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The fortunate isles and their vnion Celebrated in a masque design'd for the court, on the Twelfth night. 1624.
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.
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THE FORTVNATE ISLES and THEIR VNION celebrated in a MASQVE design'd for the Court on the Twelfth night 1624 Hie choreae cantus que vigent THE FORTVNATE ISLES His Matie being sett ENtreth in running IOHPHIEL an aëry spirit and according to the Magi the Intelligence of Iupiters sphere Attired in light silks of seuerall colours with wings of the same a bright yellow haire a chaplet of flowers blew silke stockings and pumps and gloues with a siluer fan in his hand IOHPHIEL Like a lightning from the skie or an arrow shot by Loue Or a Bird of his let fly Bee 't a Sparrow or a Doue With that winged hast come I loosed from the Sphere of Ioue To wish good-night to your delight To him enters a Melancholique Student in bare and worne cloathes shrowded vnder an obscure cloake and the eaues of an old hatt fetching a deepe sigh his name Mr MERE-FOOLE Oh oh IOHPHIEL In Saturn's name the Father of my Lord What ouer-charged peice of Melancholie Is this breakes in betweene my wishes thus With bombing sighes MERE-FOOLE No! no Intelligence Not yet and all my vowes now nine dayes old Blindnes of fate Puppies had seene by this time But I see nothing that I should or would see What meane the Brethren of the Rosie-Crosse So to desert their votary IOHPHIEL O! t is one Hath vow'd himselfe vnto that aërie order And now is gaping for the flie they promis'd him I 'll mixe a little with him for my sport MERE-FOOLE Haue I both in my lodging and my diet My cloaths and euery other solemne charge Obseru'd 'hem made the naked bords my bed A fagot for my pillow hungred sore IOHPHIEL And thirsted after 'hem MERE-FOOLE To looke gaunt and leane IOHPHIEL Which will not be MERE-FOOLE Who 's that yes and outwatcht Yea and out-walked any Ghost aliue In solitarie circle worne my bootes Knees armes and elbowes out IOHPHIEL Ran on the score MERE-FOOLE That haue I who suggests that and for more Then I will speake of to abate this flesh And haue not gaind the sight IOHPHIEL Nay scarce the sense MERE-FOOLE Voice thou art right of any thing but a cold Wind in my stomacke IOHPHIEL And a kind of whimsie MERE-FOOLE Here in my head that puts me to the staggers Whether there be that Brotherhood or no IOHPHIEL Beleeue fraile man they be And thou shalt see MERE-FOOLE What shall I see IOHPHIEL Mee MERE-FOOLE Thee Where IOHPHIEL Here If you Be Mr. Mere-Foole MERE-FOOLE Sir our name is Mery-Foole But by contraction Mere-Foole IOHPHIEL Then are you The wight I seeke and Sr. my name is Iohphiel Intelligence to the Sphere of Iupiter An aëry iocular spirit imploy'd to you From Father OVTIS MERE-FOOLE OVTIS who is hee IOHPHIEL Know yee not OVTIS Then know Nobody The good old Hermit that was said to dwell Here in the forest without trees that built The Castle in the aire where all the Brethren Rhodostaurotick liue It flies with wings And runnes on wheeles where Iulian de Campis Holds out the brandisht blade MERE-FOOLE Is 't possible They thinke on mee IOHPHIEL Rise be not lost in wonder But heare mee and be faithfull All the Brethren Haue heard your vowes salute you and expect you By mee this next returne But the good Father Has bin content to die for you MERE-FOOLE For mee IOHPHIEL For you Last New-years day which some giue out Because it was his Birth-day and began The yeare of Iubile he would rest vpon it Being his hundred fiue and twentith yeare But the truth is hauing obseru'd your Genesis He would not liue because he might leaue all He had to you MERE-FOOLE What had hee IOHPHIEL Had An office Two three or foure MERE-FOOLE Where IOHPHIEL In the vpper Region And that you 'll find The Farme of the great Customes Through all the Ports of the Aires Intelligences Then Constable of the Castle Rosy-Crosse Which you must be and Keeper of the Keyes Of the whole Kaball with the Seales you shall be Principall Secretarie to the Starres Know all their signatures and combinations The diuine rods and consecrated roots What not Would you turne trees vp like the wind To shew your strength march ouer heads of armies Or points of pikes to shew your lightnesse force All doores of arts with the petarr of your wit Reade at one view all books speake all the languages Of seuerall creatures master all the learnings Were are or shall be or to shew your wealth Open all treasures hid by nature from The rocke of Diamond to the mine of Sea-coale Sir you shall doe it MERE-FOOLE But how IOHPHIEL Why by his skill Of which he has left you the inheritance Here in a pot this little gally pot Of tincture high rose tincture Ther 's your Order You will ha' your Collar sent you er 't be long MERE-FOOLE I lookt Sr. for a halter I was desperate IOHPHIEL Reach forth your hand MERE-FOOLE O Sr. a broken sleeue Keepes the arme back as 't is i' the prouerbe IOHPHIEL Nay For that I doe commend you you must be poore With al your wealth learning Whē you ha' made Your glasses gardens in the depth of winter Where you will walke inuisible to Mankinde Talkt with all birds beasts in their owne language When you haue penetrated hills like ayre Diu'd to the bottome of the Sea like lead And riss' againe like corke walk't in the fire An 't were a Salamander pass'd through all The winding orbes like an Intelligence Vp to the Empyreum when you haue made The World your gallery can dispatch a busines In some three minuts with the Antipodes And in fiue more negotiate the Globe ouer You must be poore still MERE-FOOLE By my place I know it IOPHIEL Where would you wish to be now or what to see Without the fortunate purse to beare your charges Or wishing hat I will but touch your temples The corners of your eyes and tinct the tip The very tip o' your nose with this Collyrium And you shall see i' the aire all the Ideas Spirits and Atomes Flies that buz about This way and that way and are rather admirable Then any way intelligible MERE-FOOLE O come tinct me Tinct me I long saue this great belly I long But shall I onely see IOHPHIEL See and commaund As they were all your vallets or your foot-boyes But first you must declare your Greatnes must For that is now your stile what you would see Or whom MERE-FOOLE Is that my stile My Greatnes then Would see King Zoroastres IOHPHIEL Why you shall Or any one beside Thinke whom you please Your thousand Your ten thousand to a million All 's one to me if you could name a myriad MERE-FOOLE I haue nam'd him IOHPHIEL You'haue reason MERE-FOOLE I I haue reason Because he 's said to be the Father of coniurers And a cunning man i' the starres IOHPHIEL I that 's it troubles vs A little for the present For at this time He is confuting