The ayres that vvere sung and played, at Brougham Castle in Westmerland, in the Kings entertainment giuen by the Right Honourable the Earle of Cumberland, and his right noble sonne the Lord Clifford. Composed by Mr. George Mason, and Mr. Iohn Earsden.

COR: · ✚ MVSICA ✚ LAETIFICAT

THE AYRES THAT WERE SVNG AND PLAYED , at Brougham Castle in Westmerland , in the Kings Entertainment :

Giuen by the Right Honourable the EARLE of CVMBERLAND , and his Right Noble Sonne the LORD CLIFFORD .

COMPOSED BY Mr. GEORGE MASON , and Mr. IOHN EARSDEN .

LONDON : Printed by Thomas Snodham .

Cum Priuilegio . 1618.

I. A DIALOGVE SVNG THE FIRST NIGHT , the King being at Supper .

TVne they chearefull voyce to mine , Mu-sicke helpes digesting : Earth and ayre and Sea con-sent , In thy en-tertaining . Me-lo-die now is needfull here , It will helpe Musick a-lone the soule can feast , It being new Musicke is as good as wine , And as fit for fea-sting , All is old which they pre-sent , Yet all choice contay-ning . to mend our cheare . Ioyne then , one ioy ex-pressing . Here is a guest for and well ex-prest . Ioyne then , sweet cords en-chaining . Could we to our wisht Ioyne then , ioyne then , one ioy ex-pressing . Ioyne then , ioyne then , sweet cords en-chaining . whose content All ex-cesse were sparing . ends aspire , Ioy should crowne thy dishes . All to him pre-sent Hourely new de-lights prepa-ring . Proud is our de-sire , If thou dost ac-cept our wi-shes . Ioy at thy board , health in they dish , Mirth in thy cup , and in thy bed Soft sleepe and pleasing rest wee wish . Ioy at thy board , health in thy dish , Mirth in thy cup , and in thy bed Soft sleepe and pleasing rest wee wish . Ioy at thy board , health in thy dish , Mirth in thy cup , and in thy bed Soft sleepe and plea-sing rest wee wish .

II. Another Dialogue , to be sung at the same time .

NOw is the time , now is the hower , When ioy first blest this happy Bower . Here is a So shines the Moon by night : Heauen-ly is his light , sight that swee-tens euery sower . So looks the Sun by day . And ne-uer shal de-cay .

Chorus .

There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King .

Chorus .

There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King .

Chorus .

There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King .

Chorus .

There is no voice enough can sing The praise of our great King .

Fal showers of sweet de-light , What heauen hath beams that shine more bright ? Spring flowers of plesant mirth . Here heuen is now , stars shine on

II.

In one all honor groweth , Dutie saith that to this one All it hath it ow-eth . earth . From one all comfort flow-eth : Dutie saith that to this one all it hath it oweth .

Chorus .

Let then that one of all be praised , That hath our fortunes raised .

Chorus .

Let then that one of all be praised , That hath our fortunes raised .

Chorus .

Let then that one of all be praised , That hath our fortunes raised .

III. The Kings Good - night .

WElcome , welcome King of - guests , With thy Prince - ly traine : With ioyfull Triumphs , and with Feasts , Be welcom'd home againe . Frolicke mirth , the soule of earth , Shall watch for thy de - light : Knees shall bend , From friend to friend , While full cups doe thee right : And so great King good night , good night , good night , good night , good night .

III. The Kings Good night .

WElcome , welcome King of guests , with thy Princely traine : with ioyfull triumphs and with feasts , Be welcom'd home againe , Frolicke mirth , The soule of earth , Shall watch for thy delight : Knees shall bend , From friend to friend , While full cups doe thee right , And so great King good night , good night , good night , good night , good night .

Welcome , welcome as the Sunne , When the night is past : With vs the day is now begunne , May it for euer last . Such a morne Did nere adorne The Roses of the East , As the North Hath now brought forth : The Northerne morne is best , And so best King good rest .

IIII.

COme follow me my wandring mates , Sonnes and daughters of the Fates : Friends of night , that oft haue done homage to the horned Moone . Fairely march , and shun not light , With such stars as these made bright . Yet bend you low your curled tops , Touch the hallowed earth , and then rise a - gen With anticke hops vnus'd of men . Here no danger is nor feare , For true Ho-nour harbours here , Whom Grace attends . Grace can make our foes our friends .

V. A Ballad .

DIDO was the Carthage Queene , And lou'd the Troian Knight , That wandring ma-ny coasts had seene , And many a dreadfull fight : As they on hunting road , a showe Draue them in a louing hower , Downe to a darkesome eaue : Where Ae-neas with his charmes , Lockt Queen Dido in his armes , And had what hee could haue .

2 Dido Hymens Rites forgot , Her loue was wing'd with haste : Her honour shee considered not , But in her breast him plac't . And when her loue was new begunne , Ioue sent downe his winged Sonne , To fright Aeneas sleepe : Bad him by the breake of day From Queene Dido steale away : Which made her waile and weepe . 3 Dido wept , but what of this ? The Gods would haue it so : Aeneas nothing did amisse , For hee was forc't to goe . Learne Lordings then no faith to keepe With your Loues , but let them weepe ; 'T is folly to be true : Let this Story serue your turne , And let twenty Didoes burne , So you get daily new .

VI. The Dance .

ROBIN is a louely Lad , No Lasse a smo - ther euer had . TOmmy hath a looke as bright , As is the ro-sie morning light . TIB is darke and browne of hue , But like her colour firme and true . GInny hath a lip to kisse , Where - in a spring of Nectar is . SImkin well his mirth can place and words to win a womans grace . SIB is all in all to me , There is no Queene of Loue but she .

VI. All.

Let vs in a louers round , Circle all this hallowed ground . Softly , softly , trip and goe ; trip and goe , The light foot Fairies iet it so , iet it so . Forward then , Forward then , and backe againe , and backe againe ; Here and there , and euery where , and euery where ; Winding to and winding fro ; skipping hye , and lowting low . Chorus . And like louers hand in hand march a Chorus . round , march a round , and make a stand .

VII . A Song .

THE shadowes darkning our in - tents , Must fade , and truth now take her place : Who in our right Aegyptian race , A chaine of prophecies presents ; With which the starry Skye con - sents , And all the vnder-Elements . Thou that art all diuine giue eare , And grace our humble songs , That speake what to thy state belongs . Vnmasked now and cleare , Which wee in seuerall straines di - uide , And Heauen-borne Truth our Notes shall guide , One by one , while wee re - late That which shall tye both Time and Fate .

The shadowes darkning out intents , Must fade , and Truth now take her place : Who in our right Aegyptian race , A chaine of Prophecies presents , With which the starry Skye consents , And all the vnder-Elements . Thou that art all diuine , giue eare , And grace our humble Songs , That speake what to thy State belongs Vnmasked now and cleare : Which wee in seuerall straines diuide , And heauen-borne Truth our Notes shall guide , One by one , while wee relate That which shall tye both Time , and Fate .

VIII .

TRuth , sprung from heauen , shall shine with her beames di-uine , on all thy Land , And there for euer stedsast stand , And there for euer stedsast stand . And there fore - uer stedfast stand . And there for euer stedfast stand . And there for euer stedfast stand .

LOuely peace , spring of in - crease , Shall like a precious gemme a - dorne thy . Royall Dia-deme , a - dorne thy Royall Diademe . A - dorne thy Royall Diademe . A - dorne thy Royall Diademe . A - dorne thy Roy - all Di-ademe .

LOue , that bindes loyall mindes , Shall make all hearts a - gree , To magni - fie thy state and thee . To magni - fie thy state and thee . To magni - fie thy state and thee . To magni - fie thy state and thee . To magni - fie thy state and thee .

HOnour , that proceeds out of noble deeds , shall waite on thee alone , And cast a sacred light a - about thy Throne . And cast a sacred light about thy Throne . And cast a sacred light about thy Throne . And cast a sacred light about thy Throne . And cast a sacred light about thy Throne .

LOng shall thy three Crownes remaine , Blessed in thy long-liu'd raigne . Thy age shall 〈◊〉 youth appeare , And perpetuall Roses beare . And perpetuall Roses beare . And perpetuall Roses beare . And perpetuall Roses beare . And per - petuall Roses beare .

MA - ny on earth thy dayes shall be , But endlesse thy poste - ri - tie , And matchlesse thy posteri - tie . And matchlesse thy posteritie . And matchlesse thy posteritie . And matchlesse thy posteri - tie . And matchlesse thy posteritie .

TRuth ; Peace , Loue , Honour , and Long-life attend Thee , and all those that from thy loynes descend ; With vs the Angels in this Chorus meet . So humbly prostrate at thy sacred feet , Our nightly sports and prophesies wee end .

VIII . Chorus .

TRuth , Peace , Loue , Honour , and Long-life attend Thee , and all those that from thy loynes descend . With vs the Angels in this Chorus meet : So humbly prostrate at thy sacred feet , Our nightly sports and prophesies wee end .

IX . The Farewell Song .

O Stay ! sweet is the least delay , When parting forceth mourning . Oh Ioy ! too soone thy flowers de - cay : From Rose to Bryer retur-ning . Bright beames that now shine here , when you are parted , All will be dimme , all will be dumbe , and euery breast sad hear-ted . Yet more , for true loue may presume , if it exceede not measure . O Griefe ! that blest houres soone consume , But ioylesse passe at lea . sure .

Since wee this light must loose , our loue expressing : Farre may it shine , Long may it liue , to all a publique bles - sing , to all a publique bles - sing .

1 O stay ! sweet is the least delay , When parting forceth mourning : O Ioy ! too soone thy flowers decay . From Rose to Bryer returning . Bright beames that now shine here , When you are parted , All will be dimme , all will be dumbe , And euery breast sad hearted . 2. Yet more , for true loue may presume , If it exceed not measure . O griefe ! that blest houres soone consume , But ioylesse passe at leasure . Since wee this light must lose , Our loue expressing : Farre may it shine , long may it liue , To all a publique blessing .

X. The Lords welcome , sung before the Kings Good-night .

WElcome is the word , The best loue can af - ford : For what can better be ? Welcome Lords , the time drawes neare , When each one shall embrace his deare , And view the face hee longs to see . Absence makes the houre more sweet , When diuided louers meet .

Welcome once againe , Though too much were in vaine : Yet how can loue exceed ? Princely Guests wee wish there were Ioues Nectar and Ambrosia here , That you might like immortals feed ; Changing shapes like full-fed Ioue ; In the sweet pursuit of loue . FINIS .