not as they do seeme Bring any cooling to th'inflamed hart But rather are huge and impetuous windes That blow the fire and make it greater proue With swelling whirlwindes of tempestuous loue Which vnto wretched louers alwaies beares Thick cloudes of griefe and showres of dreary teares Scene 3. Corisca WHo euer sawe or heard a straunger and A fonder passion of this foolish loue Both loue and hate in one selfe hart combin'd With such a wondrous mixture as I know not how Or which of them hath got the deeper roote If I Mirtilloes beautie do behold His gracious count'nance good behauior Actions customes words and manly lookes Loue me assailes with such a puissant fire That I burne altogither And it seemes Other affections are quite vanquished with this But when I thinke vpon th'obstinate loue He to another beares and that for her He doth despise I will be bold to say My famous beautie of a thousand soft I hate him so I so abhorre the man That t 's impossible me thinkes at all One sparke of loue for him should touch my heart Thus with my selfe sometime I say Oh if I could Enioy my sweet Mirtillo were he mine And had not others interest in him Oh more then any other happie Corisca And then in me vpflames such great good will And such a gentle loue to him that I resolue Straight to discouer all my hart to him To follow him and humbly sue to him Nay more eu'n to fall downe and worship him On th' other side I all reclaimed say A niceproud foole one that disdaineth me One that can loue another and despise my selfe One that can looke on me and not adore me One that can so defend him from my looke That he dies not for loue And I that should See him as I haue many more ere this An humble suppliant before my feete Am humble suppliant at his feete my selfe Then such a rage at him possesseth mee That I disdain my thoughts should think on him Mine eyes should looke on him His verie name And all my loue I worse then death do hate Then would I haue him the wofulst wight aliue And with these hands then could I kill the wretch Thus hate and loue spight and desire make warre I that haue bene till now tormenting flame To thousand harts must languish now my selfe And in my ill know others wretchednesse I that so many years in cities streets courts Haue bene inuincible to worthy friends Mocking their many hopes their great desires Now conquered am with silly rusticke loue Of a base shepherds brat Oh aboue all Wretched Corisca now What shall I do To mitigate this amorous furious rage Whilst other women haue a heape of loues I haue no other but Mirtillo onely Am I not stoutly furnished Oh thousand times Ill-counsell'd foole that now reduced art Into the pouertie of one sole loue Corisca was ne're such a foole before What 's faith what 's constancy but fables fain'd By iealous men and names of vanitie Simple women to deceiue Faith in a womans hart If faith in any womans hart there bee Can neither vertue nor yet goodnesse bee But hard necessitie of loue a wretched law Of beautie weake that pleaseth onely one Because she is not gracious in the eyes of more A beautious Nymphe sought too by multitudes Of worthy louers if she be content With onely one and all the rest despise Either she is no woman or if so she be She is a foole What 's beautie worth vnseene Or seene vnsought or sought too but of one The more our louers be the greater men The surer pledge haue we in this vild world That we are creatures glorious and rare The goodly splendor of a beautious Nymphe Is to haue many friends So in good Townes Wise men euer doo It is a fault A foolish tricke all to refuse for one What one cannot many can well performe Some serue some giue some fit for other vse So in the Citie louely Ladies do Where I by wit and by example too Of a great Lady learnd the Art of loue Corisca would she say Let thy Louers and thy garments be alike Haue many vse weare but one and change often Too much conuersing breedeth noysomenesse And noysomenesse despight which turnes to hate We cannot worser do then fill our friends Let them go hungry rather from thee still So did I alwaies alwaies louing store One for my hand an other for mine eye The best I euer for my bosome kept None for my heart as neare as ere I could And now I know not how Mirtillo comes Me to torment now must I figh and worse Sigh for my selfe deceiuing no man else Now must I robbe my limmes of their repose Mine eyes of sleepe and watch the breake of day Now do I wander through these shadow'd woods Seeking the footsteps of my hated loue What must Corisca do shall I entreat him No my hate not giues me leaue I le giue him o're Nor will my loue consent What shall I do Prayers and subtilties I will attempt I will bewray my loue but not as mine If this preuaile not then I le make disdaine Finde out a memorable huge reuenge Mirtillo if thou canst not like my loue Then shalt thou trie my hate And Amarillis Thou shalt repent thou er'e my riuall wer 't Well to your costs you both shall quickly proue What rage in her can do that thus doth loue Sce. 4. Titirus Montanus Damaetas SO helpe me Gods I know I now do speake To one that vnderstands more then I do These Oracles are still more doubtfull then We take them for their words are like to kniues Which taken by the hafts are fit for vse But by the edges held they may do harme That Amarillis as you argue is By the high heauenly Destenies elected for Arcadiaes vniuersall health who ought More to desire or to esteeme the same Then I that am her fatherâ— but when I regard That which the Oracle foretold ill do the signes Agree with our great hopes since loue should then Vnite how falls it out he slies from her How can hate and despight bring forth loues fruite Ill could he contradict had heau'ns ordain'd it But since he doth contrary it t' is cleare Heauens do not will for if so they would That Amarillis should be Siluioes wise A Louer not a Huntsman him they would haue made Mon. Do you not see he is a child as yet He hath attain'd scarcely to eighteene yeares All in good time he may yet taste of loue Tit. Taste of a beast hee le neueuer woman like Mon. Many things alter in a yong mans heart Tit. But alwaies loue is naturall to youth Mon. It is vnnaturall where yeares do want Ti. Loue alwaies slowres in our green time of age Mon. It doth but flowere t' is quite without all fruit Ti. With timely flowres loue euer brings forth fruit Hither I came not for to ieast Montane Nor to contend with you But I the
this which when thou wouldst thou canst not These woods and beasts leaue foolish boy loue Sil. As though there were no life but that which nurst These amorous sollies and fond extasies Lin. Tell me if in this pleasant time now flowres renew And the world waxeth yong againe thou shouldst In stead of flowry valleyes fragrant fields And well clad woods see but the oake the ashe the pine Without their leauy heares graslesse the ground The meadowes want their floures Wouldst thou not say The world doth languish nature did decay Now that same horror that same miracle That monstrous noueltie thou hast thy selfe As loue in old men is ridiculous So youth without loue is vnnaturall Looke but about Siluio what the world hath Worthy to be admir'd Loue onely made The heauens the earth the seas themselues do loue And that same starre that the dayes breake foretells Tasteth the flames of her thrise puissant sonne And at that houre because perhaps she leaues The stolne delights and bosome of her loue She darteth downe abroad her sparkling smiles Beasts in the woods do loue and in the seas The speedie Dolphins and the mightie Whales The bird that sweetly sings and wantonly Doth she now from the oake vnto the ashe Then from the ashe vnto the mirtill tree Sayes in her language I in loue do burne Wou'd I might heare my Siluio answere her the same The Bull amid the heard doth loudly lowe Yet are those lowes but bidding to loues feasts The Lyon in the wood doth bray and yet Those brayes are not the voice of rage but loue Well to conclude all things do loue but thou Thou onely Siluio art in heauen in earth In seas a soule vncaple of loue Leaue leaue these woods these beasts and learne to loue Sil. Was then my youth committed to thy charge That in these soft esseminate desires Of wanton loue thou shouldst it nurse and traine Remembrest not what thou and what I am Lin. I am a man and humane me esteeme With thee a man or rather shouldst be so I speake of humane things Which if thou skornst Take heed least in dishumaning thy selfe A beast thou proue not sooner then a God Sil. Neither so famous nor so valiant Had bene that monster-tamer of whose blood I do deriue my selfe had he not tamed loue Lin. See blind child how thou erst where hadst thou bene Had not that famous Hercules first lou'd The greatest cause he monsters tam'd was loue Knowest thou not that faire Omphale to please He did not onely chaunge his Lions skin Into a womans gowne but also turn'd His knottie club into a spindell and a rocke So was he wont from trouble and from toyle To take his ease and all alone retire To her faire lappe the hauen of happie loue As rugged Iron with purer mettall mixt Is made more fit refin'd for noble vse So fierce vntam'd strength that in his properrage Doth often breake yet with the sweets of loue Well temper'd proueth truly generous Then if thou dost desire to imitate Great Hercules and to be worthy of his race Though that thou wilt not leaue these sauadge woods Doo follow them but do not leaue to loue A Loue so lawfull as your Amarillis That you Dorinda she I you excuse For t' were vnfit your mind on honour set Should be made hot in these amorous thefts A mightie wrong vnto your worthy spouse Sil. What saist thou Linco shee 's not yet my spouse Lin. Hast thou not solemnely receiu'd her faith Take heed proud boy do not prouoke the gods Sil. The gift of heauen is humane libertie May we not force repell that force receiue Lin. Nay if thou would'st but vnderstand the heauens Hereto do tye thee that haue promised So many fauours at thy nuptiall feast Sil. I 'm sure that gods haue other things to do Then trouble and molest them with these toyes Linco nor this nor that loue pleaseth me I was a huntsman not a louer borne Thou that dost folow loue thy pleasure take Exit Sil. Lin. Thou cruel boy descended of the gods I scarce beleeue thou wert begot by man Which if thou wert thou sooner wert begot With venome of Meger and Ptisifo Then Venus pleasure which men so commend Exit Lin. Sce. 2. Mirtillo Ergasto. CRuell Amarillis that with thy bitter name Most bitterly dost teach me to complaine Whiter then whitest Lillies and more faire But deafer and more fierce then th'adder is Since with my words I do so much offend In silence will I die but yet these plaines These mountaines and these woods shal cry for me Whom I so oft haue learned to resound That loued name For me my plaints shall tell The plaining fountains and the murm'ring windes Pittie and griefe shall speake out of my face And in the end though all things else proue dombe My verie death shal tell my martirdome Er. Loue deare Mirtillo 's like a fire inclosde Which straightly kept more fiercely flames at last Thou shouldst not haue so long conceald from me The fire since it thou couldst not hide How often haue I said Mirtillo burnes But in a silent flame and so consumes Mi. My selfe I harmed her not to offend Curteous Ergasto and should yet be dombe But strict necessitie hath made me bold I heare a voice which through my scared eares Woundeth alas my wretched heart with noise Of Amarillis nighing nuptiall feast Who speakes ought els to me he holds his peace Nor dare I further search as wel for feare To giue suspition of my loue as for to finde That which I would not Well! I know Ergasto It fits not with my poore and base estate To hope at all a Nymphe so rarely qualifide Of bloud and spright truly celestiall Should proue my wife O no I know too well The lowlinesse of my poore humble starre My desteny's to burne not to delight Was I brought forth but since my cruell fates Haue made me loue my death more then my life I am content to die so that my death Might please her that 's the cause thereof And that she would but grace my latest gaspe With her faire eyes and once before she made Another by her marriage fortunate She would but heare me speake Curteous Ergasto If thou lou'st me helpe me with this fauour Aide me herein if thou tak'st pittie of my case Er. A poore desire of loue and light reward Of him that dies but dang'rous enterprise Wretched were she should but her father know She had bow'd downe her eares to her louers words Or should she be accused to the priest Her father in lawe for this perhaps she shunnes To speake with you that els doth loue you well Although she it conceales for women though They be more fraile in their desires Yet are they craftier in hiding them If this be true how can she show more loue Then thus in shunning you she heares in vaine And shunnes with pittie that can giue no helpe It is sound
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
time she made Elidis blest With her sweet count'nance she liberall was Of pleasing lookes to mee But thereof did My cruell fates robbe me so sodeinly That I perceiu'd it not till they were gone Whē I drawne by the power of her beauteous looke Leauing my home came hither where thou knowst My father had this poore habitacle But now the day that with so faire a spring began Come to his western bound thunders lightēs out Ah then I saw these were true signes of death Now had alas my tender father felt My not-foreseene departure and orecome With griefe fell sicke nigh hand to death Whereby I was constrained to returne Ah that returne prooued the fathers health But deadly sicknesse to the sonne for in short time I languished and pined quite away Which held me from the time the sunne had left The bull vntill his entry into Capricorne And so had still had not my pitious father sought For counsaile to the Oracle which said Onely Arcadia could restore my health So I returnd to see her that can heale My bodies griefe O Oracles false lye But makes my soule sicke euerlastingly Er. Strange tale thou telst Mirtillo though't be true The onely health to one that 's desperate Is to dispaire of health And now t' is time I goe communicate with our Corisca Go to the fountaine you there stay for me I le make what haste I can Mir. Goe happily The heauens Ergasto quith thy curtesie Sce. 2. Dorindo Lupino Siluio O Fortunate delight and care of my Faire spightfull Siluio Ah that I were As deare vnto thy cruell maister as thou art Happie Metampo he with that white hand That nippes my heart thee softly stroking feeds With thee all day and all the night he is Whilst I that loue him so sigh still in vaine And that which greeues me worst he giues thee still Kisses so sweete that had I one of them I should goe blest away I cannot choose But kisse Melampo Now if th'appie starres Of loue sent thee to me bcause thou shouldst Find out his steps Go'w whither me great loue Thee nature teacheth But I heare a horne Sound in these woods Sil Vo ho ho Melampo ho Do. If my desire deceiue me not that is the voice O my beloued Siluio that call his dogge He hath our labour sau'd Sil. Vohoho Melampo ho. Do. Doubtlesse t 's he happie Dorinda heauens Haue sent him whom thou soughtst t' is best I put The dogge aside so may I win his loue Lupino Lu. What 's your will Do. Go hide thy selfe In that same thicke and take the dogge with thee Lu. I goe Do. And stirre not till I call Lu. No more I will Do. Go soone Lu. And call you soone least hunger make The dogge beleeue I am a shoulder of mutton and so fall too Do. Go get you hence hen-hearted wretch Sil. O wretched me whither shall I goe To follow thee my deere my faithfull dogge The dales the mountaines I haue sought with care All weary now I am Curst be the beast Thou didst pursue But see a Nymphe perhaps She can tell newes of him Out vpon her T' is she that 's still so troublesome to me I must dissemble Faire and gracious Nymphe Did you my good Melampo see to day Do. I faire good Siluio can you call me faire That am not faire a whit vnto your eyes Sil. Or faire or soule did you not see my dogge Answere to this or I am quickly gone Do. Stil thou art froward vnto her that thee adores Who would beleeue that in that smooth aspect Were harboured such rugged thoughts Thou through These sauage woods and rocky hills pursu'st A beast that flies thee and consum'st thy selfe In tracing out thy greyhounds steps and me Thou shunst and dost disdaine that loues thee so Ah leaue these does that runne so fast away Take hold of me thy preordained pray Sil. Nymphe I Melampo came to seeke not to loose time Farewell Do. Do not so shun me cruell Siluio I 'le tell thee newes of thy Melampo man Sil. Thouiests Dorinda Do. Siluio I protest By that deare loue that me thy handmaid makes I know where thy Melampo is that courst the doe Sil. How did he leese her Do. Both dog and doe are in my power Sil. Both in your power Do. Why doth it grieue you then That I them hold that do adore you so Sil. Deare Dorinda quickly giue me him Do. See wau'ring child am I not fortunate When a beast and a dogge can make me deare to thee Sil. Good reason too but yet her I le deceiue Do. What will you giue me Sil. Two guilded apples Which my mother gaue me yesterday Do. I want no apples and perhaps I could Thee better-tasted giue didst thou not thus Disdaine my gifts Sil. What wouldst thou haue a kid A lambe Ah but my father giues me no such leaue Do. Nor kids nor lambes do I desire it is thy loue My Siluio which I seeke Sil. Wilt thou nought but my loue Do. Nought else Sil. I giue it thee Now my deare Nymph Giue me my dog and doe Do. Ah that thou knewst That treasures worth whereof thou seemst so liberall Or that thy heart did answere to thy tongue Sil. Heare me faire Nymphe thou euer telst me of A certaine loue I know not what it is Thou dost desire I should thee loue and so I do As farre forth as I can or vnderstand Thou callst me cruell and I know not crueltie Do. Wretched Dorinda how hast thou plast thy hopes In beautie feeling ne're a sparke of loue Thou louely boy art such a fire to me And yet burnes not thy selfe Thee vnder humane shape O◠daintie mother did the Cyprian dame Bring forth thou hast his arrowes and his fire Well knowe my breast both burnt and wounded too Get but hi◠wings vnto thy shoulders and New Cupia shal◠thou be wer 't not thy hear◠Is made of rocky frozen Isy shelfe Thou wantedst naught of loue but loue it selfe Sil. Tell me what kind of thing is this same loue Do. If in thy face I looke oh louely boy Then is this loue a paradize of ioy But if I turne and view my spirit well Then t' is a flame of deepe infernall hell Sil. Nymphe no more words giue me my dog and doe Do. Nay giue me first the loue you promised Sil. Haue I not giu'n it what a stirre is here Her to cnntent take it do what thou wilt Who doth forbid thee what wouldst thou haue more Do. Thou sow'st thy seed in sand wretched Dorinda Sil. What would you haue why do you linger thus Do. As soone as you haue got what you desire Perfidious Siluio you are gone from me Sil. No trust me Nymph Do. Giue me a pledge Sil. What pledge Do. I dare not tell Sil. And why Do. I am asham'd Sil. Are you asham'd to speake and not asham'd It to receiue Do. If you will promise me To giue it I will tell
not part from you And eu'n now thus was I thinking with my selfe Were I her soule how could she stay away so long And therewithall you came my deare and yet You do not loue your poore Corisca Am. Why so Co. Aske you why so and you a bride to day Ama. A bride Co. A bride and yet from me you keep it Ama. How should I vtter that I do not know Co. Yet wil you faine Am. You iest Co. T' is you that iest Ama. And can it then be true Co. Most certaine true Do not you know thereof Ama. I know I promist was But know not that the marriage is so neare Co. I heard it of my brother Ormin and to say the troth There is no other talke But you looke pale This newes perhaps doth trouble you Ama. It is Long since the promise past and still my mother said This day it should reuiue Co. Vnto a better life You shall reuiue for this you should be merry Why do you sigh let that poore wretch go sigh Ama. What wretch Co. Mirtillo whom eu'n now I found Readie to die and surely he had died Had I not promist him this marriage to disturbe Which though I onely for his comfort said Yet were I fit to do it Am. And did he giue coÌ„sent Co. I and the meanes Am. I pray you how Co. Easily So you thereto disposed be to yeeld Ama. That could I hope and would you giue your faith Not to disclose it I discouer would A thought which in my heart I long haue hid Co. I it disclose Ground open first thy iawes And swallow me vp by a miracle Ama. Know then Corisca when I think I must Be subiect to a child that hates that flies from me And hath no other sport but woods and beasts And loues a dogge better then thousand Nimphs I malcontented â—â—ue halfe desperate But dare not say so for respect I beare Vnto mine honestie vnto my faith Which to my father and what worser is Which to our puissant goddesse I haue giu'n If by thy helpe my faith my life both sau'd I might diuide me from this heauie knot Then shouldst thou be my health my verie life Co. If so for this thou sigh'st good reason thou Deare Amarillis hast How oft he said A thing so fare to one that can despise it So rich a lemme to one that knowes it not But you too craftie are to tell the troth What let 's you now to speake Ama. The shame I haue Co. Sister you haue a mischieuous disease I 'had rather haue the poxe the fâ—uer or the fistula But trust to me youl 'e quickly leaue the same Once do but master it and then t' is gone Ama. This shamefastnesse that nature stamps in vs Cannot be mastered for if you seeke To hunt it from your hart it shes into your face Co. O Amarillis who too wise conceales Her ill at last great folly she reueales Hadst thou but at the first discouered This thought to me thou hadst bene lose ere this Now trie Coriscaes art you could not haue Entrusted you into more subtil faithfull hands But when you shall be freed by my helpe From this same captiue husband will you not Prouide you of another Louer then Ama. At better leysure we will thinke of that Co. Trust me you cannot faithfull Mirtillo You know there is not at this day a swaine For valew honest troth and beautie worthier Of your affection And you will let him die Without so much as saying so Yet heare him once Ama. How better t' were to giue him peace stab The roote of such desire as hath no hope Co. Giue him this comfort yet before he die Ama. It rather double will his miserie Co. Leaue that to him Ama. But what becomes of me If euer it be knowne Co. Small hurt thou hast Ama. And small t'shalbe before my name it do endaunger Co. If you may faile in this then in the rest I you may faile Adiew Ama. Nay stay Corisâ—a Heare me but speak Co. No not a word vnlesse You promise me Am. I promise you so you Do tie me to nought else Co. To nothing else Ama. And you shall make him thinke I knew not of it Co. I le make him think it was by chance Am. And that I may Depart assoone as I thinke good Co. Assoone As you haue heard him speake Ama. And that he shall Quickly dispatch Co. So shall he do Ama. And that He come not neare me by my darts length neuer Co. O what a toyle t' is to reforme your simplenesse All parts sauing his tongue wee 'le surely tie Wil you ought else Am. No nothing else Co. WheÌ„ wil you do 't Ama. When you think good giue me but so much time I may go home and heare more of this marriage Co. Go. But take heed you do it warily But heare what I am thinking on To day About noone time among these shadow trees Come you without your Nimphs here shall you find Me to that end with me shal be Nerine Aglaure Elisa Phillis and Licoris all mine owne As wise as faithfull good companions Here may you now as often you haue done Play at blind buffe Mirtill will easily thinke That for your sport and not for him you came Ama. This pleaseth me but yet I would not haue Your Nimphs to heare the words Mirtillo speakes Co. I vnderstand and well aduisde let me alone I 'le make them vanish when I see my time Go and forget not now to loue your poore Corisca Am. How can I chuse but loue her in whose hands I haue reposde my life Co. So she is gone Exit Am. Small force will serue to batter downe this rocke Though she haue made defence to my assault Yet will she neuer his abide I know too well How hartie praiers of a gracious Loue Can tempt a tender wenches hart Yet with this sport I 'le tye her so shee 'le scarcely thinke it sport I 'le by her words will she or nill she spie And pierce into the bowels of her hart I 'le make me mistresse of her secrets all Then I 'le conduct her so that she shall thinke Her most vnbrideled loue and not my art Hath brought her in to play this wretched part Scene 6. Corisca Satir. O I am dead Sa. And I aliue Co. Ah turne My Amarillis turne againe I taken am Sa. Tush Amarillis heares thee not be quiet now Co. Oh me my heare Sa. I haue hunted thee so long That at the last th' art falne into my snare This is the roabe sister this is the heare Co. Speake you to me Satir Sa. I eu'n to thee Are you not that same famous Corisca that Excellent mistresse of lyes that at so deare a raâ—e False hopes fain'd lookes and lying words dost sell That hast betraied me so many waies perfidous Corisca Co. I am Corisca gentle Satir but not now So pleasing to thine eyes as I haue bene Sa. I gentle wicked
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
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
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
high heauenly skie Or rather his who did their spangled gowne So gorgious make vnto our mortall eye What hath it which a Womans beautie push not downe In his vast brow a monstrous Cicloplike It onely one eye hath Which to beholding gazers giues no light But rather doth with terrour blindnesse strike Yf it do sigh or speake t' is like the wrath Of an enraged Lion that would fight And not the skies alone but euen poore fieldes Are blasted with the flames his lightning weildes Whilst thou with Lampes most sweete And with an amorous angelicke light Of two Sunnes visible that neuer meete Dost alwayes the tempesteous troubled spright Of thy beholder quiet and delight Sound motion light that beautie doth assume State daintinesse and valew do aright Mixe such a harmony in that farre sight That skyes themselues with vanitie presume Yf lesse then Paradice those skies do shine To Paragon with thee thing most deuine Good reason hath that soueraigne creature nam'd A Man to whom all mortall thinges do how If thee beholding higher cause allow And yeeld to bee What though he rule and triumph truely fam'd It is not for high powers more worth do see In him then is in thee Either of scepter or of victorie But for to make thee farre more glorious stand Because the Conqurour thou dost commaund And sâ—'t must bee for mans humanitie Is subiect still to Beauties deutie Who will not trust this but contrary saith Let him behold Mirtilloes wondrous fayth Yet Woman to thy worth this is a staine Loue is made loue so hopelesly and vaine SCE. 1. Corisea SO fixed was my hart and whole intent In bringing of this Deere vnto the bow That I forgotten had my dearest heire That brutish villaine robd me of Oh how I grieud With such a price to purchace mine escape But t' was of force to get out of the handes Of that same senceles beast who though he haue Lesse hart then any Conny hath yet might he do Me many iniuries and many skornes I alwayes him despisd whilst he had blood In any of his vaines like a Horse-leach I suckt him still Now doth it grieue him that I haue giu'n o're to loue him still iust cause he had If one could loue a most vnlouely Beast Like hearbes that earst were got for holsome vse The iuice drawne out they rest vnprofitable And like a stinking thing we them despise So him when I had what so ere was good suckt out From him how should I vse but throw the saples trunke Vnto the dunghill heape Now will I see Yf Coridon be gotten close into the Caue What newes is this I see Sleepe I or do I wake I am assurd this Caues mouth erst was ope How close t is shut How is this auncient Stone Rould downe was it an Earthquake since Yet would I know if Coridon were there With Amarillis then car'd I little for the rest Certaine hee 's there for t is a good while since Lisetta gaue him word Who knowes the contrary T' may be Mirtillo moued with disdaine Hath done this deed hee had hee but my minde Could onely haue perform'd this rare exployte Well by the Mountaines way will I go see And learne the troth of all how it hath past SCE. 2. Dorinda Linco LInco I am assur'd thou knowst me not Lin. Who would haue thought that in these rusty rags Gentle Dorinda had been euer hid Were I some Dogge as I but Linco am Vnto thy cost I should thee know too well VVhat do I see Dor. Linco thou seest great loue VVorking effectes both strange and miserable Lin. One like thy selfe so soft so tender yet That wer't but now as one would say a babe And still me thinkes it was but yesterday Since in mine armes I had thee little wretch Ruling thy tender cryes and taught thee too To call thy Father Dad thy Mother Mamme When in your house I was a Seruant hir'd Thou that so like a fearefull Doe wa' st wont To feare earch thing before thou feltst this loue Why on a sodaine thee would scarre each blast Each Bird that stird a bush each Mouse that from Her hole did run each Leafe would make thee start Now wandrest all alone by hills by woodes Fearing no Beast that hauntes the Forrestes wilde Dor. Wounded with Loue who feares another hurt Lin. Loue had great power that could not onely thee Into a Man but to a Wolfe transeforme Dor. O Linco could'st thou but see here within There should'st thou see a lyuing Wolfe deuoure My wretched soule like to a harmeles Lambe Lin. And who 's that Wolfe Siluio Do. Ah thou hast said Lan. Thou for he is a Wolfe hast changd thy selfe Into a Wolfe because no humane lookes Could mooue his loue perhaps this beastes yet mought But tell me where had'st thou these cloathes so ragd Do. I 'le tell thee true to day I went betime There where I heard that Siluio did intend A noble hunting to the sauage Boore At Erimantus foote where Eliceit Puts vp his head not farre off from the lawnd That from the hill is seuer'd by discent I found Melâ—mpo my faire Siluioes Dogge Whose thirst I thinke had drawne him to that place I that each thing of Siluio held full deare Shade of his shape and footsteps of his feete Much more the Dogge which he so dearely lou'd Him straightway tooke and hee without adoo Like to some gentle Cade came quietly with mee Now whilst I cast this Dogge to reconuey Home to his Lord and mine hoping to make A conquest of his loue by guift so deare Behold he comes seeking his footsteps out And heere he stayes Deare Linco I will not Leese further time in telling euery thing That twixt vs past but briefly to dispatch After a heape of faigned vowes and wordes The cruell Boy fled from me straight away In ire'full mood with his thrice-happy Dogge And with my deare and sweetest sweete reward Lin. Oh desperate Siluio Oh cruell Boy What didst thou then Disdaind'st thou not his deed Dor. As if the heate of his disdaine had been Of loue vnto my hart the greatest fire So by his rage increased my desire Yet still pursuing him vnto the chace Keeping my broken way I Lupus met Heere thought I good with him to change my cloathes And in his seruile habite me to hide That mongst the Swaines I for a Swaine might passe And at my pleasure see my Silaâ—o Lin. Went'st thou to hunt in likenesse of a Woolfe Seene by the Dogges and yet returnâ—â—'st safe Domida thou hast done 〈◊〉 Do 〈◊〉 No wonder t' is the Doggeâ— could do no harme Vnto their Maisters 〈…〉 There stood I 〈…〉 sort Of neighbour 〈…〉 Rather to see the 〈…〉 At euery 〈…〉 Beast My hart did quake 〈…〉 My soule step 〈…〉 But my chiefe hope the 〈…〉 disterb'd Of that immeasurable Boore 〈…〉 Like as the rau'nous strength of 〈◊〉 storme In little time bringes trees and rockes to ground So by his tuskes
was to thee I now desire nothing but crueltie I proudly thee despi'd vpon my knees I humbly thee adore and pardon craue But not my lyfe Behold my Bowe my Shaftes Wound not mine eyes or handes th' are innocent But wound my brest monster to pittie foe To loue wound me this hart that cruell was To thee behold my brest is bare Do. Siluio I wound that brest thou hadst not need Let it be naked to mine eyes if thou desirdst I should it wound O daintie beauteous rocke So often beaten by the waues and windes Of my poore teares and sighes in vaine and is it true Thou pittie feelst or am I wretch but mockt I would not this same Alablaster skin Should me deceiue as this poore Beastes hath thee I wound thy brest t' is well Loue durst do so I aske no wore reuenge then thou shouldst loue Blest be the day wherein I first did burne Blest be my teares and all my martirdomes I wish thy prayse and no reuenge of thee But curteous Siluio that dost kneele to her Whose Lord thou art since mee thou needes wilt serue Let thy first seruice be to rise when I thee bid The second that thou liu'st for mee let heauens Worke their will in thee my hart will liue As long as thou dost liue I cannot die But if it seeme vniust my wound should be Vnpunished then breake this cruell Bowe Let that be all the mallice thou dost show Si. Oh curtuous doome and so 't shal be Thou deadly Wood shalt pay the price of others life Behold I breake thee and I render thee Vnto the Woodes a trunke vnprofitable And you my Shaftes that pierced haue the side Oâ— my faire Loue because you brothers bee I put you both togither and deliuer you Roddes armd in vaine and vainely feathered T' was true Loue tolde me late in Ecchoes voyce O powerfull tamer both of Gods and men Late enemie now Lord of all my thoughtes Iâ— thou esteemest it glory to haue mollified A proude obdurate hart Defende me from The fatall stroke of death one onely blow Killing Dorinda will me with her kill So cruell death if cruell death she proue Will triumph ouer thee triumphant loue Lin. So wounded both yet woundes most fortunate Were but Dorindaes sownd Let 's soone go seeke Some remedie Dor. Do not good Linco lead Me to my fathers house in this attire Sil. Shall my Dorinda go to other house Then vnto mine no sure aliue or dead This day I 'le marrie thee Lin. And in good time Since Amarillis hath lost life and marriage too O blessed couple O eternall Gods Giue two their liues giuing but one her health Dor. Siluio I weary am I cannot hold me on My wounded side Sil. Be of good cheere Thou shalt a burthen be to vs most deare Linco giue me thy hand Lin. Hold there it is Sil. Hold fast and with our armes wee 'le make a seate For her Sit there Dorinda and with thy right hand Hold Lincoes necke and with thy left close mine Softly my hart for rushing of thy wound Dor. O now mee thinkes I am well Sil. Linco hold fast Lin. Do not you stagger but go forward right This is a better triumph then a head Sil. Tell me Dorinda doth thy wound still pricke Dor. It doth but in thine armes my louelie treasure I hold eu'n pricking deare and death a pleasure Chorus O Sweete and golden age when Milke Vnto the tender World was meate Whose Cradle was the harmelesse Wood Their dearer partes whose grasse like silke The Flockes vntoucht did ioy to eate Nor feard the World the spoyle of blood The troublous thoughts that do no good Did not then make a cloudy vaile To dimme our sunnes eternall light Now Reason being shut vp quight Cloudes do our Wits skies ouer-haile From whence it is straunge landes we seeke for ease Ploughing with huge Oake trees the Ocean seaes This bootlesse superstutious voyce This subiect profit lesse then vaine Of toyes of titles and of sleight Whom the mad World through worthlesse choyce Honor to name doth not disdaine Did not with tyranny delight To rule our mindes but to sustaine Trouble for troth and for the right To maintaine sayth a firme decree Amonst vs men of each degree Desire to do well was of right Care of true Honor happy to be named Who what was lawfull pleasure to vs framed Then in the pastures grony shade Sweete Carroles and sharpe Madrigalâ— Were flames vnto deare lawfull Loue There gentle Nimphes and Shepheards made Thoughts of their wordes and in the dales Did Himen ioyes and kisses moue Farre sweeter and of more behoue True louers onely did enioy Loues liuely Roses and sweete Flowers Whilst Wily-craft sound alwayes showers Showers of sharpe will and wills annoy Were it in Woodes or Caues for quiet rest The name of Husband still was likâ—d best False wicked World that courrest still With thy base mercenary name The soules chiefe good and dost entice To nourish thought of newfound Will With likelihoodes 〈◊〉 againe Vnbridling euâ—â— secret vice Like to a Net layde by deuice Among 〈◊〉 Flowers and sweetâ— spread 〈◊〉 Thou cloathst vilde thoughtes in 〈…〉 Esteeming seeming goodnesse deedes By which the life with Art deceiue Nor dost thou care this Honor is thy act What theft it be so Loue may hide the fact But thou great Honour great by right Frame famous spirits in our hartes Thou true Lord of each Noble brest O thou that rulest Kinges of might Once turne thee into thâ—se our partes Which wanting thee cannot be blest Make theâ—r from out their mortall rest With mightie and with powerfull stanges Who by a base vnwarthy will Haue left to work thy pleasure still And left the worth of antiqur thinges Let 's hope our ills a truce will one day take And let our hopes not wauer no nor shake Let 's hope the setting sunne will rise againe And that the skyes when they most aarke appeare Do dravv though couer'd after vvished cleare Finis Cho. Act. 4. SCENA 1. Vranio Carino THe place is euer good where any thriues And euery place is natiue to the wise Car. True good Vranio I by proofe can tell That young did leaue my fathers house and sought Strange places out and now turne home graâ— hear'd That earst departed hence with golden lockes Yet is our natiue soyle sweete vnto him That hath his sence Nature doth make it deare Like to the Adamant whom though the Matrinet Carry farre hence sometime where as the Sunne Is borne and sometime where it dyes yet still The hidden vertue where with it beholdes The Northren Pole it neuer doth forgoe So he that goes farre from his natiue soyle And often times in straunger land doth dwell Yet he retaines the loue he to it bore O my Arcadia now I greet thy ground And welcome good Vranio for t' is meete You do partake my ioyes as you haue done my toyle Vra I may pertake your toyle but not
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
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