waile her now Thi. Long since Palaemon thinke you any length Of time can euer haue a powre to make A heart of flesh not mourne not grieue not pine That knows that feels that thinks as much as mine Pal. But Thirsis you know how her father meant To match her with Alexis and a day To celebrate the nuptials was prefixt Thi. True he had such a purpose but in vaine As oh it was best knowne vnto vs twaine And hence it grew that gaue vs both our feares That made our meeting stealth our parting teares Hence was it that with many a secret wile Wee rob'd our lookes th' onlookers to beguile This was the cause oh miserable cause That made her by her selfe to stray alone Which els God knowes she neuer shold haue done For had our libertie as open beene As was our loues Siluia had not beene seene Without her Thirsis neuer had we gone But hand in hand nor euer had mischance Tooke vs asunder shee had alwaies had My bodie interpos'd betwixt all harmes And her But ah we had our libertie Laid fast in prison when our loues were free Pa. But how knowst thou her loue was such to thee Thi. How do I know the Sun the day from night Pal. Womens affections doe like flashes proue They oft shew passion when they feele small loue Thir. Ah do not so prophane that precious sexe Which I must euer reuerence for her sake Who was the glorie of her kinde whose heart In all her actions so transparant was As I might see it cleere and wholly myne Alwayes obseruing truth in one right line How oft hath she bene vrg'd by fathers threats By friends perswasions and Alexis sighs And teares and prayers to admit his loue Yet neuer could be wonne how oft haue I Beheld the brauest heardsmen of these plaines As what braue heardsman was there in the plaines Of all Arcadia that had not his heart VVarm'd with her beames to seek to win her loue Ah I remember well and how can I But euer more remember well when first Our flame began when scarce we knew what was The flame we felt when as we sate and sigh'd And lookd'vpon each other and conceiu'd Not what we ayld yet something we did ayle And yet were well and yet we were not well And what was our disease we could not tell Then would we kisse then sigh then looke thus In that first garden of our simplenesse Wee spent our childhood but when yeeres began To reape the fruite of knowledge ah how then Wold she with grauer looks with sweet stern brow Check my presumption and my forwardnes Yet still would giue me flowers still would me shew What she would haue me yet not haue me know Pal. Alas with what poore Coyne are louers paid And taken with the smallest bayte is laid Thi. And when in sports with other company Of Nimphes and shepherds we haue met abroade How would she steale a looke and watch mine eye Which way it went and when at Barley breake It came vnto my turne to rescue her With what an earnest swift and nimble pace Would her affection make her feet to run And farther run then to my hand her race Had no stop but my bosome where to end And when we were to breake againe how late And loath her trēbling hand wold part with mine And with how slow a pace would shee set forth To meet th e'ncountring party who contends T' attaine her scarce affording him her fingers ends Pal. Fie Thirsis with what fond remembrances Doest thou these idle passions entertaine For shame leaue off to waste your youth in vaine And feede on shadowes make your choice anew You other Nimphes shall find no doubt will be As louely and as faire and sweete as she Thi. As faire and sweete as she Palaemon peace Ah what can pictures be vnto the life VVhat sweetnes can be found in Images VVhich all Nimphes els besides her seemes to me She onely was a reall creaturee shee VVhose memory must take vp all of mee Should I another loue then must I haue Another heart for this is full of her And euermore shall be here is shee drawne At length and whole and more this table is A storie and is all of her and all Wrought in the liueliest colours of my bloud And can there be a roome for others heere Should I disfigure such a peece and blot The perfectst workmanship loue euer wrought Palaemon no ah no it cost too deere It must remaine intire whilst life remaines The monument of her and of my paines Pal. Thou maiest be such a fond Idolater To die for loue though that were very strange Loue hath few Saints but many confessors And time no doubt will raze out all these notes And leaue a roome at length for other thoughts Thi. Yes when there is no spring no tree no groue In all Arcadia to record our loue And tell me where we were the time we were How we did meete together what we said Where we did ioy and where we sate dismai'd And then I may forget her not before Till then I must remember one so deere VVhen euery thing I see tells me of her And you deere Reliques of that martred Saint My heart adores you the perpetuall bookes Whereon when teares permit mine eye still looks Ah you were with her last and till my last You must remaine with me you were reseru'd To tell me shee was lost but yet alas You cannot tell me how I wold you could White spotlesse vaile cleane like her womanhood Which whilome coveredst the most louely face That euer eye beheld Was there no message sent From her by thee Ah yes there seemes it was Here is a T made with her blood as if Shee would haue written Thirsis I am slaine In seeking thee sure so it should haue beene And so I reade it and shall euer so And thou sweet remnant of the fairest haire That euer wau'd with winde Ah thee I found When her I hop'd to finde wrapt in a round Like to an O the character of woe As if to say O Thirsis I die thine This much you tell me yet dumbe messengers Of her last minde and what you cannot tell That I must thinke which is the most extreame Of wofulnesse that any heart can thinke Pal. There is no dealing with this man I see This humour must be let to spend it selfe Vnto a lesser substance ere that we Can any way apply a remedy But I lament his case and so I know Do all that see him in this wofull plight And therefore will I leaue him to himselfe For sorrow that is full hates others sight Thir. Come boy whilst I contemplate these remaines Of my lost loue vnder this myrtle tree Record the dolefull'st song the sighingst notes That musicke hath to entertaine bad thoughts Let it be all at flats my boy all graue The tone that best befits the griefe I haue The Song Had sorrow euer fitter place To
HYMENS TRIVMPH A Pastorall Tragicomaedie Presented at the Queenes Court in the Strand at her Maiesties magnificent intertainement of the Kings most excellent Maiestie being at the Nuptials of the Lord Roxborough By SAMVEL DANIEL LONDON Imprinted for Francis Constable and are to bee sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the white Lyon 1615 TO THE MOST EXCELLENT MAIESTIE OF THE HIGHEST-borne princess ANNE of Denmark Queene of England Scotland France and Ireland HEre what your sacred influence begat Most lou'd and most respected Maiestie With humble heart and hand I consecrate Vnto the glory of your memorie As being a piece of that solemnitie Which your Magnificence did celebrate In hallowing of those roofes you rear'd of late With fires and chearefull hospitalitie Whereby and by your splendent Worthines Your name shal longer liue then shal your walles For that faire structure goodnesse finishes Beares off all change of times and neuer falles And that is it hath let you in so farre Into the heart of England as you are And worthily for neuer yet was Queene That more a peoples loue hath merited By all good graces and by hauing been The meanes our State stands fast established And blest by your blest wombe who are this day The highest borne Queene of Europe and alone Haue brought this land more blessings euery way Then all the daughters of strange Kings haue done For we by you no claimes no quarrels haue No factions no betraying of affaires You doe not spend our blood nor states but saue You strength vs by alliance and your haires Not like those fatall marriages of France For whom this kingdome hath so dearely paid Which onely our afflictions did aduance And brought vs farre more miseries then aid Renowned Denmark that hast furnished The world with Princes how much doe we owe To thee for this great good thou dist bestow Whereby we are both blest and honoured Thou didst not so much hurt vs heretofore But now thou hast rewarded vs farre more But what doe I on this high subiect fall Here in the front of this low Pastorall This a more graue and spacious roome requires To shew your glorie and my deepe desires Your Maiesties most humble seruant SAMVEL DANIEL The Prologue Hymen opposed by Auarice Enuie and Iealousie the disturbers of quiet marriage first enters Hym. IN this disguise and Pastorall attire Without my saffron robe without my torch Or other ensignes of my duty I Hymen am come hither secretly To make Arcadia see a worke of glorie That shall deserue an euerlasting storie Here shall I bring you two the most entire And constant louers that were euer seene From out the greatest suffrings of anoy That fortune could inflict to their full ioy Wherein no wilde no rude no antique sport But tender passions motions soft and graue The still spectators mast expect to haue For these are onely Cynthias recreatiues Made vnto Phoebus and are feminine And therefore must be gentle like to her Whose sweet affections mildely mooue and stir And here with this white wand will I effect As much as with my flaming torch of Loue And with the power thereof affections mooue In these faire nymphes and shepheards round about Enuie Stay Hymen stay you shall not haue the day Of this great glorie as you make account We will herein as we were euer wont Oppose you in the matches you addresse And vndermine them with disturbances Hym. Now doe thy worst base Enuie thou canst doe Thou shalt not disappoint my purposes Auarice Then will I Hymen in despite of thee I will make Parents crosse desires of loue With those respects of wealth as shall dissolue The strongest knots of kindest faithfulnesse Hym. Hence greedy Auarice I know thou art A hagge that do'st bewitch the mindes of men Yet shalt thou haue no powre at all herein Iealousie Then will I Hymen doe thou what thou canst I will steale closely into linked hearts And shake their veines with colde distrustfulnesse And euer keepe them waking in their feares With spirits which their imagination reares Hym. Disquiet Iealousie vile furie thou That art the ougly monster of the minde Auant be gone thou shalt haue nought to doe In this faire worke of ours nor euermore Canst enter there where honour keepes the doore And therefore hideous furies get you hence This place is sacred to integritie And cleane desires your sight most loathsome is Vnto so well dispos'd a companie Therefore be gone I charge you by my powre We must haue nothing in Arcadia sowre Enuie Hymen thou canst not chase vs so away For looke how long as thou mak'st marriages So long will we produce incumbrances And we will in the same disguise as thou Mixe vs among these shepheards that we may Effect our worke the better being vnknowne For ills shew other faces then their owne The Speakers Thyrsis Palaemon friend to Thyrsis Clarindo Siluia disguised the beloued of Thyrsis supposed to be slaine by wild beasts Cloris a Nymph whom Clarindo serued and in loue with Thyrsis Phillis in loue with Clarindo Montanus in loue with Phillis Lidia Nurse to Phillis Forresters Dorcas Siluanus Medorus father to Siluia Charinus father to Thyrsis Chorus of Shepheards ACT. I. SCEN. I. Thirsis Palaemon SO to be reft of all the ioyes of life How is it possible Palaemon I Should euer more a thought retaine Of the least comfort vpon earth againe No I would hate this heart that hath receiu'd So deepe a wound if it should euer come To be recur'd or would permit a roome To let in any other thing then griefe Pal. But Thirsis you must tel me what is the cause Thi. Think but what cause I haue whē hauing pass'd The heates the colds the trembling agonies Of feares and hopes and all the strange assaults Of passion that a tender heart could feele In the attempt and pursuite of his loue And then to be vndone when all was done To perish in the hauen after all Those Ocean suffrings and euen then to haue My hopefull Nuptiall bed turn'd to a graue Pal. Good Thirsis by what meanes I pray thee tell Thi. Tell thee alas Palaemon how can I tell And liue doest thou not see these fields haue lost Their glory since that time Siluia was lost Siluia that onely deckt that onely made Arcadia shine Siluia who was ah woe the while So miserablie rent from off the world So rapt away as that no signe of her No peece was left to tell vs by what meanes Safe onely this poore remnant of her vaile All torne and this deere locke of her rent haire Which holy reliques here I keepe with me The sad memorials of her dismall fate Who sure deuoured was vpon the shore By ravenous beasts as she was walking there Alone it seemes perhaps in seeking me Or els retir'd to meditate apart The storie of our loues and heauie smart Pal. This is no newes you tell of Siluias death That was long since why shold you
deuice Needes else to keepe them vnder they themselues Will beare farre more then they are made thēselues Will adde vnto their fetters rather then They would not be or held to be great men Sil. Then Dorcas how much more are we to prize Our meane estate which they so much despise Considering that we doe enioy thereby The dearest thing in nature Liberty And are not tortur'd with those hopes and feares Th' affliction laid on superfluities VVhich make them to obscure and serue the times But are content with what the earth the woods And riuers neere doe readily afforde And therewithall furnish our homly borde Those vnbought cates please our vnlearned throats That vnderstand not dainties euen as well As all their delicates which doe but stuffe And not sustaine the stomacke and indeede A well obseruing belly doth make much For libertie for he that can but liue Although with rootes and haue no hopes is free VVithout the verge of any sov'raintie And is a Lord at home commands the day As his till night and then reposes him At his owne houres thinkes on no stratagem But how to take his game hath no deseigne To crosse next day no plots to vndermine Dor. But why Montanus doe you looke so sad VVhat is the cause your minde is not as free As your estate what haue you had of late Some coy repulse of your disdainfull nymph To whome loue hath subdu'd you who indeede Our only master is and no Lord else But he hath any power to vexe vs here Which had he not we too too happy were Mon. In troth I must confesse when now you two Found me in yonder thicket I had lost My selfe by hauing seene that which I would I had not had these eyes to see and iudge If I great reason haue not to complaine You see I am a man though not so gay And delicately clad as are your fine And amorous dainty heardsmen yet a man And that not base not vn-allyde to Pan And of a spirit doth not degenerate From my robustious manly ancestours Being neuer foild in any wrastling game But still haue borne away the chiefest prize In euery braue and actiue exercise Yet notwithstanding that disdainfull maid Prowd Phillis doth despise me and my loue And will not daigne so much as here me speake But doth abiure forsooth the thought of loue Yet shall I tell you yet asham'd to tell This coy vnlouing soule I saw ere while Soliciting a youth a smooth fac'd boy Whom in her armes shee held as seem'd to me Being closely busht a prety distance off Against his will and with strange passion vrg'd His stay who seem'd struggled to get away And yet shee staid him yet intreats his stay At which strange sight imagine I that stood Spectatour how confoundedly I stood And hardly could forbeare from running in To claime for mine if euer loue had right Those her imbraces cast away in sight But staying to behold the end I staid Too long the boy gets loose her selfe retyres And you came in but if I liue that boy Shall dearely pay for his misfortune that He was beloued of her of whom I would Haue none on earth beloued but my selfe Dor. That were to bite the stone a thing vniust To punish him for her conceiued lust Mon. Tush many in this world we see are caught And suffer for misfortune not their fault Sil. But that would not become your manlines Montanus it were shame for valiant men To doe vnworthily Mon. Speake not of that Siluanus if my rage Irregular be made it must worke like effects Dor. These are but billowes tumbling after storms They last not long come let some exercise Diuert that humour and conuert your thoughts To know your selfe scorne her who scorneth you Idolatrize not so that Sexe but hold A man of strawe more then a wife of gold Exeunt ACT. II. SCEN. II. Lidia Phillis YOu must not Phillis be so sensible Of these small touches which your passion makes Phi. Small touches Lidia do you count the small Can there vnto a woman worse befall Then hath to mee what haue not I lost all That is most deare to vs loue and my fame Is there a third thing Lidia you can name That is so precious as to match with these Lid. Now sily girle how fondly doe you talke How haue you lost your fame what for a few Ill-fauour'd louing words vttred in ieast Vnto a foolish youth Cannot you say You did but to make triall how you could If such a peeuish qualme of passion should As neuer shall oppresse your tender heart Frame your conceit to speake to looke to sigh Like to a heart-strooke louer and that you Perceiuing him to be a bashfull youth Thought to put spirit in him and make you sport Phi. Ah Lidia but he saw I did not sport He saw my teares and more what shall I say He saw too much and that which neuer man Shall euer see againe whil'st I haue breath Lid. Are you so simple as you make your selfe VVhat did he see a counterfeited shew Of passion which you may if you were wise Make him as easily to vnbeleeue As what he neuer saw and thinke his eyes Conspir'd his vnderstanding to deceiue How many women thinke you being espide In neerer-touching cases by mischance Haue yet not onely fac'd their louers downe For what they saw but brought them to beleeue They had not seene the thing which they had seen Yea and to sweare it too and to condemne Themselues such meanes can wit deuise To make mens mindes vncredit their owne eyes And therefore let not such a toy as this Disease your thoughts and for your losse of loue It is as much as nothing I would turne A passion vpon that should ouerturne It cleane and that is wrath one heate Expels another I would make my thoughts of skorne To be in height so much aboue my loue As they should ease and please me more by farre I would disdaine to cast a looke that way Where he should stand vnlesse it were in skorne Or thinke a thought of him but how to worke Him all disgrace that possibly I could Phi. That Lidia can I neuer doe let him Do what he will to me report my shame And vaunt his fortune and my weaknesse blame Lid. Nay as for that he shall be so well charmd Ere I haue done as you shall feare no tales Phi. Ah Lidia could that he without his harme How blessed should I be But see where comes My great tormentour hat rude Forrester Good Lidia let vs flie I hate his sight Next to the ill I suffer let vs flie VVe shall be troubled with him wofully Lid. Content you Phillis stay heare him speake We may make vse of him more then you thinke Phil. What vse can of so grosse a peece be made Lid. The better vse be sure for beeing grosse Your subtler spirits full of their finesses Serue their owne turnes in others businesses ACT.
But see here comes my solitarie sonne Let vs stand close Medorus out of sight And note how he behaues hlmselfe in this Affliction and distressed case of his SCEN. III Thirsis solus THis is the day the day the lamentable day Of my destruction which the Sun hath twice Returnd vnto my griefe which keepe one course Continually with it in motion like But that they neuer set this day doth claime Th' especiall tribute of my sighes and teares Though euery day I duely pay my teares Vnto that soule which this day left the world And yet I know not why me thoughts the Sun Arose this day with farre more cheerefull rayes With brighter beames then vsually it did As if it would bring something of release Vnto my cares or else my spirit hath had Some manner of intelligence with hope Wherewith my heart is vnacquainted yet And that might cause mine eie with quicker sence To note th' appearing of the eye of heauen But something sure I feele which doth beare vp The weight of sorrow easier then before SCEN. IV. Palaemon Thirsis VVHat Thirsis still in passion still one man For shame shew not your selfe so weakely set So feebly ioynted that you cannot beare The fortunes of the world like other men Beleeue me Thirsis you much wrong your worth This is to be no man to haue no powers Passions are womens parts actions ours I was in hope t' haue found you otherwise Thir. How otherwise Palaemon doe not you Hold it to be a most heroicke thing To act one man and doe that part exact Can there be in the world more worthinesse change Then to be constant is there any thing Shewes more a man What would you haue me That were to haue me base that were indeed To shew a feeble heart and weakely set No no Palaemon I should thinke my selfe The most vnworthy man of men should I But let a thought into this heart of mine That might disturbe or shake my constancie And thinke Palaemon I haue combates too To be the man I am being built of flesh And hauing round about me traytors too That seeke to vndermine my powres and steale Into my weakenesses but that I keepe Continual watch and ward vpon my selfe Least I should be surpriz'd at vnawares And taken from my vowes with other snares And euen now at this instant I confesse Palaemon I doe feele a certaine touch Of comfort which I feare to entertaine Least it should be some spie sent as a traine To make discouery of what strength I am Pal. Ah worthie Thirsis entertaine that spirit What euer else thou doe set all the doores Of thine affections open thereunto Thir. Palaemon no Comfort and I haue beene So long time strangers as that now I feare To let it in I know not how t' acquaint My selfe therewith being vsed to conuerse VVith other humours that affect me best Nor doe I loue to haue mixt company VVhereto I must of force my selfe apply Pal. But Thirsis thinke that this must haue an end And more it would approoue your worth to make The same your work then time should make it his Thir. End sure it must Palamon but with me For so I by the Oracle was told That very day wherein I lost the day And light of comfort that can neuer rise Againe to mee when I the saddest man That euer breath'd before those Altars fell And there besought to know what was become Of my deare Silvia whether dead or how Reast from the world but that I could not learne Yet thus much did that voice diuine returne Goe youth reserue thy selfe the day will come Thou shalt be happy and returne againe But when shall be that day demanded I The day thou dyest replide the Oracle So that you see it will not be in these But in th' Elizian fields where I shall ioy The day of death must bring me happinesse Pal. You may mistake the meaning of those words Which is not knowne before it be fulfill'd Yeeld you to what the gods command if not Vnto your friends desires reserue your selfe For better daies and thinke the Oracle Is not vntrue although not vnderstood But howsoeuer let it not be said That Thirsis being a man of so rare parts So vnderstanding and discreete should pine in loue And languish for a silly woman thus To be the fable of the vulgar made Ascorne and laught at by inferiour wits Thir. In loue Palaemon know you what you say Doe you esteeme it light to be in loue How haue I beene mistaken in the choice Of such a friend as I held you to be That seemes not or else doth not vnderstand The noblest portion of humanity The worthiest peece of nature set in man Ah know that when you mention loue you name A sacred mistery a Deity Not vnderstood of creatures built of mudde But of the purest and refined clay Whereto th' eternall fires their spirits conuey And for a woman which you prize so low Like men that doe forget whence they are men Know her to be th' especiall creature made By the Creator of the complement Of this great Architect the world to hold The same together which would otherwise Fall all asunder and is natures chiefe Vicegerent vpon earth supplies her state And doe you hold it weakenesse then to loue And loue so excellent a miracle As is a worthy woman ah then let mee Still be so weake still let me loue and pine In contemplation of that cleane cleare soule That made mine see that nothing in the world Is so supreamely beautifull as it Thinke not it was those colours white and red Laid but on flesh that could affect me so But something else which thought holds vnder locke And hath no key of words to open it They are the smallest peeces of the minde That passe this narrow organ of the voice The great remaine behinde in that vast orbe Of apprehension and are neuer borne And therefore if your iudge cannot reach Vnto the vnderstanding of my Case You doe not well to put your selfe into My Iury to condemne me as you doe Let th' ignorant out of their dulnesse laugh At these my sufferings I will pitty them To haue beene so ill borne so miscompos'd As not to know what thing it is to loue And I to great Apollo here appeale The soueraigne of the Muses and of all Wel tun'd affections and to Cinthia bright And glorious Lady of cleere faithfulnesse Who from aboue looke down with blisfull beames Vpon our humble groues and ioy the hearts Of all the world to see their mutuall loues They can iudge what worthinesse there is In worthy loue Therefore Palaemon peace Vnlesse you did know better what it were And this be sure when as that fire goes out In man he is the miserablest thing On earth his day-light sets and is all darke And dull within no motions of delight But all opprest lies struggling with the weight Of worldly cares and this olde Damon saies Who well had