pitties sake Yet for thine owne good spare this life and take Mine for thou knowst when I am dead this kingdome Thy father will inherit or thy selfe T is but the waiting of an old mans death Who cannot long out-live me will you do 't Thy. Sir you are noble I do see you are You lov'd this Lady once by that dear love With me it was a conjuration To draw my soule out whilst I was so happy I do beseech you spare her noble life Her death will sit full heavie on your soule And in your height of Kingly dignities Disturbe that head which crownes will give no rest to To take my life is justice Syl. Rather mine I have offended in first loving him And now betraying him unto his end Thy. Be not so cruell madam to your selfe And me to envy me a death so noble Sir as you hope your love shall ever prosper Your great designes your fights what ere they are As you do hope for peace in your last houre And that the earth may lightly cloath your ashes Dispatch me quickly send me to my death Cle. A strange contention Madam will you please A little to retire T is your honor That I do strive to save as well as life Pray do not crosse my purpose I shall do Something that you may thanke me for Syl. Cleander Save but the shepheard and I le crowne thy merit Cle. Will you be pleasd to enter here Syl. But sweare That thou wilt save him Cle. I shall do my best I dare not sweare for t is not in my power To do what you command Syl. But will you sweare To let me know of it before he die Cle. I will by heaven Syl. Then I take my leave And Thyrsis be thou sure what ever Fate Attends thy life the same does governe mine One kisse I must not be deny'd Cle. Fy Madam How low is this in you Syl. Then thus we part To meete againe I hope Thy. Downe stubborne heart Wilt thou not breake yet In my death I finde Nothing that 's terrible but this Farewell Presents my soule with all the paines of hell SCENA 4. Mirtillus Chorus of shepheards 1 shep. I 'me sorry that this busines went not forward 2 shep. So am not I we 're rid of so much trouble 2 shep. Yet it is strange the King should send for us And when we were come command us to returne Mi. No 't is not strange it was his will to do so But if you have an itch of dancing friends Next holy-day we 'le ha 't amongst our selves And every man shall dance with his owne sweetheart What say you shepheards wil 't not be as well 1 shep. It will be very fine But where is Thyrsis 2. shep. I where is he you went along with him Where did you leave him Mi. Walking in a garden Where when I came to call him he was gon 2 shep. It seemes he cares not for our company Mi. Neither for yours nor any mans besides 1 shep. He is much alter'd since his love was lost Methinks he is nothing like the man he was Mi. Well then beware my friends how you ingage Your selves in love He is a faire example And Hylas too he 's drooping for his mistresse Daphnis is mad they say if you have a minde To die or to runne mad then be in love 2 shep. See where he comes in what a fume he is Mi. I do not like his fumes pray let 's away SCENA 5. Daphnis to him Dorinda HE will not now be found the Traitor but Where e're he be nor heaven nor hell shall save him From my revenge To take away the life Of that sweet innocent without whose sight He knew I could not live and to do this Under the name of freindship O you Gods What age can parallell so great a mischeife This is his Magicke glasse which had the vertue To make her mine but sent her to the Gods Blest soule I will revenge thy death and then I le follow thee my selfe Do. Daphnis my love Whither so fast Da. Now love deliver me And must you come to trouble me Be gon I cannot stay to heare thy tedious follies Do. Were all your vowes then made but to abuse me Are there not paines to punish perjur'd men And will they not ore'take you Da. 'Las poore foole The Gods doe laugh at such slight perjuries As come from lovers Do. Yet it was no conquest To deceive one that would be credulous A simple maide that lov'd you Da. Then I see There is no end of womens reasoning Or else this might suffice thee that I cannot No nor I will not love thee Do. Never Da. Never Do. Goe cruell man and if the God of love Will heare my prayers thou in thy love shalt thrive As I in mine that when thou art forlorne Thou maist remember her thou now doest scorne ACT. 5. SCENA 1. Hylas IT was the cruell practise of my Fate That lifted me unto the height of blisse To make my fall the greater for no sooner Did I injoy the love of my Nerina But in a moment she was taken from me A love so dearely bought with sighs and teares So many yeares spent in the gaining her And lost in one poore minute It is better Alwaies to live a miserable life Then once to have bin happy she is dead And I alive that cannot live without her T is fit that I die too but by what meanes By violence No that the Gods forbid A lingring greife I neede not feare will kill me When every day I shall repaire as now Unto her tombe and consecrate my teares And tearing sighs unto her blessed Ghost Some pittying God when I 'me disolv'd away Upon her ashes will congeale those teares That they may cloath her dust whilst some kinde shepheard Passing this way does write this on her grave See here Nerina that from Hylas eyes Fed her faire flame now in their dew she lies Thus I will have it so the words shall runne SCENA 2. Daphnis Alcon Nerina to them Hylas Montanus Carinus Mirtillus IT shall not serve thy turne malicious shepheard Though thou hast tane my love away by tricks Yet all thy cunning and thy practises Shall not secure thee from my revenge Al. Are these the thanks I have for that rich jewell Which I bestowd on thee ungratefull man Da. Yes for a poysond glasse a precious jewel Al. I do confesse 't was poysond Da. Do you so And to do me a courtesie you kild her Al. Yet heare me she is not dead and if she be I le pay my life for hers Da. Be sure thou shalt But canst thou hope for such a strong illusion To mocke my sence did I not see her dead Al. She did appeare so what you thought was death is but a lethargie though I professe not To draw the Moone downe from the sphere she is in Or make the sunne looke bloody by my Arte Yet am I well informd in everything This glasse
if he had not rather die Let him love none or all as I This is the doctrine that I ever taught you And yet you profit not these scurvy passions Hang on you still You that are yong and active That may have all our Nymphs at your devotion To live a whining kind of life as this How ill it does become you Th. True Mirtillus And yet I doe not envie thee the pleasure Thou hast in thy dispers'd affections M. You would if your head were right once but love Your love does make an Asse of all your reason Th. Sure a true lover is more rationall Then you that love at randome every where Mi. I doe not thinke so all the reason love Has left you to imploy in this discourse Will hardly bring me to confesse it to you Th. Why all mens actions have some proper end Whereto their meanes and strict endeavours tend Else there would be nought but perplexitie In humane life and all uncertaintie Mi. Well what will you inferre on this Thy. That you Who know no end at all of wild desire Must in your wandring fancie see this way Leads unto madnesse when too late you finde That nothing satisfies a boundlesse minde Mi. I but I do confine my selfe to two Or three at most in this varietie I please my selfe for what is wanting in One I may finde it in another Th. No Not in another one is the onely Centre The line of love is drawne to must have all Perfections in her all that 's good and faire Or else her Lover must beleeve her so Mi. I there 's your error that 's the ground of all Your teares and sighs your fruitlesse hopes and feares When she perhaps has not so much t' adorne her As the least grace your thoughts bestow upon her Th. Well be it so and yet this faire Idea Which I have fram'd unto my selfe does argue Vertue in me so that if she be lost Or dead ay me the sad remembrance of My Sylvia causes this yet I must love Because the Character is indelible Writ in my heart and heaven is witnesse to it Mi. Well I 'le no more of this I 'le be converted Rather then call this griefe to your remembrance Th. Why dost thou thinke I ever shall forget her Or that where ere I set my carefull foote As in this place will it not tell me that Here Sylvia and I walkt hand in hand And here she pluckt a flower and anon She gave it me and then we kiss't and here We mutually did vow each others love Mi. Nay leave good Thyrsis I did come to tell you This holy-day our Royall Prince Euarchus Being remov'd to his house here neere adjoyning Sent to command us to attend his person With all our sports and wonted merriment Wherein you alwaies bore the chiefest part And I have heard 't is not to make you blush The Princesse has commended your rare Art And hansome graces which you gave your Musicke Come you must goe with us for Hylas is So farre ingag'd in love and neere his hopes He will not stirre unlesse his Mistresse goe Thy. Alas Mirtillus I have broke my Pipe My sighs are all the musicke which I now Can make and how unfit I am t' attend So great an expectation you may see Yet give me leave to thinke on it at night Perhaps I le goe with you Mi. Till then farewell The gentlest youth that ever plaid on Pipe But see who 's here oh 't is my other Lover His Mistresse with him I will not disturbe him SCENA SECUNDA Nerina Hylas Mirtillus SHepheard I would you 'd leave to follow me Hy. How can I sweetest when my heart is with you Ne. With me then tell me where and see how soone I shall restore it you Aside Mi. Oh this is fine Hy. It hangs upon your eies where being scorcht With their disdaine and dazel'd with their lustre It flies for ease unto your rosie lips But beaten thence with many a harsh deniall Faine would it come for better harbour here But here for ever it must be an Exile For pittie then faire Nymph receive it you And if you can teach it the hardnesse of Your owne and make it marble as yours is Mi. I see he is not such a Novice as Aside I tooke him for he can tell how to speake Ne. Well if my heart be such as you will make it I am so much the gladder that it is Of strength to be a fence unto my honour Hy. In vaine a fence is made to guard the sheep Where no wolfe ever came Ne. What if within It keepe a dog of prey would they be safe For my part I le not cherish in my breast The man that would undoe my chastitie Hy. Then cherish me for you best know I never Attempted any thing to cast a spot On that white Innocence to which I am A most religious votary Mi More foole you Aside It may be if you had it needed not Ha' come to this Ne. Yes yes you may remember I blush to tell it you when first my thoughts Were pure and simple as I hope they are Still and will so continue whilst I flie Such companie as you I thought you one Whom never any flame impure had toucht Then we converst without suspect together Hy. And am I not so still why do you now Flie from me thus Ne. The cause I shall tell you Since you will not remember though it be Unfit for me to speake yet you shall know How just my anger is Hy Ay me most wretched What have I don Ne. When tending of my flocks Under the shade of yonder Mirtle tree Which beares the guilt of your soule misdemeanour My maide Corisca cried out for my helpe Because a bee had stung her in the face You heard me speake in pittie of her smart A charme my mother taught me that being said Close to the place affected takes away The paine which gave her ease but you uncivill Turning my courtesie to your vile ends Fain'd you were stung too and cried out your lips Had from the same sharpe point receiv'd a wound Prayd me to say the same charme over there I charitably lent my helpe to you Mistrusting nothing of your purposes When with ungentle hands you held me fast And for my thanks gave me a lustfull kisse Canst thou remember this and yet not blush O impudence Hy. You will excuse the heate Of my desires still I feele that sting But dare not aske the cure nor did I then Do any hurt but since you thinke it was A fault I do repent it and am sorry I did offend you so Mi. Better and better He 'le cry anon he has already askt Forgivenesse of her Aside Ne. Well shepheard looke You never see me more I cannot love At all or if at all not you let this Settle your thoughts Hy. Oh it distracts them more But since my presence is offensive to you I must obey yet if
And yet behold They doe appeare as fresh and full of verdure As when my Love cloth'd in her clearest lookes Did give them grace and lustre Why do we Poore silly men bred up in cares and feare The Nurse of our Religion stoope to Nature That onely knowes to forme not to preserve What she has made since carelesse of her worke She leaves to giddy Fortune the whole power Of ruling us These senselesse Trees stand still And flourish too and in their pride upbraide My losse to me but my deare Sylvia being Natures best peece made to excuse the rest Of all her vulgar formes ay me was left To desolation till some horrid Satyr Bred in these Woods and furious in his lusts Made her his prey and now has carried her Into his darke retirings or some Cave Where her poore Thyrsis never more shall see her But I will be reveng'd this Wood that now Is so bedeckt with leaves and fresh array I le levell with the ground untill it be As desolate as I Mon. Alas poore shepheard Thy. It shall affoord no shade to any thing That hither us'd to come for its releife But henceforth be for ever infamous That when some gentle shepheard passes by And sees this ground rent with the crooked plough Here he may say here 't was that Sylvia Was lost and then shall turne another way Mon. Good Thyrsis do not make so much of griefe Y'have fed it with too many teares already Take comfort now Thy. What has my present state To doe with comfort if you see the trees Widdow'd of leaves the earth growne hard and spoild Of the greene mantles which she wont to weare You wonder not if winter then appeare Mon. By these we know that season Thy. And must I When she is gone whose Sun-like eyes did cherish An everlasting Summer in my life Feele any spring of joy to comfort me No father griefe with me is best in season Mon. But whilst you mourne thus who looks to your flock Thy. All as the shepheard is such be his flocks So pine and languish they as in despaire He pines and languishes their fleecy locks Let hang disorder'd as their Masters haire Since she is gone that deckt both him and them And now what beauty can there be to live When she is lost that did all beauty give Mon. But yet mee thinks for one that is a stranger Scarce knowne to any here but by her name These plaints are overmuch besides there are In fruitfull Arcady as faire as she I 'me sure more rich and wise make out of them A choise Nerina is as faire as she Dorinda's flocks are more then Silvia's And carry on their backs more wooll then hers Thy. Let such base Pesants as the Gods do hate Admire their wealth and them for what they have Their bodies and their soules materiall Alike of drossie substance are compounded And can contemplate nothing but the earth No Silvia whom some better God perhaps For the reward of my well tuned pipe Sent downe to me made up of ayre and fire Though since because I knew not how to use With faire respect a gift so great as she Has justly reft her from me is so much So great a part of me that in her absence Amidst my griefe I feele some little joy To see how much of me each minute wasteth And gives me hope that when I shall dissolve This earthly substance and be pure as she For sure the Gods have taken her undefil'd I may injoy her lookes and though it be Prophane to touch a hallowed thing like her I may adore her yet and recompence With my religion the proud thoughts I had once to injoy her Mo. See how fond you are T' embrace a shadow and to leave the substance The love of Hylas to Nerina has More hopes then yours though she be yong and coy Yet whilst Nerina is and Hylas too One time or other they may both haue joy Thy. May they prove happy in each others love And nothing please but what each other do For so liv'd Thirsis and his Silvia Whilst Silvia was and Thirsis was her loue What ever Thirsis pip'd pleasd Silvia Thirsis admird what ever Sylvia sung And both their joyes were equall or but one Well I can now remember and it is Some comfort to remember what I moane That when our loves began how first I gaz'd On her and she was pleasd that I should looke Till greedily I had devour'd the hooke Love gave me courage then to speake my thoughts And gave her pitty to receive my words They linkt our hearts together from that time When ere she saw me strike the furious Boare Though then my case she ru'd and sigh'd full oft Yet was she pleas'd to see my victory And I receiv'd my vigour from her eye Then would she make me Chaplets of the best And choicest flowers to adorne my head Which when I wore methought I then did graspe The Empire of the world but what of that The more I then enjoy'd of heavenly blisse The more my present griefe and passion is Mon. Well Thyrsis since my words doe but renew The story of your griefe I 'le leave to use Perswasions to you for 't is time I see And not my words must cure your maladie Exit Thy. That time must put a period to my life Or else it never will unto my griefe Come Boy and under this same hanging bow The note which thou attemperst to my words Sing and be happier then thy Master Boy Boy 1. SHall I because my Love is gon Accuse those golden darts Which to a blessed union Strooke our two loving hearts Since Fortune and not Love hath caus'd my moane 2. No her pure Image I shall prize Imprinted in my brest More then the fairest Mistresse eyes That ever Swaine possest Which in eternall bonds my fancie tyes 3. Come then you sharpest griefes and try If you can pierce my heart But use if you would have me dye The best you can of Art To wound a breast so arm'd with constancy Thy. Enough I 'le sigh the rest out Goe my boy Be carefull of thy tender Lambes whilst I Seeke out some hidden place to pine and dye SCENA SECUNDA Hylas Mirtillus BEleeve Mirtillus never any love Was bought with other price then love alone Since nothing is more precious then it selfe It being the purest abstract of that fire Which wise Prometheus first indu'd us with And he must love that would be lov'd againe Mi. Why who can say Mirtillus does not love Mirtillus he who has imploy'd his youth Ever in service of the fairest Nymphs Hy. Mirtillus cannot love Mi. No gentle Hylas This Ribband and this haire you see me weare Are they not ensignes of a lover say What shepheardesse whom ever Swaine thought faire Has not Mirtillus courted and obtaind Some favour from but you will thinke because I do not fold my armes and sigh and spend The dayes the Gods have given me to
rejoice In whining passion walking still alone Now proud with hopes then cast downe with despaire Unequall to my selfe in every thing I cannot love No Hylas know I love Dorinda Cloris Amarillis all Whom ever love did to his Altars call And when this Mistresse frownes I am content To take another when that flame is spent By time or put out by a Rivall straite A third supplies her place perhaps more worthy If lesse because she loves I le thinke her so Hy. Alas Mirtillus I doe pitty thee Pittie the error which thou wandrest in That thinkst thou lov'st and know'st not what it is Mi. Why what is love say you if mine be not Hy. I know Mirtillus that no lover yet Purchas'd a lasting pleasure without griefe For love has gall in it as well as honie And so compounded that who so ere will taste The sweetes of it must take the bitter too Out of both which is made our constancy You that embrace the false delights alone Are a faign'd lover or more truly none Mi. I know not what you meane by constancy I 'me sure I loue the fairest Hy. Still you erre For if you lov'd the fairest none had bin The object of your choise but my Nerina Nerina she the glory of these woods The only subject of all shepheards song Mi. She has her share of beautie with the rest And I confesse she 's fit for love as any But why she onely should take up your breast And shut out all that have a right as good Whose equall or transcendent beautie pleades As just a title to 't as hers can do I cannot reach the reason but admire Your faith and what you praise your constancie Hy. Mirtillus though I know your stubborn heart Could never entertaine a lovers thought Yet did I thinke you would have bin more tender How you prophan'd a name so sacred as Nerina's is whom never any Swaine Nor rurall God nor Satyr though he be Of savage kinde would ever violate Nerina in whose forme love ever dwells Attended by the Graces which do range Themselves in order 'bout her comely face Whose breasts without are hills of whitest snow Within the seate of blamelesse modestie Regard of honor and pure chastity Nor may a loose thought ever harbor there To tempt such lovers as you seeme to be Is it for that you slight her Mi. No I loue her As I do others with whom I compare her But you that loue with such intemperance Make of your love a glasse wherein you see Each thing much greater then indeed it is My loves too cold you say but I am sure Yours is too hot for any to endure A meane perhaps 'twixt these I might approve Hy. You might if there were any meane in love Mi. But whilst we talke thus see the flame has caught you your beauteous flame Nerina is at hand Dorinda with her dare you stay th' encounter Hy. No let 's with draw and watch her where she gos SCENA III Merina Dorinda DOrinda I have mist the chase to day Such is my chance and he that lodg'd the deere Told me it was the fairest in these Woods Do. The Gods doe love you sure that have left Your thoughts so free for sport mine are not so Ne. Thou art in love I warrant art thou not Do. That angry God pursues me in his fury And forces me to love where I am scorn'd Haplesse Dorinda why should he despise thee Many a Swaine and many a rurall God Have sought thy favors and have sought in vaine Now thou art justly punisht with disdaine Ne. Trust me Sweet-heart I cannot choose but wonder To thinke that one of such a comely grace I doe not flatter you could sue to any For love who are much fitter to be lov'd Scorne him asmuch as he does thee for men Love us no more when we love them agen Do. Ah good Nerina you have spoken truth It may warne other Nymphs by my example How they professe their loves to any man I 'me past the cure he that wounded me Has left me quite disarm'd and robb'd me of All those defensive arts which men will say Are naturall and proper to our sexe I cannot change a face or weepe one teare Or laugh against my will so violently My Fate hath thrust me to this love that all My faculties confesse their weaknesse and My flame is got so much above my reach I can not put it out nor smother it Me. Alas poore wench tell me who is the man Made up of so much rigid cruelty That I may shun him wheresoere I goe Do. Do not you know him Me. No Do. I heare he boasts To every shepheard and to every Nymph How much I love him Me. Then it must be Daphnis Do. Venus forgive me if I do disclose him But he will do 't himselfe T is he Nerina Me. Daphnis that woes my father to win me He is my daily suitor now I know How much he owes to pitty and to thee Untill he pay that debt I shall despise him Do. Why do not you love him as much as I Me. Love him I know no greater misery Then to love one that 's not of humane race A Tyger rather but a Tyger is More milde then he Do. For loves sake say not so He has a manly feature and does shew As much of grace in his comportment as The best of shepheards can him Titan made Of better clay then he did other men Although his heart be flint and hardest rocke Yet is his heart so hard or are my parts Rather unequall to his high deserts For he can love I see since you he loves And you deserve it had he thought me worthy He would have lov'd me too but as I am Worthlesse Dorinda I am made his scorne And I had rather be so then Nerina Should want a servant such as Daphnis is Me, Prethee no more of him I hate his name As much as I would do the losse of honor Which he injuriously would rob me off No no Dorinda if by love I be inthrald to any Daphnis is not he Do. Why is there any can deserve you more Me. Yes many that I could tell how to love Rather then him for why should I love him Whilst Hylas lives and languishes for me Hylas who lov'd me in my infancy And being then a boy was never well If I was absent nor indeed was I Content with any but his company Our flocks still fed together I on him And he on me did feed his greedie eyes Since though his yeares have stild him man he has Continu'd that first love with such respects So full of innocence and simple truth That howsoere my outward coynesse is My heart within tells me 't is onely his Ay me my father prithee let 's away Do. But Daphnis comes with him for loves sake stay SCENA QVARTA Hylas Mirtillus Charinus Daphnis PAn be as cruell to his flocks and him As he has bin to me Mi. Go leave
Farewell what shepheard 's that lies on the ground Is it not Hylas Do. Yes it is he Nerina Ne. Alas poore shepheard t is my greatest griefe That I have grieved him I would beg life For nothing but to make him satisfaction Mi. Hylas what on the ground looke up and speake Alas he 's dead Ne. It cannot be good father Let me goe to him and but touch his eare It may be that my voice may have more vertue Cha. Do what thou wilt sweete heart see my poore child How charitable she is being halfe dead Her selfe she pities others Ni. Marke her finenesse Now at the brimm of death she kisses him And tooke this way to mock her simple father O fine invention sure a womans wit Does never faile her Ne. Hylas Hylas speake Nerina calls thee speake to thy Nerina Mi. What cannot love doe It revives the dead He 's come to himselfe againe Hy. What God is it That has the power to returne my soule From the Elysian fields Mi. It is no God A Goddesse rather Hylas 'T is Nerina Looke where she is Hy. Ah then I do not wonder I cannot die when my best soule comes to me Shall wee live ever thus Ne. How faine I would Forthy sake Hylas but it cannot be I feele a heavy sleepe sit on my head And my strength failes me helpe me sweet Dorinda Farewell for ever oh I die I die Hy. And must I then be call'd to life againe To see my life expire before my face You Fates if you will take a ransome for her Then take my life but you are sure of that You le say already for in her one death Two lives are forfeit Nerina gentle Nymph The cause why now I live open these eyes Once more and I shall flourish like those plants The sunne gives life to else I fall and wither Leaving behinde naught but a worthlesse stemme Speake to thy Hylas sweete Nerina speake Cha. Ay me my daughter hadst thou liv'd perhaps I might have seene thee married to Daphnis Now we must see thee buried Ay me Ne. Hylas Hy. She lives give me some more of that That water there see now she comes againe O gentle destinies but spare this thred And cut a thousand courser speake Nerina Give me some comfort give thy father some Or else behold three lives fall in thy death Ne. You Fates that keepe th' accompt of all our daies Adde but one minute to my life that I May quit my soule of those two heavy burthens Which now oppresse it Dry your eyes good father Remember that the Gods doe send us nothing But for our good and if my journey be Shorter then yours the lesse will be my trouble Will you forgive me father that I have not Paid so much duty to you as I ow'd you Take my good will I pray insteed of it Cha. See her good Nature I childe 't is enough Thou alwaies wert obedient Ne. Shall I dare To speake my thoughts and so discharge my soule Of one loade yet Cha. I doe my childe speake freely Ne. I 've heard you say that no sinne was so heavy As is ingratitude Cha. 'T is true Nerina How she remembers what her father said Ne. Then be not angry if I now must tell you That this poore shepheard whose swolne eyes you see Cover'd with teares for many yeares now past Has courted me but still with such a love So full of truth and gentle services That should I not requite him with my love I should be guilty of ingratitude Therefore before I die spray give leave That he may have my dying heart which living I still debar'd him of Hylas thy hand O stay a little death here take thou mine And since I cannot live the wife of Hylas Yet let me die so Sir are you content Cha. I am with any thing that pleaseth thee Ne. Tell me are you so Hylas Hy. O my love Aske me if I would live amongst the Gods But aske not this Sir have we your consent Cha. You have it is in vaine now to denie it You see Dorinda what her vow 's come to Ne. Then let me die take me into thy Armes Sweet love you 'le see my coffin strew'd with flowers And you Dorinda will you make a garland I die a virgine though I die his wife Do. Alas she 's gon Hy. She 's dead and do I live Cha. Looke to the shepheard there oh my Nerina Do. Vexe not her soule I pray with often calling You see she 's dead Cha. Then there is no hope left Pray helpe us shepheards now to beare her hence You 'le come I hope to see her in her grave ACT. 4. SCENA 1. Thyrsis Delia HEre I am come unto a place where griefe They say has no abode In Princes Courts I 've heard there is no roome for loves laments For either they enjoy or else forget Thrice happy men to whom love gives such leave It may be that this place or people may Worke so with me and melt this frozen heart Ah foole that canst beleeve the change of place Or ayre can change thy minde the love thou bearst Is woven so within thy thoughts that as Out of this piece thy Sylvia wrought for thee Thou canst not take her name forth but withall Thou must deface the whole so Thyrsis thinke The winde that here may rise or heat or raine Thou maist auoide thy love will still remaine And when thou diest then may it die with thee Till then resolve to endure thy misery Del. This is the garden which I saw him go to And that is he for all the markes she gave me To know him by he beares Thy. A heavinesse Weighs downe my head and would invite me to Repose my selfe I le take the offer here I le rest awhile for I have need of it Del. How if I be deceiv'd and this should proove Another man what then I can excuse it He 's layd already and I feare asleepe I le stay untill he wake but then suppose That any body come and take me here What will they thinke of me Best wake him shepheard It is a hansome youth see what a grace Shewes it selfe in his feature such a face Might take the heart of any Lady living I though she were a Princesse shepheard what Not yet his sleepes are sound Thy. Ah Sylvia Preserve thy life oh let me die Alas I do but dreame me thought I saw my selfe Condemn'd to die and Sylvia to save me Offerd her selfe and would needs die for me 'T was a sweet shadow let me court this dreame Del. He must not sleepe againe shepheard looke up Thy. Who envies me this small repose indeed I do not often sleepe ha who are you Del. Sent to thee from thy Sylvia shepheard rise And follow me Thy. Doe I dreame still what are you Came you from heaven where my Sylvia is And must I thither whoso ere you are An Angell or a feind in such a name You come as
cruell fate Angry with men that gave us hearts alike And fortunes so asunder you 're a Cedar I a poore shrub that may looke up unto you With adoration but ne're reach your height Syl. But Thyrsis I do love you love and death Do not much differ they make all things equall The Monuments of Kings may shew for them What they have bin but looke upon their dust The color and the weight of theirs and beggers You 'le finde the same and if 'mongst living men Nature has printed in the face of many The characters of noblenesse and worth Whose fortune envies them a worthy place In birth or honor When the greatest men Whom she has courted beare the marks of slaves Love sure will looke on those and lay aside The Accidents of wealth and noble blood And in our thoughts wil equall them with Kings Thy. 'T is true divinest Lady that the soules Of all men are alike of the same substance By the same maker into all infus'd But yet the severall matters which they worke on How different they are I neede not tell you And as these outward Organs give our soules Or more or lesse roome as they are contriv'd To shew their lustre so againe comes fortune And darkens them to whom the Gods have given A soule divine and body capable Of that divinity and excellence But 't is the order of the Fates whose causes We must not looke into But you deare Madam Nature and fortune have conspir'd to make The happiest alive Syl. Ay me most wretched What pleasure can there be in highest state Which is so crost in love the greatest good The Gods can tell how to bestow on men Thy. Yet some do reckon it the greatest ill A passion of the minde form'd in the fancy And bred to be the worst disease of reason Syl. They that thinke so are such as love excludes Men full of age or foule deformitie No Thyrsis let not us prophane that deity Love is divine the seed of every thing The cause why now we live and all the world Thy. Love is divine for if religion Binds us to love the Gods who never yet Reveald themselves in any thing to us But their bright Images the fairest creatures Who are our daily objects loving them Wee exercise religion let us not Be scrupulous or feare the Gods have care Of us and of our piety Syl. But take heed We cannot be too warie many things Oppose our wills yet if you thinke it fit And this nights silence will so favour us Wee le goe together if we quit this Countrie It is no matter all the world to me Will be Arcadia if I may injoy Thy company my love Thy. No Sylvia Pardon mee deare if still I call you so Enjoy your fortunes thinke how much your honor Must suffer in this act For me I finde It is enough that I have ever lov'd you Now let me at the light of your bright eie Burne like the bird whose fires renew her nest I shall leave you behind me to the world The Phenix of true love and constancy Nor is that bird more glorious in her flames Then I shall be in mine though they consume me Syl. It must not be for know my dearest shepheard I shall not tell one minute after thee I finde my soule so linkt to thine that death Cannot divide us Thy. What then shall we do Shall we resolve to live thus till we gaze Our eies out first and then lose all our senses In their succession shall we strive to leave Our soules breath'd forth upon each others lips Come let us practise this our envious Fates Cannot deny us Cleander enters Cle. What a sight were this To meete her father This would make him mad Indeed and execute his rage himselfe Madam your father 's here Syl. Ha Delia Cleander is it thou then I 'me betraid The second time but must thy fortune make thee The instrument of my undoing still Cla. Shepheard I will not honor thee so much As to enquire thy name thou hast don that Thou wilt pay deare for And I hope thy death Will take away the blot of this disgrace Th' hast laid upon the Princesse Thy. If you do this You le make me happy it was this I lookt for My triviall acts of life this of my death Will recompence with glory I shall die To save my Princesse and what 's more to save The life of her life her unspotted honor Blest Lady though you are as innocent And chaste as purest Virgins that have yet Seene nothing in a dreame to warme their blood Yet the malicious world the censuring people That haste to cast durt on the fairest things Will hardly spare you if it once be knowne That we were here together As for me My life is nothing but variety Of griefe and troubles which with constancy I have borne yet t is time that now I die Before I do accuse the Gods that have Brought me to this and so pull on my death A punishment Will you be mercifull And end me quickly Cle. Shepheard know for this Thy resolution which in noble bloods I scarce have found I willingly would grant What thou desir'st But somthing must be knowne Before that time either from you or you Syl. I know Cleander it is me you aime at I do confesse this shepheard is my love For his sake I did leave the Court and thee Unworthy as thou art to be his Rivall Cle. Madam my duty bids me speake to you Not as a lover now but as you are My Princesse and the daughter of my King I would not for the world have those desires Which I had then for sure my bolder love Would have transgrest the limits of all duty And would have dar'd to tell you that this shepheard Was not a match for great Arcadias heire Nor yet one fit for my Competitor 'T is not his outward feature which how faire It is I do not question that can make him Noble or wise Whereas my birth deriv'd From ancient Kings and yeares not far unsuiting Those of your owne to these my education To you well knowne perhaps might make me worthy Of being your servant Syl. Canst thou looke on this This piece Cleander and not blush to boast Thy follies thus seeking to take away From his full vertue if but this one act Of his appeare unto the world as know It shall for I le not shame to publish him Though I die for it will it not devoure Thy empty glories and thy puft up nothings And like a grave will burie all thy honors Do take his life and glory in that act But be thou sure in him thou shalt kill two Cle. What meane you madam Syl. Not to live a minute After his death Gle. That all the Gods forbid Syl. No they command it rather that have made Our soules but one Cleander thou wert wont To be more courteous and I do see Some pitie in thee if not for
is made of and I know th' effects it workes and can dicourse 'em Da. Let me heare them Al. Have patience and you shall the Glasse you see Of this rare Mirrour which I gave you is Made of a Memphian stone that has the power To bring a deadly sleepe on all the senses With it to make th' effects more strong is mingled The Quintessence extracted in a Limbecke Of the Torpedo which has such a quality That if the Fisher touch it with his hooke A poison straite will creepe through all his veines Till it benumme his senses This compounded And made into a glassie metall soone Reflects upon the eyes of him that lookes in 't A sleepie poison which will stupifie The vitall parts Yet he that gave it me Taught me the Cordiall water which he us'd To restore spirits and heate unto those vitalls And I have brought it with me for our purpose What have I wrong'd you now or is my present Worthy the thankes you give me Da. Yet you were Too blame that you 'd not tell me this before I gave it her Al. In that I shew'd my love For I did feare your resolution Though I were certaine of recovering her Da. And what must now be done Al. Here where you found me I saw her laid and buried in the clothes she wont to weare her father so would have it I waited on the funerall with purpose To see the stone laid hollow on her grave For feare of hurting her Da. It was well don Al. Here I le apply my medicine you shall see Whether I lie or no Da. Let 's lose no time I long to see my love alive againe Al. Then helpe to lift this stone see where she lies The same Nerina Da. She is dead I see Al. Love is still full of feares give me the water Da. Here but take heede it do not spoile her face Al. If she be dead you neede not feare the change Of any color what a childe is love Da. The Gods I see will not let beautie die She breathes she stirs her eies begin to open As after sleepe O miracle Al. How now Is she alive will you beleeve your sence Now I have put her in your hands be sure You do not let her goe and lose no time If you give credit to her words you 're lost What cannot womens words and flatteries Effect with simple lovers thinke on that Be confident I le leave you to your Fate Ne. You Gods where am I now what place is this What light is this I see are the same things Seene in this new world as they are in th' other Or in the grave do men see waters trees As I do now and all things as I liv'd But sure I live still if I doe why then Was I here buried amongst these flowers Sure I am dead but yet I walke and speake And I have heard that those who once are dead Can never use their voice or action But who is this I see here Daphnis ha Are you dead too as well as I Da. No sweet I live to be the servant of Nerina Ne. I so said Hylas whil'st I liv'd with him Da. She thinks of Hylas still what shall I do Ne. But tell me Daphnis in what place am I Da. In Daphnis heart you live and ever did Ne. And so said Hylas when we liv'd together Da. O Gods againe Nerina thinke not on him You must love me Ne. Must they in this new world As they have chang'd their lives so change their loves I never shall do that Da. You are deceiv'd You are not dead Ne. Not dead how came I hither then Da. By my device to keepe me company Ne. But will you not declare how I came hither Da. Aske me not that but goe along with me Ne. Stay shepheard whither would you have me goe Da. Where love and silence shall befriend us best Ne. But tell me Daphnis was not I once dead Da. You were but I your servant chang'd that death into a sleepe Ne. I know not what you meane Can you change death into a sleepe Da. I can And did for love of you Ne. This is a riddle Pray let me know what you do meane by it Da. Come with me and you shall Ne. Nay tell me first Da. Then know faire shepheardesse that when I saw My love my services my gifts my vowes Did all returne to me without your love I had recourse unto this Artifice A pleasent one of loves Invention Which you may well remember Ne. What was that Da. I did present you with a looking glasse Ne. You did but what of that Da. Nothing at all Pray goe this way with me Ne. But tell me first Da. That cast you into this deepe lethargie Such was the Magicke of it Ne. To what purpose Did you do this Da. To make you mine Ne. Yours Daphnis How could you hope that without my consent Da. My services I thought would merit it Besides the world not dreaming but you were Dead and here buried we two might liue Together without being knowne to any Ne. But could you practise tricks on those you love Now you are paid with your owne Artifice For know ther 's none that can dispose of me But Hylas who has long preserv'd my heart And now my father whom I did resolve For ever to obey has made him mine By giving his consent which had not bin But for this tricke of yours Da. Why then it seemes You do not love me Ne. Love you know I had Rather embrace my death againe then thee Da. Then 't is no time to dally come along Or I will force you Ne. Helpe me shepheards helpe Da. Foole stop your mouth no humane helpe shal save thee Enter Hylas Hy. This is the place where I am come to pay My teares first sacrifice upon this tombe That glories in the spoiles of all my wealth Ne. Hylas come helpe me see'st thou not that Daphnis Will ravish me Hy. Ha what doe I heare The voice of my Nerina so she spake When shee did live but now alas shee 's dead Some Devill mockes me with a vision And voice unto it Ne. Will you see me ravisht Before your face O Hylas oh my Love Hy. T is she it is no vision hold Ravisher My love thou canst not take without my life Enter Mirtillus Montanus Charinus Mi. What noise is this Mo. Some shreike much like a womans Ne. Oh helpe my love Mirtillus Mi. Shepheard hold Let goe this Nymph Da. Or death or victory Shall crowne my enterprize Cha. Who makes this out-cry Mi. Sir I shall coole you if you be so hot Cha. My daughter here was shee not buried Away foule spirit away let 's part these shepheards Ne. O father do you thinke that I am dead I am alive as you are touch me see Cha. She is alive indeede how cam'st thou hither Ne. Daphnis whom you would have to be my husband Brought me to this supposed death and
embraces of my love and me shall be Such as the Cyprian boy from our abundance Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts Yet leave with us a flame which we will cherish And keepe alive unto eternitie Do. Women are ever credulous most then When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them I dare not now distrust you though I knew What you have said were false it has a semblance Of such a pleasing truth Give me thy hand And take thou mine whilst we walke thus intwin'd I shall thinke Daphnis never was unkind SCENA 4. Eubulus Cleander to them Thyrsis Sylvia WHat are they dead Is the Kings will obey'd Cle. No Sir they live and Hymen in his bands Has ty'd them both the happiest knot that ere Knit two such equall hearts and loves together Oh I am ravish'd with the newes my joy Is greater now then if sh 'had beene the daughter Unto our King and I had married her Eu. I am amaz'd pray Jove thou beest not mad Cle. Somewhat exalted Sir beyond my my selfe But yet not mad Goe Sir unto the King Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy Eu. Sure thou wilt come unto thy selfe anon Prethee bethinke thee Cle. Yes Sir I doe thinke And know that I have newes to make him live And you an age yet longer Eu. This is strange Cle. T is true Eu. But what is true Cle. T is true my Sister Shall be a Queene Eu. If she doe live I thinke She will but yet you know we were commanded To cut that life off Cle. But your hastie sonne That came so speedy with a fatall message Was not so forward now they both doe live And both are married Eu. Jupiter forbid Cle. The Fates command it 't is their proper worke The Shepheard is a Prince your Prince and mine And married to my Sister Eu. Ha! what 's that Prithee digest thy troubled thoughts and tell me What Prince is this thou mean'st Cle. Archigenes Eu. Thou dream'st it cannot be Cle. No then come forth You royall paire and testifie your selves Enter Thyrsis and Sylvia Syl. Father your blessing Eu. Ha! Cle. Nay I 've told all She knowes she is your daughter looke Sir here Here we must place our reverence Eu. Who 's this Cle. Not yet then looke upon this Circle that You know for certaine though you know not him Eu. 'T is it it is the same Archigenes Sonne of Euarchus and Eudora This is my character and this my seale Thy. Sir I have heard that by your piety My infant life was sav'd now by the goodnesse Deriv'd from you unto your sonne I have Not onely found my life but my content The summe of all my hopes this Lady here Without whose love my life had bin a torment Syl. And I the happiest maide that ever was Conducted by the power of simple love Have found in place of him I thought a shepheard A Princely lover Eu. Rise Calligone The Gods are just I see that favoring My innocence have brought this match about But say Cleander what Fate guided thee To this discovery Cle. Sir should I tell you How many waies I cast to save my sister After the fatall message which I brought I should be tedious and keepe you from What you do long to heare In short I soone Resolv'd to make away this royall shepheard And knowing that in this affaire to keepe it Secret dispatch was needefull I commanded A servant of whose faith and courage I Was well assur'd to kill him in my presence Eu. 'T is strange thou should'st be present at a murder Cle. 'T was a necessity was laid upon me Because I would be sure to see him dead I bad him choose his death when manfully He said he car'd not how so he might die I knew to strangle him was the readiest way Which death himselfe was ready to embrace This his so noble resolution Did stande me from mine my servants hands Trembled for feare Presaging what a sinne they were to act He bad him be assur'd he would not start And often call'd him to dispatch him quickly Syl. What man could have a heart for such a deed And see his face Cle. The Prince before he came To put the fatall twist about his necke Besought me as I ever hop't for peace I should preserve the Princesse this I promis'd And whatsoever else he would desire He answered nothing now but hasty death Then stripping off his doublet I espide With a quick eye this golden Circle here When hastily I bid my servant hold And let him goe He ask't me why I staid I told him that about his necke was Sacred He would have rent it off but I forbad it Eu. What did you then Cle. Sir I did well remember What I had heard of th' Oracle and you Which with the computation of his yeares I found agreeing to make up a truth Which you before assur'd me then I ask't him Whether he would be married to the Princesse Before he died he thought that I had mockt him And said I practis'd Tyrannie upon him Then went I to my sister and desir'd The same of her in fine I saw them both Joyne hands and hearts together but the Prince Thought this a dreame of life which certaine death Would wake him from untill I did assure him Of his great State and that his love whom now He thought to be the Princesse was my Sister All which I did referre unto your knowledge Eu. This day for ever let it holy be And you whom love has brought through deepe despaire Unto the haven of your happinesse Enjoy each other freely Of you brave shepheard But now my Prince I shall enquire anon Where and with whom you liv'd Thy. Sir the shepheard Whom I call father stayes without Montanus His name is by whose gentle hands as he as often told me I was rescu'd first From cold and death since under his kind roofe fosterd and bred as his Eu. Goe call him in Enter Montanus Mirtillus you 're welcome both you may applaud your fortune That brought you such a Shepheard stay all here Whilst I goe to the King This day will adde More yeares unto his life when he shall say no day shone brighter on Arcadia Exit Mon. We are both come to doe our duties to you as being sent for and Mirtillus with me To celebrate your joyes within a while The Shepheards and the Nymphs will all be here Thy. My old companions shall be welcome all As you are now I never shall forget Your courtesie nor theirs Syl. Nor I the Nymphs Once my deare fellowes but you Mirtillus Though you did scorne to love yet could you sing Well if you listed of it Cle. Can shepheards then despise that Deity which we adore Mi. Madam I reverence it in you The perfect'st patterne of a constant lover And in the honour of your Nuptialls I have a Song which if your Grace will heare 'T will entertaine the time Syl. Let it be sung Song