In a Masque at Court, 1616,
by the Lords, and Gentlemen the King's Servants.˚
Loud music. Pallas˚ in her chariot descending. To a softer music:
[PALLAS] Look, look! Rejoice and wonder!
That you offending mortals are
(For all your crimes) so much the care
Of him that bears the thunder!˚5
Jove can endure no longer
Your great ones should your less invade,
Or that your weak, though bad, be made
A prey unto the stronger.˚
And therefore means to settle 10 Astraca in her seat again,
And let down in his golden chain˚
The age of better mettle.˚
Which deed he doth the rather,
That even envy may behold 15 Time not enjoyed his head of gold Alone beneath his father;˚
But that his care conserveth,
As time, so all time's honours too,
Regarding still what heaven should do, 20 And not what earth deserveth.
A tumult and clashing of arms heard within.
But hark, what tumult from yond' cave is heard!
What noise, what strife, what earthquake and alarms!
As˚ troubled Nature for her maker feared, 25 And all the Iron Age were up in arms! Hide me, soft cloud, from their profaner eyes,