The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

XXI.

THE SECULAR MASQUE1

Enter JANUS.

Janus. CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace;
An hundred times the rolling sun

Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.

Behold, behold the goal in sight,

Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter CHRONOS, with a scythe in his hand, and a globe on his back; which he sets down at his entrance.

Chronos. Weary, weary of my weight,

Let me, let me drop my freight,

And leave the world behind.

I could not bear,

Another year,

The load of human kind.

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This Masque, with the song of a scholar and his mistress, was performed in 1700, for the author's benefit, with the play of the Pilgrim, altered by Sir John Vanbrugh, his fortune and health being at that time in a declining state.

Enter MOMUS, laughing.

Momus. Ha ha! ha! ha! ha ha! well hast thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back.

The world was a fool, ere since it begun,

And since neither Janus nor Chronos, nor I,

Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

"Tis better to laugh than to cry.

Chorus of all three. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.
Janus. Since Momus comes to laugh below,
Old time begin the show,

That he may see, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been.

Chronos. Then goddess of the silver bow begin. [Horns, or hunting-music within.]

Enter DIANA.

Diana. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day,
And hie to the woodland walks away;

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I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a waxing moon ; 30
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,

And chase the wild goats o'er summits of rocks;
With shouting and hooting we pierce through

the sky,

And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

Chorus of all. With shouting and hooting we pierce through

the sky,

And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

Janus. Then our age was in its prime :

Chronos. Free from rage:

Diana.

And free from crime.

Momus. A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. Chorus of all. Then our age was in its prime,

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Free from rage, and free from crime,
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
[Dance of Diana's attendants.]

Enter MARS.

Mars. Inspire the vocal brass, inspire;
The world is past its infant age:

Arms and honour,

Arms and honour,

Set the martial mind on fire,
And kindle manly rage.

Mars has look'd the sky to red;
And Peace, the lazy god, is fled.
Plenty, peace, and pleasure fly;
The sprightly green,

In woodland walks, no more is seen;

The sprightly green has drunk the Tyrian dye.

Chorus of all. Plenty, peace, &c.

Mars.

Sound the trumpet, beat the drum ;

Through all the world around,

Sound a reveillie, sound, sound,

The warrior god is come.

Chorus of all. Sound the trumpet, &c.

Momus. Thy sword within the scabbard keep,
And let mankind agree;

Better the world were fast asleep,

Than kept awake by thee.

The fools are only thinner,

With all our cost and care;

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But neither side a winner,

For things are as they were.

Chorus of all. The fools are only, &c.

Enter VENUS.

Venus. Calms appear when storms are past;
Love will have his hour at last :

Nature is my kindly care;

Mars destroys, and I repair;
Take me, take me, while you may,
Venus comes not every day.

Chorus of all. Take her, take her, &c.
Chronos. The world was then so light,

I scarcely felt the weight;

Joy ruled the day, and Love the night.

But, since the queen of pleasure left the ground,
I faint, I lag,

And feebly drag

The ponderous orb around.

Momus. All, all of a piece throughout;

[Pointing to Diana.] Thy chase had a beast in view; [To Mars.] Thy wars brought nothing about;

[To Venus.] Thy lovers were all untrue.

Janus. 'Tis well an old age is out.

Chronos. And time to begin a new.
Cho. of all.

All, all of a piece throughout;
Thy chase had a beast in view:
Thy wars brought nothing about;
Thy lovers were all untrue.
"Tis well an old age is out,

And time to begin a new.

Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers.

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XXII.

SONG OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS,

WHO, BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER; AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM.

[Music within.]

The Lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper.

Phillis.

LOOK, look I see-I see my love appear!

"Tis he'Tis he alone;

For, like him, there is none:

'Tis the dear, dear man, 'tis thee, dear.

Amyntas. Hark! the winds war;

The foamy waves roar;

I see a ship afar :

Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore:
But what's that I view,

So radiant of hue,

St Hermo, St Hermo, that sits upon the sails?
Ah! No, no, no.

St Hermo never, never shone so bright;

"Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a

light;

"Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the ship

alone,

For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is

overblown.

Phillis. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. Amyntas. If all the fates combine,

And all the furies join,

I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through

the charm.