PAN'S ANNIVERSARY, &c.] This Masque, which was probably presented on New Year's day, was the last that James witnessed, as he died on the twenty-seventh of March following. It only appears in the fol. 1641, and was printed after Jonson's death. PAN'S ANNIVERSARY. The SCENE Arcadia. The Court being seated, enter three NYMPHS, strewing several sorts of flowers, followed by an old SHEPHERD, with a censer and perfumes. 1 Nym. Thus, thus begin the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights; 2 Nym. Strew, strew the glad and smiling ground With every flower, yet not confound The primrose drop, the spring's own spouse, Bright day's-eyes, and the lips of cows, 3 Nym. Drop, drop your violets, change your hues, That from your odour all may say, Shep. Well done, my pretty ones, rain roses still, Blue hare-bells, pagles, pansies, calaminth, That when the altar, as it ought, is drest, Loud Music. The Scene opens, and the MASQUERS are discovered sitting about the Fountain of Light, with the Musicians, attired like the Priests of Pan, standing in the work beneath them. Enter a Fencer, flourishing. Fen. Room for an old trophy of time; a son of Your fragrant prickles.] So the gardeners still call the light open wicker baskets, in which flowers are brought to market. The colours China,] This is the earliest allusion that I have found to the beautiful colouring of this ware; which now began to make its appearance in the shops, or, as they were called, China-houses of the capital. the sword, a servant of Mars, the minion of the muses, and a master of fence! One that hath shown his quarters, and played his prizes at all the games of Greece in his time; as fencing, wrestling, leaping, dancing, what not? and hath now usher'd hither, by the light of my long sword, certain bold boys of Boeotia, who are come to challenge the Arcadians at their own sports, call them forth on their own holyday, and dance them down on their own green-swarth. Shep. 'Tis boldly attempted, and must be a Baotian enterprise, by the face of it, from all the parts of Greece else, especially at this time, when the best, and bravest spirits of Arcadia, called together by the excellent Crcas, are yonder sitting about the Fountain of Light, in consultation of what honours they may do to the great Pan, by increase of anniversary rites, fitted to the music of his peace. Fen. Peace to thy Pan, and mum to thy music, swain: there is a tinker of Thebes a coming, called Epam, with his kettle, will make all Arcadia ring of him: What are your sports for the purpose? say, if singing, you shall be sung down; if dancing, danced down. There is no more to be done with you, but know what; which it is; and you are in smoke, gone, vapoured, vanished, blown, and, as a man would say, in a word of two syllables, nothing. Shep. This is short, though not so sweet. Surely the better part of the solemnity here will be dancing. Fen. Enough: they shall be met with instantly in their own sphere, the sphere of their own activity, a dance. But by whom, expect: no Cynætheian, nor Satyrs; but, as I said, boys of Boeotia, things of Thebes, (the town is ours, shepherd) mad merry Greeks, lads of life, that have no gall in us, but all air and sweetness. A tooth-drawer is our foreman, that if there be but a bitter tooth in the company, it may be called out at a twitch: he doth command any man's teeth out of his head upon the point of his poniard; or tickles them forth with his riding rod: he draws teeth a horse-back in full speed, yet he will dance a foot, he hath given his word: he is yeoman of the mouth to the whole brotherhood, and is charged to see their gums be clean, and their breath sweet, at a minute's warning. Then comes my learned Theban, the tinker, I told you of,' with his kettle drum, before and after, a master of music, and a man of metal, he beats the march to the tune of Ticklefoot, Pam, Pam, Pam, brave Epam with a Nondas. That's the strain. Shep. A high one! Fen. Which is followed by the trace, and tract of an excellent juggler, that can juggle with every joint about him, from head to heel. He can do tricks with his toes, wind silk, and thread pearl with them, as nimble a fine fellow of his 3 Then comes my learned Theban, the tinker, I told you of.] In Lear, the poor old king says, "I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban." On which Steevens observes, " Ben Jonson, in his Masque of Pan's Anniversary, has introduced a tinker, whom he calls a learned Theban, perhaps in ridicule of this passage." The ridicule (if ridicule there be) must be in the word learned, for (though Steevens was ignorant of it) the tinker actually was a Theban: as he was also a master of music, the epithet does not seem to be very much out of its place. But, " perhaps," Jonson laid the scene of this grave Antimasque in Greece, that he might have an opportunity of " ridiculing Shakspeare;" and this I take to be the case, as Thebes is not particularly celebrated for the musical talents of its tinkers. The commen. tators should consider this well. |