THE MARIAGE OF Oceanus and Brittania.
The first part.
A Symphony. After which the Scene is discovered, Representing the Maritime coast of Albion or England, by its white cliffs encompassed with Seas: flocks of Sheep grazing on the Downs, or tops of them, and Corn fields a far off in prospective.
The Speech Or Argument
Represented by a grave personage with a Book and Torch in his hand. The chief property of the Argument being to instruct the Auditory, and illustrate the Scene.
NOthing sounds lowder in the month of Fame,
Then Oceanus and Britanias name.
She Queen of Iles, and he the King of Seas,
The mariage now we celebrate of these,
And here invite you Ladies to the feast,
Our fuire, you Gentlemen, our noble guests.
You all are fairly, nobly welcome then,
Pray fal to with your eyes, & know our Scene
Is Albion or Britannia, as by these
White clifts appear, incompassed with Seas.
For th' rest, with what affiduall services
He gains her love; and what advantages
[Page 3]Of Pleasure, Glory, Wealth, she gains agen,
Alluding to those many Nations have successively pretended to the dominion of the Seas. First, the Persians, under Zeraces; then the Grecians under the Athenians; afterwards the Romans (to say nothing of the Carthaginians, and divers other Commonwealths of Italy, &c.) till the main Ocean lying open to their farther discovery by help of the magnetique needle. Now the French, now the Spaniard and Portugall, and afterward the Hollander became powerfull by Sea, till at last the English became most powerfull of all.
(To envy of all lands) by marying him,
All this our Scene dos represent, mean while
We hope you Ladies with a gracious smile,
And with your favourable breaths wil please
To grace our Scene, and serenat our Seas.
Which if you deign, we are assured then
O'th grace and favour of these Gentlemen.
The first Entery.
Oceanus, in a Mantle of Seagreen and Silver; his Hair and Beard, blew [...] curled, with a Diadem on his head, and a Trident in his hand, mounted on [Page 4] a Chariot compos'd of a great Scollop shell, drawn by two Seahorses in swiming posture; the Chariot gliding on the wheels of watermils to stem the waves. Incompast with Troops of Tritons and Syrens.
The Song or Recitative Expressing Oceanus passions for Brittania.
Ocean.
O Wretched I!
In fier freez, in water fry.
Example of Loves cruelty!
What freezing cold
When Brittania I behold!
What scorching fire,
Twixt hot desire,
And chilling fear
Assaults my bosom here!
Makes Lovers such dire torments prove.
Thou a God? thou a fiend,
Hast flames unto no other end;
And piercing darts,
But only to torment poor humane hearts.
Here the Chorus condole with Oceanus, ecchoed by the neighbouring Rocks.
Chorus.
Flow flow our tears amain,
For who when Oceanus weeps,
Who all liquid Treasure keeps,
Can from liquid tears refrain?
Groan, groan ye all agen.
For who when Oceanus groans,
Who even sadds the very stones
Can from sadding groans refrain.
Ocean.
In continuation of his complaint.
* How oft have I beat at her shore,
Iust like some Lover at his Mistris dore,
And yet, and yet shee'd ne'r relent?
How oft sprinkled the face of Heaven
With tears that bootlesse back return.
How oft my sighs to winds have given,
That only hissed them to scorn.
How oft complaind to ruthlesse rocks,
Whilst wanton Ecco only mocks
My moan, and me:
And when all's done, I see
Brittania I no more can stir,
* Then very cliffs and rocks encompasse her.
* All contained betwixt these Astericons or starry marks may be omitted in the reciting.
Here whilst Oceanus makes a stand, four Dutch Skippers enter with Bowles in their hands, singing, drinking, and dancing: with the lightnesse of their Song setting off the gravity of tother: declaring the debauch of such people in a calm.
The Song.
COme Boyes, who are ever twixt swiming and sinking,
And let us have a rubbers at drinking.
Hai hai
Bowle away, bowle away.
Set me the bias right boyes,
And howle up stiff and tight boyes.
Drink, drink,
Merrily drink,
While the flagons do clink,
And the Glasses do tink,
And good fellows do think,
That the world goes round a round a,
And no body sober be found a.
Fill the bowles full,
Fill the bowles full boyes.
Say what they wull,
Say what they wull boyes,
There is no life but in liquor,
Then take it off quicker and quicker,
And fill it up fuller and fuller.
He is no Sayler
In's drink is a failer,
But only shud row in a Sculler.
[Page 8] The dance,
Full of reeling and drunken postures (to an extravagant fantastique Tune)ending in a scuffle conformable to the rudenesse of such people: till Oceanus rowsing up himself, at sound of the Boatswains whistle they all cease their jollity, and run off severall waies.
Cho.
* See
As agitated by some furious wind,
Ther's storms and tempests rising in his mind.
What a distracted cloudy meen he has?
The angry rack of Heaven is in his face▪
'Tis naturall
Vnto us all
Vnquiet, troubled to remain
Till we our long desired ends obtain:
But nature ne're shall to eternity
Produce so unquiet, troubled a thing as he.
2.
See now he dos compose himself to speak
* Those are lesse dangerous ills that outward break.
Oceana.
BUt why shud I dispair
To finde
Brittania kind
As she is fair?
No longer then in vain
Ile thus complain;
No longer be her scorn,
Whilst I sigh, and weep, and mourn.
A Noble Lover ever shud
Doe somewhat more then common man,
To make his passions understood,
And shew how much he dares and can.
Brittanias love then to obtain,
Ile do things of so high a strain,
Her self shall be enforc't to say,
Whatever the event dos prove,
Oceanus only knew the way,
To gain Brittanias love.
The Air or Canzzonat, Inviting the Brittish Marriners and Souldiers to brave action by Sea.
Ocean.
BRittish Marriners away,
Hoyse your sayles, and all to Sea,
Souldiers scowre your Armor bright,
And prepare you to the fight,
Brittania to please;
Queen of all Iles, and Empress of the Seas.
Cho.
Brittania to please, &c.
Ocean.
Fear nor wrack, nor death, for i'll,
Be propitious t' ye the while;
Some with wealth, some victory, come
Richly and nobly laden home;
Brittania to please,
Queen of all Iles, and Empress of the Seas.
Cho.
Brittanta to please, &c.
Ocean.
[Page 11]Souldiers, Mariners, away,
Why d' ye linger, why d' ye stay?
With joy and gladness all should go,
And happy in the honour too,
Brittania to please,
Queen of all Iles, and Empress of the Seas.
Cho.
Brittania to please, &c.
The End of the first part.
The speech, Magnifying the power and purity of love
HOw mighty a Monarch is this love that go
From heavens above,
To depths below,
Which way so ere you tend,
You ner arive at his dominions end?
What vast extent has his command?
That still,
Makes Sea, and Land,
Obey his will.
And whats more strange agen
Makes very senceless things, have sence of him.
I'th mean time, sure
That love must mighty be, and pure,
Has all the waters of the main
To purge and wash away it's stain,
Yet cod they never quench the flame.
At name of love let none be scandald then
Thats so Etherial, and divine in them,
Ne'r since they both from Chaos came,
Their hearts e'r burn'd with purer flame,
Nor till to Chaos both return
Ever shall with purer burn.
The first Entry. Of the second part,
A Symphony. After which Brittania appears inthrond in state with an imperial diadem on her head. In a bright yellow vest, and green mantle richly imbrodered with Towns and Citties. A cornu copiae, Or horn of abundance under her Arme. Invironed with the sea, unto which 3 Rivers poure forth their urnes, that on the right hand inscribed Severn that on the left Humber, & that under, Thames her scituation so contrived as it declares [Page 14] her temperat clime, equally removed from the Torrid and friged zone.
The Song. Or Recitative, In contemplation of her happinesse, with reflection on the unhappinesse of civil wars.
Brit.
HAppy Brittania of all Iles below
High heavens the most do's blesse,
Did Brittains better know,
But their own happinesse
Thou whilst all other Nations, are
Together by their limits tyed,
To sad calamities of war,
And wide divisions beside,
Which interest of state they call.
Divided from them all,
By scituation dost possess
Such unlimited happinesse,
Ere it can arive at thee,
And thou no other harmes mayest know
But what from civil wars may grow.
*Which oh, far, far,
Be from thee of all other war.
Far far from thee
That deadly viper be,
That dos corode, and tear,
The mothers wombe that did it bear;
With wounds more deep, and wide,
*Then any other wounds beside.
But oh flye, flye,
As thou wouldst some abhorred disease,
The abhorred memory
Of such fatal times as these.
Divert insencibly thy mind
To thoughts of more delightful kind.
The Air or Canzzonet.
Brit. 1.
HOw happy am I of all other Lands,
Have the key both of peace and war in my hands,
Vnlesse my self invadeth me.
But all may sit content, and glad,
Vnder their own Arbours shade,
Imbraced in the armes of peace
Oh how happy days are these?
Cho
Oh how happy, &c.
Brit. 2.
HOw happy am I of all other Lands,
Have the key both of peace and war in my hands,
And can by none impoverisht be,
Vnlesse my self impoverish me,
But all may sit content, and glad,
Vnder their own Arbours shade,
Admiring of their wealths increase,
Oh how happy days are these?
Cho
Oh how happy, &c.
[Page 17]But stay what waves are these appear,
The billows rise, & yet no storms are neer!
2.
O tis the Ocean that dos ride
On the back of a full Tide,
So jolly and so gay,
He were grown young again you'd say.
3.
I see he'll never quit his claime,
Till he enjoyes the princely dame.
Who when Brittania heretofore
Betrothed was toth' Gallique shore
Nea'r ceast by force and stratagem
Alluding to that opinion that England was formerly conjoynd to France.
Vntil he had divorsed them.
Here Oceanus enters as before, and makes his solemn Addresses to Brittania.
The Recitative, In the soft Lydian strain.
Ocean.
FAyrer then fairest if your Eyes,
Clearer then the clearest Skies,
Daigne to look upon a lover,
Who this bold truth dares discover,
That he loves, and loves most true,
And ne'r lov'd but only you;
Behold of all fair Iles the fairest,
Dearest, sweetest, and the rarest,
The lowliest of your servants hear,
Suspended betwixt hope and fear,
Awaits from you his destiny
Whether he should live or dye.
* whether he in dead low tides,
Should pine away to be denyed,
Or else as he was wont to do,
In lively spring tides visit you.
Brit.
I neither extremity approve
Nor 'ith Ebbe, that love is best
By moderate passion is exprest.
Ocean.
Meaner excellencies move,
Only unto moderate love,
But Brittanias denies
All things but extremities.
Brit.
Wonder! Oceanus who was wont to be
So rough, shud grow so smooth to flatter me!
Ocean.
How flatten ye? [...]nd, Britania is as far
'Bove flattery, as others under are;
Nor can low flattery reach her, more than I
Can with my furging billows reach the sky.
To write her praise my waves are too dilute
To speak it, my inhabitants too [...]te
Heavens Cyphers, and Fames Tongue can hardly serve,
*To write, and speake her praise, as they deserve.
Brit.
[Page 20]Cease cease your vain persuit
And vainer sute
And know that till y'ave rendred me
For pleasure, honor and utility,
The most dilicious and content,
The most renowned, and opulent,
Of all the Iles with circling wave
You ever yet surrounded have,
Never hope my love to gain;
Till then cease, your suit is vain.
Ocean.
Most gladly I accept the task,
And no other favour ask;
What ho there? to delight the fair
Let my twin-lights daunce 'ith air
On mast topps and on highest cordage daunce
Happy presage of the deliverance
Both from danger, and from fear,
Of the storm tost Mariner.
The Introduction. To the dauncing on the Ropes,
Castor and Pollux in Grecian military habits, with bright shining stars in their fore heads appearing & dauncing i'th clouds, in which the ropes are conceald.
Ocean.
Y'ar not enoufe delighted yet
Wher's old Glaucus? let him get
His activest Phocij, and hear make
Them daunce for fair Brittanias sake.
Hear the Tumblers are introduct like the Phocii or Seacalves, Dauncing and tumbling ridiculously their antique measure.
Brit.
We are so taken with your sports,
And pleasant prospects you discover,
[Page 22]We admit you to our shores and ports
As a friend, though not a lover.
Ocean.
And to your shores and ports we'll bring
Such store of every better things;
Brittania shall, how ever loath,
Admit me as a friend and lover both.
The End of the second part.
The Speech, Magnifying the English valour by Sea.
VAlour, the weak so highly prize,
And the strong even deifies;
If any where on earth thou rest,
Tis i'th valiant English breast;
Dares o'th raging floats to swim
With but a board twixt death and him.
And if they so admir'd of old,
I make the Argonauts (of which Iason was chiefe) the first who sayld by Sea, (in warlike Equipage at least) according to Plin. c. 7. l. 57.
Those
Argonants with courage bold.
First put to sea and without fear
Could see Sea-monsters swimming there:
Much more would they admire them who
Both sees and overcomes them too.
With a courage bold as they
Daring dangers of the Sea.
No wonder Fortune then, who (as w'ar told)
Assists the brave, the gallant, and the bold,
[Page 24]In all their fights assists the
English so,
But chiefly we to Oceanus ow
These following Naval fights & victories,
Our Scene next represents unto your eyes.
The first Entry Of the Third part.
A Symphony. After which a Naval fight is represented, while the following Song is sung, Alluding to a victory the English formerly gaind of the French by Sea, ni [...] Sluce in Flanders, when all the French at first encounter leapt overboard to save themselves, as it was reported to the French King by his Iester, in vaunting what brave fellows the French were to leap all into the Sea; and how very cowards the English, when never an one of them durst follow them.
The Song
So composd, as the Symphony sounds the Alarm whilst they sing
Cho.
In the warlike Phrygian strain.
ALlarm, allarm, the Enemie comes,
Sound your Trumpet, beat your Drums;
See the foe comes on amain,
Tack about, the wind to gain;
Charge but the first Squadrons home,
All the rest are overcome.
And see they shift their Sails and stand
With their Rudders all for Land.
Hai hai
Victory victory
a flourish.
How they fly?
How they cry?
a great cry.
How to save our Swords the pain
They leap into the watrie main:
And whilst in vain one death they shun,
They headlong to another run.
But yet they care not so from us they flee,
For of all deaths, the terriblest are we.
Here Oceanus enters, as before, with the Maritime spoyls, and Trophees of the Enemy, as broken Oares, Rudders of ships, &c.
The Recitative, Directed to the English Marriners and Souldiers.
Ocean.
BRave Fellow-souldiers, unto you
Only victory is due.
I've execution done on none
But those you first have overcome;
Whose warlike spoyles, and Trophees here,
I unto Brittania beare.
Witness o'th valiant acts which you have done,
Take breath, take breath awhile,
And intermit your Noble toyle,
The better to prepare
Ye to another warr.
For see Spains huge Armado come,
For which your Seas have scarcely room.
You'd say, from multitude of these
Did take the name of narrow Seas.
But fear them not, Ile call
Up winds from Eolus den
And then
Once put to flight,
Th'ar vanquishe ere they come to fight.
The Dance.
Here the four Winds rush in, winged, with swoln Garments and vizards, white plumes of Herons feathers as pussed from their months; and having danct a furious Dance, menacing the Spanish Armado; they all rush out to Sea.
And that this victory was chiefly obtained by the Seas and Winds is confirmed by that saying of Phillip the second, who hearing of the dissipation of his Fleet, answered, that he had set it forth to fight against men, and not the Elements.
The Song.
HAppy, happy those who are
Heavens peculiar Love and care;
With whom the Skies, and Seas, and Winds
For when
States by common waies grow great,
Then men
Maligne, and envie their Estate.
But when
To their greatnesse Heavens conspire,
Then men
No longer envie, but admire.
The End of the Third part.
The speech, Declaring the Riches of Brittaniá.
FAther of trade and sociable band
Binds worlds to worlds and land conjoyns to land
Great Oceanus easie tis for thee
To waft all nations to fair Brittany,
With all they have of precious and rare
Offering up as tribute unto her.
And to her ports all forrain treasures bring
Flowing unto them every pretious thing
Vntil she's rendred by the golden tide
The richest Ile of all the world beside.
But this we chiefly wonder at in thee
Thou canst in love so firm and constant be
In all negotiations else, we find,
As ficcle, and inconstant as the wind,
[Page 30]But this is others praise, and not thine own,
This, this, is mighty work of love alone,
And this great love least wonder thou canst do
To change our minds, and hearts, and natures too.
The first Entry. Of the fourth part,
A Symphony. After which Brittani [...] as before, to her Oceanus with the Trophees of the former maritime victories.
The Song In offering them up at her feet.
Ocean.
BEhold the spoyles of Nations here,
Thus lowly at your feet I lay.
Of Nations who are taught to fear
Your power, yet they love your sway.
Are love and fear conjo [...]nd in one.
Cho.
And best, &c.
Ocean.
For fear is slavish without love.
And love is childish without fear.
Best conjunction still dos prove,
When they both united are.
And best supporters of a Throne,
Are love & fear conjoynd in one.
Cho.
And best, &c.
Ocean.
Mean time may fair Brittania please,
T' accept of them in gracious part,
From him, who offring up of these,
D [...]s offer up his soul and heart:
Are Land and Sea conjoynd in one.
Cho
And best, &c.
Brit.
And we as such from King of seas
Do graciously accept of these,
Who when his latter task is done
May count Brittania his own.
Ocea.
And my swift waves shall faster flie,
Then birds feathered wings 'ith skie,▪
Then ships canvase ones 'ith seas,
And (whats yet more swift then these)
Then Joves forked ones in fire,
To accomplish her desire.
The Invitation.
Come Europe, swarthy Affrica,
Rich Asia and America
Bring your treasures all away
Vnto Brittanias Throne
Come quickly come.
Waves his Trident.
The dance,
Here the four parts of the World enter. Asia in Turkish habit, Affrica in Moorish, and all black, America, swarthy in a featherd garment; and Europe fair and richly clad. And dauncing first severally their entrance they deliver their riches to Oceanus, who presents them to Brittania, in this following Song.
Ocean.
AS to some Eastern Monarchs Throne
Their vassals all with presents come,
So unto Brittanias here.
All the world their presents bear.
Asia Silk, Europa, fruit
Affrique all its wealth to boot.
Neither dos America
[Page 34]Bring lesse precious things then they.
Besides the riches either Ind,
Vnto fair Brittania send,
Fragrant Odours, Gumms, and Spice,
Gould, and Gemms, of highest price,
Nothing that the sence can crave,
Or gust desire, but here you have.
Heer they all do reverence to Brittania, and daunce with Castanietes, who departed.
Cho.
Now all the world is pervious made;
And so immense is her command,
Brittania dos extend her trade,
Where ever there is Sea, or Land.
Brit.
And now that Oceanus hath
Perform'd the task he was to do,
In compliance with our faith,
It rests that we perform ours too.
Hark Hymen then unto the vow,
I make to Oceanus now
May I cease an Ile to be.
Ocean.
And may I be a Sea no more
When I quit Brittanias shore:
(c) While ther's Moon, and Months, and Tide,
My love to her shall firm abide.
Brit.
And mine unto the Ocean
(d) Whilst rivers flow and fountains run.
When we each other cease to love,
(c) He mentions Cinthia or the Moon, who faciliats his accesses to Brittania (d) and she the fountains and rivers by whom Oceanus insinuates himself into her bosome, by the one with more occult, by the other with more waies open.
Both
May we both unhappy prove.
Ocean.
And When we each other loath,
Both
May we perish,
See the marginal note.
perish both.
Brit.
Now 'ts time that we by Thames go
The Land as well as main to please,
[Page 36]Who lesse t'have part 'oth pleasures too
May envy our solemnities.
Cho.
Though Oceanus here too for has cast
His wanton Armes, 'bout many an Ilands wast
And as his loose imbraces he bestowd
Wyldly from one to tother ebbd and flowd,
Yet now you shall see
Once married he'll be,
As Vxorius or more
Then he was Amarous before.
*Tis not fruition that is dull no no
When they are satiate and full,
Tis men are so.
In heaven thers no such thing
As surefeiting,
And with immortal viands, none is cloyd
When th'ar enjoyd;
Tellus is fained goddesse of the earth, and so not improperly may be taken for her mother, and Oceanus origin may well be derived from heaven, since the waters under the heavens were seperrated from those above. Gen. c. 1.
Tellus her Mother, Heaven, his Father was
Like Promotheus his pain
*Their joyes shall still renew again.
The End of the fourth Part.
The Speech, Of Brittanias Fame.
NOw shall Brittanias fame be knowns
From Suns rise to his going down;
And now from pole to pole shall she
Renouned and celebrated be.
Whilst other lands were never known
Unto the watry Ocean,
As buried in themselves shall lie
In dust, and dull obscurity;
None concerned in the care
Of what they doe nor what they are.
Now finally shall he and she
Through all the world renouned be.
He for Ring, and she the Gemm,
He Circumference agen,
And she the Center whither tend
All his Rhombs and Lines. To end,
[Page 39]He soveraign King o' th' watry Ball,
And she soveraign Queen of all.
This whilst Fame aloud did voyce,
All universally rejoyce.
More to which joy then to the feast,
We have invited you our guest.
For other cates divided do grow lesse,
But joyes increase.
The first Entry.
A Symphony. When the Scene is chang'd from a Maritime prospect to the prospect of the Town, where first is represented a confused crowd of Boys and Girles, Porters, Knitting women, and such like Rabble, in the streets, assembled at the cry of new Ballads about a Ballad singer or two, hoarsly and ridiculously singing this following Ballad to the tune of Packingtons pound.
The Ballad, Of Englands Triumphs by Sea.
MY maisters all pray heark and draw nigh
To the story wee'l tel you by and by,
And he is a foe to Englands Glory
Who is not a friend unto our story,
That tells you with our shipping at sea
How famous and renowned we be.
But oh.
The Hollander he is the sturdiest of all,
And all he meets doth beat and maule,
Yet we beat them, as they beat others,
And still are loving friends and brothers.
2.
King Edgar was first by day and by night,
Did build him a Navy with all his might,
Of shipps ten thousand great and smal,
As writters report (with lye and all)
When pirats durst as well be hang'd,
As appear on our coasts, they were so bangd.
But oh.
3.
The Dane, when the English ships they behold
Do tremble more for fear, then for cold,
And when they hear the English comes
They more do trust to their sayls then their guns
And away they run to their Lapland witches
To buy them a winde to blow in their breeches,
But oh.
4.
Upon the Mediteranian sea
The Italian triumphs, and who but they?
Until with their ships and Gallies the Turk,
With a vengeance makes the Italians work
But we make very Tattardemallians
Both of the Turk and of the Italians.
But oh.
5.
With the French as oft as the English doe fight,
They beat them soundly and give them their right,
[Page 42]And make them at first encounter be glad
To leap over board as if they were mad,
Poor Monsieur who had rather be drownd
Then gainst the English to stand his ground.
But oh.
6.
Next come the Spaniard in eighty eight
And thinks to conquer all England strait,
But we taught them this proverb at their return
That they came for wool, and went home again shorn,
And since full oft at Cales & Canaries
Have paid them soundly for all their figaries
But oh.
7.
Now heaven preserve our Navy long,
And make it every day more strong,
And above all, heaven grant that we
May mongst our selves but well agree,
And then a sig for the Spaniard and Dane,
The Italian, the Turk, and the Divel again and Though
The Hollander be the sturdyst of all
[Page 43]And all he meets doth beat and mawl,
Yet we'll beat them as they beat others,
And still be loving friends and brothers.
Here all the Rabble vanishes at sight of Brittania and Oceanus appearing Inthrond in state, &c. and sound of delicate Musick introducing the last Dance of two gallantly clad, representing the Nobility and Gentry, who dance to a Courtly measure. Two in civil black Representing the Burgesse & Citizen, who dance a Galliard. And lastly, two Country swains in all their Country bravery, dancing a Iigg, or Country dance. After which they pawse, while this following Song is sung by way of Epologue.
The Song.
THe marriage of this Royall pair,
Aloud proclaimed every where,
Honest Swain, or Countrie-man,
Every one in dance declare
How highlie they contented are;
And having finished their Ball,
For conclusion of all,
There remains no more to do
But to 'declare that you'r contented too.
Here they all joyn in their main Dance which ended, the Curtain falls, and Representation ends.
FINIS.