18071736Vnknowne: the Poets penne turnes them to shapes,

18081737And giues to ayery nothing, a locall habitation,

18091738And a name. Such trickes hath strong imagination,

18101739That if it would but apprehend some ioy,

18111740It comprehends some bringer of that ioy.

18121741Or in the night, imagining some feare,

18131742How easie is a bush suppos'd a Beare?

18141743Hyp. But, all the story of the night told ouer,

18151744And all their minds transfigur'd so together,

18161745More witnesseth than fancies images,

18171746And growes to something of great constancy:

18181747But howsoeuer, strange and admirable.

18211750The. Here come the louers, full of ioy and mirth.

18221751Ioy, gentle friends, ioy and fresh daies

18231752Of loue accompany your hearts.

18241753Lys. More then to vs, waite in your royall walkes, your

18251754boorde, your bedde.

18261755The. Come now: what maskes, what daunces shall wee (haue,

18281756To weare away this long age of three hours, betweene

18291757Or after supper, & bed-time? Where is our vsuall manager

18301758Of mirth? What Reuels are in hand? Is there no play,

18321759To ease the anguish of a torturing hower? Call Philostrate.

18341760Philostrate. Here mighty Theseus.

18351761The. Say, what abridgement haue you for this euening?

18371762What maske, what musicke? How shall we beguile

18381763The lazy tyme, if not with some delight?

18391764Philost. There is a briefe, how many sports are ripe.

18401765Make choyce, of which your Highnesse will see first.

18411766The. The battell with the Centaures to be sung,

18421767By an Athenian Eunuche, to the Harpe?

18431768Weele none of that. That haue I tolde my loue,

18441769In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

18451770The ryot of the tipsie Bachanals,