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THE FIFTH SONG
Til his high will was done. The Olympian And not a creature nighi 'em,
Might catch his sigh as he doth passe,
When all is done as they ascend.
To the man, and to the bride:
If there be a joy yet new Behold Jove's altar and his blessed priests In marriage, let it fall on you, Moving about it: come you holy men,
That all the world may wonder: And with your voices draw these youths along, If we should stay we should do worse, That till Jove's music call them to their games, And turne our blessings to a curse, Their active sports may give a blest content
By keeping you asunder. To those for whom they are againe begun.
THE FIRST SONG.
THE PROLOGUE TO THE MAD LOYER.
THE SECOND SONG
THE THIRD SONG
PROLOGUES, EPILOGUES, AND SONGS TO When the priests descend, and the knights follow
SEVERALL PLAIES. them.
WRITTEN BY MR. FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Suake off your heavy trance And leape into a dance, Such as no mortals use to tread, Fit only for Apollo To play to, for the moon to lead,
To please all's impossible, and to despaire
Ruines our selves, and damps the writer's care:
But we must venture; now to sea we go,
Faire fortune with us, give us roome and blow:
Remember y'are all venturers; and in this play On, blessed youths, for Jove doth pause,
How many twelvepences ye have stowed this day; Laying aside his graver laws
Remember for returne of your delight, For this device:
We lanch and plough through stormes of feare and And at the wedding such a paire
spight:. Each dance is taken for a prayer,
Give us your forewinds fairely, fill our wings, Each song a sacrifice.
And steere us right, and as the sailers sing,
And you our noble merchants, for your treasure, After their many dances, when they are to take Share equally the fraught, we run for pleasure.
the ladies single. More pleasing were these sweet delights, If ladies mov'd as well as knights;
Here lies the doubt now, let our plaies be good, Run every one of you and catch
Our own care sayling equall in this floud ; A nymph in honour of this match,
Our preparations new, new our attire, And whisper boldly in her eare,
Yet here we are becalm'd still, still i'th' mire ; Jove will but laugh if you forsweare.
Here we stick fast, is there no way to cleare
No mitigation of that law? brave friends,
Consider we are yours, made for your ends, That we his priests should all absolve.
And every thing preserves it selfe, each will,
If not perverse and crooked, utters still,
The best of that it ventures in : have care
Even for your pleasure's sake, of what you are, When they have parted with the ladies, a shrill
And do not ruine all ; you may frowne still mus que sounds, supposed to be that which cals
But 'tis the nobler way to check the will.
FIRST SONG TO THE MAD LOYER.
STRE. Onpheus, I am come from the deeps below Gave Time wild wings to fly away,
To thee, fond man, the plagues of love to show, Has now no power to make him stay;
To the faire fields, where loves eternall dwell, And though these games must needs be played, There's none that come, but first they passe I would these paire when they are layed,
Harke and beware, unlesse thou hast lor'd ever, The rant-guard marches bravely, hark the drumas
Belor'd againe, thou shalt see those joyes never. dub, dub. Marke how they groane that dyed despairing, They meet, they meet, now the battle comes; O lake heed then :
See how the arrors fie,
That darken all the skie;
Harke how the trumpets sound,
Harke how the bils rebonnd-tara, tara, tara. They lose their naine,
Harke how the borses charge in boyes, in boys in, And they that bleed,
The battle torters, now the wounds begio, (lara, tara, Harke how they speed.
O how thy cry, Now in cold frosts, now srorching Gres,
O how they dye. They sit and curse their lust desires :
Roome for the valiant Memnon armed with thundet, Nor shall their soules be free from pains and feares, See how he breakes the rankes asunder: Till women waft them over in their teares.
They fly, they ny, Eumenes bath the chase,
And brave Politins makes good his place.
To the plaines, to the woods,
To the rocks, to the douds,
They fly for sncrour: follow, follow, follor,
Harke how the souldiers bollow; [hey, Ley.-CAA. Who cals the ferry-man of Hell?
Brave Diocles is dead, ORPH. Come neare
And all his souldiers Bed, And say who lives in joy, and whom in feare.
The battle's won and lost, CHA. Those that dye well, eternall joy shall follow;
That many a life bath cast. Those that dye ill, their own foule fate shall
swallow. ORPA. Shall thy black barke those guilty spirits That kill theinselves for love.
THE PROLOGUE TO THE SPANISH CHA. O no, no,
ORPR. What lorers passe and in Elysium raigne? A new one too, and that 'tis lanch'd to day,
The name ye know, that's nothing to my story; OKPH. This souldier loves, and faine wonld dye
To tell you 'tis familiar, void of glory, Shall be go on?
Of state, of bitternesse of wit you'l say, CHA. No, 'tis too foule a sin,
For that is now held wit that tends that way, lle must not come aboard; I dare not row,
Which we avoid to tell you too, till merry, Stormes of despaire and guilty bloud will blow.
And ineane to make you pleasant, and not weary: ORPR. Sball time release him, say?
The streame that guides ye easie to attend cas. No, no, no, 10,
To tell you that 'tis guod is to no end, Nor time, nor death can alter is, nor prayer;
If you beleeve iyot; nay to go thus far, My hoat is destiny, and who then dare,
To sweare it, if you sweare against it, were But those appointe, come aboard? Live still
To assure you any thing, unlesse you gee,
And so conceire, is vanity in me;
Like a good barque.it may worke out to day, ORPII. Till vben be wise.
And stem all doubts; 'twas built for such a proose, CHA. Till when be wise,
And we hope high!y, if she lie aloofe
Why, let her worke, only be you but still,
And sweet opinion'd, and we are bound to say, Soft and gentle as thy doves,
You are worthy judges, and you crown the play. Humble eyed, and ever ruing Those poore hearts their loves pursuing. O thou mother of delights,
The play is done, yet our suite nerer enris, Crowner of all happy nights,
Still when you part you would still part our friends, Star of deare cootent and pleasure,
Oar noblest friends; if onght have falae amisse, Of matuall love the endlesse treasure,
Oh let it be sufficient that it is, Accept this sacrifice we bring;
And you have pardon'd it; in buildings great Thou continuall youth and spring,
All the whole body cannot be so beat Grapt this lady her desires,
But something may be mended; those are faire, And every houre wee'l crown thy fires.
And worthy lave, that may destroy, but spare THE FOURTH SONG TO THE MAD LOVER. ARNE, arme, arme, arme, the scouts are all come in, Keep your rankes close, and now your honour wio. Behold from yonder bill the foe appeares,
PROLOGUE TO THE FRENCH LAWYER Bows, bils, glaves, arrows, shields, and speares, Like a darke wood be comes, or tempest powring; To promise much before a play begin, O view the wings of horse the meadows scowring. And when 'tis done aske pardon, were a sin
THE THIRD SONG TO THE MAD LOVER.
Wee'l not be guilty of: and to excuse
And we beleeve them, the plot neat and new,
GENTI FMEN, I am sent forth to enquire what you decree Of us and our poets, they will be This night exceeding inerry, so will we; If you approve their labours they professe, You are their patrons, and we say no lesse ; Resolve us then, for you can only tell Whether we have done idly, or done well.
THE EPILOGUE. , Why there should be an epilogue to a play, I know no cause, the old and usuall way for which they were made, was to entreat the grace Of such as were spectators in this place; And time, 'tis to no purpose, for I know What you resolve already to bestow Will not be alter'd, whatsoe're I say In the behalfe of us, and of the play, Only to quit our doubts, if you thinke fit, You may, or cry it up, or silence it.
ANOTHER PROLOGUE FOR THE SAME PLAY.
FIRST SONG TO THE PLAY,
CALLED TUE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER, CALI ED AN
EPITHAIAMINE SONG, AT TAE WEDDING.
We wish, if it were possible, you knew
SECOND SONG TO THE LITTLE FRENCII LAWYER,
CALLED, SONG IN THE WOOD.
Trus way, this way, come and hear,
tbis way seeke delight.
I SPEAKE much in the prologue for the play,
THE PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY,
CALLED, THE CUSTOME OF THE COUNTREY. So free this worke is (gentlemen) from offence, That we are confident it needs no defence From us, or from the pacts, we dare looke On any man that brings his table booke To write down what again he may repeat At some great table, to deserve his meat; Let such come swel'd with malice to apply What is mirth here, there for an injury. Nor lord, nor lady we have tax’d, nor statc, Nor any private person, their poore hate Will be starv'd here, for envy shall not find One touch that may be wrested to her mind;. And yet despaire not gentlemen, the play Is quick and witty, so the poets say.
THE PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY,
CALLED, TIE NOBLE GENTLEMAN. Wit is become an antic, and puts on As many shapes of variation, To court the times' applause, as the times dare Change severall fashions, nothing is thought rare Which is not new and follow'd; yet me know That what was worne some twenty yeare ago, Comes into grace againe, and we pursue That custome by presenting to your view A play in fashion then, not doubting now But 'twill appeare the same, if you allow
THE THIRD SONG.
Worth to their noble memory, whose name,
THE SECOND SONG.
Away, delights, go seeke some other dwelling,
For I inust dye;
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lye after lye.
Alas for pitty go
And fire their hearts
Never againe deluding love shall know me,
For I will dye:
Shall be as I;
For ever will 1 sleepe while poore
maids cry, CALLED, THE CAPTAINE.
Alas, for pity stay,
And let us dye, To please you with this play we feare will be (So does the author too) a mystery
With thee men cannot mock us in the day.
Of joyes still growing,
Greene, fresh, and lusty, as the pride of spring, nor any thing that may
And ever blowing; (Yet in a weeke) be made a perfect play:
Come hither, youths that blush and dare not know Yet those that love to laugh, and those that think
What is desire, Twelve pence goes further this way than in drinke,
And old men worse than you, that cannot blow
One sparke of tire;
And with the power of my enchanting song
Boyes shall be able men, and old men yong.
Leave off complaining,
Youth, strength, and beauty that shall never dye, (My honour done) you are welcome gentleinen.
Are here remaining.
From being blest,
And mad men worse than you, that suffer wrong,
Yet seeke no rest;
And in an houre with my enchanting song
You shall be ever pleas'd, and young maids long.
SONG TO THE PLAY,
and care away: this is beggers FIRST SONG TO THE PLAY, CALLED, THE CAPTAINE.
[and sing ; Tell me dearest what is love?
At the crowning of our king thus we ever dance 'Tis a lightning froin above,
In the world look out and see, wher so happy a 'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire,
(do we; 'Tis a boy they call desire.
Where the nation live so free, and so merry as
Be it peace, or be it war, here at liberty we are, Gapes to have
And enjoy our ease and rest, to the field we are Those poore foules that long to prove.
not prest :
[gown, 1. Tell me more, are women true?
Nor are call'd into the town to be troubled with the 2. Yes some are, and some as you;
Hang all offices we cry, and the magistrate too by ; Some are willing, some are strange,
When the subsidies encreast, we are not a penny
[straw, Since you men first taught to change.
Now will any goe to law with the begger for a
prince as he
BOTII. 'Tis a grave
Be in both,
Faith will be
THE PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY,
CALLED, THE COXCOMBE.
And to your noble censures does present
Shut up, beauty is like Gre Her ontward forme, and inward ornainent.
That breakes out clearer still and higher ; Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known Though your body be contin'd, The makers that contest it for their own,
And lost love a pris'njer bound,
Even the fetters that you weare.
Bids thee (great Cæsar) understand
And marke our customes, and first kuow, That fault's reform’d, and now 'tis to be tri'd
With greedy eyes, these watch the flow
Of plenteons Nilus, when he comes
With songs, with dances, tinbrels, drums, But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,
They entertaine him, cut his way,
And give bis proud leads leave to play i Anil give you cause (and with content) to say,
Nilus himselfo shall rise and shew Their care was good that did revive this play.
His matchlesse wealth in overflow.
TRE SECOND SONG.
THE THIRD SONG. 'Tis ended, but ny hopes and feare begin, Nor can it be inputed as a sin
CONE let us help the reverend Nylc, In me to wish it favour, if this night
He's very old (alas the while),
Let us dig him easie waies,
To delight his streais, let's sing
Fall into our new made beds ;
Frisk and glide it o're the lawns;
This way profit comes and gaine,
How he tumbles here amaine, The subject being old and 'tis as true ;
How his waters haste to fall Fresh and neat matier may with ease be fram'd In our cbannell, labour all Out of their stories, that have oft been nam'd
And let him in: lat Nilus flow, With glory on the stage: what borrows he
And perpetual plenty show ; From him that wrought old Priatn's tragedy
With incense let is blesse the brini, That writes his love to Hecuba ? sure to tell
And as the wauton lisbes swim, Of Cæsar's amorous heats, and how he fell
Let us gims, and garlands fiius,
And laud our timbrels ring,
Isis. Here comes the aged river now, Express'd to th' height, with us a maid and free, With garlands of great pea: le bis brow And how be rated her virginity:
Begirt and rounded, in his flow We treat pot of what boldnesse she did dye,
All things take life, and all things grow; Nor of her fatall love to Antony ;
thousand wealthy treasure's still What we present and offer to your view
To do him service at his vill, (Upon their faiths) the stage yet never knew ;
Follow his rising floud, and powre Let reason ihen first to your wils give laws,
Perpetuall blessings in our store. And after judge of them, and of their cause.
Heare him, and next there will advance
His sacred heads to tread a dance
In honour of my rorall guest,
Marke them too, and you have a feast. I now should wish another had my place, But that I hope to come off, and with grace, And but expresse some signe that you are pleas'd, We of our doubts, they of their feares are eas'd;
MAKE roome, for my rich waters' fall, I would beg further (gentlemen) and much say
And blesse my floud, In the favour of our selves, them, and the play,
Nylus come flowing to you all Did I not rest assur'd ? the most ) see
Encrease and good. Hate impudence, and cherish modesty,
Now the plants and towers shall sprig..
And the merry ploughman sing.
Bread, and wine, and every thing i
Sing aloud that I may rise
THE FOURTH SOXG.