tears to make me bow Cor. Ah courteous Satyr wilt thou kerve in me Such cruell vengeance Sat. Come and thou shalt see Cor. And take no Pity of me Sat. None at all Cor. But art thou firm in this Sat. As a brasse-wall Is this charm ended Cor. O thou base and not To be exampled Rogue half man half goat And all a beast thou carrion that doth stink By-blow and blush of nature If thou think Corisca loves thee not thou thinkst the truth What should she love in such a comely youth That fair Stags head that chimney-sweepers broom Goats ears that grave of rottennesse and rheume Which once had bones in 't Sat. This to me Thou wicked varlet Cor. Ev'n to thee Sat. To me thou scold Cor. To thee thou Goat Sat. And with these pincers pull I not Thy barking tongue out Cor. Would thou durst Come neer 't there 's that will scour their rust Sat. A paltry woman and in such Condition being in my clutch To injure me and dare mee too I will Cor. Base slave what wilt thou do Sat. Eat thee alive I will Cor. Where be The teeth to do 't Sat. Heav'n dost thou see And suffer this But if I doe not Chastise thee Come along Cor. I wo' not Sat. Wo' not my Mistresse Malapert Cor. Wo' not in spight of thy foul heart Sat. That shall be seen Come or I swear This arm I 'le from thy shoulder tear Cor. Tear my head off I wo' not go One foot Sat. Art thou resolved so Let 's ne're dispute then any longer But put to tryall whether's stronger And faster on thy neck-piece or My arm Thy hands to help too Nor Are these perverse one enough guard Cor. That shall be try'd Sat. It shall Cor. Pull hard Satyr adieu Get thy neck set Sat. O me How I am shatter'd O my head my knee O my back-bone my thigh what a vile fall Was here to get upon my legs is all I have the pow'r to do But can it be That she should fly and leave her head with me O marvellous ye Nymphs and Shepherds run Flock hither to behold a wonder one That runs away without her head by skill In Magick Hah how light it is how ill Peopled with brains How comes it that I see None of the blood spirt forth But stay let me Peruse it better O thou stock thou stone Thou hast no head if thou think she hath none Was ever any man so fool'd See now If she had not a trick to scape when thou Thoughtst her most sure Thou all made up of wiles Was 't not enough thy heart thy face thy smiles Thy looks and speeches falsified were But thou must likewise falsifie thy hair The glowing Amber and the flowing Gold Which you mad Poets so extoll behold Blush blush now at your errour and recant Your thred-bare theam in stead whereof go paint The arts of a deform'd and impious Witch Breaking up Sepulchres by night from which She steals the hair that upon Death's head growes To imp her own which she so neatly does That she hath made you praise what ye should more Then dire Megara's snakie locks abhor These Lovers are your gyves I take it too Look on 'em Idiots and if as you Protest your hearts are fastned to these hairs Now every one may without sighs or tears Come by his owne But why do I forbear To publish her disgrace Surely that hair Which stuck with starres adorns the azure skye Never so famous was as this and shee Much more that wore it by my tongue shall be Made infamous to all posterity CHORUS AH 'T was a grievous fault in her the Cause Of all our sorrows who the sacred Lawes Of Love offending by her breach of troth Kindled against this Land the mortall wrath Of the immortall Gods which not a Flood Of generall tears nor so much guiltlesse blood Can quench yet or abate so high a price Vnspotted Faith Expeller of all vice And most undoubted Argument to prove A mind descended nobly bears above And such a care to plant love in his creature By which we deifie our humane Nature Hath the eternall Lover O those blind Mistaken mortals who addict their mind To wealth for which affection 's basely sold Watching the carcasse of their coffin'd gold Like a pale ghost that walks about his grave Or why should beauty our free hearts enslave These are dead loves the living and divine Is where two souls by vertue do combine No outward object can with reason move The heart to love it 'cause it cannot love Onely the soul 'cause that can love again Deserves a Love deserves a Lovers pain Well may that kisse be sweet that 's giv'n t' a sleek And fragrant rose of a vermilion cheek And understanding tasters as are true And happy Lovers will commend that too 'T is a dead kisse say I and must be poor Which the place kist hath no means to restore But the sweet ecchoing and the Dove-like billing Of two encountring Mouthes when both are willing And when at once both Loves advance their bows Their shafts drawn home at once sound at the loose How sweet is such Revenge This is true kissing Where there is one for t'other without missing A minute of the time or taking more Then that which in the taking they restore Where by an interchange of amorous blisses At the same time they sow and gather kisses Kisse a red swelling lip then kisse a wrist A brest a forehead or what else thou list No part of a fair Nymph so just will be Except the lip to pay this kisse to thee Thither your souls come sallying forth and they Kisse too and by the wandring pow'rs convey Life into smacking Rubies and transfuse Into the live and sprightly kisse their use Of reason so that yee discourse together In kisses which with little noyse deliver Much matter and sweet secrets which hee spels Who is a Lover Gibbrish to all else Like life like mutuall joy they feel where Love With equall flames as with two wings doth move And as where lips kisse lips is the best Kisse So where one 's lov'd to love best loving is Actus Tertius Scena Prima MIRTILLO SPring the yeers youth fair Mother of new flowrs New leaves new loves drawn by the winged hours Thou art return'd but the felicity Thou brought'st me last is not return'd with thee Thou art return'd but nought returns with thee Save my lost joyes regretfull memory Thou art the self same thing thou wert before As fair and jocund but I am no more The thing I was so gracious in her sight Who is Heav'ns master-piece and Earth's delight O bitter-sweets of Love Far worse it is To love then never to have tasted blisse But O how sweet were Love if it could not Be lost or being lost could be forgot Though if my hopes as mine are wont to be Are not of glasse or my love make me see Them through a multiplying glasse If
heart Is he not blind And yet When I consider with what full aspect Her starry eyes their influence direct Into my brest she cannot have a dart Left in her quiver for another heart But why do they a gemme so precious throw To one that knows it not and scorns it so Erg. Because the Heav'ns did through this Marriage Unto Arcadia long ago presage Deliverance Hast not thou heard that here Is paid to the great Goddesse ev'ry yeer Of a Nymph's guiltlesse bloud a cruell and Unconscionable tribute by this Land Mirt. 'T is news to me nor let that strange appear Since I my self am but a stranger here And since I came by Fate 's decree and Love's Almost a constant Burgesse of the Groves But what strange crime deserv'd so sharp a doom How could such monstrous cruelty finde room In a Celestiall minde Erg. Of me then know From the first head the torrent of our wo A Story that would tears of pitie wrest From heart of oak much more from humane brest Whilest yet the Priesthood was not ty'd to age A youthfull swain of noble Parentage Then Dian's Priest Aminta was his name The Nymph Lucrina did with love enflame All creatures of her sex exceeded shee As much in beauty as unconstancie She long requited or at least to sight If looks and eyes have tongues she did requite The pure affection of the Love-sick lad And fed his hopes whilst he no Rivall had But when a rustick swain her favour sought See now a perfect woman in a thought She left the former with one sigh was shook With the faint batt'ry of one amorous look Her hearts new guest now takes up all the room Dislodg'd Aminta ere he knew for whom Haplesse Aminta who from that day forth Was so abhorr'd held of so little worth By that ungrate whom he did still adore That she would neither hear nor see him more If this unkindnesse cut the wretch to th' heart If he sigh'd wept and rav'd to thee who art Acquainted with Love's pangs I leave to ghesse Mir. O 'T was a torment no man can expresse Erg. When then his tears and prayers he had cast After his heart to Dian turn'd at last If ever with pure heart Goddesse quoth he And guiltlesse hand I kindled flame to thee Revenge my faith which a perfidious Maid Under safe conduct of her smiles betraid The Goddesse gentler then the Nymph was hears The faithfull Lover's and her servant's tears And prayr's and pity kindling her just ire By opposition did augment the fire Her pow'rfull bow into her hand she took And in ARCADIA'S wretched bosome stuck Arrows of death and catching Pestilence Invisible and therefore without fence Without remorse they execute her rage Without respect on every sex and age Nor Antidotes nor Med'cines here avail'd Nor flying now weak Art her Master fail'd And oft whilst he the remedy apply'd Before the Patient the Physitian dy'd The onely hope that 's left is from the skie So to the neerest Oracle they flie Which soon return'd an answer cleer enough But above measure terrible and rough That Cinthia was incenst but that the Land Might be reliev'd if by Aminta's hand That faithlesse Nymph Lucrina or some one For her of the Arcadian Nation Were as an offring to Diana slain So she when long sh' had prayd long wept in vain And long expected her new Lovers ayd To th' holy Altars like a Bride array'd And with what pomp Religion could devise Was led a miserable Sacrifice Where at those feet from which hers fled so fast The feet of her Idolater at last Bending her trembling knees she did attend From the offended youth a cruell end The sacred knife he boldly did unsheathe Rage and revenge his nostrils seem'd to breathe His eyes to sparkle turning then to her Said with a sigh death's hollow messenger Whom thou hast left Lucrina and whom took Learn by this blow And with that word he strook Himself and plung'd the knife in his own brest To th' haft In one both Sacrifice and Priest Fell bleeding at her feet whilst she amaz'd To see that dire unlookt for object gaz'd As one 'twixt life and death nor yet did know If grief had stab'd her or the threatned blow But when she found her tongue again and knew Distinctly what was acted there O true O brave Aminta bathing in a flood Of tears she said O Lover understood Too late who by thy death dost give to me Both life and death If in forsaking thee I sinn'd lo I redeem that sin of mine Wedding my soul eternally to thine This said that knife fresh reeking with the gore Of the now lov'd in death and purpled ore She drew from his pale brest and in her own Sheath'd it again then willingly sunk down Into Aminta's arms who yet had breath And felt perchance that lightning before death Such was this pair of Lovers tragick fall 'Cause he kept too much faith she none at all Mir. O haplesse swain yet happy in his Love Having so rich occasion to approve His spotlesse faith and dying to revive That spark in her he could not being alive But what became then of the poor diseas'd Did the plague cease was Cinthia's wrath appeas'd Erg. It did relent but was not quite put out For the same month the yeer being wheel'd about It burst out with more fury and did make A dire relapse This forc'd us to betake Our selves unto the Oracle agen Which utterd now a sadder doom That then And yeerly we to Nights offended Queen A Maid or Wife should offer past fifteen And short of twenty by which means the rage Which swallow'd thousands one death should asswage Moreover a hard law and weighing well The nature of that sex impossible To keep a law in bloudy letters writ On wretched women was impos'd by it That whatsoever Maid or Wife should prove In any sort a changeling in her love Vnlesse some friend would pay the penalty In stead of her should without mercy die This dire this nationall Calamitie The good old man hath hope to remedie By means of this desired Match because The Oracle after some little pawse Being ask'd again what end our woe should have To our demand this punctuall answer gave Your woe shall end when two of Race Divine Love shall combine And for a faithlesse Nymphs apostate state A faithfull Shepherd supererogate Now there are left in all Arcadia Of heavenly Stock no other slips this day But Silvio and Amarillis She From Pan descended from Alcides He. Nor had there ever to our much regret Of those two Lines a Male and Female met As now there do whence the believing Father Great hopes of good not without cause doth gather For though the things foretold by th' Oracle Be not fulfill'd yet in each particle This is the fundamentall point the rest Is still reserv'd in Fates own secret brest And of the Marriage one day shall ensue Mir. And all this
execution my designe My foe Dispatch'd his bleeding carcasse I will throw To my she-foe to be reveng'd on two At once The felf-same steel I 'le then imbrue In mine own blood so three shall die in brief Two by my weapon and the third of grief A sad and miserable tragedie Of both her Lovers shall this Tigresse see Of him she loves and him she scorns And this Cave which was meant the chamber of their blisse To her and to her minion shall become And which I more desire t' her shame a tombe But you dear footsteps which I long have trac'd In vain unerring path lead me at last To where my Love is hid To you I bow Your print I follow O Corisca now I doe beleeve thee now th' hast told me true Scena nona SATYR DOes he believe Corisca and pursue Her steps to Erycina's Cave a beast Hath wit enough to apprehend the rest But if thou dost believe her thou hadst need Have from her good security indeed And hold her by a stronger tie then I Had lately of her hair But stronger tie On her there cannot be then gifts This bold Strumpet her self to this young swain hath sold. And here by the false light now of this vaut Delivers the bad ware which he hath bought Or rather 't is Heav'ns justice which hath sent Her hither to receive her punishment From my revenging hands His words did seem T'imply she made some promise unto him Which he believ'd and by his spying here Her print that she is in the cave 't is cleer Do a brave thing then stop the mouth o' th' cave With that great hanging stone that they may have No means of scaping to the Priest then go And bring by the back-way which few do know His ministers to apprehend and by The Law deservedly to make her dye For 't is not unto me long since unknown That she contracted is to Coridon How-ever he because he stands in fear Of me to lay his claim to her forbear But now I 'le give him leave at once to be Reveng'd on her both for him self and me But I lose time in talk From this young Grove I 'le pull a tree up by the root to move The stone withall So this I think will do How heavie ' t is The stone hath a root too What if I min'd it with this trunk and so As with a leaver heav'd it from below Good good now to the other side as much How fast it sticks I did not think it such A difficult attempt as it hath prov'd The Center of the earth were easier mov'd Nor strength nor skill will do this work I see Or do's that vigour which was once in me Now fail me at my need What do ye do My perverse Stars I will in spight of you I will remove it yet The Divell haule Corisca I had almost said and all The sex of them O Pan Liceus hear And to move this be moved by my pray'r Pan thou that all things canst and all things art Thou once thy self didst woe a stubborn heart Revenge on false Corisca now thine own And my despised Love I move the stone Thus by the vertue of thy sacred name Thus rowls it by the vertue of the same So now the Fox is trapt and finely shut Where she had earth'd her self I 'le now go put Fire to the hole where I could wish to find The rest of women to destroy the kind CHORUS O Love how potent and how great thou art Wonder of nature and the world What heart So dull as not to feel thy pow'r What wit So deep and piercing as to fathom it Who knows thy hot lascivious fires will say Infernall spirit thou dost live and sway In the corporeall part But who so knowes How thou dost men to vertuous things dispose And how the dying flame of loose desires Looks pale and trembles at thy chaster fires Will say Immortall God i' th' soul alone Thou hast established thy sacred Throne Rare Monster wonderfully got betwixt Desire and Reason an affection mixt Of sense and intellect With knowing wilde With seeing blinde A God and yet a childe And such thou sway'st the Earth and Heaven too On which thou tread'st as we on t'other do Yet by thy leave a greater miracle A mightier thing then thou art I can tell For all thou do'st that may our wonder claim Thou dost by vertue of a womans name Woman the gift of heav'n or of him rather Who made thee fairer being of both the Father Wherein is Heav'n so beautifull as thou That rowls one goggle eye in its vast brow Like a grim Cyclop not a lamp of light But cause of blindnesse and Cymerian night To the bold gazer if that sâ—eâ—k it is A thundring voice and if it sigh the hisse Of earth-engendred windes Thou with the fair Angel-like prospect of two Suns which are Serene and visible doest still the windes And calm the Billows of tempestuous mindes And Sound Light Motion Beauty Majesty Make in thy face so sweet a harmony That heav'n I mean this outward heav'n must needs Confesse thy form the form of that exceeds Since beauty that is dead lesse noble is Then that which lives and is a place of blisse With reason therefore man that gallant creature That lords it over all the works of Nature To thee as Lady Paramount payes duty Acknowleding in thine thy Makers beauty And if hee Triumphs gain and Thrones inherit It is not because thou hast lesse of merit But for thy glory since a greater thing It is to conquer then to be a King But that thy conqu'ring beauty doth subdue Not onely man but ev'n his Reason too If any doubt hee in Mirtillo hath A miracle that may constrain his faith This wanted Woman to thy pow'r before To make us love when we can hope no more Actus Quartus Scena Prima CORISCA. MY heart and thoughts till now were so much set To train that foolish Nymph into my net That may dear Hair which by that Rogue was ta'ne From me and how to get it back again I quite forgot O how it troubled me To pay that ransome for my liberty But 't had been worse t' have been a prisoner To such a beast Who though he doth not bear A mouses heart might have mouz'd me For I Have to say truth fool'd him sufficiently And like a Horse-leech did him suck and drein As long as he had blood in any vein And now hee 's mov'd I love him not and mov'd He well might be if him I e're had lov'd How can one love a creature that doth want All that is lovely As a stinking plant Which the Physitian gather'd for the use He had of it when he hath strain'd the juice And vertue out is on the dunghill thrown So having squeez'd him I with him have done Now will I see if Coridon into The cave's descended Hah what do I view Wake I or sleep I or am