him Dam. I think I doe But where or how I know not Car. I 'le renew Thy memory by tokens Mon. Let me talk First with him if thou please and do thou walk Aside a while Car. Most willingly what thou Command'st I 'le doe Mon. Tell me Dameta now And do not lie Dam. O Gods what storm comes here Mon. When thou cam'st back 't is since some twenty yeer From seeking of my child which the swoln Brook Away together with its cradle took Didst thou not tell me thou hadst sought with pain All that Alpheo bathes and all in vain Dam. Why dost thou ask it me Mon. Answer me this Didst thou not say thou couldst not find him Dam. Yes Mon. What was that little infant then which thou In Elis gav'st to him that knows thee now Dam. 'T was twenty yeers ago and wouldst thou have An old man now remember what he gave Mon. Hee is old too and yet remembers it Dam. Rather is come into his doting fit Mon. That we shall quickly see Where art thou stranger Ca. Here. Da. Would thou wert interr'd I from danger Mon. Is this the Shepherd that bestow'd on thee The present art thou sure Car. I 'm sure 't is hee Da. What present Car. Dost thou not remember when In Iove Olympicks Fane thou having then Newly receiv'd the Oracles reply And being just on thy departure I Encountred thee and asking then of thee The signes of what th'adst lost thou toldst them mee Then I did take thee to my house and there Shew'd thee thy child laid in a cradle where Thou gav'st him me Dam. What is inferr'd from hence Car. The child thou gav'st me then and whom I since Have brought up as a tender Father doth An onely Son is this unhappy youth Who on this Altar now is doom'd to die A Sacrifice Dam. O force of Destinie Mon. Art studying for more lyes Hath this man sed The truth or not Dam. Would I were but as dead As all is true Mon. That thou shalt quickly be If the whole truth thou dost not tell to me Why didst thou give unto another what Was not thine own Dam. Dear Master ask not that For Heav'n's sake do not too much thou dost know Already Mon. This makes me more eager grow Wilt not speak yet Still keepst thou me in pain Th' art dead if I demand it once again Dam. Because the Oracle foretold me there That if the child then found returned e're To his own home he should be like to die By 's Father's hand Car. 'T is true my self was by Mon. Ay me now all is cleer This act of mine The Dream and Oracle did well Divine Car. What wouldst thou more can ought behind remain Is it not plain enough Mon. 'T is but too plain I know and thou hast said too much I would I had search'd lesse or thou lesse understood How O Carino have I ta'ne from thee At once thy Son and thy Calamitie How are thy passions become mine this is My Son O too unhappy Son of this Unhappy man O Son preserv'd and kept More cruelly then thou from hence wert swept By the wild flood to fall by thy Sires hand And stain the Altars of thy native Land Car. Thou Father to Mirtillo Wondrous How Didst lose him Mon. By that horrid flood which thou Hast mention'd O deer pledge thou wert safe then When thou wert lost And now I lose thee when I finde thee Car. O eternall Providence For what deep end have all these Accidents Lain hid so long and now break forth together Some mighty thing thou hast conceived either For good or evill some unwonted birth Thou art big with which must be brought on earth Mon. This was the thing my Dream foretold me too Prophetick in the bad but most untrue In the good part This 't was which made me melt So strangely this that horrour which I felt Creep through my bones when I heav'd up my hand For Nature's self seem'd to recoil or stand Astonished to see a Father go To give that horrid and forbidden blow Car. Thou art resolved then not to go on With this dire Sacrifice Mon. No other man May do it here Car. Shall the Son then be slain By his own Sire Mon. 'T is law and who dare strain His charity to save another man When true Aminta with himself began Car. O my sad Fate what am I brought to see Mon. Two Fathers over-acted Pietie Murther their son Thine to Mirtillo mine To Heav'n Thou by denying he was thine Thought'st to preserve him and hast lost him I Searching with too much curiosity Whilst I was to have sacrific'd thy son As I suppos'd find and must slay my own Car. Behold the horrid Monster Fate hath teem'd O Cruell O Mirtillo more esteem'd By me then life Was this it which to me The Oracle foretold concerning thee Thus dost thou make me in my Country blest O my deer Son whilome the hope and rest But now the grief and bane of these gray hairs Mon. Prethee Carino lend to me those tears I weep for mine own blood Ah! why if I Must spill it is it mine Poor son but why Did I beget thee Why was I got rather The pitying deluge sav'd thee and thy Father Will cruelly destroy thee Holy Pow'rs Immortall without some command of yours Not the least wave stirs in the Sea breath in The Air nor leaf on Earth what monstrous sin Hath been by me committed 'gainst your Law This heavie Judgement on my head to draw Or if I have transgress'd so much wherein Sinn'd my Son so ye will not pardon him And thou with one blast of thy Anger kill Me thundring Iove But if thy bolts lie still My blade shall not I will repeat the sad Example of Aminta and the Lad Shall see his Father through his own heart run His reeking blade rather then kill his Son Dye then Montano Age should lead the way And willingly I do 't Pow'rs shall I say Of Heav'n or Hell that do with anguish drive Men to despair Behold I do conceive Since you will have it so your fury I Desire no greater blessing then to dye A kind of dire love to my naturall Gole Doth lash me on and hallow to my soul To death To death Car. 'Las poor old man in troth I pity thee for though we need it both Yet as by day the Starrs forbear to shine My grief is nothing if compar'd with thine Scena sexta TIRENIO MONTANO CARINO Tir. MAke haste my Son yet tread secure that I May without stumbling trace thee through this wry And craggy way with my old feet and blind Thou art their eyes as I am to thy mind And when thou comest where the Priest is there Arrest thy pace Mont. Hah whom do I see here Is 't not our Reverend Tirenio hee Whose eyes are seel'd up earthward but heav'n see Some great thing draws him from his sacred Cell Whence to behold him is a miracle Car.
me I command Ay me Aglaura and Eliza tarry Betrayers of my innocence where are ye Unhand me villain Mir. I obey Am. This plot Corisca laid Now tell her what th' ast got Mir. O whither fly'st thou Cruell ere thou go Banquet thy eyes yet with my death for lo I pierce my bosome with this dart Am. Ay me What wilt thou do Mir. That which it troubles thee Perchance dire Nymph that any should be sed T' have done but thou Am. Ay me I 'm almost dead Mirt. And if this action to thy hand be due Behold the weapon and the brest Am. 'T is true Thou hast deserv'd it of me What could move Thy heart to such a high presumption Mir. Love Am. Love never causes rudeness Mir. Then conclude I was in love because I was not rude For if within thy arms thou caughtst me first I cannot well with rudenesse be asperst Since with so fair an opportunity To be audacious and to use with thee The Lawes of Love I had such power yet over My self I ev'n forgot I was a Lover Am. Upbraid me not with what I blind did doe Mir. I being in Love was blinder of the two Am. Pray'r and sweet language discreet Lovers use To winne their Loves not theft and cheats t' abuse Mir. As a wild beast enrag'd with want of food Rushes on travellers out of the wood So I that onely live on thy fair eyes Since that lov'd food thy crueltie denyes Or else my Fate if like a ravenous Lover Rushing to day upon thee from this Cover Where I had long been famish't I did prove One stratagem to save my life which Love Prompted me to then blame not cruell Maid Me but thy self for if as thou hast said Pray'r and sweet language onely should be us'd By discret Lovers which thou hast refus'd To hear from me thou by thy crueltie Thou by thy flight mad'st me I could not be A discreet Lover Am. If th'adst gi'n her over That fled from thee th'adst been a discreet Lover But know thou persecutest me in vain What wouldst thou have of me Mir. I 'd have thee daign Once'ere I die to hear me Am. See! as soon As thou hast askt thou hast receiv'd the boon Now then be gone Mir. Ah Nymph I 've scarcely yet Powr'd one small drop out to thee of the great Sea of my tears If not for Pitie's sake Yet for the Pleasure thou therein wilt take List ' to a dying man's last accents Am. Well To shun more trouble and thy hopes to quell To hear thee I 'm content But this before Say little quickly part and come no more Mir. Thou dost command me cruell'st Nymph to bind In volume too too small that unconfin'd Desire which scarcely humane thought though it Be as the soul that holds it infinit Hath line to fathom That I do love thee more then I do love My life if thou doubt'st Cruel ask this Grove And that will tell thee and with it each beast Each stupid stock there can the same attest Each stone of these high mountains which so oft I with the voice of my complaints made soft But what need I call any witnesse else To prove my love where so much beauty dwels Behold these flow'rs which make low earth so proud Those Stars which nail Heav'ns pavement all these crowd Into one ring A beautie like that same Is the high cause and forcer of my flame For as by nature Water doth descend The Fire unto the higher Regions tend The Air obliquely spread it self the Ground Lie still and heav'n about all these turn round So naturally do I incline to thee As to my chiefest good so naturally To those lov'd beauties as unto her sole With all her wing'd affections flyes my soul. And he that should imagine he had force Her from her dearest object to divorce Might with as much facility command The Air the Fire the Water and the Land The Heavens too from their accustom'd track And make the Pillars of the world to crack But since thou bidst me say but little I Shall say but little saying that I dye And shall doe lesse in dying since I see How much my death is coveted by thee Yet I shall doe alas all that is left For me to do of hopes in love bereft But cruell soul when I am in my grave Some pitie then upon my suffrings have Ah! fair and lov'd and that wert once the sweet Cause of my life whilst Heaven thought it meet Turn those bright lamps upon me as beni'ne And pitifull as ere I saw them shine Once ere I dye that I may dye in peace Let those fair amiable eyes release My life now bitter which once sweetned it And those bright Starres which my loves torches li't Light too my Funerall tapers and forerun As once my rising now my setting Sun But thou more hard then ere thou wert before Feel'st yet no spark of pity but art more Stiffe with my pray'rs Must I then talk alone Wretch that I am discourse I to a stone Say Dye at least it nothing else thou 'lt say And thou shalt see me dye O Love what way Canst thou not plague me when this Nymph that 's nurst In cruelty and for my blood did thirst Finding my death would now a favour be Ev'n that sad favour doth deny to me Nor will reply a syllable or daign One stabbing word to put me out of pain Am. To answer thee if I had promised As well as hear thee this were justly sed Thou call'st me cruell hoping that to shun That vice into the contrary I 'le run But know my ears are not so tickeled With that by me so little merited And lesse desired praise thou giv'st to me Of beauty as to hear my self by thee Stil'd Cruell which to be to any other I grant were vice t' is vertue to a Lover And what thou harshnesse call'st and crueltie Is in a woman perfect honestie But say that ev'n t' a Lover 't were a sin Yet tell me when hath Amarillis bin Cruell to thee was 't then when justice bad To use no pitie yet on thee I had So much that I from death deliver'd thee I mean when 'mongst a noble companie Of modest Virgins mingled thou didst cover With a Maid's habit a libidinous Lover And our chast sports polluting didst intrude 'Mongst kisses feign'd and innocent thy lewd And wanton kisses such an act as yet I blush as oft as I but think on it But at that time I knew thee not Heav'n knows And when I did my indignation rose Thy wantonnesse I from my mind did keep And suffred not the amorous plague to creep To my chast heart on my lips outer skin The poyson stuck but none of it got in A mouth that 's kiss'd perforce If it spit out the kisse is ne're the worse But what wouldst thou by that bold theft have got If I had to those Nymphs discover'd what Thou wert the Thracian women never
tore And murther'd Orpheus so on Hebrus shore As they had thee unlesse her clemencie Whom thou call'st cruell now had rescu'd thee But she is not so cruell as she ought To be for if when she is cruell thought Thy boldnesse is so great what would it be If she were judged pitifull by thee That honest pitie which I could I gave Other it is in vain for thee to crave Or hope for amorous pitie she can ill Bestow who gave it all to one that will Give her none back If thou my Lover be Love my good name my life my honestie Thou seek'st impossibles I am a ward To Heav'n Earth watches me and my reward If I transgresse is death but most of all Vertue defends me with a brasen wall For she that is protected by her honour Scorns there should be a safer guard upon her Look to thy safety then and do not give Battell to me Mirtillo fly and live If thou be wise For out of sense of smart T' abandon life argues but a faint heart And 't is the part of vertue to abstain From what we love if it will prove our bane Mir. He that no longer can resist must yeeld Am. Where vertue is all passions quit the field Mir. Love triumphs over vertue Am. Let that man That cannot what he will will what he can Mir. Necessitie of loving hath no law Am. Love 's wounds will heal which salves of absence draw Mir. We fly in vain what we about us carry Am. Love drives out love like following billows Marry Mir. Strange levitie in me thou dost presume Am. If all wayes fail time will thy love consume Mir. But first my love will have consumed me Am. Is there no cure then for thy malady Mir. No cure at all but that which death affords Am. Death let me speak then and be sure these words Be as a charm unto thee though I know When Lovers talk of dying it doth show An amorous custome rather of the tongue Then a resolve of minde continuing long To do 't indeed yet if thou ere shouldst take So strange a frenzie know when thou dost make Away thy self thou murtherst my fame too Live then if thou dost love me and adieu I shall esteem thee henceforth most discreet If thou take care we two may never meet Mir. Sad doom without my life how can I live Or without death end to my torments give Am. Mirtillo 'T is high time thou wentst away Thou hast already made too long a stay Be gone and take this cordiall along Of hopelesse Lovers there 's a numerous throng There is no wound but carries with it pain And there are others may of love complain Mir. I know I 'm not the only man hath lost His Love but onely wretched I am tost 'Twixt life and death of whom it may be sed That I am neither living nor yet dead Am. Be gone be gone Mir. O wofull parting O End of my dayes from thee how can I go And yet not dye The pangs of death I 'm sure I feel and all that parting souls endure For mine 't is past into my griefs Hence I Have ceas'd to live those live immortally Scena quarta AMARILLIS MIrtillo O Mirtillo couldst thou see That heart which thou condemn'st of cruelty Soul of my soul thou unto it wouldst show That pity which thou begg'st from it I know O ill starr'd Lovers what avails it me To have thy love T' have mine what boots it thee Whom Love hath joyn'd why dost thou separate Malitious Fate And two divorc'd by Fate Why joyn'st thou perverse Love How blest are you Wild beasts that are in loving ty'd unto No lawes but those of Love whilst humane lawes Inhumanely condemn us for that cause O why if this be such a naturall And powerfull passion was it capitall Nature too frail that do'st with Law contend Law too severe that Nature do'st offend But what they love but little who death fear Ah my Mirtillo would to heav'n that were The onely penaltie Vertue which art The bindingst Law to an ingenuous heart This inclination which in me I feel Lanc'd with the sharp point of thy holy steel To thee I sacrifice and pardon deer Mirtillo her that 's onely cruell where She must not pitie Pardon thy fierce foe In looks and words but in her heart not so Or if addicted to revenge thou be What greater vengeance canst thou take on me Then thine own grief for if thou be my heart As in despight of Heaven and Earth thou art Thy sighs my vitall spirits are the flood Of tears which follows is my vitall blood And all these pangs and all these groans of thine Are not thy pangs are not thy groans but mine Scena quinta CORISCA AMARILLIS Cor. SIster no more dissembling Am. Woe is me I am discovered Cor. I heard all now see Was I a Witch I did believe my Heart Thou wert in love now I am sure thou art And would'st thou keep 't from me thy closet tush This is a common evill never blush Am. Corisca I am conquer'd I confess 't Cor. No now I know 't deny it thou wert best Am. Alas I knew a womans heart would prove Too small a vessell for o're-flowing love Cor. Cruell to thy Mirtillo but unto Thy self much more Am. 'T is cruelty that grew From pitie Cor. Poyson ne're was known to grow From wholsom root What diff'rence canst thou show 'Twixt such a crueltie as doth offend And such a pitie as no help will lend Am. Ay mee Corisca Cor. 'T is a vanitie Sister to sigh an imbecillitie Of mind and tastes too much of woman Am. Wer 't Not crueller to nourish in his heart A hopelesse love To fly him is a signe I have compassion of his case and mine Cor. But why a hopelesse love Am. Do'st thou not know I am contracted unto Silvio Do'st thou not know besides what the Law saith 'T is death in any woman that breaks faith Cor. O fool and is this all stands in thy way Whether is ancienter with us I pray The Law of Dian or of Love this last Is born with us and it growes up as fast As we do Amarillis 't is not writ Nor taught by Masters Nature printed it In humane hearts with her own powerfull hand Both Gods and men are under Loves command Am. But if that Law my life away should take Can this of Love a restitution make Cor. Thou art too nice if women all were such And on these scruples should insist so much Good dayes adieu I hold them simple souls Will live obnoxious to such poor comptrolls Lawes are not for the wise if to be kind Should merit death Iove help the cruell mind But if fools fall into those snares 't is fit They be forbid to steal who have not wit To hide their theft For honestie is but An art an honest glosse on vice to put Think others as they list thus I conceive Am. These rotten grounds
day of prey to me What favours are These courteous goddesse in one day a pair Of such wilde beasts to triumph ore But why Do I delay this work my Deity The swiftest and the keenest shaft that is In all my Quiver let me see 't is this I do select to thee I recommend it O Archeresse eternall do thou send it By Fortunes hand and by thy pow'r divine Guide it into the beast His skin is thine And in thy name I shoot O lucky hit Just where the eye and hand designed it Would now I had my javelin here to make An end of him at once before he take The wood for shelter but the place shall yeeld Me weapons Not a stone in all the field But why do I seek weapons having these This second arrow layes him at his ease Alas what do I see what hast thou done Unhappy Silvio what hast thou run Thy self into Thou hast a shepherd slain In a wolfe 's skin O action to remain For ever overwhelm'd with grief to lie Under salt water everlastingly The wretch too I should know and he that so Doth lead and prop him up is Linco O Vile arrow viler vow but vilest Thou That didst direct that arrow hear that vow I guilty of anothers blood I kill Another I that was so free to spill My blood for others and my life to give Throw down thy weapons and inglorious live Shooter of men hunter of men But lo The wretched Swain then thee lesse wretched though Scena nona LINCO SILVIO DORINDA Lin. LEan daughter on my arm with all thy weight Wretched Dorinda do Sil. Dorinda's that I 'm a dead man Dor. O Linco Linco O My second Father Sil. 'T is Dorinda woe Woe on thee Silvio Dor. Linco thou wert sure Ordein'd by Fate to be a stay to poor Dorinda Thou receivedst my first cry When I was born Thou wilt now I 'm to dye My latest groan and these thy arms which were My cradle then shall now become my biere Lin. Ah daughter or more deer then if thou wert My daughter speak now to thee for my heart I can't grief melts each word into a tear Dor. Not so fast Linco if thou lov'st me deer Linco nor go nor weep so fast one rakes My wound too bad t'other a new wound makes Sil. Poor Nymph how ill have I repaid thy love Lin. Be of good comfort daughter this will prove No mortall wound Dor. It may be so but I That am a Mortall of this wound shall die Would I knew yet who hurt me Lin. Get thee sound And let that passe Revenge ne're cur'd a wound Sil. Why dost thou stay what mak'st thou in this place Woulst thou be seen by her Hast thou the face Hast thou the heart t' indure it Silvio flee From the sharp dart of her revenging eye Fly from her tongues just sword I cannot go From hence and what it is I do not know But something holds me and would make me run To her whom I of all the world did shun Dor. Must I then die and not my Murtherer know Lin. 'T was Silvio Dor. How dost know 't was Silvio Lin. I know his shaft Dor. Then welcom death if I Shall owe thee to so sweet an enemy Lin. Look where he stands we need demand no further His posture and his face confesse the murther Alone Now Heav'n be praised Silvio Thy all-destroying Arrowes and thy Bow Th' hast pli'd so well about these woods that now Th' art gone out thy Arts-master Tell me thou That dost like Silvio not like Linco who Made this brave shoot Linco or Silvio This 't is for boyes to be so overwise Would thou hadst taken this old fools advice Answer thou wretch What lingring miserie What horrour shalt thou live in if she die I know thou 't say thou err'dst and thought'st to strike A Wolfe as if'twere nothing school-boy like To shoot at all adventures and not see Nor care whether a man or beast it be What Goat-herd or what plough-man doth not go Clad in such skins O Silvio Silvio Soon ripe soon rotten If thou think fond childe This chance by chance befell thee th' art beguild These monstrous things without Divine decree Hap not to men Dost thou not plainly see How this thy unsupportable disdain Of Love the world and all that is humane Displeases Heav'n High Gods cannot abide A Rivall upon earth and hate such pride Although in vertue Now th' art mute that wert Before this hap unsufferably pert Dor. Silvio give Linco leave to talk for hee Knows not what pow'r Love gave thee over me Of life and death If thou hadst strook my heart Th' hadst strook what 's thine mark proper for thy dart Those hands to wound mee thy fair eyes have taught See Silvio her thou hat'st so see her brought To that extremity where thou wouldst see her Thou sought'st to wound her see her wounded here To prey upon here loe she is thy prey Thou sought'st her death and loe she 's dying Say Wouldst thou ought else of her What further joy Can poor Dorinda yeeld thee Cruell Boy And void of Bowels thou wouldst ne're believe That wound which from thy eyes I did receive This which thy hands have giv'n canst thou deny Those crystall showrs which issued from my eye Thou couldst not be perswaded were my blood What dost thou think now of this crimson flood Which my side weeps But if orewhelm'd with scorn That bravery be not wherewith thou wert born Deny me not though cruell soul yet brave Deny me not 't is all the boon I crave When I shall sigh into thee my last breath One sigh of thine O happy happy death If thou vouchsafe to sweeten it with these Kind words and pious Soul depart in peace Sil. Dorinda my Dorinda shall I say Alas when I must lose thee the same day Th' art mine now mine when death to thee I give That wert not mine when I could make thee live Yes mine I 'le call thee and thou mine shalt be In spight of my opposing destinie For if thy death our meeting souls disjoyn My death shall reunite us All that 's mine Haste to revenge her I have murder'd thee With these curs'd arrows with them murder me I have been cruell unto thee and I Desire from thee nothing but crueltie I scorn'd thee in my pride look with my knee Low louting to the earth I worship thee And pardon of thee but not life demand Take Shafts and Bow But do not strike my hand Or eye bad ministers 't is true yet still But ministers of an unguilty will Strike me this brest this monster hence remove Sworn enemy of Pity and of Love Strike me this heart to thee so cruell Loe My bared brest Dor. I strike it Silvio I strike that brest sure if thou didst not mock Thou wouldst not shew 't mee naked O white rock Already by the windes and briny main Of my rough sighs and tears oft strook
Arcadia hunt But come Vranio gladly for all this A traveller with language cannot misse His way Or since th' art weary thou wert best To stay at the next Inne to take some rest Scena secunda TITIRO Messenger Tit. WHich first my Daughter shall I mourn in thee Thy losse of Life or of thy Chastitie I 'le mourn thy Chastitie for thou wert born Of mortall parents but not bad I 'le mourn Not thy life lost but mine preserv'd to see Thy losse of Life and of thy Chastitie Thou with thy Oracles mysterious cloud Wrongly conceiv'd Montano and thy proud Despiser both of love and of my Daughter Unto this miserable end hast brought her Ay me how much more certain at this time My Oracles have shew'd themselves then thine For honesty in a young heart doth prove But a weak sconce against assaulting love And 't is most true a woman that 's alone Hath a most dangerous companion Mess. Were he not under ground or flown through th' air I should have found him sure But soft he 's there I think where least I thought Th' art met by me Too late old Father but too soon for thee I 've news Tit. What bringst thou in thy mouth the knife That hath bereft my Daughter of her life Mess. Not that yet little lesse But how I pray Got'st thou this news so soon another way Tit. Doth she then live Mess. She lives and in her choice It is to Live or Die Tit. Blest be that voice Why is she then not safe if she may give Her no to death Mess. Because she will not live Tit. Will not what madnesse makes her life despise Mess. Another's death And if that thy advice Remove her not she is thereon so bent That all the world cannot her death prevent Tit. Why stand we talking here then Let us go Mess. Stay yet the Temple 's shut Dost thou not know That none but holy feet on holy earth May tread till from the vestry they bring forth The destin'd Sacrifice in all it 's trim Tit. But before that Mess. She 's watch't Tit. I' th' interim Relate then all that 's past and to me show The truth unveil'd Mess. Thy wretched Daughter Oh Sad spectacle being brought before the Priest Did not alone from the beholders wrest Salt tears but trust me made the marble melt And the hard flint the dint of pity felt Shee was accus'd convict and sentence past All in a trice Tit. Poor girl and why such haste Mess. Because the evidence was cleer as day Besides a certain Nymph who she did say Could witnesse she was guiltlesse was not there Nor could by any search be brought t' appear Then the dire Omens of some threatned ill And horrid visions which the Temple fill Brook no delay to us more frightfull farre By how much more unusuall they are Nor ever seen since the vext Pow'rs above Reveng'd the wrong of scorn'd Aminta's Love Who was their Priest whence all our woes had birth The Goddesse sweats cold drops of blood the Earth Is Palsey-shook the sacred Cavern howls With such unwonted sounds as tortur'd souls Send out of graves and belches up a smell From its fowl jawes scarce to be match'd in hell His sad Procession now the Priest began To lead t' a bloody death thy Daughter whan Mirtillo seeing her behold a strange Proof of Affection profferd to exchange His life for hers crying aloud Her hands Untie Ah how unworthy of such bands And in her stead who is design'd to be A Sacrifice to Dian offer me A sacrifice to Amarillis Tit. There Spake a true Lover and above base fear Mess. The wonder follows she that was afraid Before of dying on the sudden made Now valiant by Mirtillo's words reply'd Thus with a heart at death unterrifi'd But dost thou think Mirtillo then to give Life by thy death to her who in thee doth live It cannot must not be Come Priests away With me to th' Altar now without delay Ah! cry'd the Swain such love I did not lack Back cruell Amarillis O come back Now thou art more unkind then e're thou wert 'T is I should die Quoth she thou act'st my part And here between them grew so fierce a strife As if that life were death and death were life O noble souls O Pair eternally To be renown'd whether ye live or die O glorious Lovers if I had tongues more Then Heaven hath eyes or sands are on the shore Their voices would be drowned in the main Sea of your endlesse Praises Glorious Dame Daughter of Iove eternall as thy Father That Mortals deeds immortallizest gather Thou the fair story and in diamond pages With golden letters write to after ages The bravery of both Lovers Tit. But who wan The conquest in that strife of death Mess. The Man Strange warre which to the victor death did give And where the vanquish't was condemn'd to live For thus unto thy daughter spake the Priest Nymph let 's alone and set thy heart at rest Chang'd for another none can be again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne This is our Law Then a strict charge he gave Upon the Maid such carefull watch to have As that she might not lay a violent hand Upon her self through sorrow Thus did stand The state of matters when in search of thee Montano sent me Tit. 'T is most true I see Well-water'd Meads may be without sweet flowers In Spring without their verdant honour Bowers And without chirping birds a pleasant Grove ' Ere a fair maid and young without her Love But if we loiter here how shall we know The hour when to the Temple we should go Mess. Here better then elsewhere For here it is The honest Swain must be a sacrifice Tit. And why not in the Temple Mess. Because in The place 't was done our law doth punish sin Tit. Then why not in the cave The sin was there Mess. Because it must be in the open air Tit. By whom hast thou these mysteries been told Mess. By the chief Minister and hee by old Tirenio who the false Lucrina knew So sacrificed and Aminta true But now 't is time to go indeed for see The sacred pomp descends the hill yet wee May for thy daughter to the Temple go Before they come Devotion marches slow Scena tertia Chorus of Shepherds Chorus of Priests MONTANO MIRTILLO Cho. Sh. SOl's sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Ch. Pr. Thou whose life-giving and more temp'rate Ray Thy Brother's burning fury doth allay Whence bounteous Nature here produces after All her blest off-springs and Air Earth and Water Enriches and augments with Vegetals With Creatures sensitive with Rationals Ah pity thy Arcadia and that rage Thou dost in others in thy self asswage Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Altars dresse You
likewise Swains that shew your selves no lesse Devout then they your voyces all unite And once again invoke the Queen of Night Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now shepherds and my servants all Withdraw your selves and come not till I call Valiant young man who to bestow upon Another life abandonest thine owne Die with this comfort For a puffe of breath Which by the abject spirit is call'd death Thou buy'st Eternity and when the tooth Of envious Time consuming the world's youth Millions of lesser names devoured hath Then thou shalt live the pattern of true faith But for the Law commands that thou shouldst die A silent Sacrifice before thou ply Thy knee to earth if thou wouldst ought deliver Speak and hereafter hold thy peace for ever Mir. Father for though thou kill me yet I must Give thee that name My body to the dust Whereof'twas made and kneaded up I give My Soule to her in whom alone I live But if she die as she hath vow'd of me What part alas will then surviving be How sweet will death be unto me if I In mine owne person not in hers may die And if he merit pity at his death Who for meer pity now resignes his breath Take care deer Father of her life that I Wing'd with that hope t' a better life may fly Let my Fate rest at my destruction Stop at my ruine but when I am gone Let my divorced soul in her survive Although from her I was divorc'd alive Mont. Scarcely can I refrain from weeping now O our mortality how frail art thou Son be of comfort for I promise thee I will perform all thou desir'st of me Here 's my hand on 't and solemnly I swear Ev'n by this Miter'd head Mir. Then vanish fear And now for the most faithfull soul make room For Amarillis unto thee I come With the sweet name of Amarillis I Close up my mouth and silent kneel to die Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Rites begin With liquid odoriferous Gumms keep in The flame and strowing frank incense and mirrhe Whole clouds of perfume to the Gods preferre Cho. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Scena quarta CARINO MONTANO NICANDRO MIRTILLO Chorus of Shepherds Car. DId ever man so many houses view And the inhabitants thereof so few But see the cause If I mistake me not They 're gotten all together here O what A troop how rich how solemn It is sure Some Sacrifice Mont. Give me the golden Ewre With the red wine Nicandro Nic. There Mont. So may Soft pity in thy brest revive to day By this unguilty blood Goddesse divine As by the sprinkling of these drops of wine This pale and dying flame revives Set up The golden Ewre Reach mee the silver cup. So may the burning wrath he quencht which in Thy brest was kindled by a false Maid's sinne As with this water powr'd out like our tears I quench this flame Car. 'T's a Sacrifice but where 's The offering Mont. Now all 's prepar'd there lacks Onely the fatall stroak Lend me the Axe Car. I see a thing unlesse my eyes mistake Like a man kneeling this way with his back Is he the offering 'T is so Ah wretch And o're his head the Priest his hand doth stretch O my poor Country after all these years Is not Heav'ns wrath yet quencht with blood and tears Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Revengefull Goddesse who a private fault With publick rod dost punish Thou hast thought Fit so to doe and so in the Abysse Of Providence eternall fixt it is Since faithlesse Lucrin's tainted blood was thought For thy nice Iustice too impure a draught Carouse the guiltlesse blood then of this Swain By me now at thy Altar to be slain A willing Sacrifice and to his Lasse As true a Lover as Aminta was Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Ah how my brest with pity now relents What sudden numnesse fetters every sense I ne're was so before To lift this Axe My hands lack strength and my heart courage lacks Car. I 'le see the wretches face and so be gone For such dire sights I cannot look upon Mont. Perhaps the Sun though setting will not look On humane Sacrifice and I am strook Therefore with horrour Shepherd change thy place And to the Mountain turn thy dying face So now 't is well Car. Alas what gaze I at Is 't not my Son Is 't not Mirtillo that Mon. Now I can do 't Car. 'T is he Mon. And aim my blow Car. Hold sacred Minister what dost thou do Mont. Nay thou profane rash man how dar'st thou thus Impose a sacrilegious hand on us Car. O all my joy Mirtillo I ne're thought Mon. Avant old man that dot'st or art distraught Car. T' imbrace thee in this sort Mont. Avant I say It is not lawfull impure hands to lay Upon things sacred to the gods Car. 'T was they That sent me to this place Mont. Nicandro stay We 'l hear him and then let him go his way Car. Ah courteous Minister before thy hand Upon the life of this young man descend Tell me but why he dyes This I implore By that Divinitie thou dost adore Mon. By such a Goddesse thou conjur'st me that I should be impious to deny But what Concerns it thee Car. More then thou dost suppose Mon. Because to die he for another chose Car. Then I will die for him O take in stead Of his this old already tott'ring head Mon. Thou rav'st friend Car. Why am I deni'd that now Which unto him was granted Mon. Because thou A stranger art Car. And if I should prove none What then Mon. Although thou shouldst it were all one Because he cannot be exchang'd again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne But who art thou if thou no stranger be Thy habit speaks thee not of Arcadie Car. Yet am I an Arcadian Mont. I did ne're See thee before to my remembrance here Car. My name 's Carino I was born hard by This wretche's Father who is now to die Mont. Hence hence lest through thy fond paternal love Our Sacrifice should vain and fruitlesse prove Car. O if thou wert a Father Mont. I am one I and the Father of an onely Son A tender Father too yet if this were My Silvio's head by Silvio's head I swear I would as forward be to do to his What I must do to this For no man is Worthy this sacred Robe but he that can For publick good put off the private man Car. Yet let me kisse him ' ere he die Mon. Nor touch Car. O mine own flesh and blood art thou so much A tyrant to me
heart Is he not blind And yet When I consider with what full aspect Her starry eyes their influence direct Into my brest she cannot have a dart Left in her quiver for another heart But why do they a gemme so precious throw To one that knows it not and scorns it so Erg. Because the Heav'ns did through this Marriage Unto Arcadia long ago presage Deliverance Hast not thou heard that here Is paid to the great Goddesse ev'ry yeer Of a Nymph's guiltlesse bloud a cruell and Unconscionable tribute by this Land Mirt. 'T is news to me nor let that strange appear Since I my self am but a stranger here And since I came by Fate 's decree and Love's Almost a constant Burgesse of the Groves But what strange crime deserv'd so sharp a doom How could such monstrous cruelty finde room In a Celestiall minde Erg. Of me then know From the first head the torrent of our wo A Story that would tears of pitie wrest From heart of oak much more from humane brest Whilest yet the Priesthood was not ty'd to age A youthfull swain of noble Parentage Then Dian's Priest Aminta was his name The Nymph Lucrina did with love enflame All creatures of her sex exceeded shee As much in beauty as unconstancie She long requited or at least to sight If looks and eyes have tongues she did requite The pure affection of the Love-sick lad And fed his hopes whilst he no Rivall had But when a rustick swain her favour sought See now a perfect woman in a thought She left the former with one sigh was shook With the faint batt'ry of one amorous look Her hearts new guest now takes up all the room Dislodg'd Aminta ere he knew for whom Haplesse Aminta who from that day forth Was so abhorr'd held of so little worth By that ungrate whom he did still adore That she would neither hear nor see him more If this unkindnesse cut the wretch to th' heart If he sigh'd wept and rav'd to thee who art Acquainted with Love's pangs I leave to ghesse Mir. O 'T was a torment no man can expresse Erg. When then his tears and prayers he had cast After his heart to Dian turn'd at last If ever with pure heart Goddesse quoth he And guiltlesse hand I kindled flame to thee Revenge my faith which a perfidious Maid Under safe conduct of her smiles betraid The Goddesse gentler then the Nymph was hears The faithfull Lover's and her servant's tears And prayr's and pity kindling her just ire By opposition did augment the fire Her pow'rfull bow into her hand she took And in ARCADIA'S wretched bosome stuck Arrows of death and catching Pestilence Invisible and therefore without fence Without remorse they execute her rage Without respect on every sex and age Nor Antidotes nor Med'cines here avail'd Nor flying now weak Art her Master fail'd And oft whilst he the remedy apply'd Before the Patient the Physitian dy'd The onely hope that 's left is from the skie So to the neerest Oracle they flie Which soon return'd an answer cleer enough But above measure terrible and rough That Cinthia was incenst but that the Land Might be reliev'd if by Aminta's hand That faithlesse Nymph Lucrina or some one For her of the Arcadian Nation Were as an offring to Diana slain So she when long sh' had prayd long wept in vain And long expected her new Lovers ayd To th' holy Altars like a Bride array'd And with what pomp Religion could devise Was led a miserable Sacrifice Where at those feet from which hers fled so fast The feet of her Idolater at last Bending her trembling knees she did attend From the offended youth a cruell end The sacred knife he boldly did unsheathe Rage and revenge his nostrils seem'd to breathe His eyes to sparkle turning then to her Said with a sigh death's hollow messenger Whom thou hast left Lucrina and whom took Learn by this blow And with that word he strook Himself and plung'd the knife in his own brest To th' haft In one both Sacrifice and Priest Fell bleeding at her feet whilst she amaz'd To see that dire unlookt for object gaz'd As one 'twixt life and death nor yet did know If grief had stab'd her or the threatned blow But when she found her tongue again and knew Distinctly what was acted there O true O brave Aminta bathing in a flood Of tears she said O Lover understood Too late who by thy death dost give to me Both life and death If in forsaking thee I sinn'd lo I redeem that sin of mine Wedding my soul eternally to thine This said that knife fresh reeking with the gore Of the now lov'd in death and purpled ore She drew from his pale brest and in her own Sheath'd it again then willingly sunk down Into Aminta's arms who yet had breath And felt perchance that lightning before death Such was this pair of Lovers tragick fall 'Cause he kept too much faith she none at all Mir. O haplesse swain yet happy in his Love Having so rich occasion to approve His spotlesse faith and dying to revive That spark in her he could not being alive But what became then of the poor diseas'd Did the plague cease was Cinthia's wrath appeas'd Erg. It did relent but was not quite put out For the same month the yeer being wheel'd about It burst out with more fury and did make A dire relapse This forc'd us to betake Our selves unto the Oracle agen Which utterd now a sadder doom That then And yeerly we to Nights offended Queen A Maid or Wife should offer past fifteen And short of twenty by which means the rage Which swallow'd thousands one death should asswage Moreover a hard law and weighing well The nature of that sex impossible To keep a law in bloudy letters writ On wretched women was impos'd by it That whatsoever Maid or Wife should prove In any sort a changeling in her love Vnlesse some friend would pay the penalty In stead of her should without mercy die This dire this nationall Calamitie The good old man hath hope to remedie By means of this desired Match because The Oracle after some little pawse Being ask'd again what end our woe should have To our demand this punctuall answer gave Your woe shall end when two of Race Divine Love shall combine And for a faithlesse Nymphs apostate state A faithfull Shepherd supererogate Now there are left in all Arcadia Of heavenly Stock no other slips this day But Silvio and Amarillis She From Pan descended from Alcides He. Nor had there ever to our much regret Of those two Lines a Male and Female met As now there do whence the believing Father Great hopes of good not without cause doth gather For though the things foretold by th' Oracle Be not fulfill'd yet in each particle This is the fundamentall point the rest Is still reserv'd in Fates own secret brest And of the Marriage one day shall ensue Mir. And all this
Corisca will deceive What I can't hold 't is wisdome soon to quit Cor. And who forbids thee fool our life doth flit Too fast away to lose one jot of it And men so squemish and so curious grown That two of our new Lovers make not one O' th' old We are no longer for their tooth Believ 't then while w' are new Bate us our youth Bate us out beauty and like hollow trees Which had been stuff'd with honey by the bees If that by licourish hands away be ta'ne Dry and despised trunks we shall remain Therefore let them have leave to babble what They please as those who know nor reckon not What the poor woman Amarillis bears Our case alas is differing much from theirs Men in perfection as in age increase Wisdome supplies the losse of handsomnesse But when our Youth and Beauty which alone Conquers the strength and wit of men are gone All 's gone with us nor canst thou possibly Say a worse thing or to be pardon'd thee More hardly then Old woman Then before Thou split on that unevitable shore Know thine own worth and do not be so mad As when thou mayst live merry to live sad What would the lion's strength boot him or wit Avail a man unlesse he used it Our beauty is to us that which to men Wit is or strength unto the lion Then Let us use it whilst wee may Snatch those joyes that haste away Earth her winter-coat may cast And renew her beauty past But our winter come in vain We sollicite spring again And when our furrows snow shall cover Love may return but never Lover Am. Thou say'st all this only to try me sure Not that thy thoughts are such But rest secure Unlesse the way thou unto me shalt show Be a plain way and warrantable too To break this Match I am resolv'd to die A thousand deaths ' ere stain my honestie Cor. More wilfull woman I did never know But since thou art so resolved be it so Tell me good Amarillis seriously Do'st thou suppose thy Silvio sets by His faith as much as thou thy honestie Am. Thou mak'st me laugh at this wherein should he Expresse a faith who is to love a foe Cor. Love's foe O fool thou knowst not Silvio He is the still sow hee O these coy souls Believe them not the deep stream silent rowls No theft in Love so subtil so secure As to hide sin by seeming to be pure In short thy Silvio loves but 't is not thee Sister he loves Am. What Goddesse may she be For certainly she is no mortall Dame That could the heart of Silvio inflame Cor. Nor Goddesse nor yet Nymph Am. What hast thou said Cor. Do'st thou know my Lisetta Am. Who the Maid That tends thy Flocks Cor. The same Am. It cannot be She I am sure Corisca Cor. Very she I can assure thee she is all his joy Am. A proper choice for one that was so coy Cor. But wilt thou know how he doth pine away And languish for this Jewell Every day He feigns to go a hunting Am. Every morn Soon as it dawns I hear his cursed horn Cor. And just at noon when others are i' th' heat Of all the sport he doth by stealth retreat From his Companions and comes all alone Unto my garden by a way unknown Where underneath a haw-thorn hedges shade Which doth the garden fence about the Maid Hears his hot sighs and amorous pray'rs which she Comes laughing afterwards and tels to me Now hear what I to serve thee've thought upon Or rather what I have already done I think thou knowst that the same Law which hath Enjoyn'd the woman to observe her faith To her betrothed likewise doth enact That if the woman catch him in the fact Of falshood spight of friends she may deny To have him and without disloyalty Marry another Am. This I know full well And thereof some examples too could tell Of my own knowledge Egle having found Licotas false remain'd her self unbound Armilla did from false Turingo so And Phillida from Ligurino go Cor. Now list ' to me My Maid by me set on Hath bid her credulous Lover meet anon In yonder cave with her whence he remains The most contented of all living swains And waits but th' hour there thou shalt catch him where I too will be witnesse of all to bear For without this our plot would be in vain So without any hazard or least stain To thine or to thy fathers honour thou Shalt free thy self from this distastefull vow Am. I like it rarely but the way the way Corisca Cor. Marry thus observe me pray I' th' middle of the cave which narrow is And very long upon the right hand lies Another lesser Grot I know not whether By nature or by art or both together Made in the hollow stone whose slimie wall Is hid with clinging Ivie and a small Hole in the roof lets light in from above Fit receptacles for the thefts of Love Yet cheerfull too enough there thou shalt hide Thy self and hidden in that place abide Till the two Lovers come I mean to send Lisetta first and after her her friend Following his steps my self aloof And when I shall perceive him stept into the den Rush after him will I. But lest he should Escape from me when I have laid fast hold Upon him I will use Lisetta's aid And joyning both for so the plot is laid Between us two together we will make A cry at which thou too shalt come and take The penalty o' th law 'gainst Silvio Then my Lisetta and we two will go Before the Priest and so thou shalt unty The Nuptiall knot Am. Before his Father Cor. Why What matters that Think'st thou Montano's blood Will stand in balance with his Countries good Or that his sacred function hee 'l neglect For any carnall or profane respect Am. Go to then setting all disputes aside I wink and follow thee my faithfull guide Cor. Then linger not my Heart enter into The Cave Am. Unto the Temple first I 'le go T' adore the gods For unlesse Heaven give Successe no mortall enterprise can thrive Cor. To devout hearts all places Temples are It will lose too much time Am. In using pray'r To them that made time time cannot be lost Cor. Go and return then quickly So almost I 'm past the bad way onely this delay Gives me some cause of trouble yet this may Be of use too Something there would be done T' abuse my honest Lover Coridon I 'le say I 'le meet him in the Cave and so Will make him after Amarillis go This done by a back way I 'le thither send The Priest of Dian her to apprehend Guilty she will be found and sentenced To death without all doubt My Rivall dead Mirtillo is mine own His cruelty To me being caus'd by 's love to her But see The man I 'le sound him till she comes Now rise Rise all my Love into my tongue and
loath Cor. Yet do 't in pitie unto her that dyes Unlesse sh' enjoy the fun of thy fair eyes Uncharitable youth art not thou poor And canst thou beat a beggar from thy door Ah! what thou wouldst another should extend To thee do thou now to another lend Mir. What alms can beggers give In short I swore Allegeance to that Nymph whom I adore Whether she tyrant prov'd or mercifull Cor. O truly blind and most unhappy dull Mirtillo who is 't thou art constant to I am unwilling to add woe to woe But thou art too much wrong'd I' faith and I That love thee am not able to stand by And see thee so betraid If thou suppose This crueltie of Amarillis growes From zeal to vertue or Religion Th' art gull'd another doth possesse the throne And thou poor wretch whilst he doth laugh must cry What stricken dumb Mir. I 'm in an ecstasie 'Twixt life and death suspended till I know Whether I should believe thee now or no. Cor. Do'st not believe me then Mir. If I did I Had not surviv'd it sure and I will dye Yet if it be a truth Cor. Live Caitiffe live To be reveng'd Mir. But I cannot believe It is a truth Cor. Wilt thou not yet believe But force me to tell that which it will grieve Thy soul to hear Do'st thou see yonder cave That is thy Mistresse Faith's and Honour's grave There laughs sh'at thee there makes of thy anoy A poynant sawce to thy tir'd Rivals joy In short there oft a base-born shepherd warms Thy vertuous Amarillis in his arms Now go and sigh and whine and constant prove Unto a Nymph that thus rewards thy love Mir. Ay me Corisca do'st thou tell me true And is it fit I should believe thee too Cor. The more thou searchest 't will the worser be Mir. But didst thou see 't Corisca wo is me Cor. Truth is I did not see it but thou mayst And presently for she her word hath past To meet him there this very hour But hide Thy self beneath that shady hedges side And thou thy self shalt see her straight descend Into the cave and after her her friend Mir. So quickly must I dye Cor. See! I have spi'd Her coming down already by the side O' th' Temple mark how guiltily she moves Her stealing pace betraying their stoln loves To mark the sequell do thou here remain And afterwards we two will meet again Mir. Since the discovery of the truth 's so neer With my belief I will my death defer Scena septima AMARILLIS NO mortall work successfully is done Which with th' immortall gods is not begun Full of distractions and with heavie heart I did from hence unto the Temple part Whence Heaven be prais'd I come as light as air And strangely comforted for at my pray'r Pure and devout I felt from thence me thought Another soul into my body shot Which whisper'd Fear not Amarillis go Securely on I and I will do so Heav'n guiding Fair Mother of Love befriend Her that on thee for succour doth depend Thou that as Queen in the third Orb do'st shine If e're thou felt'st thy Son's flames pitie mine Bring courteous Goddesse by a secret path Quickly that youth to whom I 've pawn'd my faith And thou deer cave till I have done my work Suffer this slave of Love in thee to lurk But Amarillis all the coast is cleer None nigh to see thee and none nigh to hear Securely enter O Mirtillo O Mirtillo if thou dream'dst wherefore I go Scena octava MIRTILLO I Wake and see what I could wish t' have been Born without eyes that I might not have seen Or rather not to have been born Curst Fate Why hast thou thus prolonged my lifes date To bring me to this killing spectacle Mirtillo more tormented then in hell The blackest soul is not to doubt thy grief Not to be able to suspend beleif Thou thou hast heard and seen 't thy Mistresse is Another man's And which is worse not his Whose by the world's Laws she was bound to be But by Love's Lawes snatcht both from him and thee O cruell Amarillis to undo This wretched man and then to mock him too With that unconstant mouth which once did meet And once did call Mirtillo's kisses sweet But now his loathed name which haply rose Like bitter drink that 'gainst the stomack goes Because it should not bitternesse impart To thy delight hath spu'd out of thy heart Since therefore she who gave thee life hath ta'ne That life away and given it again 'T another why do'st thou thy life survive Wretched Mirtillo Why art thou alive Dye dye Mirtillo unto grief and smart As unto joy already dead thou art Dye dead Mirtillo since thy life is so Let thy pangs likewise be concluded Go Out of the anguish of this death which still Keeps thee alive that it may longer kill But shall I dye then unrevenged Sure I 'le slay him first that did my death procure I will dispense with my dire love of death Till I have justly ta'ne away his breath Who slew my heart unjustly Yeeld stout grief To anger death to life till in my life I have aveng'd my death Let not this steel be drunken with the flood Of its own Master's unrevenged blood Nor this right hand be Pitie's till it hath First made it self the Minister of wrath Thou that enjoy'st my spoyls what ere thou be Since I must fall I 'le pull thee after me In the same brake I 'le plant my self agen And when I spie him coming to the den Will rush upon him with this piercing dart At unawares and strike him through the heart But is 't not base to strike him out of sight It is defie him then to single fight Where valour may my justice prove But no This place is unto all so known and so Frequented that some swains may interpose Or which is worse enquire of me whence grows Our quarrell which if I deny 't is naught They 'l think if feign a cause I may be caught Then in a lie if tell 't her name will be Blasted with everlasting infamie In whom although I never can approve That which I see yet I must ever love That which I fanci'd and did hope t' have seen And that which ought I 'm sure in her t' have been Dye basely then the base Adulterer Who hath slain me and hath dishonour'd her I but the blood may if I kill him here The murther show and that the Murtherer What do I care I but the murth'rer known Bewrays the cause for which the murther's done So this ungratefull woman runs the same Hazard this way of shipwrak in her fame Enter the cave then and assault him there Good good tread softly softly lest she hear That she 's at th' other end her words imply'd Now hid with branches in the Rock's left side There is a hollow at the steep stairs foot There without any noyse I 'le wait to put In
drunk but now This cave's mouth open was I 'm sure then how Comes it now shut and with a ponderous And massie stone rowl'd down upon it thus Earth-quake I 'm sure t' unhenge it there was none Would I knew certainly that Coridon And Amarillis were within and then I car'd not how it came Hee 's in the den If as Lisetta said he parted were From home so long ago Both may be there And by Mirtillo shut together Love Prickt with disdain hath strength enough to move The world much more a stone Should it be true Mirtillo could not have deviz'd to doe Ought more according to my heart then this Though he Corisca had enthron'd in his In stead of Amarillis I will goe The back way in that I the truth may know Scena secunda DORINDA LINCO Dor. BUt Linco didst not thou know me indeed Lin. Who could have known thee in this savage weed For meek Dorinda But if I had been A ravenous hound as I am Linco then I to thy cost had known thee for a beast What do I see What do I see Dor. Thou seest A sad effect of Love a sad and strange Effect of loving Linco Lin. Wondrous change Thou a young Maid so soft so delicate That wert me thinks an infant but of late Whom in mine arms I bore as I may say A very little childe but yesterday And steering thy weak steps taught thee to name When I thy Father serv'd Daddy and Mam Who like a tim'rous Doe before thy heart Was made a prey t' insulting Love didst start At every thing that on the sudden stirr'd At every winde at every little bird That shook a bough each Lizard that but ran Out of a bush made thee look pale and wan Now all alone o're hils through woods do'st passe Fearlesse of hounds or savage beasts Dor. Alas She whom Love wounds no other wound doth fear Lin. Indeed fair Nymph Love shew'd his godhead here From woman to a man transforming thee Or rather to a wolf Dor. If thou couldst see Into my brest O Linco then thou 'dst say A living wolf upon my heart doth prey As on a harmlesse lamb Lin. Is Silvio That wolf Dor. Alas who else can be ' t Lin. And so Cause he 's a wolf thou a shee-wolf wouldst be To try since on thy humane visage he Was not enamour'd if he would at least Affect thee in the likenesse of a beast As being of his kind But prethee where Gotst thou these robes Dor. I 'le tell thee I did hear Silvio would chase to day the noble Bore At Erimanthus foot and there before The morning peept was I from wood to wood Hunting the Hunter by a crystall flood From which our flocks did climb the hils I found Melampo the most beauteous Silvio's hound Who having quench'd his thirst there as I ghesse Lay to repose him on the neighb'ring grasse I who love any thing that 's Silvio's Even the very ground on which he goes And shadow which his beauteous limbs do cast Much more the dog on which his love is plac't Stooping laid sudden hold on him who came Along with me as gently as a lamb And whilst t' was in my thoughts to lead him back Unto his Lord and mine hoping to make A friend of him with what he held so deer He came himself to seek him and stopt here Deer Linco I 'le not lose thee so much time As to tell all that 's past 'twixt me and him This onely to be brief After a long Preface of oathes on one another strung And treach'rous promises this cruell swain Flung from me full of Anger and disdain Both with his own Melampo to his Lord So true and with my deer and sweet reward Lin. O cruell Silvio ruthlesse swain But what Didst thou do then Dorinda didst thou not Hate him for this Dor. Rather as if the fire Of his disdain Loves fire had been his ire Increast my former flame His steps I trace And thus pursuing him towards the chace I met hard by with my Lupino whom Before a little I had parted from When straight it came into my head that I In his attire and in the company Of shepherds might be thought a shepherd too And undiscover'd my fair Silvio view Lin. In a wolves likenesse amongst hounds and none Bite thee 'T is much Dorinda thou hast done Dor. This Linco was no miracle for they Durst not touch her who was their Masters prey There I out of the tents amidst the crue Of neighb'ring shepherds that were met to view The famous passe-time stood admiring more To see the Huntsman then the hunted Bore At every motion of the furious beast My cold heart shiv'red in my brest At every action of the brave young man My soul with all her touch'd affections ran In to his aid But my extreme delight Again was poyson'd with the horrid sight Of the fierce Bore whose strength and vast Proportion all proportion past As an impetuous whirlwind in a great And sudden storm which all that it doth meet Houses and trees and stones before it bears All it can get within its circle tears To pieces in an instant so the Bore Wheeling about his tusks all foam and gore Pil'd in one heap dogs slain spears knapt men wounded How oft did I desire to have compounded For Silvio's life with the inraged Swine And for his blood t' have giv'n the Monster mine How oft was I about to run between And with my body his fair body screen Spare cruell Bore how often did I cry Spare my fair Silvio's brest of Ivory Thus to my self I spake and sigh'd and pray'd When his fierce dog arm'd with a brest-plate made Of hard and scaly barks of trees he slipt After the beast now prouder being dipt Throughly in blood and lifted from the ground On slaughter'd trunks The valour of that hound Linco exceeds beliefe and Silvio Not without reason surely loves him so As a chaft Lion which now meets now turns From an untamed Buls well brandish'd horns If once he come with his strong paw to seize Upon his shoulder masters him with ease So bold Melampo shunning with fine slights The Bores short turns and rapid motion lights At length upon his ear which having bit Quite through and lugg'd him twice or thrice by it He with his teeth so naild him to the ground That at his vast bulk now a mortall wound Might levell'd be with greater certainty Before but slghtly hurt then suddenly My lovely Silvio calling on the name Of Dian Goddesse do thou give me aim Quoth he the horrid head is thine This sed His golden Quiver's swiftest shaft to th' head He drew which flying to that very point Where the left shoulder knits with the neck joint There wounded the fierce Bore so down he fell Then I took breath seeing my Silvio well And out of danger Happy beast to die So sweet a death as by that hand which I Would beg my end from
little backward so The mortall steel past by leaving his brest Untoucht and in his coat of skins did rest Into the which I know not how 't was wove So intricately that Mirtillo strove In vain to pull it out and so he too Was taken Cho. And with him what did they do Erg. He to the Temple by himself was brought Cho. For what Erg. To try if he 'd discover ought Touching the fact in question Perhaps too Th' affront he in their Minister did do Unto the priestly majesty might some Penance deserve Would yet I might have come To comfort my poor friend Cho. What hindred thee Erg. The waiters at the altar may not be Admitted to delinquents therefore I Sequesterd from the other company Go by my self unto the Temple where With many a prayer and devouter tear I 'le beg of Heaven that it would chase away This sullen storm that overclouds our day Deer Shepherds rest in peace and joyn with ours Your pray'rs to batter the celestiall towers Cho. We will when we have paid to Silvio That duty first we to his goodnesse owe. O ye great Gods now now if ever prove Your anger lesse eternall then your love Scena quarta CORISCA. EMpale ye triumph-decking Lawrell boughs Empale my glorious and victorious brows Into Love's lists hedg'd round about with flame This day I came I saw I overcame This day hath Heav'n and Earth Nature and Art Fortune and Fate Friend and Foe ta'ne my part Ev'n that base Satyr who abhorres me so Hath helpt me too as if he too did go Some share with me How much more happily Did fortune bring Mirtillo in then I Contriv'd to have brought Coridon to make Her crime more show of likelihood to take And though Mirtillo's apprehended too That matters not they soon will let him go Th' Adultresse onely payes the penaltie O famous triumph Solemn victorie If lying may deserve a trophie I Deserve a trophie for my amorous lye Which from this tongue and bosome hath done more For me then Love with all his charms before But this is not a time to talk Withdraw Thy self Corisca till the doom of Law Fall on thy Rivals head for fear that she T' excuse her self should lay the blame on thee Or that the Priest himself should wish to know What thou canst say before he give the blow When a mine springs 't is good to stand aloof A lying tongue requires a flying hoof I 'le hide me in those woods and there will make Some stay till it be time to come and take Possession of my joyes O! it hath hit Beyond all thought Successe hath crown'd my wit Scena quinta NICANDRO AMARILLIS Nic. A Heart of flint or rather none had he Nor humane sense that could not pitie thee Unhappy Nymph and for thy sorrow grieve The more by how much lesse they can believe This should befall thee who have known thee best For were it but to see a Maid distrest Of venerable count'nance and that show'd So vertuous and so excellently good One that for heav'nly beauty merited Temples and Sacrifices to be led Unto the Temple as a Sacrifice Who could behold it without melting eyes But he that should consider further how And for what purpose thou wert born That thou Art Daughter unto Titiro and shoud Have married been unto Montano's bloud Two the most lov'd and honour'd shall I say Shepherds or Fathers of Arcadia And that being such so great so famous and So beautifull a Nymph and that did stand By nature so remote from thy death's brink Thou shouldst be now condemn'd He that doth think On this and weeps not wails not thy mishap Is not a man but wolf in humane shape Am. If my mishap had come through mine own fault And the effect had been of an ill thought As of a deed that seems ill it had been Lesse grievous to mee to have death pay sinne And very just it were I should have spilt My bloud to wash my impure soul from guilt To quench Heav'ns wrath and since man too had wrong Pay what to human justice did belong So might I still a crying conscience And mortifi'd with a due inward sense Of deserv'd death render my self more fit To die and through that purgatory get Perchance to Paradise But now in all My pride of youth and fortune thus to fall Thus innocent is a sad case a sad Nicandro Nic. Nymph would to Heav'n men had Sinn'd against thee rather then thou 'gainst Heav'n For satisfaction might be easier giv'n To thee for thy wrong'd Fame then unto it For its wrong'd Deities Nor know I yet Who wrong'd thee but thy self Wert thou not caught Alone with the adult'rer in a vault To Silvio precontracted wert not thou And so thy nuptiall faith hast broken How Then innocent Am. For all this have not I Transgrest the Law and innocently dye Nic. Not Natures law perchance Love where thou wilt But that of Men and Heav'n Love without guilt Am. Both men and Heav'n if all our fortune be Deriv'd from thence transgrest have against me For what but an ill destiny could bid That I should die for what another did Nic. What was that Nymph bridle thy tongue with high Flown grief transported ev'n to blasphemie The ils we suffer our own sins pull down Heav'n pardons many wrongs but it doth none Am. I blame in Heaven onely my own starre But one that hath deceiv'd me more by farre Nic. Then blame thy self thy self thou didst deceive Am. I did when I a coz'ner did believe Nic. They who desire to be deceiv'd are not Am. Dost think me naught Nic. Nay ask thy actions that Am. Actions are oft false comments on our hearts Nic. Yet those we see and not the inward parts Am. The heart may be seen too with th' eys o' th' mind Nic. Whithout the senses help those eyes are blind Am. The senses must submit to reasons sway Nic. Reason in point of fact must sense obay Am. Well I am sure an honest heart I have Nic. Prethee who brought thee then into the cave Am. My folly and too much credulity Nic. Thou trustedst with a friend thy honesty Am. I trusted a friends honestie Nic. Thy blood Was that the friend thou wouldst have understood Am. Ormino's Sister who betraid me thither Nic. 'T is sweet when Lovers are betraid together Am. Mirtillo enterd without my consent Nic. How enter'dst thou then and for what intent Am. Let this suffice 't was not for him I came Nic. It cannot if no other cause thou name Am. Examine him about my innocence Nic. Him who hath been the cause of thy offence Am. Call her to witnesse who betraid me hath Nic. Why should we hear a witnesse without faith Am. By chast Diana's dreadfull name I swear Nic. Thou by thy deeds art perjur'd unto her Nymph I am plain I cannot flatter thee Into a hope which in extremitie Will leave thee more confounded these are dreams A troubled fountain
cannot yeeld pure streams Nor a bad heart good words And where the deed Is evident Defence offence doth breed What dost thou talk thou shouldst have guarded more Then thy life now thy chastitie before Why do'st thou cheat thy self Am. O miserie Must I then dye Nicandro must I dye None left to hear none to defend me left Of all abandon'd of all hope bereft Onely of such a mocking pity made The wretched object as affords no aid Nic. Be patient Nymph and give me cause to tell Though thou didst ill yet that thou suffredst well Look up to heav'n since thence thou drawst thy birth All good or ill we meet with upon earth From thence as from a fountain doth distill And as no good is here unmix'd with ill So punishment that 's ill to flesh and blood As to th' accompt we must make there is good And if my words have cut thee 't is but like A faithfull Surgeon who a vein doth strike Or thrusts his instrument into the wound Where it is mortallest and most profound In being cruell mercifull Then be Content with what is writ in Heav'n for thee Am. O 't is a cruell sentence whether it In heaven for me or in earth be writ Yet writ in heav'n I 'm certain it is not For there my innocence is known But what Doth that avail me if that dye I must That 's the straight narrow passage to be dust Nicandro that 's the bitter cup But oh By that compassion thou to me dost show Lead me not to the Temple yet stay stay Nic. Who fears to dye dyes ev'ry hour o' th' day Why hang'st thou back and draw'st a painfull breath Death hath no ill in 't but the fear of death And he that dies when he hath heard his doom Flyes from his death Am. Perchance some help may come Father dear father dost thou leave me too An onely daughters father wilt thou do Nothing to save me Yet before I die A parting kisse to me do not deny Two bosoms shall be pierced with one blow And from thy daughter's wound thy blood must flow O father once so sweet and deer a name Which I was never wont t' invoke in vain Thy belov'd Daughter's Wedding callst thou this To day a Bride to day a Sacrifice Nic. Good Nymph no more why dost thou bootlesly Stay thus tormenting both thy self and mee The time calls on I must convey thee hence Nor with my duty longer may dispense Am. Deer woods adieu then my deer woods adieu Receive these sighs my last ones into you Till my cold shade forc'd from her seat by dire And unjust steel to your lov'd shades retire For sink to hell it can't being innocent Nor soar to heav'n laden with discontent Mirtillo O Mirtillo most accurst The day I saw the day I pleas'd thee first Since I whom thou above thy life didst love Became thy life that thou my death mightst prove She dies condemn'd for kindnesse now to thee Whom thou hast still condemn'd of cruelty I might have broke my faith as cheap Ay me Now without fault or fruit I dye or Thee My deer Mirtill Nic. Alas she dies indeed Poor wretch Come hither shepherds with all speed Help me to hold her up O piteous case She finish'd in Mirtillo's name her Race Unhappy maid she breathes yet and I feel Some signes of life pant in her bosome still To the next fountain let us carry her Perchance cold water may recover there Her fleeting spirits Stay will not relief Be cruelty to her who dies of grief To prevent dying by the Axe How-e're Yet let not us our charitie forbear Men ought to lend their aid in present woe What is to come none but the Gods foreknow Scena sexta CHORUS of Huntsmen with SILVIO CHORUS of Shepherds with SILVIO Ch. Hun. O Glorious youth true child of Hercules That kilst so soon such monstrous beasts as these Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom lies slain and queld This Erimanthian Monster living held Invincible Behold the horrid head Which seems to breath death when it self is dead This is the famous Trophie noble Toile Of him whom we our Demy-god do stile Extoll his great name Shepherds and this day Keep ever solemn ever holy day Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth that do'st despise thine own For others safeties Vertue climbes her Throne By these steep stairs and the high Gods have set Before her Palace gates labour and sweat He that would land at joy must wade through woes Nor by unprofitable base repose Abhorring labour but from gallant deeds And vertuous labour true repose proceeds Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom these Plains depriv'd Of tillage and of tillers long retriv'd Their fruitfull honours have The plough-man now Securely goes after the lazie plough Sowes his plump seed and from earth's pregnant womb Expects the wish'd fruits when the season 's come No more shall churlish tusk or churlish foot Trample them down or tear them up by th' root Nor shall they prosper so as to sustain A beast to be their own and others bane Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Shep. O glorious youth as if presaging thine The Have'n to day doth in full glory shine Such peradventure was that famous Boar Alcides slew yet so thy act is more It being Silvio thy first labour as Of thy great Ancestor the third it was But with wilde Beasts thy infant valour playes To kill more monsters in thy riper dayes Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Sh. O glorious youth how well are joyn'd in thee Valour and pietie See Cynthia see Thy devout Silvio's vow behold with white And crooked tusk as if in thy despight The proud head arm'd on this side and on that Seeming thy silver horns to emulate If then O powerfull Goddesse thou didst guide The young mans shaft he is in justice tyde To dedicate the Trophie unto thee By whom he did obtain the victorie Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth true child of Hercules That kill'st so soon such monstrous beasts as these Scena septima CORIDON I Have forborn till now to credit what The Satyr told me of Corisca late Fearing it might be some malicious lye Devis'd by him to shake my constancie For most improbable it seem'd that she In the same place where she expected me Unlesse the message which Lisetta brought To me from her were false should straight be caught With an adulterer And yet the truth To say here 's a shrewd token and it doth Perplex me much to see the mouth o' th' den Just in that manner he related then Shut and damm'd up with such a massie stone Ah false Corisca too well by mine own Experience of thy ungracious deeds I know thee now stumbling so oft thou needs Must fall at last So many frauds so many Lyes and vow-breaches might have warned any Whom folly or affection did not blear
That some such fearfull tumbling cast was neer 'T was well for me I tarried by the way A happy chance my father made me stay Though then I did suppose him foolishly T' have been a tedious Remora Had I Come at Lisetta's hour I might have seen Something which poyson to my eyes had been But what shall I do now arm'd with disdain Shall I revenge and mischief entertain No I have lov'd her and this act doth crave My pity not my anger Shall I have Pity on one deceiv'd me Mee she hath Deceiv'd her self leaving a man of faith To give her self a prey into the hand Of an ignoble Swain a stranger and A vagabond that will to morrow be More wavering more without faith then she Shall I take pains then to revenge a wrong That carryes with it the revenge along And quenches all my indignation so 'T is turn'd to pitie She hath scorn'd me though Sh' has honour'd me for she who thus could chuse Highly commends the man she doth refuse She scorn'd me who the way did never know How she should love receive or how bestow Who lik'd at random still or had this curse If two were offerd her to take the worse But tell me Coridon how can it be If scorn of being scorned move not thee To take revenge but that to have been crost By such a losse should do 't I have not lost Her whom I never had My self I have Regain'd whom I unto another gave Nor can't a losse be termed to remain Without a woman so unsure and vain In fine What have I lost Beautie without Vertue A head with all the brains pickt out A brest that hath no heart A heart that hath No soul in it A soul that hath no faith A shade a ghost a carcasse of affection Which will to morrow turn to putrefaction Is this a losse I will be bold to say 't 'T is a great purchase and a fortunate Is there no woman in the world but she Can Coridon want Nymphs as fair as she And far more true But she may well want one Will love her with such faith as Coridon Whom she deserv'd not Now if I should do That which the Satyr did advise me to Accusing her of vow-breach in my breath I know it lies to have her put to death But I have not an heart so Aspine I That with the wind of womans levitie It should be mov'd Too great a happinesse And honour 't were to their perfidiousnesse If with the trouble of a manly brest And breaking of the happy peace and rest Of an ingenous soul I were to be Reveng'd upon Corisca now For me Then let her live or to expresse it better By me not die Live for my Rivall let her Her life's revenge for me sufficient Live let her to dishonour to repent I know not how to envie him or loath Her but with all my heart do pity both Scena octava SILVIO ECCHO within O Goddesse of the slothfull blind and vain Who with foul hearts Rites foolish and profane Altars and Temples hallow to thy name Temples or Sanctuaries vile said I To protect Lewdnesse and impietie Under the robe of thy Divinity And thou base Goddesse that thy wickednesse When others do as bad may seem the lesse Giv'st them the reins to all lasciviousnesse Rotter of soul and body enemie Of reason plotter of sweet thee very The little and great World's calamitie Reputed worthily the Ocean's daughter That treacherous monster which with even water First soothes but ruffles into storms soon after Such windes of sighs such Cataracts of tears Such breaking waves of hopes such gulfs of fears Thou mak'st in men such rocks of cold despairs Tydes of desire so head-strong as would move The world to change thy name when thou shalt prove Mother of Rage and Tempests not of Love Behold what sorrow now and discontent On a poor pair of Lovers thou hast sent Go thou that vaunt'st thy self Omnipotent Go faithlesse Goddesse save that Nymph whom thou Hast poyson'd with thy sweets if thou knowst how From her swift deaths pursuing footsteps now O what a happy day was that for me When my chaste soul I did devote to thee Cynthia my great and onely Deitie True Goddesse unto whose particular shrine The fairest souls in all the Earth incline As thou in Heav'n do'st all the Starrs out-shine How much more laudable and free from pain The sports are which thy servants entertain Then those of faithlesse Ericina's train Wilde Boars are killed by thy Worshippers By wilde Boars miserably kild are hers O Bow my strength and joy My conquerers My Arrows Let that bug-bear Love come trie And match with you his soft Artillerie They whom you wound do in good earnest die But too much honour hence to thee would come Vile and unwarlike Boy to chastise whom I speak 't aloud a rod's enough Enough What art thou that reply'st Eccho or Love That so doth imitate the same The same Most wish'd but tell me true Art thou hee Hee The son of her that for Adonis once So miserably pin'd away Away Well of that Goddesse who was found in bed With Mars when the stars shot to see her shame And the chast Moon blush'd at her folly O ly What madnesse 't is to whistle to the winde Come if thou darest to the wide air I dare And I defie thee But art thou her son Legitimate or else a by-blow I glow O! the Smith's son that 's call'd a God A God Of what the follies of the world The world The Bawd thou art Art thou that terrible Boy That tak'st such sharp revenge upon those wights Who thy absurd commands digest not Iest not What punishments dost thou inflict on those Who in rebellion persevere Severe And how shall I be punish'd whose hard heart Hath alwayes been at odds with Love With Love When Sot if my chaste brest be to those flames More opposite then night to day To day So quickly shall I be in that streight Streight What 's she can bring me to adoring Dorin Dorinda is it not my little childe Thou wouldst say in thy lithping gibberish Ish. Shee whom I hate more then the Lamb the Wolf And who to this shall force my will I will And how and with what Arms and with what bow Shall it be happily with thine With thine Thou mean'st perchance when by thy wantonnesse It is unbent and the nerve broken Broken Shall my own bow after 't is broken too Make war on me and who shall break 't thou Thou 'T is plain now thou art drunk go sleep But say Where shall these miracles be wrought here Here. O fool and I am going now from hence See if thou hast not prov'd thy self to day A prophet with the wine inspir'd Inspir'd But stay I see unlesse I much mistake A greyish thing at couch in yonder Brake 'T is like a Wolf and certainly 't is one O what a huge one ' t is how over-grown O
bounteous heav'n Cor. But see Ergasto's here How opportunely doth he now appear Erg. At such a time let every living thing Heav'n Earth Air Fire the whole world laugh and sing To hell it self let our full joyes extend And there the torments of the damn'd suspend Cor. What rapture 's this Er. Blest woods whose murmuring voyce When we lamented did lament rejoyce At our joyes too and wag as many tongues As you have leaves now dancing to the songs Of the pleas'd Birds and musick of the Air Which rings with our delight Sing of a pair Of noble Lovers the felicitie Unparalell'd Cor. He doth speak certainly Of Silvio and Dorinda Every thing I see would live How soon the shallow spring Of tears dryes up with us but the swoln river Of gladnesse tarries with the longer liver Of Amarillis who is dead there 's now No more discourse the onely care is how To laugh with them that laugh and t is well done Each man hath too much sorrow of his own Whither so glad Ergasto dost thou go Unto a Wedding happily Erg. I do Indeed Hast heard Corisca then the wonder O' th' two blest Lovers was 't not strange Cor. I underStood it of Linco now with joy of heart Which my great grief doth mitigate in part For the sad death of Amarillis Erg. How Whom dost thou speak of or speak I thinkst thou Cor. Why of Dorinda and of Silvio Erg. What Silvio what Dorinda Dost not know Then what hath past My joy its linage drawes From a more high stupendious noble Cause Of Amarillis and Mirtillo I Discourse the happiest Pair that this day frye Under the torrid Zone of Love Cor. Is not Then Amarillis dead Ergasto Erg. What Death She 's alive glad beauteous and a Wife Cor. Thou mock'st me Shepherd Er. No upon my life Cor. Was she not then condemn'd Er. She was 't is true But presently she was acquitted too Cor. Do I dream this or dost thou dreams relate Erg. Stay here a little thou shalt see her straight Come with her faithful and most fortunate Mirtillo from the temple where they 're now And interchanged have their Nuptiall vow Towards Montano's of the bitter root Of their long Loves to gather the sweet fruit O hadst thou seen mens joyes spring in their eyes If thou hadst heard the musick of their cryes The temple's still as full as it can hold Of numbers numberlesse Men women old Young Prelates Laymen are confounded there Together and distracted cannot bear Their joy With wonder every one doth run To see the happy couple every one Adores them every one embraces them Their pity one extols another's theme Their constant faith is or those graces giv'n To them by Nature or infus'd from Heav'n The laund the dale the mountain and the plain Resound the faithfull Shepherd's glorious name O happy happy Lover to become From a poor Swain almost a God so soon From death to life whilst I speak this to passe And change a winding-sheet which ready was For a remote despair'd-of Nuptiall Though it be much Corisca is not all But to enjoy her whom he seem'd t' injoy In dying for her her who would destroy Her selfe not to excuse but share his Fate His Mate in life and not in death his Mate This is such joy such ravishing joy is this As doth exceed all we can fancie Blisse And dost not thou rejoyce and apprehend A joy for Amarillis that 's thy Friend As great as that which I doe for my true Mirtillo Cor. Yes dost thou not see I doe Erg. O! if thou hadst present been Amarillis to have seen As the pledge of Faith when she Gave her hand to him and he As the pledge of Love did either Give or receive I know not whether A sweet inestimable kisse Surely thou hadst dy'd of blisse There was Scarlet there were Roses All the colours all the posies Art or Nature ere did mix Were excell'd by her pure cheeks Cover'd with a waving shield By her blushing Beauty held Stain'd with blood which did provoke From the striker a new stroke And shee coy and nice in show Seem'd to shun that shee might so With more pleasure meet the blow Leaving it in doubt if that Kisses were ravish'd or not With such admirable Art 'T was in part bestow'd in part Snatch'd from her And that disdain Which she did so sweetly fain Was a willing No an Act Mixt of Conquest and Compact Such a coming in her flying As shew'd yeelding in denying Such sweet anger at th' abuse In forcing her as forc'd him use That force again such art to crave The thing she would not yet would have As drew him the faster on To snatch that which would be gone O heav'nly kisse Corisca I Can no longer hold God bu'y I 'le marry too The Powr's above Give no true joy to men but Love Cor. If he Corisca have told truth this day Quite cures thy wits or takes them quite away Scena nona Chorus of Shepherds CORISCA AMARILLIS MIRTILLO Cho. HOly Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The Earth hath not A more happy loving pair Both of them Divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. Ay me Ergasto told me true I see This is the fruits wretch of thy vanitie O thoughts O wishes as unjust as vain And fond Would I an innocent have slain To compasse my unbridled will So blind So cruell was I Who doth now unbind Mine eyes Ah wretch what do I see my sin With the mask off just as 't is here within Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot See thou Faithfull Shepherd where After many a briny tear After many a stormy blast Thou art landed now at last Is not this behold her shee Heav'n and Earth deny'd to thee And thy cruell Destinie And her Icie Chastitie And thy degree so far beneath And 〈◊〉 Contract and thy Death Yet Mirtillo loe shee 's thine That sweet face those eyes divine Brest and hands and all that thou See'st and hear'st and touchest now And so often hast in vain Sigh'd for now thou dost obtain As thy constant Love's reward Yet thy lips hath silence barr'd Mir. ' Cannot speak I do not know Whether I 'm alive or no. Or if these things reall be Which I seem to hear and see Sweetest Amarillis mine For my soul is lodg'd in thine I from thee would gladly know Tell me Love are these things so Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. But why do you you still about me stay Arts to deceive the world arts to betray The body's robes but the souls rags For one I 'm sure shee 's cousen'd by you and undone Pack hence and as from worms ye had your birth Return to