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Such as not seeke to get the start
In state, by power, parts, or bribes, Ambition's bawdes: but move the tribes By vertue, modestie, desert. Such as to justice will adhere,
What ever great one it offend :
And from the' embraced truth not bend For envie, hatred, gifts, or feare.
And call their diligence deceipt;
Their watchfulnesse but lying in wait;
O, let us pluck this evill seed
Lest we seeme falne (if this endures)
To love disease: and brooke the cures
GLAD time is at this point arriv'd
For which love's hopes were so long liv'd.
Lead, Hymen, lead away;
And let no object stay,
Nor banquets (but sweet kisses)
''T is Cupid cals to arme; And this his last alarme.
Shrink not, soft virgin, you will love,
Helpe, youths and virgins, help to sing
From forth the mother's lap2,
See Hesperus is yet in view!
Whose light doth still adorne
Haste, tender lady, and adventer;
2 The bride was always fain'd to be ravished, ex gremio matris: or (if she were wanting) ex proxima necessitudine, because that had succeeded well to Romulus, who by force gat wives for him and his, from the Sabines. See Fest. and that of Catul. Qui rapis teneram ad virum virginem.
That he might wealthy be,
3 When he is Phosphorus, yet the same star, as I have noted before.
4 At the entrance of the bride, the custome was to give her the keyes, to signifie that she was abso
1 This poeme had for the most part versum inter-lute mistris of the place, and the whole disposition calarem or carmen Amabæum: yet that not always of the family at her care. one, but oftentimes varied, and sometimes neglected in the same song, as in ours you shall find observed.
5 This was also another rite: that she might not touch the threshold as she entred, but was lifted over it. Servius saith, because it was sacred to Vesta. Plut. in Quæst. Rom. remembers divers causes. But that, which I take to come neerest the truth, was only the avoyding of sorcerous drugs, used by witches to be buried under that place, to the destroying of marriage-amity, or the power of generation. See Alexand. in Genialib, and Christ. Landus upon Catul.
For this, looke Fest. in Voc. Rapi.
Quickly, dame, then, bring your part in, Spurre, spurre, upon little Martin, Merrily, merrily, make him saile,
A worme in his mouth, and a thorne in 's taile, Fire above, and fire below,
With a whip i' your hand, to make him go.
O, now she's come! Let all be dumbe.
Well done, my Hags. And, come we fraught with spight,
To overthrow the glory of this night? Holds our great purpose? HAG. Yes. DAM. But want's there none
Of our just number? HAG. Call us one, by one, And then our Dame shall see. DAM. First, then, advance
My drowsie servant, stupide Ignorance,
DAM. Joyne now our hearts, we faithfull opposites To Fame and Glory. Let not these bright nights Of honour blaze, thus to offend our eyes; Shew our selves truely envious, and let rise Our wonted rages: do what may beseeme Such names and natures; Vertue else will deeme Our powers decreas'd, and think us banish'd Earth, No lesse than Heaven. All her antique birth, As Justice, Faith, she will restore; and, bold Upon our sloth, retrive her age of gold. We must not let our native manners, thus, Corrupt with ease. Ill lives not, but in us, I hate to see these fruits of a soft peace, And curse the piety gives it such increase. Let us disturbe it then, and blast the light; Mixe Hell with Heaven, and make Nature fight Within her selfe; loose the whole henge of things: And cause the ends run back, into their springs. HAG. What our Dame bids us do,
We are ready for. DAM. Then fall too.
1. I have been, all day, looking after
2. I have beene gathering wolves' haires,
3. I, last night, lay all alone
O' the ground, to heare the mandrake grone; And pluckt him up, though he grew full low; And, as I had done, the cocke did crow.
4. And I ha' beene choosing out this scull,
5. Under a cradle I did creepe,
6. I had a dagger: what did I with that? Kill'd an infant, to have his fat.
A piper it got, at a church-ale,
I bade him, againe blow wind i' the taile.
7. A murderer, yonder, was hung in chaines, The Sun and the wind had shrunk his veines; I bit off a sinew, I clipp'd his haire.
I brought off his rags, that danc'd i' the ayre.
8. The scritch-owles' egs, and the feathers black,
9. And I ha' been plucking (plants among)
10. I, from the jaws of a gardiner's bitch,
11. I went to the toad breeds under the wall, I charm'd him out, and he came at my call; I scratch'd out the eyes of the owle before,
I tore the bat's wing; what would you have more?
Yes, I have brought (to helpe our vows)
[Here, the Dame put her selfe in the midst of them, and began her following invocation; wherein she tooke occasion, to boast all the power attributed to witches by the ancients; of which, every poet for the most) doe give some: Homer to Circe, in the Odyss.; Theocritus to Simatha, in Pharmaceutria; Virgil to Alphesibæus, in his. Ovid to Dipsas, in Amor. to Medea and Circe, in Metamorph. Tibullus to Saga; Horace to Camidia, Sagana, Veia, Folia; Seneca to Medea, and the nurse, in Herc. Ete. Petr. Arbiter to his Saga, in Frag. and Claudian to Megæra, lib. 1. in Rsfinum; who takes the habit of a witch, as these do, and supplies that historicall part in the poems, beside her morall person of a Fury; confirming the same drift, in ours.]