             wherein
             
               Thetis
            
             enters
             .
          
           
             The
             Cloud
             vanishes
             and
             
               Thetis
            
             turns
             her self
             into
             a
             Lion
             
          
           
             She
             transforms
             her self
             into
             a
             Monster
             .
          
           
             
               Thetis
            
             resumes
             her self
             .
          
           
             
               Thetis
            
             doth
             metamorphose
             her self
             into
             a
             Rock
             .
          
           
             He
             embraceth
             the
             Rock
             ,
             and
             weeps
             upon
             it
             .
          
           
             The
             Courtiers
             ▪
             sing
             .
          
           
             *
             Who
             had
             freed
             
               Prometheus
               .
            
          
        
      
       
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