As that shee could my private whisperings tell I stand amaz'd her eares are not so long That they could reach my words hence then it sprung Love overhearing fled to her bright eare Glad he had got a tale to whisper there Epigram 47 ex decimo Libro Martialis THese are things that being possest Will make a life that 's truly blest Estate bequeath'd not got with toyle A good hot fire a gratefull soyle No strife warme clothes a quiet soule A strength intire a body whole Prudent simplicity equall freinds A diet that no Art commends A night not drunke and yet secure A bed not sad yet chast and pure Long sleepes to make the nights but short A will to be but what thou art Nought rather choose contented lye And neither feare nor wish to dye In Grammaticum Eunuchum GRammaticam Diodore doces Eunuche puellos Credo Solaecismum tu Diodore facis Cum sis exectus quà m nec Sporus ille Neronis Nec mersus liquidis Hermaphroditus aquis Non unam liquit tibi saeva novacula testem Propria quae maribus cur Diodore legis Quae genus aut sexum variant Heteroclyta tantum Posthà c si sapias tu Diodore legas To the Vertuous and noble Lady the Lady Cotton T Is not to force more teares from your sad eye That we write thus that were a Piety Turn'd guilt and sinne we only beg to come And pay due tribute to his sacred tombe The muses did divide his Love with you And justly therefore may be mourners too Instead of Cypresse they have brought fresh Baies To crowne his Vrne and every dirge is Praise But since with him the learned tongues are gone Necessity here makes us use our owne Read in his praise your owne you cannot misse For he was but our Wonder you were his An Elegie on the death of that Renowned and Noble Knight Sir Rowland Cotton of Bellaport in Shropshire RIch as was Cottons worth I wish each line And every verse I breath like him a Mine That by his vertues might created bee A new strange miracle wealth in Poetrie But that invention cannot sure be poore That but relates a part of his large store His youth began as when the Sun doth rise Without a Cloud and clearly trots the skies And whereas other youths commended bee From conceiv'd Hopes his was maturitie Where other springs boast blossoms fairely blowne His was a harvest and had fruits full growne So that he seem'd a Nestor here to raigne In wisdome Aeson-like turn'd young againe This Royall Henry whose majestique eye Saw thorough men did from his court descrye And thither call'd him and then fix'd him there One of the prime starres in his glorious spheare And Princely Master witnesse this with mee He liv'd not there to serve himselfe but thee No Silk-worme Courtier such as study there First how to get their cloaths then how to weare And though in favour high he ne're was known To promote others suits to pay for 's own He valued more his Master and knew well To use his Love was noble base to sell. Many there belive in the Court we know To serve for Pageants and make up the show And are not serviceable there at all But now and then at some great Festivall He serv'd for nobler use the secret-cares Of common-wealths and mystique State affaires And when great Henry did his Maxims heare He wore him as a Iewell in his Eare. Yet short he came not nay he all out-went In what some call a Courtiers complement An Active body that in subtile wise Turnes pliable to any exercise For when he leapt the people dar'd to say He was borne all of fire and wore no clay Which was the cause too that he wrestled so 'T is not fires nature to be kept below His course he so perform'd with nimble pace The time was not perceiv'd measur'd the race As it were true that some late Artists say The Earth mov'd too and run the other way All so soone finish'd when the match was wonne The Gazers by ask'd why they not begunne When he in masque us'd his harmonious feet The Sphears could not in comelier order meet Nor move more gracefull whether they advance Their measures forward or retire their dance There be have seene him in our Henry's Court The glory and the envy of that sport And capring like a constellation rise Having fixt upon him all the Ladies eyes But these in him I would not vertues call But that the world must know that he had all When Henry dy'd our universall woe Willing was Cotton to dye with him too And as neare death he came as neare could bee Himselfe he buried in obscuritie Entomb'd within his study wals and there Only the Dead his conversation were Yet was he not alone for every day Each Muse came thither with her sprig of Bay The Graces round about him did appeare The Genii of all Nations all met there And while immur'd he sat thus close at home To him the wealth of all the world did come He had a language to salute the Sunne Where he unharnest and where 's teame begunne The tongues of all the East to him 't were known As Naturall as they were borne his own Which from his mouth so sweetly did intice As with their language he had mix'd their spice In Greeke so fluent that with it compare Th' Athenian Olives and they â—…aplesse are Rome did submit her Fasces and confesâ—…e Her Tully might talke more and yet speake lesse All Sciences were lodg'd in his large brest And in that Pallace thought themselves so blest They never meant to part but he should bee Sole Monarch and dissolve their Heptarchie But ô how vaine is mans fraile Harmonie We all are swannes he that sings best must die Death knowledge nothing makes when we come there We need no Language nor Interpreter Who would not laugh at him now that should seeke In Cotton's Vrne for Hebrew or for Greeke But his more heav'nly graces with him yet Live constant and about him circled sit A bright Retinue and on each fals downe A robe of Glory and on each a Crowne Then Madam though you have a losse sustain'd Both infinite and ne're to be regain'd Here in this world dry your sad eyes once more You shall againe enter the Nuptiall dore A sprightly bride where you shall clothed bee In garments weav'd of Immortalitie Nor greive because he left you not a Sonne To Image Coâ—…ton forth now he is gone For it had been a wrong to his great Name T' have liv'd in any thing but Heaven and Fame Ausonit Epigram 38. SHee which would not I would choose Shee which would I would refuse Venus could my mind but tame But not satisfie the same Inticements offer'd I despise And deny'd I slightly prize I would neither glut my mind Nor yet too much torment find Twice girt Diana doth not take mee Nor Venus naked joyfull make mee The first no pleasure hath to
to a young fifteen Death in such Nuptials seems with love to play And Ianuary seems to match with May Autumne to wed the Spring Frost to desire To kisse the Sun Ice to embrace the fire Both these are young both sprightfull both compleat Of equall moisture and of equall heat And their desires are one were all Loves such Who would love solitary sheets so much Virginity whereof chast fooles doe boast A thing not known what 't is till it be lost Let others praise for me I cannot tell What vertue 't is to lead Baboons in hell Woman is one with man when shee is brided The same in kind only in sexe divided Had all dy'd maids we had been nothing then Adam had been the first and last of men How none O Venus then thy power had seen How then in vaine had Cupids arrows been My selfe whose coole thoughts feele no hot desires That serve not Venus flames but Vestas fires Had I not vow'd the cloysters to confine My selfe to no more wives then only nine Parnassus brood those that heare Phoebus sing Bathing their naked limbs in Thespian spring I 'de rather bee an Owle of Birds then one That is the Phoenix if shee live alone Two is the first of numbers one naught can doe One then is good when one is made of two Which mistery is thine great Venus thine Thy union can two soules in one combine Now by that power I charge thee blesse the sheets With happy issue where this couple meets The maid 's a Harvy one that may compare With fruit Hesperian or the Dragonscare Her Love a Ward not he that awed the seas Frighting the fearefull Hamadryades That Ocean terrour he that durst outbrave Dread Neptunes Trident Amphitrites wave This Ward a milder Pirat sure will prove And only sailes the Hellespâ—…nt of Love As once Leander did his theft is best That nothing steales but what 's within the brest Yet let that other Ward his thefts compare And ransack all his treasures let him beare The wealth of worlds the bowels of the West And all the richest treasures of the East The sands of Taguâ—… all Pactolus ore With both the Indies yet this one gets more At once by Love then he by force could get Or ravish from the Marchants let him set His Ores together let him vainely boast Of spices snatch'd from the Canary coast The Gummes of Aegypt or the Tyrian fleece Died in his Native purple with what Greece Colchos Arabia or proud China yeilds With all the Metals in Guiana feilds When this has set all forth to boast his pride In various pompe this other brings his Bride And I 'le be judg'd by all judicious eyes If shee alone prove not the richer prize O let not death have power their Love to sever Let them both love and live and die together O let their beds be chast and banish thence As well all Iealousies as all offence For some men I have known whose wives have been As chast as Ice such as were never seen In wanton dalliance such as untill death Never smelt any but their husbands breath Yet the Good-man still dream'd of hornes still fearing His forhead would grow harder still appearing To his own fancy bull or stagge or more Or Oxe at least that was an Asse before If shee would have new cloaths he streight will feare Shee loves a Taylour if shee sad appeare Hee guesses soone it is 'cause he 's at home If jocund sure shee has some freind to come If shee be sick he thinkes no greife shee felt But wishes all Physitians had been guelt But aske her how shee does sets him a swearing Feeling her pulse is love tricks past the bearing Poore wretched wife shee cannot looke a wry But without doubt 't is flat adultery And jealous wives there be that are afraid To entertaine a handsome Chamber-maid Farre farre from them be all such thoughts I pray Let their Loves prove eternall and no day Adde date to their affections grant ô Queene Their Loves like nuptiall bayes be alwaies greene And also grant But here shee bid me stay For well shee knew what I had else to say I ask'd no more wish'd her hold on her race To joyne their hands and send them night apace Shee smil'd to heare what I in sport did say So whip'd her doves and smiling rid away To Mr Feltham on his booke of Resolves IN this unconstant Age when all mens minds In various change strive to outvie the winds When no man sets his foot upon the square But treads on globes and circles when we are The Apes of Fortune and desire to bee Revolved on as fickle wheeles as shee As if the planets that our rulers are Made the soules motion too irregular When minds change oftner then the Greek could dream That made the Metempseucos'd soule his theame Yea oft to beastly formes when truth to say Moons change but once a month we twice a day When none resolves but to be rich and ill Or else resolves to be irresolute still In such a tide of minds that every houre Doe ebbe and flow by what inspring power By what instinct of grace I cannot tell Dost thou resolve so much and yet so well While foolish men whose reason is their sence Still wander in the worlds circumference Thou holding passions raines with strictest hand Dost firme and fixed in the Center stand Thence thou art setled others while they tend To rove about the circle find no end Thy booke I read and read it with delight Resolving so to live as thou dost wright And yet I guesse thy life thy booke produces And but expresses thy peculiar uses Thy manners dictate thence thy writing came So Lesbians by their worke their rules doe frame Not by the rules the worke thy life had been Patterne enough had it of all been seen Without a book books make the difference here In them thou liv'st the same but every where And this I guesse though th' art unknown to me By thy chast writing else it could not bee Dissemble ne'â—…e so well but here and there Some tokens of that plague would soone appeare Oft lurking in the skin a secret gout In books would sometimes blister and breake out Contagious sinnes in which men take delight Must needs infect the paper when they write But let the curious eyes of Lynceus look Through every nerve and sinew of this book Of which 't is full let the most diligent mind Prie thorough it each sentence he shall find Season'd with chast not with an itching salt More favouring of the Lampe then of the malt But now too many thinke noe wit divine None worthy life but whose luxurious line Can ravish Virgins thoughts And is it fit To make a pandar or a baud of wit But tell 'em of it in contempt they look And aske in scorne if you would geld their book As if th' effeminate braine could nothing doe That should be chast and yet be
wherein thou maist Revenge my scorne Take it but I 'le prevent thee he strikes her Amar. Welcome death From him all things are so Damon fly hence Thou hast shed bloud here in the Sacred Valley Make hast away or thou art lost for ever Dam. Thy counsell's good no matter whose the guilt Exit Damon Ama. What was it he said last Thou hast indeed A time wherein thou maist revenge my scorne With love no otherwise and there thou shalt not Prevent mee Damon I will write This inke Deserves not to record the name of Damon T is black and ugly thou thy selfe hast furnisht mee With that of better colour 'T is my blood That 's truly Cupids inke love ought to write Only with that This paper is too course O that I had my heart to write it there But so it is already Would I had A Parchment made of my own skin in that To write the truth of my affection A wonder to posterity Hand make hast As my bloud does or I shall faint I feare Ere I have done my story SCEN. 6. Enter Dorylas Dor. These milkemaids are the daintiest rogues they kisse As sweet as sillibubs surely Oberon Lives a delitious life Ha! who lies here A Nymph If 't were but now in Oberons power To steale away her maidenhead as she sleepes O 't would be excellent sport to see how shee Would misse it when she wakes what misery 't is To be a boy why could not my good father Have got me five yeares sooner here had been A purchase well 't is but five yeares longer And I shall hope to see a merrier world No body neere too Slid the very thought 's Enough to make me man o th sudden well I 'le kisse her though Amar. Oh I faint Dor. She dreames Now shall I know all secrets These same women Are given so much to talke when they are awake That they prate sleeping too Ama. My blood congeales Within my quill and I can write no more Dor. Love letters she was troubled yester night About inditcing and she dreames on 't now Poore sleepy secretary Ama. I will fold it up And send it who 's that 's here my eyes Are dimme ha Dorylas Dor. Now she dreames shee gives it me to carry I halfe feare I use to carry letters in my sleepe Wearying my selfe all night and that 's the reason I am so loath to rise i' th' morning Ama. Dorylas carry this letter for mee Dor. I thought so That 's all that I can doe carry their letters Or runne of errands well come five yeares hence They may imploy me better Vnto whom is it Amar. Vnto Laurinda take it Dor. How a red letter Amar. Say I wish all health to her and Damon And being not able for to beare my griefes I sought a remedy from mine own speare and died Dor. How dead oh mee See how her blood hath stain'd the holy Valley Well you have done me wrong to kill your selfe Only to have me sacrifis'd on the Altar I nere deserv'd it Amar. Fear not Dorylas Dor. Fear not to dye so like a calfe oh Dorylas oh Ama. Good Dorylas be gone whilest yet my breath Will give me leave to say it was not you Dor. See that you doe and so farewell Exit Amar. Farewell How fearfull death is unto them whose life Had any sweetnesse in it my daies have all Been so oreworne with sorrow that this wound Is unto me rather a salve then fore More physick then disease whither my journey Shall lead me now through what dark hideous place Among what monsters hags and snake-hair'd Furies Am I to goe I know not but my life Hath been so spotlesse chast and innocent My death so undeserv'd I have no reason If there be Gods but to expect the best Yet what doth most torment mee is the thought How long 't will bee ere I again enjoy My Damon's presence untill then Elysium Will be no place of pleasure and perchance When he comes thither too he then may slight mee As much as now That very feare doth make thee Dye wretched Amaryllis SCEN. 7. Enter Claius Cla. How no feare Can make me loose the father Death or danger Threat what you can I have no heart to goe Back to the mountaines 'till my eyes have seen My Amaryllis Amar. O was ever love So cros'd as mine was ever Nymph so wretched As Amaryllis Cla. Ha! I heard the sound Of Amarillis where 's that blessed creature That owes the name are you the Virgin Ama. Yes That fatall name is mine I shall anon Be nothing but the name Cla. O speak what hand What barbarous Tigers issue what cursed whelpe Of Beares or Lyon had the marble heart To wound so sweet a Nymph Amar. O sir my bloud Calls none but fortune guilty I by chance Stumbled on mine own dart and hurt my selfe Clai Then I have hearbs to cure it heaven I thank thee That didst instruct me hither still the bloud Flowes like a scarlet torrent whose quick streame Will not be checkt speak Amarillis quickly What hand this sinne hath stain'd upon whose soule This bloud writes murther till you see the man Before your eyes that gave the hurt all hope In Physick is despaire She will not speak And now the cure growes to the last Yet here I have a Recipe will revive her spirits Applies a medicine and rubs her tēples And 'till the last drop of her blood be clean Exhausted from those azure veines preserve her But then shee 's lost for ever Then O Ceres If there be any in these groves men virgins Beast bird or trees or any thing detesting This horrid fact reveale it Sacred grasse Whose hallowed greene this bloudy deed hath stain'd Aske nature for a tongue to name the murtherer I 'le to the Temple If this place containe Any Divinity Piety or Religion If there be any God at home or Priest Ompha or Oracle Shrine or Altar speake Who did it who is guilty of this sinne That dyes the earth with bloud makes the heavens Asham'd to stand a witnesse SCEN. 8. Enter Pilumnus Corymbus Pilum What sad voyce Disturbs our pious Orgyes Cor. See Pilumnus A virgin all in gore Pil. Ceres defend us The Sacred Vally is prophan'd Cor. The place So deare to Ceres all defil'd with bloud Pil. By Ceres and her holy Ompha hee That did it with his blood shall satisfy The Goddesse anger who by blood offends By his own sacrific'd must make amends Cla. I durst presume upon the power of art Did I but know the murtherer Pil. How soever 'T is death to him that did it Cor. Speake his name Faire virgin Ama. O if it be death to him That did it I have not the power to live Behind him Cor. Why who was it then Ama. My selfe And therefore in my death your law is satisfied The blood and act both mine Cla. It is not so For had it been by her own hand my skill Could have preserv'd her
that in our water playes The Goose for us her tender plumes hath bred To lay us on a softer bed Our blankets are not dy'd with Orphans teares Our Pillows are not stuff'd with cares To walke on our owne grounds a stomack gets The best of sawce to tart out meats In midst of such a feast 't is joy to come And see the well fed Lambs at home 'T is pleasure to behold th' inversed Plow The Languid necks of Oxen bow And view th' industrious servants that will sweat Both at labour and at meat Lord grant me but enough I aske no more Then will serve mine and helpe the poore An Elegie upon the Lady Venetia Digby DEath who 'ld not change prerogatives with thee That dost such rapes yet mayst not question'd bee Here cease thy wanton lust be satisfi'd Hope not a second and so faire a bride Where was her Mars whose valiant armes did hold This Venus once that thou durst be so bold By thy too nimble theft I know 't was feare Lest he should come that would have rescu'd her Monster confesse didst thou not blushing stand And thy pale cheeke turne red to touch her hand Did shee not lightning-like strike suddaine heat Through thy cold limbs and thaw thy frost to sweat Well since thou hast her use her gently Death And in requitall of such pretious breath Watch sentinell to guard her doe not see The wormes thy rivals for the Gods will bee Remember Paris for whose pettier sin The Troian gates let the stout Grecians in So when time ceases whose unthrifty hand Ha's now almost consum'd his stock of sand Myriads of Angels shall in Armies come And fetch proud ravisher there Helen home And to revenge this rape thy other store Thou shalt resigne too and shalt steale no more Till then faire Ladies for you now are faire But till her death I fear'd your just dispaire Fetch all the spices that Arabia yeelds Distill the choycest flowers of the fields And when in one their best perfections meet Embalme her course that shee may make them sweet Whilst for an Epitaph upon her stone I cannot write but I must weepe her one Epitaph Beauty it selfe lyes here in whom alone Each part injoy'd the same perfection In some the Eyes we praise in some the Haire In her the Lips in her the Cheeks are faire That Nymphs fine Feet her Hands we beauteous call But in this forme we praise no part but all The ages past have many beauties showne And I more plenty in our time have knowne But in the age to come I looke for none Nature despaires because her pattern's gone An Epitaph upon Mrs I. T. REader if thou hast a teare Thou canst not choose but pay it here Here lyes modesty meeknesse zeale Goodnesse Piety and to tell Her worth at once one that had showne All vertues that her sex could owne Nor dare my praise too lavish bee Least her dust blush for soe would shee Hast thou beheld in the spring's bowers Tender buds breake to bring forth flowers So to keepe vertues stock pale death Tooke her to give her infant breath Thus her accounts were all made even Shee rob'd not earth to adde to heaven An Epithalamium MVse be a bride-maid dost not heare How honoured Hunt and his faire Deere This day prepare their wedding cheere The swiftest of thy pinions take And hence a suddaine journey make To helpe 'em breake their bridall Cake Hast 'em to Church tell 'em love sayes Religion breeds but fond delayes To lengthen out the tedious dayes Childe the slow Preist that so goes on As if he feard he should have done His sermon e're the glasse be runne Bid him post o're his words as fast As if himselfe were now to tast The pleasure of so â—…aire a wast Now lead the blessed Couple home And serve a dinner up for some Their banquet is as yet to come Maids dance as nimbly as your blood Which I see swell a purple flood In Emulation of that good The bride possesseth for I deeme What shee enjoyes will be the theme This night of every virgins dreame But envy not their blest content The hasty night is almost spent And they of Cupid will be shent The Sunne is now ready to ride Sure 't was the morning I espide Or 't was the blushing of the bride See how the lusty bridegrooms veins Swell till the active torrent strains To breake those o're stretcht azure chains And the faire bride ready to cry To see her pleasant losse so nigh Pants like the sealed Pigeons eye Put out the torch Love lovesno lights Those that performe his misticke rites Must pay their Orisons by nights Nor can that sacrifice be done By any Priest or Nun alone But when they both are met in one Now you that tast of Hymens cheere See that your lips doe meet so neare That Cockels might be tutor'd there And let the whisprings of your love Such short and gentle murmurs prove As they were Lectures to the dove And in such strict embraces twine As if you read unto the Vine The Ivy and the Columbine Then let your mutuall bosomes beat Till they create by virtuall heat Mirrhe Balme and spikenard in a sweat Thence may there spring many a paire Of Sonnes and Daughters strong and faire How soone the Gods have heard my praier Me thinks already I espy The cradles rock the babies cry And drousy Nurses Lullaby An Epitaph upon his honour'd friend Mr Warre HEre lyes the knowing head the honest heart Faire blood and courteous hands and every part Of gentle Warre all with one stone content Though each deserv'd a severall monument He was beleive me Reader for 't is rare Virtuous though young and learned though an heire Not with his Blood or Natures gifts content He paid them both their tribute which they lent His ancestors in him fixed their pride So with him all reviv'd with him all dyed This made death lingring come asham'd to bee At once the ruine of a familie Learne Reader here though long thy line hath stood Time breeds consumptions in the noblest blood Learne Reader here to what our Glories come Here 's no distinction 'twixt the House and Toombe Vpon the losse of his little finger ARithmetique nine digits and no more Admits of then I still have all my store For what mischance hath tane from my left hand It seemes did only for a Cipher stand But this I 'le say for thee departed joynt Thou wert not given to steale nor pick nor point At any in disgrace but thou didst go Vntimely to thy Death only to show The other members what they once must doe Hand arme legge thigh and all must follow too Oft didst thou scan my verse where if I misse Henceforth I will impute the cause to this A fingers losse I speake it not in sport Will make a verse a Foot too short Farewell deare finger much I greive to see How soone mischance hath made a Hand of thee
On the Passion of Christ. WHat rends the temples vail wher is day gone How can a generall darknesse cloud the Sun Astrologers their skill in vaine doe try Nature must needs be sick when God can dye Necessary observations 1 Precept FIrst worship God he that forgets to pray Bids not himselfe good morrow nor good day Let thy first labour be to purge thy sin And serve him first whence all things did begin 2 Pre. Honour thy Parents to prolong thine end With them though for a truth doe not contend Though all should truth defend doe thou loose rather The truth a while then loose their Loves for ever Who ever makes his fathers heart to bleed Shall have a child that will revenge the deed 3 Pre. Thinke that is just 't is not enough to doe Vnlesse thy very thoughts are upright too 4 Pre. Defend the truth for that who will not dye A coward is and giâ—…s himselfe the lye 5 Pre. Honour the King as sonnes their Parents doe For he 's thy Father and thy Country 's too 6 Pre. A freind is gold if true hee le never leave thee Yet both without a touchstone may deceive thee 7 Pre. Suspicious men thinke others false but hee Cozens himselfe that will too credulous bee For thy freinds sake let no suspect be shown And shun to be too credulous for thine own 8 Pre. Take well what e're shall chance though bad it bee Take it for good and 't will be so to thee 9 Pre. Swear not An oath is like a dangerous dart Which shot rebounds to strike the shooters heart 10 Pre. The law 's the path of life then that obey Who keeps it not hath wandring lost his way 11 Pre. Thanke those that doe thee good so shalt thou gaine Their second helpe if thou shouldst need againe 12 Pre. To doubtfull matters doe not headlong run What 's well left off were better not begun 13 Pre. Be well advis'd and wary counsell make E're thou dost any action undertake Having undertaken thy endeauours bend To bring thy Action to a perfect end 14 Pre. Safe in thy brest close lock up thy Intents For he that knows thy purpose best prevents 15 Pre. To tell thy miseries will no comfort breed Men helpe thee most that thinke thou hast no need But if the world once thy misfortunes know Thou soone shalt loose a freind and find a foe 16 Pre. Keepe thy freinds goods for should thy wants bee known Thou canst not tell but they may be thine own 17 Pre. To gather wealth through fraud doe not presume A little evill got will much consume 18 Pre. First thinke and if thy thoughts approve thy will Then speake and after what thou speakst fulfill 19 Pre. Spare not nor spend too much be this thy care Spare but to spend and only spend to spare Who spends too much may want and so complaine But he spends best that spares to spend againe 20 Pre. If with a stranger thou discourse first learne By strictest observations to discerne If he be wiser then thy selfe if so Be dumbe and rather choose by him to know But if thy selfe perchance the wiser bee Then doe thou speake that he may learne by thee 21 Pre. If thou dispraise a man let no man know By any circumstance that he 's thy foe If men but once find that they ' l quickly see Thy words from hate and not from judgment bee If thou wouldst tell his vice doe what you can To make the world believe thou lov'st the man 22 Pre. Reprove not in their wrath incensed men Good councell comes cleane out of season then But when his fury is appeas'd and past He will conceive his fault and men at last When he is coole and calme then utter it No man gives Physick in the midst o th' Fit 23 Pre. Seeme not too conscious of thy worth nor be The first that knows thy own sufficiency If to thy King and Country thy true care More serviceable is then others are That blaze in court and every Action sway As if the Kingdome on their shoulders lay Or if thou serv'st a master and dost see Others prefer'd of lesse Desert then thee Doe not complaine though such a Plaint be true Lords will not give their Favours as a Due But rather stay and hope it cannot bee But men at last must needs thy vertues see So shall thy trust endure and greater grow Whilst they that are above thee fall below 24 Pre. Desire not thy meane-fortunes for to set Next to the stately Mannors of the Great He will suspect thy labours and oppresse Fearing thy greatnesse makes his wealth the lesse Great ones doe love no Aequals But must bee Aboue the Termes of all comparitie Such a rich Neighbour is compared best To the great Pike that eats up all the rest Or else like Pharaohs Cow that in an houre Will seaven of his fattest freinds devoure Or like the sea whose vastnesse swallows cleane All other streams though no encrease be seene Live by the Poore they doe the Poore no harme So Bees thrive best when they together swarme Rich men are Bears and Poore men ought to feare 'em Like ravenous wolfes 't is dangerous living neare ' em 25 Pre. Each man three Divels hath selfe borne afflictions Th' unruly Tongue the Belly and Affections Charme these such holy Conjurations can Gaine thee the friendship both of God and man 26 Pre. So liue with man as if Gods curious eye Did every where into thine Actions prie For never yet was sinne so void of sence So fully fac'd with brazen Impudence As that it durst before mens eyes commit Their beastly lusts least they should witnesse it How dare they then offend when God shall see That must alone both Iudge and Iury bee 27 Pre. Take thou no care how to deferre thy death And give more respit to this Mortall breath Would'st thou live long the only means are these 'Bove Galens diet or Hippocrates Strive to live well Tread in the upright wayes And rather count thy Actions then thy dayes Then thou hast liv'd enough amongst us here For every day well spent I count a yeare Live well and then how soone so e're thou die Thou art of Age to claime Aeternitie But he that out lives Nestor and appeares T' have past the date of gray Mathusalem's yeares If he his life to sloth and sinne doth give I say he only Was he did not Live 28 Pre. Trust not a man unknown he may deceive thee And doubt the man thou knowst for he may leave thee And yet for to prevent exceptions too 'T is best not seeme to doubt although you doe 29 Pre. Heare much but little speake a wise man feares And will not use his tongue so much as eares The Tongue if it the hedge of Teeth doe breake Will others shame and its own Ruine speake I never yet did ever read of any Vndone by hearing but by speaking many The reason 's this the Eares
with a second and that too A third wipes of so will we goe To numbers that the starrs out run And all the Atoms in the Sun For though we kisse till Phaebus ray Sink in the seas and kissing stay Till his bright beams return again There can of all but one remain And if for one good manners call In one good manners grant me all Are kisses all they but forerun Another duty to be done What would you of that minstrell say That tunes his pipes and will not play Say what are blossoms in their prime That ripen not in harvest time Or what are buds that ne're disclose The long'd for sweetnesse of the rose So kisses to a Lover's guest Are invitations not the feast See every thing that wee spy Is fruitfull saving you and I Veiw all the feilds survey the bowers The buds the blossoms and the flowers And say if they so rich could be In barren base Virginitie Earth's not so coy as you are now But willingly admits the plow For how had man or beast been fed If she had kept her maiden head Coelia once coy as are the rest Hangs now a babe on either brest And Chloris since a man she took Has lesse of greennesse in her look Our ewes have ean'd and every damme Gives suck unto her tender Lambe As by these groves we walk'd a long Some Birds were feeding of their young Some on their egges did brooding sit Sad that they had not hatch'd them yet Those that were slower then the rest Were busy building of their nest You will not only pay the fine You vow'd and ow'd to Vâ—…lentine As you were angling in the brook With silken line and silver hook Through Christall streams you might descry How vast and numberlesse a fry The fish had spawn'd that all along The banks were crowded with the throng And shall fair Venus more command By water then she does by land The Phoenix chast yet when she dyes Her self with her own ashes lyes But let thy Love more wisely thrive To doe the act while th' art alive 'T is time we left our childish Love That trades for toyes and now approve Our abler skill they are not wise Look Babies only in the eyes That smooth red smile shews what you meant And modest silence gives consent That which we now prepare will bee Best done in silent secresie Come doe not weep what is 't you feare Least some should know what we did here See not a flowre you prest is dead But re-erects his bended head That who soe're shall passe this way Knows not by these where Phyllis lay And in your forehead there is none Can read the act that we have done Phyllis Poore credulous and simple maid By what strange wiles art thou betraid A treasure thou hast lost to day For which thou canst no ransome pay How black art thou transform'd with sin How strange a guilt gnaws me within Greif will convert this red to pale When every Wake and whitsund-ale Shall talk my shame break break sad heart There is no Medicine for my smart No hearb nor balm can cure my sorrow Vnlesse you meet again to morrow Vpon a very deformed Gentlewoman but of a voice incomparably sweet I chanc'd sweet Lesbia's voice to heare O that the pleasure of the eare Contented had the appetite But I must satisfy the sight Where such a â—…ace I chanc'd to see From which good Lord deliver me I' st not prophane if I should tell I thought her one of those that fell With Lucifers Apostate traine Yet did her Angels voice retaine A cherubin her notes descry'd A Divell every where beside Aske the dark woods and they 'le confesse None did such Harmony expresse In all their bowres from May to Iune Yet nere was face so out of tune Her Virginall teeth false time did keep Her wrinkled forhead went too deep Lower then Gammath sunke her eyes 'Bove Ela though her nose did rise I 'le trust Musitians now that tell Best musique doth in discords dwell Her ayres entic'd the gentle quire Of Birds to come who all admire And would with pleasure longer stay But that her looks frights them away Which for a good Priapus goes And well may serve to scarre the crowes Her voice might tempt th' immortall race But let her only shew her face And soone shee might extinguish thus The lusting of an Incubus So have I seene a lute ore worne Old and rotten patcht and torne So ravish with a sound and bring A close so sweet to every string As would strike wonder in our eares And work an envy in the Spheares Say monster strange what maist thou be Whence shall I fetch thy Pedigree What but a Panther could beget A beast so foule a breath so sweet Or thou of Syrens issue art If they be fish the upper part Or else blind Homer was not mad Then when he sung Vlysses had So strange a guift from Aeolus Who odour-breathing Zephyrus In severall bottles did inclose For certain thou art one of those Thy lookes where other women place Their chiefest Pride is thy disgrace The tongue a part which us'd to be Worst in thy Sexe is best in thee Were I but now to choose my deare Not by my eye but by my eare Here would I dote how shall I wooe Thy voice and not thy body too Then all the brood I get of thee Would Nightingalls and Cygnets be Cygnets betimes their throats to trye Borne with more Musique then they dye Say Lesbia say what God will blesse Our Loves with so much happinesse Some women are all tongue but ô Why art not thou my Lesbia so Thy looks doe speak thee witch one spell To make thee but invisible Or dye resigne thy selfe to death And I will catch thy latest breath But that the nose will scarce I feare Finde it so sweet as did the eare Or if thou wouldst not have me coy As was the selfe-inam our'd Boy Turne only Voice an Eccho prove Here here by heav'n I fixe my Love If not you Gods to ease my mind Or make her dumbe or strike me blind For griefe and anger in me rise Whil'st shee hath tongue or I have eyes The milk-maids Epithalamium IOy to the Bridegroome and the Bride That lye by one anothers side O fie upon the Virgin Bedds No losse is gain but Maiden heads Love quickly send the time may be When I shall deal my Rosemary I long to simper at a feast To dance and kisse and doe the rest When I shall wed and Bedded be O then the qualme comes over me And tells the sweetnesse of a Theame That I ne're knew but in a dreame You Ladies have the blessed nights I pine in hope of such delights And silly Dam'sell only can Milk the cowes teats and think on man And sigh and wish to tast and prove The wholesome Sillibub of Love Make hast at once twin-Brothers beare And leave new matter for a starre Woemen and ships are never
make the world believe I nourish vermine O death death death if that our graves hatch wormes Without tongues to torment us let 'um have What teeth they will I meet not here an object But adds to my affliction Sure I am not A man I could not then be so ridiculous My eares are overgrown I am an Asse It is my eares they gaze at What strange Harpy Centaure or Gorgon am I turn'd into What Circe wrought my Metamorphosis If I be beast she might haue made me Lyon Or something not ridiculous O Acteon If I doe branch like thee it is my fortune Why look they on me else There is with in A Glasse they say that has strange qualities in it That shall resolve me I will in to see Whether or no I man or Monster be Exit SCEN. II To them Deilus Aphobus Bird. Who be these They look like Presumption and Despaire Rosc. And such they are That is Aphobius one that out of an impious confidence fears nothing The other Deilus that from an Atheisticall distrust shakes at the motion of a reed These are the Extreams of Fortitude that steeres an even course between over much darâ—…ing and overmuch fearing Flowr Why stayes this reprobate Colax Rosc. Any vice Yeelds work for Flattery Flow. A good Doctrine marke it Deilus Is it possible did you not fear it say you To me the meere relation is anague Good Aphobus no more such terrible stories I would not for a world lye alone to night I shall have such strange dreames Apho. What can there be That I should fear The Gods If they be good T is sin to fear them if not good no Gods And then let them fear me Or are they Divells That must affright me Deilus Diuells where good Aphobus I thought there was some conjureing abroad T is such a terrible wind O here it is Now it is here again O still still still Apho. What 's the matter Deilus Still it followes me The thing in black behind soone as the Sun But shines it haunts mee Gentle spirit leave mee Cannot you lay him Aphobus what an ugly looks it has With eyes as big as sawcers nostrills wider Then Barbers basons Apho. T is nothing Deilus But your weak Phancy that from every object Drawes arguments of fear This terrible black thing Deil. Wher is it Aphobus Apho. Is but your shadow Deilus Deil. And should not we fear shadowes Apho. No! why should we Deil. Who knows but they come learing after us To steale away the substance Watch him Aphobus Apho. I nothing fear Colax I doe commend your valour That fixes your great soule fast as a Center Not to be mov'd with dangers let slight cock-boats Be shaken with a wave while you stand firme Like an undaunted rock whose constant hardnesse Rebeats the fury of the raging Sea Dashing it into froth Base fear doth argue A low degenerate soule Deil. Now I fear every thing Colax T is your discretion Every thing has danger And therefore every thing is to be feared I doe applaud this wisdome T is a symptome Of wary providence His too confident rashnesse Argues a stupid ignorance in the soule A blind and senselesse judgement give me feare To man the fort 't is such a circumspect And wary sentinell Flow. Now shame take thee for A Luke warme formalist Colax But daring valour Vncapable of danger sleepes securely And leaves an open entrance to his enemies Deil. What are they landed Apho. Who Deil. The enemies That Colax talkes of Apho. If they be I care not Though they be Gyants all and arm'd with thunder Deil. Why doe you not fear Thunder Apho. Thunder no! No more then squibs and crackers Deil. Squibs and crackers I hope there be none here slid squibs and crackers The meere Epitomies of the Gun-powder Treason Faux in a lesser volume Apho. Let fooles gaze At bearded starres it is all one to mee As if they had been shav'd thus thus would I Out-beard a Meteour for I might as well Name it a prodigy when my candle blazes Deil. Is there a Comet say you Nay I saw it It reach'd from Pauls to Charing and portends Some certain imminent danger to th' inhabitants Twixt those two places I 'le goe get a lodging Out of its Influence Colax Will that serve I feare It threatens generall ruine to the Kingdome Deil. I 'le to some other Country Colax There 's danger too to crosse the Seas Deil. Is there no way good Colax To crosse the Sea by Land O the scituation The horrible scituation of an Island Colax You sir are farre above such frivolons thoughts You fear not death Apho. Not I. Col. Not sudden death Apho. No more then sudden sleepes Sir I dare dye Deil. I dare not Death to me is terrible I will not dye Apho. How can you Sir prevent it Deil. Why I will kill my selfe Col. A valiant course And the right way to prevent death indeed Your spirit is true Roman But yours greater That fear not death nor yet the manner of it Should Heaven fall Apho. Why then we should have Larkes Deil. I shall never eate Larkes again while I breath Col. Or should the earth yawn like a sepulcher And with an open throat swallow you quick Apho. T' would save me the expences of a grave Deil. I 'had rather trouble my Exequutors by ' the half Apho. Canons to me are pot-guns Deil. Potguns to me Are Canons the report will strike me dead Apho. A rapier 's but a bodkin Deil. And a bodkin Is a most dangerous weapon since I read Of Iulius Cesars death I durst not venture Into a Tailors shop for fear of Bodkins Apho. O that the valiant Gyants would again Rebell against the Gods and besiege Heaven So I might be their leader Col. Had Enceladus Been halfe so valiant Iove had been his prisoner Apho. Why should we think there be such things as dangers Scylla Charybdis Python are but fables Medeas Bull and Dragon very tales Seâ—… monsters serpents all Poeticall figments Nay Hell it selfe and Acheron meere inventions Or were they true as they are false should I be So timorous as to fear these Bugbeare Harpyes Medusa's Centaurs Gorgons Deill O good Aphobus Leave conjuring or take me into th' circle What shall I doe good Colax Col. Sir walke in There is they say a Looking-glasse a strange one Of admirable vertues that will render you Free from inchantments Dei How a Looking-glasse Dost think I can endure it why there lies A man within 't in ambush to entrap me I did but lift my hand up and he presently Catcht at it Colax 'T was the shadow Sir of your selfe Trust me a meere reflection Deil. I will trust thee Exit Apho. What Glasse is that Colax A trick to fright the Idiot Out of his wits a glasse so full of dread Rendring unto the eye such horrid spectacles As would amaze even you Sir I doe think Your optick nerves would shrink in the beholding This if
love Da. Yet t is Alexis clean against our oath Ale True Damon and perchance may ruine both Da. So neither shall enjoy her Ale Cruell breath Besides this is the Sacred Vale t is death To staine the hallowed grasse but with one drop Of humane blood Da. So both should loose their hope Ale And which is more 't is against her commands Da. Whos 's every breath has powre to stay our hands Ale Wee 'l have her answer make a certain end Da. Till then Alexis let me be thy friend Ale Come Damon le ts together seeke reliefe Da. T is fit being Rivalls both in love and griefe Finis Actus secundi ACTVS 3. SCEN 1. Damon Alexis Laurinda Dam. LAurinda by thy selfe the sweetest oath That can be sworn Ale By those faire eyes whose light Comfort my soule Dam. Whose heat inflameth mine Ale Vnlesse you deigne at length to end our strife Da. We both have vow'd to sacrifice our life Ale On one anothers speare Lau. What shall I doe I find an equall warre within my soule My selfe divided now I would say Damon Another time Alexis then againe Damon and then Alexis like a sheapheard That sees on either hand a ravenous wolfe One snatching from his ewe a tender Lamb The other watching for a gentle Kid Knowes not poore soule which hand to turne to first Now he would save his Lamb but seeing his Kid Halfe in the jaw of death turnes back in hast To reseue that where viewing then his Lamb In greater danger runs to that again As doubtfull which to save as which to loose So fares it now with me But love instruct mee Da. Resolve Ale Or wee 'l resolve Lau. No trick left yet Enter Dorylas Dor. If ever one was pepper'd looke on mee Lau. Why what 's the matter Do. You talke of Love and Cupid I have been plagu'd with a whole swarme of Cupids Ale what should this meane Do. I know not but I am sure I have a thousand naturall rapiers Stick in my flesh Da. The meaning of the riddle Ale The morall Do. In plain tearmes I have been driving One of your swarmes of Bees gentle Laurinda Lau. The purest waxe give Damon and good swaine The hony to Alexis This is plain Do. Now will the hony and the wax fall together by th' eares Da. Alexis this plain signe confirmes her grant She gave me waxe to seale the covenant Do. Well argu'd for the waxe now for the hony Ale To me she gave the hony that must be The sweetest and the sweetest sweet is shee Do. The hony is the sweeter argument Da. But by the waxe she saies that she from none But mee will take true loves impression Do. The waxe is very forward to the bargain He would be sealing of her Ale But plain the hony speakes no other guest But I shall tast in her a lovers feast Do. Delicious reason my mouth waters at it Dam. The waxe must make the Taper that must light The wedded paire to bed on Hymen's night Besides 't is virgins waxe by that you see To me she destinies her virginity Do. Two excellent twin-arguments borne at a birth Ale And hony shewes a wedding that must knead A cake for Hymen ere we goe to bed Take you the waxe the hony is for mee There is no hony in the world but shee Dor. His disputation still has some good relish in 't Da. I see Alexis all Laurinda's bees Serve but to sting us both Dor. Now what 's the matter The morall Lau. See what 't is to live a maid Now two at once doe serve us and adore Shee that weds one serves him serv'd her before Da. Alexis come Al. Come Damon Da. Cure my feare Al. There 's no helpe left but in a Pelian speare Lau. O stay your hands for by my maidenhead Dor. Happy the man shall quit her of that oath Ale Most happy Dorylas Do. I knew that before Lau. I have protested never to disclose Which 't is that best I love But the first Nymph As soone as Titan guilds the Easterne hills And chirping birds the Saints-bell of the day Ring in our eares a warning to devotion That lucky damsell what so e're she be Shall be the Goddesse to appoint my love To say Laurinda this shall be your choice And both shall sweare to stand to her award Both. By fair Laurinda's hand we swear Lau. Till then Be friends and for this night it is my pleasure You sleep like friendly Rivalls arme in arme Both. Thankes to the fair Laurinda Al. Come Damon you this night with me shall rest Da. Wert thou but my Laurinda I were blest Exeunt Damon Alexis Dor. Mistresse if they should dreame now Lau. And they should SCEN. 2. Amaryllis Vrania Doryllis Laurinda Vra. Sweet Amaryllis Ama. Stay me not Vrania Do. More Cupids more bees more stinging yet Ama. Dishevel'd haire poore ornament of the head I 'le teare you from my crowne what dost thou here Weake chaines my pride presum'd you had a powre To fetter Heroes and in amorous Gives Lead any sheapheard captive Vra. Amaryllis Ama. But Damon breakes thee like a spiders loome And thou poore face that wer't so oft beli'de For fair and beauteous by my flattering glasse I 'le teare those crimson roses from my cheekes That but my selfe nere yet inchanted any My will is fixt Lau. Where goe you Amaryllis Ama. Since Damon hates my life I 'le goe and see If I can please him in my death if hee 'le but deigne To kisse me and accept my latest breath I shall salute the Gods a happy soule This dart I 'le give him and upon my knees Beg till I have obtain'd to dye by him Death from that hand is welcome Lau. I will shew you A way most probable to redeeme his love Ama. I shall wrong you Laurinda No injoy him The treasure of the Earth my latest words Shall be praiers for you mild Vrania Sister in blood to Damon not in affection Nymph take this whistle 't was a Tritons once With which I call my Lamb-kins when they stray 'T is Amaryllis last bequeathment to you Vra. Live happy sheapheardesse and weare it still Ama. Laurinda my great legacy is yours Gentle-ungentle Damon Lau. I re bequeath him to my Amarylis Come therefore amorous maid be rul'd by mee This night wee 'le sleepe together Do. And shee too Should dreame of Damon Lau. Dorylas goe to Thestylis â—… excuse her this nights absence Amaryllis Wenches are nere so witty as a bed And two together make a statesmans head Begon to Thestylis Do. So I am sure Still Cupids factor well ere long I see There will be many an heire the more for mee Vra. My Bellamore y' are under good protection The Temple gates will close unlesse I hast Lau. Vrania a happy night unto you Vra. The like to her that ipitties the distressed Amaryllis Exeunt Lau. Ama. Vrania Dor. So so this hony with the very thought Has made my mouth so
language but in ours They thank you and they say they will have none Elves Ti-ti-ta-tâ—…-Tititatie Io. What say they now Do. They doe request you now To grant them leave to dance a Fayry ring About your servant and for his offence Pinch him doe you the while command the traitour Not dareto stirre not once presume to mutter Io. Traytour for so Prince Oberon deignes to call thee Stirre not nor mutter Bro. To be thus abus'd Io. Ha mutter'st thou Bro. I have deserved better Io. Still mutter'st thou Bro. I see I must endure it Io. Yet mutter'st thou Now Noble Lords begiâ—… When it shall please your honours Do. Ti ti tatie Our noble freind permits Tititatie Doe you not sir Io. How should I say I doe Do. Ti ti ta tie Io. Ti ti ta tie my Noble Lords Elves Quoniam per te violamur Vngues hic experiamur Statim dices tibi datam Cutem valdè variatam They dance Io. Tititatie to your Lordships for this excellent musick Bro. This 't is to have a coxcombe to on 's master Io. Still mutter'st thou Exit Bromius Dorylas from the tree Iocastus falls on his knees Do And rise up Sir Iocastus our deare Knight Now hang the hallowed bell about his neck We call it a mellisonant Tingle Tangle Indeed a sheep-bell stolne from 's own fat wether The ensigne of his knighthood Sir Iocastus Wee call to mind we promis'd you long since The President of our Dances place we are now Pleas'd to confirme it on you give him there His Staffe of Dignity aside Io. Your Grace is pleas'd To honour your poore leigeman Do. Now begone Io. Farewell unto your Grace and eke to you Tititatie my Noble Lords farewell Exit Dor. Tititatie my noble foole farewell Now my Nobility and honourd Lords Our grace is pleas'd for to part stakes here Iocalo These are your share these his and these our Graces Have we not gull'd him bravely see you Rascalls These are the fruits of witty knavery Mopsus enters barking Dor. Heaven shield Prince Oberon and his honour'd Lords We are betraid Mop. Bow wow wow Nay nay since you have made a sheepe of my Brother I 'le be a dog to keepe him Do. O good Mopsus Mop. Does not your Grace most lowe and mighty Dorylas Feare whipping now Do. Good Mopsus but conceale us And I will promise by to morrow night To get thee Thestylis Mop. I will aske leave Of the birds first An owle the bird of night An owle That plainly shewes that by to morrow night shreekes He may performe his promise Do. And I will Mop. Why then I will conceale you But your Grace Must thinke your Grace beholding to mee Do. Well We doâ—… Mop. And thanke the owle she stood your friend And for this time my witty Grace farewell Do. Nay be not so discourteous Stay and take An apple first you Iocalo give him one And you another and our Grace a third Mop. Your Grace is liberall But now I feare I am not hee that must interpret th' Oracle My brother will prevent me to my griefe I much suspect it for this Dorylas A scarre-crow cozend him most shamefully Which makes me feare hee 's a more foole then I. Exit Mopsus Dor. So we are clean got off come noble Peeres Of Fairy come attend our Royall Grace Let 's goe and share our fruit with our Queen Mab And th' other Dary maids where of this theam We will discourse amidst our Cakes and Cream Elves Cum tot poma habeamus Triumphos laeti iam canamus Faunos ego credam ortos Tantum ut frequentent hortos I domum Oberon ad illas Quae nos manent nunc ancillas Quarum osculemur sinum Inter poma lac vinum Finis Actus tertii ACTVS 4. SCEN 1. Mopsus The stilis Mop. I would have you to know The stilis so I would I am no dog but mortall flesh and blood As you are Thes. O be patient gentle Mopsus Mop. Slid fetch and carry Thes. Nay good sweet heart Be not so angry Mop. Angry why 't would anger A dog indeed to be so us'd a dog I would not use a dog so bid a dog That comes of a good house to fetch and carry Discourteous â—…et him get dogs of his own For I have got my neck out of the collar Let him unkennell's Oracles himselfe For Mopsus if I starte or spring him one I 'le dye the dogs death and be hang'd mad foole Thes. But Mopsus you may now securely visit Mee and my house Amyntas heaven be prais'd Is now recover'd of his wits again Mop. How and grown wise Thes. Ceres be prais'd as ever Mop. Shut up your doores then Carduus Benedictus Or Dragon water may doe good upon him Thes. What mean you Mopsus Mop. Mean I what mean you To invite me to your house when 't is infected Thes. Infected Mop. I Amyntas has the Wits And doe you think I 'le keepe him company Though as I told you still I am suspitious Iocastus is the man that must The. Doe what Mop. It grieves me to think of it The. Out with 't man Mop. That must interpret I have cause to think With sorrow be it spoken he will prove The verier foole but let him yet now my Augâ—…ry That never failes me tells mee certainly That I shall have thee Thestylis yet ere night It was an owle SCEN. 2. Claius Amyntas And see see Thestylis Here comes the Ivy bush I 'le stand aside For I am still most bodily afraid Amy. What Deity lives here the soule of Phoebus Breaths in this powerfull man sure Aeculapius Revisits earth againe and in this shape Deales health amongst us I before was nothing But bruiâ—… and beast O tell me by what reliques Of heavenly fire have you inspir'd me with This better soule of reason worthy sir If y' are some God as lesse I cannot deeme you That pittying of my miseries came downe From heaven to cure mee tell mee that I may With sacrifice adore you Mop. Adore him Are there such Ruffian Gods in heaven as he Such beggarly Deities Amyn. If you will conceale it And I by ignorance omit to pay Those sacred duties that I ought be pleas'd To pardon me Mop. Heighday well Thestylis You may be glad your house is not infected Hee'sten times madder now then ere he was To deify this rude ill-favour'd Silvan This fellow with the beard all over Thestylis I dare not stay unlesse my heeles maintaine My safety I shall turne a dog againe Exit Mopsus Clai I am as you are mortall 't is my skill In Physick and experience in the rare Vertue of herbes that wrought this miracle No Divinity or power in me Thest. Amyntas when shall wee requite this kindnesse Amynt Never I would willingly Have sacrific'd unto him but his modesty Will not permit it though he will not suffer us T' adore him as a God yet we may pay A reverence to him as a father Claius
life Amar. It was my selfe Or one as deare Cla. Who 's that Ama. I 'le rather dye Then name him though it be a name I use Oft to repeat and every repetition Is a new soule unto mee 't is a name I have taught the birds to caroll every Laurell and Cedar beares it registred Vpon his tender barke it is a name In which is all the life I yet have left A name I long to speake yet I had rather Dye all the severall sorts of death twice over Then speake it once Clai I charge thee by that duty Thou ow'st to me Amarillis that thou owest to me Who gave thee life Pil. What should this mean Corymbus Cl. And by the womb that bare thee by the breasts Of thy dead mother Lalage Cor. This is strange Cla. Conceale him not in plain I am thy father Thy father Amarillis that commands thee By these gray haires to tell mee I am Claius Pilum How Claius and so fortunatly found Claius I glut your hate Pilumnus let your soule That has so long thirsted to drinke my blood Swill till my veines are empty and carowse Deep in my heart till you grow drunke and reele And vomit up the surfet that your cruelty Quaft off with so much pleasure I have stood Long like a fatall oake at which great Iove Levels his thunder all my boughes long since Blasted and wither'd now the trunke falls too Heaven end thy wrath in mee Pilum Blessed be Ceres What unexpected happines is here Rejoyce Sicilians miserable lovers Crowne all your browes with roses and adore The Deity that sent him he is come Whose blood must quench the fire of Ceres wrath And kindle more auspitious flames of love In every brest Cla. I doe I feare not death Let every Virgins hand when I am slaine Ring me a knell of Plaudits let my Dirges Be amorous Ditties and in stead of weeping Dance at my funerall T is no griefe for mee To dye to make my countrymen some sport Here 's one in whom I only wish to live Another age Amar. What joy have I to live That nere liv'd yet the time that I have spent Since first I wept then when I first had entrance Into this world this cold and sorrowfull world Was but a scene of sorrow wretched I Fatall to both my parents For my birth Ruin'd my mother and my death my father O Tragick life I either should have been Nere borne or nere have died When I began To be my sinne began why should it then Out live mee for though now I cease to be That still continues Eyes flow forth a pace And be asham'd to see my wound run blood Faster then you drop teares Enter Damon See here he comes His absence never untill now I wisht Dam. My Conscience brings me back the feet of guilt Goe slow and dull 't is hard to run away From that we beare about us Cla. The Murtherer Is in this place the issue of her blood Is stop'd o th' sudden Cruell man 't is thou Hast done this bloudy act that will disgrace The story of our nation and imprint So deepe a blemish in the age we live in For savage Barbarisme that eternity Shall nere weare out Pilumnus on my knees I beg the justice of Sicilian lawes Against this monster Pilum Claius 't is your hate And old revenge instructs you to accuse My Sonne you would have fellowes in your death And to that purpose you pretend I know not What mysteries of art Cla. Speak Amaryllis I' st not this wolfe Pilum Say virgin was it hee Ama. O I am angry with my blood for stopping This coward ebbe against my will betraies mee The streame is turn'd my eyes run faster now Pilum Can you accuse my sonne Amar. By Ceres no I have no heart to doe it does that face Look cruell doe those eyes sparkle with hate Or malice Tell me Father lookes that brow As if it could but frowne Say can you thinke T is possible Damon could have the heart To wound a Virgin surely barbarous cruelty Dwels not in such a brest mercy and mildnesse Courtesy love and sweetnesse breath in him Not Anger wrath or murther Damon was not Fed at a Thracian teat Venus did send Her Doves to nurse him and can he be cruell Whence should he learne so much of barbarisme As thus to wrong a Virgin if he wound mee T is only from his eyes where loves blind God Whets his pil'd arrowes He besides you know Had never cause to wrong mee for he knowes Alwaies I lov'd him Father doe not wrong An innocent his soule is white and pure T is sinne to thinke there lives a sinne in him Impiety to accuse him Clai In his lookes He carries guilt whose horror breeds this strange And obstinate silence shame and his conscience Will not permit him to deny it Amar. T is alas His modest bashfull nature and pure innocence That makes him silent think you that bright rose That buds within his cheekes was planted there By guilt or shame no he has alwaies been So unacquainted with all act of sinne That but to be suspected strikes him dumb With wonder and amazement For by Ceres I think my oath be lawfull I my selfe Was cause of this Cla. Still I am confident 'T was hee Pilum It is your envy makes you so SCEN. 9. Alexis Laurinda Lau. I will Alexis And so he must if oathes be any tye Alex. To lovers they are none we break those bonds As easily as threds of silke A bracelet Made of your maidens haire 's a stronger chaine Then twenty cobweb oathes which while we break Venus but laughs it must be your perswasion That works him to it Lau. Damon you must stand To what you promis'd how shall I believe Those other oathes you sweare if you respect This one no better It was my device To have her judge was it not Amarillis How all in blood Cla. Yes this unmercifull man If he be man that can doe such a crime Has wounded her Amar. Indeed it was not hee Pil. You see her selfe frees him Lau. When last we left her She was with Damon Ama. Pray believe her not She speaks it out of anger I nere saw Damon to day before Alex. And when we left 'em He was incens'd Amar. You are no competent witnesse You are his Rivall in Laurinda's love And speak not truth but malice 't is a plot To ruin innocence Lau. O ungratefull man The wolfe that does devoure the brest that nurst it Is not so bad as thou here here this Letter Th' eternall Chronicle of affection That ought with golden characters to be writ In Cupids Annals will false man convince thee Of fowle ingratitude you shall hear me read it The Letter Laurinda you have put it unto mee To choose a husband for you I will be A judge impartiall upright just and true Yet not so much unto my selfe as you Alex. Now I expect to hear my blessed