They'll rather fall upon the place, You are but men at best, they say, Cup. [to the King.] You, sir, that are the lord of Time, 'Gainst majesty, that Love and Sport Cup. [to the Lords.] My lords, the honours of the crown, [Pause. [Pause. Sport. Trust nothing that the boy lets fall, Cup. [Pause. Sport. Cup. Of Love for this: they shall command And kill the flies? Alas, thy service they despise. These dames, They need not Love's, they've Nature's flames. Sport. Cupid, you must not point in court, Of Harmony these learn'd their speech, They danced your mother down. She calls. Young bloods come on, And charge; let every man take one. Cup. Sport. Cup. Sport. These are fair wars; And will be carried without scars. Cup. And try his fate. A joining, but of feet, and hands, Is all the Time, and Love commands. Sport. Or if you do their gloves off-strip, The REVELS follow; which ended, the Chorus appear again, and DIANA descends to HIPPOLITUS, the whole scene being changed into a wood, out of which he comes. Cho. The courtly strife is done, it should appear, We hope that now these lights will know their sphere, And strive hereafter to shine ever here : In the eye of Time, and orbs of Love. Dia. Hippolitus, Hippolitus! Dia. She. Be ready you, or Cephalus, Hip. We ever be. Dia. Your goddess hath been wrong'd to-night, Which only Fame hath made a crime, And hath his ears as perfect as his eyes. Sat. Who's that descends? Diana? Vot. Yes. Ven. Belike her troop she hath begun to miss. Sat. Let's meet, and question what her errand is. Hip. She will prevent thee, Saturn, not t'excuse Herself unto thee, rather to complain Dia. That thou and Venus both should so abuse And it is. I call'd these youths forth in their blood, and prime, Out of the honour that I bore their parts, By labour, riding, and those ancient arts, Hip. As Perseus, Castor, Pollux, and the rest, Who were of hunters first, of men the best; Whose shades do yet remain within yond' groves, Themselves there sporting with their nobler loves. Dia. And so may these do, if the Time give leave. Sat. Chaste Dian's purpose we do now conceive, And yield thereto. Ven. And so doth Love. Vot. All votes do in one circle move. Grand Cho. Turn hunters then, Again. Hunting, it is the noblest exercise, The memory, good horsemanship, Turn hunters then, Again, But not of men. And just example, That hates all chase of malice, and of blood: To keep soft peace in breath. But strike the enemies of man; Kill vices if you can: They are your wildest beasts, And when they thickest fall, you make the gods true feasts. Thus it ended. |