O wretch t is so the Priest holdes him by th'ead And hast thou not vnhappy countrey yet After so many yeeres heauens rage appeasd Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Mon. Reuengefull Goddesse that for priuate fault Dost publicke punishment on vs inflict Whether it be thy onely will or els Eternall prouidence immutable commaund Since the infected blood of Lucrina false Might not thy burning iustice then appease Drinke now this innocent and voluntarie Sacrifize No lesser faythfull then Amintas was That at thy sacred Aulter in thy dire reuenge I kill Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Mon. Oh how I feele my hart waxe tender now Binding my senses with vnusuall maze So both my hart not dares my handes vnable are To lift this Axe Car. I le see this wretches face And then depart for pittie will not let me stay Mon. Perhaps against the Sunne my strength doth faile And t is a fault to sacrifize against the Sunne Turne thou thy dying face toward this hill So now t is well Car. O wretch what do I see My sonne Mirtillo Is not this my sonne Mon. So now I can Car. It is euen so Mon. Who lets my blow Car. What dost thou sacred Priest Mo. O man prophane Why hast thou held this holy Axe how darest Thou thy rash handes inpose vpon the same Car. O my Mirtillo how camst thou to this Nic. Goe dotard old and foolish insolent Car. I neuer thought t' haue thee imbraced thus Nic. Patch stand aside thou mayst not handle thinges Sacred vnto the Gods with handes impure Car. Deare to thee Gods am also I that by Their good direction hither came euen now Mo. Nâ—…er cease heare him and turne him hence Car. Then courteous Priest before thy sword doth light Vpon his necke Why dyes this wretched Boy I why the Goddesse thou ador'st beseech thee tell Mon. By such a heauenly power thou coniur'st mee That I were wicked if thee denied But what wil't profit thee Ca. More then thou think'st Mon. Because he for an other willing is to die Car. Dye for an other then I for him will dye For pittie then thy falling blow direct In stead of his vpon this wretched necke Mon. Thou dotest friend Ca. And will you me denie That which you graunt another man Mo. Thou art A Stranger man Ca. How if I were not so Mon. Nor could'st thou for he dyes but by exchange But tell me what art thou thy habite shewes Thou art a Stranger no Arcadian borne Ca. I an Arcadian am Mo. I not remember That I euer saw thee earst Car. Heere was I borne 〈…〉 and father of this wretch 〈◊〉 Art thou Mirtillâ—es father then thou com'st 〈◊〉 both for thy selfe and mee Stand now aside least with thy fathers teares Thou makest fruitlesse vaine our Sacrifize Car. If thou a father wert Mon. I am a father man A tender father of an onely sonne Yet were this same my Siluioes head my hand Should be as ready for 't as t' is for this For he this sacred habite shall vnworthy weare That to a publique good his priuate doth preferre Car. O let me kisse him yet before he dye Mo. Thou mayst not man Car. Art thou so cruell sonne Thou wilt not answere thy sad father once Mir. Good father hold your peace Mo. O wretched wee The holocaust contaminate ô Gods Mir. The life you gaue I cannot better giue Then for her sake who sole deserues to liue Mon. Oh thus I thought his fathers teares would make Him breake his scilence Mir. Wretch with errour haue I done the law of scilence quite I had forgot Mon. On Ministers why do we stay so long Carry him to the Temple backe to th'noly Cell There take againe his voluntary vow Then bring him backe and bring new Water too New Wine new Fire dispatch the sunne growes low Finis Scena 4. Acta 5. ACTA 5. SCE. 5. Montan. Carino Dametas Montan. BVt thanke thou heauens thou aged impudent Thou art his father if thou wert not well I sweare by this same sacred habite on my head I weare Thou shouldst soone taste how ill I brooke thy boldnes Why knowst thou who I am knowst thou that with This Rodd I rule affayres both humaine and diuine Car. I cry you mercie holy sacred Priest Mon. I suffered thee so long till thou grow'st insolent Knowest thou not Rage that Iustice 〈◊〉 vp The longer t' is delayde the greater t is Car. Tempestius â—urie neuer waigned rage In brestes magnanimus but that one blast Of Generous effect could coole the same But it I can not grace obtaine let mee Finde iustice yet you can not that denie Law makers be not freed from the Lawes I aske you iustice iustice graunt me then You are vniust if you Mirtillo kill Mon. Let me then know how I can be vniust Car. Did you not tell me it vnlawfull was To sacrifize a Strangers blood Mon. I told you so And told you that which heauens did commaund Car. He is a Stranger you would sacrifize Mon. A Stranger how is he not then thy sonne Car. Let it suffize and seeke no further now Mon. Perhappes because you not begot him heere Car. Oft he least knowes that most would vnderstand Mon. Heere we the kindred meane and not the place Car. I call him Stranger for I got him not Mon. Is he thy sonne and thou begots him not Car. He is my sonne though I begot him not Mon. Didst thou not say that he was borne of thee Car. I sayd he was my sonne not borne of mee Mon Extremitie of griefe hath made thee madd Car. If I were madd I should not feele my griefe Mon. Thou art ore-madd or els a lying man Car. A lying man will neuer tell the trueth Mon. How can it be sonne and not sonne at once Car. The sonne of loue and not of nature hee 's Mon. Is he thy sonne he is no Stranger then If not thou hast no part at all in him Father or not thus thou conuinced art Car. With words and not with trueth I am conuin'st Mâ—n His fayth is doubted that his wordes contraries Car Yet do I say thou dost a deed vniust Mon. On this my head and on my Siluioes head Let my iniustice fall Car. You will repent it Mon. You shall repent if you my duetie hinder Car. I call to witnesse men and Gods Mon. Gods you To witnesse call that you despised haue Car. Since you 'le not heare me heare me heauen and earth Mirtill a straunger is and not my sonne You do prophane your holy sacrifice Mon. Heauens aide me from this Bedlam man Who is his father since hee 's not your sonne Car. I cannot tell you I am sure not I. Mon. See how he wauers is he not of your bloud Car. Oh no. Mon. Why do you call
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