you is that you returne round about the Cape presently before the Orke smell you if he were within twelue score he might wind them foh Can. Nay I shall be deuourd Con. Plucke out a good heart man Can. If I could doe so I might saue the Orke a labour that Will be done to my hand I know I shall be deuourd Con. Why man Can. Why my grandsire was deflourd and they say deflouring goes in a blood Con. If I ridde you both of this feare will you worship mee Can. O worshipfull water-wight Scr. O Neptunes father Can. O Glaucus Mother Con. Why then thus my deities oracle giues you answer thus When 2 famous fishers fall vpon this sand Let them for feare of mightie Orke leaue seas saile home by land I haue not pincht them for measure I haue giuen them Oracle vp to the elbowes Can. Saile ther 's your office Scrocca you must goe Scr. By land there 's your office goe you Con. What can you not expound Dragge vp your bote and home-ward crosse this shore Can. Wee are all made I vnderstood you sir but I did not know your meaning Scr. Pull you the bote at nose I 'le lift at the arse Can. Manners lacke this is a land voyage I am master Con. Hoh roh droh Horka Corka Suga ponto the monster coms downe vnder the boate turne it ouer I le helpe they couer themselues ouer with their beates for feare of the Orke creept ouer the stage Retire thou sacred monster creepe on These sweet soules are no food for thee on on 'T is time these soules were spent they begin To stink retire thou great god Neptunes scourge Retire I say while this twinne tortoise passes And dare not once to touch these fish flesh asses Hah ha he farewell good tortoise what good foutch Haddocke Hare and Cod you shall walke with me I le be your Orke yet I le carry the Cod to my mistris Cosma I know she loues it well let Conchilio be turn'd into an Oyster if hee would not play the Orke euery day for such sport it shall go hard but I le with my friend Cancrone yet once againe Exit CHORVS Happy happie Fishers swaine If that yee knew your happines Your sport tasts sweeter by your paines Sure hope your labour relishes Your net your liuing when you eate Labour finds appetite and meat When the seas and tempest roare You eyther sleepe or pipe or play And dance along the golden shore Thus you spend the night and day Shrill windes a pipe hoarse seas a taber To fit your sports or ease your labour First ah first the holy Muse Rap't my soules most happy eyes Who in those holy groues doe vse And learne those sacred misteries The yeares and months old age and birth The palsies of the trembling earth The flowing of the sea and Moone And ebbe of both and how the tides Sinke in themselues and backward run How palled Cynthia closely slides Stealing her brother from our sight So robs herselfe and him of light But if cold natures frozen parts My dull slow heart and cloudie braine Cannot reach those heauenly nets Next happie is the fishers paine Whose loue roofes peace doe safely hide And shut out fortune want and pride There shall I quiet fearelesse raigne My boyes my subiects taught submission About my court my sonnes my traine Nets my puruaiors of prouision The steere my septer pipe musition Labour my Phisicke no Phisitian So shall I laugh the angry seas and skie Thus singing may I liue and singing die Act. 3. Scen. 1. Enter Perindus VVHen Attyches with better sight I eye Some powre me thinks beyond humanity Some heauenly power within his bosome lyes And plainely looks through th' windowes of his eyes Thalander if that soules departed rest In other men thou liuest in his brest He is more then he seemes or else but see Enter Glaucilla My loue my hate my ioy my miserie Glau. Perindus whither turnst thou if thy wandring loue My loue eschew yet nothing canst thou see Why thou shouldst flye me I am no monster friend That seekes thy spoyle looke on me I am shee To whom th' hast vowd all fayth and loyalty Whom thou with vowes and prayers and oathes hast ply'd And praying wept and weeping beene deny'd And dy'd in the denyall I am she Whom by my brothers importunity Thalanders meanes thou want'st who still perseuer Though thou art chang'd I louing loue for euer Tell me am I altered in minde or bodies frame What then I was am I not still the same Per. Yes yes thou art the same both then and now As faire more faire then heauens clearest brow Glau. What haue I now deserued Per. In heauen to dwell The purest starre deserues not heauen so well Glau. Perindus I am the same ah I am she I was at first but thou thou art not hee Which once thou wast Per. True ah too true Then was I happy being so distressed And now most miserable by being blessed Glau. Tell me what thus hath chang'd thy former loue Which once thou sworst nor heauen nor hell could moue How hath this scorne and hate stolne in thy heart And on a Commick stage hast learnt the art To play a tyrant and a foule deceiuer To promise mercy and performe it neuer To looke more sweete maskt in thy lookes disguise Then mercies selfe or pitties gracious eyes Per. Fa la la fa la la lah. Glau. Ah me most miserable Per. Ah me most miserable Glau. Wretched Glaucilla where hast thou set thy loue Thy plaints his ioy thy teares his laughter moue Sencelesse of these he sings at thy lamenting And laughs at thy hearts tormenting Wretched Glaucilla Per. More wretched Perindus Where by refusing life thou diest for whom Thou liuest in whom thou drawst thy ioy and breath And to accept thy life is more then death Glau. Perindus Per. Fa la la fa la la lah. Exit Perindus Scen. 2. Glaucilla sola Haplesse and fond too fond and haplesse maide Whose hate with loue whose loue with hate is payd Or learne to hate where thou hast hatred prou'd Or learne to loue againe where thou art lou'd Thy loue gets scorne doe not so dearely earne it At least learne by forgetting to vnlearne it Ah fond and haplesse maide but much more fond Canst thou vnlearne the lesson thou has cond Since then thy fixed loue will leaue thee neuer He hates thy loue leaue thou his hate foreuer And though his yce might quench thy loues desiring Liue in his loue and die in his admiring Olinda so late abroad Enter Olinda The sunne is now at rest heauens winking eyes All drowsie seeme loue onely rest denies But thou art free as aire what is the reason What glasse is this Olin. Prethee Glaucilla Doe not thus search my soules deepe ranckling wound Which thou canst neuer helpe when thou hast found Glau. Thy soule was wont to lodge within mine eare And euer was it safely harboured there My eare
crosse cut with 's armes and yet that Orke-catcher Ataches has a pesslence carriage on 's pate the Nymphs beleare him partly so so so Now Cupid doe I come to thee To thee vpon my bare-head knee Knee neuer bare-head yet before Before it begged at thy doore Enter Scrocca with his nets Scr. What deuout Cancrone knocking at Cupids doore Can. Ah Scrocca thou hast corrupted the goodest verse I was making my supplantation to Trustie Triton for good lucke and see if he haue not heard mee our nets are returnd Scr. He might well heare thee for this once for thou doest not trouble him often But if I had not lookt to them better then he had wee might haue gone whistle for them come Cancrone will you goe Can. Yes I warrant you I 'le peraduenture my person in a Cocke-boate Scr. Why then wee 'l take the gallie foist Can. Goe foist if you will the burnt child dreads the water and good men are scantie make much of one Cancrone Scr. Well if you come you shall haue vs at the red roche Can. Yes I 'le fish on land for mermaids Exit This dog-fish had almost put mee out of my loue-lesson Now to thee againe courteous Cupid All sunke and soust in soppy loue Cupid for thy mothers doue Helpe Enter Conchylio in Cupids habitt Con. All haile Cancrone according to thy wish I here am present great King of hearts Duke of desires Lord of loue whom mortals gentle Cupid doe ycleape Can. Beest thou Cupid thou art vile like our Conchylio Con. True Cancrone and lest the beames of my bright deitie should with their lustre wound those infant eyes I haue vouchsaf't in this forme to appeare lo thy Conchylio and thy Cupid here what wouldst thou with mee Can. I haue a suite to your godship Con. So it be not your Orke-suite I embrace it say on my darling Can. I am in loue as they say but I cannot tell whom to be in loue withall Con. Here are Nymphs enow Vrina Olinda Lilla Glaucilla Bobadilla Can. Mee thinks that Boberdil sounds like a fine play-fellow for mee Con. No I 'le tell thee one her name shall make thy mouth water Can. Make water in my mouth that 's Vrina I 'le none of her shee 's too high colourd Con. No t is Cosma the fishers flame the shepheards hope whose beautie Pas admires Can. I but will you throw forth a good word for mee Con. I tell thee I 'le make her all to beloue thee shee shall not rest till shee meete thee here but first I must arme thee with some magicke charmes Can. What be they my chops would faine be champing them Con. First you must anagramatize her name then sympathize your owne Can. Tize zize thize I shall ne're hit that Con. For an anagram I 'le fit you Cosma a smocke Can. Prettie Con. For the sympathie of your owne name but thus your name Cancrone bids you counterfeite the counter-creeping crab and goe backward to her Can. Doe I looke like a crab I had rather goe forward to a Nymph Con. Thirdly because euery fisher is borne vnder Pisces therefore the signe is in the foote with you you must come therefore with one foote bare Con. I but shall I not catch cold and cough and spoile my part Can. It must be the right foote and then seest thou this mirtle tree all my arrowes are made of the wood of it thou must in her sight get vp and gather the highest bough of it Con. I but what shall I doe with the bough Con. O the bough why setting thus a prettie while you must wrappe a cockle garland about it and then when the poore lasse melts and consumes with thy loue Can. Then I 'le throw it at her come downe to her shall I not Con. Excellent well I see thou art inspir'd Can. Nay I can take it if you put it to mee Con. But the iust nicke when thou must throw it is when she says I die I cry I lie Can. I die I cry I lye I would haue her lie but not die but will you make her come indeede Con. I and in her best clothes too Can. Nay 't is no such matter for clothes but what must I say I had almost forgot it Con. Nothing but a short charme which I 'le teach you as we goe on afore I 'le follow you Can. Let me see backward Con. Blockhead Can. Barelegge Con. Beetlepate Can. Cockleshell Con. Coxecombe Can. Boughs Con. Bussard Can. The towne 's ours I no triumph I no triumph Con. I 'le coole my hot louer he shall sit on a perch for a stale now must I be vncupidate shortly appeare here Cosmafied it shall be hard but with the same limetwig I 'le catch a bigger bird then this First I will serue my selfe my mistris after My baite is seeming loue my prey true laughter Scen. 5. Enter Pas solus What art strength wit can tame a fish or flye The least of creatures vs'd to liberty With losse of life shake off base captiue chaines And with restraint all life disdaines But I ah foole yeld vp my selfe a slaue And what they shunne by death doe basely craue My griefe more then my folly who deplore That which all others vse to wish before My loue loues too too much too many For while she liketh all she loues not any Loue let my prayers yet thus farre onely moue thee Let me her falsly or she truely loue me Enter Cosma See where she comes and that so bright a sunne Should haue no spheare no certaine race to runne I 'le stand and ouer-heare her Cos. I can but smile to thinke how foolish wise Those women are that chuse their loues for wisedome Wisedome in men's a golden chaine to tie Poore women in a glorious slauery Pas. Hark Heauens O monstrous harke O women women Cos. Fond men that blame the loue that euer ranges To foule and sluttish loue that neuer changes The Muses loue by course to change their meeter Loue is like linnen often chang'd the sweeter Pas. Thus these neate creatures dead with loue and all By shunning beastlines make it beastiall Cos. Our beauty is our good the cause of loue Fond that their good toth ' best will not improue What Husbandman neglects his time of sowing What fisher loseth winds now fairely blowing Beauty our good ah good ah short and brittle A little little good for time as little How easie doest thou slide and passe away Vnborne full growne and buried in a day Thy spring is short and if thou now refuse it T is gone when faine thou wouldst thou shalt not vse it The time and euery minute daily spends thee Spend thou the time while time fit leisure lends thee Pas. Does she not blush hark women here 's your preacher Maids you want a Mistris here 's a teacher Cos. Now since Conchylio spake of this Armillus My new found louer I halfe long to try him Too cruell she that makes
Then a growne Orke false flattering cruell craftie And which most grieues me when I would embrace them Swifter then chased Deere or dogs that chase them You heauens what haue we poore men deserued That you should frame a woman I and make her So comely and so needefull why should you cloath them With so fine a shape why should you place Gold in their haire allurement in their face And that which most may vex vs you impart Fire into their burning eyes yce to their heart Why sweeten you their tongues with sugred charmes And force men loue and need their greatest harmes And most of all why doe you make them fleete Minds as the windes and wings vpon their feete Of hundred women that I know But one deserues to be a woman Whom better heauens haue not made more faire Then courteous louing kinde and debonaire She when she vsd our Mountaines oft would stay And heare me speake and vow and sweare and pray Here I haue learnt she haunts along these shores Within these rockie clifts I 'le hide my selfe Till fit occasion if shee haue chang'd her minde Then safely may I curse all women kinde Exit Scen. 3. Enter Armillus Loue without thee all life is tedious Without thee there 's no sweete no ioy no life Thou first gau'st life and still with new succession Continuest what thou gau'st with sweet inticements Taming the strongst rebellion thy weapons women Whom thou so fram'st that proudest men are glad Beaten with them gently to kisse the rod Eyther my weighty passions pull too fast The wheele of time or else the houre is past But this is she or I mistake it Enter Cosma Cos. Women that to one man their passions bind As this man alters so alters still their mind Thus euer change they as those changing faires And with their louers still their loue impaires But I when once my louers change their graces Affect the same though now in other faces Thus now my mind is firme and constant prou'd Seeing I euer loue what first I lou'd Who blames the speedy heauen for euer ranging Loue 's fiery winged light and therfore changing Ar. True fairest Nymph Loue is a fire still burning And if not slak't the heart to ashes turning Cos. If I could scold sir you might be chidden For comming to my thoughts before y' are bidden Ar. Blame me not Sweet thy words do fanne thy fires And coole the flames which thy faire eye inspires Cos. The fire so lately applied so lately fram'd Me thinks greene wood should not be yet inflam'd Ar. Loues flame is not like earths but heauens fire Like lightning with a flash it lights desire Cos. I loue not lightning lightning loue that flashes Before 't be all on fire will be all ashes Ar. Gather the fruite then while 't is yet vnblasted Cos. I st worth the gathering is it pleasing tasted Ar. Take say of this kisses her Monster Enter Pas offering to kisse on the other side disguised like a fury Cos. Helpe ho Exeunt Armil Cos. seuerall waies Scen. 4. Pas. Fredocaldo Pas. The Doe was almost strooke 't was time I came For once I 'le be a keeper of the game I see 't is Owle-light Mineruaes waggoner Enter Fred. My old riuall who this twenty yeeres Saw nothing but what shin'd through glasse windowes What comes he for I 'le stay a while and watch him Fred. Most happy age that shall be crownd with loue Of thy loue Cosma I am not as I seeme Farewell old age I now am young againe And feele not ages but a louers paine In loue I dare aduenture with the best Old beaten souldiers are the worthiest If all my riualls heard I could dare them If furies should out-front me I 'de out-stare them Pas runs vpon him hee falls and lyes Exit Pas. Enter Conchylio in his Mistresses apparell Con. How well my Mistris Cosmaes clothes do fit me What pitty 't was I was not made a woman I thinke I should haue made a pretty Nymph ha I could haue beene a pittifull creature And yet perhaps a good vnhappy wench Cosma by this hath met with her Armillus And sports her selfe could I meete Fredocaldo I should haue sport enough She stumbles at Fred. What Fredocaldo dead courage man Fred. I had a fearefull dreame and scarce am waken Con. Come shake off dreames sleepe is not fit for louers Wee 'l to the rocky caue Fred. My sunne my fire Con. But Fredocaldo can you thinke that fire Can loue cold water the sunne can frost desire Fred. I tell thee fairest Cosma those faire eyes Bring backe my spring Wrong not thy selfe deare loue so faire a day Cannot but make mid-winter turne to May Cold rhewms I feele not no frost 's lockt in this chest Thy loue begets a summer in my brest Con. Fie Fredocaldo Not in the open aire Exeunt Scen. 5. Armillus Cosma Ar. Venus furies haunt this groue is not this Cosma Yes here again she comes most blessed heauens Enter Cosma I see that yee are more gracious then Hell's spightfull Cosma Cos. Armillus Ar. My loue Cos. Sure thou hast done some cruell murder And the unexpiate ghost thus haunts thee Ar. I neuer thought it Cosma rather some power of these woods Too enuious of my good hap and iealous of thy fauor Thus crosses our desires but if againe He chance to interpose his horrid face I 'le rather dye then leaue thy wisht embrace Enter Pas disguised All hell and furies haunt vs Exit Ar Pas. Well ouertaken Nimph start not you are sure See I am your familiar Cos. Beshrew your heart for thus affrighting me Pas. Doe you not blush to cast your loue vpon a man Whose loue is as himselfe an alien to thine owne Thou mak'st thee strange familiar to vnknowne Cos Pish thou art foolish did I euer binde thee to me Only why shouldst thou then confine me To thy sole passion so oft before You men haue chang'd that you can change no more From bad to worse from worse to worst of all There lie you now and can no lower fall And as you wisht that we should neuer roue We pray as fast that you at length could moue Cease then for shame to raile at womens ranging When men begin women will leaue their changing Farewell Pas. Nay soft I am dog well bitten And will not part so easily with my prey I haue not tasted venison many a day Cos. I cannot well deny thee 't is thy right Thou well hast purchast it this be thy right Exeunt Scen. 6. Conchilio Con. Ha ha he this old dry stubble how it crackes i' th' burning alas poore saplesse oake 't is time 't were down I stayd till he was ready all vnready but when he 'gan to put on his spectacles away slipt I hee 'l doe my mistris little hurt Spectacles hah ha he now for my louing Lobster this is his time and if the Cyclops too doe keepe his promise O what rare compound of mirth I 'le
Rimbombo is not for a weak Nymph to lift Rim. Yet a little more to this hand Oh oh my shoulder 's thunderstrook O coward Ioue to strike me on the backe but wast our fisher lubber is he escap't our hands Con. VVhy Cancrone rise I 'le helpe thee Can. Good Charon carry me ouer gently my bones are sore and your boate side so hard Con. Giue me thy hand I 'le waft thee Can. I tell thee Charon I haue nothing to giue thee for ferriage I 'le helpe to row I haue beene a poore fisher while I liu'd Rim. I would I were there too but that I should sinke Charons boate with a tree at my backe Con. VVhy valorous Cancrone view thy selfe and mee thy captiue Cosma we are conquerours behold our enemies in fetters fast bound Can. Am I aliue indeede me thought this legge hung out of Charons boate i' th' water did I tie the Orke there Cancrone Come captain let 's goe triumphing to the temple rises vp Con. Nay the Ork 's dead and buried this is the second fatall for the Cyclops Can. Is he safe I 'le make side-slops on him I lay studying how to deale with him vpon equall tearmes come if thou darest thou sea-bred brat of Polyphemes sine you that would licke your lips at sweete fishers blood sweete fishers blood marke that Cosma I hope you thinke so too Rim. Sweete fisher I will turne thy net maker if thou wilt vndoe me Can. No it shall nere be said that I was the vndoing of any man by net-making and besides I haue forsworne the muddie trade Con. Cancrone wher 's thy spirit this is that pocketted vp thy grandsire in his wide intrailes Can. Me thought when I was on the tree his breath smelt of fish my stomacke euen foam'd at him Now then sir Bompelo as that Orke mouth of thine did crumme thy porridge with my grandsires braines and then gaue him his deaths wound too so will I first mince out thy scald-pate bones and giue thy flesh to a fishers boy for haddocks meate then O then I will geld thee that thou neuer shalt run rutting after the Nymphs How lik'st thou this Rim. Shame and scorne make me silent Con. Nay I will tell thee fitter vengeance vse him as sage Vlysses did his father Polypheme Can. That same Foolishes had a pole-cat head I meane to mitigate him he was something as it ware about branding a huge stone in a caue in a goate skinne with Polyphemes when the fire-brand was asleepe Con. I I in the caue we branded out Polyphemes eye when he was asleepe and you must imitate him there take his owne staffe and make it an extinguisher for that glazing lampe Rim. This sport I like worst of all helpe gods of the woods Can. I 'le blow the coale while you take your aime but will your farginity hold him fast Con. I warrant you it has been tried come be thou my rest I 'le tilt on thy shoulders Can. Raunt tara raunt taunt Cancrone fals and his dagger from him in the Cyclops reach I shall make you stumble let me Come hindermost Con. O your vineyard the enemy hath seazd on 't Can. 'T is no matter hee 'l hardly make it fly out of the Eeleskinne it hath seene no sunne this fiue quarters of a yeere I am sure Con. I hope the salt breath of the sea hath seald it vp Can. O Cosma 't is out let vs out too Con. O Cancrone loe thy Cosma Cupid and Conchilio Cyclops blame not this my supposed sexe no Nymph but lad hath caught thee in this snare Exit Rim. The greater shame and fouler scorne to me Vp to the hill Rimbombo flye this shore And neuer deale with fisher-Nymph-lad more Exit CHORVS This his wiues quicke fate lamenting Orpheus sate his soule tormenting While the speedy wood came running And riuers stood to heare his cunning The hares ran with the dogs along Not from the dogs but to his song But when all his verses turning Onely fram'd his poore hearts burning Of the higher powers complaining Downe he went to hell disdaining There his siluer Lute-strings hitting And his potent verses fitting All the sweets that ere he tooke From his sacred mothers brooke What his double sorrow giues him And loue that doubly double grieues him There he spends to mooue deafe hell Charming Deuils with his spell And with sweetest asking leaue Does the Lord of ghosts deceaue Caron amaz'd his boate foreslowes While the boate the sculler rowes And of it selfe to'th' shoare doth floate slipping on the dancing moate The threeheaded Porter preast to heare Prickt vp his thrice double eare The Furies plagues for Guilt vp-heaping Now as guilty fell a weeping Ixion though his wheele stood still Still was wrapt with Musickes skill Tantale might haue eaten now The fruite as still as was the bough But he foole no longer fearing Staru'd his tast to feede his hearing Thus since loue hath wonne the field Heauen and Hell to Earth must yeeld Blest soule that dyest in loues sweete sound That lost in loue in loue art found If but a true-loues ioy thou once doe proue Thou wilt not loue to liue vnlesse thou liue to loue Act. 5. Scen. 1. Enter Alcippus and Thalander with a torch Tha. TEll me Alcippus is it day or night Al. The light you beare shews you there is no light Tha. This is none light was light in her eyes In them it liu'd put out with them it dies The sunne is quench't Al. Yet soone will shine againe Tha. Not possible heauens light will euer plaine When her two liuing stars can sinke and die How can the sunne dreame immortality Al. Sir if your to mee or mine to you might giue me priuiledge I faine would tell you that this too fixed loue seemes rather doting Tha. Alcippus didst thou euer loue Al. I thinke sir neuer Tha. I thinke so too nor canst know what loue is Al. Yet this I know loue still is of the fairest Fond then the loue that loues the withered But madnesse seemes to dote vpon the dead Tha. True true Alcippus loue is of the fairest And therefore neuer tyed vnto the body Which if compared vnto the mindes faire graces Seemes like the blocke that Lunaes face defaces But grounded on the mind whose vertuous parts And liuing beauties are loues surest darts Which makes me now as freely loue as euer Her vertue and my loue decayeth neuer Seest thou this rocke Alcippus t is a temple Olindaes temple 't is a sacred shrine Where vertue beauty and what ere diuine Are to be worshipt prethee friend now leaue me Here is an Altar I must sacrifice Al. If you will leaue your griefe Tha. I will I will Indeede I will leaue me griefs ebbe growes lowe When priuate hearte th' eye-bankes ouerflow Al. I will retire not leaue him well I feare When two such flood-streams meet loue and despaire Tha. Thou blessed Altar take these worthlesse offrings The corral 's once more drown'd in
his pious death Restor'd him vp againe to aire and breath Briefly those two his seruants not regarding Dicaeus threatning voyce and iust awarding With him tooke vp his guilt and to a shippe That rides in the hauen safe conuayd him there They left him now reuiu'd themselues were taken And as the law commands were doom'd to suffer The death of slaues both to be strongly bound And in those hils left to the greedy Cyclops And now the stay is onely in Dicaeus At whose returne they suffer iust they dye Who loue their master more then equity Cos. O lawlesse loue this soule offence Which when it prosperd pleasd my rauish't sence With what a drie aspect what horrid sight Now done it fils my soule with guilty fright Who ere thou art if in true spotlesse brest Thy vndefiled thoughts doe quiet rest Wake them not and let no blood-hound with thee dwell These murthering thoughts are like the mouth of hell Into whose yawning 't is more easie neuer To fall then falne to cease from falling euer Enter Pas. Pas. Nomicus thou now mayst let thy prisoners free Thalander to Olinda now reuiu'd Perindus to Glaucilla are to be married And all are brought along with singing Hymen the shores Hymen the ecchoes ringing Nomicus seest thou this Nymph ah couldst thou thinke That treason enuy murder spight and hell All hell it selfe in such a heauen could dwell This is the knot of all these sorrowes Cosma If not for shame why yet for spight or fashion For womans fashion let some teares bee spilt A sea of weeping will not wash thy guilt Nom. Great nature that hast made a stone descry Twixt meaner natures checking baser metalls Which proudly counterfeit the purer gold Why hast thou left the soule of man no touch-stone To iudge dissemblance and descry proud vice Which with false colours seemes more vertuous Then vertues selfe like to some cunning workeman Who frames a shape in such a forme of stature That oft he excells by imitating nature He that should looke vpon this Nymphs sweete eye Would vow 't a temple sworne to purity Pas. If murder rest in such a louely grace Here do I vow neuer to trust a face Shall I call backe your Prisoners Nom. Prethee doe Our nets boates oares and hookes shall now goe play For heauen hath sworne to make this holy day Scen. 6. Enter Dicaeus Tyrinthus Thalander Olinda Perindus Glaucillae Alcippus Chorus Song Hymen Hymen come safe on Hymen That I loue for euer constant stands Where hearts are tied before the hands Where faire vertue marries beauty And affection pleads for duty Hymen Hymen come safe on Hymen Al. You honourd paire of fishers see where your loue So full of constant triall now hath brought you See blessed soules through so many teares Turnings despaires impossibilities Your loue is now most safe arriu'd Thalander Is this the Nymph whom heauen and angry hell Her cold desires and colder death it selfe Would haue deuoured from thy deseruing loue Thalander these hands are thine that heauenly face Those starrie eyes those roses and that grace Those corrall lips and that vnknowne brest And all the hidden riches of the rest They all are thine thine is the faire Olinda Yet thou as thou wast wont all sad and heauy Tha. Blame me not friend for yet I seeme forsaken And doubt I sleepe and feare still to be waken Enter Pas with Cancrone and Scrocca Cos. Now is the time of pardon Ye happie maids Your loue in spight of all tempestuous seas Is safe arriu'd and harbors in his ease And all those stormes haue got but this at last To sweeten present ioyes with sorrowes past Blessed Olinda thou hast got a loue Equall to heauen and next to highest Ioue Glaucilla thy losse thou now dost full recouer Ah you haue found too seldome found a louer Then doe not her too rigorously reproue For louing those whom you yet better loue Olin. For vs we iudge not of your hard intent But reckon your ioyes fatall instrument Dicae. Yet this her penance Cosma marke thy censure Whom most thou shouldest loue thou shalt loue neuer Dote thou on dotards they shall hold thee euer The best and wisest neuer shall respect thee Thou onely fooles fooles onely shall affect thee Loose now those prisoners so forward to the temple Exit Chorus Can. Ha braue Iudge now Mistris mine I must confesse Cos. This charme begins to worke already I loue this foole and doate vpon him more Then euer vpon any man before Well I must be content thus to be curst And yet of louers fooles are not the worst For howsoeuer boyes doe hoote and flout them The best and wisest oft haue fooles about them Can. I and many a fooles bable too I warrant them Sweete heart shall we goe to bedde Cos. What in the morning Can. Morning t is night Cos. Thou art a foole indeede seest not the sunne Can. Why that 's a candle or the moone I prethee let 's goe to bed Cos. Content no time vnfit for play Loue knowes no difference twixt night and day Can. Nay all the play 's done gentles you may goe I haue another play within to doe Riddle me Riddle me what 's that My play is worke enough my worke is play I see to worke i' th' night and rest 'i th' day Since then my play and worke is all but one Well may my play begin now yours is done Exeunt EPILOGVS AS in a Feast so in a Comedy Two sences must be pleasd in both the eye In feasts the eye and taste must be inuited In Comedies the eye and eare delighted And he that onely seekes to please but eyther While both he doth not please he pleaseth neyther What euer feast could euery guest content When as t' each man each taste is different But lesse a Scene where nought but as 't is newer Can please where guests are more and dishes fewer Yet in this thought this thought the Author easd Who once made all all rules all neuer pleasd Faine would we please the best if not the many And sooner will the best be pleasd then any Our rest we set in pleasing of the best So wish we you what you may giue vs Rest FINIS While Rimbombo reaches for his staffe Cancrone leapes on 's backe and lies on the ground
brought whose beauteous shine Did plainly proue their parents were diuine The male Thalander the female calld Glaucilla And now to youth arriu'd so faire they are That with them but themselues who may compare All else excelling each as faire as other Thus best compard the sister with the brother Ar. So liuely to the eare thy speeches show them That I must halfe affect before I know them Per. Vaine words that thinke to blase so great perfection Their perfectnes more proues words imperfection But if these words some little sparkle moue How would their sight inflame thy soule with loue Scarce did his haire betray his blooming yeares When with his budding youth his loue appeares My selfe and sister equally he loues And as on those two poles heauen euer moues So on vs two his soule still fixt still louing Was euer constant by his constant mouing Yet neuer knew wee which was most respected Both equally and both he most affected In mee his worthy loue with iust reflexion Kindled an equall and a like affection But shee my sister most vngratefull maide With hate ah hatefull vice his loue repaide Ar: Cea'st he not then to loue this sure wee hold That loue not backe reflected soone grows cold Per No though all spite within her bosome sweld Spite of her spite his loue her hate exceld At length to shew how much he was neglected His riuall vgly riuall shee affected Such riuall could I wish whose foule distortion Would make seeme excellent a meane proportion For Mago thus his hated riuall 's nam'd All blacke and foule most strang and vgly fram'd Begot by Saturne on a sea-borne witch Resembling both his haires like threeds of pitch Distorted feete and eyes suncke in his head His face dead pale and seem'd but moouing lead Yet worse within for in his heart to dwell His mothers furies haue their darkest hell Yet when Thalander woo'd her shee neglects him And when this monster flatterd shee respects him Ar: I' st possible troth Sir but that I feare mee If I should speake some women should ore heare mee Meet thinks I now could raile on all their kinds But who can sound the depth of womens minds Per. Shortly to come to 'th height of all their wrong So could this Mago fill his smoothest tongue That shee Thalander banisht from her sight Neuer to see her more his sole delight And he to none his hidden greife in parted But full of louing duty straight departed Leauing our groues in woods he grows a ranger To all but beasts and sencelesse trees a stranger Thus in a desert like his loue forsaken When nothing but cold death his flames could slacken Atyches spyed him but so griefe had pin'd him That when he saw him plaine he could not find him And so had sorrow all his graces reft That in him of him nothing now was left Onely his loue with which his latest breath He power'd into his eares so slept in death The rest when better leisure time affords This lucklesse day askes rather teares then words Exeunt CHORVS Who neere saw death may death commend Call it ioyes Prologue troubles end The pleasing sleepe that quiet rockes him Where neither care nor fancy mockes him But who in neerer space doth eye him Next to hell as hee l defye him No state no age no sexe can moue him No beggars prey no Kings reprooue him In mid'st of mirth and loues alarmes He puls the Bride from Bride groomes arms The beautous Virgin he contemnes The guilty with the iust condemns All weare his cloth and none denyes Dres't in fresh colour'd liueries Kings lewe as beggars lie in graues Nobles as base the free as slaues Bles't who on vertues life relying Dies to vice thus liues by dying But fond that making life thy treasure Surfetst in ioy art drunke in pleasure Sweetes do make the sower more tart And pleasure sharp's deaths keenest dart Deaths thought is death to those that liue In liuing ioyes and neuer grieue Happelesse that happie art and knowst no teares Who euer liues in pleasure liues in feares Exit Finis Actus Primi Act. 2. Scen. 1. Enter Conchylio solus I Haue bene studying what bold hardie foole Inuented fishers art that tir'd with safety Would needs go play with waues winds death and hell The summe of fishers life is quickly found To sweate freeze watch fast toyle be starud or drownd Well had my Mistris found no better trade I would ere this haue left these dabling deities But she while other fishers fish on the seas Sends me a fishing on the Land for flesh No game arriue's amisse vnto her net For shee s not borne among the cliffs and rockes But from Messena comes to sport herselfe And fish for fooles along these craggie shores I tooke her for a Nymph but shee s a woman A very woman loueth all she sees This for his sprightly wit and that for Musicke Him cause hee 's faire another for his blacknesse Some for their bashfulnes more for their boldnesse The wiseman for his silence the foole for his bibble babble And now she longs in haste for another fat cods-head A good fat sow and I must snare one for her She has let me see I haue the tallie Some hundred louers yet still desires another The first that passeth all the rest in loue Is called Pas Hah know you your cue so well Enter Pas. He is a malum collum alas poore foole He would engrosse my Mistris to himselfe He would haue her all alone let her alone for that And for that it will not be he raues and sweares And chides and fights but what neede I describe him Hee 'l doe 't himselfe come begin begin Scen. 2. Pas Conchylio Pas. Who sowes the seas or plowes the easy shore Yet I fond I more fond and sencelesse more Who striues in nets to prison in the winde Yet I in loue a woman thought to bind Fond too fond thoughts that thought in loue to tie One more inconstant then inconstancy Looke as it is with some true Aprill day The sunne his glorious beames doth fayre display And straight a clowd breakes into fluent showres Then shines and raines and cleares and straight it lowres And twenty changinges in one houre do proue So and more changing is a womans loue Fond then my thoughts that thought a thing so vaine Fond loue to loue what could not loue againe Fond hopes that anchor on so false a ground Fond thoughts that fir'd with loue in hope thus drownd Fond thoughts fond hope fond heart but fondest I To graspe the winde and loue inconstancy Ah Cosma Cosma Exit Con. Ah Pas asse passing asse hah ha he Fond thoughts fond hope fond heart but fondest I To graspe the winde and loue inconstancy ha ha he This foole would haue I know not what the sea To stand still like a pond the Moone neuer to change A woman true to one hee knowes not what She that to one all her affections brings
is not accquainted with my tongue That eyther tongue or eare should doe thee wrong Yet doe not tell me I 'le thee I spie Thy burning feauer is thy teltale eye Thou loust deny it not thou loust Olinda In vaine a chest to looke vp flames we seeke Which now with purple fires thy blushing cheekes Olin. Th' art such a mistris in thy louing art That all in vaine I hide my loue sicke heart And yet as vaine to open 't now t is hid Glau. Why so loues hee another Olin. I would he did Glau. Strange wish in loue much rather had I die Is he then perisht Olin. Yes and with him I Glau. I prethee tell me all doe not conceale it I le mourne with thee if that I cannot heale it Olin. Heare then and who so ere maiyst be a bride Learne this of me to hate thy maiden pride Atyches thou knowest Glau. Thy champion Olin. The same Almost a yeare since he came to this towne When finding mee fishing along the shore Silent he angles by mee till at length Seeing mee take a starfish and fling 't away He straight demands why I refus'd that pray The cause I said was hate he thus replied Alas poore fish how wretch'ed is your fate When you are kild for loue sau'd but for hate Yet then that fish much worse the fisher swaine Who for his loue by hate is causeles slaine Glau. Yet happier he that 's slaine by loues defying Then she in fate that liues yet euer dying Olin. But soone as loue he nam'd I straight was parting He holding mee thus speaks stay Nymph and heare I bring thee newes which well deserues thine eare He which most loues thee and thou hatest most Thalander at his name my guiltie heart Ashamed of it selfe did in me start He thus went on Thalander 's dead and dying By oath and all his loue swore me to see thee With these few words Thalander quite forsaken Would send to thee what thou from him hast taken All life and health and ne're his loue remoouing Wishes thee a freind more happie and as louing And with this prayer these legacies he sends thee This pipe his mother Circes gift to bind With this soft whistle the loud whistling wind And with this pipe he left this precious ring Whose vertues cuers a venemous tooth or sting Glau. Thalander were wee nothing like the other Only thy loue would proue thou art my brother Did not this moue thee Olin. Glaucilla why should I lie I tooke them as spoiles from a slaine enemie And for these gifts sayes he his last demand Was this that I might kisse thy hand The last the only gift thou canst impart To such so louing and now dying hearte I grant be gone vpon the Ring I spie A Rubie cut most artificially Wherein was fram'd a youth in fire consuming And round within it as the Ring I turne I found these words Aliue or dead I burne Glau. These words well fitt his heart so you so I Thalander liuing loues and louing dies Olin. But oh those fained flames such strange desires Such true such lasting neuer-quenched fires Haue kindled in my brest that all the Art Of Triphons selfe cannot allay my smart Ah Glaucilla tha scornefull proud Olinda Which at so sweete a loue a mockery made Who scornd the true Thalander loues his shade Whose thousand graces liuing could not turne mee His ashes now hee 's dead to ashes burne mee Glau. If thus you loue him how canst thou allow Thy loue to Atyches late didst thou vowe In Neptunes temple to be his for euer Olin. My hand he married there my heart ah neuer Glaucilla I loue him for his loue to mee For such his venture for such his victorie But most because in loue he is my riuall Because hee 's like and loue my Loue Thalander Ah if my life will please him let him take it He gaue it mee and I would faine forsake it Had it beene mine to giue my wretched heart Not worth his dangerous fight I would impart But that is thine Thalander thine for euer With mee t is buried and arise shall neuer And wherefore serues this glasse Olin. This is a dessamour Cosma lately gaue mee Glau. Olinda knowst not yet the treachery Of Cosma she thy greatest enemy Prethee let me see 't shouldst thou this liquor proue I tell thee friend 't will quench thy life and loue But so I le temper 't it shall better please thee And after few spent houres shall euer ease thee Olin, T is beyond art who there can giue reliefe Where patients hate the cure more then the griefe Glau. Yes by my art before th' art 12 houres older I le ease thy heart though neuer make it colder Exeunt Scen. 3. Enter Conchilio Con. Glaucilla and Olinda I marle what mettle What leaden earth and water nature put Into these Nymphes as cold as dull as frozen As the hard rockes they dwell on But my Mistris Shee 's all quicksiluer neuer still still mouing Now is she with some shepheard or some fisher And here she sets me to entertaine all commers This is the houre her Louers vse to muster But who should this be i st you old boy Enter Fredocaldo Old ten i' th hundred are you the captaine boh Fred. Beshrew your heart you are a very naughty boy I shake euery ioynt of me Con. No shaking palsey nor crampe has tane possession Of your nimble limbes ha ha he Fred. Boy where 's thy Mistris Con. Where she would bee Fred. Where 's that Con. Where you would bee Fred. What in her bed Con. Ah old goate doe I smell you yet in her bed Fred. May not I speake a word or two with her Con. what a foole t is thou hast spoken twice a allreadie Fred. I But I would speake them in her eare Can. I know your errand but I preethee tell mee Fredocaldoe How i st possible that all the bellowes in loues fathers shoppe Should kindle any fire in such a frost Fred. thou knowst not what is loue I tell thee boy I loue faire Cosma more then all her louers Con. Now in my conscience he says true this old wood Makes a brighter fire then the greenest euer Fred. Conchylio th' art deceiud hast not seene That of the May the lust of all the yeare Nipt with the hoarie frost grows cold and chare And oft October though the yeares declining With many daintie flowers is fairely shining For as the flaming sunne puts out the fire So may the heate of loue quench loues desires Con. Could this dotard doe as well as speake he might Fred. I tell thee boy when I was young Con. That was at the siedge of Troy Now shall wee haue more tales then euer poets made But what will you giue mee Fredocaldoe If I helpe thee in the rockie caue neere to the mirtle groue To speake with Cosma all alone Fred. If thou 'l doe it I le giue thee as faire an otter tamd for fishing
her hearts contenting To see a heart languish in loues tormenting What though i' th' night we liue most wantonly I' th' morne with clothes we put on modestie Thus though we sport and wanton all the night Next sunne I le act a part of feare and fright Pas. Modestie marry guipp these are your modest creatures Cos. Long haue I hated Olinda and Glaucilla And one of them by this hath drunke her last The next shall follow ere the next day's past The ginne is layd and if it hit aright This is her last this her eternall night Perindus long I haue long lou'd who euer scorn'd mee Because he loues Glaucilla I know hee 'l grieue But when the tempest once is ouerblowne Hoyst vp all sailes the prize is sure mine owne Ill for a woman is that woman plac't Who like old Ianus is not double fac't Now to Armillus who sure expects me How darke the night more fit for Louers play The darkest night is louers brightest day Exit Cosma Pas. Well Mistris Iana with your double face I thinke I shall outface you by and by I le fit you for a face i'fayth I could be mad now Well since you are sportiue I 'le make one i' th play You haue a foole already I 'le act a Deuill And since you needes must to a new consort I le beare a part and make or marre the sport Enter Perindus Scen. 6. Perindus Pas. Per. Atyches Pas. No Pas Per. If thou seest Atyches send him hither friend Exit Pas. Of all the plagues that torture soules in hell Tantale thy punishment doth most excell For present goods thy euill most expresse Making thee vnhappy in thy happinesse Such are my paines my blessednes torments mee I see and may enioy what more torments me My life then loue I rather would forsake Yet for my life my loue I dare not take Glaucilla couldst thou see this wretched brest What torments in it neuer resting rest Whom now thou thinkst the cause of all thy greeuing Then thou wouldst iudge the wretchedst creature liuing She 's here Enter Glaucilla Glau. Perindus whither goest thou the day 's enough To shew thy scorne the night was made for rest For shame if not for loue let night relieue me Take not that from mee which thou wilt not giue me Knowst thou this place euen here thou first didst vow Which I beleeue and still me thinkes euen now Cannot vnbeleeu't that when thy constant heart From his first onely vowed loue should start These wauing seas should stand whose rocks remoue Per. Fa la la fa la la lah. Glau. O dancing leuity you steady rocks Still stand you still his fayth he lightly mocks Yee fleeting waues why doe you neuer stand His words his loue his oathes are writ in sand In rocks and seas I finde more sense and louing The rocke lesse hard then he the sea lesse mouing Per. Didst neuer see the rockes in sayling moue Glau. Not moue but seeme me to moue Per. My picture right Glau. What says Perindus Per. Ha ha he how scuruily griefe laughs Glau. Perindus by all the vowes I here coniure thee The vow that on thy soule thou didst assure me Tell me why thus my loue thou false refusest Why me thy fayth thy selfe thou thus deceiuest Per. Ay me Glau. How fares my loue Per. Ah Glaucilla Glau. I know thou canst not hate me Per. I cannot hate but laugh and dance and sport This is not hate Glaucilla 't is not hate Glau. Canst thou Perindus thus delude me I 'ue liu'd enough farewell thou last hast viewd mee Per. Glaucilla Glau. How canst thou speake that hated name Per. Stay Glau. To be mockt Per. Stay I 'le tell thee all Glau. Me thinks this forced mirth does not beseeme thee Sure 't is not thine it comes not from thy heart Per. Glaucilla call backe thy wish seeke not to know Thine or my death thou winst thine ouerthrow Glau. Thy griefe is common I haue my part in thine Take not that from me which is iustly mine Per. if I had any ioy it were thine owne But grant me to be wretched all alone Glau. Now all thy griefe is mine but it vnhiding Halfe thou wilt take away by halfe diuiding Per. Thou seekst my loue it is my loue to hide it And I shall shew more hate when I diuide it Glau. Thy loue thus hid to me much hatred proues Vnhide thy hate this hate will shew it loues Per. Glaucilla while my griefes vntouched rest My better part seemes quiet in thy brest Glau. So thou art well but still my better part Perindus sinkes all loaden with his smart So thou my finger cut'st and woundst my heart Per. Since then thou wilt not giue me leaue to hide it Briefely 't is thus when thou thy loue hadst vowd me Most sure but yet no certaine time allowd me My marriage day as all my good desiring To Proteus Cell I went the time enquiring There heard these words the cause of all my sadnes The cause of all my seeming hate and gladnesse Thus went th' Oracle The day that thou with griefe so long forbearest Shall bring thee what thou wishest most and fearest Thy sisters graue shall bee her marriage bed In one selfe day twice dying and once dead Thy friend whom thou didst euer dearest choose In loosing thou shalt finde in finding loose And briefly to conclude the worst at last Thou or thy Loue shall from a rocke be cast Glaucilla had thy loue but with my life beene priz'd My life t' enioy thy loue I had despis'd But since it may be thine thy life destroying Shall nere bee giuen for my loues enioying Much rather let me liue in fires tormenting Then with such purchase buy my hearts contenting Glau. Then loue 's the cause of all thy seeming hate What hast thou seene in me that I should seeme My life more then thy loue or mine esteeme Perindus thy hate hath cost me often dying So hast thou giuen mee death by death denying For th' Oracle with death I am contented And will not feare what cannot be preuented Per. Yet though such mischiefe Proteus did diuine Much better sped I at my fathers shrine Comming to Delphos where the Pythian maid Told me my wishes should be fully paid And that within fewe dayes I should arriue Through many bitter stormes into the hiue Glau. Why doubtst thou then adiew loue till to morrow Next rising sunne shall to thee ease thy sorrow Per. Maist thou proue true or if heauen bad decree The good be thine light all the bad on me Glau. Farewell Exit Thou giuest Glaucilla what thou wishest good rest This victory my minde hath whole possest And from my eyes shuts out all sleepe and rest If I but slumber streight my fancie dreames This Atyches is much more then he seemes Comming to his couch I found his emptie bed As yet vntoucht himselfe from sleepe is fled But soft whom haue wee here Enter Atyches Atych. The Oxe now feeles no yoke
all labour sleepes The soule vnbent this as her play-time keepes And sports it selfe in fancies winding streames Bathing his thoughts in thousand winged dreames The fisher tyr'd with labour snorteth fast And neuer thinks of paines to come or past Only loue waking rest and sleepe despises Sets later then the sunne and sooner rises With him the day as night the night as day All care no rest all worke no holy-day How different from loue is louers guise He neuer opes they neuer shut their eyes Per. Ha this is he I 'le stand and ouerheare him Atych. So I am alone ther 's none but I My griefe my loue my wonted company And which best fits a grieued louers sprite The silent stars and solitarie night Tell mee heauens sentinels that compasse round This ball of earth on earth was neuer found A loue like mine so long so truly seru'd Whose wage is hate haue all my paines deseru'd Contempt mine and her for shee deare affected The more I lou'd the more I was neglected Since thou canst loue where thou hast hatred prou'd Olinda how canst thou hate where thou art lou'd Thy body is mine by conquest but I find Thy bodie is not alwayes with thy mind Giue both or none or if but one o' th' two Giue mee thy mind and let thy bodie goe If this without thy minde I only haue What giu'st thou more to me then to thy graue Prooue mee my deare what canst thou hate in mee Vnlesse my loue my loue still bent on thee My name 's Thalander perhaps it doth displease thee I will refuse my name if that may ease thee Thalander to exile wee 'l still confine And I 'le be Atyches so I bee thine Per. Thalander i' st possible I oft suspected How he is altered not himselfe i' st possible Aty. Yet what thou hat'st thy brother loues as well Tell me my dearest loue what haue I done What has Thalander done ah tell mee Per. More Then thousand such as she can nere restore Thalander start not how haue my eyes deceiu'd me Ah let me blesse my armes with thy embraces My deare Thalander my only life my heart My soule O of my soule the better part I st thee I hold I scarce dare trust mine eyes Which thus deceiu'd mee by their former lies Aty. Thou welcomst miserie while thine armes infold mee Per. I am the blessedst man that liues to hold thee My heart doth dance to finde thee Aty. Ah Perindus When least thou thinkst thou art deceiued most My selfe my loue my labour I haue lost When I haue lost my selfe to finde my loue Per. In losing of thy fame th' ast found She loues thee friend most dearely And though she thought thy loue would be her death Yet for and in thy loue shee 'd lose her breath And nothing else should grieue her in the end She had one life for such a loue to spend Aty. Doe not deceiue me Per. Why shouldst thou mistrust me Aty. Perindus my ioy by too much ioy enioying I feele not halfe my ioy by ouer-ioying Per. Her selfe shall speake it Come let 's goe Aty. 'T is night Per. Shee 'l thinke it day when thou art in her sight Aty. Lead me for yet my mind too much affected To haue it so makes truth it selfe suspected Exeunt CHORVS Loue is the fire damme nurse and seede Of all that aire earth waters breede All these earth water aire fire Though contraries in loue conspire Fond painters loue is not a lad With bow and hafts and feathers clad As he is fancied in the braine Of some loose louing idle swaine Much sooner is he felt then seene His substance subtile slight and thinne Oft leapes hee from the glancing eyes Oft in some smooth mount he lyes Soonest he winnes the fastest flyes Oft lurkes he twixt the ruddy lips Thence while the heart his Nectar sips Downe to the soule the poyson slips Oft in a voyce creeps downe the eare Oft hides his darts in golden haire Oft blushing cheeks do light his fire Oft in a smooth soft kinne retires Often in smiles often in teares His flaming heate in water beares When nothing else kindles desire Euen vertues selfe shall blow the fire Loue with thousand darts abounds Surest and deepest vertue wounds Oft himselfe becomes a dart And loue with loue doth loue impart Thou painfull pleasure pleasing paine Thou gainefull life thou losing gaine Thou bitter sweete easing disease How doest thou by displeasing please How doest thou thus bewitch the heart To loue in hate to ioy in smart To thinke it selfe most bound when free And freest in his slauery Euery creature is thy debter None but loues some worse some better Onely in loue they happy prooue Who loue what most deserues their loue Act. 4. Scen. 1. Enter Perindus and Thalander Per. BE patient Aty. Yes I am patient And suffer all while all heauens ills are spent Per. You giue your selfe to griefe Aty. Sencelesse and mad Who in much griefe is not extremely sad Per. Alas sir she was mortall and must die Aty. True true and could the fates no time espie But this to me she neuer liu'd till now And now Perindus now oh Per. She was my sister Aty. Alas thy sister She was my life my soule she was my love She was words know not what she was to me She was thou most accursed word of be Per. Be comforted Tha. Perindus the very name of comfort is most comfortlesse Comfort ioy hope liu'd in her cheerfull smiling And now must die or liue in far exiting Comfort ioy hope for euer I deny you And would not name you now but to defie you Per. Sir with more patience you haue often borne Far greater euils Tha. Perindus doe not say so If thou yet loue me prethee doe not say so Was euer ill as this hels breuiary All torment in this narrow space is layd The worst of all in these two words are sayd Olinda dead dead whither doest thou lead mee Why I can goe alone alone can finde The way I seeke I see it best when blinde I prethee leaue me Per. Thalander I 'le not leaue thee Should heauen with thunder strike these arms that claspe thee My dying hands should but more firmely graspe thee Tha. Thou violat'st thy loue in thy mistaking And cleane forsak'st thy friend in not forsaking Olinda I cannot come they heere enchaine me But neyther can nor shall they here detaine me I' th' meane time all the honour I can giue thee Is but a graue that sacred rocke the place Of my conception and my buriall Since Hymen will not death shall make thee mine If not my marriage my death-bed shall be thine Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Rimbombo Farewell yee mountaines and thou burning AEtna If yet I doe not beare thee in my brest And am my selfe a liuing walking AEtna The Nymphs that on you dwell are too coy Too coy and proud more fierce then robbed tygre More deafe then seas and more inflexible
brine of sorrow These pearly shells which dayly shall bee fild VVith my hearts water through my eyes distild You corralls whose fresh beauties are a shadow Of her sweete blushes tell her liuing graces Though now as you pluckt from their natiue places Are yet as you from your first seate remou'd Here fresher shining then when first I lou'd Thou rocke that in thy blest armes doest infold her Witnes my heart as firme as you do hold her And now goodnight thou set sunne beauties neuer Neuer more to be seene goodnight for euer Thou siluer forehead and thou golden haire My best my onely treasure when you were You snowy plaines and you faire modest dies You liuing stars but now two quenched lights Whose fall heauens stars with feared ruine frights You eyebrowes which like Rainbowes two appeare A miracle Rainebowes on skie so cleare And all you vnseene beauties softly rest Sleepe quiet sleepe you in this stony chest I cannot long I will not long be from you Shortly I 'le come and in this rockie bed Slumber with my Olinda with Olinda I 'le sleepe my fill meane time as neere as may be Here rest mine eyes rest close by your Olinda He lies downe by the rocke Harke harke Arion thou choice Musician Sing mee a note that may awake pale death Such as may moue deafe Hell and Stygian Ioue Such as once Orpheus O I am idle idle Sleep sleep mine eyes this short releasement take you Sleepe sleepe for euer neuer more awake you Her face your obiect neuer more shall be Sleepe then vaine eyes why should you wish to see Scen. 2. The Rocke opens Enter Olinda led by Glaucus and Circe they retire leauing Olinda Song Olin. Thou worthiest daughter of the greatest light Most powerfull Circe and thou honour'd Glaucus What dutie a poore fisher maid may giue you In thankes and vowes and holy offerings Shall still be ready at your sacred altars Thalander now to thee what sacrifice What offerings may appease thy wronged loue What haue I but my selfe ah worthlesse prize Of such so tryed and so vnmou'd a faith Ah could I spend my body weare my soule And then resume another soule and body And then consume that soule and body for thee All would not pay the vse of halfe my debt How pale he lookes how strangely alter'd Is he not dead no no his pulse is quicke His heart is strong and rising in his heate Threatens with strokes my churlish hand to beate Nature how couldst in one so firmely tie Perpetuall motion to fixt constancy How can this wonder fall in Notion A heart vnmou'd yet still in motion Alas he weepes I hope his griefe and feares Swimme fast away in those sad streaming teares Th' ast mourn'd enough more iustly may I weepe Leaue me thy teares rest thou and sweetely sleepe Thalander starts vp Tha. Morpheus one more such dreame shall buy me Where where art Olinda whither whither flyest thou Olin. Nay whither flies Thalander here 's Olinda Tell mee why wak'd the substance thou eschewest Whose shadowe in a dreame thou gladly viewest Tha. Thou fairest shadow of a Nymph more faire Death yet I see cannot thy light impaire Olin. Thou dreamest still Thalander Tha. Ah too too true For such a sight wake shall I neuer viewe Olin. I liue Tha. Would I were dead on that condition Olin. So would not I beleeue me friend I liue Tha. Could I beleeue it I were happie Olin. If mee thou wilt not trust thy sence thy eyes Tha. They saw thee dead how shall I trust my eie Which either now or then did vowch a lie Olin. Credit thy touch Tha. Then like a dreame thou 'lt flie Olin. Thou flyest thou art the shadow loue not I Thalander take this t is thine for euer Nothing but death nor death this knot shall seuer Enter Alcippus Al. How is this haue you learnt haue you learnt your mother Circes art to raise the dead wonder thinke shee liues Olin. What says Thalander does he yet beleeue mee Tha. If thou art dead faire hand how doest reuiue mee Olin. Thalander heart and hand had now beene cold but for Glaucilla she preuenting Cosma temperd the poysonous viall changing death for sleepe so gaue mee life thee loue Tha. Alcippus art thou there thou art my freind I prethee tell mee true true Alcippus doest thou not see Olinda Al. I see her in your hand Tha. Art sure t is she tell me are wee aliue Art sure we wake are we not both mistaken If now I sleepe O let me neuer waken Al. If you would surely know trie if shee breathe Tha. Thy hand liues doe thy lips liue too Olinda Alcippus shee liues and breathes Alcippus And with that sugred bread my heart both fir'd And life and loue with thousand ioyes inspir'd Ah my Olinda Olind. My deare my deare Thalander Tha. I st possible thou liu'st i st sure I hold thee These happy armes shall neuer more vnfold thee Olin. Tell mee my loue canst thou such wrongs forgiue mee Tha. My ioy my soule Olin. I neuer more will grieue you Canst thou forget my hate my former blindnes If not boldly reuenge my rash vnkindnes Pierce this vile heart my soules vngratefull center Pierce with thy dart where loues dart could not enter Tha. For thy defence my hand shall still attend thee My hand and heart but neuer to offend thee The only penance that I enioyne thee euer Is that wee liue and loue and ioy together Thinke not my hand will sacriledge commit To breake this temple where all Graces sit Olin. True true my loue t is vow'd a temple now Where euer shall be worshipt loue and thou Al. You happie paire since Cosma's spight 's defeated And Magoe's charmes and death by loue is cheated Why stand you here t is time from hence to moue This was the bedde of death and not of loue Death hath his part of night loue challengeth The rest loue claimes the night as well as death Tha. What sayes my loue Olin. What my Thalander euer With thee to life or death but from thee neuer Al. This halfe perswades mee to become a louer Exeunt Where better could her loue then here haue neasted Or he his thoughts more daintily haue feasted Manet Alcippus Scen. 3. Enter Tyrinthus and Gryphus Tyr. Knowst thou Perindus sister or Olinda Al. I know them both sir Tyr. Liue they yet and breathe Al. They liue and now most happy Exit Alcippus Tyr. Thou mak'st me happy in thy happy newes All thankes yee heauenly powers when I forget Your goodnesse in my childrens life and safety Let heauen forget both me and mine for euer Gryphus backe to our shippe and fetch mee thence The vestments vowd to Neptune and the chest Wherein I lockt my other offerings Exit Gryphus This rocke my heart prefers before a palace Fond men that haue enough yet seeke for more I thought by traffique to encrease my store And striuing to augment this carefull pelfe I lost my
Cages herselfe and pinions Cupids wings Let 's see whos 's the second O the second Is an old dotard who though now fourescore Yet nature hauing left him some few hot embers Rack't vp in cold ashes thinkes himselfe all fire and flame And therefore like the dwarfes Who though neere so old yet still consort with boyes So he among the freshest youth in dancing In songs and sporting spends his fadish time When snow on 's head showes in his eye With winter lookes giues summer words the lye His name is Fredocaldo he knowes his name Enter Fredocaldo No sooner cald but comes what i' st he reads Vpon my life some sonnet I le stand and heare Scen. 3. Fredocaldo Conhilio Fre. I I am siluer white so is thy checke Yet who for whitenes will condemne it If wrinkled of thy forehead is not flecke Yet who for frowning dare contemne it Boys full of folly youth of rage Both but a iourney to old age I am not yet fayre Nymph to old to loue And yet woemen loue old louers Nor yet to wauing light as false to proue youth a foule inside fairely couers Yet when my light is in the waine Thy sunnes renew my spring againe Pretty very pretty why yet I see My braine is still as fresh as in my youth And quicke inuention springs as currantly As in the greenest head this little disticke I made this morne to send vnto my loue See here 's a legge how full how little waining My limbs are still accompanied With their kind fellow heate no shaking palsie Nor cramp has tane possession my swift bloud streames Runs quicke and speedie through their burning channells Pi'sh I am young he is not antient That hath a siluer badge of hoarie haires But he that in sweete loue is dead and cold So old men oft are young and young men old I 'le take my farewell of this prettie verse It is a prettie verse I 'le reade it againe Conchylio throws downe his spectacles If I am siluer white and O ho my spectacles Ah naughtie boy alas my spectacles Con. Ha ha he your eyes Fredocaldo take vp your eyes hah ha he Fre. Ah naughtie boy alas my spectacles Whether is he gone O if I finde him Con. Find mee without eyes hah ha he Fre. O my verses my verses Snatches his verses Con. A verie prettie verse how fresh a braine that made it If I am siluer white and nay if you 'l trie your limbs come on Exit Fredocaldo Enter Perindus Farewell frost how Perindus oh how fitly After warme winter comes a chill could summer This youth in all things is that old mans contrarie This a cold May that a hot Ianuarie All my art cannot blowe vp one sparkle If I should stay hee 'd blast mee adue sol in Pises Farewell good Caldofredo I must after Fredocaldo Exit Scen. 4 Enter Perindus Allcippus Per. Bles't is that fisher swane that sancke i' th flood Hee 's food for them whom he would make his food But I most wretched who so many yeares Liue safe in waters to be drownd in feares In fire and sorrow like Titius is my life A couerd table furnisht still for griefe Hell loue your paines for all poore soules can proue Is felt and spoke but thus carelesse I loue Enter Alcipyus Alcip. Phaebus write thou this glorious victory And graue it on thy shining axel-tree That all may see a fisher hath done more Then any age hereafter or before Per. Alcippus what newes me thinks I plaine descry Ioy mixt with wonder in thy doubtfull eye Alcip. Perindus most happy haue I found thee here Per. Is' st good ah tell me yet my grounded feare Pleads hope impossible Alcip. Were you away To the Ecco I had told it as griefe so ioy Prest downe is burthensome for now I see Ioy is no ioy if bard from company Olinda by the Priests enchained-fast Vnto the fatall rocke downe to the wast Was naked left which thus was better dreast Beauty when most vncloth'd is clothed best And now the Priest all rites had finished And those last words and hidden verses sayd Then thus he loud proclaimes who dare aduenture Against this monstrous beast now let him enter And if he conquer by his bold endeauour This goodly maid shall bee his prize foreuer Straight was the monster loos'd whose vgly sight Strooke euery trembling heart with cold affright Some sweate some freeze some shreike some silent weare The eye durst neyther winke nor see for feare Heauen hid his light the fearefull sunne did shrow'd His glorious eye vnder a ietty cloud Per. Saw'st thou the Orke Alcip. Yes and my panting heart To thinke I saw it in my brest doth start Per. Can'st thou describe it Alcip. Neuer tongue can tell What to it selfe no thought can pourtray well More bigge then monstrous Python whom men faine By Phaebus first was bred by Phaebus slaine His teeth thicke rankt in many a double band Like to an armed battell ready stand His eyes sunke in 's head more fearefull stood Like bloodie flame or like to flaming blood Not any eare vpon his head appeares No plaint nor prayer no threat nor charme he feares In sea and land he liues and takes from both Each monsters part which most we feare and loath Soone as he felt him loose he shakes his crest And hungry posteth to his ready feast And as through seas his oares a passage teare The thronging waues fly fast and roare for feare Per. Me thinks I see him and th' vnhappy louer Strook through with fright Alcip. In all their shreiks he smiles Stretching his armes to fight himselfe composes And nothing fear'd his body enterposes Shaking a dart the monster he defies Who scorning such a foe to 's banquet flyes But he with certaine aime his Iauelin driues Which as the sender bad at 's eye arriues And fixt in 's hollow sight deepe drenched stood Quenching the bloody fire with fiery blood The wounded monster lowdly gins to yell If Hell doe speake such is the voyce of Hell And to reuenge his hurt he flies apace The other dart met him i' th middle race And as along he blindly fast doth post His way and t'ther eye together lost Thus blinde he quickly dies and being dead Leaues to his foe his spoiles his pawes his head Per. Hercules thy twelue works with this one conferd This one before thy twelue might be preferd Alcip. Perindus then mightst thou haue seene how loue Is not more bold then fearefull he that stroue And conquered such a monster with a dart To her faire eyes yeelds vp his heart Ah hadst thou seene how fearefull modestie Ioynd with chast loue did chide the hungry eye Which hauing long abstaind and long time fasted Some of those dainties now would faine haue tasted Ah hast thou seene which such fit time he got How loue to much remembring loue forgot How th' eye which such a monster did outface Durst not looke vp vpon her eie to gaze How
th' hand which such a bould fight vndertooke When her it toucht as with a palsie shooke As all that saw it thou wouldst soone haue sayd That neuer liu'd so fortunate a maid Most happy such a danger to recouer More happy farre by hauing such a louer And harke the Fishers home the victor bringing Chant lowd his conquest his due praises singing Scen. 5. Enter in triumph with Chorus of Fishers and Priests singing Atyches crownd leading Olinda following Glaucilla and Cosma Song Olinda if thou yeeld not now The Orke lesse monstrous was then thou No monster to the eye more hatefull Then beauty to desert vngratefull Yeeld then thy heart and hand And sing along this sand Loue rule heauen sea and land Per. Atyches how farest thou O let these armes inlace thee Me thinks I hold halfe heauen when I imbrace thee Atych. Will Perindus goe with vs to the temple Per. Most willingly and when thou once art there Then 't is a temple I may iustly sweare Exeunt omnes Scen. 6. Enter Cancrone and Scrocca with their boate from fishing Scr. Yet more larboord hol vp against that waue now starboord Can. I thinke we are vpon the shallow Scr. Hold in Cancrone I smell the shore Cancrone fals in Can. Nay by your leaue 't was I that smelt it for I am sure my nose kist it Scr. Take hold of the stretcher and then fasten the rope Can. A rope stretch all such bottle-head botemen had it been my lot to haue bene Master at sea as 't is yours wee had neere taken such a iourney in such a fly-boate such a sows-eare such an egge-shell Scro. Come helpe to laue her Can. It s a true shee boote I warrant shee leakes brackish all the yeare long Scr. Will you come Sir you are yet in my iurisdiction on the water Can. Will you scale the fish sir will you bring forth the nets sir will you spread them vpon the rocks sir you are at my demand Sir vpon the land wee 'l be knowne in our place Scrocca drinks is that your lauing Scro. Ah ha this is something fresher then Neptuns salt potion seest not what a pickle I am in but O those Scyllaes bandogs bough wough our boate bepist her selfe for feare Can. I and thou thy selfe for companie faith wee were almost in Thetis powdring tub but now Scrocca lets off with our liquor Sirrah halfe to this blew-beard Neptune but he gets not one drop on 't Scr. I and withall remember the roaring boy Boreas puff puff hold you beare your poope too high Cancrone y 'ad neede goe pumpe Can. So mee thinks my braine is somewhat warmer now my wirt gear 's on Let Neptune rage and roare and fome For now Cancrone's safe at home Scr. How now Cancrone what poefied Can. Why Scrocca is it such a matter for a waterman to be a poet now a daies Sco. I but I wonder that in all thy Poems thou neuer madst an Epitaph for thy grandsire that was eaten vp by the Cyclops Can, Ah Scrocca I prethee doe not ming my grand-sire thou 'lt spoile my poetry presently those hungry side slops they eate him vp crust and crum and then kild him too and that which grieues me most hee neuer sent mee word who it was that bit of 's head yet fayth one draught more and haue at him Hee drinkes Scr. Nay if one draught will serue he shall neuer starue for an Epitaph Can. So it 's comming I haue it Scrocca Here lies Cancrones grandsire who sans boate Sands winde sans seas saild downe the Cyclops throate Scr. Here lies Why will you graue an Epitaph on the Cyclops belly I 'me sure hee lies yonder Can. Masse thou sayst true but all our late writers begin so Scr. Well sir will you walke home and warme your poeticall vaine at the kitchin fire Can. Yes I care not if I doe for I shall nere be well till I haue got the chimney corner ouer my head Farewell ye rockes and seas I thinke yee 'l show it That Sicelie affords a water-Poet Scen. 7. Enter Conchylio solus Hah ha he I haue laught my selfe weary i' st possible That fire and frost should thus keepe house together Sure age did much mistake him when it set His snowie badge on his blew riueld chin Were not his faces furrowes fild with snow His hams vnstrung his head so straightly bound His eyes so rainy and his skinne so drie He were a pretty youth Scen. 8. Enter Cancrone and Scrocca Con. What old acqaintance lie by Mistris a little I 'le fish a while I may chaunce to catch A Cods-head I le stand and heare them Sor. Did not I tell you we were wrong sir Can. Me thought we were at land vile soone Sor. I prethee on which hand was the cape of Peloro When wee left Syllaes bandogs Can. That did belong to thy water office to marke But sure it stood straight before a little o' th' on side Right vpon the left and then it left the right And turned west by East and then stood still North North By South Con. Well bould woodcocke Without a bias Scr. Come looke about you to your land office I 'le hold a ped of oysters the rocke stands on yonder side Looke this way I prethee is not this Circe's rocke Can. I like thy reasons wondrous well it is her rocke and her distaffe too Con. I 'le spine some thred out of this distaffe Scr. Then I sweare by Circes iugling box wee come in o' th' wrong side Can Looke into my poll canst thou not perceiue by the colour of my braines that I haue vnlac't her knauery thou knowst Circes is a plaguie witch Scr. I she did translate a good father of mine into an hogge Can. She with her whisking white wand has giuen this rocke a box ō the eare set it one the other side of the country Scr. I care not where Circes dwells but I am sure we dwell on this side and wee haue pusht in the cleane contrary way and wat you what wee haue leapt through Hell-mouth O strange how he falls downe and cries Can. O the Orke the huge huntie, puntie Scr. Vp cancrone I tell thee wee haue scap't him Can. I tell thee Sirocca wee haue not scap't him he has eate vs vp Con. These fishers are new returnd from fishing and know not that Atyches has slaine the Orke I 'le Orke them Can. Ah Sirocca I would this Orke were in Neptunes bellie that will suffer such a worme to liue in his dominions I am a very macherell if the very name be not worse to mee then three nights cold fishing Ser Mee thinks I am colder too then I was before Con. Let mee strike then before the iron be key cold What hardie fishers dare approch this shore Vntrod by men this twenty years and more Can. Good now Conchylio doe not the Norke Ser Wee did eate the golden apples wee Can. What old Cancrone I am sorrie for your chance The best that I aduise
as euer was in Sicely Con. Your hand on that Ah old Saturne cold and dry we 'l I le doe 't Fred But when Conchylio when Con. Within this houre expect her Fred. Wilt thou be sure Con. Why did I euer deceiue you Fred neuer neuer Con. beeleeue mee Fredocaldoe I say beleeue mee then Fred. Farewell I 'le keepe my promise Con. Faile not within this houre Exit Fredocaldoe I know not what this old man's like vnlesse Our hill of Sicely the flaming AEtna Whose parches bowells still in fire consuming Fils all the valley with flame and pitchy fuming Yet on his top congealed snow doth lye As if there were not fire nor Phoebus nie Why should we count this strange when euen so This old mans heart 's all fire his head all snow But what fresh souldier 's this Enter Armillus Ar. My pretty wagge Con. Sure you doe mistake me sir I am anothers Ar. Thou dost mistake mee boy I know well whose thou art Con. I doubt you doe not Ar. Th' art faire Cosmaes boy Con. My mother told me so Ar. Th' art a very wagge take this my boy Con. True sir now I am yours indeede what yellow yours to command what would you with me Ar. Seest thou Con. Yes I see very well Ar. Thou art too quicke I prethee let me see thy Mistris Con. Troth sir you cannot shee 's taken vp with other busines or rather taken downe yet I 'le trie sir Exit Ar. Oft haue I maruaild how the erring eye Which of his proper obiect cannot lye In other subiect failes so in his duty When hee 's to iudge of 's chiefest obiect beauty None takes the night for day the day for night The Lillies seeme alike to euery sight Yet when we partiall iudge of beauties graces Which are but colours plac'd in womens faces The eye seemes neuer sure the selfesame show And face this thinkes a swanne and that a crow But sure our minds with strong affections tainted Looke through our eyes as through a glasse that 's painted So when we view our loues we neuer see What th' are but what we faine would haue them be Thus Atyches Perindus thus affecting These Nymphs make them seem worthiest their respecting And thus to loue their beauties neuer moue them But therefore beautious seeme because they loue them Me thinks this Cosma farre them both excels In whose high forehead loue commanding dwels I like not this same too much modestie Commend the Senate for their grauity The wanton Nymph doth more delight me farre The modest Nymphs doe more seeme chaste then are Women are all alike the difference this That seemes and is not that both seemes and is Or if some are not as they call it ill Enter Conchylo They want the power and meanes but not the will Con. My Mistris as yet is so ouerlayd with sport or busines she cannot speake with you may not I know your errand Ar. My errand boy is loue Con. Loue um t is light enough I shall carry it away 't is so short I shall remember it but troth sir another golden star this starlesse night dropt in my hand may chance to giue light to make my Mistris shine in your armes Ar. Hold thee boy hold thee will that content thee Con. Sir doe you know the myrtle groue Ar. Yes well Con. Your star will conduct you thither straight within this houre shee 'l meete you there Ar. How canst thou assure it Con. Trust mee I 'le procure it Else neuer more let me see golden stars Ar. I 'le try thee boy 't is but one mis-spent houre If thou performe thy promise good Conchylio Many such glittering nights shall shine on thee Con. If make no question sir Ar. Farewell Con. Adiew Exit This strange new bird this goose with golden eggs Must with some graine of hope bee cherished And yet not fedde too fat now for my Crab Here 's his twin if heauens signes are right Enter Scrocca Next to the crab the twin must come in sight I 'le out and seeke him Scen. 4. Scroeca Cancrone Scr. Saile home by land quotha well I 'le haue that saddle boate hung vp for a monument in the temple of Odoxcom hard by the euerlasting shooes and now to see the ill lucke on 't neuer more neede of fish a bounsing feast toward vmber of guests not a whiting not a haddock not a cod-mop in the house and in stead of catching fish wee must goe fish for our nets Cancrone come along along along the Orke 's dead and buried the Orke 's dead and buried Can. I but does not his ghost walke thereabout within On afore I 'le follow hintly fintly by the hobnailes of Neptune horse-shooes Scr. Nay if you sweare we shall catch no fish what Cancrone sneake you still whoop we shall fish fairely if your searmore be off Enter Cancrone butning his coate How now what all in white Can. Seest not I am busified doest thou thinke a man can button his coate and talke all at once Scr. My prettie sea-cob why I preethee why in thy white Con. Ino triumph I Ino triumph I tell thee this is my triumphing sute did not wee vanquish the Orke Scr. I hope so too but all our fellow fishers say t' was Atyches Can. Thus Atyches kild him aliue and wee kild him dead Scr. I preethee on with thy gaberdine againe Can. My old scaly slimie gaberdine why if I should fish in that euery finne would smell mee Scr. Well our nets are not aboue ground what shall wee doe Con. Why then Sir you must goe seeke them vnder ground Scr. Well Sir you 'l follow Exit Can. Muddie Scrocca canst thou not perceiue Cancrones inside by his new out-side my old Orke apparell my pitch patch poledauies had no good perfume for a sweete louer as I now must be but why a louer because I meane to kill the next Orke hand to hand for my masters sisters sweetheart Ataches because a louer therefore an Orkekiller Enter Conchylio Con. What old crab tortoise has the Orke made you cast your shell Can. Fish mee no fishing I 'me all for flesh Con. Thy lob hath learnt that fishers keepe no lent Can. Therfore thou blue-beard Neptune and thou trumphing Triton and thou watchet iacket Glaucus Daucus Maucus and all the rest of the salt fish gods I denounce you all and for your formable farewell I doe here reach forth to your dropping driueling deities my loue warme hand to kisse So haue you done Fie flapmouth Conchylio spits in s hand Triton thou beslauerest mee Con. O doutie loues here 's more game for my mistresses net or rather for mine Can. Nothing but Venus smocke or Cupids wing shall wipe it dry surmount thy wagging wanton wing to mee god Cupid Con. Are you there I Orkt you once and now I le fit you for a Cupid Exit Conchyl Can. Mee thinks I am growne very eloquent alreadie thanks sweete loue O now for my master Perindus he has a fine
make while the one with sha'me the other with feare I 'le take The fish comes alreadie to the net Enter Cancrone going backeward vpon her He lookes ouer his shoulders Can. To all I speake but I tell no man Whether I loue Nymph or woman Con. Tell not mee but tell the rocks Not words must disciple you but knocks I am out of your debt for a rime Can. I thinke shee knew my cue The charme begins to worke already Con. I know not how this fishers hooke hath caught mee I euer for his rudenesse loue him 't is the badge of innocencie Can. Somewhat rude if you will but innocent in your face Con. O those glearing eyes that dart the beames The beames that drownd my heart with fierie streames Can. Now to Cupids arrowe tree and she sinks downe-right condoling Cosma I haue pitty on thee but it beseemes a man of my confession to haue a negligent care of his good reparation abroad in the world and else-where I would be loth to be seene in my loue-worke I 'le mount the tree and scry the coast He goes vp the tree Con. Stay not but come againe thy selfe sweete heart to receiue me Can. O ho here 's bundance of people bundance a lookers on I dare not loue thee before them all wee 'l into the myrtle groue present Con. Quickly returne my loue returne Cancrone my dearest Can. Stand forth Cosma and say on till thou come to that I cry I dye I lye Con. I spie him now approaching Enter Rimbombo What though he be all ragges in his limbs what though his gesture taste of violence we Nymphes they say like not such wooers worst Rim. Thou speakest of thy Rimbombo that myrtle groues which loue the winding shores deserue to bee to Venus consecrate as faster friends to louers then the woods and caues of all the Mounts of Sicily whose Nymphs do coyly shunne and mocke our troopes Con. you come somewhat before your time Rimbombo And Yet in loue preuention is no crime Louers may come before not out of time And truly I wish y 'had come a little sooner Euen now a mongrell crabbed fisher swaine Laid siege to this vnconquered fort Rim. What wight of brauest blood by sea and land dares share with mee in Cosmaes loue by Polypheme my sea-bred fire I vow the sand on which he treads is not so small as shall this pestell make his pounded bones Con, Nay now he treadeth not vpon these sands but is fled vp to the hills and shortly thence will of himselfe come tumbling downe to mee Rim. I would he durst I neuer yet but once did tast of fishers blood t is iollie sweete come fisher this way or that way I am for you at both weapons club or teeth let 's to the groue see euery mirtle tree bids warre to fishers peace and ioy to mee Why weepes my Cosma Sweete feare not that which thou desirest Con. Sweete Cyclops meanst thou to rauish mee Rim. O heauens thine owne appointed time and place thine owne sweete Cyclops and can rauishment Con. Why this know wee Nymphs that long liue chast and weare our girdle of virginity but lo Diana stops my tongue shee bends her deadly bow I dare not Rim. Speake on here 's none but trees and thy trustie true Rimbombo Con. By that bright flame which like one only sunne giues day to 'th spheare of thy maiesticke face I thee adiure that thou disclose to none this sacred mysterie Rim. Not to my mother no not in my dreame say on Con. Wee neither yeeld nor take in loue delight Vntill our girdle first be once vnplight By louers hands and then about his wast By our owne hands the same be tied fast Now all is out Rim. A pretty piece of work my hands do their office nimbly I haue vnfettered thee come put this sweete yoke on mee Con. Nay turne about it must be tied contrarie to other girdles iust behind Stand neerer to mee yet neere Rim. As close as thou wilt Cosma I would your filthy fisher saw vs now 't would make his teeth water Con. Hang him stinking Lobster he daires not look vpon any of thy kinne his haddocke eyes would start out of his head if he should see but one haire of Rimbomboes head Rim. How long wilt thou be tying mee Con. The more knots I tie the faster will my loue be to you but you 'l be prating of this secret when you come home among your mounting Nymphs Rim. If I doe then geld mee hast thou done Con. I haue but three knots to tie they are all true knots Rim. When thou hast done preethee come kisse me Cosma Conchylio steales away leauing him bound to the tree where Cancrone is I see thou art a pure virgin thou neuer didst this office before thou art no quicker at it What Cosma what no Cosma what a wooden wench here 's a true loue knot with a witnes O faithlesse Cosma O witlesse Rimbombo O Nymph O fishers O shepheards O Satyrs O Cyclops Enter Conchylio againe Con. Ha ha ha O loue O wit O tree O girdle O platterface O oyster eyes Rim. Thou bitch thou witch thou spawne of a mermaid Con. Thou AEtna thou Chaos thou Hell nay tugge and tugge my virginitie is tough and strong enough O for some Nymphs fishers or shepheards to baite this Orke I 'le out and call in some bandog so ho so ho ho ho Exit Rim. The knots are so many the girdle so strong and the tree stands so fast O anger O shame here shee 'll bring in all the country to laugh mee to death hide yet thy face with some of these lower boughs Enter Conchylio Con. So ho so ho O dogged fortune not one Nymph to be found not one feate fisher not one but that feating fisher that is readie to wing his sea token net on the Cyclops blockhead Rim. Away thou monstrous woman oh oh Con. Away thou monstrous mans ah ha hey Rim. How now what 's that what haue I another witnes of my folly what gobbet of mans flesh grows vpon this tree Con. I le haue a graft of this mirtle tree it beares fine loue wormes on the stocke a maggot wou'd vp in a Cobweb on the bough a barnacle which ere long will fall and turne to a goose now Cupids gosling now on your bare-head knee goe begge at Cupids doore Can. Ah cursed Cupid I 'le no more of thy seruice I had rather fight with nine Orkes ha hei au Rim. Come downe thou fished bit my mouth shall catch thee Gentle Cosma I 'le forgiue thee all loue thee yet if thou wilt helpe to reach my walking sticke I 'le make my young Orke-ketcher beleeue he shall bee his grandsires heire Con. Your staffe marry and shalt it 's a pretty pole to bang those boughes withall and when thou doest it doe but gape and that rotten plumme will fall into thy mouth Can. Nay I know of old I should be deuoured Con. Thy staffe