The araygnement of Paris a pastorall. Presented before the Queenes Maiestie, by the Children of her chappell.

ACT. I. (Book 1)

SCENA. I.

Pan, Faunus, and Siluanus with their attendants enter to giue welcome to the goddesses: Pans sheepeherd hath a lambe, Faunus hunter hath a faune, Siluanus woodman with an oken bowe laden with acornes.

Pan incipit.

Pan.

SILVANUS, either Flora doth ••s ••••••ng Or Faunus made vs tarrie all to longe, For by this morning mirth it shoulde appea•• The Mus••s or the goddesses be near

Faun.

My faune was nimble, Pan, and whipt apace Twashappie that we caught him vp at last. The fattest fairest faune 〈…〉〈…〉 the chace I wonder how the knaue could skip so fast.

Pan.

And I haue brought a twagger for the nonce A bunting lambe: nay, pray you feele no bones. Beleeue me now, my cunning much I misse, If euer Pan felt fatt••r lambe then this.

Sil.

Sirs, you may boast your flockes & herdes that bin both fresh & faire, Yet hath Siluanus walks ywis that stand in holsome ayre. And loe the honor of the woodes, the gallant Oken-bowe, Do I bestowe laden with Acornes & with mast enough.

Pan.

Peace man for shame, shalt haue both lambes & dames & flockes and herdes & al, And all my pipes to make the glee, we meete not now to brawle.

Faun.

Theres no such matter, Pan▪ we are all friendes assembled hether▪ To bid Queene Iuno and her pheeres most humblie welcome hether. Diana mistresse of our woodes, her presence will not want, Her curtesie to all her friendes we wot is nothing skant.

ACT. I. SCENA. II.

Pomona entereth with her fruite. Manentibus Pan cum reliquis.

Pom.

Yee Par, no farther yet, & had the starte of me, Why then Pomona with her fruite comes time enough I see: Come on a while▪ with countrie store like friendes we vente•• forth, Thinkest Faunus that these goddesses will take our giftes in woorth.

Faun.

Yea doubtles, for shall tell thee dame, twere better giue a thing, A signe of loue, vnto a mightie person, or a king:

Then to a rude and barbarous swayne but bad and baselie borne, For gentlie takes the gentleman that oft the clowne will scorne.

Pan.

Saist trulie Faunus, I my selfe haue giuen good tidie lambes, To Mercurie may saie to thee, to Phoebus and to Ioue: When to a countrie mops forsooth, chaue offred all their dames, And pypt and prayed for little worth and raunged about the groue.

Pom.

God Pan that makes your flocke so thin, & makes you looke so leane, To kisse in corners.

Pan.

wel-sed wēch some other thing you meane.

Pom.

Yea iest it out till it goe alone, but maruell where we mysse Faire Flora all this merrie morne.

Faun.

some newes see where she is.

ACT. I. SCENA. III.

Flora entereth to the countrie gods.

Pan.

Flora well met, and for thy taken payne, Poore countrie gods thy debters we remaine.

Flor.

Beleeue me, Pan, not all thy lambes and yoes, Nor, Faunus, all thy lustie buckes and does, (But that I am instructed well to knowe, What seruice to the hills and dales I owe,) Could haue enforcet me to so straunge a toyle, Thus to enrich this gaudie gallant foyle.

Faun.

But tell me wench hast don't so trick in deede, That heauen it selfe may wonder at the deede.

Flor.

Not Iris in her pride and brauerie, Adornes her arche with such varietie: Nor doth the milke white way in frostie night, Appeare so faire and beautifull in sight: As done these fieldes, and groues, and sweetest bowres, Bestrewed and deckt with partie collord flowers. Alonge the bubling brookes & siluer glyde, that at the bottome doth in sylence slyde, The waterie flowers and lillies on the bankes, Like blazing cometes burgen all in rankes: Vnder the Hathorne and the Poplar tree, Where sacred Phoebe may delight to be: The Primerose and the purple Hyacinthe, The dayntie Ʋiolet and the holsome Minthe.

The dooble Daisie, and the 〈…〉〈…〉 Of sommer ••••oure▪ do 〈…〉〈…〉 And rounde about the valley as ye passe, Yee may ne 〈…〉〈…〉 peeping flowers the grasse: That well the mightie 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and the rest, May boldlie thinke to be a welcome guest On Ida h••lls, when to approue the thing, The queene of flowers prepares a second spring.

Sil.

Thou gentle Nymph••, what thankes shall we repai•• To thee, that ma••est our ••••••ldes and woodes so gaie?

Flo.

〈◊〉〈◊〉, when it is thy hap to see, My workemanship, in portraying all the three, First stately 〈◊〉〈◊〉 with her porte and grace, Her roobes, her lawnes, her crounet and her mace: Would make thee 〈◊〉〈◊〉 this picture to beholde, Of yellow Ox••tips bright as bur••sht golde.

Pom.

A rare deuice, and Fl••ra, well perdie, Did painte her yellow for her iellozie.

Flo.

Pallas in flowers of hue and collowers red, Her plumes, her helme, her 〈◊〉〈◊〉, her 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he••••, Her trayling tres••es that hang ••••aring rounde, Of Iulie-flowers so grassed in the grounde, That trust me 〈◊〉〈◊〉, who did the cunning see, Would at a blush suppose it to be shee.

Pan.

Good Flora, by my flocke twere verie good, To d••ght her all in red resembling blood.

Flo.

Faire Venus of sweete Violetts in blue. With other flowers infixt for chaunge of hue, Her plumes, her pendants, bracelets and her ringes, Her dayntie fan and twentie other thinges: Her lustie mantle wauing in the winde, And euerie part in collor and in kinde: And for her wreath of roses she nil dare, With Floras cunning counterfet compare. So that what lyuing whight shall chaunce to see, These goddesses, eche placed in her degree, Portrayed by Floraes workemanshipe alone, Must say that Arte and nature met in one.

Sil.

A deintie draught to lay her downe in blue, The collour commonlie betokening true.

Fl••.

This peece of worke compact with many a flowre, And well layde in at entraunce of the bowre, Where Phoebe meanes to make this meeting royall. Haue I prepared to welcome them withall.

Pom.

And are they yet di••mounted, Flora, s••ie: That we may wende to meete them one the way.

Flo.

That shall not neede: they are at hand by this, And the conductor of the trayne hight Rh••••is. Iuno hath left her chariot longe ag••e, And hath returned her Peacocks by her raine bowe. And brauelie as becommes the wife of Ioue▪ Doth honour by ••er presence to our groue. Faire Venus shee hath let her sparrowes flie, To tende on her and make her melodie: Her turtles and her swannes vnyoked bee, And flicker neere ••er side for companie. Pallas ••ath set her Tygers loo••e to feede, Commaunding them to waite when shee hath neede. And Hitherward with proude and statelie pace, To doe vs honor in the Siluan chace T••ey marc••e like to the pompe of heauen aboue, Iuno t••e wife and sister of king Io••e, The warlicke Pallas, and the Queene of loue.

Pan.

Pipe Pan f••r ioy and let thy sheepeherdes sing, Shall neue••age forget this memorable thing.

Flo.

Cl••o the sagest of the sisters nine, To do ••b••eruaunce to this dame deuine, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ad••e of learning and of chyualrie, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ere aryued in faire assembl••e, And wandring vp and downe th'unbeaten wayes, Ringe through the wood sweete ••onges of Pallas prayse.

Pom.

Ha••ke Flora, Fa••nus, here is melodie, A charme of birdes and more then ordinarie.

An artificiall ••harme of birdes being harde within, Pan speakes.

Pan.

The sillie birdes make mirth, then shoulde we doe them wronge, Pomona, if we nil bestowe an Eccho to their songe.

An Eccho to thei•• song.

The songe•• 〈…〉〈…〉

Gods.

O Ida, o Ida; 〈…〉〈…〉 This honour do•••• 〈…〉〈…〉

Mus.

Yee countrie 〈…〉〈…〉 Bring downe your 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of welcome: For honor 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Ida▪

Gods.

Beholde in signe of 〈…〉〈…〉 And signes of ioyfull wel come bring. For honor done to Ida.

Mus.

The Muses giue you melodie to gratulate this chaunce, And Phoebe cheife of siluan chace commaunde•• you all to d••••nce.

Gods

The rouude in a circle our ••por••a••••ce must m••st be▪

daūce.

Holde handes in a hornepype all gallant in glee.

Mus.

Reuerence, reuerence, most humble reuerence.

Gods.

Most humble reuerence.

ACT. I. SCENA. IIII.

Pallas, Iuno, and Venus•• 〈…〉〈…〉

The s••nge▪

The God of sheepeheardes and his mate••, With countrie chere salutes your states▪ Fa••re, wise, and worthie as you bee, And thanke the gracious Ladies three, For honour done to Id••▪ The birdes singe.

The so••ge b••••ng done, Iuno speakes.

Iuno.

Venus, what shall I saie, for though I be a dame deuine, This welcome and this melodie exceedes these wittes of mine.

Ven.

Beleeue me, Iu••••, as I hight th•••• foueraigne of Loue, These rare delightes in pleasures passe the banquets of king Ioue.

Pall.

Then▪ Venus, I conclude, it 〈◊〉〈◊〉 may be seene, That in her chaste and pleasaunt walkes fayre Phoebe is a Queene.

Rha.

Diuine Pallas, and you sacred dames, Iuno and Venus, honoured by your names: Iuno, the wife and sister of kinge Ioue▪ Faire Venus, Ladie president of ••oue:

If any entertaynment in this place, That can afford but homely, rude and ba••e, It pleaze your godheads to accept in gree, That gratious thought our happinesse shalbe. My mistresse Dian, this right well I know, For loue that to this presence shee doth owe, Accountes more honoure done to her this day, Then euer whilom in these woods of Id••. And for our countrey god••, I dare bee bolde, They make such cheere, your presence to beholde, Such iouysaunce, such myrth and merry ment, As nothing els their minde might more co••••••••: And that you doe beleeue it to bee so, Fayre goddesses, your louely lookes doe showe. It rests in fine, for to confirme my talke, Yee dayne to passe alonge to Dians walke: Where shee amonge her troupe of maydes attend••. The fayre aryuall of her vvelcome friends.

Flora.

And vvee vvill vvayte vvith all obseruance due, And doe iust honour to this heauenly crue.

Pan.

The god of sheepheardes, Iuno, ere thou goe, Intends a lambe on thee for to b••stovve.

Faun.

Faunus, high raunger in Di••••as chace, Presents a favvne to lady Venus grace.

Sylu.

Syluanus giues to Pallas deitye, This gallant bovve ••••ught from the Oken tree.

Pom.

To them that doth this honour to our fieldes, Her mellovve apples poore Po••ona•• yeildes.

Iuno.

And gentle gods, these signes of your goodvvill Wee take in vvorth, and shall accept them still.

Ven.

An•• Flora, this to thee amonge the rest, Thy vvorkmanship comparinge vvith the best, Let it suffize thy▪ cunninge to haue, To call kinge Ioue from forth his heauenly bovvre: Hadst thou a louer, Flora, ••redit mee, I thinke thou vvouldst beedecke him gallantly. But vvende vve on, and, Rhanis, leade the vvay, That kens the paynted pathes of pleasunt Ida.

Exeunt omnes.

ACT. I SCENA▪ V.

Paris and Oenone.

Par.

O••none, while 〈…〉〈…〉, Tell me what shall 〈…〉〈…〉 Thou hast a sorte of 〈…〉〈…〉 Dare saye no Nymphe in 〈…〉〈…〉 Againe, beside thy 〈…〉〈…〉 In telling them thou 〈…〉〈…〉 Then preethee sweete, afforde 〈…〉〈…〉 thing, Some toie that from thy 〈…〉〈…〉.

Oen.

Paris, my hartes contentment, and my choice▪ Vse thou thy pype, and I will vse my 〈◊〉〈◊〉, So shall thy iust request 〈◊〉〈◊〉 be denyed. And time well ••pent and 〈…〉〈…〉

Par.

Well gentle Nymphe although ••hou do me wrong, That can 〈…〉〈…〉 pype 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a songe, Me lift this once, 〈…〉〈…〉 This idle ta••ke 〈…〉〈…〉.

〈…〉〈…〉

Oen.

And whereon then shall be my Roundetay: For thou hast harde my stoore long since, dare say,

Fabu∣la.

How Saturne did deuide his kingdome tho, [unspec 1] To Ioue, to Neptune, and to Dis below. [unspec 2] How mightie me•• made 〈…〉〈…〉, Against the gods and 〈…〉〈…〉 [unspec 3] How Phorcias ympe 〈…〉〈…〉, That tangled Neptune in he•• gold••n haire, Became a Gorgo•• for her lewde misdeede, A pretie fable Paris for to 〈◊〉〈◊〉. A peece of cunnig trust me 〈◊〉〈◊〉, That wealth and beautie alter men to stoone••. [unspec 4] Howe Salmacis resembling ydlenes, Turnes men to women all through wantonnes. [unspec 5] How Pluto raught Queene 〈◊〉〈◊〉 daughter thence▪ And what did followe of that loue offence.

[unspec 6] Of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 turned into the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 tree▪ That shev••es a my•• or of virginitie. [unspec 7] How faire Narcissus too••ing on his shade, Reproues disdayne, and 〈…〉〈…〉. [unspec 8] How cunning Philo••••la••s 〈…〉〈…〉, What force in loue, what wit 〈…〉〈…〉. [unspec 9] What paynes vnhappie soules abyde in 〈◊〉〈◊〉, They say because on earth they liued not well. [unspec 10] Ixio••s wheele, proude T••ntals payning woe. [unspec 11] Prometheus torment, and a many 〈◊〉〈◊〉. [unspec 12] How Danaus daughter•• ••lie their endles 〈◊〉〈◊〉. [unspec 13] What toyle the toyle of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 doth aske. All these are olde and knowne I knowe, yet if thou wilt haue anie, Chuse some of these, for trust me else 〈◊〉〈◊〉 hath not manie.

Par.

Nay what thou wilt: but sith my cunning not compares with thine, Beginne some Toy, that I can play vpon this pipe of mine.

Oen.

There is a pretie sonnet then, we call it Cupid•• curse: They that do chaunge olde loue for new, pray gods they chaunge for worse. The note is fine and quicke withall, the dittie will agree, Paris, With that same vowe of thine vpon our Poplar tree:

Par.

No better thing, begine it then, Oenone thou shalt see Our musicke, figure of the loue that growes twixt thee and me.

They sing: and while Oenone singeth he pypeth.

Incipit Oenone.

Faire and fayre and twise so faire, As fayre as any may be:

Oenone.

The fayrest sheepeherd on our gre••e, A loue for anie Ladie.

Paris.

Faire and faire and twise so fayre, As fayre as anie may bee: Thy loue is fayre for thee alone, And for no other Ladie.

Oenone.

My loue is faire, my loue is gaie, As fresh as bine the flowers in May,

And of my loue my roundylaye, My merrie merrie merrie roundelaie Concludes with Cupids curse: They that do chaunge olde loue for newe, Pray Gods they chaunge for worse.

Ambo simul.

They that do chaunge, &c.

Oenone.

Faire and faire, &c,

Paris.

Faire and faire, &c. Thy loue is faire &c.

Oenone.

My loue can pype, my loue can sing, My loue can manie a pretie thing, And of his louelie prayses ring My merry merry roundelayes: Amen to Cupids curse: They that do chaunge, &c.

Paris.

They that do chaunge, &c.

Ambo.

Faire and fayre, &c.

Finis Camoe••••.

The songe being ended they rise, and Oenone speakes.

Oen.

Swete she epeherd, for Oenones 〈◊〉〈◊〉 be cunning in this songe▪ And kepe thy loue, and loue thy choice, or else thou doest her wrong.

Par.

My vowe is made and witnessed, the Poplar will not starte, Nor shall the nymphe Oenones loue from forth my breathing hart. I will goe b••ing the one thy way, my flocke are here behinde, And I will haue a loue••s fee: they saie, vnkist, vnkinde.

Exeunt a••••bo.