then not been so loud Nor had this Funeral pomp drawn all this mourning crowd Mirt. Exquisite Fiend Oh Sir believe her not This Injur'd Virgins Honour has no spot A purer Saint the undeserving World ne're graced A brighter Star in Heav'n was never placed The Goddess you adore is not more Chast. Mont. Forbear this Blasphemy Corisc. No let him Rave 'T is all the pleasure that poor Losers have No kindness yet aside to Mirt. Mirt. Oh my distracted Soul Corisc. Yet yield and she shall live to Mirt. Mirt. No Traytress Corisc. Constant Fool Mont. Now Nymph before the Fatal stroke is given If thou would'st reconcile thy self to Heaven Make thy last Prayer Amar. Kneeling Since then my Stars my Martyrdom decree My injur'd Fame dear Heav'n I leave to Thee Clear but my sullyed Name when I am dead And willingly to th'Axe I 'le bow my Head My Body to its Native dust I give My Soul to Him in whom alone I live Mirt. If she must dye Here my last Vows I 'le seal Kneels kisses her hand Mont. Rude Swain forbear Such profanation is not suffer'd here Mirt. You may more easily Seas from Seas divide Our Souls are joyn'd and make one mixing Tide Mont. Force 'em asunder The Attendants force 'em apart 'T is no wonder Heav'n Has such dread signs of its displeasure given When their own Rites they thus polluted see And from such stains not their own Altars free Mirt. Is there such Treason in a parting kiss For ever torn from all my dearest bliss Amar. Mirtillo this is an unkind Divorce But let their cruel Rites have their free course Love at this distance no strict Laws deny Thus I 'le look blessings on You and then dye Enter Carino and Dameta Car. Hold hold your Fatal Doom Mirt. My Father here Carin Yes and thy Father is thy Murderer Thou art Montanoes Son and if he give Her Death in whom thy Life does only live 'T is his own blood he spills Mont. Take heed bold Man Car. Sir I speak truth and fright me if you can The Son you lost i'th'deluge is this Youth I found him lodged near our Alpheos mouth Undround His Cradle like a little boat Into the Woods had carryed him afloat Such care had Heav'n Mont. Where is Dameta Dam. Here. Mont. When you came back 't is since some 20. year From seeking of my Child which the swoln brook By'ts rapid Inundations from me took Did you not say that you had sought with pain All that Alpheo Baths and all in vain How comes it then Dam. Your pardon Royal Sir I went to seek him and I found him there But this good Man had kept him as his Son And Fear made me conceal what he had done Because the Oracle fore-told me there That if the Child then found should e're Return he should be like to dye By his mis-guided Fathers Cruelty Mont. Ah me it is too clear This act of mine My Dream and th' Oracle did well Divine Why did the Gods protect my drowning Child Preserve my blood to have it thus defil'd Mirt. Great Sir from whom my Royal Birth I draw I claim the favour of th' Arcadian Law When Criminals are doom'd to bleed Equals in blood in their Exchange may dye And now that Equal to her blood am I. How can you see such Fetters on those hands Make hast unty unty those impious Bands And in her place by the kind Gods decree Your Cynthias juster Victim offer me Corisc. Now all my hopes are ruin'd Foolish Swain aside By my curst Arts my dear Mirtillo slain Amar. Why generous Youth do you pursue this claim You 'l save me from the Axe to dye with shame Mirt. What glory to my Royal Birth I owe When to redeem thy Life my blood may flow Corisc. I cannot see him dye aside Enter Sylvano If you have pitty for a Virgins Prayer kneels For your own blood this dear Youths blooming years And your Arcadias hope Sylvan What do I see By all the Devils in her Soul 't is she Corisc. Alas I 've been unkind Mont. What does she say Corisc. To Death with him take the fond Fool away Pray for his Life my dull mistake forgive A Slave so senseless don't deserve to live Sylvan By all that 's good she Loves the smooth-fac'd Youth Sir I Conjure you by your Love to Truth By all your piety the Gods you fear Believe her not that Monster do not hear On her own head let your kind Justice fall She has Cheated You Her Him Betray'd you all Treason 's her business Poyson 's in her Tears Perdition in her soul she never Swears But she is Perjur'd if she speaks she Lyes And all the Prayers she makes are Blasphemies Carin Thou art the happiest Father and most dear To the immortal Deities see here The long-kept secret of our Fate made clear Tears of delight in such abundance flow From out my heart I scarce can speak Our Woe Our Woe shall end when two of race Divine Love shall combine And for a Faithless Nymphs Apostate state A faithful Shepherd Supererrogate Of Heav'nly race is not this Youth when thine And Amaryllis is of race Divine And what great Sir but Love has them combin'd Sylvio by Parents and by Force was joyn'd To Amaryllis and is yet as far From Loving her as Love and Hatred are Mont. In what a mist of Errors how profound A night of Ignorance have I been drownd By every Câ—…cumstance 't is evident The fatal Voyce none but Mirtillo meant For who indeed since slain Amintas Death Exprest such Love as he such constant Faith Who but Mirtillo for his Mrs. wou'd Since true Amintas spend his dearest blood This is that work of Supererrogation This is that faithful Shepherds expiation For the Apostate Lucrin's fact Now Son Compleat a Nations joys and Crown thy own Gives him Amaryllis Mirt. Then the Immortal Treasure let me seize And thus kind Sir embrace your sacred knees Amar. Our Loves thus Crown'd Ergasto flye and save My wretched mourning Father from a Grave Tell him I live and all his fears remove Mirt. Thy Piety's as Charming as thy Love Corisc. Break break my heart Mont. But as the Gods ordein'd T'unite your hearts your hearts must be unstain'd Heav'n that preserved thy Childhood from the Flood By Miracle restored thee to my Blood And to oblige Man-kind decreed this tye Could do no less than guard her Chastity As you dread Tortures Death and angry Heav'n to Cor. Confess her Injuries and be forgiven Repent and say she 's Innocent Corisc. I do I wrong'd you Sir but yet I loved you too to Mir. Sylvan Yes she has loved him and all Man-kind beside The Sex is not enough to please her Pride Corisc. Oh how I hate that Face Sylvan I know you do Corisc. Dear World farewell and all delights adieu Silvan Sir as you ever Faith and Justice prize Hear from my tongue that Witches Sorceries Their Entrance to the
That I may dye a thousand times a day Corisc. How fares your Love Mirtillo since you came From your dear charming Ny mph Curse on the Name asidâ—… Mirt. As one who in a violent Feaver cast And is forbidden Liquor longs to tast Which got he greedily sets to his mouth And thâ—…s he quenches Life but cannot Drouth Corisc. Love over us no pow'r can e're receivâ—… But what our slavish selves Mirtillo give When by his fond desires mans soul is brought So poorly to be fetter'd to one thought Love quickly Tyrannizes in his Breast And straight grows up a Master from a Guest Mirt. Should not one Thought fill up Mirtilloes heart Is herâ—… a Beauty to deserve but part Corisc. How weak how ill a bargain foolish Swain You make to exchange kindness for disdain Mirt. The Cruelty of Beauty does refine A Lovers Faith as fire the golden Mine Where were the Sacred Loyalty of Love If charming Women did not Tyrants prove Corisc. Oh wretched and unhappy those in whom That foolish Idol Constancy finds room Come rouze Mirtillo know your nobler parts Look out you cannot want a thousand hearts Mirt. Though scorn'd and hated I had rather fall Her dying Victim than command 'em all Corisc. Oh horrour how he tortures me aside No doubt You are possest with some kind fâ—…attering thought That though an outward Scorn she 's pleas'd to show Like burning Mountains cover'd o're with Snow There 's heat within Enchanted Dreamer no. Mirt. These are but Trophies of my constant Love By which I 'le Tryumph o're the Gods above O're Men below my Torments and her Hate O're Fortune and the World o're Death and Fate Corisc. Wonder of Constancy If this Man knew How much he 's loved by her what would he do aside Mirtillo were you e're in Love before Mirt. Her and her only can my soul adore Corisc. Then it should seem your Heart was never laid But at the Feet of some disdainful Maid Oh that 't had been thy chance but once to be In Love with one that 's gentle curteous free Try that a little try it and thou 'lt find How sweet it is to meet with one that 's kind How pleasant 't is to have thy Mrs. twine About thy Neck and her sighs eccho thine And after say my Joy All that I have All that I am and thy desires can crave At thy Devotion is If I am fair For thee I 'm fair for thee I deck this hair This Face this Bosom from this Breast of mine I turn'd out my own heart to harbour thine Mirt. Happy 's the man that 's born under a Star So fortunate Corisc. Dull Swain a Nymph as fair As the proud'st she that curles and spreads to th'Ayr Her Beauteous Tresses worthy of thy Love As thou of hers The Honour of this Grove Love of all hearts by every worthier Swain In vain solicited adored in vain Does Love thee only and thee only prize More than her Life and for that Love she dyes Mirt. If such a Nymph there be conceal her Name To all my other Tortures add not shame Let me not know she suffers for my sake And blush to think I no return can make Corisc. How ever try what kindness is tast both Mirt. Distemper'd Pallats all sweet things do loath Corisc. Uncharitable Youth art not thou poor And cant'st thou beat a Beggar from thy door Mirt. What Alms can Beggars give Alas I 've Sworn Allegiance and a Traytor cannot turn Corisc. Blind Youth who is it thou art constant to I am unwilling to add Woe to Woe But can I see thee Cheated and Betray'd Her Honour sold thy Sighs her pass-time made And yet not speak No doubt but you suppose This Cruelty from her strict Vertue grows Thou art abused that tiresome Vanity Call'd Innocence she has long since laid by Mirt. And can your profanation swell so high Corisc. You 'l not believe Mirt. Believe thee Corisc. Then go on In wilfull Ignorance and be undone Mirt. Oh Torture I must dye if this be true Corisc. No live dull Man and thy Revenge pursue And though I know it will your heart-strings tear Her falsehood I must speak and you must hear Then to convince you see you yonder Cave That is your Mrs. Faith and Honours Grave In short there oft a base-born Shepheard warms Thy Virtuous Amaryllis in his Arms. There she her Bliss her Life her Heav'n does find The Ivy to the Oak's not half so kind Now go and sigh and whine and constant prove To that kind Nymph that thus rewards thy Love Mirt. Ah me Corisca dost thou tell me true And is it fit I should believe thee too Corisc. Truth is I did not see it but thou may'st And 〈◊〉 for she her word has past To 〈◊〉 there this very hour But hide Thy self beneath this shady Hedges side And thou shalt see her enter into th'Cave And after her her happy amorous Slave Mirt. So quickly must I dye Corisc. See I have spyed Her coming down already by the side O' th' Temple Mark how guiltily she moves Her stealing pace betraying their stolne Loves To mark the sequel do you here remain And afterwards we two will meet again Exit Mirt. Since the discovery of the Truth 's so near With my Belief I will my Death defer Enter Amaryllis Amar. I from the Temple come as light as Ayre How much Heav'n listens to a Virgins prayer I kneel'd and pray'd and strait I felt me-thought Another soul into my body shoâ—… Which whisper'd fear not Amaryllis go Securely on Yes and I will do so Heav'n guiding me Fair Queen of Love befriend Her who on thee for succour does depend Thou that as Queen in the third Orb doest shine If e're thou selt'st thy Sons flames pitty mine An humbler Votaress ne're kneelt before thy Shrine Securely Enter oh Mirtillo oh Goes into the Cave Mirtillo could'st thou dream for what I go Mirt. I wake and see what I could wish t' have been Born without Eyes that I might not have seen Or rather not to have been born curst Fate Why hast thou thus prolong'd my Lifes sad Date To bring me to this killing Spectacle Mirtillo more tormented than in Hell Dye then Mirtillo dye How dye and give The Traytor leave my Ruine to out-live You that enjoy my spoyls who e're you are Since I must fall shall my Destruction share Back to my Covert then I will repair And when the Villain shall approach he dyes But is 't not base to kill him by surprize What if her Wrongs I openly should right That would proclaim the cause for which we fight Dye basely then thou base Adulterer That hast slain me and hast dishonour'd her I but the blood may if I kill him here The Murder show and that the Murderer What need I care Yes but the Murther knowâ—… Betrays the cause for which the Murder 's done But her staind blood has not so quencht my flame I 'de kill
be good Love is a God I 've heard our Shepherds say And all that Gods command we should obey If I 've more hearts than yet I understand Tell me they shall be all at his command Ger. Inquire no farther pretty Innocence But think of Loving Sylvio seaven years hence Dor. And must I stay so long so long a time Ger. Your Beauty then will be in all its prime Dor. Have I not all my Beauty yet is it For that my Sylvio caâ—…not Love me yet My wants in Beauty are this way supply'd I 've Love enough what e're I want beside Ger. Do but observe the Beauties of the May Yours will be once as ripe and bright as they Stay till your worth is better understood All these gay flowers were once but in the Bud. Dor. Must Virgins then grow up as Roses do Pray how is that Ger. To Age their Sweets they owe. Whilst by th'warm Sun and the kind Spring they blow Dor. If then my want of growth be all my fau't Me-thinks I need not stay seav'n years for that Let but my Sylvio Love me He has such charms Me-thinks I could shoot up in Sylvios Arms. His charming looks would make me any thing So kind a Sun would soon bring on the Spring Enter Sylvio and Hunts-men crossing the Stage Sylvio seeing Dorinda offers to go Dor. Stay Sylvio do not flye me Ger. Cruel stay Cannot such suppliant Beauty stop your way Sylv. My Torment here aside To stay I want the pow'r I 've no time now to fool away an hour Ger. Inhumane is this treat a recompence For all the groans of dying Innocence Thou man more barbarous than the Scythian Race And Savager than the wild Beasts you chace Dor. Dearer than Life and sweeter than the Spring My Joy my Love my Heart my every thing Oh unkind Nymph can you so Cruel prove To talk so harshly to the Man I Love Dear Sylvio What have I said Me-thinks I blush yet why I do not know Something I 've said or done I should not do To say I Love him there 's no sin in that To tell the truth sure cannot be a Fau't And yet me-think A secret shame into my face does flye And says 't is men should Court and Maids deny Sylv. What is the cause fair Nymph Dor. Fair Nymph Ah no You call me fair but do not think me so Sylv. What idle frenzy can so pow'rful be To make you take such pains to follow me Dor. Why do you ask As if you did not know I would be near you whereso're you go Do let me follow you let me be near I 'le hold your Arrows and your Quiver bear And if your precious Life should e're By the wilde Bore you chace in danger be I 'le step between and he shall first Kill me In Sylvio's presence is my sole delight On you â—… think all Day and dream all Night And in the Morning when by restless Cares I early wake and go to say my Pray'rs All on a sudden when I kneeling bow And think I speak to Heav'n I Pray to You. Yet unkind Sylvio from Dorinda flyes Takes all my Heart yet gives me none of His. Sylv. Why do you throw away a heart so ill I never yet knew Love nor ever will Or if I did 't is in the Chace the Groves And Woods My Hawks and Hounds have all my Loves Dor. In Love with Hawks and Hounds Those Creatures Sir have got Their Loves already They 're by Nature taught To Love amongst themselves Those humble Creatures too Are not deserving to be Loved by You. Sylv. Well Nymph I see I wrong you by my stay I 'le take the Cause then of your Grieâ—…s away Adieu Dor. Stay but one minute must we part So soon I see the cause of all my smart 'T is Amaryll is takes up all your heart Sylv. Before I go That little satisfaction you shall have I gave my hand my heart I never gave Dor. Do you not Love her then Sylv. By Heav'ns not I. Dor. Does she want Charms Sylv. Their Influence I defie Dor. But are you sure you do not Love her Sylv. Why Dor. Do you not think and wish you know not how And Dream of her a Nights as I of You Sylv. I think not of her waking nor asleep My heart does no such worthless Triffles keep Dor. You 've eas'd me of I know not how much pain I 'm Charm'd to hear you taâ—…k with such disdain Malice or Love or both what e're it be I 'm pleas'd he Loves not her though he hates me The Hunts-men hollow from within Sylv. Hark I am call'd my pleasure I delay Farewell Dor. You shall not go Sylv. I must not stay Dor. Have you no Love nor pitty cruel Man Sylv. I pitty you as much as e're I can Dor. Well Sylvio If by your Hate I 'm Doom'd to be undone I 'm the first slighted Maid that dyed so soon Sylv. Well pow'rful Nymph For the unrest the sighs and pains so long You 've borne in Charity t' a thing so young For once I will be kind Dor. Will you be kind Kind to Dorinda Oh my lightned mind And will you Love me I ne're lived till now Shall I be youâ—…s My Joys too mighty grow If the unrest I 've borne your kindness win To keep you kind I 'le never sleep agen And if you ve Charity because I 'm young Be sure I 'le ne're grow old but why so long A silence why this distance Did you say You would be kind and do not know the way Swaâ—…ns when they 're kind their dearest Nymphs approach With all their greedy joys their hands they touch And kiss 'em o're and o're Then round their Necks their twining Arms they throw Were I a Swain in Love I should do so Sylv. Hold gentle Nymph and give me leave to speak Do not my promis d Charity mistake Your softness has my stubborn spirit bow'd So much that I would Love you if I could And this Effeminate Confession none Of your whole Sex could win but you alone Dor. And is it thus you 're kind Sylv. Love I ne're can Within my Breast that Feaver never ran You have my Pitty all I can I 'le gâ—…ant Nor will I say I Love you when I cant Dor. You cannot Love Sylv. My kindness is so great I will not pay your Love with Counterfeit Nay in compassion to your sighs and tears Each rising Sun shall hear my Zealous Prayers I 'le beg kind Heav'n that you may Love no more And your Conversion on my knees implore Once more fare-well Dor. Why all this hasty flight Stay and be cruel still and kill me quite Exit Sylv. Gerr. E'ne let him go and to requite this scorn May he by Heaven's pursuing Vengeance torne By some wild Monster in a Desart dye And injur'd Virgins curse his memory The noyse comes near â—…ye hence no longer stay What if the Savage Beast should come this way And Chafed with
Hunting spill your precious blood Dor. Alas I would forgive him if he â—…nou'd Since unkind Sylvio from my Love does flye Young though I am I 'm Old enough to dye Exeunâ—… The End of the Second Act. ACT the Third Enter Amaryllis with a Train of Shepherdess who enter Singing Song WHy does the foolish World mistake And Loves dull praises sing so loud What idle Subjects must they make Who choose a blind and Childish Boy their God What dearer Joys our Freedom brings Whilst the wing'd Quire on every bough Charm'd with our Bliss in Consort sings And Night and Day our harmless pleasures view Chor. 'T is Shame and the Night Loves folly does cover And only the Bat and Schreich-Owl that hover About the dark Windows of a drowzy dull Lover The Song ended they Dance which done they go off singing and Corisca enters and stays Amaryllis Manent only Corisc. and Amar. Cor. I Must go speak to him or he 'l not stir To her faint-hearted Swain what do you fear Calling to Mirtillo Enter Mirtillo Mirt. I would approach her but dare move no nigher How near to Impotence is strong desire Corisc. Make hast or she is lost Amar. What do I view Mirt. Stay If this action to thy scorn be due Behold the Weapon and the Breast holding his Dagger to his Breast Amar. Thou hast Deserved that Sentence thy rash tongue has past What cause bold man could thy presumption move To interrupt my sost Retirements Mirt. Love Amar. Love is not rude Mirt. Can it be rudeness when I kneel before That dear Celestial Creature I adore Is it a Crime t' approach what we admire Do but observe fair Nymph how the wing'd Quire Each wandring Bird flyes over Woods and Groves To mix its Ayrâ—…s with the dear Mate it loves And what their Loves and weaker sense has done Should dastard Man the Lord of Reason shun Amar. And is this Love Did Love your soot-steps steer Prayers not surprizes would have brought you here Mirt. As a wilde Beast enraged with want of Food Rushes on Travellers from out the Wood. So I that only live on thy fair Eyes Since that lov'd Food thy Cruelty denys On my fair Prey a Ravenous Lover seize To my long famisht Love the only ease My Passion and my Fears were loâ—…g at strife And 't was a stratagem to save a Life Amar. Alas you persecute me but in vain What is it you can ask or hope t' obtain Mirt. Once ere I dye to hear me Amar. Well Sir that Boon I grant But this before Say little quickly part and come no more Mirt. Then that I love thee more than I do love My Life if thou doubt'st Cruel ask this Grove Each stâ—…pid Rock each Mountain which so ofâ—… I by the voyce of my Complaints made sofâ—… Behold these Flowers that make the Earth so proud Those Stars which naile the Firmament The crowd Of Nights bright Gems attest my high desires They 've all been witness of my restless fires To the adored bright Beautys of those Eyes My soul with all her wing'd affections flyes But since you bid me say but little I Shall say but little saying that I dye And shall do less in dying since I see How muâ—…h my death is coveâ—…ed by Thee Yet when I 'm Dead You 'l pitty what to Live you can't permit Must those bright Stars which my Loves Torches lit Light too my Funeral Tapers and fore run As once my rising now my setting Sun Amar. What shall I say I cannot speak aside Mirt. Fair Saint Have you no sense of my too just Complaint Have you no Pitty speak what have I done This Fate to merit Must I talk alonâ—… Say something Cruel Nymph Amar. What should I say You know I must not answer you your way Mirt. Say dye at least if nothing else you 'l say Amar. That honest pitty I may graâ—…t you have Other it is in vain to hope or crave For amorous pitty you must ne're implore From her who has given away all that before But if you love me and have told me true Love my good Name my Life and Honour too You seek Impossibles I am a Ward To Heav'n Earth watches me and my reward If I transgress is Death But most of all Virtue defends me Sir your heaâ—…t recall On barren Rocks none but th' unhappy fall And 't is the part of Viâ—…tue to abstain From what we love if it will prove our bane Mirt. He that no longer can resist must yield Amar. Where Virtue reigns all passioâ—…s quit the field Mirt. Love tryumphs over Virtue Amar. Let that man That cannot what he will will what he can Mirt. Necessity of Loving has no Law Amar. But effects cease when Causes do with draw I 'le see you then no more Mirt. Oh stay your form 's fixt here In vain we flye what we about us bear There is no Cure but that which Death affords Amar. Death Let me speak then and be sure these words Be as a Charm to you Although I know When Lovers talk of dying it does show Rather an amorous custom of the tongue Then a râ—…solve of mind continuing long Yet if in earnest you should ever take So strange a frenzy know that when you make Your self away you murder my Fame too Live then is you do love me and adieu Mirt. And must I live for ever in despair Doom'd to a Life that is not worth my care Amar. Mirtillo 't is high time you went away You have already made too long a stay Be gon and let your griefs not grow too strong Of hopeless Lovers there 's a numerous throng There is no wound but carryes with it pain And there are others who of Love complain Mirt. How can I leave you Amar. Why Sir should you stay You know my heart 's already given away You know I 'm to be Marryed Sir yet still Oh Heav'ns I 'de like t' have said against my will aside Be gone be gone For should he longer stay aside I shall the weakness of my soul betray Mirt. Why must I flye so sast from all that 's dear Amar. Should but the Nymphs return aâ—…d find you here This place they hold so sacred that they 'd tear You Limb from Limb The Thracian Nymphs ne're tore And Murder'd Orpheus so on Hebrus shore Mirt. Is that a fear should drive Mirtillo hence What if the place be sacred the offence Proceeds from Love and Love is sacred too They could not hurt the Slave that dyes for you Amar. He has staid too long his presence has such pow'r aside My Father I expect this very hour And if he find you here I shall pull down A Nations anger and a Fathers frown Sir for my safety go Mirt. That word alone could force Me hence but can I suffer this Divorce And yet not dye the pangs of death I 'm sure I feel and all that parting souls endure Exit Amar. Mirtillo oh Mirtillâ—… couldst thou
her Guilt but would not wound her fame Close then in branches on the Rocks left side Within the mouth o th' Cave my self I 'le hide And when I see her impious Minion come I 'le giâ—…e th' Adulterer and her shame one Tomb. Enter Sylvano And your dear foot-steps which I long have trac'd In vain un-erring path lead me at last To where my Love is hid To You I bow Your Print I follow Oh Corisca now I do believe thee Now thou hast told me true Goes into the Cave Sylv. Does he believe Corisca and pursue Her steps to Erycâ—…nas Cave A Beast Has Wit enough to apprehend the rest Is there a Devil like a Woman damnd In Lust Not Hell is half so much inflam'd Her guilt and shame is but too plain This Strumpet to this Swain her self has sold Bewitching Lust but more bewitching Gold And here by the false Light now of this Vault Delivers the bad ware which he has bought Or rather 't is Heav'ns Justice that has sent Her hither to receive her punishment From my Revenging hands The words he said Seem'd to imply some promise she had made Which he believed and by his spying here Her print that she 's within the Cave 't is cleer Do wisely then and stop the mouth o th' Cave With that great hanging stone that they may have No means of scaping to the Priest then go And bring by the back way which few men know His Ministers to take her in the fact And by her death my dearest Vengeance act Justice Revenge Heav'n and my injur'd Love Joyn all your pow'rs with mine this Rock to move Shuts the Cave with a piece of the Rock So now the Fox is trapt and finely shut Where she had Earth'd her self I'lâ—… straight go put Fire to the hole where I could wish to find The rest of Women to destroy the kind Exit The End of the Third Act. ACT the fourth Scene the first Enter Corisca. Corisc. THis day has Heav'n and Earth Nature Art Fortune and Fate Friend and Foe ta'ne my part How much more happily to make her sin Look more like Truth Fate brought Mirtillo in Then I contriv'd to have brought Coridon And how as luckily was that great stone Roul'd by Sylvano o're the mouth o' th' Cave Who cou'd expect such Service from that Slave Enter Sylvano Sylv. Corisca here thou damn'd perfidious Cheat I thought by this I had cur'd your amorous heat How comes it Devil that I find thee here Corisc. To find me here where lyes the wonder where Did you expect me Sylv. To have found thee Fool'd Snar'd and betray'd thy wanton courage cool'd Led to a Temple there t' have undergone That punishment my Vengeance had pull'd down And thy loud Crimes deserv'd I thought I shou'd Have seen Shame written in thy Fore-head and thy Blood Corisc. Audacious Slave Sylv. Was not that Stone enough To hold ye are not Rocks and Marble proof Against the Assaults of Lust How got ye off Speak Sorceress Corisc. What does the Traytor mean Sylv. How got you out o' th' Cave that dear dark Scene Of Villany t' escape the Minister Of Justice which I sent to seize you there Have you broke Prisons or subverted Laws Or baffled Justice made your impious cause Like those fair looks which your false colours paint Acted a Devil and appeaâ—…'d a Saint Which of 'em was 't or was it all say how All this betwitching Womans power can do Corisc. I scorn thy Imputations savage Slave 'T was Amaryllis that was found i'th'Cave And with Mirtillo caught th'Adultress dyes Can thy black soul with all its Treacheries Father on guiltless me thy barb'rous Lyes Sylv. Did he not name your Name in entring in And say you had told him true Oh I begin To find the Cheat some trick to take her head Nothing that's truth can from thy tongue proceed I 'le to the Priest and clear her of the guilt No blood but thine shall by my rage be spilt I 'le swear thy Treasons and her death prevent And false or true I 'le prove her Innocent offers to go Corisc. Sylvano stay and hear me e're you go God's for a little of the Woman now This Villain if his flight I do not stay aside Will ruine all my Love and all my Plots betray You 've often said you Lov'd Corisca. Sylv. True Corisc. And she has often said that she lov'd you Sylv. And I Fool as I was believ'd you too Corisc. Why was that Faith a Crime how can you still See by false lights and read my thoughts so ill How oft my seeming falsehood you 've pursu'd Even to my death and sought my guiltless blood Nay when your Jealousie so high could swell And your blind fears you thought discern'd so well You see kind Heav'n your Errour does prevent And cruel Man you find me Innocent Sylv. Because I once have had a false distrust Therefore my Jealousie must ne're be just Corisc. Well if I am still that Monster you suppose However sure some signe of Love it shews When I can â—…amely hear you treat me thus And yet forgive a style so infamous Sylv. Oh Syren canst thou Love how many Rogues And Villains odious Slaves and hated Dogs Have I been calâ—…'d and treated like 'em too Do call this Love yes perjuâ—…'d Woman do Corisc. To those harsh words I was by passion dâ—…iven Things done in storms should be in calmes forgiven Besides I have been treated too as ill And yet through all your Rage you Lov'd me still Sylv. And you deserv'd it you caâ—…'t less than prove A Miracle of Faith of Truth and Love You 've such a wondrous stock aâ—…k Corydon Philander Strephon Niso Clitophon Philisides Geron Thyrsis Doreo By all those Legions of your Loves you 're true Corisc. How can your fears such wild Châ—…maera's frame Can you my harmless Conversation blame Sylv. How harmlesly you â—…heir kind Visits paid Witness the Assignations you have made The Presents you â—…eceiv'd the cursed Gold For which your Vows were broke and Honour sold. Corisc. Can you object the Gifts and Treats they madeâ—… And think those Tributes were with Love repaid Our Companies requite the Treats we take And our Acceptancâ—… pays the Gifts they make â—… kept 'em Company was it ill done To hear all Loves wâ—…en I receiv'd but one Sylv. Oh Cunning Corisc. She bestows a worthless heart Whose seeble Eyes had never but one Dart. 'T is a dull prize that 's never sought but once But thus their weak pretences I râ—…nounce I 'm all Sylvano's sacred and entire Sylv. Magick and Witchcraft I shall take new fire Corisc. Alas I made you Jealous on design T' assure your Love before I made you mine Since Marriage is a Bond that tyes till death Could I have too much tryal of your Faith Sylv. Death and the Devil I am snar'd agen Tâ—…e â—…ame and silly loving Fool 's got in Corisc. Men best express how Treasures they esteem
By the concern they shew in losing ' em Your â—…age and storms to think me perjur'd prove The violence and ardence of your Love And to requiâ—…e the tedious pains you 've bornâ—… Accept in blushes this last just return Gives him her hand To morrow at the Altar seal my heart Sylv. Thou wilt be true thou must by Heav'ns thou art Kisses her hand Corisc. In all my Charms there my Dear Love I 'le meet And lay my soul at kind Sylvano's feet But one thing I forget Do not defend that naughty Womans cause Let the lewd shameful Wretch suffer the Laws They have met there before a hundred times But let her dye vile Creature â—…or her Crimes I hate that odious sin so much may all That practice it as much unpittyed fall Sylv. Forgive me if I take my self away To morrows Bliss permits me not to stay I must prepare for our dear Nuptial day And the bright Sun when he salutes the skie No Persian shall adore so much as I But see I find you true Corisc. Can you suspect me now By my Religion and my Lise I 'm true Sylv. Pray Heaven this pious resolution last For to your Sex that Grace comes not in hast Corisc. Why this mistrust Sylv. You know you never told me truth before Corisc. Now you 're unkind Sylv. Well I 'le suspect no more I will believe you just and live in hope Falsehood in Woman is a stream may stop Grant ye great Gods that one kind 〈◊〉 do Once in a lâ—…fe a Woman may speak true Exit Corisc. Poor credulous Fool What dangers did I shun Had I not us'd this Cheat I had been undone Had the bold Slave appear'd in her defence He had crusht my Plots and prov'd her Innocence But now thanks to my Wit His preparations for his faithful Bride No doubt has found him work enough beside Proud Rival nothing now thy Fate shall stay The gaudy Sacrifice must bleed to day Exit SCENE the Second Enter Montano Amaryllis bound with Attendants Mont. Base present Age which dost with thy impure Delights the beauty of the soul obscure Teaching to Nurse a Dropsie in the Veins Bridling the look but givest desire the Reins Thus like a Net that spread and cover'd lyes With leaves and tempting Flowers thou dost disguise With coy and holy Guiles a Womans heart Mak'st Life a Play and Vertue but a Part. They think it not a fault Loves Sweets to steal So from the World they can the Theft conceal Amar. Had I been guilty then it wou'd have been Less grievous to me to have Death pay sin But now to dye thus Innocent in all My pride of Youth and Forâ—…une thus to fall Is a sad case Mont. A sad one 't is indeed When at one stroke th' Arcadian hopes must bleed Thou born of Heavenly Race born to asswage A Nation 's griefs t' appease a Goddess Rage One that for Heavenly Beauty merited Temples and sacred Victims to be led Thy self to th' Altar as a Sacrifice Who could behold it without melting Eyes Oh wretched faâ—…l Amar. For all this have not I Transgrest the Law but Innocently dye Must I then dye Montano must I dye None left to hear none to defend me left Of all abandon'd of all hope bereft Only of such a mocking pitty made The wretched object as affords no aid Mont. Be patient Nymph and give me cause to tell Though thou didst ill yet that thou suffer'st well Look up to Heaven that gave thee Birth and be Content with what is writ above for thee Amar. Oh 't is a cruel Sentence whether given By Men or Gods or writ in Earth or Heaven But writ in Heaven I am sure it cannot be For that does my unsullied Bosom see And there my injur'd Innocence is known Stands fair and shines before th' Eternal Throne But what does that avail if I my Life must pay Mirt. Who fears to dye dyes every hour i'th'day Why hang'st thou back and draw'st a painful breath Death has no ill in 't but the fear of Death And they that dye when they have heard their Doom Flye from their Death Amar. Perhaps some help may come Mont. Good Nymph no more our duty calls us hence I with your stay no longer can dispence Amar. Dear Woods adieu then my dear Woods adieâ—… Receive these sighs my last ones into you Till my cold shade forc'd from her seat by dire And unjust Seel to your lov'd shades retire For sink to Hell it can't being Innocent Nor soar to Heaven laden with discontent Mirtillo dear Mirtillo most accurst The day I saw the day I pleas'd thee first Without thy Love death would less frightful be My greatest pain in death is losing thee Enter Corisca. Is this the Nymph accuses me dear Friend Thy goodness cannot to such crimes descend Rescue my Honour and my Life defend Corisc. Dear Amaryllis your own actions blame You lâ—…st my Friendâ—…hip when you lost your Fame Amâ—…r Nay then my ruine does too plain appear I little thought such Treason harbour'd here Corisc. Treason Heaven knows my heaâ—…t Treason in me No I 'de not wrong my mortal Enemy Because I 've spoyld her amorous design She would repair her Fame by wounding mine But Sir I am a Witnâ—…ss of her sin I saw this Wanton Nymph steal softly in A glowing colour all her Face o'respread It maâ—…e me blush to see her look so red At her approach behind a Bush I stept And unperceiv'd my watching station kept The eager Youth came after her in hast His looks less fearful and his steps more fast And blustring rusht into the Cave whilst I Oh the strange Charms of Curiosity Amar. Oh my tir'd patience Oh thou barbarous In humane Nymph t' abuse my Virtue thus What Treacheries did ever I design Against thy blood that thou should'st thirst for mine Corisc. Abuse thy Virtue thou hast none to wrong But not to make th'unpleasing tale too long Close to the Rock my list'ning Ear I lâ—…id And th'hollow Cave this gentle sound convey'd On the cold ground as the Nyâ—… panting lay In a faint dying Voyce I heard her say What shift does poor Love make to which the Swain With a brisk joy thus Answer'd her again No shining Monarchs in their Beds of Gold And their prâ—…ud Arms do so much Treasure hold Not half my Bâ—…ss nor half thy sweetness tast Amar. Oh torture me no more dear Sir make hast Send me to Execution let me dye T is worse than death to hear this Blasphemy Ex guarded Corisc. See with what hast she takes her self away Her guilt 's so terrible she dares not stay Yet there 's such winning Beauty in her Face That I protest were I to judge her case My tender-hearted Nature is so good I should forgive her sin I Vow I shou'd Exit Mont. Fair Golden Age when Milk was th' only Food The Cradle of the Infant World the Wood Rockt by the Winds when th' untoucht Flook
her Heaven but if I pray too late If Faith on Earth the Gods above regard With Constellations and with Crowns reward No common Coronet's reserv'd for thee In Heav'n in Hell no common pains for me Exeunt The End of the Fourth Act. ACT the fifth SCENE the Temple of Diana Amaryllis appears bound with Guards of Shepherds attending with a Heads-man and an Axe Enter to her Mirtillo who kneels to her Amar. MIrtillâ—… rise this posture does not fit My dying state And though our Sex admit Such humble Tribute in their Pomp and Pride Now I must lay that Vanity aside Mirt. If so much Innocence must bleed and all sh' unaiding Gods can see such Virtue fall Where all my Vows and all my Prayers are due Be not offended if thus low I bow You are a part of Heav'n and 't is my Duty now Amar. Mirtillo do not chide me when I own I grieve in death we two must part so soon Mirt. Oh my charm'd Ears dear Excellence go on Amar. Had Life been mine I hâ—…d kept this secret hid But Modestys strict Laws sure can't â—…orbid To own my kindness now Yet if it be A fault my dear Mirtillo to impart The tender secrets of a dying heart I shall be quickly punisht for my sin That Tongue that utters it ne're speaks agin And you 'l soon see in Scarlet currents flow That blood that blushes when I tell you so Mirt. What divine Raptures from this sweetness flow But after all these blessings must you dye Never was happiness wound up so high To break so soon Amar. Since I have gone thus far I can't but let you all my weakness hear By a feign'd Plot the false Corisca laid Into that fatal Cave I was betray'd To have found Sylvâ—…o false and enter'd in By the just forfeit of his Faithless sin To break the Fetters I was doom'd to wear And so recall my Vows to pay 'em here Mirt. Now t' all this dazeling kindness hear From me the barbarous return I made I too was to that fatal Cave betray'd I saw you enter in and my blind Jealousie By false Corisâ—…as Arts was rais'd so high That my Accurst misguided soul had fram'd Those black and hideous thoughts for which 't is daâ—…'d I went to find a Base-born Shepherd there Divinely good and excellently fair Now judge if in the race of man there be A Devil such as I or Saint like thee Amar. Mirtillo 't was unkind 't was much unkind Mirt. Is that the harshest name that you can find Why was I made the Monster of Man-kind Suspect such Innocence such goodness doubt No Infidel but I durst harbour such a thought Just Heav'n by your wing'd Lightning let me burn And fall a Funeral Taper at her Urn. Amar. Hold unkind Sir Mirt. Let me go on What Curse too great can be For that Infernal Slave that Murders thee Amar. As I â—…orgive you Sir and may Heav'n too No sarther this unpleasing style purâ—…ue Mirt. Must I be silent then Amar. Yes Sir you shall To our unhappy Stars impute my fall Mirt. Oh Miracle of Goodness Amar. And if e're You truely Loved let your calm looks appear This as I 'm dying sure you can't deny 'T is worse to bear your horrours than to dye Mirt. Divinest of thy Sex thou art obey'd I 'le summon all my Courage to my aid Enter Corisca. Corisca here Corisc. The Priest within and the chief Ministers Are feasting Heav'n with Sacrifice and Pray'rs The place is saâ—…e and I may speak Her Guards Keep distance and I shall not be o're-heard Mirt. Dares thy Accursed Face Corisc. What dismal Prologue 's there aside No Sir it is my kindness brings me here I come to save her Life Mirt. Wilt thou protect her Life and clear her Fame Cor. I will Mirt. Then I 'le raise Altars to thy Name Corisc. When I betray'd you Mirt. I forgive the sin Name it no more thou art all white agen Save but her Life and in immortal Charms I 'le Live for ever Corisc. Hold. Not in her Arms. Mirt. What do I hear Corisc. Unseal your blinded Eyes I am that Nymph who for Mirtillo dyes And once my Rivals Murder had design'd But thanks to Heav'n I 've chang'd that bloody mind The Guilt 's all gone but yet the Love remains Mirtillo if in pitty to my pains You can be moved by a sad Virgins Prayer To save my Life by killing my Despair Your hand to me before this Altar give And Amaryllis for that Grace shall live Amar. Oh horrour what a killing sound is here Corisc. Nor for her safety think you pay so dear I rob you Sir of nothing She can ne're Be Yours the Bars that Destiny has thrown Betwixt your Loves have your vain hopes undone Amar. By her false Accusations let me dye If nothing but your Love my Life can buy That mighty sum do not too Prodigally pay That hour that takes Mirtilloes heart away My Death begins Then let it gently come Let me not sink in Tortures to my Tomb. Corisc. Oh my wrack'd heart Mirt. Oh my transported soul Was ever Love so true Corisc. Was ever Fool So Idle Yes embrace thy amorous Prize Fill thy fond Arms and glut thy greedy Eyes But know in one half hour thy darling dyes Mirt. Infernal Fiend Forgive me Angel was the word I meant Kneels to Corisca. Save but her Life and be my Tutelar Saint Enter Montano Ergasto Linco and several Shepherds and Priests in Procession singing SONG Sols Sister Daughter of great Jupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphear To the blind World Thou whose Life-giving and more temp'rate ray Thy Brothers burning fury does allay Ah pitty thy Arcadia and that rage Thou dost in others in thy self asswage Mirt. Once more your sacred Voyces all Unite And once agen invoke the Queen of Night Second SONG Where 's artless Innocence and guiltless Loves If they are Banisht the Arcadian Groves Fair Cynthia though late Pitty the Ruins of a World Create In us true Honour Virtue 's all the State Great souls should keep To these poor Cells return Which were thy Courts but now thy absence mourn From their dead sleeps awake All those Lethargick Infidels Who following their corrupted Wills Thee and the glory of the ancient World forsake Mirt. To what dire Prodigies does sin give Birth The Goddess sweats cold drops of blood the Earth Is Palsie shook the sacred Cavern houls With such unwonted sounds as tortur'd souls Send out of Graves Our blasted Victims show Our Ills too plain and our Revenge too slow Mirt. These Prodigies by angry Heav'n are sent To prove this perjur'd Beauty Innocent Mistake not Holy Sir When Justice strikes and suffering Criminals dye The Gods look smiling and serene their Sky These horrors all from Innocent blood arise Heaven's only Clouded when the guiltless dyes Corisc. How guiltless would she were Then these chast Groves Had never been profaned with impious Loves Her Insamy had
Cave's her Plot and laid Only to have her Rivals Life betray'd And yet by all the Oaths Art could design Or faithless Woman ever break she 's mine And mine by all her Conjurations nay To morrow was to be our Wedding day And all was but a trick to take me hence Least I should stay to prove her Innocence Never did such a monstrous spurious Race Of Nature Heav'n and Natures works disgrace Mont. Is all this Truth Sylvan Too true Mont. Just Heav'n forbid False Nymph did You Corisc. I know not what I did I Cheated Him wrong'd Him design'd Her Fall I have my Pardon and I Own it all Mont. Had ever blood been so unjustly spilt But though I have forgiven your savage guilt I can't permit your breach of Faith I must Not only pardon you but make you just Cor. I am all horrour Mirt. If this false-Fair ones Crimes you can forgive And take an humble penitent Fugitive She 's yours Corisc. Death and Confusion Mont. 'T was breach of Faith was the provoking guilt In all the sufferings Arcadia felt But it shall end Sylv. You could not please me more This Nymph is all the Blessings I implore I hate her worse Then Hell and of all other hopes bereft aside Marriage is all the dear Revenge that 's left Corisc. Is this your promis'd mercy Let me meet Wracks Death any thing but him Mont. Is this your Penitence for your pardon'd Crime Corisc. To Marry him is all the plagues of Hell Adders and Scorâ—…ions Sylvan No 't is wondrous well I shall Convert thee pretty Infidel Corisc. Have you no mercy left no pitty Sir Sylvan Have you no Justice leâ—…t Give me but her Corisc. Of all the Savages the World can find Let me but shun that Monster of the kind Sylv. Of all the happiness of humane Life I only beg that Jewel for a Wife Cor. Oh Sir you Stab me Kill me Mont. When you Swore You 'd Marry him were Oaths esteem'd no more Forsaken Piety where art thou fled Be just as you wou'd save your forfeit Head Corisc. I loath thy very sight Sylv. And I love thee my pretty Innocence As much as thy Hot blood loves Impotence Cor. Why then Inhumane will you Marry me Sylvan To torture every Vein of thy false heart Make thy checkt pride at my dear Vengeance start Thy torments will a secret Joy afford I was thy Slave and now shall be thy Lord. Nor hope I 'le shun thy hated Bed in spight I 'le Tyrannize all day and sport all night My Head I 'le on thy perjur'd Bosom lay Ransack thy spoyles and chace thy sleeps away Enter Sylvio and Dorinda who kneel to Montano Corisc. Yes Villain do and my Revenge shall be I will be kind to all thy Sex but thee I 'le make you a worse Monster than you are Oh I am Mad Sylvan A very hopefull pair Corisc. I 'le meet thy loath'd embrace in such a frightful shape That evâ—…ry Kiss you force shall be a Rape To Mirt. As I am doubly punisht for my Crime At once in losing you and meeting him In pitty to the Ruins which you make Those few stol'n minutes from her Arms you take Bestow on me You 'l find me strangely good I 'le banish all the Feavour from my blood And love you with desires so pure so chast Sylvna Stand off the Witchcrafts of those Eyes are past Dear Mine I 'le lay thy wandring Devils fast Corisc. You shall be welcome to my Soul my Arms. But iâ—… the force of her more pow'rful Charms Hold you too sure to make him Jealous be So kind as but to feign and flatter me Ayd the Revenge of an unhappy Wife And make him lead a wretched Husbands Life Sylvan Let him come near thee Syren if he can Thy Slavery shall have so short a chain I 'le keep my aking Fore-head from that pain Corisc. In all the Cheats I used the tricks I plaid And all the Credulous Fools I have betray'd Free from all hainous Crimes I safely slept My Virgin Chastity entire I kept Did I preserve my Innocence for this A Maid dull Slave I am too good for thee A Curse upon my Idle Honesty Sylvan Can she be honest then at last If this Be true ye Gods I ask no greater Bliss Sylvio Your Confirmation of our Loves has given Me all the joys I wish on this side Heav'n Dorind But Sylvio see you Love me as you shou'd And slight me not for want of Heav'nly blood But Sir if Love to Gods Allied can be I am as near of Kin to Heav'n as she Enter Titiro Tit. Welcome to Life and to thy Fathers Arms I am all joy My Youth ne're felt such Charms Here take her Sir and may you happy live to Mirt. This day has all the longest Life could give Dorin Gerana Ger. My dear Joy Dorind The happy Dart That Sylvio shot brought me my Sylvio's heart Through the dear Wound his Soul came fluttering in He 'l Love and Love and never Hate agen But you have been unkâ—…nd Ger. I Dor. Yes you said I should not think of Love Heav'n knows how long Till seaven years hence But you were in the wrong My Sylvio finds no fault that I 'm too Young Mont. Now my dear Children share your Fâ—…thers heart Love has this day play'd its Triumphant part But Cynthia all these Blessings spring from Thee Faith Innocence Truth Justice Constancy And every Grace that humane Breast inspires Is but a spark of the Celestial fires Mirt. All other Vertues may be taught a hove But ye great Gods look down and learn to Love Exeunt Omnes FINIS EPILOGUE VVHo would not Damn a silly Rhiming Fop When there is scarce a Fore man of a Shop With sense of Animal and face of Stoick But Courts poor Tawdry Sempstress in Heroick Will make ye Rhimes on Cakes and Ale Reherse A Holy days Treat at Islington in Verse Rhiming which once had got so much your passion When it became the Lumber of the Nation Like Vests your seaven years Love grew out of fashion Great Subjects and Grave Poets please no more Their high strains now to humble Farce must lower So strutting Gallant in his burly Vest And in his loose full-bodyed Tunick drest All on a sudden to Thin gutted Paunch A slim French Jerkin Breeches close to Haunch Was grown so changed you 'd swear the slender Imp Was dwindled from a Lobster to a Shrimp Aâ—…d as with Habits so 't is with the Stage Fashion is all the Beauty of the Age. Anâ—… yet though thanks be to our happy Stars We'vâ—… Fools enough good Comedies are scarce And Faith 't is very strange Fops being so plenty There 's not one hits your Pictures right in twenty And gad the Reason I have thought upon To that Pariety of Fop you run Your Features change e're half your Picture 's done Be but more Constant Fool but on one way And sit but â—…ut the finishing a Play 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my honest word I 'le pawn You may be better pâ—…as'd and better drawn