We ought to vse whilst it we haue Time flies Away and yeares come on our youth once lost We like cut flowres neuer grow fresh againe And to our hoary haires loue well may runne But Louers will our wrinkled skinnes still shunne Ama. Thou speakest this Corisca me to trie Not as thou think'st I am sure But be assur'd Except thou show'st some meanes how I may shun This marriage bonds my thought 's irreuocable And I resolued am rather to die Then any way to spot my chastitie Co. I haue not seene so obstinate a foole But since you are resolu'd I am agreed But tell me do you thinke your Siluio is As true a friend to faith as you to chastitie Ama. Thou mak'st me smile Siluio a friend to faith How can that be hee 's enemy to loue Co. Siluio an enemy to loue O foole These that are nice put thou no trust in them Loues theft is neuer so securely done As hidden vnder vaile of honestie Thy Siluio loues good Sister but not thee Ama. What goddesse is she for she cannot bee A mortall wight that lighted hath his loue Co. Nor goddesse nor a Nimph. Ama. What do you tell Co. Know you Lisetta Ama. She that your cattell keeps Co. Eu'n she Ama. Can it be true Co. That same 's his hart Ama. Sure hee 's prouided of a daintie Loue. Co. Each day he faines that he on hunting goes Ama. I eu'ry morning heare his cursed horne Co. About noone-time when others busie are He his companions shuns and comes alone By a backe way vnto my garden there Where a shadow hedge doth close it in There doth she heare his burning sighes his vowes And then she tells me all and laughes at him Now heare what I thinke good to doo Nay I Haue don 't for you alreadie You know the law That tyes vs to our faith doth giue vs leaue Finding our spowses in the act of perfidie Spite of our friends the marriage to denie And to prouide vs of an other if we list Ama. That know I well I haue examples two Leucipp to Ligurine Armilla to Turingo Their faith once broke they tooke their owne again Co. Now heare Lisetta by my appointment hath Promist to meet th'vnwary Louer here In thiâ—same Caue and now he is the best Contented youth that liues attending but the houre There would I haue you take him I le be there To beare you witnesse oft't for else we worke In vaine so are you free from this same noisome knot Both with your honour and your fathers too Ama. Oh braue inuentioÌ„ good Corisca what 's to do Co. Obserue my words In midst of this same caue Vpon the right hand is a hollow stone I know not if by Art or nature made A litle Caue all linde with Iuy leaues To which a litle hole aloft giues light A fit and thankfull receptacle for loues theft Preuent their comming and attend them there I le haste Lisetta forward and as soone As I perceiue your Siluio enter so will I Step you to her and as the custome is Wee le carry both vnto the Priest and there dissolue This marriage knot Ama. What to his father Co. What matter 's that Think you Montanus dare His priuate to a publike good compare Ama. Then closing vp mine eyes I let my selfe Be ledde by thee my deare my faithfull guide Co. But do not stay now enter me betime Ama. I 'le to the Tâ—mple first and to the Gods My prayers make without whose aide no happy end Can euer sort to mortall enterprise Co. All places Amarillis temples are To hearts deuout you 'le slacke your time too much Ama. Time's neuer lost in praying vnto them That do commaund the time Co. Go then dispatch Now if I erre not am I at good passe Onely this staying troubles me yet may it helpe I must goe make new snares to traine in Coridon I le make him thinke that I will meet him there And after Amarillis send him soone Then by a secret way I le bring Dianaes Priests Her shall they finde and guiltie doome to death My riuall gone Mirtillo sure is mine See where he comes Whilst Amarillis stayes Ile somewhat trie him Loue now once inspire My tongue with words my face with heau'nly fire Sce. 6. Mirtillo Corisca HEre weeping sprights of hell new torments heare New sorts of paine a cruell mind behold Included in a looke most mercifull My loue more fierce then the infernall pit Because my death cannot suffice to glut Her greedie will and that my life is but A multitude of deathes commaund me liue That to them all my life might liuing giue Co. I le make as though I heard him not I heare A lamentable voyce plaine hereabouts I wonder who it is oh my Mirtillo Mir. So would I were a naked shade or dust Co. How feele you now your selfe after your long Discourse with your so dearely loued Nymph Mir. Like a weake sick man that hath long desir'd Forbidden drinke at last gets it vnto his mouth And drinks his death ending at once both life thirst So I long sicke burn't and consumed in This amorous drought froÌ„ two faire fountains that Ice do distill from out a rockie braine Of an indurate heart Haue drunke the poyson that my life will kill Sooner then halfe of my desire fulfill Co. So much more mightie waxeth loue as from Our hearts the force is he receiues deare Mirtillo For as the Beare is wont with licking to giue shape To her mishapen brood that else were helplesse borne Eu'n so a Louer to his bare desire That in the birth was shapelesse weake and fraile Giuing but forme and strength begetteth loue Which whilst t' is young and tender then t' is sweet But waxing to more yeares more cruell growes That in the end Mirtillo an mueterate affect Is euer full of anguish and defect For whilst the mind on one thought onely beates It waxeth thicke by being too much fixt So loue that should be pleasure and delight Is turn'd to malancholy and what worser is It proues at last or death or madnesse at the least Wherefore wise is that heart that often changeth loue Mir. Ere I change will or thought chang'd must my life Be into death for though the beautious Amarillis Be most cruell yet is she all my life Nor can this bodies bulke at once containe More then one heart more then one soule retaine Co. O wretched shepheard ill thou knowst to vse Loue in his kind loue one that hates thee one That flies from thee fie man I had rather die Mir. As gold in fire so saith in griefe 's refinde Nor can Corisca amâ—rous constancie Shewe his great power but thorough crueltie This onely rests amongst my many griefes My sole content doth my heart burne or die Or languish ne're so much light are the paines Plaints torments sighes exile and death it selfe For such a cause for such a sweet respect That life before my faith
e're thou prou'dst Thy sunnes hotte fire take pitie then of mine Guide hither curteous goddesse that same swaine With swift and subtill feet that hath my faith And thou deare Caue into thy bosome take Me loues handmaid and giue me leaue there to Accomplish my desires Why do I stay Here 's none doth see or heare Enter secure Oh Mirtillo couldst thou but dream to find me here Sce. 8. Mirtillo WHat am I blind or do I too much see Ah had I but bene borne without these eyes Or rather not at all had I bene borne Did spitefull fates reserue me thus aliue To let me see so bad so sad a sight Mirtill thy torments passe the paines of hell No doubt no more suspend not thy beliefe Thine eies thine eares haue seene haue heard it true Thy loue an other ownes not by the lawe Of earth that bindes her vnto any one But by loues lawe that tyes her sole to thee O cruell Amarillis wa' st not inough To kill me wretch but thou must scorne me too That faithlesse mouth that sometime graâ—'t my ioies Did vomit out my hatefull name because She would not haue it in her heart to be A poore partaker of her pleasures sweet Why stay'st thou now she that did giue me life Hath ta'n't away and giu'n't an other man Yet wretch thou liu'st thou dost not die O die Mirtillo die to thy tormenting griefe As to thy ioy thou art alreadie dead Die dead Mirtillo finish't is thy life Finish thy torment too fleet wretched soule Through this foure constrain'd and wayward death T is for thy greater ill that thus thou liust But what And must I die without reuenge First will I make him die that giues me death Desire to liue so long I will retaine Till iustly I haue that Vsurper slaine Yeeld Griefe vnto Reuenge Pittie to Ragâ— Death vnto life till with my life I haue Reueng'd the death another guiltles gaue This Steele shall not drinke mine vnuenged blood My hand shall rage ere it shall pitteous bee What ere thou art that ioyst my comfortes all I 'le make thee feele thy ruine in my fall I 'le place me heere eu'n in this very Groue And as I see him but approach the Caue This Dart shall sodaine wound him in his side It shal be cowardlike to strike him thus I 'le challenge him to single combat I Not so for to this place so knowne and vsd Shepheards may come to hinder vs and worse May search the cause that moou'd me to this fight Which to deny were wickednesse to faigne Will make me faythlesse held and to discouer Will blot her name with endlesse infamiet In whom albeit I like not what I see Yet what I lou'd I do and euer shall But what hope I to see th'adult'rer die That robd her of her honor me my life But if I kill him shall not then his blood Be to the world a token of this deed Why feare I death since I desire to die But then this murder once made plaine makes plaine The cause whereby she shall incurre that infamie I 'le enter then this Caue and so assayle him I so that pleaseth me I 'le steale in softly So that she shall not heare me I beleeue That in the secretst and the closest part I gather by her wordes I shall her finde Therefore I will not enter in too farre A hollow hole there is made in a Rocke The left side couer'd all with Yâ—ie leaues Beneath th' other asscent there will I stand And tune attend t' effect what I desire I 'le beare my dead foe to my lyuing foe Thus of them both I shal be well reueng'd Then with this selfe same Dart I le pierce this brest So shall there be three pier'st without reliefe First two with Steele the third with deadly griefe Fierse she shall see the miserable end Of her belou'd and her betrayed friend This Caue that should be harbour of her ioyes Of both her loues and that which more I craue Of her great shame may proue the happy graue And you the steppes that I in vaine haue followed Could you me speed of such a faythfull way Could you direct me to so deare a Bowre Behold I follow you O Corisea Corisea Now hast thou told too true now I beleeue thee SCE. 9. Satyre DOth this man then beleeue Corisea following her steps Into the Caue of Eriâ—â—aâ— Well hee 's mad He knowes her not beleeue mee he had need Haue better hold of her ingaged fayth Then I had of her heare But knottes more stranged Then gaudy guiftes on her he cannot tie This damned Whoore hath sold her selfe to him And here shee 'le pay the shamefull markets price Shee is within her steps bewray the same This falles out for her punishment and thy reuenge With this great ouerstuâ—ding stone close thou the Caue Goe then about and fetch the Priest with thee By the hill way which few or none do know Let her be executed as the law commaunds For breach of marriage troth which she to Coridon Hath plighted though she euer it conceal'd For feare of me so shall I be reueng'd Of both at once I 'le leese no farther time From off this Elme I 'le cut a bough with which I may more speedely remoue this stone Oh how great it is How fast it stickes I 'le digge it round about This is a worke in deed Where are my wonted forces Oh peruerse Starres in spight of you I 'le moou't Oh Pan Licciu helpe me now thou wert a louer once Reuenge thy loue disdaind vpon Corisea So in the name of thy great power it mooues So in the Power of thy great name it falles Now is the wicked Foxe ta'ne in the trappe Oh that all wicked Women were with thee within That with one fire they might be all destroyd Chorus HOw Puissaunt art thou Loue Natures miracle and the Worldes wonder What sauadge nation or what rusticke hart Is it that of thy power feeles no part But what Wit 's so profound can pull asunder That powers strength Who feeles those flames thy fire lightes at length Immoderate and vaine Will say amortall spright thou sole dost raigne And liue in the corporall and fleshly brest But who feeles after how a louer is Wak'ned to Vertue and how all those flames Do tremble out at sight of honest shames Vnbrid'led blust'ring lustes brought downe to rest Will call thee Spright of high immortall blisse Hauing thy holy receptacle in the soule Rare miracle of human and diuine aspectes That blind dost see and Wisedome mad corrects Of sence and vnderstanding intellects Of reason and desire confus'd affects Such Emperie hast thou on earth And so the heauens aboue dost thou controule Yet by your leaue a wonder much more rare And more stupendious hath the world then you For how you make all wonders yeeld and bow Is easely knowne Your powers do berthe And being taken from vertue of a woman faire O Woman guift of the
in whom nought good it Goddesse A Goddesse no the Concubine of Mars In whom 〈◊〉 doth wholly lye â—holly a lye O fine thy tongue doth 〈…〉 Wilt thou come foorth thou doâ—â— but darkly dare y dare I helde thee for a coward 〈◊〉 art thou a 〈…〉 Dost thou that title brauely skorne y skorne O God then art thou Vulâ—aâ—es sonne by that Lame Smith begot God A God of what of Winds madd with base â—â—earth earth God of the earth makes thou thy foes to rue t'â—ue VVith what dost thou still punish those that striue And obstinately do contende with Loue with Loue. Nay soft when shall crook't Loue tell me good foole Enter my brest I warrent t' is too straight straight What shall I fall in loue so sodainely sodainely What is her name that I must then adore Dore. Dorindâ— foole thou canst not speake out yet But dost not thou meane herâ— ee'n her Dorinda whom I hate but who shall force my willâ— I will What weapons wilt thou vse perhaps thy Bow thy Bow My Bow not till it be by thy leawd folly broken broken My broken armes incounter me and who Shall breake them thou thou Fie fie thou art drunke goe sleepe goe sleepe but stay These maruailes must be done but wheare heare O foole and I am gone how thou art loden with Wit-robbing Grapes that grew vpon the Vine Diuine But soft I see or els mee thinkes I see Something that 's like a Woolfe in yonder Groue T' is sure a Woolfe How monstrous great it is This day for me is destenied to prayse Good Goddesse with great fauours dost thou shew To triumph in one day ouer two Beastes In thy great name I loose this shaft the swiftest and The sharpest which my Qâ—iueâ— holdes Great Archeresse direct thou my right hand And here I vow to sacrifize the spoyles Vnto thy name O daintie blow blow falne Eu'n where my hand and eye it destenyed Ah that I had my Dart it to dispatch Before it get into the Woodes away But heere be Stones what need I any else Heere 's scarcely one I need none now heere is Another Shaft will pierce it to the quicke What 's this I see vnhappie Siluio I'haue shot a Shepheard in a Woluish shape O bitter chaunce O euer miserable 〈…〉 thinkes I know the wretch ti 's Linco that Doth hold him vp Oh deadly shaft Oh most Vnhappie Vow I guiltie of anothers blood I thus the causer of anothers death I that haue been so liberall of my life So large a spender of my blood for others health So cast away thy weapons and go liue All glorilesse But see where he doth come A great deale lesse vnhappy then thy selfe SCE. 9. Linco Siluio Dorinda LEane thou thy selfe my Daughter on this arme Vnfortunate Dorinda Sil. O mee Dorinda I am dead Dor. O Linco Lâ—nco Oh my second father Sil. It is Dorinda sure Ah voyce ah sight Dor. Dorinda to sustaine Linco hath been A fatall office vnto thee thou hardst The first cryes that I euer gaue on earth And thou shalt heare the latest of my death And these thine Armes that were my Cradle once Shall be my Coffin now Lin. O child more deare Then if thou wer 't mine owne I cannot speake Griefe hath my wordes dissolued into teares Sil. On earth hold ope thy iawes and swallow mee Do. Oh stay both pace and plaint good Linco for The one my griefe my wound the other doth increase Sil. Oh what a hard reward most wretched Nimph Had thou receiued for thy wondrous loue Lin. Be of good cheere thy wound not mortall is Dor. I but Dorinda mortall wil be quickly dead But dost thou know who t' is hath wounded me Lin. Let vs care for the sore not for the essence For neuer did Reuenge yet heale a wound Sil. Why stay I still Shall I stay whilst they see me Haue I so bold a face Fly Siluio fly The punishment of that reuengefull sight Fly the just edge of her sharpe cutting voice I cannot fly fatall necessitie doth hold Me heere an I makes me seeke whom most I ought to shunne Dor. Why Linco must I die Not knowing who hath giuen me my death Lin. It Siluio is Dor. Pâ—â—â—so Lin. I know his shaft Dor. On happie issue of my liues last end If I be shune by such a louely friend Lin. See where he is with countenance him accusing Now heauens be praysd y' are at good passe VVith this your bowe and shaftes omnipotent Hast thou not like a cunning Wood-man shot Tell mee thou that of Silâ—â—â— liust was it not I That shot this daintie shoote Oh Boy too wise Hadst thou beleeu'd this foolish aged man Had it not better been Answere me wretch What can thy life be worth if thee do die I know thou 'st say thou thoughtst t' haue shot a Woolfe As though it were no fault to shoote Not knowing carelesse wandring chi'd if t' were A man or beast thou shotst at what Heardsman or What Plougsman dost thou see attyr'd in other cloathes Ah Siluio Siluio who euer soweth wiâ—t so greene Doth euer reape ripe fruite of ignorance Thinke you vaine Boy this chaunce by chaunce did come Neuer without the powers deuine did such like happen Heauen is enrag'd at your supportlesse spight To loue and deepe despising so humane affectes Gods will not haue companions on the earth They are not pleasd with this austeritie Now thou art dumbe thou wert not wont t' indure Do. Siluio let Linco speake he doth not know What sou'raignâ—tie thou o're Dorinda hast In life and death by the great power of Loue. If thou hast shot me thou hast shot thine owne Thou hitst the marke that 's proper to thy shaft These handes that wounded me haue follow'd right The ayme of thy faire eyes Siluio behold her whom Thou hatest so behold her as thou wouldst Thou wouldst me wounded haue wounded I am Thou wish't me dead I ready am for death What wouldst thou more What can I giue thee more Ah cruell Boy thou neuer wouldst beleeue The wound by thee Loue made canst thou deny That which thy hand hath done thou neuer sawst The blood mine eyes did shed seest thou this then That gusheth from my side but if with pittie now All gentlenesse and valoure be not spent Do not denie me cruell soule I pray At my last gaspe one poore and onely sigh Death should be blest if thou but thus wouldst say Goe rest in peace poore soule I humbly pray Sil. Ah my Dorinda shall I call thee mine That art not mine but when I thee must loose And when thou â—ast thy death receiued by mee Not when I might haue giu'n thee thy life Yet will I call thee mine that mine shalt bee Spight of my fortune and since with thy life I cannot haue thee I 'le haue thee in death All that thou seest in me is ready for reuenge I kilde thee with these weapons with the same I 'le kill my selfe I cruell
could finde her out And fearefull signes and monstrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt As dolorous to vs as strange and rare Not seene since we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde The first beginning of our miserie Diana swet out blood the Earth did shake The sacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling And dire deadly cries Withall it breath'd out such a stinking mist As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worse And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende The whilst Mirtillo wondrous thing to tell Offer'd by his owne death to giue her life Crying vnbind those handes vnworthie striges And in her steed that should be sacrifiz'd Vnto Diana draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis Ti. O admirable deede of faythfull loue And noble hart Nu. Now heare a miracle Shee that before so fearefull was to die Chaung'd on the sodaine by Mirtilloes wordes Thus answeres with a bold vndaunted hart Think'st thou my deare then by thy death to gaine Life to her death that by thy life doth liue O miracle vniust on Ministers on on why do you stay Leade me foorthwith vnto mine end I le no such pittie I Mirtill replies Liue cruell pitteous loue My hart his spightfull pittie doth reproue To me it longes to die Nay then to me She answeres that by Law condemned am And heere anew begins a wondrous strife As though that life were death and death were life O soules well borne O couple worthy of Eternall honour neuer dying prayse O liuing and o dying glorious louers Had I so many tongues so many voyces As Heauen hath eyes or Ocean sea hath sandes All would be dumbe and hoarse in setting out Their wondrous and incomprehended prayse Eternall Childe of heauen O glorious Dame That mortall deedes enchroniclest to time Write thou this Historie and it infold In solid Diamond with wordes of gold Ti. But what end had this mortall quarrell then Nun. Mirtillo vanquisheth O rare debate Where dead on lyuing getts the victorie The Priest speakes to your Child be quiet Nimph We cannot change this doome for he must die That offers death our Law commaunds it so And after bids your Daughter should be kept Least griefes extreame should bring her desperate death Thus stood the state When Montane sent me for thee Ti. In sooth t is true sweete scented Flowers shall cease To dwell on Riuers bankes and Woodes in Spring Shall be without their Leaues before a Mayde Adorn'd with youth shall set sweete Loue at naught But if we stay still heere how shall we know When it is time vnto the Church to go Nun. Heere best of all for in this place alas Shall the good Shepheard sacrifized be Ti. And why not in the Church Nu. Because there where The fault is done the punishment must be Ti. And why not in the Caue there was the fault Nun. Because to open skyes it mus be hallow'd Ti. And how knowst thou all these misteriall rites Nun. From the High-priest who from Tireno had them For true Amintas and vntrue Lucrine Were sacrifized so But now t is time to goe See where the sacred Pempe softly descendes T were well done of vs by this other way To go vnto the Temple to thy daughter Finis Sce. 2. Act. 5. ACTVS 5 SCE. 3. Chorus of Shepheards Chorus of Priestes Montanus Mirtillo Chorus of Shep. OH daughter of great Joue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Cho. Pri. Thou that with thy well temper'd vitall ray Thy brothers wondrous heate doth well allay Which mak'st sweete Nature happely bring foorth Rich firtile birthes of Hearbes of Beastes of Men As thou his heate dost quench so calme thine ire That sets Arcadiaes wretched hartes on fire Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Yea sacred Priestes the Aulters ready make Shepheardes deuout reiterate your soundes And call vpon the name of our great Goddesse Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Now Shepheards stand aside nor you my seruants Come not neare except I call for you Valiant young man that to giue life els where Abandonest thine owne die comforted thus farre T' is but a speedie sigh which you must passe For so seemes death to noble minded sprightes That once perform'd this enuious age With thousandes of her yeeres shall not deface The memorie of such a gentle deed But thou shalt liue the example of true fayth But for the Law commaundes thee sacrifiz'd To dye without a word Before thou kneelst If thou hast ought to say say it and hold thy peace For euer after that Mir. Father let it be lawfull that I call thee so For though thou gau'st not yet thou tak'st my life My bodie to the ground I do bequeath my soule To her that is my life But if she die As she hath threatned to do aye mee What part of me shall then remaine aliue Oh death were sweete if but my mortall parts Might die and that my soule did not desire the same But if his pittie ought deserues that dyes For soueraigne pittie then courteous father Prouide she do not die and with that hope More comforted I le pay my destenies Though with my death you me from her disioyne Yet make her liue that she may me retaine Mon. Scarse I containe from teares ô frayle mankind Be of good cheare my sonne I promise thy desire I sweare it by this head this hand take thou for pledge Mir. Then comforted I die all comforted To thee my Amarillis do I come Soule of the faythfull Shepheard as thine owne Do thou receiue for in thy loued name My wordes and life I will determine straight So now to death I kneele and hold my peace Mon. On sacred Ministers kindle the flame With Frankensence and Mirrhe and Incense throw thereon That the thicke vapoure may on high ascend Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. ACT. 5. SCE. 4. Carino Montanio Nicander Mirtillo Chorus of Shepheards Car. WHat Countrymen are here so brauely furnished Almost all in a Liuerie Oh what a show Is heere how rich how full of pome it is Trust mee I thinke it is some Sacrifize Mon. Reach mee Nicander the golden Bason That containes the iuice of Bacchus fruite Ni. Behold t' is ready here Mon. So may this faultles blood Thy brest Oh sacred Goddesse mollifie As do these falling droppes of Wine extinguish This blasing flame So take the Bason there Giue me the siluer Ewer now Ni. Behold the Ewer M. So may thine anger cease with that same faithles Nimph Prouok't as doth this fire this falling streame extinguish Car. This is some Sacrifize but where 's the holocaust Mon. Now all is fit there wantes nought but the end Giue me the Axe Ca. If I be not deceiu'd I see a thing that by his backe seemeth a man He kneeles he is perhappes the holocaust
is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
counsell soone to cease desiring When we cannot attaine to our aspiring Mi. Oh were this true could I but this beleeue Thrise happie paine Thrise fortunate distresse But tell me sweet Ergusto tell me true Which is the shepheard whom the starres so friend Ergust Knowst thou not Siluio Montane's onely sonne Dianaes priest that rich and famous shepheard That gallant youth He is the very same Mi. Most happie youth that hast in tender yeares Found fate so ripe I do not enuy thee But plaine my selfe Erg. Nor need you enuy him That pittie more then enuy doth deserue Mi. Pittie and why Erg. Because he loues her not Mi. And liues he hath a hart and is not blinde Or hath she on my wretched hart spent all her flames And her faire eyes blowne all their loues on mee Why should they giue a lemme so precious To one that neither knowes it nor regards it Erg. For that the heauens the health of Arcady Do promise at these nuptialls Know you not How we do stil appease our goddesse wrath Each yeare with guiltlesse blood of some poore Nymphe A mortall and a miserable tribute Mi. T' is newes to mee that am a new inhabitant As 't pleaseth loue and my poore desteny That did before inhabit sauadge woods But what I pray you was that greeuous fault That kindled rage in a celestiall brest Erg. I will report the dolefull tragedy From the beginning of our misery That able are pittie and plaints to drawe From these hard rocks much more from humane brests In that same golden age when holy priesthood and The temples charge was not prohibited To youth A noble swaine Amintas call'd Priest at that time loued Lucrina bright A beauteous Nymphe exceeding faire but therewithall Exceeding false and light Long time she loued him Orat the least she seemed so with fained face Nursing his pure affections with false hopes Whilst she no other suters had But see Th' vnconstant wretch no sooner was she wooed By a rude shepheard but at first assault At his first sighe she yeelded vp her loue Before Amintas dream't of Iealousie At last Amintas was forlorne despide So that the wicked woman would nor see nor heare Him speake now if the wretch did sigh Be thou the iudge that knowst his paine by proofe Mi. Aye me this griefe all other griefs exceeds Er. After he had his heart recouered From his complaints he to his goddesse turnes And praying saves Great Cinthia if I haue At any time kindled with guiltlesse hands The holy flames reuenge thou then for me This broken faith of my vnconstant Nimphe Diana heares the praiers of her priest And straight out-breathing rage she takes her bowe And shootes shafts of mennitable death Into the bowels of Arcadia People of euery sexe of euery age Soone perished no succour could be found T' was bootlesse art to search for remedies For often on the patient the phisitian died One onely remedie did rest which was Strait to the nearest Oracle they went From whom they had an answere verie cleare But aboue measure deadly horrible Which was our Cinthia was displeasd and to Appease herire either Lucrina or some else for her Must by Amintas hands be sacrifiz'd Who when she had long time in vaine complain'd And lookt for helpe from her new friend in vaine Was to the sacred Altars led with solemne pompe A wofull sacrifice Where at those seete Which had pursued her long time in vaine At her betrayed Louers feete she bends Her rtembling knees attending cruell death Amintas stretcheth out the holy sword Seeming to breath from his inflamed lippes Rage and reuenge turning to her his face Speakes with a sigh the messenger of death Lucrina for thy further paines behold What Louer thou hast left and what pursude Iudge by this blow And with that very word Striketh the blade into his wofull brest Falling a sacrifice vpon the sacrifice At such a straunge and cruell spectacle The Nymphe amazed stand twixt life and death Scarce yet assur'd whether she wounded were With griefe or with the sword At last assoone As she recouered had her spright and speech She plaining saies O faithfull valiant loue O too late knowne that by thy death hast giu'n Me life and death at once If t' were a fault To leaue thee so behold I 'le mend it now Eternally vniting both our soules And therewithall she takes the sword all warme With the blood of her too late loued friend And strikes it through her hart falling vpon Amintas that was scarcely dead as yet And felt perchance that fall Such was their ende To such a wretched end did too much loue And too much trechery conduct them both Mi. O wretched Shepheard and yet fortunate That hadst so large and famous scope to showe Thy troth and waken liuely pittie of thy death Within anothers brest But what did follow Was Cinthia pleasd found they a remedie Er. Somewhat it slak't but yet not quite put out For after that a yeare was finished Her rage began a fresh so that of force They driuen were vnto the Oracle To aske new counsell but brought back againe An answere much more wofull then the first Which was to sacrifice them and each after yeare A maid or woman to our angry power Eu'n till the third and past the fourth degree So should ones blood for many satisfie Besides she did vpon th' vnhappie sexe Impose a wretched and a cruell lawe And if you marke their nature in obseruable A law recorded with vermilian blood What euer maid or woman broken had Their faith in loue and were contaminate If they should find none that would die for them They were condemn'd without remission To these our greeuous great calamities The fathers hop'd to finde a happie ende By this desired marriage day For afterward Hauing demaunded of the Oracle What end the heauens prescribed had our ill Answere was giu'n in such like words as these No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auncient fault of that false wight A faithfull Shepheards pittie make amends Now is there not in all Arcadia Other bowes left of that celestiall roote Saue Amarillis and this Siluio Th' one of Pans seed th' other of Hercules Nor to our mischiefe yet hath neuer hapt That male and female met at any time Till now Therefore good reason Montane hath To hope though all things sort not to the Oracle Yet here 's a good foundation laid the rest High fates haue in their bosomes bred And will bring forth at this great marriage day Mi. O poore Mirtillo wretched man So many cruell enemies such warres To worke my death cannot great Loue suffice But that the Fates their armes will exercise Er. This cruell loue Mirtillo feeds himselfe With teares and griefe but 's neuer satisfide I promise thee to set my wits a worke That the faire Nymphe shall heare thee speake Le ts goe These burning sighes do
of any loue Why speake I thus of loue why blame him thus Is he the cause that the whole world in loue Or rather loue-dissembling sinneth so Oh womans treacherie that is the cause That hath begotten loue this infamy How euer loue be in his nature good With them his goodnesse suddenly he leeseth They neuer suffer him to touch their hearts But in their faces onely build his bowre Their care their pompe and all their whole delight Is in the barke of a bepainted face T' is not in them now faith with faith to grace And to contend in loue with him that loues Into two breasts diuiding but one will Now all their labour is with burnish'd gold To die their haire and tye it vp in curles Therein to snare vnwary louers in O what a stinking thing it is to see them take A Pencill vp and paint their bloudlesse cheekes Hiding the faults of nature and of time Making the pale to blush the wrinkled plaine The blacke seeme white faults mending with farre worse Then with a paire of pincers do they pull Their eye-browes till they smart againe But this is nothing though it be too much For all their customes are alike to these What is it that they vse which is not counterfeit Ope they their mouthes they lie mooue they their eyes They counterfeit their lookes If so they sigh Their sighes dissembled are In summe each act Each looke each gesture is a verie lie Nor is this yet the worst T' is their delight Them to deceiue eu'n most that trust them most And loue them least that are most worthy loue True faith to hate worser then death it selfe These be the trickes that make loue so peruerse Then is the fault faithlesse Corisca thine Or rather mine that haue beleeu'd thee so How many troubles haue I for thy sake sustaind I now repent nay more I am ashamed Louers beleeue me women once ador'd Are worser then the griefly powers of hell Strait by their valure vaunt they that they are The same you by your folly fashion them Let go these baseâ— sighes praiers and plaints Fit weapons for women and children onely Once did I thinke that praiers plaints and sighes Might in a womans heart haue stirred vp The flames of loue but rush I was deceiu'd Then if thou wouldst thy mistresse conquer leaue These silly toyes and close thou vp all loue Do that which loue and nature teacheth thee For modestie is but the outward vertue of A womans face Wherefore to handle her with modestie Is a meere fault she though she vse it loues it not A tender-harted Louer shalt thou not Corisca euer find me more but like a man I will assaile and pierce thee through and through Twise haue I taken thee and twise againe Thou hast escap'd I know not how my hands But if thou com'st the third time in my reach I 'le fetter thee for running then away T'hart wont to passe these woods I like a hound Will hunt thee out Oh what a sweet reuenge I meane to take I meane to make thee proue What t' is vniustly to betray thy Loue. Exit Chorus Oh high and puissant law writ rather borne Within loues mightie brest Whose euer swet and louely louing force Towards that good which we vnseene suborne Our harts doth pull and wills doth wrest And eu'n natures selfe to it doth force Not onely our fraile corpce Whose sence scarce sees is borne and dies againe As daily houres waxe and waine But eu'n inward causes hidden seeds That moues and gouernes our eternall deeds If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties still And if within as farre as Sunne doth see To 'th mightie Moone and starres Titanian fame A liuing spright doth fill With his male â—alew this same vast degree If thence mans of spring bee The plants haue life and beasts both good and bad Whether the earth be clad With floures or nipt haue her ill-feathered wing It still comes from thine euersting spring Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortall wights From whence starres gentle now strait fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or mishaps attire From whence lifts frailest lights The houre of birth haue or of death the bound That which makes rise or else pullâ— downe In their disturbd affects all humane will And giuing seemes or taking still Fortune to whom the world would this were giuen All from thy soueraigne bountie is deriuen Oh word ineuitably true and sure If it thy meaning is Arcadia shall after so many woes Finde out new rest and peace new life procure If the fore-told on blisse Which the great Oracle did erst expose Of the faire fatall marriage rose Proceed from thee and in thy heau'nly minde Her fixed place doth finde If that same voice do not dissemble still Who hinders then the working of thy will See loues and pitties foe awayward swaine A proud and cruell youth That comes from heauen and yet with heau'n contends See then another Louer faithfull in vaine Battring a harts chast truth VVho with his flames perhaps thy will offends The lesse that he attends Pittie to 's plâ—ints reward to his desart More straungely flames in faith his hart Fatall this beautie is to him that it high prizeth Being destenied to him that it despizeth Thus in it selfe alas diuided stands This heauenly power And thus one fate another iustles still Yet neither conquered is neither commaunds False humane hopes that towre And plant a siege to th' Elementall hill Rebellious vnto heauens will Arming poore thoughts like giant fooles againe Louers and no Louers vine VVho would haue thought loue and disdaine blind things Should mount aboue the soueraigne starry wings But thou that standst aboue both starres fate And with thy wit diuine Great mouer of the skies dost them restraine Behold we thee beseech our doubtfull state VVith desteny combine And fathers louing zeale loue and disdaine Mixe flame and frozen vaine Let them that shund to loue now learne to loue Let not that other mone Ah let not others blindest folly thus Thy gently promisde pittie take from vs. But who doth know perhaps this same that seemes An vnauoydable mischieuous estate May proue right fortunate How fond a thing it is for mortall sight To search into the Eternall sunnes high light An end of the first Act. Act. 2. Scene 1. Ergasto. Mirtillo HOw I haue searcht alongst the riuers side About the meadowes fountains and the hils To find thee out which now I haue the gods be prais'd Mir. Ah that thy newes Ergasto may deserue This haste But bringst thou life or death Er. This though I had I would not giue it thee That do I hope to giue thee though I haue it not As yet But fie thou must not suffer griefe To ouerthrow thy sences thus Liue man and hope But to the purpose of my comming now Ormino hath a sister knowst her not A tall big wench a
shall broken bee So worse then death I hold inconstancie Co. O braue exploit Louer magnanimous Like an enraged beast or sencelesse rocke There cannot be a greater damned plague More mortall poyson to a soule in loue Then is this faith Vnhappie is that heart That let it selfe be guld with vaine fantasâ—nes Of this erronious and vnseasonable Disturber of these amorous delights Tell me poore man with this thy foolish vertue of constancie What lou'st thou in her that doth thee despise Lou'st thou the beautie that is none of thine The ioy thou hast not the pittie thou wantst The reward thou dost not hope for if thou deem'st right Thou lou'st thine ill thy grief thy very death Th' art mad to hunt thus that thou canst not haue Lift vp thy selfe Mirtillo happily thou wantst â—ome choise of friends thou finds none to thy mind Mir. More deare to me is paine for Amarillis Then any ioy a thousand else can giue If me my fates forbid her to enioy For me then die all other kinds of ioy I fortunate in any other kinde of loue No though I would I could not Nor though I could I would not And if I thought in any time henceforth My will would wish or power obtaine the same I would desire of heau'n and loue at once Both will and power might quite be ta'ne away Co. Wilt thou then die for her that thee disdaines Mir. Who pitie not expects doth feare no paines Co. Do not deceiue thy selfe perhaps thou think'st Shee doth dissemble in this deepe despight And that she loues thee well for all this showe Oh that thou knewst what vnto me shee euer sayes Mir. All these are trophees of my truest faith With which I will triumph ouer her cruell will Ouer my paines and my distressed chance Ouer worlds fortune and ouer death it selfe Co. What would he do did he but know her loue How I bewaile thee wretched phrensie man Tell me didst thou e're any loue besides Mir. She was my first and she my last shall be Co. For ought that I can see you neuer try'd Loue but in cruell moodes but in disdaine Oh if you had but prou'd him one time kind Proue him but so you shal see how sweet a thing It is t' enioy a gratefull Nymph sheel 'e you adore Shee 'le make your Amarillis bitter to your taste How deare a thing it is wholy to haue What you desire and be nought bard thereof Here your Nymph sigh to coole your scalding sighs And after say my deere all that you see is yours If I be faire I am onely faire for you Onely for you I cherish these my cheekes My lockes my brest your deare hearts onely lodge But this alasâ—e is but a brooke to that Great Sea of sweets which we in loue might taste Which none can vtter saue by proofe Mir. Thousand times blest that vnder such a star is borne Co. Here me Mirtillo how like I was t' haue said My heart a Nymph as gentle as the winde Doth blow vpon with haire of glistering gold As worthy of your loue as you of hers Praise of these woods loue of a thousand hearts By worthy youthes in vaine sollicited You onely loues more then her heart her life If you be wise do not dispise her then She like a shadow to thy selfe will be A faithfull follower of thy footsteps euer One at thy word obedient at thy becke All houres of day and night at thy commaund Do not forsake this rare aduenture then No pleasure in this earth so sweet as this It will not cost a teare no not a sigh A ioy accommodated to thy will A sweetnesse temp'red sweetly to thy taste Is 't not a treasure worth the hauing man Leaue then the feet of flying hopelesse trace And her that followes thee scorne not t' embrace I feed you not with hopes of vanitie If you desire to see her you shall see her straight Mir. My hart 's no subiect for these loues delights Co. Proue it but once and then returne againe Vnto thy sollitary griefe so may'st thou see What are those ioyes that in loues pleasures bee Mir. A taste corrupted pleasant things abhors Co. Be not you cruel yet to rob her life That on your eye depends you know what t' is To beg with pouertie if you desire Pitie your selfe do it not her denie Mir. What pitie can he giue that none can get In summe I am resolu'd whilst here I liue To keepe my faith to her how ere she proue Cruell or pitifull or how she will Co. Oh truly blind vnhappie sencelesse man To whom preseru'st thou faith trust me I am loth T' augment thy griefe but for the loue I beare thee I cannot choose Thinkst Amarillis is vnkind For zeale she to religion beares Or vnto chastitie Thou art a foole The roome is occupied and thou must weepe Whilst others laugh What now th' art dumbe Mir. Now stands my life in midst twixt life and death Whilst I in doubt do stand if to beleeue Or not beleeue this makes me so amaz'd Co. You 'le not beleeue me then Mir. Oh if I do Straight shall you see my miserable end Co. Liue wretched man liue and reuenged bee Mir. Oh no it is not true it cannot bee Co. Well there 's no remedie I must rehearse That which will vexe thy heart Seest thou that caue That is the true custodian of her faith And her religion There thee to scorne she laughes There with thy torments doth she sauce the ioyes Of thy thrise happie riuall There to be plaine Thy faithfull Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the armes of a base shepheard slaue Go sigh preserue thy faith there 's thy reward Mir. Dost thou tell true Corisca may I beleeue thee Co. The more thou seek'st the worse thou findest still Mir. But hast thou seene this thing Corisca Co. I haue not seen 't yet may'st thou if thou wilt For euen this day is order ta'ne this houre That they may meete Hide thee but somewhere here And thou shalt see her first go in then he Mir. Then comes my death Co. See where she comes Softly descending by the Temples way Seest thou her Do not her stealing feete bewray her stealing heart Attend thou here and thou shalt see th' effect Mir. Since I am here the truth I now will see Till then my life and death suspended bee Sce. 7. Amarillis LEt neuer mortall enterprise be ta'ne in hand Without this heauenly counsell halfe confusde And doubtfull was my heart when I went hence Vnto the Temple whence thankes be to heauen I do well comforted and well dispos'd returne Me thought to my pure prayers and deuout I felt a spright celestiall mooue within me Hartning my thoughts that as it were did say What fear'st thou Amarillis be assurd So will I goe assur'd heau'ns be my guide Fauour faire Mother of loue her pure desseignes That on thy succour onely doth depend Queene of the triple skie if
much harme as feare thereof Thou sooner dead thy paine is sooner past Am. Some helpe may come deare father father now Dost thou leaue me now leaue thine onely child VVilt thou not helpe me yet before I die Do not deny me yet thy latest kisse One blade shall wound both brestes and out of mine Thy blood must streame Oh father Oh sweete name Sometime so deare which I ne're calld in vaine Make you your onely daughters marriage thus A morninges Briâ—e an euening Srcâ—â—fize Ni. Nimph. Do not thus torment thy selfe and me T' is time I lead you to the Temple now My duetie t' is I may not slacke it so Am. Deare Woods farewell my dearest Woods farewell Receiue my latest sighes vntill my soule By cruell wound from this my body free Returne to seeke your loued shadowes out For Innocentes can not be doom'd to hell Nor mongst the blessed can despayrers dwell O Mirtillo wretched was that day That first I saw thee and thy sight did please Since I my 〈◊〉 must leaue more neare to thee Then thine which prooues the occasion 〈◊〉 my death VVilt thou beleeue that she is doom'd to death For thee that cruell euer was to thee To keepe me innocent For mee too bold For thee too little dating 〈◊〉 my will â—ow euer t' was I faultles die fruitles and without thee My deare I die my deare Mirt. Ni. Surely shee Is dead and in Mirtilloes loued 〈◊〉 her life Hath finished her loue and griefe the blade Preuented hath come helpe to hold her vp Shee lyueth yet I feele her hart doth throb Carry her to the Fountaine here hard by Fresh water may restore her stonied sprights But were it not a deed of pittie now To let her die of griefe and shun the blade No let vs rather succour now her life Wee do not know what heau'ns will do with her SCE. 6. Chorus of Huntsmen Chor. of Shepheardes with Siluio Chor. Hunt O Glorious child of great Alciâ—es race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child who 〈◊〉 Boore Hast ouerthrowne vnconquerable thought Behold his head that seemes to breath out death This is the 〈◊〉 of our Demi-God Helpe Shepheardes helpe to celebrate his name And with solemnitie his deedes to grace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child by whom the fertile plaines Depriu'd of till age haue their good regainâ— Now may the Plough-man goe securelie and Sow both his Seede and reape his Haruest in These ougly teeth can now no more them chace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That monsters 〈◊〉 and wild Beastes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child how thou dost couple still Pittie with fortitude 〈◊〉 behold Thy humble Siluiâ—â— vow behold this head That here and here in thy despight is armd With white and crooked tuskes enuying thy hornes Thou puissant Goddesse since thou didst direct His shaft the price of his great victorie Is due to thee hee famous by thy grace Cho. Hun O glorious child of great Alcides race That monster kilst and wild Beastes dost deface SCE. 7. Coridon VNtill this time I nener durst beleeue That which the Satyre of Corisea said Imagining his tale had been but fordg'd Maliciously to worke me iniurie Far from the tâ—oth it seemd to mee that place VVhere she appoynted I with her should meete If that be true which was on her behalfe Deliuered me by young Lisetta late Should be the place to take th'Adultâ— ouâ— in But see a signe that may confirme the same Eu'n as he told mee so it is in deed Oh what a Stone is this which shuts vp thus The huge mouth of this Caue Oh Corisea All in good time I haue found out your guiles Which after so long vse at last returne VVith damage to your selfe So manie lies So many trecheries must needes presage Some mortall disaduenture at the least To him that was not madd or blinde with loue T' was good for meeâ— stayde away so long Great fortune that my father me detain'd So with a tedious stay as then me thought Had I kept time but as Lisetta bad Surely some strange aduenture had I had What shall I doe shall I attir'd with spleene Sâ—eke with outragious furie for reuenge Fâ—â—no I honour her too much so bee The case with reason waighd it rather would Haue pittie and compassion then reuenge And shall I pittie her that me betrayes Shee rather doth betray her selfe that thus Abandons mee whose fayth to her was pure And giue her selfe in pray To a poore Shepheard straunger vagaband That shall to morrow be more perfidous then shee Should I according to the Satyres counsell her accuse Of the fayth broken which to mee shee swore Then must shee die My hart 's not halfe so base Let her then liue for mee or to say better Let her die vnto mee and liue vnto others Liue to her shame liue to her infamie Since she is such she neuer can in me Kindle one sparke of fearefull iealowsie SCE. 8. Siluio O Goddesse that no Goddesse art but of An idle people blinde and vaine who with Impurest mindes and fond Religion Hallowes the Aulters and great Temples too VVhat sayd I Temples wicked Theaters Oâ— beastly deedes to colour their dishonest actes With titles of thy famous Deitie Because thy shames in others shames made lesse Let lose the raines of their lasciuiousnesse Thou foe to Reason plotter of mildeedes Corrupter to our soules calamitie To the whole worlde thou daughter of the Sea And of that treacherous monster rightly borne That with the breath of hope dost first intice These humane brestes but afterward dost mooue A thousand stormes of sighes of teares of plaintes Thou mayst be better calld Mother of tempestes and Oâ— rage then Mother of Loue. To what a miserie hast thou throwne downe Those wretched Louers now mayst thou vaunt thy selfe To be omnipotent if thou canst saue That poore Nimphs life whom with thy snares thou hast Conducted to this miserable death O happy day I hallowd my chast minde To thee my onely Goddesse Cinthia Such power on earth to soules of better sort As thou art light in heau'n aboue the Starres Much better are those studious practises Then those which Venus vnchast seruantes vse Thy seruantes kill both Beares and ougly Boores Her seruantes are of Beares and Boores still slaine Oh Bowe and matchles Shaftes my power and my delight Vaine fantastiue Loue come prooue thyne armes â—sseminate with mine but fie too much I honour thee poore weake and wreckling child And for thou shalt me heare I 'le speake aloud A rod to chastise thee will be inough ynough VVhat art thou Lâ—â—ho that so soundes againe Or rather Loue that answerest loudly so y so I could haue wisht no better match but tell Me then Art thou by heauen hee eauen hee The sonne of her that for Aaenis did So miserably burne
content When I remember how farre hence I left My house and little houshold off well may I rest My limbes but well I wot my hart will mone Nor saue thy selfe could any thing haue drawne Me from Elidis now yet I know not What cause hath made you trauaile to this place Car. Thou knowst my deare Mirtillo whom the heauens Haue giu'n me for my Sonne came hither sicke Heere to get health according to the Oracle Which sayd onely Arcadia could restore it him Two monthes he hath been heere and I not able to Abide that stay went to the Oracle To know of his returne which answered thus Returne thou to thy Countrey where thou shalt Liue merrily with thy Mirtillo deare Heauens haue determined great thinges of him Nor shalt thou laugh but in Arcadia Thou then my deare companion merrie bee Thou hast a share in all my good nor will Carino smile if my Vranio grieue Vra All labours that I for Caâ—ino take Haue their reward but for to short the way I pray you tell what made you trauaile first Car. A youthfull loue I vnto Musicke bore And greedinesse of forraine fame disdayning that Arcadia onely should me prayse made me Seeke out Eliâ—â— and Pisa famoue so Where I saw glorious Aegen crowned with Bayes With Purple next to Vertue euermore So that he Phâ—bus seem'd when I deuout Vnto his powre did consecrate my Lute Then left I Pisa and to Mâ—cenâ— went And afterwardes to Argos where I was At first adored like a God but twilbe too Too troublesome to tell the storie of my life I many fortunes tride sometime disdaind Sometime respected like a power deuine Now rich then poore now downe then vp aloft But in the change of place my fortunes neuer changd I learnd to know and sigh my former libertie And leauing Argos I returned to My homely Bowre I in Elidis had Where Gods be prays'd I did Mirtillo buy Who since hath comforted all mine annoyes Vr Thrise happie they who can conteine their thoughts And not through vaine and most immoderate hope 〈◊〉 the sweete tasted fruite of moderate good Ca Who would haue thought t' haue waxed poore in gold I thought t' haue found in royall Paliaces People of more humanitie then heere Which is the noble ornament of worthy sprightes But I Vrâ—â—io found the contrarie People in name and wordes right curtuous But in good deedes most â—â—arse and Pitties foes People in face gentle and pleasant still But fiercer then th'outrâ—gious swelling Sea People with countenaunce all of charitie But throughly Couetous and fraught with Enuie The greater showes they make the lesse troth they meane That which is vertue otherwhere is there but vice Vprightest deedes true loue pittie sinceere 〈…〉 fayth of hand and hart A hie most innocent these they esteeme But cowards still and men of sillie wittes Follies and vanities that are rediculous Coosonage lying theft and rapine clad In holinesse by others downefalles and their losse Rich still to grow to builde their reputation On others infamie to lay fiue snares To trap the innocent these are the vertues of that place No merrit worth reuerence of age Of law or of degree no raines of shame Respect of loue or blood nor memorie Of any good receiued and to conclude nothing so reuerend pure or iust can be That seemes forbidden to these gulfes of pride Of honour so ambitious so couetous Of getting still Now I that alwayes liu'd Vnwarie of their snares and in my forehead had All my thoughts written my hart discouered You well may iudge I was an open marke To the suspicious shaftes of enuious folkes Vr What can be happie in that caytiue land Where Enuie euer Vertue doth commaund Ca. If since I trauailed my Muse had had As good a cause to laugh as t 'had to weepe Perhaps my stile would haue been fit t' haue sung The armes and honours of my noble Lord So that he needed not to haue enuyed The braue Meonian trumpet of Achilles fame I might haue made my Countries browe been girt With happie Laurell too But too inhumane is this age And too vnhappie guiâ—t of Poetrie The Swans desire a quiet nest a gentle ayre Pernassuâ— neuer knew this byting care Who quarrels with his fate and fortuue still His voyce must needes be hoarse his song but ill But now t' is time to seeke Mirtillo out Oh how this Countrey 's chaungd I scarcely know 't But Straungers neuer want a guide that haue a tongue We will enquire to the next harbour house Where thou thy wearie limmes mayst well repose SCE. 2. Titirus Nuntio WHich plaine I first my child of thee thy life Or honestie I le plaine thine honestie Because thy fire though mortall honest was And in thy steed my life I 'le plaine and spend Of thy life and thine honestie to see an end O Montane onely thou with thy deuices And ill-â—und Oracles and with thy loue And proud despiser of my daughter to this end Hast brought my child Oh doubtfull Oracles How vaine you bee and honestie gainst loue In youthfull hartes a weake defence doth proue A woman whom no match hath euer sought Is euill guarded from this common thought Nun. If dead he be not or that through the ayre No windes haue carried him him might I finde But see him now when least I thought I should O late for mee for thee too quickly found Except the newes were better that I bring Ti. Bringes thou the weapon that hath slaine my child Nun. Not this but lesse But how heard you this newes Ti. Why liues she then Nun. Shee liues and may do still For in her choyce it is to liue or die Ti. Oh blest be thou that liftes me vp from death But how is she vnsafe since at her choyce it is To liue or die Nun. Because she will not liue Ti. Shee will not liue What madnesse makes her thust Nun. Anothers death and if thou dost not moue her Shee is so bent as others send in vaine Their praying wordes Ti. Why stay we let vs goe Nun. What soft and faire the Temples gates are shut And know you not how it vnlawfull is For any one saue sacerdotall foote To touch the sacred ground vntill such time The Sacrifize vnto the Aulters come Adorned with the Sanctuarie rites Ti. How if shee'ffect her purpose in the while Nun. Shee cannot for shee 's kept Ti. in meane time Then tell truely how all this is come to passe Nun. Thy mournefull child now come before the Priest With lookes of feare and griefe that teares brought foorth Not onely from vs by but by my troth Eu'n from the pillors of the Temples selfe And hardest stones that seemd to feele the same Was in a trice accus'd conuic't condemn'd Ti. O wretched child and why was she condemn'd Nun. Because the groundes of her defence were small Besides a certaine Nimph whom she did call In testimonie of her innocence Was absent now and none
her with her faithfull friend Come from the Temple where they plighted haue Their marriage troth and so go to Montanus hâ—use To reape sweet fruit of their long amorous toiles O hadst thou seene Corisca the huge ioy The mightie noyse of ioy full voyces and Th' innumerable troupes of men and women Thou should'st haue seene old young sacred and prophane But litle lesse then mad or drunke with 〈◊〉 With wonder who ranne not to see the Louers Each reuerence to each them embraced there Some prais'd their pitie some their constancie Some prais'd the gifts that Ioue and some that nature gaue The hills the dales the meadowes did resound The glorious name of faithfull Shepheard From a poore Shepheard to become so soone A Demy-god and in a moment passe From life to death the neighbour obsequies To chaunge for vnexpected and dispaired nuptialls This is some what Corisca but not halfe Her to enioy for whom he sought to die Her that disdaind to liue if he had dy'de This is fortune this is such a sweet As thought preuents and yet thou art not glad Is not thy Amarillis then as deare to thee As my Mirtillo is to mee Co. Yes yes Argasto see how glad I am Er. O hadst thou seene but Amarillis when She gaue Mirtill her hand for pledge and tooke His hand againe thou easily hadst perceiu'd A sweet but vnseene kisse I could not say Whether she tooke it or she gaue it him Her cheekes would haue the purest colour stain'd Purple or Roses Art or nature brings How modestie was arm'd in daintie shield Of sanguine beautie with force of that stroke Vnto the strikor turned whilst she all nice Seemed as though she fled but to recouer force Shee might more sweetly encounter that same blow Leauing it doubtfull if this kisse were giuen or ta'ne With such a wondrous Art it graunted was This taken sweet was like an action mixt With rapine and with yeelding both at once Aâ—o so courteous that it seem'd to craue The very thing that it denying gaue Such a retrait and such a speedlesse flight As mend the pace of the pursuer might O sweetest kisse I cannot stay Corisca I goe directly I to finde a wife For mongst the ioyes there is no pleasure sure If gentlâ— loue do not the same procure Co. If he say true then thou Corisca hast lost all Sce. 9. Chorus of Shephear is Corisca Amarillis Mirtillo CHo Sh. Come holy Himeneus come this euen According to our vowes and to our songs 〈◊〉 thou these Louers 〈…〉 〈…〉 one 〈…〉 of heauen Knit thou the 〈…〉 Co. Ah me it is too true this is the fruite Thou from thy store of vanities must reape O thoughts o my desires no lesse vniust Then false and vaine Thus of an innocent I sought the death to haue my beastly wilâ— So bloudie cruell was I then so blinde Who opens now mine eyeâ— Ah wretch I see My fault most â—oule that seem'd felicitie Cho. Sh. Come holy Himeneus c. See faithfull Shepheard after all thy teares All thy distresses whither thou art come Is not this shee from thee was ta'ne away By lawe of heauen and earth by cruell fate By her chaste will and by thy poore estate By her faith giuen another man and by her death Behold Mirtillo now shee 's onely thine This face these eyes this breast these daintie hands All that thou seest hear'st and feel'st so often sought In vaine by thee are now rewards become Of thine vndaunted faith yet thou art dombe Mir. How can I speak I scarce know if I breathe Nor what I see I scarce beleeue I see Let Amarillis you that pleasure giue In her alone my soules affections liue Cho. Sh. Come holy Himeneus c. Cor. What do ye now with me trecherous toies Vilde frenzies of the body spots of the soule You long inough haue me betrayed here Go get you to the earth for earth you are You weare th' armes erst of lasciuious loue Trophes of chastitie now may you proue Cho. Sh. Come holy Hymeneus c. Co. Why trisâ—est thou Coriscaâ— now 's fit time 〈…〉 impetrate â—ear'st thou thy paine Beheld thy paine cannot be greater then thy fault 〈…〉 and blessed couple of the skies And earth bâ—lou'd since to your glorious fate This day hath meâ—kely bow'd all earthly force 〈◊〉 reason she do bow that gainst the same 〈◊〉 set a worke aâ—l of her earthly force Now 〈◊〉 I will not denie 〈…〉 the same which you desir'd But you enioy it for you worthy were You do enioy the loyalst man aliue And you Mirtillo do enioy the chastest Nymph 〈…〉 the world hath bred Beleeue you me For 〈◊〉 whetstone was vnto your 〈◊〉 And to her chastitie But courteous Nymph before Your anger do discend on me behold Your 〈◊〉 face there shall you finde the force Both of my fault and of your pardon too For in the vertue of such worthinesse You cannot chooâ—â— but cause of pardon finde Besideâ— you 〈…〉 the selfeâ—ame fire That did inflame vnfortunate desire Ama. I do not onely pardon thee 〈…〉 I count thee 〈◊〉 the effect beholding not the cause For fire and sword although they wounds do bring Yet those once heâ—ld to vs to whole 〈◊〉 deare Howsoeuer now thou prou'st or fâ—iend or foe I am well 〈◊〉 the Destinies did make Thee the good instrument of my content Happie 〈…〉 And if you please 〈◊〉 with vs to be Come then and take part of our ioyes with vs. Co. I haue 〈…〉 pardon me And that 〈…〉 Mir. And I Corisca pardon all thy harmes Saue this delaying of my sweet content Co. You and your mirth I to the Gods commend Cho. Sh. Come holy Himeneus c. Sce. 10. Mirtillo Amarillis Chorus of Shepheard MIr. I am so tyed to paine that in the midst Of all my ioyes I needs must languish still Is 't not inough this ceremonious pompe Doth hold vs thus but that Corisca must Come in to hinder vs Ama. Th' art too quick my deare Mir. O my sweet treasure I am not secure Yet do I quake for feare of leâ—sing thee This seemes a dreame and still I am afraid My sleep should breake and thou my soule shouldst flye away In better proofe my sences would I sleepe That this sweet sight is not a dreaming sleepe Cho. Sh. Come holy Himeneus come this euen According to our vowes and to our songs Dresse thou these Louers as them best belongs Both t'one and t'other of the seed of heauen Knit thou the fatall knot this blessed eauen Chorus O Happie two That plants haue sow'd and reaped smyles In many bitter grieuous foyles Haue you imbellist your desires Henceforth prepare your amorous fires And bolden vp your tender sprights Vnto your true sincere delights You cannot haue a sounder ioy There is no ill can you annoy This is true ioy true pleasure and true mirth T'which vertue got in patience giueth birth FINIS
thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure Elisa treachours where are you become Let me alone Mir. Behold I let you go Ama. This is Coriscaes craft well keep you that Which you haue not deseru'd Mir. Why flie you hence Cruell behold my death behold this dart Shall pierce my woful brest Am. What wil you do Mir. That which perhaps grieues you most cruell Nimph. That any else beside your selfe should do Am. Oh me me thinkes I am halfe dead Mir. But if this worke belong alone to you Behold my brest here take this fatall dart Ama. Death you haue merited But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume Mi. My loue Ama. Loue is no cause of any villain-act Mi. Loue trust me t' was in me I made me respectiue And since you first laid hold on me lesse cause You haue to call my action villanie Yea eu'n when I by so commodious meanes Might be made bold to vse the lawes of loue Yet did I quake a Louer to be found Ama. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray Mir. My much more loue makes me more blind then you Ama. Prayers and fine conceits not snares and thefts Discreetest Louers vse Mir. Assauadge beast With hunger hunted from the woods breakes forth And doth assaile the straunger on his way So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue since that sweet foode me haue forbad Either your crueltie or else my fate A starued Louer issuing from those woods Where I haue suffered long and wretched fast Haue for my health assaid this stratage me Which loues necessitie vpon me thrust Now blame not me Nimph cruell blame your selfe For praiers and conceits true loues discretion As you them call you not attend from me You haue bereau'd with shunning me the meanes To loue discreetly Ama. Discreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you so In vaine you know you do pursue me still What is 't you seeke of me Mir. Onely one time Daine but to heare me ere I wretched die Ama. T 's well for you the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had now get you hence Mir. Ah Nimph that which I haue already said Is but a drop of that huge ample sea Of my complaints if not for pittie sake Yet for your pleasure now heare cruell but The latest accents of a dying voice Ama. To ease your mind and me this cumber rid I graunt to heare you but with this condition Speake small part soone and neuer turne againe Mir. In too too small a bundle cruell Nimphe You do ccommaund me binde my huge desires Which measure but by thought nought could containe That I you loue and loue more then life If you deny to know aske but these woods And they will tell and tell you with them will Their beasts their trees stones of these great rocks Which I so oft haue tender made to melt At found of my complaints But what make I Such proofe of loue where such rare beautie is See but how many beauteous things the skies containe How many dresse the earth in braue attire Thence shall you see the force of my desire For as the waters fall the fire doth rise The ayre doth flâ—e the earth lies firmly still And all these same the skies do compasse round Eu'n so to you as to their chiefest good My soule doth flie and my poore thoughts do run With all affection to your louely beauties He that from their deare obiect would them turne Might fast turne from their viuall course the skie The earth the ayre the water and the fire And quite remooue the earth from oft his seate But why commaund you me to speake but small Small shall I tell it I but tell you shall That I must die and lesse shall dying doo If I but see what is my turne too Ay me what shall I do which may out-last My miserable loue When I am dead Yet cruell soule haue pitie on my paines Ah faire ah deare I sometime so sweete a cause Why I did liue whilst my good fates were pleasd Turne hitherward those starry lights of loue Let me them see once meeke and full of pitie Before I die So may my death be sweet As they haue bene good guide vnto my life So let them be vnto my death and that Sweet loâ—ke which first begat my loue beget My death 〈◊〉 my loues Hesperus become The 〈◊〉 starâ—e of my decaying day But you obdurate neuer 〈…〉 Whilâ—â— I more humble you more haughtie are And can you heare me and not speake a word Whom do I speake too wretch a marble stone If you will say nought else yet bid me die And you shal see what force your words will haue Ah wicked loue this is a miserie extreame A Nymph so cruell so desirous of my death Because I aske it as a fauour scornes to giue it Arming her cruell voyce in silence so Least it might fauour mine exceeding wo. Ama. If I as well to answere as to heare You pronus'd had iust cause you might haue found To haue condemn'd my silence for vniust You call me cruell imagining perhaps By that reproofe more easily to drawe Me to the contrary No know Mirtillo I am no more delighted with the sound Of that desertlesse and disliked praise You to my beautie giue then discontent To heare you call me cruell and vniust I graunt this crueltie to any else a fault But to a louer vertue t 's and honestie Which in a woman you call crueltie But be it as you you 'd blame-worthy fault To be vnkinde to one that loues Tell me When was Amarillis cruell vnto you Perhaps when reason would not giue me leaue To vse this pitie yet how I it vs'd Your selfe can iudge when you from death I sau'd I meane when you among a noble sort of maides A lustfull Louer in a womans cloathes Banded your selfe and durst contaminate Their purest sports mingling mong kisses innocent Kisses lasciuious and impure which to remember I am asham'd But heauens my witnesse are I knew you not and after I you knew I scornd your deed and kept my soule vntoucht From your lasciuiousnesse not suffering at all The venome there to runne to my chaste heart You violated nothing saue th'out side Of these my lips A mouth kist but by force Spits out the kisse and kill the shame withall But tell me you what fruite had you receiu'd Of your rash theft had I discouered you Vnto those Nymphes The Thracian Orfeus had not bene So lamentably torne on Ebers bankes Of Bacchus dames as you had bene of them Had not you help 't her pittie whom you cruell call That pittie which was fit for me to giue I euer gaue For other t' is in vaine you either aske or hope If you me loue then loue mine honestie My safetie loue and loue my life withall Thou art too farre from that which thou desir'st The heauens forbid the earth contraries it Death
what great offence Haue I committed that I worthy am With my poore off-spring for to warre with heauen If I offended haue oh yet my sonne What hath he done you cannot pardon him O Iupiter the great disdainfull blast Would quickly suffocate my aged sence But if thy thunder bolts will not my weapons shall The dolorous example I le renew Of good Amyntas our beloued Priest My sonne amaz'd shall see his father slaine Ere I a father will go kill my sonne Die thou Montane t is onely sit for thee O powers I cannot say whether of heauen or hell That agitooke with griefe dispairefull mindes Behold your fury thus it pleaseth you I nought desire saue onely speedie death A poore desire my wretched life to end Some comfort seemes to my sad spright to send Ca. Wretched old man as greater flames do dimme The lesser lights euen so the sorrow I Do of thy griefe conceiue hath put out mine Thy case alone deserueth pittie now Act. 5. Sce. 6. Tireme Mon. Carino SOftly my sonne and set thy feet secure Thou must vphold me in this rugged way Thou art my bodies eye I am thy mindes And when thou com'st before the Priest there stay Mon. Is 't not the reuerend Tirenio which I see Who blind on earth yet seeth all in heauen Some great thing moues him thus these many years I sawe him not out of his holy Cell Ca. God grant he bring vs happie newes Mon. Father Tirenio what 's the newes with you You from the temple how comes this to passe Tire To you I come for news yet bring you news How oft blind eyes do aide the inward sight The whilst the minde vntraueld with wilde sights Withdrawes into it selfe and Linceus eyes Doth set a worke in sightlesse sences blinde We may not Montane passe so lightly ore The vnexpected things that heauenly mixture temps with humane Because the Gods do not conuerse on earth Nor partly hold with mortall men at all But all these workes so great so wonderfull Which the blind world to blinder chance ascribes Is nothing but ce'estiall counsell talke So speake th' eternall powers amongst themselues Whose voices though they touch not deafened eares Yet do they â—ound to hearts that vnderstand O foure ô six times happy he that vnderstands it well The good Nicander as thou didst command Stayes to conduct the holy sacrifice But I retaind him by an accident That 's newly falne the which I know not all Vnwonted and confus'd twixt hope and feare Dulleth my sence I cannot vnderstand and yet the lesse I comprehend the more I do conceiue Mon. That which you know not wretch I know too well But tell me can the Fates hide ought from thee That piercest to the deep'st of Destinies Tire If sonne the vse diuine of light propheticall Were natures gift and not the gift of heauen Then might'st thou see as well as I that Fates Secrets sometime denie our working mindes This onely t is that makes me come to thee That I might better be inform'd who t is That is discouered father to the youth That 's doom'd to die if I Nicander vnderstand Mon. That father you desire to know am I. Tire You father of our Goddesse sacrifice Mon. I am the wretched father of that wretched sonne Tire Of that same faithfull shepheard that to giue Life to an other giues himselfe to death Mon. His that by death giueth an other life Yet by that death kills him that gaue him life Tire And is this true Mon. Behold my witnesse here Ca. That which he saith is true Tire And who art thou Ca. I am Carino his father thought till now Ti. Is this the childe the floud so bare away Mon. The very same Ti. And for this then dost thou Montanus call thy selfe a wretched father O monstrous blindnesse of these earthly mindes In what a darke profound and mystie night Of errors be they drowned when thou O heauenly sonne Dost not enlighten them Montanus thou Art blinder in thy minde then I of eyes That dost not see thy selfe the happiest father And dearest to the gods that euer yet did child beget This was the secret which the Fates did hide This is that happy day with so much bloud So many teares we did expect This is the blâ—ssed end of our distresse O thou Montanus turne into thy selfe How is the famous Oracle forgot Printed i' the hearts of all Arcadâ—a No end there is for that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite The teares of ioyeâ— so satisfie my heart I cannot vtter it No end there iâ— No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auntient fault of that false wight A faithfull shepheards pitie make amends Tell me Montanus is not this thy sonne Heauens issue is not Amarillis so Who hath vnited them but onely loue Siluio by parents force espowsed was To Amarillis whom he hated still If thou the rest examine you shall plainly see The fatall voyce onely Mirtillo ment For since Amyntas chance where haue we seene Such faith in loue that might coequall this Who since Amyntas willing was to die For any Nymph onely Mirtill except This is that faithfull Shepheards pitie which deserues To cancell that same auncient error of Lucrine With this deed is the heauens ire appeaz'd Rather then with the sheading humane bloud Rendring vnto th' eternall iustice that Which female treacherie did take away Hence t' was no sooner he vnto the temple came There to renew his vow but straight did cease All those prodigious signes now did The holy Image sweat out bloud no more Nor shooke the ground nor any noise nor stinch Came from the Caue saue gracious harmony And odours O sweet mightie prouidence O heauenly Cods had I all words all hearts All to thy honour would I consecrate But to my power I le render you your due Behold vpon my knees ô heauenly powers I praise your name how much am I oblig'd That you haue let me liue vntill this day An hundred yeares I haue alreadie worne And neuer yet was life so sweet as now I but begun to to liue now am I borne againe Why leese I time with words that vnto deeds is due Helpe me vp sonne without thee can I not Vpraise these weake and feeble members sonne Mon. Tirenio hath wak't such ioy in me Vnited yet with such a myracle As I scarce feele I ioy nor can my soule Confounded shewe me high reteined mirth O gracious pitie of the highest Gods O fortunate Arcadia ô earth More happie then all earths beneath the sunne So deare's thy good I haue forgot mine owne And my beloued sonnes whom twise I lost And twise againe haue found these seeme a drop To the huge waues of thy great good ô dreame O blessed dreame celestiall vision rather Arcadia now thou waxest bright againe Ti. Why stay we Montane now heauens not expect A sacrifice of rage but
thankes and loue In stead of death our Goddesse now commaunds Of marriage knot a sweet solemnitie But say how farre 's to night Mon. Not past one houre Ti. Then to the Temple turne where let thy sonne Espowsed be to Amarillis straight whom he may leade Vnto his fathers house before the sunne be set So heauens commaund Come gow Montanus gow Mon. Take heed Tiremo we do not violate Our holy law can she her faith now giue Vnto Mirtillo which she Siluâ—o gaue Ca. And vnto Siluio may she giue her faith So said thy seruant was Mirtillo call'd Though I more lik'd Mirtillo him to name Mon. That 's very true I did reuiue his name In this my younger sonne Ti. That doubt's well clear'd now let vs goe Mon. Carino go with vs this day Mirtillo hath Two fathers found Montane a sonne and thou a brother Ca. In loue Mirtilloes father and your brother In reuerence a seruant to you both And since you are so kinde to me I pray you then Bid my companion welcome for my sake Mon. Most welcome both Ca. Eternall heauenly powers How diuerse are your high vntroden waies By which your fauours do on vs descend From those same crook't deceitfull pathes whereby Our thoughts would fame mount vp into the sky Sce. 7. Corisca Linco LInco belike the spightfull Silâ—io When least he ment a Louer is become But what became of her Lin. We carried her To Siluioes house whose mother her embrac't With teares of ioy or griefe I know not whether Glad that her sonne is waxt a louing spowse But sory for the Nymphs mishap and that She is a stepdame euill furnished Of two daughters in law playning one dead An other wounded Co. Is Amarillis dead Lin. She must die straight for so doth fame report For this I goe to comfort old Montanus Who lâ—esing one sonnes wife hath found an other Co. Then doth Dorinda liue Lin Liue. I t' were well Thou wert so well Co. Her wound not mortall was Lin. Had she bene dead yet Siluioes cunning would Haue her 〈◊〉 Co. What Art her heal'd so soone Lin. From top to toe I le tell the wondrous cure About the wounded Nymph stood men and women Each with a ready hand but trembling heart But faire Dorinda would not any should Saue Siluio touch her saying that the hand Which was her hurt should be her remedie Siluio his mother and I stay'd there alone Working with counsell too one with his hand Siluio when gently he had wip'd away The bloudie streames that stain'd her Iuory flesh Assayes to draw the shaft out of the wound But the vilde steale yeelding vnto his hand Left hidden in the wound the harmfull head Hence came the griefe for t' was impossible With cunning hand or daintie instrument Or other meanes to draw it out from thence Opening the wound perhaps with wider wound He might haue found the steele with other steele So mought he do or so he must haue done But too too pitious and too louing now Was Siluioes hand for such like cruell pitie By such hard meanes loue neuer healeth wounds Although it seem'd to her that paine it selfe Was pleasant now betweene her Siluioes hands He not amaz'd sayes thus this head shall out And with lesse paine then any will beleeue I put it there and though I be not able straight To take it out yet with the vse of hunting I will restore the losse I haue by hunting I do remember now an hearbe that is well knowne Vnto the sauadge Goate when he is wounded With some Huntsmans shaft this they to vs Nature to them bewray'd and t' is hard by All suddenly he parts vnto a neighbour hill And there a bundle gathers straight to vs He comes and out he drawes the iuyce thereof And mingles it with veruine seed and roote Of Centaures bloud making a playster soft Which on the wound he laies vertue myraculous The pain straight ceas'd the bloud was quickly staid The steele straightway without or toile or paine The workmans hand obeying issues out And now her strength returnes to her againe As though she had not suffered wound at all Nor was it mortall for it had vntoucht Both left the bones and bellies outward runne And onely pieâ—st into the musclouse slanke Co. Great vertue of an hearb but much more great For fortune of a woman hast thou tolde Lin. That which betweene them past when this was done Is better to be gesl'd at then be told Dorinda sure is well and with her side Can serue her selfe to any vse she likes Thou think'st she hath endur'd more wounds by this But as the piercing weapons diuers are So are the wounds of some the griefe is sharpe Of some t' is sweet one healing waxeth sound The lesse an other heales the sounder t' is In hunting he to shoote such pleasure found That now he loues he cannot choose but wound Co. Still thou wilt be that amorous Linco Lin. In mind but not in force my deare Corisca Greene bloomes dâ—sire within this aged tronke Co. Now Amarillis hath resign'd her life I will go see what deare Mirtillo doth Sce. 8. Ergasto Corisca ERg. O day of wonders day all loue all grace All ioy ô happie land ô heauens benigne Co. See where Ergasto is he comes in time Er. Now all things ioyfull are the earth the ayre The skies the fire the world and all things laugh Our ioyes haue pierc't the lowest hell nor is There any place that not partakes our blisse Co. How iocond is this man Er. O happy woods That often sigh'd and wept out wofull case Enioy our ioyes and vse as many tongues As leaues that leape at sound of these sweet windes Which â—â—â—l'd with our reioycings calmely smile Sing they the sweet aduentures of these friends Co. He speakes of Siluio and Dorinda sure Well we must liue teares are no sooner ebb'd But straight the floud of ioy comes hussing in Or Amarillis not a word he speakes Onely takes care to ioy with them that ioy Why t is well done for else this humane life Would still be full of sighes whither away Ergasto go'st so pleasantly vnto some marriage Er. Euen so but hast thou heard the happy chance Of the two fortunate Louers is 't not rare Corisca Co. To my contentment euen now I heard it all Of Linco and t'doth somewhat mittigate The griefe I for my Amarillis feele Er. Why Amarillis Of whom think'st thou I speak Co. Of Siluio and Dorinda man Er. What Siluio what Dorinda thou know'st nought My ioy growes from a higher nobler roote I Amarillis and Mirtillo sing The best contented subiects of loues ring Co. Why is not Amarillis dead Er. How dead I tell thee shee 's a bright and merrie Bâ—ide Co. Was she not then condemned vnto death She was condemn'd but soone releast againe Co. Telst thou me dreames or dreaming do I heare Er. Thine eies shall tell thee if thou 'lt stay a while Soone shalt thou see