crosse cut with 's armes and yet that Orke-catcher Ataches has a pesslence carriage on 's pate the Nymphs beleare him partly so so so Now Cupid doe I come to thee To thee vpon my bare-head knee Knee neuer bare-head yet before Before it begged at thy doore Enter Scrocca with his nets Scr. What deuout Cancrone knocking at Cupids doore Can. Ah Scrocca thou hast corrupted the goodest verse I was making my supplantation to Trustie Triton for good lucke and see if he haue not heard mee our nets are returnd Scr. He might well heare thee for this once for thou doest not trouble him often But if I had not lookt to them better then he had wee might haue gone whistle for them come Cancrone will you goe Can. Yes I warrant you I 'le peraduenture my person in a Cocke-boate Scr. Why then wee 'l take the gallie foist Can. Goe foist if you will the burnt child dreads the water and good men are scantie make much of one Cancrone Scr. Well if you come you shall haue vs at the red roche Can. Yes I 'le fish on land for mermaids Exit This dog-fish had almost put mee out of my loue-lesson Now to thee againe courteous Cupid All sunke and soust in soppy loue Cupid for thy mothers doue Helpe Enter Conchylio in Cupids habitt Con. All haile Cancrone according to thy wish I here am present great King of hearts Duke of desires Lord of loue whom mortals gentle Cupid doe ycleape Can. Beest thou Cupid thou art vile like our Conchylio Con. True Cancrone and lest the beames of my bright deitie should with their lustre wound those infant eyes I haue vouchsaf't in this forme to appeare lo thy Conchylio and thy Cupid here what wouldst thou with mee Can. I haue a suite to your godship Con. So it be not your Orke-suite I embrace it say on my darling Can. I am in loue as they say but I cannot tell whom to be in loue withall Con. Here are Nymphs enow Vrina Olinda Lilla Glaucilla Bobadilla Can. Mee thinks that Boberdil sounds like a fine play-fellow for mee Con. No I 'le tell thee one her name shall make thy mouth water Can. Make water in my mouth that 's Vrina I 'le none of her shee 's too high colourd Con. No t is Cosma the fishers flame the shepheards hope whose beautie Pas admires Can. I but will you throw forth a good word for mee Con. I tell thee I 'le make her all to beloue thee shee shall not rest till shee meete thee here but first I must arme thee with some magicke charmes Can. What be they my chops would faine be champing them Con. First you must anagramatize her name then sympathize your owne Can. Tize zize thize I shall ne're hit that Con. For an anagram I 'le fit you Cosma a smocke Can. Prettie Con. For the sympathie of your owne name but thus your name Cancrone bids you counterfeite the counter-creeping crab and goe backward to her Can. Doe I looke like a crab I had rather goe forward to a Nymph Con. Thirdly because euery fisher is borne vnder Pisces therefore the signe is in the foote with you you must come therefore with one foote bare Con. I but shall I not catch cold and cough and spoile my part Can. It must be the right foote and then seest thou this mirtle tree all my arrowes are made of the wood of it thou must in her sight get vp and gather the highest bough of it Con. I but what shall I doe with the bough Con. O the bough why setting thus a prettie while you must wrappe a cockle garland about it and then when the poore lasse melts and consumes with thy loue Can. Then I 'le throw it at her come downe to her shall I not Con. Excellent well I see thou art inspir'd Can. Nay I can take it if you put it to mee Con. But the iust nicke when thou must throw it is when she says I die I cry I lie Can. I die I cry I lye I would haue her lie but not die but will you make her come indeede Con. I and in her best clothes too Can. Nay 't is no such matter for clothes but what must I say I had almost forgot it Con. Nothing but a short charme which I 'le teach you as we goe on afore I 'le follow you Can. Let me see backward Con. Blockhead Can. Barelegge Con. Beetlepate Can. Cockleshell Con. Coxecombe Can. Boughs Con. Bussard Can. The towne 's ours I no triumph I no triumph Con. I 'le coole my hot louer he shall sit on a perch for a stale now must I be vncupidate shortly appeare here Cosmafied it shall be hard but with the same limetwig I 'le catch a bigger bird then this First I will serue my selfe my mistris after My baite is seeming loue my prey true laughter Scen. 5. Enter Pas solus What art strength wit can tame a fish or flye The least of creatures vs'd to liberty With losse of life shake off base captiue chaines And with restraint all life disdaines But I ah foole yeld vp my selfe a slaue And what they shunne by death doe basely craue My griefe more then my folly who deplore That which all others vse to wish before My loue loues too too much too many For while she liketh all she loues not any Loue let my prayers yet thus farre onely moue thee Let me her falsly or she truely loue me Enter Cosma See where she comes and that so bright a sunne Should haue no spheare no certaine race to runne I 'le stand and ouer-heare her Cos. I can but smile to thinke how foolish wise Those women are that chuse their loues for wisedome Wisedome in men's a golden chaine to tie Poore women in a glorious slauery Pas. Hark Heauens O monstrous harke O women women Cos. Fond men that blame the loue that euer ranges To foule and sluttish loue that neuer changes The Muses loue by course to change their meeter Loue is like linnen often chang'd the sweeter Pas. Thus these neate creatures dead with loue and all By shunning beastlines make it beastiall Cos. Our beauty is our good the cause of loue Fond that their good toth ' best will not improue What Husbandman neglects his time of sowing What fisher loseth winds now fairely blowing Beauty our good ah good ah short and brittle A little little good for time as little How easie doest thou slide and passe away Vnborne full growne and buried in a day Thy spring is short and if thou now refuse it T is gone when faine thou wouldst thou shalt not vse it The time and euery minute daily spends thee Spend thou the time while time fit leisure lends thee Pas. Does she not blush hark women here 's your preacher Maids you want a Mistris here 's a teacher Cos. Now since Conchylio spake of this Armillus My new found louer I halfe long to try him Too cruell she that makes
purpose Per. No Ar. Nothing but no and yes fie fie Perindus Your too much passion shewes you want affection Your sister in such sort conuey'd and you So carelesse of her griefe it much misseemes you Why learne you not the cause Per. Thou counsailst well Griefe weary of it selfe all sence depriuing Felt neyther sence nor griefe by ouergrieuing Enter Atyches But see my Atyches what different passions Striue in his doubtfull face pitty would weepe And danger faine would rocke high thoughts a sleepe Whiles resolution chides the daring feare And courage makes poore feare afrade to feare Atych. Thou God that rulst the sunnes bright flaming cart If thou my grand-sire art as sure thou art For in my breast I feele thy powers diuine Firing my soule which tels mee I am thine Direct my hand and guide this poynted dart That it may peirce and riue the monsters heart Per. Atyches Atych. Ah Perindus this lucklesse howre Bids thee vnwelcome fly and neuer more Neuer approach to view this deadly shore Per. Why what 's the newes Atych. Thy sister the fayre Olinda must die Ar. So must we all Atych. But none of all as she Per. Canst tell the cause and manner Atych. yes and till the sunne Twixt noone and night his middle race shall runne The rites will not be finisht 't is briefly thus Thou knowst by Neptunes temple close their growes A sacred garden where euery flowers blowe Here blushing roses there the Lillies white Here Hyacinth and there Narcissus bright And vnderneath the creeping violets show That sweetnes oft delights to dwell below Vaulted aboue with thousand fragrant trees And vnder pa'ud with shamefast Strawberies Which creeping lowe doe sweetely blushing tell That fairest pleasantst fruits doe humblest dwell Breifly a little Heauen on Earth it seemes where euery sweete and pleasure fully streames Ar: Fisher thou now describ'st some paradice Can any ill from so much good arise Atych Henbane and roses in our garden growe Ah that from fruits so sweete such gall should flowe Here faire Olinda with her Nymphs arriues And time away time to fast posting driues While Nago that deformed enchanter ranging Along these trees his shape and habit changing Seem'd then Glaucilla such his statelike eyes Such haire such lipps such cheekes such rosie dies So like Glaucillas selfe that had shee spide him More would shee doubt her selfe the more shee eyd him Ar. Can art forge nature with so true a lie Atych. The falsest coine is fairest to the eie Singling thy sister forth they chance to see The sacred graft of that Hesperian tree Whose golden apples much the eye delighting Would tempt the hands the longing tast inuiting And now the subtill witch spies fit occasion Aud with fitte speech and oaths and soft perswation So words hee mind that shee ha little guessing What monster lay vnder that faind dressing Puls of th' vnhappie fruit straight downe shee falls And thrice a thundring voice Dicaeus calls The preist knew what the fearefull voice portended And faire Olinda halfe dead apprehended And to the temple beares her there reseruing Till the third day with death payes her deseruing So Neptune bids that who shall touch the tree With hands profane shall by Malorcha die Malorcha bread in seas yet seas do dread him As much more monstrous then the seas that bred him Per. Ah my Olinda who can pitty thee That wouldst not pitty th' excellent Thalander 'T is iust yee seas well doth impartiall fate With monstrous death punish thy monstrous hate And whither art thou now thus armed going Atych. Downe to the fatall rocke I goe to see And act a part in this foule Tragedy Per. Why canst thou hope such losses to repayre Atych. Who nothing hopes yet nothing ought despaire Per. What 't is impossible ah cease to proue Atych. What euer was impossible to loue Per. 'T is certaine thou adst thy death to hers Atych. Vnworthy loue that life for loue prefers Per. What good canst do when thou canst not restore her Atych to liue with her or else to die before her Per. 'T is fate that in this monster bids engraue her Atych. And 't is my fate to die with her or saue her Per. In vaine to fight against all conquering Ioue Atyoh. But in my hand shall fight Ioue conquering loue Per. Atyches why shouldst thou thus betray thy selfe She was my sister and as deare to me As euer was a sister to a brother Had fate felt any hope my willing hand Should be as Prest to giue her ayd as any Were not the fight gainst heauen I might aduenture But here I needs must leaue her though a brother She neuer loued mee Atych. I lou'd her euer Per. More shouldest thou hate her now Atych. Can Seas or Riuers stand can Rocks remooue Could they yet could I neuer cease to loue Perindus if now I see thee last farewell Within thy breast all ioyes and quiet dwell Adiew Olinda now to thee I flye For thee I liu'd for thee I 'le gladly die Exit Atyches Per. Goe choycest spirit the heauenly loue regard thee And for thy loue with life and loue reward thee Scen. 4. Enter Perindus Armillus Ar. Perindus thou knowst how late was my arriuall And short abode in this your Sicely And how delighted with these accidents So strange and rare I haue decreed to make Some longer stay but since I saw this Atyches His loue more strong then death a resolution Beyond humanity I much desir'd To know him what he is and what his country That breeds such minds let me intreate you then At large to giue me all this story Somewhat t' will east your griefe iust are his paines That sorrow with more sorrow entertaines Per. It will be tedious and my heauy minde Fit words for such a tale can neuer finde Yet I 'le vnfold it all that you may see How beautious loue showes in inconstancy Who hath not heard of Glaucus loue haplesse Whilst fairest Seylla baths him loue inspires At once herselfe she cooles and him she fires A sea god burnt in flames and flames most please him Glaucus findes neither waues nor hearbes to ease him Cold were his eyes more cold her coy disdaine Yet none of boeth could quench loues schorching flame Till Circe whom scornd loue to madnes moues Quenches at once her beautie and his loues There stands shee now a proofe of iealous spite As full of horror now as then delight Ar. The fruite of iealousie is euer curst But when t is grafted in a crab t is worst Bad in a man but monstrous in a woman And which the greater monster hard to know Then ielous Circe or loath'd Scylla now After when time had easd his greife for Scylla Circe with charmes and prayers and gifts had wone him Her loue shee reapt in that high rocky frame Which euer since hath borne faire Circes name The Moone her fainting light 10 times had fed And 10 times more her globe had emptied When two fayre twins she
you is that you returne round about the Cape presently before the Orke smell you if he were within twelue score he might wind them foh Can. Nay I shall be deuourd Con. Plucke out a good heart man Can. If I could doe so I might saue the Orke a labour that Will be done to my hand I know I shall be deuourd Con. Why man Can. Why my grandsire was deflourd and they say deflouring goes in a blood Con. If I ridde you both of this feare will you worship mee Can. O worshipfull water-wight Scr. O Neptunes father Can. O Glaucus Mother Con. Why then thus my deities oracle giues you answer thus When 2 famous fishers fall vpon this sand Let them for feare of mightie Orke leaue seas saile home by land I haue not pincht them for measure I haue giuen them Oracle vp to the elbowes Can. Saile ther 's your office Scrocca you must goe Scr. By land there 's your office goe you Con. What can you not expound Dragge vp your bote and home-ward crosse this shore Can. Wee are all made I vnderstood you sir but I did not know your meaning Scr. Pull you the bote at nose I 'le lift at the arse Can. Manners lacke this is a land voyage I am master Con. Hoh roh droh Horka Corka Suga ponto the monster coms downe vnder the boate turne it ouer I le helpe they couer themselues ouer with their beates for feare of the Orke creept ouer the stage Retire thou sacred monster creepe on These sweet soules are no food for thee on on 'T is time these soules were spent they begin To stink retire thou great god Neptunes scourge Retire I say while this twinne tortoise passes And dare not once to touch these fish flesh asses Hah ha he farewell good tortoise what good foutch Haddocke Hare and Cod you shall walke with me I le be your Orke yet I le carry the Cod to my mistris Cosma I know she loues it well let Conchilio be turn'd into an Oyster if hee would not play the Orke euery day for such sport it shall go hard but I le with my friend Cancrone yet once againe Exit CHORVS Happy happie Fishers swaine If that yee knew your happines Your sport tasts sweeter by your paines Sure hope your labour relishes Your net your liuing when you eate Labour finds appetite and meat When the seas and tempest roare You eyther sleepe or pipe or play And dance along the golden shore Thus you spend the night and day Shrill windes a pipe hoarse seas a taber To fit your sports or ease your labour First ah first the holy Muse Rap't my soules most happy eyes Who in those holy groues doe vse And learne those sacred misteries The yeares and months old age and birth The palsies of the trembling earth The flowing of the sea and Moone And ebbe of both and how the tides Sinke in themselues and backward run How palled Cynthia closely slides Stealing her brother from our sight So robs herselfe and him of light But if cold natures frozen parts My dull slow heart and cloudie braine Cannot reach those heauenly nets Next happie is the fishers paine Whose loue roofes peace doe safely hide And shut out fortune want and pride There shall I quiet fearelesse raigne My boyes my subiects taught submission About my court my sonnes my traine Nets my puruaiors of prouision The steere my septer pipe musition Labour my Phisicke no Phisitian So shall I laugh the angry seas and skie Thus singing may I liue and singing die Act. 3. Scen. 1. Enter Perindus VVHen Attyches with better sight I eye Some powre me thinks beyond humanity Some heauenly power within his bosome lyes And plainely looks through th' windowes of his eyes Thalander if that soules departed rest In other men thou liuest in his brest He is more then he seemes or else but see Enter Glaucilla My loue my hate my ioy my miserie Glau. Perindus whither turnst thou if thy wandring loue My loue eschew yet nothing canst thou see Why thou shouldst flye me I am no monster friend That seekes thy spoyle looke on me I am shee To whom th' hast vowd all fayth and loyalty Whom thou with vowes and prayers and oathes hast ply'd And praying wept and weeping beene deny'd And dy'd in the denyall I am she Whom by my brothers importunity Thalanders meanes thou want'st who still perseuer Though thou art chang'd I louing loue for euer Tell me am I altered in minde or bodies frame What then I was am I not still the same Per. Yes yes thou art the same both then and now As faire more faire then heauens clearest brow Glau. What haue I now deserued Per. In heauen to dwell The purest starre deserues not heauen so well Glau. Perindus I am the same ah I am she I was at first but thou thou art not hee Which once thou wast Per. True ah too true Then was I happy being so distressed And now most miserable by being blessed Glau. Tell me what thus hath chang'd thy former loue Which once thou sworst nor heauen nor hell could moue How hath this scorne and hate stolne in thy heart And on a Commick stage hast learnt the art To play a tyrant and a foule deceiuer To promise mercy and performe it neuer To looke more sweete maskt in thy lookes disguise Then mercies selfe or pitties gracious eyes Per. Fa la la fa la la lah. Glau. Ah me most miserable Per. Ah me most miserable Glau. Wretched Glaucilla where hast thou set thy loue Thy plaints his ioy thy teares his laughter moue Sencelesse of these he sings at thy lamenting And laughs at thy hearts tormenting Wretched Glaucilla Per. More wretched Perindus Where by refusing life thou diest for whom Thou liuest in whom thou drawst thy ioy and breath And to accept thy life is more then death Glau. Perindus Per. Fa la la fa la la lah. Exit Perindus Scen. 2. Glaucilla sola Haplesse and fond too fond and haplesse maide Whose hate with loue whose loue with hate is payd Or learne to hate where thou hast hatred prou'd Or learne to loue againe where thou art lou'd Thy loue gets scorne doe not so dearely earne it At least learne by forgetting to vnlearne it Ah fond and haplesse maide but much more fond Canst thou vnlearne the lesson thou has cond Since then thy fixed loue will leaue thee neuer He hates thy loue leaue thou his hate foreuer And though his yce might quench thy loues desiring Liue in his loue and die in his admiring Olinda so late abroad Enter Olinda The sunne is now at rest heauens winking eyes All drowsie seeme loue onely rest denies But thou art free as aire what is the reason What glasse is this Olin. Prethee Glaucilla Doe not thus search my soules deepe ranckling wound Which thou canst neuer helpe when thou hast found Glau. Thy soule was wont to lodge within mine eare And euer was it safely harboured there My eare
all labour sleepes The soule vnbent this as her play-time keepes And sports it selfe in fancies winding streames Bathing his thoughts in thousand winged dreames The fisher tyr'd with labour snorteth fast And neuer thinks of paines to come or past Only loue waking rest and sleepe despises Sets later then the sunne and sooner rises With him the day as night the night as day All care no rest all worke no holy-day How different from loue is louers guise He neuer opes they neuer shut their eyes Per. Ha this is he I 'le stand and ouerheare him Atych. So I am alone ther 's none but I My griefe my loue my wonted company And which best fits a grieued louers sprite The silent stars and solitarie night Tell mee heauens sentinels that compasse round This ball of earth on earth was neuer found A loue like mine so long so truly seru'd Whose wage is hate haue all my paines deseru'd Contempt mine and her for shee deare affected The more I lou'd the more I was neglected Since thou canst loue where thou hast hatred prou'd Olinda how canst thou hate where thou art lou'd Thy body is mine by conquest but I find Thy bodie is not alwayes with thy mind Giue both or none or if but one o' th' two Giue mee thy mind and let thy bodie goe If this without thy minde I only haue What giu'st thou more to me then to thy graue Prooue mee my deare what canst thou hate in mee Vnlesse my loue my loue still bent on thee My name 's Thalander perhaps it doth displease thee I will refuse my name if that may ease thee Thalander to exile wee 'l still confine And I 'le be Atyches so I bee thine Per. Thalander i' st possible I oft suspected How he is altered not himselfe i' st possible Aty. Yet what thou hat'st thy brother loues as well Tell me my dearest loue what haue I done What has Thalander done ah tell mee Per. More Then thousand such as she can nere restore Thalander start not how haue my eyes deceiu'd me Ah let me blesse my armes with thy embraces My deare Thalander my only life my heart My soule O of my soule the better part I st thee I hold I scarce dare trust mine eyes Which thus deceiu'd mee by their former lies Aty. Thou welcomst miserie while thine armes infold mee Per. I am the blessedst man that liues to hold thee My heart doth dance to finde thee Aty. Ah Perindus When least thou thinkst thou art deceiued most My selfe my loue my labour I haue lost When I haue lost my selfe to finde my loue Per. In losing of thy fame th' ast found She loues thee friend most dearely And though she thought thy loue would be her death Yet for and in thy loue shee 'd lose her breath And nothing else should grieue her in the end She had one life for such a loue to spend Aty. Doe not deceiue me Per. Why shouldst thou mistrust me Aty. Perindus my ioy by too much ioy enioying I feele not halfe my ioy by ouer-ioying Per. Her selfe shall speake it Come let 's goe Aty. 'T is night Per. Shee 'l thinke it day when thou art in her sight Aty. Lead me for yet my mind too much affected To haue it so makes truth it selfe suspected Exeunt CHORVS Loue is the fire damme nurse and seede Of all that aire earth waters breede All these earth water aire fire Though contraries in loue conspire Fond painters loue is not a lad With bow and hafts and feathers clad As he is fancied in the braine Of some loose louing idle swaine Much sooner is he felt then seene His substance subtile slight and thinne Oft leapes hee from the glancing eyes Oft in some smooth mount he lyes Soonest he winnes the fastest flyes Oft lurkes he twixt the ruddy lips Thence while the heart his Nectar sips Downe to the soule the poyson slips Oft in a voyce creeps downe the eare Oft hides his darts in golden haire Oft blushing cheeks do light his fire Oft in a smooth soft kinne retires Often in smiles often in teares His flaming heate in water beares When nothing else kindles desire Euen vertues selfe shall blow the fire Loue with thousand darts abounds Surest and deepest vertue wounds Oft himselfe becomes a dart And loue with loue doth loue impart Thou painfull pleasure pleasing paine Thou gainefull life thou losing gaine Thou bitter sweete easing disease How doest thou by displeasing please How doest thou thus bewitch the heart To loue in hate to ioy in smart To thinke it selfe most bound when free And freest in his slauery Euery creature is thy debter None but loues some worse some better Onely in loue they happy prooue Who loue what most deserues their loue Act. 4. Scen. 1. Enter Perindus and Thalander Per. BE patient Aty. Yes I am patient And suffer all while all heauens ills are spent Per. You giue your selfe to griefe Aty. Sencelesse and mad Who in much griefe is not extremely sad Per. Alas sir she was mortall and must die Aty. True true and could the fates no time espie But this to me she neuer liu'd till now And now Perindus now oh Per. She was my sister Aty. Alas thy sister She was my life my soule she was my love She was words know not what she was to me She was thou most accursed word of be Per. Be comforted Tha. Perindus the very name of comfort is most comfortlesse Comfort ioy hope liu'd in her cheerfull smiling And now must die or liue in far exiting Comfort ioy hope for euer I deny you And would not name you now but to defie you Per. Sir with more patience you haue often borne Far greater euils Tha. Perindus doe not say so If thou yet loue me prethee doe not say so Was euer ill as this hels breuiary All torment in this narrow space is layd The worst of all in these two words are sayd Olinda dead dead whither doest thou lead mee Why I can goe alone alone can finde The way I seeke I see it best when blinde I prethee leaue me Per. Thalander I 'le not leaue thee Should heauen with thunder strike these arms that claspe thee My dying hands should but more firmely graspe thee Tha. Thou violat'st thy loue in thy mistaking And cleane forsak'st thy friend in not forsaking Olinda I cannot come they heere enchaine me But neyther can nor shall they here detaine me I' th' meane time all the honour I can giue thee Is but a graue that sacred rocke the place Of my conception and my buriall Since Hymen will not death shall make thee mine If not my marriage my death-bed shall be thine Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Rimbombo Farewell yee mountaines and thou burning AEtna If yet I doe not beare thee in my brest And am my selfe a liuing walking AEtna The Nymphs that on you dwell are too coy Too coy and proud more fierce then robbed tygre More deafe then seas and more inflexible
brine of sorrow These pearly shells which dayly shall bee fild VVith my hearts water through my eyes distild You corralls whose fresh beauties are a shadow Of her sweete blushes tell her liuing graces Though now as you pluckt from their natiue places Are yet as you from your first seate remou'd Here fresher shining then when first I lou'd Thou rocke that in thy blest armes doest infold her Witnes my heart as firme as you do hold her And now goodnight thou set sunne beauties neuer Neuer more to be seene goodnight for euer Thou siluer forehead and thou golden haire My best my onely treasure when you were You snowy plaines and you faire modest dies You liuing stars but now two quenched lights Whose fall heauens stars with feared ruine frights You eyebrowes which like Rainbowes two appeare A miracle Rainebowes on skie so cleare And all you vnseene beauties softly rest Sleepe quiet sleepe you in this stony chest I cannot long I will not long be from you Shortly I 'le come and in this rockie bed Slumber with my Olinda with Olinda I 'le sleepe my fill meane time as neere as may be Here rest mine eyes rest close by your Olinda He lies downe by the rocke Harke harke Arion thou choice Musician Sing mee a note that may awake pale death Such as may moue deafe Hell and Stygian Ioue Such as once Orpheus O I am idle idle Sleep sleep mine eyes this short releasement take you Sleepe sleepe for euer neuer more awake you Her face your obiect neuer more shall be Sleepe then vaine eyes why should you wish to see Scen. 2. The Rocke opens Enter Olinda led by Glaucus and Circe they retire leauing Olinda Song Olin. Thou worthiest daughter of the greatest light Most powerfull Circe and thou honour'd Glaucus What dutie a poore fisher maid may giue you In thankes and vowes and holy offerings Shall still be ready at your sacred altars Thalander now to thee what sacrifice What offerings may appease thy wronged loue What haue I but my selfe ah worthlesse prize Of such so tryed and so vnmou'd a faith Ah could I spend my body weare my soule And then resume another soule and body And then consume that soule and body for thee All would not pay the vse of halfe my debt How pale he lookes how strangely alter'd Is he not dead no no his pulse is quicke His heart is strong and rising in his heate Threatens with strokes my churlish hand to beate Nature how couldst in one so firmely tie Perpetuall motion to fixt constancy How can this wonder fall in Notion A heart vnmou'd yet still in motion Alas he weepes I hope his griefe and feares Swimme fast away in those sad streaming teares Th' ast mourn'd enough more iustly may I weepe Leaue me thy teares rest thou and sweetely sleepe Thalander starts vp Tha. Morpheus one more such dreame shall buy me Where where art Olinda whither whither flyest thou Olin. Nay whither flies Thalander here 's Olinda Tell mee why wak'd the substance thou eschewest Whose shadowe in a dreame thou gladly viewest Tha. Thou fairest shadow of a Nymph more faire Death yet I see cannot thy light impaire Olin. Thou dreamest still Thalander Tha. Ah too too true For such a sight wake shall I neuer viewe Olin. I liue Tha. Would I were dead on that condition Olin. So would not I beleeue me friend I liue Tha. Could I beleeue it I were happie Olin. If mee thou wilt not trust thy sence thy eyes Tha. They saw thee dead how shall I trust my eie Which either now or then did vowch a lie Olin. Credit thy touch Tha. Then like a dreame thou 'lt flie Olin. Thou flyest thou art the shadow loue not I Thalander take this t is thine for euer Nothing but death nor death this knot shall seuer Enter Alcippus Al. How is this haue you learnt haue you learnt your mother Circes art to raise the dead wonder thinke shee liues Olin. What says Thalander does he yet beleeue mee Tha. If thou art dead faire hand how doest reuiue mee Olin. Thalander heart and hand had now beene cold but for Glaucilla she preuenting Cosma temperd the poysonous viall changing death for sleepe so gaue mee life thee loue Tha. Alcippus art thou there thou art my freind I prethee tell mee true true Alcippus doest thou not see Olinda Al. I see her in your hand Tha. Art sure t is she tell me are wee aliue Art sure we wake are we not both mistaken If now I sleepe O let me neuer waken Al. If you would surely know trie if shee breathe Tha. Thy hand liues doe thy lips liue too Olinda Alcippus shee liues and breathes Alcippus And with that sugred bread my heart both fir'd And life and loue with thousand ioyes inspir'd Ah my Olinda Olind. My deare my deare Thalander Tha. I st possible thou liu'st i st sure I hold thee These happy armes shall neuer more vnfold thee Olin. Tell mee my loue canst thou such wrongs forgiue mee Tha. My ioy my soule Olin. I neuer more will grieue you Canst thou forget my hate my former blindnes If not boldly reuenge my rash vnkindnes Pierce this vile heart my soules vngratefull center Pierce with thy dart where loues dart could not enter Tha. For thy defence my hand shall still attend thee My hand and heart but neuer to offend thee The only penance that I enioyne thee euer Is that wee liue and loue and ioy together Thinke not my hand will sacriledge commit To breake this temple where all Graces sit Olin. True true my loue t is vow'd a temple now Where euer shall be worshipt loue and thou Al. You happie paire since Cosma's spight 's defeated And Magoe's charmes and death by loue is cheated Why stand you here t is time from hence to moue This was the bedde of death and not of loue Death hath his part of night loue challengeth The rest loue claimes the night as well as death Tha. What sayes my loue Olin. What my Thalander euer With thee to life or death but from thee neuer Al. This halfe perswades mee to become a louer Exeunt Where better could her loue then here haue neasted Or he his thoughts more daintily haue feasted Manet Alcippus Scen. 3. Enter Tyrinthus and Gryphus Tyr. Knowst thou Perindus sister or Olinda Al. I know them both sir Tyr. Liue they yet and breathe Al. They liue and now most happy Exit Alcippus Tyr. Thou mak'st me happy in thy happy newes All thankes yee heauenly powers when I forget Your goodnesse in my childrens life and safety Let heauen forget both me and mine for euer Gryphus backe to our shippe and fetch mee thence The vestments vowd to Neptune and the chest Wherein I lockt my other offerings Exit Gryphus This rocke my heart prefers before a palace Fond men that haue enough yet seeke for more I thought by traffique to encrease my store And striuing to augment this carefull pelfe I lost my
men Scrocca and Cancrone Scr. VVell sir you may say what you will but if wee liue by the Law how commeth it to passe that we must die by the Law Can. Mee thinks I see how busie Rimronce will bee about me he surely will be vpon my backe for my being vpon his a while a goe Scr. Nay Cancrone thou diest for sauing thy master too Tyr. Ay me my sonne Can. I haue no minde to climbe these Mountaines I begin to bee short-winded already I shall neuer hold out had I thought it would haue come to this I would haue bene vilely tempted to ha let my Master drowne quickly Scr. What man thou could'st neuer haue done thy Master better seruice then to dye for him nay if Perindus liue I care not Tyr. Perindus I can hold no longer friend who is thy Master why art thou manacled Scr. Mantled hither marry this Priest hath mantled vs for sauing our Master Perindus Tyr. Ay me my sonne Can. Vds fish old Master where haue you beene this 20 yeeres and more Nom. Tyrinthus at such a time sir your arriuall is eyther uery happy or else most haplesse eyther to see or else preuent a danger Tyr. Priest how is my Perindus Nom. Doom'd to die Tyr. What is the cause Nom. His will Tyr. Who could perswade him Nom. She who most stroue to hinder and disswade him Tyr. What had he done Nom. That which deserues all life and loue Tyr. How fine the heauens powers can sorrowes frame The fates will play and make my woe their game VVhere is he Can. Safe enough I warrant you get 's leaue of the Priest master and wee 'l goe fetch him Scr. We caught him out of the water Can. O he had supt a bundance of salt porridge Scr. And brought him to the shippe where the mariners keepe him Tyr. VVhy stand I idle here O to the shore I 'le fly And eyther with him liue or for him die Can. Master master master Exit Tyrinchus Pas. I le follow him nature can doe no lesse Then eyther helpe or pitty such distresse Exit Pas Can. Nay if you goe too then farewell all Farewell ye rockes farewell to thee O loue You louely rockes you hard and rocky loue Nay I shall turne swaine presently and sing my finall song Nom. I maruell what it is that stayes Dicaus Con. Marry let him stay till I send for him the Cyclops shall want their breakefast this month Nom. Here I must stay for him Scen. 5. Enter Cosma Cos. Faine would I know how my ginne thriues and prospers Olinda is fast and by my disamour hath quencht her loue with death if now Glaucilla bee taken in that snare then am I cunning well may I proue a fisher who haue tooke too maides so soone with one selfe baite and hooke Is not that Nomicus I shall learne of him Nomicus Nom. Who Cosma Cos. Why are these fishers bound Con. For you Cos. For mee Can. I for you had not you cus'd Glaucilla shee had not bene condemnd if shee had not beene condemnd Perindus would not haue died for her if he would not haue died for her he had not fallen from the rocke had he not fallen from the rocke we had not sau'd him if wee had not sau'd him wee had not beene bound were wee not bound wee would showe a faire payre of heeles Cos. What talks this foole Perindus falne from the rocke Nom. Hast thou not heard then of Perindus faith and fall Cos. No not a word but faine would heare Nom. And shalt my tongue is as ready as thy eare Meane while leade these away soone as Dicaeus returnes I 'le ouertake you Can. I prethee Mr Priest let mee craue one fauour that I may haue an Epitaph for mee in Neptunes church porch I le neuer goe farther Nom. Here 's no time for Epitaphs away Can. Nay t is soone done I le trouble neuer a poet of them all I haue it already Cancrone valorous and kind where art thou Cancrone too kind and valorous to liue Ingulft in Cyclops guts Readers why start you His life for his master he did freely giue Vngratefull Sicelie that want'st his bones Instead of members keeping his memorie in stones Short and sweete Mr Priest Scr. Cancrone this is a land voyage you must leade the way Can. But when wee saile downe the Cyclops throat I le giue you the preeminence Exeunt Nom. After that haplesse Nymph had heard her doome As shee was led to 'th rocke i' th' middle way Perindus flying fast calls out Stay And for he thought his feete too slowly bore him Before he came he sent his voyce before Stay stay Dicaeus th' art a man I see And well mayst erre heauens not more pure then she Yet since the doome is past I 'le pawne my breath And make your fact lesse hanious by my death I 'le lose her life in me and she shall spend My life in her so both shall better end Cos. This was no ill newes to the Nymph Nom. Yes yes then first she thought her selfe condemnd Death in him shee fear'd and in her selfe contemnd That law it selfe says shee should suffer death Which one condemnes another punnisheth True sayes Perindus my life my all 's in thee When thou offendst why shouldst thou punish me But briefe to giue their words in short contracted VVas neuer part of loue more louely acted Both loath to liue and both contend to die VVhere onely death stroue for the victory Meane time I could but weepe nor I alone That two such loues should die not liue in one Cos. Their spotlesse fayth 's a cristall where I see Too late my cancred hates deformity Nom. At length the law it selfe decides the strife That he with losse of his might buy her life Then and but then she wept and to preuent him Downe fell shee with a deadly looke and eye Acting the prologue of his tragedy And wak'd againe she 'gan to chide and raue And vowes to liue no further then his graue VVhile he with cheerfull steps the rockes ascending Fearelesse beholds his death that steepe descending And boldly standing on the vtmost browe Thus spake Poore life I neuer knew thy worth till now How thou art ouer valewed to pay Her life with thine gold with base alcumy Cos. Iust iust you heauens I haue set a gin For them and now my selfe the first am in Nom. Then turning to his loue thus spake his last Farewell Glaucilla liue and in thy brest As in a heauen my loue and life shall rest Seeke not by death thy selfe from griefe to free Remember now Perindus liues in thee Cherish my heart which in thy heart doth lye For whilst thou liu'st Perindus cannot dye So leapt he lightly from the cloudy rocke Cos. Is hee then dead Nom. No for the guilty sea With soft embraces wrapt his limbes It seemes the waues moou'd with Sympathy Would teach vnhumane men humanity Though they could not preuent would ease his fall And not consenting to
brought whose beauteous shine Did plainly proue their parents were diuine The male Thalander the female calld Glaucilla And now to youth arriu'd so faire they are That with them but themselues who may compare All else excelling each as faire as other Thus best compard the sister with the brother Ar. So liuely to the eare thy speeches show them That I must halfe affect before I know them Per. Vaine words that thinke to blase so great perfection Their perfectnes more proues words imperfection But if these words some little sparkle moue How would their sight inflame thy soule with loue Scarce did his haire betray his blooming yeares When with his budding youth his loue appeares My selfe and sister equally he loues And as on those two poles heauen euer moues So on vs two his soule still fixt still louing Was euer constant by his constant mouing Yet neuer knew wee which was most respected Both equally and both he most affected In mee his worthy loue with iust reflexion Kindled an equall and a like affection But shee my sister most vngratefull maide With hate ah hatefull vice his loue repaide Ar: Cea'st he not then to loue this sure wee hold That loue not backe reflected soone grows cold Per No though all spite within her bosome sweld Spite of her spite his loue her hate exceld At length to shew how much he was neglected His riuall vgly riuall shee affected Such riuall could I wish whose foule distortion Would make seeme excellent a meane proportion For Mago thus his hated riuall 's nam'd All blacke and foule most strang and vgly fram'd Begot by Saturne on a sea-borne witch Resembling both his haires like threeds of pitch Distorted feete and eyes suncke in his head His face dead pale and seem'd but moouing lead Yet worse within for in his heart to dwell His mothers furies haue their darkest hell Yet when Thalander woo'd her shee neglects him And when this monster flatterd shee respects him Ar: I' st possible troth Sir but that I feare mee If I should speake some women should ore heare mee Meet thinks I now could raile on all their kinds But who can sound the depth of womens minds Per. Shortly to come to 'th height of all their wrong So could this Mago fill his smoothest tongue That shee Thalander banisht from her sight Neuer to see her more his sole delight And he to none his hidden greife in parted But full of louing duty straight departed Leauing our groues in woods he grows a ranger To all but beasts and sencelesse trees a stranger Thus in a desert like his loue forsaken When nothing but cold death his flames could slacken Atyches spyed him but so griefe had pin'd him That when he saw him plaine he could not find him And so had sorrow all his graces reft That in him of him nothing now was left Onely his loue with which his latest breath He power'd into his eares so slept in death The rest when better leisure time affords This lucklesse day askes rather teares then words Exeunt CHORVS Who neere saw death may death commend Call it ioyes Prologue troubles end The pleasing sleepe that quiet rockes him Where neither care nor fancy mockes him But who in neerer space doth eye him Next to hell as hee l defye him No state no age no sexe can moue him No beggars prey no Kings reprooue him In mid'st of mirth and loues alarmes He puls the Bride from Bride groomes arms The beautous Virgin he contemnes The guilty with the iust condemns All weare his cloth and none denyes Dres't in fresh colour'd liueries Kings lewe as beggars lie in graues Nobles as base the free as slaues Bles't who on vertues life relying Dies to vice thus liues by dying But fond that making life thy treasure Surfetst in ioy art drunke in pleasure Sweetes do make the sower more tart And pleasure sharp's deaths keenest dart Deaths thought is death to those that liue In liuing ioyes and neuer grieue Happelesse that happie art and knowst no teares Who euer liues in pleasure liues in feares Exit Finis Actus Primi Act. 2. Scen. 1. Enter Conchylio solus I Haue bene studying what bold hardie foole Inuented fishers art that tir'd with safety Would needs go play with waues winds death and hell The summe of fishers life is quickly found To sweate freeze watch fast toyle be starud or drownd Well had my Mistris found no better trade I would ere this haue left these dabling deities But she while other fishers fish on the seas Sends me a fishing on the Land for flesh No game arriue's amisse vnto her net For shee s not borne among the cliffs and rockes But from Messena comes to sport herselfe And fish for fooles along these craggie shores I tooke her for a Nymph but shee s a woman A very woman loueth all she sees This for his sprightly wit and that for Musicke Him cause hee 's faire another for his blacknesse Some for their bashfulnes more for their boldnesse The wiseman for his silence the foole for his bibble babble And now she longs in haste for another fat cods-head A good fat sow and I must snare one for her She has let me see I haue the tallie Some hundred louers yet still desires another The first that passeth all the rest in loue Is called Pas Hah know you your cue so well Enter Pas. He is a malum collum alas poore foole He would engrosse my Mistris to himselfe He would haue her all alone let her alone for that And for that it will not be he raues and sweares And chides and fights but what neede I describe him Hee 'l doe 't himselfe come begin begin Scen. 2. Pas Conchylio Pas. Who sowes the seas or plowes the easy shore Yet I fond I more fond and sencelesse more Who striues in nets to prison in the winde Yet I in loue a woman thought to bind Fond too fond thoughts that thought in loue to tie One more inconstant then inconstancy Looke as it is with some true Aprill day The sunne his glorious beames doth fayre display And straight a clowd breakes into fluent showres Then shines and raines and cleares and straight it lowres And twenty changinges in one houre do proue So and more changing is a womans loue Fond then my thoughts that thought a thing so vaine Fond loue to loue what could not loue againe Fond hopes that anchor on so false a ground Fond thoughts that fir'd with loue in hope thus drownd Fond thoughts fond hope fond heart but fondest I To graspe the winde and loue inconstancy Ah Cosma Cosma Exit Con. Ah Pas asse passing asse hah ha he Fond thoughts fond hope fond heart but fondest I To graspe the winde and loue inconstancy ha ha he This foole would haue I know not what the sea To stand still like a pond the Moone neuer to change A woman true to one hee knowes not what She that to one all her affections brings
Rimbombo is not for a weak Nymph to lift Rim. Yet a little more to this hand Oh oh my shoulder 's thunderstrook O coward Ioue to strike me on the backe but wast our fisher lubber is he escap't our hands Con. VVhy Cancrone rise I 'le helpe thee Can. Good Charon carry me ouer gently my bones are sore and your boate side so hard Con. Giue me thy hand I 'le waft thee Can. I tell thee Charon I haue nothing to giue thee for ferriage I 'le helpe to row I haue beene a poore fisher while I liu'd Rim. I would I were there too but that I should sinke Charons boate with a tree at my backe Con. VVhy valorous Cancrone view thy selfe and mee thy captiue Cosma we are conquerours behold our enemies in fetters fast bound Can. Am I aliue indeede me thought this legge hung out of Charons boate i' th' water did I tie the Orke there Cancrone Come captain let 's goe triumphing to the temple rises vp Con. Nay the Ork 's dead and buried this is the second fatall for the Cyclops Can. Is he safe I 'le make side-slops on him I lay studying how to deale with him vpon equall tearmes come if thou darest thou sea-bred brat of Polyphemes sine you that would licke your lips at sweete fishers blood sweete fishers blood marke that Cosma I hope you thinke so too Rim. Sweete fisher I will turne thy net maker if thou wilt vndoe me Can. No it shall nere be said that I was the vndoing of any man by net-making and besides I haue forsworne the muddie trade Con. Cancrone wher 's thy spirit this is that pocketted vp thy grandsire in his wide intrailes Can. Me thought when I was on the tree his breath smelt of fish my stomacke euen foam'd at him Now then sir Bompelo as that Orke mouth of thine did crumme thy porridge with my grandsires braines and then gaue him his deaths wound too so will I first mince out thy scald-pate bones and giue thy flesh to a fishers boy for haddocks meate then O then I will geld thee that thou neuer shalt run rutting after the Nymphs How lik'st thou this Rim. Shame and scorne make me silent Con. Nay I will tell thee fitter vengeance vse him as sage Vlysses did his father Polypheme Can. That same Foolishes had a pole-cat head I meane to mitigate him he was something as it ware about branding a huge stone in a caue in a goate skinne with Polyphemes when the fire-brand was asleepe Con. I I in the caue we branded out Polyphemes eye when he was asleepe and you must imitate him there take his owne staffe and make it an extinguisher for that glazing lampe Rim. This sport I like worst of all helpe gods of the woods Can. I 'le blow the coale while you take your aime but will your farginity hold him fast Con. I warrant you it has been tried come be thou my rest I 'le tilt on thy shoulders Can. Raunt tara raunt taunt Cancrone fals and his dagger from him in the Cyclops reach I shall make you stumble let me Come hindermost Con. O your vineyard the enemy hath seazd on 't Can. 'T is no matter hee 'l hardly make it fly out of the Eeleskinne it hath seene no sunne this fiue quarters of a yeere I am sure Con. I hope the salt breath of the sea hath seald it vp Can. O Cosma 't is out let vs out too Con. O Cancrone loe thy Cosma Cupid and Conchilio Cyclops blame not this my supposed sexe no Nymph but lad hath caught thee in this snare Exit Rim. The greater shame and fouler scorne to me Vp to the hill Rimbombo flye this shore And neuer deale with fisher-Nymph-lad more Exit CHORVS This his wiues quicke fate lamenting Orpheus sate his soule tormenting While the speedy wood came running And riuers stood to heare his cunning The hares ran with the dogs along Not from the dogs but to his song But when all his verses turning Onely fram'd his poore hearts burning Of the higher powers complaining Downe he went to hell disdaining There his siluer Lute-strings hitting And his potent verses fitting All the sweets that ere he tooke From his sacred mothers brooke What his double sorrow giues him And loue that doubly double grieues him There he spends to mooue deafe hell Charming Deuils with his spell And with sweetest asking leaue Does the Lord of ghosts deceaue Caron amaz'd his boate foreslowes While the boate the sculler rowes And of it selfe to'th' shoare doth floate slipping on the dancing moate The threeheaded Porter preast to heare Prickt vp his thrice double eare The Furies plagues for Guilt vp-heaping Now as guilty fell a weeping Ixion though his wheele stood still Still was wrapt with Musickes skill Tantale might haue eaten now The fruite as still as was the bough But he foole no longer fearing Staru'd his tast to feede his hearing Thus since loue hath wonne the field Heauen and Hell to Earth must yeeld Blest soule that dyest in loues sweete sound That lost in loue in loue art found If but a true-loues ioy thou once doe proue Thou wilt not loue to liue vnlesse thou liue to loue Act. 5. Scen. 1. Enter Alcippus and Thalander with a torch Tha. TEll me Alcippus is it day or night Al. The light you beare shews you there is no light Tha. This is none light was light in her eyes In them it liu'd put out with them it dies The sunne is quench't Al. Yet soone will shine againe Tha. Not possible heauens light will euer plaine When her two liuing stars can sinke and die How can the sunne dreame immortality Al. Sir if your to mee or mine to you might giue me priuiledge I faine would tell you that this too fixed loue seemes rather doting Tha. Alcippus didst thou euer loue Al. I thinke sir neuer Tha. I thinke so too nor canst know what loue is Al. Yet this I know loue still is of the fairest Fond then the loue that loues the withered But madnesse seemes to dote vpon the dead Tha. True true Alcippus loue is of the fairest And therefore neuer tyed vnto the body Which if compared vnto the mindes faire graces Seemes like the blocke that Lunaes face defaces But grounded on the mind whose vertuous parts And liuing beauties are loues surest darts Which makes me now as freely loue as euer Her vertue and my loue decayeth neuer Seest thou this rocke Alcippus t is a temple Olindaes temple 't is a sacred shrine Where vertue beauty and what ere diuine Are to be worshipt prethee friend now leaue me Here is an Altar I must sacrifice Al. If you will leaue your griefe Tha. I will I will Indeede I will leaue me griefs ebbe growes lowe When priuate hearte th' eye-bankes ouerflow Al. I will retire not leaue him well I feare When two such flood-streams meet loue and despaire Tha. Thou blessed Altar take these worthlesse offrings The corral 's once more drown'd in
his pious death Restor'd him vp againe to aire and breath Briefly those two his seruants not regarding Dicaeus threatning voyce and iust awarding With him tooke vp his guilt and to a shippe That rides in the hauen safe conuayd him there They left him now reuiu'd themselues were taken And as the law commands were doom'd to suffer The death of slaues both to be strongly bound And in those hils left to the greedy Cyclops And now the stay is onely in Dicaeus At whose returne they suffer iust they dye Who loue their master more then equity Cos. O lawlesse loue this soule offence Which when it prosperd pleasd my rauish't sence With what a drie aspect what horrid sight Now done it fils my soule with guilty fright Who ere thou art if in true spotlesse brest Thy vndefiled thoughts doe quiet rest Wake them not and let no blood-hound with thee dwell These murthering thoughts are like the mouth of hell Into whose yawning 't is more easie neuer To fall then falne to cease from falling euer Enter Pas. Pas. Nomicus thou now mayst let thy prisoners free Thalander to Olinda now reuiu'd Perindus to Glaucilla are to be married And all are brought along with singing Hymen the shores Hymen the ecchoes ringing Nomicus seest thou this Nymph ah couldst thou thinke That treason enuy murder spight and hell All hell it selfe in such a heauen could dwell This is the knot of all these sorrowes Cosma If not for shame why yet for spight or fashion For womans fashion let some teares bee spilt A sea of weeping will not wash thy guilt Nom. Great nature that hast made a stone descry Twixt meaner natures checking baser metalls Which proudly counterfeit the purer gold Why hast thou left the soule of man no touch-stone To iudge dissemblance and descry proud vice Which with false colours seemes more vertuous Then vertues selfe like to some cunning workeman Who frames a shape in such a forme of stature That oft he excells by imitating nature He that should looke vpon this Nymphs sweete eye Would vow 't a temple sworne to purity Pas. If murder rest in such a louely grace Here do I vow neuer to trust a face Shall I call backe your Prisoners Nom. Prethee doe Our nets boates oares and hookes shall now goe play For heauen hath sworne to make this holy day Scen. 6. Enter Dicaeus Tyrinthus Thalander Olinda Perindus Glaucillae Alcippus Chorus Song Hymen Hymen come safe on Hymen That I loue for euer constant stands Where hearts are tied before the hands Where faire vertue marries beauty And affection pleads for duty Hymen Hymen come safe on Hymen Al. You honourd paire of fishers see where your loue So full of constant triall now hath brought you See blessed soules through so many teares Turnings despaires impossibilities Your loue is now most safe arriu'd Thalander Is this the Nymph whom heauen and angry hell Her cold desires and colder death it selfe Would haue deuoured from thy deseruing loue Thalander these hands are thine that heauenly face Those starrie eyes those roses and that grace Those corrall lips and that vnknowne brest And all the hidden riches of the rest They all are thine thine is the faire Olinda Yet thou as thou wast wont all sad and heauy Tha. Blame me not friend for yet I seeme forsaken And doubt I sleepe and feare still to be waken Enter Pas with Cancrone and Scrocca Cos. Now is the time of pardon Ye happie maids Your loue in spight of all tempestuous seas Is safe arriu'd and harbors in his ease And all those stormes haue got but this at last To sweeten present ioyes with sorrowes past Blessed Olinda thou hast got a loue Equall to heauen and next to highest Ioue Glaucilla thy losse thou now dost full recouer Ah you haue found too seldome found a louer Then doe not her too rigorously reproue For louing those whom you yet better loue Olin. For vs we iudge not of your hard intent But reckon your ioyes fatall instrument Dicae. Yet this her penance Cosma marke thy censure Whom most thou shouldest loue thou shalt loue neuer Dote thou on dotards they shall hold thee euer The best and wisest neuer shall respect thee Thou onely fooles fooles onely shall affect thee Loose now those prisoners so forward to the temple Exit Chorus Can. Ha braue Iudge now Mistris mine I must confesse Cos. This charme begins to worke already I loue this foole and doate vpon him more Then euer vpon any man before Well I must be content thus to be curst And yet of louers fooles are not the worst For howsoeuer boyes doe hoote and flout them The best and wisest oft haue fooles about them Can. I and many a fooles bable too I warrant them Sweete heart shall we goe to bedde Cos. What in the morning Can. Morning t is night Cos. Thou art a foole indeede seest not the sunne Can. Why that 's a candle or the moone I prethee let 's goe to bed Cos. Content no time vnfit for play Loue knowes no difference twixt night and day Can. Nay all the play 's done gentles you may goe I haue another play within to doe Riddle me Riddle me what 's that My play is worke enough my worke is play I see to worke i' th' night and rest 'i th' day Since then my play and worke is all but one Well may my play begin now yours is done Exeunt EPILOGVS AS in a Feast so in a Comedy Two sences must be pleasd in both the eye In feasts the eye and taste must be inuited In Comedies the eye and eare delighted And he that onely seekes to please but eyther While both he doth not please he pleaseth neyther What euer feast could euery guest content When as t' each man each taste is different But lesse a Scene where nought but as 't is newer Can please where guests are more and dishes fewer Yet in this thought this thought the Author easd Who once made all all rules all neuer pleasd Faine would we please the best if not the many And sooner will the best be pleasd then any Our rest we set in pleasing of the best So wish we you what you may giue vs Rest FINIS While Rimbombo reaches for his staffe Cancrone leapes on 's backe and lies on the ground