This did I never do but say I did Am I the first of Loves professed foes Whom he hath overcome Niso. I would thou wert so I might see thee once By Love in triumph brought into the troops Of his sworn servants then perhaps I might With confidence unfold the wound that now Lyes hid within and grates my bleeding heart Whereas I yet dare scarce let go a sigh Lest thou shouldst once take notice when it breaths Woes me how many have I forced back Even from my lips into my heart again And if at unawares one hath stoln out How have I fear'd lest while thou shouldst deride My feeling passion Love should in his rage Let sly his Dart at me for having spent His treasures so profusely before those Who do despise his power Amynt Niso thou art deceiv'd for even I Can pitty others sighs O that I could As soon give ease to him that sighs for love Perhaps I might a Shepheard then restore To life again who now lyes at deaths door But thou that long hast learn't to know Loves wiles Hear but his case and tell me then if yet In all Loves kingdom there may be found out A means to cure his ill Niso. I in loves Kingdom nothing know but how With art to drop Salt tears upon the flame That burns within my heart To weep and burn is all I know of love But is that Shepherd one whom I have seen Amyn. Yes thou hast seen him and dost love him too As dearly as thy life Niso. What 's she for whom he mourns Amyn. The fairest Nimph that ere these fruitful fields Of Scyros here have yet beheld display The dangling Tresses of her golden Hair That every gentle blast might therein weave A net to catch poor loving souls withal But more of her anone Thou first shalt hear The mournful story of her dying love Mournful indeed it is and yet but short Since one short hour brought him to misery Yet even he did once profess himself Loves open enemy till at the last His fate would have it so that by mis-chance He too was wounded in his Nimphs defence Niso. But for what cause Amyn. That thou shalt know hereafter now observe The Nimph thus far took pitty of his hurt That many a time and oft she bath'd his wounds In the distilled flouds of lukewarm tears And sweetly breathing on them with her sighs She seem'd to murmur out some powerful charme With which she hop't to mitigate his pain But whilst his tender hearted Surgeon thus Applyed her salves of pitty to his wounds She struck him to the heart when he poor soul Finding he had receiv'd a mortal blow Su'd for relief but in an instance she Turn'd all her pitty into cruelty And flying thence as from a Basilisque Could never since be drawn to see him more Niso. Oh my belov'd Amyntas I must needs Hug thee within these Armes and kiss thee for This pretty quaint disguise Amynt Canst thou imagine then who 't is I mean Niso. And canst thou think I can be ignorant Of him thou wouldst decipher though his name Be lock't up still in silence Amyn. Do thou pronounce it then for I confess I blush so for him that I dare not do 't Niso. I will and if thou do'st desire it in a voyce That 's audible to all the world 'T is Niso Niso do not blush for me For I shall bless my fates that it is so Go thou that livest free from loves command And from his amorous bonds lift up thy proud Untamed Crest to me this yoke is sweet And Niso doth profess himself to be The Shepheard thus subdu'd to loves behest She that with pitty wounded him at fi•st And kills him now with cruelty is cal'd The fairest C•lia for Celia alas For Celia I burn for her I sigh It cannot be deny'd Amyn. Though sigh for Celia sure it cannot be Nor can I yet beleeve it can be so It is another fuel feeds thy flame And all thy sighs sound out another name Niso. Wilt thou not then beleeve me or is this A gentle Artifice for my new love To tax my fault blame mine inconstancie If I have other fuel to my fire Or other heat to warme my fainting soul That fuel is to Ashes burnt by this And all that heat extinguisht by this flame If any other name sound in my sighes 'T is barely then a name a shaddow void Of any subject or a beauty spent And long agone extinct But now for Celia in lively flames I burn indeed and so shall burning die Unless Amyntas help me speedily Amyn. See see alas he seeks to me for help That gives me my deaths wound But I cannot beleeve thee yet say how And when did Love possess thee thus Niso. Whilst wounded there I lay almost extinct Within the arms of death the gentle gale Of her sweet breathing sighs under th' aspect Of two heart-killing Stars O fatal birth My love at first took life And Love becoming thus the Son of Death In imitation of his Mothers power Kils me and yet remains himself alive And thus I dye yet even after death My love must live and love eternally Amynt Thus Love hath in one strait and by one toyl Within in one instant gain'd a double spoyl Niso. As well then as thou feignest thou do'st know That under other shaddows thou hast now From point to point declar'd my malady Nor can I tell how long my silence should Thus blazon forth my wo Unless perhaps I told it in a dream Or talking idly at the point of death The Soul which then doth commonly reflect More truly on her self and so becomes Far wiser than she was hath publisht it Of purpose so to free her self from pain Or else perhaps to glory in the pride Of that fierce cruelty that vanquisht me Fair Celia her self hath made it known Wilt thou not answer me Amyntas is' t not so •myntas whither art thou gone out of thy self Thou seemest stupify'd do'st thou not hear What strong imagination thus transports Thy sences from their sence Amynt Doth Niso burn in love for Celia And is it true that he dissembles not But tell me then what if another should For love of Celia burn as well as he What saith thy heart could it then leave to love Niso. No rather leave to live ah me Thou strick'st my through and through if this be so There is no way but death Amynt No I 'll dye first my self clear up thy brow I spoke it but in jest Niso. I prithee good Amyntas leave to use Such bitter jests as these they come too near I 'll pardon thee this once because thou hast So little sense of Love Amynt What now is in my power shall be employ'd To work thee some relief but time goes on The Sun already from our Zenith bends His course to view the lowly Vales again And near the Temple old Narete staies Attending there to celebrate the pomp And solemn
sighs And thou thy self shalt then with endless joy Enjoy thy Niso's love Niso. O unaccustomed piety both of a friend And of a faithfull love I did him wrong To doubt his truth but now I do repent Amynt Then live still both and may you happy live Whilst I dye for you both and here I make A solemn vow to sacrifice my life To thee great love and in thy Temple there Let this poor carkass rest Niso. There is no longer time for silence now 'T were baseness to continue still reserv'd I have a heart can die Amyntas too Yea and a soul that can desire to dye Nay life it self is onely dear to me That I may live to dye and by my death Make both my love and friend live happily Cel. Shepheards forbear be silent both and both Content your selves 't is I 't is only I That have transgrest and only I must dye Live both still live and take no pitty on A cruel pittiless and savage beast Let not the love of a most faithless love Warm either of your hearts Can you beleeve This face these eyes these hapless dangling locks Oregrown with grief refus'd by palefac'd death Can ever now be worthy of your lov• Or love still if you will I le not gain say 't But yet love so that love may breath disdain No pitty in your hearts I love Amyntas doth not Niso then Hate me therefore And I love Niso can Amyntas then Be free from jealous hate Ah me if both If both of you hate not my falshood now 'T is too too sure you doe not love me then Love is not there where when just cause doth move He breaths not fury 'gainst a faithless love Woes me you injur'd lovers do not strive Betwixt your selves which of you dying now Should giue me life rather contend for this Which of you both should be the first to strike Me dying to the heart for 't is high time That I my self should now conspire with you Against my self and each of us should bring His talent to the work you hands of wrath And I my naked breast you your just darts And I my guilty soul and when you first Have pierc'st my heart I will breath out my life Thus you by wounding I by dying shall Revenge your wrongs and crown my funeral Act. 4. Scen. 4. Filino Celia Amyn••s Niso. Fil. ANd art thou here whom I had almost past Without perceiving thee I ran so fast Ah Celia dost thou not know thy Cloris ah What heavy news of Cloris dost thou bring Which may deserve these sighs Say doth she live or dye Filino Ah me she dyes Amyn. Unhappy fate Niso. What 's that he saith Celia Woes me and where and how Filino Within the Vale Celia Quickly dispatch Filino Gently for I can scarce recover breath Within the Valley of Alcander there I left her even now and there she lyes Not in the shade or on the new sprung grass But in the parching heat of the Suns beams Amongst rude rugged stones there with sad sighs She took her leave of Heaven and this fair light And with a mournful voice bad death make hast But he was too too near I saw him there Where he already with his wings abroad Had cast a gloomy shaddow ore her face Niso. O most unhappy day Celia Ah me what sad occasion wrought This sad effect in her Amyn. Perhaps the rumour which is spread abroad Of thy late death Oh Celia was the cause For if thou dye who would remain alive Niso. Amyntas is this Cloris unto whom I gave the Ring Amyn. The very same Celia O sad misfortune most unhappy chance Niso. Let us go thither Celia and perhaps We may find some relief Celia Filino le ts go Amyn. Where is it that thou say'st she lies Filino Within the Valley of Alcandor close Within the wood and yet not far away From the fresh springing fountain there You cannot miss but I will now return Unto my flocks to play with my young Kid Celia Ah! Cloris my sweet soul the Heavens grant That I may find thee but alive and then I cannot doubt but when thou hear'st what cause I have to dye thou wilt approve of all Give thy consent and parting kindly say Rest my dear heart in peace Filino Ho! Niso hark a word with thee Niso. What i' st Fil. 'T was almost quite forgot Niso. Speak quickly then for Celio flies away Folino Stay take it away thy self She put it on but I cannot undo 't Niso. Yes yes this is my Ring thanks to the Gods But yet what 's this I see here is the part Which Phillis had to boot 't is certain true For round about it plainly do appear The figures now entire which in mine own Were but by halves before My Filino where hadst thou this Filino Cloris did give it me Niso. And where had she it then Filino I know not that but when I softly came Unto the place where she did mourning sit I saw it lye before her on the ground And with her weeping eyes still fixt thereon She bath'd it with her tears and often cryed O false ungrateful Thirsis O unhappy Phillis Amyn. Ah me what can this be go on go on Filino And whether wouldst thou have me go Niso. How did she give it thee what did she say Filino She saw me and cal'd to me I obey'd And with her hand but a faint trembling hand Cold as a stone about my neck she clasp'd This hoop of gold and weeping to me said But in a tone that I could scarcely hear So weak her voice was gentle boy quoth she Go and the Heavens guide thee go with speed Carry this Ring that none my see it else Unto the Shepherd whom men here do call Niso and say to him Niso. What should'st thou say to him Filino Disturb me not Yes yes 't was even so Say that in this entire round hoop of gold He in Egyptian Charracters may read The falsified faith of Thirsis say I wish That he may still live happy in his love As I unhappy dye Niso. Ah me 't is Phillis out of doubt What need I fear yet see me now become In my best fortune most unfortunate O my sweet Phillis is it then decreed That I should finde thee once again alive Onely to be th' occasion of thy death Was not thy death sufficient in it self To make me miserable every way Unless my self became thy murderer Filino If thou wilt nothing more with me I 'me gon Niso. But thou unhappy Ring that all at once Art both th' accuser and the guilty cause Of my foul fault go thou into the depth Of dark oblivion Filino Alas 't is thrown into the stream Niso. There there accuse my fault prepare my pains And thither er 't be long I le follow thee Filino He 's grown so furious and so without sence As • begin to be amaz'd with fear And therefore I le be gon Niso. Fool that I am
I gently did unbinde his wound A stream of blood I know not how gusht forth And stain'd my naked breast which seen he said Oh Celia do not disdain the blood Which by instinct of Nature flies to thee Thou art my heart and when man dies 't is known That to his heart his blood descendeth down Thus in an instant both their loving souls Lay open to my view and I who then Scarce knew that I did live felt in my heart Which yet could not be angry at their love Those Maiden thoughts which labour'd to awake That usual disdain which Maidens use Against loves first assault but then alas I could not use it but instead thereof Found that in spite of me those amorous plaints Made in my soul an amorous eccho sound Yet did I fly with speed but all too late For all the speed that I could seem to make I then fled from them and will never see Again my hearts desir'd felicity But though I fly them 't is impossible To fly from love who traces still my steps By the cold drops of my distilling tears Even through most darksome shades whereof I hide My self from all besides and sure I think He knows me by my voice and groaning sighs But to shun love I yet can fly to death Why then Serpilla dost thou still delay To ease me of this sad tormenting grief As ever thou didst pitty one distrest Pluck thou this faithless heart out of my brest Serp. Poor miserable Maid ah Celia My dearest Celia dry up those tears Take comfort my sweet heart although thy wound Put thee to pain it may be cur'd again Art thou asham'd that double love infests Thy wounded soul Love thou but one alone And let thy future faith take vengeance so Of all thy former infidellity Celia Thy counsels vain Serpilla for my wound Is every way incureable shall I Love onely one and which Ahme and which Shall I then leave to love Serp. Love him of both who best deserv's thy love Desert in love hath an attractive power Celia But I cannot descern a difference For in mine eyes their merits which exceed All othes mens saem equal in themselves Serp. Love him then whom thou first didst love thy self Time gives the priviledge to elder love Celia Both at a time and in one instant both My twin-like loves were born and gathered strength Serp. Love him alone then who best loveth thee For love must ever give the Law to love Celia With equal freedom I have seen them both For me shed tears and breath heart wounding sighs Yea both for me have spent their dearest blood Serp. And yet it cannot be but that sometimes Thy amorous thoughts like waves tost to and fro Must needs bend this way rather than to that Pursue then him that conquers love him best To whom thy heart seems oftest to encline Celia In vain I tell thee still in vain thou tryest To alter what the heavens have decreed 'T is true indeed that whilst I seem to stray Out of my self amidst my troubled thoughts Me-thinks by stealth Amyntas or perhaps Niso perswades me wholly to himself But scarce then can I say Love I am thine When suddenly the other shews himself All torn and wounded in my just defence And forceth me to pitty his distresse Thus in perpetual Wars the victory Still flies from one to other and remains So small a while with either as I doubt And know not unto whom to give the Crown But leave them both far short of their desart A poor reward the conquest of my heart Serp. I am convinc'd and therefore must give way What can be urged more If needs thou must Be still unfaithfull yet high heaven hath For thy discharge made infidelity It self seem innocent nor can I find Another refuge thou canst fly unto Since thou mayst not love one still love them both And let this be thy comfort thou mayst find Within these fertile fields others that feed More than one sucking Infant at their breasts And see where Nerea comes just in the nick She that whilst any would beleeve her vows Had both her hands full and her lap of loves And with her comes Amyntas Celia Or stay or follow me for I must go Like to the Bird of night which still doth shun The gladsom rayes of the bright shining Sun Serp. Turn turn again my Celia hark a word But she nor turns nor hearkens what I say And therefore I will follow her Act. 2. Scen. 3. NEREA. AMINTAS Ner. ANd wouldst thou then that I should speak of love To Celia and that for Niso too A hard employment to perswade a heart Estrang'd from love to love a stranger streight Amynt O gentle Nerea full well I know No enterprize in Love can seem too hard For thee to undertake who canst dispose Of Loves great Empire as it pleaseth thee Ner. Courteous Amyntas time once was 't is true I could doe much when in these lips I bore Vermilian Roses and in these curl'd locks A golden treasure but when beauty fades All force of love decaies Amynt What then thy beauty for thy self could do Thy wit can now procure for others too Amongst those locks where gold then glittering shon Love hath sowen judgements now and on those lips Where formerly Vermilan Roses grew He hath plac'd honey and the pleasing sound Of sweet perswasive words for where thou goest The most ingenuous Bee brings to the hive The honey sweets of love Ner. O true but yet unpleasing Simile I am the Bee which now to others bring That honey which my self must never tast Such is the will of love great love who frees No age from love but hath decreed that those Who in their younger yeares themselves did love Shall in their age be others instruments To win their loves that so all Ages may And all men living serve his powerfull will Either as tinder to endure his fire Or steeles which send out sparkles to raise that fire Either as burning flames of love to all Or bellows to encrease those flames withall O what soft delicate and tender things In things of love did Nature shoure on me In fine I never brook'd nor ever shall To be entreated in a case of love And to deny my help Behold me then Amyntas ready prest To do whatever thou canst ask of me But yet my Son how much more willingly Should I receive those prayers which now thou mak'st To me for others were they for thy self Fond youth I needs must call thee so Though I am sure I speak but to the air How canst thou without shame without disdain And just displeasure 'gainst thy self behold A new come stranger one who scarce arriv'd E'r yesterday within our native soyl And one that never looked since he came But with his eyes still rowling in the dark And gloomy shades of his approaching death Who yet could know how with delight to gaze Upon that beauty and desire it too Which thou
fall Well I will do 't but if she shall be found To him inexorable milt thou then Permit me try what I can do for thee All women are not cruel to all men Amyn. She moves my very soul nor can I tell How to withstand it But poor Niso then What will poor Niso say Nerea Amyntas did for me more then he would Do for himself and therefore I rejoyce His bliss can rise out of my misery This will he say But whereon dost thou think Why dost thou scratch thy head when all the itch Thou feel'st is in thy heart Amyn. Mercy Oh Mercy I am overcome And hear me Nerea Yet peace Peace tender lover but unfaithful friend But I were best be gone Nerea adieu Thou knowst what I desire I speak for Niso dost thou conceive me Act. 2. Scen. 4. NEREA. EIther I nothing understand in love Or else Amyntas loves fair Celia But wherefore speaks he then for Niso thus It is perhaps a lovers folly that Under a feigned affection seeks to prove The faithful heart of his beloved love Oh ill advised youth how darst thou tempt A womans faith by forging new loves still Darst thou trust fuel in a burning flame Or feathers to the winde full ill thou knowst How many I have seen these tryals cause Soon to repent them of their former love But it may be the pitty of a friend Perhaps it may be so and Niso doth Himself too burn for love of Celia And yet the simple soul Amyntas speaks Onely for him and doth not know that love Values no friend when once his force doth move But be it as it will I 'me glad to see Them both sad frequent lovers yet that so I may be double arm'd and with more force Give on a brave assault to that hard heart Of pittiless but lovely Celia For I will kindle in her Virgine brest Both these hot flames that one at legst may take And pittifully paint before her eyes Them both for love of her brought to deaths dore And both from love and from her father too I mean to tell her that in her own hands The power of choice doth lye Th' art but a fool my Celia if thou starve For want of love when to such lovers bring Such dishes to the feast Oh that I could But change change fortunes with thee cruel Nimph Change and take thou my hot inflamed brest Or send one thy soft golden glittering hair White snowy locks with an heart all on fire Soft golden hairs with an heard Iron heart Are Monsters too too cruel but I le go And seek her out sure I shall conquer her For I ner'e knew a fair young maid deny To love at last if su'd to constantly Act. 3. Scen. 1. Celia OH Nerea thou hast kil'd my woeful heart And from thy lips death shot his fatal dart Woes me 't was long ere I did burn but now I am all fire nor can there be Ah-me A way to quench the fury of my flame Love be my guide Amyntas To thee my dear Amyntas unto thee I do submit my self I will be thine And thou shalt be my love my life my all Ah-me what did I say And can I then without my Niso live No No but for Amyntas I can dye And dow behold me given over quite Unto my wonted fury Oh Celia Unhappy Celia still dost thou rave What dost thou think and whether dost thou tend In this estate depriv'd of all my bliss It cannot be I should continue long Enjoy but one Love will not give me leave To enjoy both both Heaven and Earth forbid Then I must dye for other remedy Then death this death cannot invent Must I then dye But lately born and must I dye so soon Sad mourning eyes the time is short which fate Allotted to you to behold this Sun And yet alas I have but seen too much Fool that I am what i' st I greeve for for thus Loss of my life and what can I expect To gain by living here nought else but woe Nothing but grief and doth it greeve thee then To part with grief Oh no let death kinde death Come then and with his hand close up mine eyes And dry up all my tears And yet alas Those tears nor all my sad despairs cannot Call out so loud for death in my poor foul As others torments do Oh Nerea Nerea For love of me then doth Amyntas burn And Niso too for me doth Niso dye Yea and Amyntas too and I who love you both Unhappy lovers is it I whom love Too cruel love hath set against you both And is it I that kill you then 't is I 'T is I must dye and fear not I will dye That so my death may either give you ease Or else revenge your cruel suff'rings Oh direful voice And yet base Coward heart Fear'st thou one death that dost not fear two loves No no vain pitty pitty pittyless Base trembling fear and you cold frozen thoughts You can no longer lodge within this breast Behold my hand full armed for the deed Oh vile and cowardly hand what trembling thus Dost thou discharge thy darts Woes me I want Force that will second this my just revenge Let then my feet do what my hands deny Oh my sad furies Oh despairing grief Be you my faithful guide lead on lead on Shew me another way to finde out death Conduct me to a Precipice where I Shall need no force to press me to my fall But if a bush or any stub should stop My fatal fall for so Amyntas was Sav'd when he would have dyed for Silvia That would be my misfortune then that was to him A happy blessing What then shall I do Oh you Celestial Gods and you sad powers That govern in the deep infernal Lake You that inspir'd me with desire to dye Shew one the way to do it speedily Act. 3. Scen. 2. Filino Celia FElino Oh me most miserable Oh my dear pretious and my lovely joy Oh my lost treasure Celia What mournful voice thus sounds within mine ears Is not this Filino Filino Oh Celia weep weep gentle Celia Do not so much as stay till I have told What cause thou hast to weep Celia And to what new misfortune can the Gods Preserve me yet in this smale hour of life What can there be that can disturb me more Speak quickly Filino for well I know The grief which hath already seiz'd my heart Can leave no place for any new supply Fil. Distressed Filino unhappy Celia Thy joy and all my wonted bliss The beauty of the Meades flower of the fields The love of all thy flock thy gentle kid O me my heart will break to tell it out Thy gentle Kid is dead Cel. O happy boy since all thy sorrows are Compriz'd within so poor a loss as this But say who was 't that kild him Fil. Beleeve 't was neither Shepheard nor wild beast For I would then have dyed in his defence Cel. What
she may for all this counterfeit For my part I le not swear she doth not so The art of feigning is by nature taught To women so said one and she said true For from their very birth they can conceal Their inward thoughts and though but children yet Under a frowning brow they have the art In secret to conceal a loving heart But be she as she will who yet can say She may not change her mind For women are Like to the Moon and vary both their looks And shapes as well as she if then they love Yet trust them not despair not though they hate But give them time at least to change their thoughts Do'st thou not see the heavens in a trice Both burn and freeze It was but yesterday When thou beganst to love and scarce hast yet Learnt to breath forth a sigh 't is not then time Already to despair a short breath'd sigh Cannot through Loves vast ocean drive a soul Into the port of rest and full content Thou didst but now begin and canst thou then Despair already to attain thy wish Niso. 'T is true alass my love but now begins But yet my life 's already at an end For this confounding flame scarce kindled yet Already hath consum'd my heart Ner. But yet take heart again and live by hope For be assur'd no art that can be found To rouse up love where most he lyes asleep Shall be left unattempted for thy sake Let 's search out all Loves engins then and try The utmost of their forces one by one Tell me then didst thou never yet make known Thy love to her by any other means Didst thou not yet so much as in thy looks Or in thy sighs send to her frozen heart The first embassages of love Niso. Yes but what profit have I gain'd When all my sighs breath'd through the empty air Were by the wind disperst ere they could come Unto the breast to which I sent them forth And Looks the messengers which lovers send To them they love are ever strucken dumb When onely he that sends them looks in vain And she to whom th' are sent looks not again Ner. Didst thou say nothing to her when thou lay'st Wounded and hadst her ever by the side Niso. Ah me would death had shackled up my tongue Which love unhappily did then let loose For then it was she fled away so fast As I could never see her since Ner. And didst thou never since present her with Some amorous token pretty loving gift Niso. Gift heaven defend tempt Celia with gifts To use a gentle Nymph as one would use A covetous base croan I should beleeve With gifts to make a well bred heart become Sooner an enemy than yeeld to love Ner. If thou beleeve so thou beleev'st amiss The heavens themselves are pleased with our gifts And hell is pacify'd nor canst thou think Women less covetous than heaven nor yet Less cruel than the deep infernal pit A gift beleeve me Niso a rich gift Is the great instrument of love or tyrant rather Which doth command and rule love as it please Knowst thou not what Elpino wise Elpino said That in the worlds first infancy when truth And pure simplicity made heart and tongue Speak both one language Nymphs that were in love Could sing no other song but dona dona Which in our later language sounds give give And therefore since with double N because One gift will not suffice a Woman is In the Italian tongue call'd Donna now And if there be such wandring beggars stil As think it no disgrace unto their kind To beg Love as an Alms Then say not thou That none but covetous base women will Beg or receive a gift Niso. Thou telst me wondrous things Ner. But yet as clear as is the Sun and know That man is covetous that in his love Spends though by thousands nothing else but sighs And looks and words and prayers and trickling tears Yea though he joyn some little lyes to boot And make no conscience to be perjur'd too Let him but give a poor lean sucking lamb And he shall give therewith a greater proof Of this true love then all the rest can bring For women now adaies can onely trust A giving love all else are but deceit And 't is but reason that his love who gives Should conquer all their greatest cruelty Since it hath conquer'd his base covetise A monster far more cruel Niso. Alass if it be true then that a gift Contains that power in it to overcome Her yet untam'd unconquer'd cruelty This heart this soul this all what e'r I am Even all my self I give unto her will Ner. Alass poor man this is the gift which all Poor Lovers give their loves with open hands A heart a soul are of too great a price I would not for a world my Son no no I would not have thee be so prodigal Keep them love for thy self and let thy gift Be of less value but yet more desir'd Niso. I a poor stranger in these parts devoyd Of lands and flocks from whence shall I obtain A gift that 's worth the sending here Give her this dart 't is not to be despis'd Mark both the pile and shaft Ner. The pile is sharp and piercing and the shaft Pithie and straight fitted as they should be To dart at savage beasts in the wild woods But for fair Celia's hand to speak the truth For her soft tender hand it seems too big And sure she cannot weild it Niso. What thinkst thou of this horn Ner Oh! I of horns am a great Mistress too And did present her one the other day And with your patience be it spoke perhaps Farier than that Niso. Then now I have bethought me of a gift May happily seem not unworthy of Fair Celia her self Ner. Is it about thy neck Niso. Is' t not a fair one Nirea see Ner. What 's this that shines so take it off that so I may the better view it Niso. Have patience so 't is now undone Ner. Ah what a pure white neck he hath I scarce Could hold from kissing it Niso. O sad remembrance of my former love And of my by-past happiness Go now For heaven ordains thee to a better fate Behold it Nere• Ner. Ah! who did ever see a braver thing It looks as 't were all gold Niso. And 't is all gold But go and see if thou With it canst purchase me my life again Defer no time what do'st thou muse upon Ner. Niso to tell thee true she went from me So troubled and so full of high disdain As I have cause to fear she never will Give ear to me again or if she doe That yet I'shall not have the power to win A favour from her therefore it were fit Some other should present this gift to her Niso. If Nerea thou forsake me I am lost Ner. Have patience heaven it self is on our side Seest thou that Nympy that yonder comes that
way If the bright glistering of her scattered hair With too much beauty dazle not mine eyes 'T is Cl•ris or 't is rather she because Mine eyes do dazle and from thence I know 'T is she indeed for there is none that can Display such golden locks before the Sun It must be Cloris who alone is she That hath fair Celia's heart Cloris it is Than whom in Scyros Celia never knew A true friend Oh happy thou if she Will but conveigh thy gift Niso. But I am no way known to her do thou Do thou speak for me and entreat her help Act. 3. Scen. 4. CLORIS NISO NEREA. HE comes not yet and I must here attend The old mans leisure Niso. Why do'st thou stay Ner. For loves sake peace Clor. But what shall I do here alone the while Sigh out my love then let us turn again Unhappy love unto our wonted pains And sighing still breath out my luckless wo Into this amourous air Niso. Go yet at last what do'st thou fear Ner. She plaies the wilie wench I know her well By many proofs be stil a while Clo. But where alass O where are you lost sighs And whether do you wander through the air If yet you know not where to find the heart To which love sends you erring messengers Of most unhappy news Niso. Woes me go on and try her though my case Be ne'r so desperate for whatsoe'r befall I can but dye Clo. Ah! shall I never live to see the day When once before I dye I may behold My beauteous Sun again 'T is but a look I beg and then I le dye And dye concent for one look and no more I would give up my life and its worth that Niso. Ah Nerea Ner. Have patience now I go Clo. O heavens Ner. The gracious heavens satisfie Clo. Ah me Ner. Thy just desires my gentle Cloris Clo. Thy unexpected voice made me afraid Ner. But pitty then anothers just desires Use thou that pitty which thou do'st implore Thy self from heaven Clo. What should I say I doubt she hath heard all Thou seest me Nerea here all alone Sighing for that blest day when I shall once Behold again in heaven above that Sun Which I in Smyrna saw But what do'st thou desire of me what is' t Ner. The life of a poor Shepheard Clo. Farewel I 'm gon Thou knowst I never lend an ear to those That speak to me of Love Ner. O spightful soul do'st hear fly not away The thing whereof I speak 't is true is love But such as thou wilt not denie to hear Beleev 't it is and by this hand I swear This fair th is tender hand which now I grasp Clo. What 's that for loves sake give it me Ner. Sh' hath snatcht it from my hand Cloris look on 't Is' t not a fair one but thou shalt have time Hereafter to look on it long enough Now hear what I would say Clo. 'T is none of mine for that 's about my neck It must be that of Thirsis O ye Gods What 's this I see Ner. Bear up my Niso and resume again Thy late lost courage see shee 's pleas'd beyond All measure with thy gift and she will bring Fair Celia to like it too If she but take in hand to give it her See how she looks upon 't Niso. Follow it then Nerea O follow it Thou onely canst revive my hope again If yet my hope can ere revive again Clo. But if my Thirsis should be dead and so The Ring be faln into some others hands Who gave thee Nerea this golden ring Ner. A gentle Shepheard gave it me Clo. A Shepheard here of Scyros Ner. No but a stranger born Clo. And to what end then did he give it thee Ner. He gave it as a token of his love And his eternal faith Clo. Of love to thee Ner. To me Look I like one ' whose love is to be bought With others gifts O no I am too old 'T is not for me to sell my Merchandise She that is rich in years must buy not sell If she intend to please her self in love But thou dost know this and dissemble it His love is of a higher nature fram'd Unhappy he loves a despairing hope Saving that fortune in this hooped ring But mark in what a narrow space still moves And turns his fainting hopes to her he loves Clo I prithee ease my pain and let me know What name that Shepheard bears where he abides Or let me see or let me speak with him Ner. 'T is that which he desires Niso stand forth Behold the Shepheard here for whom I plead It cannot be but he is known to thee As one of those whom if thou didst attend The solemn pomp which was this morning held In payment of his vow thou needs must see Triumphing in the Temple Niso. Yes I am he fair Nymph who did triumph This morning and this very night must dye If love be not my help Clo. Both name and voice and look all different But yet what doth not time and fortune change And still me-thinks he doth resemble him But yet my heart goes faster than mine eyes And therefore I am fearfull least desire Too much desire should mock my fawning hopes Say gentle Shepheard is this ring thine own Niso. It is mine own save onely in as much As I am vow'd unto anothers will Clo. When where or how didst thou come by it or Who gave it to thee excuse my bold demand The thing it self deserves it as a rare And unseen jewel in this Isle before Niso. For loves sake doe not press me to rela•e So long a story now when I have left So short a time to live I had it when I was a child and when My better fates made me live happily I had it from a hand that swaies the rule Of somthing else than beasts or horned heards I had it nor will I deny it to be true I had it as a pledge of love Of faithfull love which I long since have lost And now within these fields Ah me fond hope Go still pursuing the recovery Of my old wonted pains Clo. 'T is Thirsis it is he 'T is Thirsis without doubt and to this hour Lamenting still my loss he rangeth thus These fields to find me out O faithfull heart O me above all else Most happy lover This is that blest day Which I have sigh'd for long and this the bliss The want whereof I have lamented so Now sighs and tears adieu here ends my wo Niso. Seest thou not Nerea how she woes me At every pause still turns her self about And reasons all alone And now if I mistake her not she seems Strangly confounded and I know not why Cl•ris. As yet he knows me not is not assur'd And therefore takes advice of Nerea Nerea Perhaps she yet suspects and is in fear The gift is meant to her thou never law'st A more reserved Wench Clor. How can it be that love doth
withal which thou seest all bedew'd With our distilling tears Narete Then I must go my self Amynt Come come Narete come me-thinks she stirs Niso. Quickly Nar•te come fair Celia lives And 'gins to breath again Nar. O blest eternal providence O happy tears strange powerful Antidote Which trickling down upon her face prevails Against this poysonous hearb and so recals Her wandring soul into her breast again Niso. Ah Celia Amynt Celia Nar. Disturb her not see she makes shew to rise Lend her your help Cel. How hard and wearisom's the way to death I am quite tir'd all my visage melts Into faint drops of sweat Nar. Amazed yet she raves and thinks your tears Are drops of sweat upon her fainting face Cel. I am arriv'd at last within the skirts Of the vast shady empire and these are The baleful Stygian fields Nar. Go both of you and hold her up Cel. Who presseth on me thus now out alass Behold th' infernal Monsters which are wont In form of their abused Lovers to torment False faithless souls Niso. Ah Celia C•l. Ah me Nar. Go from her shepheards go and silent stand Conceal'd apart till I can undeceive Her poor distracted fancie thus abus'd Cel. And yet their looks renew within my soul The wonted fire of love Ah me can then Th' infernal Monsters breath out loving flames O hell is too too cruel if it burn With the hot flames of love Nar. O daughter Cel. But who is he with that white hoary beard Perhaps 't is aged Charon am I not Yet past then to the other side Nar. Celia thou talk'st idlely call again Thy wandring sences thou art yet alive And if thou wilt not credit what I say Look up and see the heavens turning round The Sun descending down into the West Which not long since thou sawst rise in the East Observe that with the motion of the air These fading leaves doe fall In the infernal region of the deep The Sun doth never rise nor never set Nor doth a falling leaf there ere adorn Those black eternal plants Thou still art on the earth 'mongst mortal men And still thou liv'st I am Narete these Are the sweet fields of Scyros know'st thou not The meddow where the Fountain springs this wood Euro's great mountain and Ormino's hill The hill where thou wert born why do'st thou look So wistly round about thou know'st them all Speak then leave musing art not yet awake Cel. I am alive then it is too too true Narete saith it yet my fence of grief Makes me beleeve it rather true then he But I was dead and once I was below Within deaths empire and there one by one Saw all the hellish furies horrid hags And fearful torments which doe there abide Who then had power to draw me thus by force Out of th' infernal deep Nar. Thy wofull lovers mourning for thy death Were able by their tears to give thee life Cel. 'T was ill for me their tears had power to make Even hell it self seem pittifull but sure 'T was not their tears for I am well assur'd Where Hydra's hiss and bawling Cerberus Sends out his howling noise no other voice Can there be heard It was the horror of this faithless soul Which horrid hell it self could not endure But sent it back And woes me do I live Doe I live still and is my hatefull life The vomit of th' infernal pit Niso. Mark good Narete how she is involv'd In the chymeraes still of hell and death Cel. Unhappy life when even death it self Proves false to thy desires Nar. Do you without disturbing her take heed She doe not come again to her despair And act a second death C•l. But thou eternal justice of the heavens Thou happily art pleased to decree That being doubly false I should return Into this life again that once again I might submit to death and double death Might so revenge my double hearted sin Niso. But thou Narete whither do'st thou go Ah leave us not here all alone to act So hard a part as this Nar. I goe into the valley of Alcander and Will straight return with hearbs to purge the brain And free her from this extasie Cel. To death then let us go to death Act. 4. Scen. 6. Amyntas Celia Niso. Amynt TO death my Celia to death again If thou wilt needs be dying take this soul This grieved soul of mine and dye with it For thou canst never dye unless it flit Out of this wounded breast Niso. He speaks to her yet she flies not away Celia Why art thou so unwilling I should dye Wilt thou deny me then a remedy Against my wo wilt thou contend against The just decree of heaven Niso. Nay more she hears him and doth answer him Amynt The heavens prescribe another remedy Now to thy woes then by a second death Cel. What other remedy canst thou beleeve My woes can find since even death it self Which is the end of all mans ill cannot Yet put an end unto my miseries Niso. But I will soon break off this their so sweet And amorous discourse Amynt My death not thine and with my death the lo•• Of Niso now the heavens have decreed To be the remedy for all thy ills Niso. But I will not disturb them I will first With silence hear them speak Cel. Ah! ah Amy•t. Do not disdain me first with favour hear The reasons I can bring Dear Celia If thou do'st love thy Niso Niso. He pleads against me now Amynt With reason thou do'st love thy Niso the Niso deserves thy love Ni•o that knew How to take fire so quickly from thy flame Even then when dying he did open first His dazled eyes to gaze upon thy light And happy he though late he saw the sun Yet late it was not ere his fire begun So that in Scyros he may rightly be Esteem'd a new come guest but cannot yet Be tax'd for tardy love Niso. Where will he pitch what is it he intends Amynt In me alass what canst thou well discern Which may deserve thy love who every way Voyd of desert do love and burn 't is true But like a sensless block that 's good for nought Such sensless blocks are long ere they take fire But burn to ashes straight and such am I That could for many years behold those eyes And never yet take fire So late a love Cannot deserve such speedy pitty then I am not worth thy love nor doe I crave Thy smallest pitty such a blessedness Great love denies me I do onely beg That thou wouldst let me dye and that my death Thrice happy death may so restore thee to Thy perfect health again then mayst thou love Amyn as and thy Niso too and yet Be neither cruel nor a faithless love For loving one alive the other dead Him thou mayst love enjoying love again Me thou mayst love in mourning for my pain Nor shalt thou mourn too long one gentle tear Shed for my death shall pay for all my
both honey and the Bee So that at last you might perceive the cleer And lively beams of their quick piercing eyes Grow faint and dul as overcome with sence Of too much pleasure and extream delight And I that saw it sayd within my self Ah me 't were to be fear'd these two would dye But that ther 's hope that in a skirmish of So many kisses neithers soul can find A way to vanish and leave them behinde Narete And could poor Phillis then so soon put off The thought of her disdain could she so soon Forget the injury of that new flame Wherein her Thirsis burnt for Celia Serp. It seems that yet thou do'st not understan The laws of loves kind duels thou must know A venie of sweet kisses one to one is able to give satisfaction For any injury love can sustain But if thou dost consider all things well Tirsis did her no wrong he was deceiv'd And did beleeve her dead and t is well known That loves great empire though 't be vast and larg Doth not extend beyond the bounds of life Love hath no jurisdiction ore the dead Nor can his fire raise any kindly heat Amongst those frozen reliques those cold bones Besides all this if any mark can rest Of fault in Thirsis he hath shed those tears That may suffice to wash away the stain And what can she have more poor soul in deep Repentance for his errour he did here Submit himself to death and happy was That Errour that could find a way to make So generous amends Or rather happy was that errour which By erring thus could find a way to make So many blest whom it did not offend His love to Celia was the happy cause Of all our happiness for thence it came That Thirsis was first known to Phillis then Phillis to him and last of all that both Were to the Thracians known Nar. Thou saist exceeding true and now behold How full of windings and obscurity Those secret wayes are which the Gods do use Who would have thought them so in sum 't is true That heaven is a labyrinth in which Who seeks to spy out what th' eternal fates Have there decreed may easily lose himself But then I fear least Celia's fervent love Which yet is fuming hot should still disturb If not young Thirsis with his late quencht heat Yet Phillis with a jealous freezing cold 'T is not a task of easie labour thus Within an instant to extinguish quite Both love and jealousie Serp. What is it thou do'st dream if Thirsis be Son to Ormino must he not then be Brother to Celia too Nar. Forgetfull that I am these many strange And unexpected changes have almost Depriv'd me of my sence Thirsis it is true A brother unto Celia and their love Must now be at an end But what becomes Of C•lia and of A•yntas the• I cannot yet conceive a way to find A wisht for end to their de•pairing greef Serp. In that same very point of time behold A fatal point of time they came unto The Temple Where fair Celia sees fast tied Within the arms of Phi••is her belov'd And yet beleeved Niso guess you then What posture she was in She straight grew pale With jealous rage and cold as any stone And that she died not then I think the cause Was onely that her grief pend up her soul Within her froze• heart Thirsis that saw it quickly freed himself From those imbraces wherewithall he held His Phillis in his Arms And running straight Unto her said O my dear C•lia My dearest Sister but no more my love I am Ormino's son Thirsi• and so Become thy brother our affections er'd For nature should have guided them not love Let us submit then to a lawfull love And spend our erring flames where they may find Fit objects for their heat She whom I did beleeve dead long ago Is sister to Amyntas and my spou•e Espoused to me in her infancy Thou that art now my Sister shalt enjoy Amyn•as for thy husband both your loves Deserve it well and I am well content All that did hear him smil'd and she that yet Amaz'd perhaps at such a sudden change Well understood it not when more at large And more distinctly she had been inform'd Her fancy freed her heart inlightened with The sence of truth made her clear up her looks And give a cheerfull smile Nar. But then what said she Serp. Nothing but half asham'd she did cast down Her eyes unto the ground when yet her heart Sent through her eyes two gentle tears that fell Like tears of joy and gladnesse to declare The sweet content she found Nar. O thou most blest Amyntas who hath kept The laws of love and friendship so intire As that 'mongst friends and lovers thou may'st raise Statues of joy and of eternal praise O thou most blessed Celia see the Hervens Have hitherto been pious lookers on And pittifull beholders of thy woes O heaven O earth O sea O we most happy all But you dear lovers above all the rest Phillis and Thirsis O for ever blest Serp. Since thou art satisfied I now will go And tell these joyfull news in other parts Nar. See how the heavens in an instant have Dissolv'd the most intricate hard knots That ever turning fortune yet did knit And that when unto humane reason they Appear'd indissolable such the strange Eternal power is of high providence And now may future ages fill their Scenes With stories of our unexpected joy Such is the Will of heaven in disport And in th' Abissus of his secret power Thus to confound poor silly mortal men You therefore that with high presumption think By humane wisdom to discover all The secret workings of eternal fate Learn from this wonderfull successe to know That he alone can see these sacred things Who shuts his eyes and trusts what heaven brings FINIS
yet all was nothing worth Till those same fearful howlings which 'gainst Heaven That horrid Monster sent up from the Toils Made all the Valleys far and neer to Ring And drew both Nimphs and Sheapherds to those parts Where when they came too soon to them appears Two over-whelm'd in blood and one in tears They speedily conveigh'd the wounded pair To old Sirenos House the Father of Poor young Amyntas Clo. And live they yet yet their strength restor'd Celia I cannot tell Clo. And canst thou take so little care for those Who for thy safety thus ingaged their lives Sure thou art too ingrate Celia Cloris no more this is the Period when I must enjoyn thee silence thou hast heard All that thou didst demand now let me part Ay me what do I see Clo. What hath she espyed out there why did she turn Her steps so suddainly another way Ho! Celia it is a Shepherd and I think It be Amyntas Act. 1. Scen. 4. AMYNTAS THanks be to Heaven I am now return'd Once more to Sollace in these fertile Fields To breath in open Ayr and to behold This glorious Sun again Ye Sacred Gods If when to you I sent my humble prayers You did restore life to my liveless Limbs Give now a lively spirit to my soul Whilest I with true devotion pay my vows And lowly thus adore this blessed Sun I do adore the Sun but where alas Where is the Suns fair Idol which above This Sun I must adore I pay my vows Unto the Sun that hath restor'd my life But woes me where is she that is my life I cannot see thee my sweet Celia and yet Thou art alone the life I must implore And thou the Idol which I must adore Where art thou then where dost thou hide thy self Celia that art the brightness of the Spheres Sent like a flash of lightening first to smite My tender heart and then to vanish quite Thou fleddest from me then when I could not Remove my foot from deaths infernal snare But into what part canst thou wander now Whither I will not follow thee through Woods Through lowly Valleys and ore Mountains Tops I will pursue the still though still in vain I hunt thy footsteps with Eternal pain It shall be my delight to lick the Earth Where thy fair foot hath trod it may be known By the sweet Flowers where they do thickest grow It shall be my delight to suck the Ayr Which once hath kist thy Face it may be known By the calm blasts where they do sweetest blow It shall be my delight still to admire And still admiring seek thy beautious Rays Amongst Vermillian Roses and amongst The whitest Lillies and the fairest Flowers Amongst the glittering Stars and in that Shpere Where the bright Sun most glorious doth appear But yet fond fool in vain mine eyes do gaze First up to Heaven and then down on Earth I see the Sun Roses and Gilliflowers But cannot see my Celia without whom The Sun in all his glory gives no light Nor the best colour'd flowers can please my sight O you dead semblances of lively worth You are too dull displayers of her rich Of her diviner beauty come my dear My dearest Celia come for thou alone Art to mine eyes thine own true Paragon But hear I not one whistle here hard by Is it not Niso sure it must be he And then he 's in pursuit to find me out My dear beloved Niso he cannot Without me well stay long in any place For since he lately came to make abode With us in Scyros here the Sun by day Nor yet the Stars by night have never seen Him far off from my side What then shall I doe now or how can I Conceal from him what turns love hath produc't Within my amorous Soul I yet am but Young in loves school but he hath learn't to love From his first infancy and now he bears Grave ancient love in lusty youthful years I may do well then to disclose my self To him whose long experience is fit To give me good advice and so procure Some help to ease me in my misery But shall Amyntas then Amyntas who Hath ever been a hunter and profest Himself an open enemy to love Confess himself to be a lover now I am in love but shame to say I am I therefore will take her advice that was The Mistress of loves School I will make known The love but not the lover and so frame Means to conceal my self yet shew my flame Act. 1. Scen. 5. AMYNTAS NISO AMyntas Whether Oh Niso Nis To Amyntas but Whether without his Niso doth Amyntas go Amyn. Unto the Temple I Niso. And thither I will bear thee company But let me here Amyntas breath a while For I begin to faint my hurt is cur'd But yet my feet tread not a steddy pace They tremble still and still my dazling eyes Deceive my sight so that it seems my heart Dare not rest confident on either part Amynt No marvel since we scarcely yet have left Those beds of sloth wherein we both have lien Wounded and kept in dark obscurity So long that thrice the love-sick Moon hath woed The Sun to re-inforce her borrowed light Niso. Yet thou so lightly o'r these rugged fields Do'st hast away as I can scarce pursue Thy foot-steeps with mine eyes Amynt O Niso such a sweetness seems to breath Of late me-thinks from earth and heaven both As 't is no wonder if it do deceive My trembling limbs though faint with loss of blood Since it already hath deceiv'd my heart Which as if I had never touch'd the ground Hath brought me flying hither Niso. Some woody Deity perhaps hath caught My gentle young Amyntas in his arms To waft him o'r the Plains Amynt Mock not dear Nisis no it was a God Beleev 't it was but a celestial God No Godhead of the Woods a God with wings That without wings can teach us men to fly But I disclose my self too far Niso. Some jest or other now thou fain would'st put Upon poor love to laugh him stil to scorn But do not jest too far Love is no Boy ••leeve me Friend that will be jested with Amynt Niso thou do'st me wrong I 'm no such man Or if I be 't is thou led'st me the way Niso. Who I no no whilst we lay wounded both Nor Nymph nor Shepheard came to visit us In whose discourse I found not something still That did not point at thy neglect of love They told me that thou never mention'dst him Without contempt and scorn that in disdain Of his great power as Trophies of thy pride When other Shepheards in the long liv'd Oak Or in the tender bark of some young sprout Had grav'd the marks of their eternal flame Thou there wouldst carve thy name inlaced with Th' inhumane title which proclaims the still To be Amyntas the young Hunter and to Love An Enemy profest And wilt thou now Profess thy self a Lover Amynt
it divided was made one entire And perfect circle but the Charracters Were then defac't and cut off in the midst Whose half on this part was and half on that The King devided them and then begirt With either parts the naked tender necks Of his two spoused Imps And to them said This one day shall be witnesse of your Love And of the favour which I bear you both Which said he turn'd his face as it appeares Or to restrain or to conceal his tears And I remov'd your children streight from thence And with such goods as then most precious were Conveigh'd them to my Castle as afraid Oh fond and foolish humane providence Of those foul broyls and rapines which are wont Most commonly to wait upon our funerals At such great Princes falls In this mean space a false alarum spread As false a rumour that the King was dead And those that wish't it did beleeve it true 'Mongst whom the King of Smyrna past for one Who thus emboldened on a suddain flew Upon the Thracian confines and advanc't His armes so far till at the last he came Unto that Castle and begirt it round By night took sackt and burnt it to the ground Orm. And were our children there Ay-me consum'd In that so fatal flame Oron. One of my servants whom the darksome shade Of gloomy night befriended to escape The enemies fierce hand assur'd me that One of the Smy•na souldiers snatch't them both Alive out of the flames Orm. And live they prisoners then in Smyrna still Oron. I fear it much For mark The news of all this barbarous excess Arrived soon at Court when yet the King Had onely so much sence and livelyhood As serv'd to hear it told He heard the wrong And injuries he suffer'd and his heart Inflam'd therewith Just anger did so warm His frozen blood as that it soon recal'd His flitting soul that it might once more prove A trusty Minister to execute His just revenging wrath But his faint enemy when once he heard That he yet lived the rumour of whose death Had onely given courage to his fears Betook him quickly to a shameful flight And to appease the Kings just anger first And next that with more ease he might escape Unto Bisantium he sent the spoyls And all the prisoners he had Orm. And our poor children too Oront Those onely wanted those were onely they Were missing whom alone the King desired And for this cause a far more mortal war And a more deadly hatred he proclaim'd Against the King of Smyrna if ere long Untouch't uncharm'd he did not send him back Those pretty slaves whom he alone did lack The one denies to have them in his power The other will by no means give belief To such a lean excuse but needs will have His children or a most severe revenge Thus both sides vow themselves to Armes again And by the fierceness of a cruel War The fruitful fields of Smyrna are layd wast And buryed in destruction so that now Smal hope remains that ever we shall see Your children more whom we have thus in vain Laboured to finde under the ruines of That poor decaying Kingdom Orm. O most unhappy children Sir But parents more unhappy far then they Oront Unhappy children and unhappy Sires But yet in this more happy then the rest That their unhappiness hath been bewail'd With floods of tears sent from his sacred eyes And blood of thousand shed in their revenge Orm. Unhappy tears unhappy blood so shed Unable to restore life to the dead Per. These poor old Shepherds weep and at their plaint Oronte seems a little troubled 'T were not amiss then to divert them Sir The Sun already mounts the highest track Of his most glorious Sphere that to the West He may descend with a more swift carreer And yet as you know well no choise is made Of such young Infants as we come to finde No Trumpet yet accustomed to proclaim Your safe arrival here hath summon'd them To meet you in the Temple Oront Let us return then to our Tents and you Sad Shepherds • ā• us to some shady path Towards the Sea and let this comfort you Dead or alive where ere your children be In Heaven or Earth they needs must win the love Of men below or of the gods above Sir Kind gentle Sir The gods above vouchsafe To you that comfort which cannot be found For us on this uncomfortable ground Act. 2. Scen. 2. Serpilla Celia Serp. WHat ho Celia Celia Woes me speak softly Serp. Why what i' st that thou fear'st Celia Do'st thou not see my Father there Serp. Hee 's going hence and cannot hear us speak But thou in vain do'st hide thy self from me Those very sighs which now thou breathest sorth Into the ayre whilst yet thou do'st beleeve That nothing in these Woods can hear thy plaints But Heaven it self have told me thy distress And courage Wench 't is a disease of love Which is not mortal 't is a pleasing ill Which generates encrease but doth not kill But whereon do'st thou look turn turn again Thy face this way alas poor silly soul Thy blushing cheeks speak what thy tongue for shame Dares not profess and in that language which Nature permits them tells me that their part Lies in the flame which doth consume thy heart If thou do'st love then why do'st thou for shame Conceal thy love Why do'st thou keep it clos'd Within thy brest and bear a rugged brow A fair smooth cheek is a rich Theatre On which true love ascending from the heart Glories to such his power Even I my self once lov'd Ergasto well And thy fair Mother lov'd Ormino too Yet neither of us both are now asham'd That still the valleys eccho out our loves Aegeria burns in young Armillo's flame Vrinda loves Licandor and thy dear Beloved Cloris that fair lovely Maid Cloris that once profest her self to love So great a stranger if thou know'st it not Lives onely now and onely sucks in ayre To breath it out in sighs of sad despare And though from thee she doth conceal her flame Because she thinks thee so insensible Of loves kinde heat yet unto me she tells Her amorous thoughts And whilst I with disdain Reproov'd her once for too much cruelty In living without love she sadly said Oh no Serpilla no poor Cloris lives Without a lover but not without love I love a Shepherd in another world And such an one as though for ought I know He now lies buryed in an earthen Urn Yet I resolve the ashes of his bones Shall be the onely fuel to my flame Oh happy maid whom fate hath so far blest To burn in one love and no more Celia Oh me most wretched then Serp. What doth afflict thee is the falshood of Thy faithless lover cause of this despair Celia Oh peace Serpilla peace press me no more To tell the horror of my deadly sore Serp. Wilt thou not apprehend me then The world goes
so dear Daughter that thou see'st Young tender loves breeding in youthful hearts Like to young harmless Doves whilst one hath wings And dares to fly anothers downy plain But even then buds forth Whilst one swoln up with pride bears out his Brest And in a murmuring tone breaths out his love Expressing by the circles which he makes The endless Labyrinths of loves great maze Another with his belly on the ground Goes creeping on and by his whining noyse Sets out the passions of a childish love One peeps but even now out of the shell Whilst others sit to hatch their tender Chicks Do not then do not cruel maid conceal Thy passion still though late yet at the last Heaven showrs down vengeance on a faithless love Knowst thou not what Pelorus that Pelore Then whom yet never Nimph in Scyros knew A faithfuller true lover us'd to say Faith is a Deity by which true love At first possest a place in Heaven above Love voyd of faith quoth he is neither love Nor yet a God but an infernal spirit Which having in the foul sulphureous Lake Of burning Phlegeton kindled black flames Doth counterfeit therewith loves glorious light And so goes breathing forth his feigned fries For whose most horrible and wicked sin Oh just and most deserved punishment Which in the bottomless infernal Pit Disloyal lovers are tormented still By those infernal Monsters in the shape Of their betrayed loves Do not then still delay to tell thy woe And if from grief I cannot set thee free Pitty at least shall bear thee company Celia What 's that to me that neither hope for help Nor wish for pitty in my misery Serp. At least yet let me know thine enemie And I will never leave thee till he leave Either his life or else that faithless love Wherewith he thus torments thee Celia Life if thou wilt but love must ne'r be left Serp. Would'st thou then have him dye Celia By all means possible and if I find No other hand to execute my just And lawful vengeance reason then perswades That mine own hand should take the due revenge Of mine oppressed soul Serp. Oh cruel jealousie can then thy fierce And poysonous bait possess a Maidens heart But if I mean to mollifie her rage I then must sooth her in her own desires Take courage Celia for if there be need Even I my self will with these hands pull out That faithless heart of his But tell me then Who is that false disloyal man and how Hath he disturbed thus thy quiet thoughts Celia Now that I finde thee bent to my desires I le tell thee all but see thou doe not change Serp. Thou sooner shalt observe me change my soul Then any thing that I have now profest Celia And whosoe'r it be see that thou take No pitty to thy heart Serp. I would be cruel to my very self Were I my selfe unfaithfull to my Love Celia Heare then and I will tel thee now What rests conceal'd from all the world besides How shall I find a tongue to utter it But yet it bootes not to refrain my tongue When I want power still to restrain my heart Look here Serpilla look here is that foul That impious wretch even here within me rests My horrid enemy Loe I am she Even I am she that carry in my brest A faithless love a foul infernal spirit Burnt in a two-fold flame Ser. As sure as can be this unhappy Nimph Carries two youthful loves within her brest 'T was long ere she conceiv'd and now brings Twins Oh just revenge of love and could he not Make one shaft serve as able to subdue Unto his Laws thy stiff rebllious heart But tell me then who are those fatal loves Celia To what end should I now conceal their names Know'st thou not Niso and Amyntas yet Serp. Who they that lay for thy delivery Wounded almost to death Celia Those very men Serp. But how could love inflict a double wound Just in an instant in thy stubborn heart Celia I le tell thee now a wounder Love that before had ever found me arm'd Against his shafts and all his subtile trains By others wounds and through anothers heart Found passage into mine And whilst that they Wounded to death lay breathing forth their souls Love all besmeared with their goary blood Usurpt the shape of pitty and then arm'd Under this quaint disguise the traiterous boy Found means to wound my heart and after that Neglecting both mine Arrows and my Bow Despising Earth the Sea and Heaven it self I found no rest to my tormented soul Longer then I stood languishing besides Those wounded Shepherds and with weeping eyes Mixing my plaints with theirs There from their fainting foreheads I did wipe The cold distilled sweat there with these hands Did I still dress their wounds Oh cruel wounds That whilst I drest them could thus wound my soul Yet had I then some Truce with sorrow when I said within my self unhappy Maid What new found sighs are these whence can proceed This unaccustomed heat which boyleth thus In thine inflamed heart Ah silly fool Said then my heart to me this is nought elese But pitty well deserved pitty canst thou be So ignorant as not to know it then Or dost thou grudg them pitty who to save Thee from a fearful death lye dying now Thus whilst I thought it pitty and not love Flatring my passion I still nourisht it And still encreased my unknown desire But when I after came to know it well Oh too too late discovery when once I found them lovers then too late I found I was my self a woful lover too And by the light of their bright burning flame I saw mine own heart burning in the same Serp. And art thou then with equal love belov'd By both of them again this may abate The wounding sorrows of thy troubled soul But how did'st thou discover their desires Celia By many many tokens for me thought I heard within my self a murmuring sound Which eccho'd out their love and then my heart Answer'd that sound again and yet deceipt I know not how did so obscure my sence As I could not at first beleeve it true Till one day it fell out that whilst the poor Amy•tas lying in tormenting pain Which day and night afflicted him so sore That he could hardly finde an hour to rest Pitty so wrought as I obtained Truce Sometime with sorrow that I might invite With the soft accents of my slender voice His heavy eyes to sleep When he with a sad sigh sent from his heart Darted a look at me and to me said Ah my dear Celia when I see thee not I am but as one dead and canst thou think That when I see thee then 't is possible For me to sleep before those glorious beams Which shine out of thine eyes I thus surpris'd Straight fled feom him and ran unto the place Where wounded Niso lay opprest with pain And calling for mine ayd Where whilst
who first were born here and bred up Still in her sight wouldst never look upon Amynt O Nerea I am not blind Ner. But at the least thou' rt purblind so is he And lookes on all a squint that can behold So rich a beauty and yet knows not how Or which way to conveigh it to his heart For thee Amyntas O against thy will Happy Amyntas yea for thee alone And yet thou know'st it not do'st not care for 't For thee the heavens sent fair Celia Do'st not beleeve me Look on her fair eyes Look on thine own love gave them to you both That both of you might still admire and gaze Upon your native beauties Those her fair curled locks these crisped hairs Seem onely fram'd that each of you might tye Each others soul in them eternally Her fair plump rising cheecks thy downy chin Were made that each on other might repose After the stormy blasts of loves sad woes Her rosie mouth and thy Vermillion lips Invite you both with mouth to mouth to taste Those purple Strawberries which there are plac't Seest thou not how in her white bosom rests Those tender swelling and well raised brests Which challenge thee into the lists of love And thou like a Coward dost refuse To answer to their call discurteous youth Canst thou invited thus refuse to try Their loving force and so in love withstand Eternal Fate which all things can command Amyn. Ah me most miserable Nerea What 's that thou saiest Amyn. Nothing Ah me I scarce can breath a sigh Nerea And dost thou sigh alas wherefore Thy heart devoyd of love deceiv'd perhaps Borrows those sighs that sighing thou maist seem To be in love why do I call them sighs Thine are no sighs he that sighs not for love Sighs not but Yawns such sighs no love can move Amyn. But if those sighs be too too truly sighs Which issue from the bottom of my heart And such as I need seek no other where They then perhaps break out onely to shew The secret grief enclos'd within my breast O Nerea Nerea Perhaps the very rocks perceive ere this That heart which thou deceived thus dost call A heart devided of Love so set on fire And burning in the lively flames it feels As without other help it may find out Cause in it self to spend these sighs about Nerea Behold a new Amyntas lately come Out of the bosom of his Silvia And from beyond th' Arcadian Hills ariv'd Newly in Scyros here How feelingly he can discourse of love A breast a heart love flames and burning fire Sighs and Ah me 's all these are proper words Taken from loves best language and thus all True lovers speak which are Inhabitants Of loves great Empire But when wer 't thou there Or where Amyntas didst thou learn so well To speak their mother Tongue Amyn. Even in the very Center of that blest And happy Kingdom where loves Septer rules There have I been and so that country ayre Pleaseth my sense as though it seems to me Still turbulent and cloudy yet no other skye Can ever be more welcome to my eye Nerea Thou speak'st in such a tone Amyntas and so well Dost mix thy sighs together with thy words A•d make sad looks accompany thy sighs As I could almost swear thou wert in love Amyn. True love cannot be feign'd 't is true that once I fled from love but since he overtook Me in my flight I follow him as fast Nerea Oh admirable power against whose will Nor flight nor pollicy can ought avail Now blest be lov'd great love that thus can give Unto thy stony heart a lively sence But wilt thou not then tell me who she is Whom love hath chosen for a worthy means To do so great a work Amyn. No I have told too much already but The tears which spring out of my heart do cause My tongue to glide so fast and now 't is time To teach it silence Nerea Silence to me well then be silent still But yet if I be she which can dispose Of loves great Empire as it pleaseth me Perhaps one day thou wilt entreat me hear The story of thy love and lend thee help When I will be as deaf unto thy prayers As thou art silent to me now Amyn. Good Nerea let us talk of somewhat else Let us discourse of Niso and for him Employ thy care for as for me I yet Nor seek nor hope nor can desire thy help Nerea What a rude rustick lover have we here If love be lodg'd in a rough savage heart Poor love himself becomes a savage too And so hath neither hope nor yet desire But be it as thou wilt for Niso then I will employ my cure and if or will Or Art have any power to win a love In his content thou shalt learn first to see And then repent thine error when thou shalt See that cold Celia that Mass of stone By my endeavours and but easie cure All burning in loves flame and in these fields In these same very fields wherein she now Like a unwearyed huntress beats the ground With her still erring foot when thou shalt see Her in the Arms of lovely Niso. Print Upon these flowry banks more tender steps And gentler signes of a more pleasing choice What then alas what will become of thee I know too well that then I shall thee see Crying Oh help me Nerea Oh help But all in vain for then I will not help But laughing scorn thee for thy foolery Amyn. And dost thou then Ah-me with Celia hope Dost thou with Celia hope to do so much And that for Niso too Nerea Hope Yes with Celia or with any else More out of love with love then she can be And that for Niso or for any else Unhappier in love then he can be This I can do and this I will doe too Make Niso to enjoy his Celia Amyn. Ah me I 'me dead Nerea And I will make her thine who ere she be Whom thou desirest so if thou wilt but Disclose thy love to me Amyn. That Niso my enjoy his Celia That 's all I ask Nerea But wherefore dost thou then lament in time Demand my help and thou shalt have it Nerea Hee 's much perplext and certainly this man Deceives me yet and wisheth somewhat else Then he seems to desire He found his thought Which very hardly can conceal it self Thou troubled soul what i' st that greeves thee now Celia shall be for Niso as thou dost desire Though it be true that with less pains I could Procure her for Amyntas if Amyntas would As Niso doth burn for fair Celias love I know well what I say but 't is not fit I should so easily discover yet The secret thoughts of a young virgin maid To him that cannot apprehend them Amyn. Dost hear me Nerea tempt me no more For Niso 't is I speak and 't is for him That I would have thee speak Nerea He shakes already and will quickly
not ere this At least in secret tell it to his heart Nerea Or else perhaps delighted with the fair Rich beauty of the gold as who can tell Perhaps she may desire it for her self For old in those that are the nicest can Both blear their eyes and dazle too their hearts Niso. What ere it be 't is more then time my soul Should be resolv'd at last Clo. But foolish I why do I thus retard My happiness too long too long alas My torments have endur'd Nerea Stand off a while I le put her out of doubt Clo. I will disclose my self Nerea Cloris Clo. Do not disturb me Nerea for my heart Cals me another way Nerea Yet stay a while thou art too squeamish now What i' st thou fear'st That in this ring some train of love is layd Against thy self be confident there 's none This gentle Shepherd here for Celia And not for thee for Celia I say And not for thee do'st thou conceive me For Celia he sighs and burns and dyes To Celia to whom he gives his heart To her this gift is sent but yet thou mayst In pitty be a means to give it her This is a smal request and more then this Is not desir'd of thee do thou but grant To be the Messenger and then let love Himself work out the rest Cloris Thersis Thersis for Celia Nerea Niso not Thersis Cloris Ah-me For Celia doth he sigh and burn and dye To Celia doth he send the Ring and I Must I conveigh his sacriligious gift Niso. Cloris is troubled and undoubtedly Will nocon sent Nerea Ah! though thou still be cruel to thy self At least to others yet be pittiful One gentle word to do another good Cannot it cannot sure impeach the height And Majesty of thy just rigor Niso. I hear Amyntas voice but see him not Amyntas Cloris Oh false perfidious love Oh faith betrayed Oh perjur'd Heaven Oh most wretched I Nerea Ah me and why so troubled wherefore thus Distracted do'st thou look and Cloris whether Whether away so fast at least restore The Ring again hark stay awhile Act. 3. Scen. 5. Niso. Amyntas Celia Niso. THou com'st in time in time Amyntas sure The Heavens did conduct thee to this place My life 's in question here Amyntas see But whether woes me whether are they gone Vanisht so soon What Cloris Nerea Cloris I say they have abus'd me both Follow Amyntas follow Amyn. Which way shall I follow Niso That And I will follow them about this Hill Celia Oh most delicious drink sweet to this taste Which thirsted after death Am•n. They do not keep the path and if they chance To take into the Wood I gaze in vain Celia I am here all alone now in the hands Of death why do not I then dye Niso. T•is way they are not gone is there left yet Another way to find Celia Ah me what do I see Niso. Amyntas look look there 's my Sun Amyn. Ah peace if she perceive us she will straight Vanish out of our sight and then those rays Will rather seem a flash of lightening then The chearful beams of this bright shining Sun Niso. Already she hath spyed us and it seems That even very now she looks this way But yet with high disdain And see'st thou not Me thinks she looks as she were full of woe I see in that fair face the Gilliflowers And Roses withered and look wonderous pale Celia They go not hence nor I cannot remove Nor yet doth death come to deliver Amyn. She reasons with her self and happily Shee 's angry that she findes us here Niso. But yet amidst those woes there may be seen A smiling beauty and a flour•shing Amidst those withered flowers Oh heavenly Oh thou diviner beauty can it be That other fair ones have the fairness of The richest coulours and the fairest flowers But she not as from them but from her self is fair Celia Unhappy eyes what ere the world hath fair May there be seen but not by you and then What more then death can you desire to see Niso. Ah me before so fair a fire I burn And fry in scorching heat and canst thou then Look on it and be mute and look again And yet not burn Ah! I cannot contain My self within this heat Amyn. Stay whether wilt thou go Niso. I must perforce I will speak to her straight And at the least I le tell her that I dye Amynt Speak to her man and do'st thou not then fear The force of her reproach hast thou forgot The cruel prohibition which she sent Did Nereas not tell it thee if then thou lov'st Beware thou do not move her to disdan Cel. But from a sight so pleasing wo is me Mine eyes doe drink new po yson and perhaps That may retard the operation of The drink I drunk before Niso. Shall I then dye in silence shall I dye Without a breathing fit no't shall not be The Plants at least shall hear the Plants shall hear The mournsull accents of my sad laments For they will be less deaf unto my moan Than Celia is to them hard hearted she Forbids me not to speak Celia What do'st thou death what darst thou not close up These eyes of mine which love keeps open thus Yet I must dye and though mine eyes delay My heart makes hast to goe that dismal way Shepheards doe you remove unto some other place Or I of force must flie from this Niso. Ah! thou most cruel Nymph Amynt Peace Niso peace do'st thou not see That with her foot already in the air She threatens to be gone le ts leave her then Le ts leave her here in peace and go our way The Woods doe not want trees to which thou mayst As well as to these Beeches here complain And in thy depth of sorrow sigh in vain Niso. Le ts goe O cruel Nymph Amynt Ah me most miserable Act. 3. Scen. 6. CELIA Cel. SOuls of my soul away from me you fly And 't is but reason since I needs must dye And now I dye but you dear lovely sights Which even now gave light unto mine eyes If ever you by chance on earth behold These most unhappy limbs here lye extinct Depriv'd of heat and motion not so much As one poor sigh no nor a tear I crave This only I entreat that your proud feet As just revengers of your injur'd hearts Would kick these bones unto the savage beasts And fling the dust thereof into the air But with that dust let then the air conveigh Into the den of deep forgetfulness All memory of my black sin O happy death If with my life my faults may vanish too But I still live and 't is perhaps because A few small hearbs cannot prevail with death He must have more and therefore I have here My lap full of them and I will renew Their poyson once again Ah me I dye Amyntas Niso Ah I dye O love Betrayed love O falsified faith Come now behold
and see the just revenge See and triumph behold the vengeance due Unto my fatal error see the end Of all my torturing pain Come gentle plant And stay the ruins of this falling bulk And since under thy shaddow I must dye Ah! with those leaves those withered leaves at least Which with the wind are tossed too and fro For pitty cover these unburied limbs But thou do'st fly me and so doth the earth The heavens hide themselves and wretched I Since neither earth nor heaven will receive This wofull soul where shall I then remain See see behold th' infernal deep there plac't You borrid furies whereon doe you gaze And thou black Cerberus why bark'st thou so Make room I come to bear a share in all The torments you endure or rather leave Leave all your pains to me begon and tell That I alone will here alone make hell Ah me ah me Act. 4. Scen. 1. SERPILLA CLORIS Serp. I Can no more stay here a while and give If not unto my legs yet to my heart A poor short breathing fit Clo. Stay where it like thee best for all vain Hither and thither I remove my steps But cannot find nor hill nor lowly plain Nor open air nor darksom shade that can Bring the least comfort to my wounding pain No place can give me ease but all alike Seems fitted to torment my wearied soul In this same very place my woes begun There first I view'd again my cruel foe And here I first discover'd it was he Here was I glad and here as suddainly With the short sound of one sad killing word Even in this very place unhappy I Slipt back again into my former pain And fell so swiftly down that precipice As death to me cannot but now appear Tardy and slow Serp. Phillis ah my dear daughter mitigate This fierce tormenting grief which thus infests Thy soul with fury for in fine if thou Consider well Thirsis is still thine own Nor lives she can deprive thee of thy hopes True faith betwixt your gentle hearts hath knit A lasting and indissoluble knot And love sometimes perhaps may be forgot But never a true faith that faith which once Iove with his thundring hand hath firmly writ And deep engrav'd in heaven Clo. But yet alass what can I gain thereby For faith depriv'd of love ties up our hands But fetters not our hearts and thus fast bound The bonds are too too hard For my part then Let them be loosed quite and let me live Free from that hand that lives without a heart No no Serpilla no if he deny His love to me his faith I do defie Serp. But thou dispairest yet before 't is time Thirsis beleeves thee dead and justly may Within his youthfull breast then entertain New flames of love and yet therein be free From the least shew of doing injury To that rich beauty which he thinks extinct And happily hath mourn'd for long ago But when he shall perceive thee here alive His old lost love will then with the revive Clo. That love Serpilla which can be remov'd With the light breath of an imagin'd death Is but a faint weak love nor care I much Whether it live again or still lye dead Even I my self beleev'd him long ago Dead and enclosed within an earthen Urn And yet abhorring any other love I only lov'd that pale-fac'd beauty still And those dry bones dissolved into dust And underneath their ashes kept alive The lively flames of my still burning fire Thou knowst it well who oftentimes hast seen And griev'dst to see my miserable state My misbeleeved death then cannot make His fault or yet my sorrows seem the less Ah me it cannot no but he is false Alass hee s false and I most wretched am Nor can his faithless error be excus'd Or my sad grief admit the least relief What shall I do then who shall counsel me Shall love alass it cannot when love meets With infidelity it rests depriv'd Of all advice then I must now repair For counsel to my fury and despair Serp. Come with me daughter or at least consent That I may go and seek thy Thirsis out I le have him know thee once again I must Once see you both confronted face to face And thou shalt hear then what himself can say And thence wee 'l take advice Clo. That ever he shall look on me again No I have not the heart I know too well That whilst I look upon his once lov'd eyes Their beams will mitigate my just disdain That just disdain which I must keep entire For mine own safety therefore peace no more No more of that Serpilla Serp. Yes but I must and he must once again See thee my heart I will not be denied He shall come see thee I will have it so If not to ease thy sad perplexed thoughts At least to aggravate his biting wo And now I go but Thirsis sojourns yet At young Amyntat house and this the path That leadeth thither by the shortest way Stay then at home or for me there leave word Where I may come to thee Clo. Yes yes go on go on Serp. O! if I could now be so blest to free Phillis and Celia both from misery Clo. I will leave word where thou mayst come to me But thou must come then to deaths darksom Cell For thither I perceive my sorrows will Bring me e'r long Thirsis thou nere must see This face again for there remains no more Comfort for me nor do I wish thy pain For false and cruel though thou be to me Yet I must love thee still Ah me I love And if my love can for no other cause Be dear to thee yet cruel let it be Dear as it will be cause of death to me Oh my ingrateful Thirsis Ah false man Phillis for thee was born liv'd by thine eyes And now for thee forsaken Phillis dyes Act. 4. Scen. 2. NISO I Here the name of Phillis and but now Me thinks it eccho'd through the empty ayre Unto my lovesick soul but whence then comes This faigned voice which thus recals again The cold dead ashes of my dying heart Unto there wonted flames can it be thou Or i' st not rather the fair gentle shade Of my lost Phillis is it that which strays Depriv'd of rest about these fields to draw My erring heart unto her love again Alas what wouldst thou have of me thou know'st That since thy death no part of me remains But tears and sighs and if thou take delight To see me greeve thou mai'st when ere thou please Whilest I live here renew the funeral pomp Of my sad tears and heart consuming sighs Take then these brinish drops rest satisfied With these deep groans which here I consecrate Unto our love and to thy sweet repose And re•• Ah me poor soul now rest in peace Act. 4. Scen. 3. Amyntas Niso. Amyn. HEe 's all alone Niso whom speak'st thou to Niso. To empty shadows my Amyntas Ah! I
know not how the mournful memory Of my first earnest but unhappy love Is even now in mid'st of my new flames When it should least have troubled my sad thoughts Renew'd within my soul and whilst now this Now that and each within an instant prefs Sighs from my heart and tears out from mine eyes Tears overflow and sighs confound me so As my poor heart doth faint Amyn. And so thy heart amid'st such ardent flames Such fervent heats serves onely now to be The hot consuming furnace of true love Oh miserable soul when Celia darts One flashing beam hath it not power enough To burn one silly heart Unless love force New flames out of a beauty now extinct Is she not dead if I remember well What thou hast said who now revives thy heart Niso. O yes she died a child and in the East My rising Sun declined to the West She died a child and if a beauty since And such a beauty as perhaps did not Seem coy to me such as thou seest me here Offer'd me love I in an instant turn'd Mine eyes another way or dull'd their sight With the full flowing streams of showring tears Onely the unkind beauty of my Celia Had force to work that strange effect in me Which the most loving beauty else could not Nor can I tell how it was brought to pass That I could neither flye nor yet withstand Her all commanding power and thus new flames Without confounding of my former heat Incense my heart afresh whence I am forc'd St•ll to bewail my Phillis still to sigh For Celia's love she is already lost And her I cannot hope ere to enjoy This then is all I can expect to gain To lose my sighs and spend my tears in vain Amynt Whilst thou do'st thus bemoan thy sad mishaps Grief grows into excess Let us discourse Upon some other subject I can learn No news of Cloris nor of Nerea From that young Goatheard with whom for that end I stayd behind thee talking in the wood Niso. Which way shall we pursue them then depriv'd Of all the helps that may direct our course Amynt Why should we follow thus their steps in vain I am already weary and 't were best To rest us here in this large open plain From whence we may discover round about What passeth too and fro and underneath These spreading Beech es here we may attend In hope to meet them and refresh our selves In this cool breathing shade where we may dry The trickling sweat from off our me ting brows And take a sweet repose Niso. Agreed Amynt But what is' t I behold there in the skirts And entrance of the wood betwixt those twigs And the round body of that tree Niso. It seems a Nymph sure by her cloaths Amynt Oh! 'T is fair Celia see her Azure gown Those silver buskins and that golden Bow Shew it is Celia which lyes here retir'd Under this gentle shade 'T is she Niso. Lies Celia in the shade behold then you That wish to see the Sun conceal his beams Under a shadow here enjoy your wish Amynt Speak softly for I think she sleeps Niso. Sleeps she O if some pittifull I will not say Or God or man but some kind gentle dream Some wandring spirit would but whilst she sleep Securely thus present before that soul That cruel soul the lively image of The poor tormented Niso with his cheeks Bedew'd with tears his grisly pale-fac'd looks Brought to the very point of death and beg Some spark of pitty for me Who can tell What hope it might produce for sure I am That whilst I sleep I feel love waking still Even in the very shaddow of my dreams But wretched man to what pass am I brought When dreams and fancies must sustain my hopes Yet now at least I may for once behold That lovely visage unsurpris'd with fear To see her flye me straight Amynt And I alass must every moment hear Anothers woes and yet conceal mine own But I am silent still because I dye Each minute that I breath and no man cries At that same very instant when he dies Niso. I look on every side yet cannot come To view her beauteous face Amyntas see Me thinks that Bramble-bush still craving seems With too much love to stretch his thorny twigs Too near as if he meant to kiss The sweet vermilion Roses of her lips O impudent bold rival thy base briers Though arm'd with spiny prickles shall not thus Prevent me in my happiness Amynt Softly dear Niso that thou wake her not Niso. Ah me so near to my beloved fire I am all Ice and in a shaking fit Wonder of men Yet thus we ought to fear The beauty we adore I dare not move Me•thinks great love from thence darts forth at me Invisible strong powerful shafts do thou Do thou Amyntas who art out of fear Of all his Darts with freer boldness try To let me see her face Amyn. I will But yet alas to me 't is not a task So easie as he deems Niso. Amyntas Ah! Amyntas do'st not feel Thy trembling foot march an uncertain pace Stay stay awhile me thinks thy pale-fac't looks Tell me thy fears yet thou art not in love From whence then come these frights Amyn. I cannot tell perhaps some god-head sent From Heaven to gard these sleeping members may Strike terror to my soul Niso. No no the beauty of that face can work Awe in the boldest heart Act. 4. Scen. 4. Narete Amyntas Niso. BUt go Silvanus go and take a care The Kid escape not from thee if thou meanst To keep poor Filino alive Amyn. It is Narete Narete See then from him thou fly to Celia And tell the happy tidings of her love Niso. Ah me do'st thou not hear Amyntas Ha! Amyn. Narete welcome but what happy news Hast thou for Celia that concerns her love Narete That her beloved Kid is yet alive Niso. Thanks be to Heaven I am restor'd again Amyn. What that young Kid which Filino ere while Went all about Lamenting with such tears Narete The simple boy beleev'd him surely dead And he had surely dyed had I not come Led thither by his cryes for he had fed Upon a poysonous herb whose mortal juyce First casts into a sleep then sleeping kills If ere the venome seize upon the heart The visage be not bath'd or sprinkled with Some moystening drops which may recall again From depth of sleep the cold benummed soul And therefore I to whom the hearb is known Straight ran unto the Brook and therein bath'd The dying Kid and drew him forth alive But what my sons were you beholding there Some beast within his den Niso. O my Narete 't is a savage beast I dare tell thee no will I keep it hid For thou art old yet with those snow white locks Know'st how to pitty simple youthful love Here lyes a savage beast more savage far Then is the Basilisk more deadly too For he doth onely poyson with his looks
what have I done I err'd For happily my Phillis is not dead But say she be not yet 't is too too sure That I have given her a mortal wound And what i' st I can hope for can I think To hide the foul injustice of my Crime Under a faint dismal No See then The just revenge of love that made me thus With mine own tongue and that before her face With thousand wicked sighs and faithless tears Accuse my self of infidelity But be it as it will alive or dead I wil go seek her out and so will dye Just at her foot that for my death at least If for nought else I may seem dear to her O Celia Celia love Amyntas now Faithful Amyntas live with him and leave Me to dye for my Phillis if I can Do nothing else yet I can dye for her I will dye for my Phillis lead the way Where art thou Fillino but he is gone Who now shall be my guide I le take my chance To him in whose vext heart despair resides Fury and rage are the most certain guides Act. 5. Scen. 1. PERINDO O Sacriledge the royal image of Our mighty Lord the King of mighty Kings Before whose throne so many knees doe bow His Image on the ground See thou divine Thou sacred Idol low to thee I bend And prostrate at thy foot thus lay my head But thou uuhappy wretch who ere thou art Out of whose hand the sacred image fell Who ere thou art thou dyest nor can he live 'Gainst whom high heaven is so far incens'd As to permit him cast his life away With his own proper hands But who was he Who was that impious wretch how shall we learn A way to find him out This Task must be Orontes care within whose power doth rest The law it self much more the punishment To him I flye and 't is enough for me If I make him acquainted with the fact But I may wander well out of my way Yet I was here if I mistake it not This very morning with Oronte yes This is the very place and this the path By which we came by this we did return And t is the shorter way Shepheard O ho The ready way unto the tents Act. 5. Scen. 2. Narete Cloris Nar. DIrectly forward Sir Though to such beasts Such barbarous beasts as thou the better way Were that which leads unto the horrid den Of an accursed death I did beleeve I should come short of finding Celia here But it imports not much since she was left In so good hands and now my care must be Imployed here Come on good daughter come Clo. Courteous Narete let me now return Alone unto my wonted solitude Nar. No no thy grief is such I will not trust Thy life in thine own hands I le see to that High heaven for thy safety more then hers Guided my steps to seek for wholsom hearbs There where I found thee dying in despair Clo. What a strange pitty's this Narete know I am already dead nor have I left Or heart or soul and whilst thou dost deny Me leave to dye thou onely dost restrain This body from a tomb not me from death And canst thou take delight then thus to drag About the fields unburied carkasses Nar. Thou shalt not have thy will unless at least Thou tell me first the cause of thy despair Clo. See where he comes ah me Nar. Who comes why dost thou hide thy self Act 5. Scen 3. Narete Niso Cloris LOok daughter it is Niso Niso ho Where hast thou left thy Celia what 's become Of young Amyntas that I see him not Niso. O my Narete in how short a space How great a change is wrought in me 't is strange That thou shouldst know me now I am no more That Niso that I was nor can I say That now I live fair Celia's no more mine Amyntas is with her and they are gone To seek out Cloris and 't is Cloris I Am seeking too canst thou then tell me where Alive or dead fair Cloris may be found Nar. She is alive and is not far from hence But what is this thou sayst and what 's the cause That thus doth trouble and perplex thy thoughts Niso. That thou shalt hear anon but tell me first Where Cloris is and is she then alive Is she not far from hence Clo. And yet I cannot but behold his face O with what sweetness under those fair locks Lyes maskt so false a heart Nar. See where she is Cloris come forth 't is Niso child come forth Niso. Ah me I me dead Nar. Thou heardst but even now that Celia he And young Amyntas ran from place to place To seek thee out and thou from thence mayst see How Nymphs and Shepheards are perplexed with The rumour of thy death Niso. And could I see the light of those fair eyes Blind that I am and yet not know them straight Clo. Thou dost not know this man Narete if The rumour of my death have troubled him It is delight not pitty doth disturb His fancy then 'T was he that caus'd my death And he but comes to glory in it now Nar. Caus'd he thy death Niso dost thou not hear What 't is she saith Niso. Alass what shall become of me can I Yet have the heart to speak to her can she With patience hearken unto what I say Nar. He answers not nor can I understand What 't is he mutters to himself apart Niso. Love at so great a need inspire my heart Grant me those looks are worthy of my grief Do thou direct my words Phillis ah my dear Phillis Ah me Nar. Phillis art thou or Cloris Niso. Ah me I cannot sighs will stop my words Narete Shee 's so besides her self she takes no care What 't is I say But tell me Niso then Niso. Phillis my dearest soul Narete My dearest soul this phrase too sounds of love But sure my voice decays and that 's the cause I am not understoop Niso. I was deceiv'd poor soul I was deceiv'd Narete I may be yet a silent looker on And see a wonder here Niso. O do not turn thy face another way Perhaps thou thinkest by denying thus That lovely visage to these eyes of mine To punish my misdeeds but think not so Look on me still and mark me what I say For if thou knowst it not I le tell thee then A more severe revenger of thy wrongs Thou canst not have then those fair eyes of thine Which by those shining beams that wound my heart Punish me more then all the world can do What greater pain can'st thou inflict on me Then still to keep as fire before my face That lovely beauty which I have betrayd That beauty I have lost I have done ill Wretch that I am I have done very ill And though I do complain beleeve not yet I hope to purchase pardon by my plaints I know too well that from this breast of mine And from these eyes which
could both sigh and weep For others love No sigh no tear can fall Which can have power to purchase ought of thee And since that nothing but my death can please Let then my death beg pardon for my fault Such powerful Sutors should not be deny'd Deny not then the thing it onely craves For I will dye and do thou pardon me That 's all I beg both for my wandring soul And for this frame when it is turn'd to dust Cloris Shepherd the Heavens know and love can tell Whether thou hast done ill or no he can Punish thy fault and let him pardon thee I a mean Silly Shepherdess a poor Abused maid forsaken and forlorn Have no•disdain which he need to regard Who did so slenderly regard my love Niso. Ah me Clo. Ah Thirsis Thirsis Narete Phillis was she before now Thirsis he Clo. Thou falsifier of those amorous sighs Can it be thou that mournest can it be And thou that hast already kill'd me thus Can it be thou that with such fervent zeal Desirest now to dye and dye for me Cannot thy stony heart rest satisfied With my tormenting pain unless thou strive Even in thy pitty to be cruel too 'T is faigned pitty and those sighs are faign'd I know them too too well faign'd are thy tears Thy grief is feign'd and feigned thy desire Yet can I not endure to see thee greeve Thou I am sure thou dost but feign to greeve The very naming of thy death affrights My poor afflicted soul be quiet then And live since thou hast one will dye for thee Live and in peace enjoy thy new lov'd love In which if thou hadst freedom by the bruit Of my supposed and perhaps by thee Long wisht for death I do not now desire My life should be the accuser of thy faults Or interrupt thy joys No I will dye Take courage then I le dye and pray the Heavens They may not arm their fierce revengeful wrath Against thy faults for if thou didst offend This heart endures for thee such horrid pains That heaven may well accept my sufferings For all thy foul offence Why say I mine No they are thine I had them all from thee And I endure them all to set thee free Act 5. Scen. 4. Melisso Niso Cloris Narete Mel. O Cloris how I tremble yet Dost thou not know my child nor do not you Kind Shepheards know who is that wofull wight That most unhappy wight that on the ground Did cast the proud insulting image of The Thracian Emperour Niso. And why with so much fear dost thou desire To know the man Mel. Ah if thou know him go and bid him fly Fly swift away or he 's but a dead man And shall we not be gone too daughter for Here come the Thracians hard at hand And now In greater rage than ever Clo. Why should I fly away from Thracians now When Thracians are to me my best beloved Ni•o. But why should that man dye and for what cause Mel. Their barbarous Law condemns him that 's enough Clori• lets go dost thou not know too well Hast thou forgot le ts go Nar. I prethee stay and tell me what new wo Their barbarous fury brings us which is still Fruitfull in bringing forth our miseries Mel. I le tel you then but yet do you mean while Look well about lest any of them come The Thracians have a Law that wheresoere The royal image of their tyrant Lord Shall be by any seen it shall be there By him ador'd And 't is no less than forfeit of his life Who shall by chance on set purpose shew The least contempt to it whoere he be Nar. Inhumane Law see if proud man cannot Exhalt his horns so high till towring up At last he doth confront even heaven it self Niso. Shepheard proceed Mel. The Captain with his troops was going up Unto the Temple there to see brought in The tribute of our children which we pay And I conceal'd within the bushes sate To view them as they past when one of them Who sure did come this way addrest himself Unto their Captain and thus humbly said Behold great Sir and gave him in his hand I know not what but sure it was of Gold For in those bushes I could see no more And scarcely could perceive the gold to shine Behold quoth he the sacred image here Which even now I found upon the bank Of a swift running stream O sacriledg I found it there cast down upon the ground Without respect to him whose shape it bears At which the rest foaming with rage and ire I know not whether out of custom or As an effect of fury rent their clothes And then the Captain taking by the hand Him that had brought the news of that misdeed Withdrew aside and talking with him there I by a secret path thence stole away And sure they cannot be far off but see See where they come ah daughter le ts away Nar. No for by going thus they may conceive Thee guilty of the fact Act. 5. Scen. 5. Oronte Niso Cloris Melisso Narete Perindo Oront FOr ceatain this is it this is the Ring I know 't exceeding well but yet the Law The Law is plain against the faulty man And he without all hope must lose his head Who cast the royal image on the ground Niso. Now Phillis thou shalt see whether my grief And my desire be feigned yea or no Oront If I can find the wretch if I can find But who it was that did possess this Ring Niso. He 's found already Sir and comes to take At thy great hands deserved punishment The Ring is mine and I am he that threw The royal image here upon the ground This is the faulty hand and this the head Condemned for the fact to be cut off Send for the sword then that it may revenge So capital a crime Mel. O desperate attempt come let us flie Le ts fly my dearest Cloris hence from death Clo. Fly thou unto the place that likes thee best For I must seek my life by meeting death Sir this man labours but to find the means To dye for me The Ring is mine and this the neck which now It hath encompast many years for see It bears the fresh impressions of it still The Ring is mine and I Niso. Ah Cloris Nar. Ah me Perind Shepheards forbear keep silence and take he•d That no man dare to move his foot or tongue Oront Thou Nymph goe on Clo. The Ring is mine and I was she that threw The royal image here upon the ground And if by dying I may satisfie For such a foul offence let no man else Pay for the forfeit I have made for I Even I too have a head which once cut off And separated from this liveless trunk Can find a way to fall and drench in blood The fatal sword which shall revenge the wrong Offer'd unto this sacred image here Niso. O peace a while great Sir she raves for love And
it will not become you to give ear Unto the dreams and fancies of a Soul Grown frantick in her Passion it is true And I will not deny but that she hath Her part in that same fatal ring but yet No share at all in the offence for when Or where was it she threw it or who can Bear witnesse of the fact I threw it there Just there before you on that craggy cliffe Which to the River lends a rugged Path I know the place full well Per. 'T is true and there close by the River side I took it up Niso. Fillino saw me when I threw it there Poor simple Fillino who wants the wit To frame a Lie and he will witnesse it Clo. Cruel though thou hast rob'd me of Both life and soul permit me yet at least The liberty to die Oro. What do'st thou say Perindo me thinks now In these their riper looks I do perceive The lively semblance of that sweet aspect Their younger age did bear Niso. Do'st thou my Phillis haply grieve to see That I that am thus guilty of thy death Should die for any other cause but thine Per. See what a strife love works sure these are they These are those pretty little Lovers mark How love himself is grown up with their age And he that like a Child in Thracia seem'd To play the little wanton in affection now Shews forth a perfect love which draws them thus Do you observe it to contend and strive How death in one may th' other keep alive Oron. Tel me young maid thy name where wer 't thou born• Who was thy father tell me that Mel. Her name is Cloris and Melisso mine She is my daughter and we both were born Within the fruitful fields of Smyrna Cloris Cloris of Smyrna and the daughter of Melisso I was cal'd whilst I desir'd Under these feigned names to fly from death But now I am no more that Cloris no I now am Phillis and in Thracia Some time I liv'd that Phillis I am now Whose death thy cruel Lord so much desires More of my self I know not this may serve If onely now thou aymest at my death Oron. Cheating old dotard darst thou then to me With such an impudent and shameless face Vent thy pernitious lies Mel. Mercy great Sir mercy I crave my life Lies now within your power Arban of Smyr•a tursted to my care The charge of this young maid and to avoyd Both hers and his and mine own danger thus I labour'd to conceal the truth Oron. Thou speak'st confusedly still nor am I yet Well satisfied in what I did demand Tell me in plainer terms how first she came To live within thy power Mel. Sir I will tell you but restrain a while Your just incensed rage Ah me Oron. Leave off those sighs and answer me with speed Mel. Then when the King of Smyrna did assault The Thracians confines with his armed Troops One of his men that Arban whom but now I named to you took as prisoners This Nimph then but a child and with her too A Boy about her age Niso. And lo Oron. Peace not a word but thou go on Mel. Their looks their cloaths and their behaviour Seem'd to declare their fortune was not mean And therefore Arban much delighted with So rare a booty fearing least the King Might afterwards deprive him of his joy Keeps them conceal'd Nor cares he to obey A strict decree that every souldier should Deposite in his Royal hands such spoyls And all such prisoners as he had got Mean while the King of Thracia full of rage With threatening terms demands his children back Nor can I tell whether that strict demand Proceeded from desire to see them dead Clo. Oh? did not Arban tell thee that it did Hast thou not told me so a thousand times From whence then on a suddain rise these doubts Mel. Arban 't is true did tell me so but yet Perhaps with art he feign'd it purposely You Sir are like to know Oro. I know full well proceed Mel. The King of Thracia urgeth his demand The King of Smyrna hears no news of them And yet desires to send them back to Thrace So to appease the high displeasure of His now incensed enemy and to obtain A speedy wisht for peace And therefore straight proclames just punishment To him that should conceal and large reward To him that should discove• what he sought Arban that fear'd his yet conceal'd theft At last might come to light conveighs them both By night unto the neighbouring mountains where He oft times us'd to hunt and there •e chang'd Their habit and their names fully resolv'd They should unknown lead a rude ru••ick life In country base attire and that the •ne Might not be by the other sooner known To me he gave this maiden and the boy Unto Dametas an inhabitant Of a remoter tract Besides as one that knew 't was ill to tr•st Two loving souls in two such tender breasts He made the two young lovers each beleeve The other surely dead Oron. And how from Smyrna then art thou become A dweller here in Scyros Mel. The fury of the War increased still And as if it intended to assault High heaven it self it first ascended up Into those towring hills and I Poor I alas when I beheld with grief An inundation of fierce armed men To break in round about when I beheld Troops of proud furious horsemen swarm below And fill the neighbouring Vales when I did hear The shril mouth'd Trumpets eccho from the hills With fearfull Birds and harmlesse heards of Beasts I took me to my flight and hither came Where my Progenitors at first did live I flying came to Scyros but Ay me Where can we flie from that which Heaven wills Since the great power of Heaven all places fills Oro. And of the youth Mel. I can tell nothing more of him Niso. If for his death thou askest after him Great sir he is not far behold me here I am that Thirsis whom Arbano gave Unto Dametas and with him I liv'd Untill last April when the warmer Sun Return'd again to melt the Icy snow Then I alone within a steerlesse Bark By an impetuous torrent far from help Was driven off to sea where onely fate Provided me of Sails and in short space I know not how but I was safe convey'd And cast upon this Shore Clo. Sir I begin to faint grief breaks my heart And if thou make not hast it will deprive Thee of the honour of my death Niso. Give ear to me Sir and let her alone At least till I be dead Oro. I do both hear and understand enough I see that both of you desire to die And I will give you both content Per. Alas what wil you do Sir Oro. Perindo peace Mel. Ay me I go for 't is not possible That living I should here behold my death Oro. But let us go unto the Temple straight That in a place of greater eminence And with more
solemn pomp th' Imperial will Of the Grand Signor may be there fullfil'd And see you follow me come on Niso. O Phillis Clo. O Thirsis ay me Niso. Sir if it be resolv'd that by your hand I shall receive my death you must resolve To kill me then before she dying force My soul out of this breast Clo. No no if you kill him before I die Your Pomp will be but short for at one blow We both shal fall to ground Nar. O cruel strife of love where cursed death Leads him in triumph that proves Conqueror Act. 5. Scen. 6. Narete ANd is it true and am I not trans-form'd With cold amazement yet unto a Stone Have I a voice still and yet do not send Loud exclamation up to Heaven above O wretched off-spring Oh unfortunate Unhappy Lovers you are carried now Unto the Temple harmlesse innocent There to be made a horrid sacrifice And love that sees this who would ere beleev 't Even love himself doth put the fatal knife Into the Tyrants hand Could not our own sad miseries suffice Woes me but strangers too must come From forreign parts to adde the mournfull Pomp Of their sad ruine to our endlesse Woes Why do the Heavens lend their glorious light Still to these Fields And why about this shore Doth still the sea contain his angry Waves And neither heaven yet doth hide his light Nor yet the Sea ore-flow this wretched Isle Alass for pitty let these sinful fields Now made the horrid stage of wrath and ire Be overwhelm'd by inundation And so conceal'd under the raging waves Of a tumultuous Sea Act. 5. Scen. 7. Ormino Sireno Narete Orm. WHence dost thou come Sireno Sir From the Temple straight But from that Temple dear Ormino which Is now become to us the Theater Of wo and misery I fly from thence From whence and from the sorrows which it brings Pitty it self for pitty flies away Nar. Do'st thou Sireno from the Temple fly And from the horrid spectacle it shews But how couldst thou have notice with such speed Of that sad sight have they then wings to fly So soon unto their death It cannot be That when thou camst from thence Oronte should Be with th' unhappy couple there arriv'd Sir Or•nte no but with their ill born babes The mournfull mothers are already brought To pay their tribute in the temple O sad sight They there are drawn together in a troop Like to feerful heard that stands amaz'd Encompast round with cruel forragers Ready to seize the spoyl They clasp their little children in their arms And with sad weeping eyes behold them so As whilst their sorrows sends distilling drops Down to their bosoms the poor infants suck More tears then milk from their unhappy breasts And that same troop of cruel hellish curs Encircle them about and view their prey With devillish delight impatient yet Of any small delay since now the wind Sends prosperous bla•s to fill their wicked sails Orm. O most inhumane tribute endless wo And infinite misfortune that men should Thus generate their children to become Slaves to their foes and fathers be constrain'd To mourn more at the birth then at the death Of their unhappy ofspring Nar. But I speak of another misery The tribute is inhumane 't is most true But yet a more inhumane cruelty Is like to make the temple now become A bloody Theater whereto the fierce The hellish Idol of a pittiless Inexorable Godhead to th' incens'd And raging fury of those snarling dogs For having here despis'd the image of That proud insulting tyrant even now Oronte is gone up to sacrifice Two young unhappy lovers Or. O you celestial powers shall then mans blood Thus guiltless shed defile those altars which Are dedicated to your deities Sir Alass me thinks I see the Temple shake And totter under their revengefull hand As too too weak to undergo their rage It needs must fall to ruin and the walls Must of necessity by tumbling down As from a precipice upon their foul Their wicked heads revenge the lasting shame Of such a horrid fact Orm. But what occasion or what wicked rite Doth move their impious sword to offer up So infamous a sacrifice Nar. 'T were too too long to tel I scarcely have Breath left enough to sigh Orm. Yet tell me who those woful wretches are Nar. Niso and Cloris poor unhappy souls Orm. O cruel destiny Sir Cloris the fair young daughter of Melisso here Nar. The very same but Niso is no more That Niso that he was nor Cloris now Is Cloris or Melisso's daughter but They both have other names and both were born To other fortunes other strange events Orm. What names what fortunes or what strange events Nar. The name of Niso now is Thirsis Orm. Ay me Nar. Of Cloris if I well remember it Is Phill•s Orm. Ay me Sir•no Sir•n. Or•ino Thirsis and Phillis were our children call'd Whom in their infancy they took for Slaves And carried into Thrace Who knows but they are they for if they live Still to this hour they must be of their age And like to them youthfull and fair Nar. Your children these fie fie restrain your fears Leave off so fond a thought I blush for shame Your children mark me those young Imps whom once They carried into Thracia for Slaves Must now with in the grand Seraglio If now they live amongst those Troops of Slaves With shaved heads lead a most slavish life Dis-figured so as they can scarce be known By those that gave them suck where these Richly adorn'd within the Thracian fields Were in the Wars there by a Souldier Of Smyrna taken Prisoners and are not then Poor Shepheards children but of that discent As that their fortunes have had power to move Cares and disdains desires and fears and wars And that in mighty Kings Sir Ay me no more Narete Orm. Ay me they are the same Nar. Ay me how can that be Act. 5. Scen. 8. Serpilla Ormino Sireno Narete Serp. WHat mournful Ay me's what indiscreet Importunate laments does thus per turb• Our comon joys in which both earth heaven Do seem to smile upon this happy Isle Narete Siren and Ormino too You happy Shepheards of these happy fields You blessed fathers of an issue blest Cease from your sad laments and chear again Those mournful voices now grown hoarse with cryes Dry up those eyes and let them weep no more Or if they weep let them weep tears of joy And not of grief for lo behold I come The cheerfull messenger of happy news Orm. Siren ' what can this be Sir Alass I cannot see which way to hope For the least shew of comfort Nar. O soul abased by excessive grief Canst thou repose so little confidence In heaven which can do wonders Serp. Go presently unto the temple go And there see Thirsis and his Phillis too See both your children there whom long ago You gave for lost and mourn for now as dead Go to