PROTHALAMION.
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Then forth they all out of their baskets drew
Great store of flowers, the honour of the field,
That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, 75
All which upon those goodly birds they threw
And all the waves did strew,
That like old Peneus waters they did seeme,
When downe along by pleasant Tempes shore,
Scattred with flowres, through Thessaly they streeme,
That they appeare, through lilies plenteous store, 81
Like a brydes chamber flore.
Two of those nymphes, meane while, two garlands bound
Of freshest flowres which in that mead they found,
The which presenting all in trim array, 85
Their snowie foreheads therewithall they crownd,
Whilst one did sing this lay,
Prepar'd against that day,
Against their brydale day, which was not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
Great store of flowers, the honour of the field,
That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, 75
All which upon those goodly birds they threw
And all the waves did strew,
That like old Peneus waters they did seeme,
When downe along by pleasant Tempes shore,
Scattred with flowres, through Thessaly they streeme,
That they appeare, through lilies plenteous store, 81
Like a brydes chamber flore.
Two of those nymphes, meane while, two garlands bound
Of freshest flowres which in that mead they found,
The which presenting all in trim array, 85
Their snowie foreheads therewithall they crownd,
Whilst one did sing this lay,
Prepar'd against that day,
Against their brydale day, which was not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
"Ye gentle birdes! the worlds faire ornament, 91
And heavens glorie, whom this happie bower
Doth leade unto your lovers blissfull hower,
loy may you have, and gentle hearts content
Of your loves complement; 95
And let faire Venus, that is queene of love,
With her heart-quelling sonne upon you smile,
Whose smile, they say, hath vertue to remove
All loves dislike, and friendships faultie guile
For ever to assoile. 100
Let endlesse peace your steadfast hearts accord,
And blessed plentie wait upon your bord;
And let your bed with pleasures chast abound,
That fruitfull issue may to you afford,
Which may your foes confound, 105
And make your ioys redound
Upon your brydale day, which is not long!
Sweet Themmes! runne softlie, till I end my song."
And heavens glorie, whom this happie bower
Doth leade unto your lovers blissfull hower,
loy may you have, and gentle hearts content
Of your loves complement; 95
And let faire Venus, that is queene of love,
With her heart-quelling sonne upon you smile,
Whose smile, they say, hath vertue to remove
All loves dislike, and friendships faultie guile
For ever to assoile. 100
Let endlesse peace your steadfast hearts accord,
And blessed plentie wait upon your bord;
And let your bed with pleasures chast abound,
That fruitfull issue may to you afford,
Which may your foes confound, 105
And make your ioys redound
Upon your brydale day, which is not long!
Sweet Themmes! runne softlie, till I end my song."
So ended she; and all the rest around
To her redoubled that her undersong, 110
Which said their brydale daye should not be long:
And gentle eccho from the neighbour ground
Their accents did resound.
So forth those ioyous birds did passe along
Adowne the lee, that to them murmurde low, 115
As he would speake, but that he lackt a tong,
Yet did by signes his glad affection show,
Making his streame run slow.
And all the foule which in his flood did dwell
Gan flock about these twaine, that did excell 120
The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend
The lesser stars. So they, enranged well,
Did on those two attend.
And their best service lend 124
Against their wedding day, which was not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
To her redoubled that her undersong, 110
Which said their brydale daye should not be long:
And gentle eccho from the neighbour ground
Their accents did resound.
So forth those ioyous birds did passe along
Adowne the lee, that to them murmurde low, 115
As he would speake, but that he lackt a tong,
Yet did by signes his glad affection show,
Making his streame run slow.
And all the foule which in his flood did dwell
Gan flock about these twaine, that did excell 120
The rest, so far as Cynthia doth shend
The lesser stars. So they, enranged well,
Did on those two attend.
And their best service lend 124
Against their wedding day, which was not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
At length they all to mery London came,
To mery London, my most kyndly nurse,
That to me gave this lifes first native sourse,
Though from another place I take my name, 130
An house of auncient fame:
There when they came, whereas those bricky towres
The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe rvde,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,
There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde,
Till they decayd through pride: 136
Next whereunto there standes a stately place,
Where oft I gayned giftes and goodly grace
Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,
Whose want too well now feels my freendles case;
But ah! here fits not well 141
Olde woes, but ioyes, to tell
Against the bridale daye, which is not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
To mery London, my most kyndly nurse,
That to me gave this lifes first native sourse,
Though from another place I take my name, 130
An house of auncient fame:
There when they came, whereas those bricky towres
The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe rvde,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,
There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde,
Till they decayd through pride: 136
Next whereunto there standes a stately place,
Where oft I gayned giftes and goodly grace
Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,
Whose want too well now feels my freendles case;
But ah! here fits not well 141
Olde woes, but ioyes, to tell
Against the bridale daye, which is not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer, 145
Great Englands glory, and the worlds wide wonder,
Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder,
And Hercules two pillors standing neere
Did make to quake and feare:
Faire branch of honor, flower of chevalrie! 150
That fillest England with thy triumphs fame,
Ioy have thou of thy noble victorie,
And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name
That promiseth the same;
That through thy prowesse, and victorious armes,
Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; 156
And great Elisaes glorious name may ring
Through al the world, fill'd with thy wide alarmes,
Which some brave muse may sing
To ages following, 160
Upon the brydale day, which is not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
Great Englands glory, and the worlds wide wonder,
Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder,
And Hercules two pillors standing neere
Did make to quake and feare:
Faire branch of honor, flower of chevalrie! 150
That fillest England with thy triumphs fame,
Ioy have thou of thy noble victorie,
And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name
That promiseth the same;
That through thy prowesse, and victorious armes,
Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; 156
And great Elisaes glorious name may ring
Through al the world, fill'd with thy wide alarmes,
Which some brave muse may sing
To ages following, 160
Upon the brydale day, which is not long:
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
From those high towers this noble lord issuing,
Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hayre
In th' ocean billowes he hath bathed fayre, 165
Descended to the rivers open vewing,
With a great traine ensuing.
Above the rest were goodly to bee scene
Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature,
Beseeming well the bower of any queene, 170
With gifts of wit, and ornaments of nature,
Fit for so goodly stature,
That like the twins of love they seem'd in sight,
Which decke the bauldricke of the heavens bright;
They two, forth pacing to the rivers side, 175
Receiv'd those two faire brides, their loves delight;
Which, at th' appointed tyde,
Each one did make his bryde
Against their brydale day, which is not long: 179
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
Like radiant Hesper, when his golden hayre
In th' ocean billowes he hath bathed fayre, 165
Descended to the rivers open vewing,
With a great traine ensuing.
Above the rest were goodly to bee scene
Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature,
Beseeming well the bower of any queene, 170
With gifts of wit, and ornaments of nature,
Fit for so goodly stature,
That like the twins of love they seem'd in sight,
Which decke the bauldricke of the heavens bright;
They two, forth pacing to the rivers side, 175
Receiv'd those two faire brides, their loves delight;
Which, at th' appointed tyde,
Each one did make his bryde
Against their brydale day, which is not long: 179
Sweet Themmes! runne softly, till I end my song.
