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A36756
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Beauties triumph a masque / written by T. Duffett.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1676
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Wing D2444; ESTC R4284
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curl'd Let their envenom dâ—spight a' round be hurlâ—d And ghastly mischief fright the sleepy world Chorus Take all the Furies c. Exeunt Fate and the Three Sisters Discord What hoe you dismal haggs What hoe you dismal haggs that hate the light Daughters of dreadful Styx and dreary Night You snakie Sisters rise with threatning hands Shake your steel'd whips and wave your smoakie brands Enter the Three Furies 1 Fur. The news 2. The news 3. The news All. The news fierce Discord quickly tell the news Discord Listen dire messengers of angry fate All whisper and mutter together 1 Fur. Enough 2. Enough 3. Enough we will about it strait All. Enough we will about it strait A Song in two Stanza's Disc. Lean Vertue shall down with her barren reward When Discord comes on she 'l no longer be heard 1 Fur. Great Power and Wisedom and Beauty we 'l sever 2 Fur. And singly destroy what would conquer together 3 Fur. The fair shall be foolish the wise shall be mad And by their delusions the great be misled Chorus The fair c. Disc. The Gallant shall swear and the Nymph shall be kind But both shall prove false to the Love they design'd 1 Fur. The wise shall for power and wealth be too zealous 2 Fur. The great of their plotting and pride shall be jealous 3 Fur. And when the whole World 's in confusion again The Furies and Discord shall pleasantly reign Chorus And when c. A Dance by Discord and the Furies Exeunt all The Scene is chang'd to a pleasant Landschape of a flowrie Mountain c. Iuno Pallas and Venus enter attended by Iris and many Nymphs the Goddesses lay their hands on a Garland of Laurel Bayes and Myrtle It Thunders and Lightens All this Scene is spoken Iuno Our Sacred Union all the Gods approve And send this thundring message from above To grace the Sister and the Wife of Iove Iris my swift Embassadress be gone Clap thy light wings and shining colours on And let our Union round the world be known Iris. Great Queen of Gods and Empress of the Skies Whose fair plum'd team adorn'd with Argus eyes Eclipse the splendour of my brightest Dyes My painted Throne with watry Clouds I 'le build Which with more various colours shall be fill'd Then flowrie Springs or gaudy Summers yield When wondring Mortals from their houses run To see my Glories far out-shine the Sun The will of Royal Iuno shall be known Iuno Rich Embassies the wills of Kings declare What then should mine to whom great Monarchs are Like twinkling Glow-worms to the Morning-Star Juno and Iris seem to talk together Venus Is this the Union this the equal sway I 'le rather Fate 's than Iuno's pow'r obey The will of Royal Iuno And is not Venus worthy of a name My Beautie 's greater and as great my Fame Pallas Fair Queen of Love let not the rash mistake Of that untutor'd Maid a diff'rence make My honour is an equal suff'rer made And with your fame shall Pallas shine or fade But let not Passion be too fast obey'd Passion commits more crimes then it can find It shakes the soul like a tempestuous wind The Senses slave but Tyrant of the mind Venus Sister of much-lov'd Mars Goddess of Arms Thy Prudence conquers whom thy Beauty warms I yield as all must to thy pow'rfull charms Pallas Iuno does private pow'r in vain pursue While Beauties Goddess is to Pallas true Beauty and Wit the highest pow'rs subdue Iuno to Iris. Thou dost the full of our great purpose know Ascend and from thy party-colour'd bow Proclaim it to the list'ning world below Exit Iris. Now Fate deluded mortals shall no more Dread thy feign'd Laws and thy fantastick pow'r But with glad hearts our sacred Shrines adore Our Rites were lost our Temples were prophan'd No Praise or Sacrifice our Altars gain'd No pow'r forsooth could change what Fate ordain'd Pallas So far this wild Imposture has been hurl'd Gypsies and Star-gazers command the world Venus Th' are Fate 's Viceroys dispose of ev'ry heart From Sacred Love the giddy Youth depart And marry by the Stars vain rules of Art Iuno Iuno 's not call'd to kindle Hymen's fire And bless the Nuptial-bed with chast desire But Fate with Avarice base knots conspire Pallas Then bloudy Discord with a Hellish throng Of Furies houl the Hymeneal Song And make the hated Marriage-night seem long Iuno They rise seek lawless Love in sev'ral rooms And cry Alas who can avoid their dooms Thus rigid Fate a gentle Bawd becomes Venus Then with unhallow'd breath they spot my name And on my Innocence would lay their shame I cherish none but chast and virtuous flame Iuno The lazie drone lies stretch'd upon the floor Cries Destiny compels him to be poor He lyes What am not I the Queen of Pow'r Pallas The wild debauch 'gainst Heav'n makes open War And lays his crimes upon his harmless Star As if that caus'd that did the guilt declare Iuno Mankind no more in slav'ry shall remain Long banish'd Justice shall to Earth again And Vertue o're insulting Fate shall reign I 'le give her pow'r unlimited to share The highest blessings of the Field or Chair Among the good the painfull chast and fair Pall. Prudence I 'le give and an enlighten'd mind To teach her where she may be wisely kind Ven. Beauty I 'le give in blooming youth enshrin'd Beauty which Monarchs more than Empire prize Which makes the Hero brave and States-man wise For which the wretched lives and happy dies Iuno Fortune shall still command the ign'rant Fool But those that live in spotless Virtue 's School O're the severest Destiny shall rule Enter Iris. Iris. Hail mighty Queens of conquer'd Fate Iuno Quickly thy progress and success relate Iris. No sooner from my arched Throne Which with unusual Beauties shone Did I Fate 's sudden fall proclaim But ev'ry word by greedy Fame Was to a thousand ecchoes sent And posted through each Element Like Lightning 't was dispers'd a-round And Thunder eccho'd from the ground Such joyfull shouts were upward sent As shook Heav'ns lofty battlement My painted bow their vigour felt And to a pearlie show'r did melt Heark the impatient Crowd draws near Musick heard To let their hasty joys appear Two of Fate 's notorious cheats About the Mount the Rabble beats Iuno In yond bright cloud conceal'd let 's lye While the rejoycing Crowd pass by Exeunt omnes After a flourish of Violins Rechorders Flajolets c. an Astrologer with a Globe in his hand and a Fortune-telling woman enter pursu'd by Shepherds and Shepherdesses Chorus of Shepherds and Shepherdesses to which all Dance and drive off the Astrologer and woman Be gone you Deluders your Traffick is o're Your Figures and Canting shall cheat us no more Song by a Shepherdess Come come away To solemnize this happy day With joyfull cries Let 's rend the skies For Fortune's fall is Virtue 's rise Chorus of all with Musick
shall remove But never shall Paris be false to his Love Oenone And will you always be thus kind to me Paris By all those powers that our actions see I will Oenone Yet yet yet you may deceive Paris O cruel will you ne're believe Oenone I do I do and will no longer grieve Paris We 'l love while we live and we 'l live without care Together we 'l dye and we 'l make but one Star To which happy Lovers shall offer their pray'r Chorus of all Voices and Instruments We 'l love c. Together c. To which c. A Dance Enter Iris and speaks to Paris Iris. Hail thou most beauteous youth hail Princely Swain Thou pride of Shepherds glory of the Plain The motto on this Golden Apple writ Three pow'rfull Goddesses at strife has set Let it be giv'n to her that is most fair Thy prudent Judgment must their right declare To thee their doubtfull Titles they submit Thou now art Lord of Beauty Pow'r and Wit Enter Juno Pallas and Venus attended by a great Train Iuno Spoken If for Iuno thou declare Crowns and Empire are thy share Laurels on thy brow I 'le show'r And all the tempting sweets of pow'r Enter a Spaniard with a Crown in one hand and a Laurel in the other he lays them at Paris's feet Song in praise of Power Oh how sweet it is to reign How delightfull 't is to see The begging eye and bended knee To hear the guilded Palace ring With praises of the King Kings are Gods and from the lofty Throne On all the rest of men look down All bow to them but they submit to none With frowns they kill And with a smile More ravishing delights they move Then all the fading sweets of Love Pleasure and Treasure and Beauty are theirs To sweeten their Cares All Nature gives or Art can find To please the sense and ease the mind The Gods for Monarchs did ordain Oh how sweet it is to reign The Spaniard dances a Saraband in honour of Iuno Et Exit Enter an Amazon with a Mitre and Sword which she lays at Paris's feet Pallas Spoken If Pallas gain the envy'd prize Though thou to Empire dost not rise Great Monarchs shall yield To thy Counsel at home and thy Sword in the field Song in praise of Wisdom Why should short-liv'd mortals strive to gain Guilded cares and glorious pain 'T is not powers boundless sway Nor all the guards that wait upon A shining Throne Can drive intruding care away Wisdom's sacred pow'r can bind The raging passions of the mind He that has attain'd to that Is the Emperour of Fate Rough tempests that make Kingdoms roul Against his breast in vain do beat They cannot shake his fixed soul But must like vanquish'd waves retreat No restless wish no trembling fear Or fierce despair can enter there Vain love cold death or hasty time Have neither darts nor wings for him When life forsakes his quiet breast He does but change his place of rest 'T is he 't is he alone is blest The Amazon dances in honour of Pallas Exit Enter a beautifull well-dress'd Woman with a Garland of Flowers and a wounded Heart which she lays at Paris his feet Venus Spoken If thou grant'st the prize to me None shall be so blest as thee Killing eyes and charming faces Beauties deck'd with all the Graces Shall submit to thy embraces Song in praise of Beauty When Beauty arm'd with smiling eyes And in betraying features drest For wandring hearts in Ambush lyes She beats the valiant cheats the wise And gains a Throne in ev'ry breast To so many bright forms she varies her shape No God nor no Hero can ever escape Who pleasing looks and mirth disdain She wounds with more Majestick Art And where the haughty meen proves vain Such pearlie show'rs of tears she 'l rain As can dissolve the hardest heart So deep is her cunning so sweet is hes stroke That all must be subject to Beauties soft yoke But Oh how sweet 't is to possess The secret wishes beauty move The joys no language can express Nor any wretched mortal guess That has not try'd successful love Such raptures of pleasure from Beauty proceed That none but true Lovers are happy indeed The Lady dances in honour of Venus Exit Song by Paris The wise and the great To Beauty submit It reigns in the Study and conquers in fight Then let my fair Mistress for ever be true And Beauty shall Power and Wisdom subdue So sweet are her charms I 'le quit without terms The splendour of Empire and Trophies of Arms Oh let me be blest in my dear Oenone And give the Ambitious the Mitre and Crown Paris gives the Golden Apple to Venus at which Iuno and Pallas seem to storm Iuno Thy fondness silly Shepherd shall destroy The late enlarged Monarchy of Troy When Grecian Swords and Fire thy house devour No God shall guard thee from my injur'd power Pallas I 'le your infatuated minds prepare To urge swift ruine and destructive War Neglected Wisdom near that fatal hour Shall leave the City when I quit the Tow'r Exeunt Juno Pallas Venus Saturn's proud daughter to thy office hie Go mind thy Match-making and Midwifrie And what 's dame Pallas with her pining train A sordid Insect bred of Iove's hot brain Go threaten Children with your Bug-bear rods My Son my Husband and Gallant are Gods Love Love's thy Province let Fools and Stoicks care I rule the mighty Gods of Fire Love and War Exit Venus Song between Paris and Oenone Paris To the Grove gentle Love let us be going Where the kind spring and wind all day are wooing He with soft sighing blasts strives to o'retake her She would not though she flies have him forsake her Oenone But in circling rings returning And in purling whispers mourning She swells and pants as if she 'd say Fain I would but dare not stay Paris Strait he gets all the sweets on the banks spreading Which he brings on his wings where his Nymph's hiding In some close hollow creek kind Nature shades her In the green Willow tree he Serenades her Oenone And to gain her chast embraces Sends his notes to losty places In calms they lye and seem to say Stormy care drives love away Paris There the loud busie Croud never shall part us Nor no kind fawning friend from love divert us We 'l to each other be friends fame and treasure And no unruly thought shall stain our pleasure Oenone Time and Nature ever smiling Shall forget their Arts of killing And all the Gods aloud shall say Love so chast should ne're decay A Dance by Paris and Oenone Sung by several 1. Oh how delightfull is Love and how strong When Beauty and Virtue are joyn'd in the young Chorus Oh how c. When c. 2. The flashes of Vices intemperate joys Are haunted with noise of Drunkards and Boys 3. And when the short blaze of Beauty decays With spight and contempt on the ashes they gaze Chorus Oh how c. When c. 1. For the ruine of Virtuous Beauties are still Ador'd like old Temples where Deities dwell 2. Fair Virtue keeps love still alive in the heart When Age has o'recome Youth Beauty and Art Chorus of all Voices and Instruments Oh how c. When c. A Dance to this Chorus FINIS Epilogue spoken by a young Lady LIke cloister'd Nuns with virtuous zeal inspir'd From publick noise and vicious ease retir'd Here we have all that 's by the good admir'd While thus the loosest of our time is spent 'T is advantageous sweet and innocent And when our thoughts to serious things are bent One in rich works with lively colours tells Lucretia's Rape or mourning Philomels Each chast beholder sighs and drops a tear To burn the well-wrought Silk they scarce forbear So sad and moving does the work appear Oh that the Ravisher were here one cries Thus would I rend the bloudy Tyrant's eyes Then for his crime some harmless Flower dyes Whose falling head as if indeed 't were pain'd Sheds dewie tears upon the murth'rers hand Some Hero's praise in sacred Verse kept long Another sings to th' Lute While ev'ry string seems turn'd into a tongue And sends soft ecchoes to the joyfull Song Anothers diff'rent mind more pleasure takes In various forms to mould the painted Wax Such shape such beauty in each piece is shown Nature sits pale or blushing on her own To see her pride by curious Art out-done While buzzing Infamy with venom'd wing Haunts clam'rous pleasures that in Cities ring Thus we enjoy the sweets without the sting When riper age with flatt'ring care's oppress'd Toil'd with false joys 't will sadly be confess'd Of all our lives these happy hours were best