#edward ll

i must have wanton poets, pleasant wits musicians, that with touching of a string may draw the pliant king which way i please music and poetry is his delight therefore i'll have italian masks by night sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows and in the day, when he shall walk abroad like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad my men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns shall with their goat-feet dance the antic hay sometime a lovely boy in dian's shape with hair that gilds the water as it glides crownets of pearl about his naked arms and in his sportful hands an olive-tree to hide those parts which men delight to see shall bathe him in a spring; and there, hard by one like actæon, peeping through the grove shall by the angry goddess be transform'd and running in the likeness of an hart by yelping hounds pull'd down, shall seem to die such things as these best please his majesty