Art 's incapable of such a cure Hircan Yet 't is by that I make him tractable In our last Scene he so rely'd upon me That in a flying Chair I sent him home Ansel Yet more of Amaryllis Hircan Somewhat of Mysterie Made up the charm and spoil'd the Sheepherdess Then with a secret Spell's unerring power I was to force the Nymph to entertain him You know the entertainment what address He made to 's Mistriss in that interview Which mov'd her on the fiction of his death To speak and countenance his airy Fables Ansel He 's very full of them Hircan Th' are all his study But as I long to be alone again Charita who I see's arriv'd i' th' Park Is a faire obstacle to one would muse I therefore must avoid her fare ye well Ex. Ansel 'T is a dark solitory humour this SCENE II. Enter to him Charita Lucida Ansel What without Lysis beauteous Sheepherdess Char. The Nymph i' th' Hall at leisure entertains him Where Maugre all his love respect retaines him But why doth Hircan shun us with such cares Ansel Faith he 's injurious to Charita's beauty Char. But I le be satisfied since 't has no witness Lucid 'T is solitude that busies all his care And any pastime that 's without himself Is a great torment to his musing minde Ansel You will not find it in that kind consent to Lucid. Which he gives freely to an happy Lover Montenor Lucid Sister pray admire with me to Charita That Plain which gives us here so sweet a prospect Char. But Sister there is mystery in this language Does your mind wander with your eyes or no What you blush Lucid Pish away Char. Well I pardon The so secret disorder of your heart I fine to Anselm Lucid You credit then this Barber's talk Ansel No no give no belief to what I say Farewell I le seek one that in this affaire Shall have more Rhetorick to perswade you I At least am sure upon such pleasing terms Montenor rather will hear me than you Exit SCENE III. Manent Charita Lucida Char. But Sister is he gone without more words Lucid I endure all from you who onely seek To laugh Char. Indeed but let us speak in earnest Let 's call him back again t' explain himself Lucid Wherefore should I desire his explanation Char. Oh the sad Vertue that now stings thy mind Doth Montenor in all his service to you Shew mean effects of an indifferent zeal Lucid If I believe his sighs I reign in 's soul Char. Doubtless you are ingrateful to his flame Lucid And wherefore should his hopes by me be flatter'd Can he be ignorant of what 's my desires If he hath gain'd my Brother what needs more Char. Indeed this modest answer fits our times It 's worthy you and I my selfe esteem it But 'mong our selves let 's lay by all disguise Confess with me our mindes are easily Led thither whither we desire to go And that they need not struggle for obedience When as our Duty and our Love agree But when that Love which does command in chief Finds in that Duty that which would depress it It quickly cures us of that ancient errour Which would debarre us to dispose our hearts No no if Montenor could not have pleas'd you Ye would not in that choice believe a brother Your flames would finde a very weak support If they were fed but by another's order Lucid You do assault me with such cunning that At length you force me to confess my weakness I love him and my heart before possest With love's perplext Char. Is the great secret out And why should love in this our age in us Be weakness and a vertue in the men Why should we blush at our so faultless flames Do we want eyes to see or hearts to love I know that ancient modesty requir'd We should seem shie even at the name of Love And if a servant do pretend to court us We must cry out before we hear him speak But though w'impose a silence on these sweets We nothing lesse seek than obedience And any servant would court us but ill Who to talk Gazets should suppress his love Those kinde refusalls to hear no such language Are but faire invitations to say more In fine we all desire that they should love us And often run by secret plots to meet them Lucid Gods you know all Char. More happily than you But your desires contented make less shew Yet since that love is ready now to fix you I le gather flowers to compose your Garland Lucid If Love oblige you to compose a Garland He 'l give it by your hands to Clarimond And see how full of joy he comes to take it Char. And yet in love Lucida must know nothing Lucid No I know nothing but the common rule going out That to two Lovers any third 's a trouble Exit SCENE IV. Enter Clarimond Smiling as he approaches Charita 'T is she I see her gath'ring heaps of Flowers In this ennamell'd Park of divers colours Char. Th' approach is Past'rall but my new Filene I 've right to answer as your cruell Sylvia Take heed Clar. How carelesly you heare these lines Without a thought of him that lent 'em me He was unhappy but I hope I shall Once touch the heart of my fair Sheepherdesse Char. 'T is not of stone and your continuall cares Deserve esteem perhaps a little more But whither can the flames that rule us go Somtimes we wish a Lover would daign it That he may force our hearts and that his fires Surprized by a look may read the secrets Clar. Too happy Clarimond what canst pretend Char. Let not our want of understanding make us Mistake and if your freedome answers mine Let 's divide Philiris from Clarimond Clar. But what proceedings yours can equalize To make one happy and reject the other Char. You easily may guess the reason one 's A Courtier t'other is a simple Sheepherd For me if I may their defence assume I ever lov'd the freedome of the Sheepherds Those cheating outsides of your begging sighs Those so well studyed languishing aspects Those affectations of a wandring minde Are not the colours which their love appeares in They expresse themselves in a serener aire And when they vow they love they love indeed And in the sweet transports of guiltlesse flames They promise nothing which the heart denies And so when kindly Philiris assur'd me That ore his captiv'd heart I reign'd alone Not fearing to be sacrific'd to fraud I told him that I something did believe But farre from a resolve to flatter him In his desires If Clarimond spake thus With more reserve and more retention Clar. Oh pray pursue not a discourse that kils me And since his freedom answers for his faith Let Philiris now speak for Clarimond For he will keep his passion very secret If Philiris dares not to interpret it Under that borrowed name which he assumes He opens you his soule and
Scaena prima Enter Lucida Montenor like a Sheepherd Lucid A Little complaisance and Sheepherds habit Seeme to engage you in designes of Love But pray no more of this disguise with me Impose not this constraint upon your selfe And believe without speaking more of Love Your worth 's sufficient to gaine esteeme Monten Hath the mild violence of a love so pure So little power to perswade you then And since your faire eyes set me all a fire T' avow it is complacencie enough Lucid Thus credulous Spirits are too easy taken And though men are all Ice they 'l sweare they burne But this discourse of fire proves little heat The more you say the lesse I do believe Mon. Your humour 's contrary to Lovers hopes How can you know their flames if they keep silence And if they speake they are believ'd deceitfull Lucid Love hath an ideome to explaine it selfe I' th' midst of silence it speaks and perswades And its least motion 's fill'd with Eloquence One sigh oft in a moment utters much He must speake low whom th' heart not understands Mon. If th' heart so well Love's language apprehend Would yee have clearer evidence of mine My heart hath sigh't an hundred times near you My languishing as often hath declar'd it And daring not t' express the wounds you gave me I oft strove to interpret with mine eyes But their sad looks could not express their story And though some foolish hope may dare presume The cunning'st sighs have but dumb Eloquence If th' heart consent not to its own surprize Nor can their correspondence well consist If Love perswade them not to lend an eare Lucid Then that 's the cause I have not understood What you pretend your sighs have signified But two or three piping and dying groanes Have often prov'd false pleadings of true love And since you see I understand it not You happily do seek advantage by it Mon. Doubt not an Heart so subject to your Lawes Be witnesse all you Trees within these Groves How oft alas there seeking solitude I 've entertain'd them with my sighs and groanes How oft I 've boasted of that glorious power Your eyes in secret practice on my soule How oft rehearst the wounds their beames have given me Lucid When they tell me so I le believe my share Mon. Cruel is this then all that I can now Lucid Hircan's my Brother I depend on him Mon. Judge better of my flame and know though 't is Extreame 't will ow your heart to none but you And that 't will use in the pursuit none but Lucid Peace Montenor the company is coming SCENE II. Enter to them Angelica Anselme Charita Ang. Sheepherds believ 't my joy 's beyond compare To Mon. and Lucid. To see you so well act the Sheepherds part Blush not Lucida Phillis and Lycidas Were often wont to single out each other And great Diana nere refus'd to talk With Paris or Syliander from the rest Lucid You make a just construction yet I doubt Who ere accuses me may do the same If Polidor's discourse had pleas'd you lesse You would perhaps have sooner found us out Mont. Sister she hits you home with her reply To Angel Angel Sh 'as reason I confesse for what she sayes Our coming sooner might have more disturb'd ye Had he had nothing private to say to me Char. Thus may all four methinks live full content Mean while I have my share among ye too While sweets on sweets are heaped up for you I 'm fain to entertain my selfe with thoughts Angel Yet we are taught to understand thy worth Whose beauty has this day begot such Rivals Char. Build not so much upon anothers ruine My time perhaps may come as well as yours Angel I were an Infidel if I should doubt it Since Clarimond becomes a Sheepherd for thee Char. Knowing that for my sake our foole thus sighs He ought at least to swear 't for laughters sake Yet faith let him dissemble as he please Wee 'l see at last how well he will escape Angel Thou never speak'st to thine own disadvantage Char. I hate the foolish use of a false vertue Who from himselfe expects nought nought receives Methinks our Rival-Sheepherds tarry long Ansel 'T is here that Lysis leads his Flock to feed And we shall see him here ere it be long Angel He has a Language may be call'd his own Ans. His discourse heretofore was lesse unsmooth But since he Virgil read in Bumbast verse His Tongue is laden with Fantastique Words And thinks that all the Gods speak just the same And concludes that the best of Dialects Angel He has an empty skull Char. So dull a head That he could not discern me by my voice When I instead of Echo answered him Mon. Can he endure your jesting being mad But hist I heare him sing Lucid Pray hide your selves And be spectators of our raillery I le give him now his belly-full of Love Angel Nay hold pray first let 's heare his courtly Aire They all hide themselves behinde the Trees except Lucida who accosts him after he hath sung SCENE III. Lys. When Love to two united hearts sings The sweets of prudent flames imparts How pleasant 't is the Crook to beare How sweet of Sheep to have the care Thus sitting by a Chrystall brook A Sheepherd sung whom love had strook To love a Sheepherdesse how sweet How pleasant 't is when Loves do meet Lucid Faire object of my flames and my misfortune May this day prove more blest to Thee than Me Lys. In vain thy flame troublesome Sheepherdess Doth claime a compliment not meant to thee Lucid When wilt thou cease thus to make War upon me And lay aside these scornes that break my heart Lys. When Elmes shall the embrace of Ivy flie And rav'nous Wolves with Lambs live peacefully Lucid Though thy severity doth still encrease I le be the same that ever I profest Lys. Ixion heretofore embrac'd a Cloud And so Lucida may embrace the Wind. Lucid The raging Seas at last will leave their fury So may thy hatred have a time to cease Lys. As Rocks unshaken stand against those billows So is my heart unmoved by thy love Lucid For Pan's sake Sheepherd and the Hamadriads Refuse me not a civil entertainment Lys. If they the maladies of Love can cure Th' hadst best go offer up thy vowes to them Lucid 'Mong Scythians fierce at thy Nativity Thy heart was fill'd with Ice nothing can thaw it Lys. Derive me if thou wilt from Caucasus So thou no more disturb me with thy Love Lucid May thy best Sheep be left a prey to Wolves If thus to rigour thou expose my Soule Lys. I 'l suffer them to come within my folds When thou shalt have possession of my heart Lucid Thou Tyger nurst up by a Tygress fierce Thy proud disdaine will open me my grave Lis. So farre am I from a designe to kill thee I never had a thought to touch thy skin Lucid Thou dost
the fatall influence of your starres Lys. This Metamorphosis is very Past'rall So once Austraea did embrace Alcais Not knowing that 't was Celadon disguis'd But to appeare a Maid indeed how shall I Be rid of this excrescence of my beard How shall I this correct Hircan That 's a slight Scruple Oh let thy beard alone feare nothing I Can by my Art give thee the countenance Of a yong Sheepherdesse extremely faire Thy maine so modest and thy port so taking Charita scarce can be a minute from thee Then judge thy happiness shee 's sure thine own Lys. What priviledge shall I have thus disguis'd I am impatient till it be accomplisht Hircan Let 's to my Palace to begin the work The end of the second Act Actus tertius Scaena prima Enter Angelica Hircan Angel I See at length that Lysis company Hath power to draw you from your solitude Allowing us excuse for our disguises While you partake of our divertisement Hircan I must confesse his folly is so pleasant It much exceeds all that is spoken of him For my part I much wondred when I saw My Sister was a Sheepherdesse for him And certain pastimes which she then pursu'd Scarce could I yeild to such a low design But things unknown with injury are censur'd And Lysi humour is so pleasing to me That were not by 's error pre-engag'd I could resolve to take the Crook up too But yet I hope to make you all confesse There is some pleasure in a Druyd's part Angel You onely study then to come off well In Comedies variety is pleasant And I am confident this will be so Some Sheepherds I a Nymph you Conjurer Hircan But yet t is have made the best adventure Angel Yes doubtless it will be an excellent Scene When to appeare a Maid hee I thank't enough To imitate the Gestures and the Habit. Hircan Yet I did nothing but with Ceremony I pray'd to Tharamis invoakt his Genius Then casting round my eyes to ev'ry place Thrice to the East I fixt my countenance And thus with a grimme look without ought else Remov'd all obstacles to Transmutation The Sheepherd is disguis'd without suspition And th' better to assist me to delude him The Metamorphosis was finisht as Montenor with my Sister did arrive Who instantly perceiving my designe So well reserv'd their countenance they treat Him for a Maid without the last suspition And thus out enterprise succeeded rarely Angel Faith you provide us very excellent sport Hircon Il't ravish not at least 't will make ye laugh But now to personate the Sheepherdesse Faire Nymph you know what t is we have to doe Angel Yes I know well of what me must accuse him Hir. Sure hee 'l be very desparate in 's defence When I to aid him shall employ my engine The Hall is most convenient for the purpose 〈◊〉 troubles represented here 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 pretty lights to my invention SCENE II. Enter to them Clarimond Charita Angel I thought I 'd lost ye and was much perplext Clar. We took the Aire upon the Fountain's side While you and Hircan have resolved how Extravagant Lysis must be entertain'd Angel And did the breath of Zephyrus delight ye Clar. My Sheepherdess did make it pleasant to me Angel Your cares are constant Char. D' ye wonder at it Did ever any see me and forsake me Angel Clarimond gives good evidence of that Char. To whom more justly could he render homage I dare engage with less baits heretofore Fauns were from Woods by Sheepherdesses drawn I have a quick sweet look Angel And a vain humour Char. Not without reason I come from the Fountaine Whose moving Christall since I have consulted A little vanity may be allow'd me Angel Sure it flatter'd Char. Not so much as you think But guesse whom I am like in our Romances What 's rare there by a Past'rall pencill drawn Is all but Copy I 'm th' Originall In this disguise I 'm nothing but is lovely I surpasse Philis if not equall Astrea Angel You highly prize your selfe in my opinion Hircan Charita is too faire to speak otherwise The best of Beauties may commend it selfe Char. So wise a Druyde Who would not believe Clar. I credit but my heart in this great Truth But as y 'ave no defects so be not cruell And to my perfect love vouchsafe to grant A favour to adorne my Crook this shall Suffice He snatches at a Ribbon and Charita stops his hand Angel What doth this Sheepherd from Arcadia Expresly come to honour you in Brie And you refuse him that Y' are strangely cruell Char. Can he complain I give when he demands giving him a knock Clar. Willingly Char. Yes frankly Philiris without disguise Provided Clarimond have no share in it Clar. Why that Reserve so contrary to my vowes Explaine your selfe for Love-sake Char. It needs not Clar. But in fine Char. No more here 's Montenor SCENE III. Enter to them Montenor Hircan Well gentle Sheepherd Mon. Sister do you think To Angelic Lysis the Sheepherdesse is come to see you Lucida brings her and you faire Charita I pray prepare your selfe to entertain her Char. Be confident I will doe what I can He is confirm'd then of his Transformation Mon. He relies wholly upon Hircan's skill Angel We then shall see th' effects Where left ye him Mon. Some thirty paces hence I came before Hircan I le go then and prepare what 's to be done It 's very necessary I withdraw Lest if he finde me here he should suspect My art that hitherto has hit so well I must appeare like a Magician here Ex. Angel That you may then avoid him go this way I heare Lucida's tongue th' are in the court What do you ow to this excess of Love To Charita Char. In Pastorals I shall be very famous Mon. Anselm knowes nothing of this Raillery Angel He 'll be surpriz'd then with the more delight Let 's here our Sheepherdess's complement See there she is SCENE IV. Enter to them Lucid. and Lysis like a Sheepherdesse Char. A very comely person Angel Fie laugh no more in faith you 'l spoile the Scene All contain your selves Lucid Fair Nymph to whom the Gods To Angel The most mysterious Secrets doe impart In this unhappy Maid you see the Signes Of griefs which they have destin'd you to heale Thus saith great Hircan and I took the care Following his order to conduct her hither Ang. She is most welcom from so great a Druyde embracing Lysis Ly. You much oblige a distress'd Sheepherdess imitating the voice and gesture of a maid Who will conclude her cruel fate most mild If she may have that blessing to be with you And that is all she begs Char. Grant her desire To live among us Nymph she is prepar'd If you love our content refuse her not Most taking person Angel She has excellent features Char. What you say nothing To Clarimond Clar. I know what I think My debt to you impos'd this silence on me
speaks his heart And his pure flame aspiring to extreams When he does say he loves he loves you truly Char. This satisfies not what I ow my self To dare to credit Clarimond on his Faith No no 't is for his honour he sweares to me That nothing's comparable to what he suffers But all that I can do mine not engag'd Is to endure complaint and not believe Clar. Are you then doubtfull of so true a flame Char. To wish it so I am too just for know I Clarimond do understand at Court 'T is Vertue quaintly to dissemble Love That it is gallant to declare to all You are a friend to th' Brown as well as Faire And without giving bounds to your desires Your sighs can menage as you see occasion Clar. Oh cease to injure the sincerest flame That purest love ere kindled in a soule Do I insensible of constant love On all occasions divide my heart And sigh in every place at any object Char. I know that nothing s easier than to say so And flatter thus our foolish vanity That breeds in us too much credulity Clar. Thus to persist so long in vain alarms Is to distrust the power of your Beauty 'T is true to please an hundred sev'rall objects Men may dissemble wounds they never had That it is easie still to say I love you But you may know 't is not the same with you And 't is impossible to see your face And say I love you and not love you truly Char. And would you have me to believe you now But see our Foole Clar. Base hindrance to my Joy Char. To vex him for the mischief he hath done you I will abuse him with pretended sleep Farewell leave me alone I think 't is best That you and I be not surpriz'd together Clar. But Char. Leave me I say or I shall break with you She lies down upon the grasse pretending to sleep Clar. And must this foole disturb such pleasing minutes But to please my Charita I le avoid him And let her sport with his extravagance Exit SCENE V. Enter Lysis Charita Ly. Sweet places where my Sun beneath your shade Having scorch'd me repairs to take the aire Though to be lightned be your great advantage Yet suffer a poore Sheepherd to share with you Hide not Charita from th' most ardent but Gods I 'm deluded or I see her sleeping 'T is she oh happiness hush gentle Zephyrs Breath without noise my Goddess is asleep I must advance but slowly lest I wake her Trees let your leaves be silent for a while Ye Brooks stand still and you ye foolish Bees That buzze so busily about her eares Fly hence touch not the Roses which I see My fairest hath no flowers but for me kneeles by her How happy 's Morpheus O transcendent beauty In the worlds fairest eyes to have his Palace How he tasts Nectar sweet and most delicious And how his happinesse thy Sheepherd envies Oh if 't were lawful but thou insolent Fly Which on that fairest Nose presum'st to sit I le make thee know what 't is beating away the Flie he strikes her on the face which she pretends wakes her Char. Gods how you use me Why did you not awake me gentlier Ly. Oh! Pardon an act of justice to my Flame Which thought it duty so to sacrifice Ch. What have you caus'd me suffer by that blow Ly. Love seldom gives a wound he cannot cure But though you feel some little pain by that Yet might that cursed Fly have stung you for You know that once Eudoxa Char. She did well But if it were her fault it is not mine Ly. At least for pity-sake leaning towards her Char. What Sheepherd Ly. Cruel Thou daily dost permit the Sun to kiss thee And will not suffer that this amorous heart Should by thy snow seek to refesh his heat Char. The sad condition that your heart is in Ly. Thy hand of milk congeal'd may make the proof kissing her hand Char. Good Gods Ly. Absolve a Lover from that error I know the love of Sheepherds should be chast But yet their soules sometimes may be transported And Nature of her self is vitious Char. Oh how the impure flames I finde in you Constraine me to regrate my Amaryllis Ly. Amaryllis Char. Oh! Ly. Did you love her Char. I love her More though she 's absent than I do my self That I might see her Ly. That you may easily Remove what hides her from thy abused eyes See here thy Sheepherd Char. What is' t you would say Ly. That Amaryllis onely breaths in me And my excessive love that could not be Prevented made me change my sex to see thee Char. You would have chang'd to force the obstacles Ly. That 's nothing Love works many other wonders Char. Was it you then that in so neat a way Under a Womans habit did deceive us You that sage Hircan rescued from the fire Ly. 'T was I 't was Lysis thou light of my soule How ought'st thou then to prize such rare attempts Char. Go guilty Sheepherd go approach me not After an act so shamefull and so base Ly Oh you would try me Char. No do not believe it I hate a Sheepherd whose besotted love Shall dare to borrow aid from magick arts Heaven shall revenge me on thy injuries Fly then from hence fly far from these our coasts And thus polluted with the greatest crimes Ne're shew thy self to my incensed eyes T is my last order Ex. Ly. Lestrigonian Beauty More fierce than is the Asp or Dragon come Feast if my death can satisfie thy rage Thy flesh-devouring eyes with that sweet sight SCENE VI Enter to him Montenor Mon. Wherefore doth Lysis mourn Ly. Oh Sheepherd tremble For all the Gods confederate against us Thou ne're shalt see the Sun to set again The Woods shall be afire the Rivers dry Meddowes shall lose their flowers Echo be silent In fine all is destroy'd Charita's angry Mon. Gods Ly. Didst not see her violent transport It was a Tygresse with her sparkling eye Yet Montenor I must confesse that I Never did yet behold so faire a Tygresse And that her fiercenesse something had of grace Even when she did pronounce my banishment Mon. Ah could she banish thee Ly. With great injustice Mon. Why dost afflict thy self Be crosse as she Thou sure canst change thy vowes if she be chang'd Ly. No I le attend th' afflicted Lovers Fate Whom when the Gods to such rude storms expose Toucht with their miseries they oft transform them Mon. That once was good Ly. And so continues still For wherefore should the Arm o' th' Gods be shortned No Mercurie this night came with his wand To let me understand their pleasure towards me And I must change my form Mon. On that great Hope Thou scorn'st Charita and no more wilt see her Ly. Would you that I provoke her with my presence Yet I may see the place where she inhabits And here at distance mounted on this Tree With my
then give them Lawes Clar. They know me well and tremble under me Ly. kneels Great Deity of these our sacred Groves Accept the homage of thy prostrate Sheepherd For 't is to Pan I speak who in my love T' assist me is thus purposely disguis'd Thy more than humane looks makes that too cleare Pardon me that I knew thee not before Henceforth upon thy Sacred Altars I Will daily offer-store of Milk and Wine And every Month will choose the fattest Lamb Of all my Flocks to be thy Sacrifice Clar. What meane you Sheepherd Lys. Suffer me this day Cl. You injure Pan to worship Me for him Observe Mee well for such a Festivall I doe both want his Hornes and cloven-feet Lys. Your mortall habit hides Divinity SCENE III. Enter to them Adrian Adr. Ah Foole art there Lys. turning about Couz Adrian Is' t you Adr. Yes it is I 'me tormented with thy follies Art thou come hither then to play thy pranks Would thou wer 't safe i' th' Hospitall of Fooles Lys. rising Peace give me leave my reasons to alledg For that should be the refuge of us all This gracious Sheepherd here shall be our Judge Deciv'd with his perfections I e'en now Took him for Pan disguised like a mortall Nay look you to 't he hath the countenance If not of Pan of Mercury or Cupid Adr. Oh Heaven what Folly what Extravagance Lys. You blame the Sheepherds but alas too blindly Is any life more full of sweets than this Is not their Name as antient as the World And when Deucalion would mankinde restore Out of the first Stone he a Sheepherd made And Kings of old whom I am proud to follow Made their Sons Sheepherds as the way to live The Gods on Earth have often ta'ne that habit And great Apollo kept Admetus Sheep And even those wandring Starrs we see above Are Beasts that feed within those shining plaines And who are fit to keep them but the Gods Then for our Sheep what is of greater worth We feed upon them sheare them and receive The yearly tribute of their wealthy fleeces And as they say the more to be ador'd Iove once transform'd himselfe into a Ram And Greece ne're knew a nobler enterprize Then when the Argonauts fetch't home the fleece 'T is the first Sacrifice was made to Pan. This is to let you know Couz Adrian That though the World revile it yet to lead Our Flocks to feed 's a noble exercise And to what serves your tedious noyse of Cities Of Merchants Officers or Advocates Read Iulietta and then tell me if Arcadia ever knew such names as these They all were Sheepherds and liv'd free from care And I would have them here to be so govern'd Beleeve me Cousin leave your City trades Let us together dresse our Pastures bring Your Wife your Children here you 'l live at ease Shee shall a Sheepherdesse they Sheepherds be And we will all in perfect pleasures live And to the Bag-pipe under Elmes wee 'le dance Adr. Ah Sir you see to what a strange excesse This poore Phrenetick Spirit is transported How much extravagance Lys. turning from them My deare Charita If thou dost kill me give me life againe He retires to a corner of the Stage where he lies downe Cl. While he talkes to himselfe be pleas'd to tell me The hidden cause of that which troubles him I finde his frantick fits of a strange nature Adr. It 's the issue of a vaine and cursed reading His Father was a Merchant and Citizen Of Paris and being rich look't on him onely And thinking to provide for him an Office T' adorne his innocent and harmlesse minde Caus'd him to Study where all that he learn't Was to o'rethrow that little wit he had He read Romances onely and believ'd them Admir'd all the Sheepherds fain'd adventures And his weake braine by those vaine fables did So soon descend in th' Aire of Love and Beauty That in a year or two he thus besotted Would wilfully assume this present habit 'T was labour'd with much reason to convince him But he still talkt of Sheep and of his Crook Yet studied more but thought lesse of his office And though he still persisted in his frenzy Yet was it worse when his good Father dy'd The Romance of Astraea was then publish't Where reading Hylas and Sylvander's jarres His braine being very soft in such a case He needs would be their judge and heare them plead And so resolv'd to goe into the Forrests And had not I still caus'd him to be follow'd He doubtlesse more had credited his booke Than our advice His Frenzy still continuing He oft would lock himselfe into his Chamber Where without let pursuing his wilde fancies I 've heard him act the Sheepherds part alone In fine the Mode of these Romances ceasing His minde a long time seemed lesse distracted And certainly that Heat began to coole Had he not haunted Comedies last Winter When earnest oft to see their Amaryllis H' againe reviv'd his thoughts of Flocks and Crooks He drew me too to see that cursed Play And cry'd at ev'ry line O wonderfull Scarce could he keep himselfe within his skin All seem'd so ravishing so rarely new Never was Man there more intent than He 'T was Acted and he there an hundred times So that imbark'd againe by their leud babling And finding time to make his bundle ready And all trust up he early in a morning Came hither thus to act his foolish part But I shall put such Fetters on him that He shall no longer thus dishonour us Cl. His humour 's troublesome but yet take heed Lest your confining him should breake his quiet A Prison's terrible to soundest mindes And the diseas'd it oft exasperates Adr. 'T is true but what amendment can I hope Cl. If you 'l advise with me let him alone What do'st concerne you here Y' are farre from Paris Let him accomplish what he has design'd Let him pursue this Sally of his thoughts Perhaps a week or so may cure his folly And he not finding in a Sheepherd's life The fancied pleasures that entic'd him to it It may more easie prove to make him see The errour which his books did first create Adr. Well for a day or too I 'le leave him then Although I came by chance into this place And have gone very farre to finde him out M' affaires engage me to a quick returne Th' are pressing and of great importance to me Ex. Cl. Farewell I 'le have a care he shall not wander SCENE IV. Enter to them Anselme in the habit of a Sheepherd Lysis lying still talking to himselfe Cl. H' as left us here inestimable treasure Was ever fool of a more pleasant humour But what illusion 's this surprizeth me What i' st is all the world turn'd foole like him Ans. What! Clarimond it seems does hardly know me Cl. Oh Heavens in what a shape dost thou appear I' st Anselme Ans. Yes I 'me Anselme still for you But my
Romantick Name is Polidore Cl. D' ee act a part in some new Comedy Or hath this Foole involv'd you in his follies Ans. You know him then Clar. Arriv'd here yester-night I 've almost learnt already his full story Himselfe did spend much time t' informe me in it But there is one Charita much in 's thoughs Who 's that rare Object Ansel I 'm pleas'd with this surprize You name Charita and ask who she is Clar. What is' t that faire One now with Angelica Her Cousin Ansel The same 't is she that wounds him Clar. Being entangled in such easie chaines Although his thoughts did erre his eye did not But since this beauty is the same Charita Whose merits I have oft proclaim'd at Paris I 'd gladly share the incomparable sport This day to be a Sheepherd and his Rival Induc'd to this disguise by your example Ansel Faith do not wonder that you see me thus T is Angelica's power over me Her service is so sweet a Law to me That knowing Pastorals did alwaies please her I 'm made a Sheepherd Charita a Sheepherdess She likewise acts her part but one more gentle For her among us we have made a Nymph Clar. This needs must be as pleasant as t is rare But I must let her know what I intend She being a Nymph we all must seem to court her Lys. Ah! crying out awaking from a dead sleep Ansel What aile ye Sheepherd running to him Lys. 'T was a stretch of Love I thought my soule was quitting its abode Musing upon that fairest faire Charita Ansel Indeed th' are pleasant thoughts and worthy of you But we must leave you in so sweet a rapture Farewel the Heavens have care of what concerns you Ex. Lys. Courteous Sheepherds Pan have you in his keeping SCENE V. Enter to him Charita in the habit of a Sheepherdesse Lys. Faire Birds which daily in the Aire do move And singing praise the Object of my Love What equall to her merits do you see appearing among the Trees Ch. What doe's this Fool alone what are his thoughts Lys. But I to mutes in vaine my speed apply I 'de better speak to th' Eccho of these groves Who oft to reason with us Sheepherds love's sitting down behinde a Tree Ch. I 'le be his Eccho 't will be a rare Scene Lys. Nymph I of Love unheard-of torments beare I 've often spoke it did'st thou never heare Ch. Here Lys. Good She replies but since my griefs by chance Are known how shall I cure their great abundance Ch. Dance Lys. Well sing or Whistle and I 'le daunce with you Charita sayes she loves me is it true Ch. True Lys. But I can nought obtaine though I ne're cease T' entreat her ease the paines that me oppresse Ch. Presse Lys. Well said I 'le now beleeve thee 't shall be done rising And to demand her aide I 'le straitway run Ch. Run Lys. Farewell So may thy minion ev'ry day Narcissus visit thee where e're thou stay Ch. Stay Lys. Stop me did'st thou not say my torments by Her sight should all be cured happily Ch. I-ly Lys. Leave jesting and my cruell paines abate What must I hope for then her love or hate Ch. Her hate Lys. What shall I doe alas if weeping I Cannot her minde appease sad Tragedy Ch. Dy Lys. But what death shall I choose if so abhor'd I begge her aide and she will none accord Ch. A-cord Lys. A Cord ah you surprize me now you know I have no Cord but that on Cupids bow Nymph is not that the Cord for which you call Answer Ch. No 't is a Cord to hang thy selfe withall Lys. Foolish and sottish Nymph you prate too much Whence comes this humour in you are you drunk Or knowing th' art lesse faire than my Charita Envy or shame hath made thee talke so fast I see her my faire Starre Charita enters the Stage Ch. What are you doing Lys. Before a Goddess men ought thus to kneel kneels And ever with all reverence receive The influence of her Divine aspects Ch. No Sheepherd no I hate all such respects These adorations may seem good at Paris But here men ought to live in a full freedom Lys. 'T is true 't was ever granted unto Sheepherds Oh high design and rare inspir'd by love To quit foul Paris for this pleasant place What a delicious life shall we enjoy The Gods themselves the Gods do envy us Sometimes assembled we shall laugh and dance Sometimes we shall retire againe alone Sitting sometimes in shades sometimes on Fearne Where thou shalt call Me Sheepherd and I Thee My Sheepherdess and placing Love between us Play at a thousand pretty little games And sometimes gather Charita my soul Help help thy Sheepherd that 's now swooning ah Cruel dost thou recoile Ch. Have I not reason If you should swoon your fall may crush me too To me your body does not seem so light But that it well may hurt your Sheepherdess Lys. Go th' art inhumane and I now perceive Th' ast no remorse for all th' ill th' ast done me Thy heart 's of Brass Steele Marble and of Stone Char. What have I done that merits this reproach Have I that I should now be thus abus'd Provok'd you by neglect or have I scratch'd you Lys. Yes but you have no sense malignant Beauty The nailes of your aspect do daily claw me And the sharp rayes of your so glittering looks Have given me here a wound will nere be heal'd Char. 'T is true their force is somewhat terrible Yet do not think the wound 's incurable I le cure you but farewell untill anon Lys. Hard Anaxarete art gone so soon See how thine Iphis grieves at thy departure Char. I hast to finde the Sheepherdesse Lucida Th' expect her at the Nymph's Lys. Thou mak'st me tremble Why dost thou aggravate so great a grief Char. D' ee feare to see her Lys. Ah! I 've cause to feare No Sheepherd hath more reason to complaine I fly what me pursues and love what flies me Char. You still are angry when she followes you But oft disdaine conceales a reall flame And y' are more tractable perhaps in private Lys. With her in private no believe me faire One The heart of Lysis is so chain'd to thee That thou shalt have it chast pure and unmixt Entire and sooner than I le turn to change Or other beauty shall have power t' ensnare me Rivers shall run revolted from the Seas Those liquid Courts shall want their Nayaedes The Hamadriades and the Faunes forsake The Woods and all the World new Orders take And Wolves against the Doggs our Flocks defend Char. This solemne Oath hath given me faith at once Farewell kinde Sheepherd Lys. Sheepherds Farewell My heart 's committed to you have a care on 't Go my dear Lambs seek Pasture farther off For Sol's too scorching rayes by shining here Hath burnt the grass and left these places bare The end of the first Act Actus secundus
Beauty shall discover Whose Image in thy Dream made thee a Lover He riseth and as it were suddenly surprized with a new light continues his addresse to Charita But Gods What see I now What rayes of light That in an instant thus unseele mine eyes Oh Sheepherdess 't is you that thus have charm'd me Your wonderfull Idea 't was thus inflam'd me You are the lovely object of my sighs You who Ly. Soft Sheepherd you are pleas'd to say so Goe to Arcadia there to act your Trances Charita is my Mistris Clar. And mine too Char. This heat is very quick Clar. Yet 't is extream Ly. Pitty thy selfe for Heaven's sake honest Sheepherd If I 'm thy Rivall what hope's left for thee Cla. Some promise to themselves more than they get Ly. My flame as the more ancient shall pervaile Clar. That which I feel is full as great as thine T is more than three yeares since my heart was wounded Angel Gods how this wonder does amaze my thoughts What sayes Lucida Lucid The Sheepherd does deserve For all these services Charita's love And to possesse her heart Ly. What you plead for him Ah Nymph I die at least am very near it Clar. To lose no time in frivolous disputes Let 's see what deeds will answer all these words My passion prompts me to a glorious project Charita is the object of our Loves And both of us sigh equally for her And since the cause of our dispute 's so faire Let Combat here decide it in her sight And shew which of us doth deserve her best She shall be judge Ly. Agreed it shall be so Renounce her for a few dry bangs o' th' Crook aside Char. You will be Conqueror To Lys. Ly. I do not doubt it If thy faire eye stand second to mine arm Pan give the victory to my boundlesse love And I will hang his Crook between thy Horns Sheepherd prepare thy self As he puts himselfe into a posture to fight with his Crooke Clar. drawes out a Sword hid within his Crook But what means this A sword Art mad thus to defend thy self Clar. T' enjoy Charita you must take my life Think of death onely Ly I have no such thought I 'm a Sheepherd of Honour and no Murtherer Besides though I were nere so stout in fight What can my Sheepherd arm against a sword Ans. Courage brave Sheepherd I will make 'em equal Taking likewise a Sword out of his Crook presents it Lys. Too happy to oblige the best of Lovers Ly. Oh Villain Sheepherds with their iron tooles aside Ansel Here take this sword Ly. Not I. Mon. Desperate Lysis Refuse a Combate for Charita's sake Why all the world must know this cowardize Ly. And why I 've heart enough to serve my turn But Mon. But what Ly. What need ye press me farther I le not infringe our customes for a world Ansel What custome is' t you mean Ly. Where can you shew me That ever any Sheepherds fought with Swords Mon. Yes once Filander for Diana fought Ly. True to secure her from prophane assaults But yet he fought with Slings and to his cost Angel W 'ave said too muh t' excite this Sheepherds valour His want of love appeares to faire Charita For his refusall gives her up and quits her Brave stranger come the victory is yours Clar. How much that sweet Decree makes me your Debter Angel And thou ingrateful Sheepherd that dost fear To shed one drop of thy ignoble blood And durst not hazard for thy Love that little Was wanting to orecome and to possesse her Go it 's apparent now thou wert a Traitour Dare not to come hereafter in our sight Sheepherds let 's go Ly. Ah cruell-hearted Nymph Than Myrmidon or Dollope more fell Char. Farewell sad Sheepherd Ly. Ah what dost thou say Char. The sentence being past we must subscribe Ly. Dost thou forsake me then Char. I 'm in despaire Yet may the Gods permit us meet again In th' mean time die not but live still assur'd Thou nere shalt see thy Rivall in thy place Ly. Flatter my woes at least by sighing for me Char. I grieve for both of us but no more sighs My heart is so lockt up I cannot do it Ly. Oh of all faire Ones the most unrelenting Char. Perhaps you suffer least in this our parting Farewell Pan comfort and dwell ever with thee Ex. SCENE VI Lys. Let 's yeild to Fate and satisfie her rage And end our daies within some salvage den Farewell ye dearest places and my flocks Which feeding I have left on yonder hill Y' ennamel'd meddowes which too apt to please Have furnisht me with flowrs t' adorn my Love And pleasant streames farewell despairing Lysis I' th' horrour of these Woods will ever dwell Good Gods how thick how dark it is I think No Sheepherd ere its silence did disturb Hence all prophane take heed you come not neare I feare to touch them as I crosse these bushes Oh th' are the rusling leaves I think I see A man that walks there with a staffe in 's hand And murm'ring to himselfe does seem to read He perceives Hircan walking after the Country-fashion with a Cane in his hand reading Lys. Doubtless it is a Druyde skil'd in Magick I must accost him SCENE VII Hyrcan Lys. Lys. Great and learned Druyde If that divinity that here presides Did ever comfort an unhappy Sheepherd Vouchsafe thine aide to offer him my vowes Hircan This certainly 's that Fool with 's Pastoral life aside Whose pleasant madnesse is so much discours'd May'st thou be so content as thy offerd vowes Ought to be heard by those great Gods I serve Haesus and Taramis are to Sheepherds kinde Lys. I ' mbrace the happy auspicies to see you And for so rich a blessing thanke my fate Daigne then to cast your eyes on a poor Lover All 's possible to you move but your staffe And nature straight is subject to your Lawes Hircan He takes me for a conjurer I le comply With his mistake Sheepherd all shall be well Thy griefs shall be redrest what ere they be makes a circle with his Cane All things give way to this mysterious charm Ask and be sure I can do any thing Ly. No Sheepherd's so unfortunate as I By th' fatall sentence of a cruell power I 'm banisht from the house of Angelica So lose Charita and must never dare Henceforth so much as to approach those walls Hircan And is' t this banishment that so afflicts thee Ly. Was ever Lover more severely punisht I in despaire of aid enter'd these Woods Against me to provoke the Beares and Tygers But if by Magick skill you shall vouchsafe To let me see my Love at Angelica's By rendring me invisible or transform'd Hircan This is the easiest secret of my Art All w 'ave to do is to disguise your sex To cheat the Nymph and see your Sheepherdess Take womans habit and go thither weeping Require them to relieve your great misfortunes Fain that
your Theme Clar. Oh wonder Beauty fatal to my rest How from those Rosie lips one kiss obtain'd Would ease the Wounds which that faire eye hath given me Ly. Keep your designes in bounds of honesty You injure much my modesty I ought To keep my self as chast as is Diana Clar. One kisse is lawful What power interdicts it Ly. I and Charita mutually may kiss Without the censure of incontinence This sign of love to us is lawful but To kiss a Sheepherd who doth authorize it Ly. Yet having none but chast designs for you offering to kiss his hand I sure may swear it upon these fair hands Ly. Away Prophane thy fault 's without compare You may as well a Vestal touch as me Angel You lose respect Sir to Clarimond Clar. I confesse I do But who knows what he does that dies for love Angel You ought but Gods how is my soul confounded Mine eyes deluded or I see a Satyr SCENE VI Enter to them three of Montenors Servants disguised like Satyrs Sat. Be not amaz'd fair Nymphs that we do now To haunt your Palaces forsake our Woods Friends of Tautates and Demi-Gods of Nature We soon perceiv'd that we were injured And hither we are come with just displeasure To demand justice for your selves and us Angel 'Gainst whosoere it be you shall receive it Sat. From Amaryllis snares we would secure you Ly. My snares what 's that you filthy ugly Leacher Angel Pray without injury let 's hear him out Sat. The false report of that perfidious soul Made you believe that she is chast as faire And that that glorious Lamp which gives us light If he shine brighter yet he is lesse pure But we must tell you her incontinence With great God Pan till now hath past in silence And our respect made us endure it as loath To speak of it at all to her dishonour But since with too much vice displeasing him She with the God Sylvanus was surpris'd And with a Faun too in Adultery Sh' hath arm'd your indignation against us Deceiving you by a base Artifice We therefore hither came to beg your justice Angel Then answer Sheepherdesse to Lysis Ly. My heart ev'n bleeds How have I sinned What fault have I committed This plot is laid by envy 'gainst my vertue Thus Phoedra ruin'd chast Hyppolytus Angel Guilty or not since they accuse you we Must purge you from suspition for our honour Ly. Oh Christian Chastity clear Innocence With this attempt alas they vow my ruine Sat. Such crimes as this were never disavow'd But instantly they offer'd proofs by fire You Nymph do understand our Country's lawes And to what end the sacred Plate 's ordain'd Then let her touch it burning we shall see If that chast and pure fire will spare her body Char. What saist Barbarian Clar. Deare soul of my soule Expose thee Amaryllis to the fire Ly. Leave me to dissipate their wild suspitions Thus chast I safe can walk on burning coales Angel This ancient custome although rigorous Was never yet injurious to th' opprest If wrongfully accus'd the fire will clear you Clar. Why should I reverence this unjust law No Amaryllis falsly thus accused Shall ne're be subject to it I le first die Let 's see who dares accuse her Angel How bold Sheepherd Will you provoke the anger of the Gods Clar. In this condition I fear not their anger My Gods are my fair Sheepherdesse and Love And rather than lose her they may oblige me An. Take hence this insolent Sheepherd from my sight Satyrs away with him While the Satyrs remove Clarim Thunder and Lightning is heard Ly. Heavens Earth revenge Th' oppresse him that defendeth innocence Unhappy maid they envy that thou livest Aid me sage Hircan wisest Hircan aid Angel Strange Lightning Char. Where shall be my Sanctuary Ly. I cannot stir I am so full of feare All flie and Hircan appeares in the air in a flying Chaire SCENE VII Enter Hircan Lysis Hir. Thus by me Horror through these places flies in 's Chair And I those dangers break to which fates throw Thee Amaryllis raise thine eyes And th' Author of thy Transmutation know Since every day they threaten thee I in my flying chair come to thine aid Behold how thy Foes insolence is staid And see how my approach they flee And how the feares of death do make Their vanquisht fury all its force forsake Ly. Vouchsafe illustrious and learned Judge To free me from a trial forc'd upon me Hircan I know 't but little could their force prevail For thou art chast and hast orecome the fire Ly. Yes I as Amaryllis had prevail'd But having once consulted with my soul I fear'd your charms enfeebled by the fire I should be Lysis more than Amaryllis Hircan Fear not I come through midst of clouds and crost descending upon the Stage An hundred unknown paths in this my chair Ly. Is the way safe Hircan Yes but it will be best That for prevention you blind your eyes Ly. I willingly obey the wisest Druyde mounting the Chair Whose will commands ore the decrees of Fate ascends Hir. 'T is time to part up and take courage know No dangers dare affront thee where I go The end of the third Act Actus quartus Scaena prima Enter Hircan Anselm Hircan HIs eyes betray the secrets of his soule Th' have more than once inform'd me of his flame And I 've too well observ'd Lucida's lsforgetove Alone engag'd him to become a Sheepherd So that from the first moment that I knew it I fed his fires in suff'ring them to rise And I can now no more without injustice Forget a secret promised consent Montenor's worthy but for all his merit Th' intrest of my Sister more weighs with me I am her Brother and she must remember That though she give her self he cannot have her Ansel Think not that his extream affection Would imploy any but himselfe to gain her And in that conquest he presum'd his strong Endeavours should prevaile 'bove humane Empire But do he what he can a brother's needfull To force that duty so resolv'd in silence And which though you consent not will not suffer A sigh escape that may detect his secret Hircan If this sole obstacle thwart his desires He ought to praise th' effect of a fair cause But I le take order strait to stop its progress Ansel For mine own int'rest I presume to press you For if I must explain my selfe I saw Less in my self than in fair Angelica I adore her and her brother aids my vowes But yet to crown them he must first be happy That 's passion finding kind effects may let him See without Envy my Felicity Hircan Hee l see it doubtless and 's contented mind Shall have that fair success your love attends But now 't is time our Past'rall Sports give way To pleasures of a nobler quality Lysis too much is fool'd and w 'ave too long Cherisht an Errour which ere this had ended Ansel Your