is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
IL PASTOR FIDO OR The faithfull Shepheard Translated out of Italian into English LONDON Printed for Simon VVaterson 1602. To the right worthie and learned Knight Syr Edward Dymock Champion to her Maiestie concerning this translation of Pastor Fido. I do reioyce learned and worthy Knight That by the hand of thy kinde Country-man This painfull and industrious Gentleman Thy deare esteem'd Guarini comes to light Who in thy loue I know tooke great delight As thou in his who now in England can Speake as good English as Italian And here enioyes the grace of his owne right Though I remember he hath oft imbas'd Vnto vs both the vertues of the North Saving our costes were with no measures grac'd Nor barbarous tongues could any verse bring forth I would he sawe his owne or knew our store Whose spirits can yeeld as much and if not more Sam. Daniell A Sonnet of the Translator dedicated to that honourable Knight his kinsman Syr Edward Dymock A silly hand hath fashioned vp a sute Of English clothes vnto a traueller A noble minde though Shepheards weeds he weare That might consort his tunes with Tassoes lute Learned Guarinies first begotten frute I haue assum'd the courage to rebeare And him an English Denizen made here Presenting him vnto the sonnes of Brute If I haue faild t' expresse his natiue looke And be in my translation tax'd of blame I must appeale to that true censure booke That sayes t' is harder to reforme a frame Then for to build from ground worke of ones wit A new creation of a noble fit TO THE RIGHT VVORTHY and learned Knight Syr Edward Dymock Champion to her Maiestie SYr this worke was committed to me to publish to the world and by reason of the nearenesse of kinne to the deceased Translator and the good knowledge of the great worth of the Italian Author I knew none fitter to Patronize the same then your worthinesse to whom I wish all happinesse and a prosperous new yeare London this last of December 1601. Your Worships euer to be commaunded Simon Waterson The persons which speake in it Siluio the sonne of Montanus Linco an old seruant of Montanus Mirtillo in loue with Amarillis Ergasto his companion Corisca a Nymph in loue with Mirtillo Montanus high Priest Titirus a Shepheard Dametas an old seruant of Montanus Satir an old Louer of Coriscaes Dorinda enamoured of Siluio Lupino a Goteheard her seruant Amarillis daughter of Titirus Nicander chiefe minister of the Priest Coridon a Louer of Coriscaes Carino an old man the putatiue father of Mirtillo Vranio an old man his companion Nuntio Tirenio a blind Prophet PASTOR FIDO OR The faithfull Shepheard Chorus of Shepheards Huntsmen Nymphes Priests The Scene is in Arcadia Scene 1. Act. 1. Siluio Linco GO you that haue enclos'd the dreadfull beast And giue the signe that 's vsuall to our hunting Go swell your eyes and harts with hornes and shoutes If there be any swaine of Cinthia's troupe In all Arcadia delighted in her sports Whose generous affects are stung with care Or glory of these woods let him come forth And follow me where in a circle small Though to our valure large inclosed is The ougly Bore monster of nature these woods That vast and fierce by many harmes well knowne Inhabitant of Erimanthus plague to the fields Terror to country clownes Go then preuent Not onely but prouoke with hornes shrill sound Blushing Aurora out Linco wee 'le goe And worship first the Gods for there t' is best We any worke begin Lin. Siluio I praise Thy worshipping the Gods but yet to trouble them That are their ministers I do not praise The keepers of the temple are a sleepe They cannot see the day break for the mountaines top Sil. To thee perhaps that art not yet awake All things do seeme a sleepe Lin. O Siluio Did nature on these youthfull yeares of thine Bestow such beautie to be cast away Had I but such a ruddie cheeke so fresh Farwell to woods I 'ld follow other sports I 'ld weare my dayes in mirth all sommer tide In daintie shades winter by the fire side Sil. Thy counsell Linco is like vnto thy selfe Lin. At other pleasures would I aime were I Siluio Sil. So would I were I Linco but I Siluio am Therefore I Siluioes deeds do like not Lincoes Lin. O foole that seekst so farre for hurtfull beasts And ha'st one lodg'd so neare thy dwelling house Sil. Art thou in earnest or dost thou but iest Lin. Thou iests not I. Sil. And is he then so neare Lin. As neare as t' is to thee Sil. Where in what wood Lin. Siluio thou art the wood the ougly beast That 's harbour'd there is this thy beastlinesse Sil. Was 't not well gest of me thou didst but iest Lin. A Nymphe so faire so delicate but tush Why do I call her Nymphe a Goddesse rather More fresh more daintie then the morning rose More soft more purely white then swanny downe For whom there 's not a shepheard mongst vs all so braue But sighes and sighes in vaine for thee alone Reserues her selfe ordaind by heau'n and men And yet thou neither thinkst of sighes or plaints O happie boy though most vnworthily Thou that mighst her enioy still sliest her Siluio Still her despisest Is not then thy heart Made of a beast or or of hard Iron rather Sil. If to relinquish loue be crueltie Then is it vertue and I not repent That I haue banisht loue my hart but ioy That thereby I haue ouercome this loue A beast more daungerous then th' other farre Lin. How hast thou ouercome that which thou neuer prou'dâ— Sil. Not prouing it I haue it ouercome Lin. O if thou hadst but prou'd it Siluio once If thou but knewst what a high fauour t' were To be belou'd and louing to possesse A louing hart It'am sure thou then wouldst say Sweet louely life why hast thou staid so long These woods and beasts leaue foolish child and loue Sil. Linco I sweare a thousand Nymphs I 'le giue For one poore beast that my Melampo kills Let them that haue a better taste then I In these delights possesse them I wil none Lin. Dost thou tast ought since loue thou dost not tast The onely cause that the world tasteth all Beleeue me boy the time wil one day come Thou wilt it taste For loue once in our life Will show what force he hath Beleeue me childe No greater paine can any liuing proue Then in old limmes the liuely sting of loue Yet if in youth loue wound that loue may heale But come it once in that same frozen age Wherefore oftentimes the disabilitie More then the wound we plaine O mortall then And most intollerable are those paines If thou seekest pittie ill if thou findst it not But if thou findst it ten time worse do not Protract it til thy better time be past For if loue do assaile thy hoary heares Thy silly flesh a double torment teares Of
We ought to vse whilst it we haue Time flies Away and yeares come on our youth once lost We like cut flowres neuer grow fresh againe And to our hoary haires loue well may runne But Louers will our wrinkled skinnes still shunne Ama. Thou speakest this Corisca me to trie Not as thou think'st I am sure But be assur'd Except thou show'st some meanes how I may shun This marriage bonds my thought 's irreuocable And I resolued am rather to die Then any way to spot my chastitie Co. I haue not seene so obstinate a foole But since you are resolu'd I am agreed But tell me do you thinke your Siluio is As true a friend to faith as you to chastitie Ama. Thou mak'st me smile Siluio a friend to faith How can that be hee 's enemy to loue Co. Siluio an enemy to loue O foole These that are nice put thou no trust in them Loues theft is neuer so securely done As hidden vnder vaile of honestie Thy Siluio loues good Sister but not thee Ama. What goddesse is she for she cannot bee A mortall wight that lighted hath his loue Co. Nor goddesse nor a Nimph. Ama. What do you tell Co. Know you Lisetta Ama. She that your cattell keeps Co. Eu'n she Ama. Can it be true Co. That same 's his hart Ama. Sure hee 's prouided of a daintie Loue. Co. Each day he faines that he on hunting goes Ama. I eu'ry morning heare his cursed horne Co. About noone-time when others busie are He his companions shuns and comes alone By a backe way vnto my garden there Where a shadow hedge doth close it in There doth she heare his burning sighes his vowes And then she tells me all and laughes at him Now heare what I thinke good to doo Nay I Haue don 't for you alreadie You know the law That tyes vs to our faith doth giue vs leaue Finding our spowses in the act of perfidie Spite of our friends the marriage to denie And to prouide vs of an other if we list Ama. That know I well I haue examples two Leucipp to Ligurine Armilla to Turingo Their faith once broke they tooke their owne again Co. Now heare Lisetta by my appointment hath Promist to meet th'vnwary Louer here In thiâ—same Caue and now he is the best Contented youth that liues attending but the houre There would I haue you take him I le be there To beare you witnesse oft't for else we worke In vaine so are you free from this same noisome knot Both with your honour and your fathers too Ama. Oh braue inuentioÌ„ good Corisca what 's to do Co. Obserue my words In midst of this same caue Vpon the right hand is a hollow stone I know not if by Art or nature made A litle Caue all linde with Iuy leaues To which a litle hole aloft giues light A fit and thankfull receptacle for loues theft Preuent their comming and attend them there I le haste Lisetta forward and as soone As I perceiue your Siluio enter so will I Step you to her and as the custome is Wee le carry both vnto the Priest and there dissolue This marriage knot Ama. What to his father Co. What matter 's that Think you Montanus dare His priuate to a publike good compare Ama. Then closing vp mine eyes I let my selfe Be ledde by thee my deare my faithfull guide Co. But do not stay now enter me betime Ama. I 'le to the Tâ—mple first and to the Gods My prayers make without whose aide no happy end Can euer sort to mortall enterprise Co. All places Amarillis temples are To hearts deuout you 'le slacke your time too much Ama. Time's neuer lost in praying vnto them That do commaund the time Co. Go then dispatch Now if I erre not am I at good passe Onely this staying troubles me yet may it helpe I must goe make new snares to traine in Coridon I le make him thinke that I will meet him there And after Amarillis send him soone Then by a secret way I le bring Dianaes Priests Her shall they finde and guiltie doome to death My riuall gone Mirtillo sure is mine See where he comes Whilst Amarillis stayes Ile somewhat trie him Loue now once inspire My tongue with words my face with heau'nly fire Sce. 6. Mirtillo Corisca HEre weeping sprights of hell new torments heare New sorts of paine a cruell mind behold Included in a looke most mercifull My loue more fierce then the infernall pit Because my death cannot suffice to glut Her greedie will and that my life is but A multitude of deathes commaund me liue That to them all my life might liuing giue Co. I le make as though I heard him not I heare A lamentable voyce plaine hereabouts I wonder who it is oh my Mirtillo Mir. So would I were a naked shade or dust Co. How feele you now your selfe after your long Discourse with your so dearely loued Nymph Mir. Like a weake sick man that hath long desir'd Forbidden drinke at last gets it vnto his mouth And drinks his death ending at once both life thirst So I long sicke burn't and consumed in This amorous drought froÌ„ two faire fountains that Ice do distill from out a rockie braine Of an indurate heart Haue drunke the poyson that my life will kill Sooner then halfe of my desire fulfill Co. So much more mightie waxeth loue as from Our hearts the force is he receiues deare Mirtillo For as the Beare is wont with licking to giue shape To her mishapen brood that else were helplesse borne Eu'n so a Louer to his bare desire That in the birth was shapelesse weake and fraile Giuing but forme and strength begetteth loue Which whilst t' is young and tender then t' is sweet But waxing to more yeares more cruell growes That in the end Mirtillo an mueterate affect Is euer full of anguish and defect For whilst the mind on one thought onely beates It waxeth thicke by being too much fixt So loue that should be pleasure and delight Is turn'd to malancholy and what worser is It proues at last or death or madnesse at the least Wherefore wise is that heart that often changeth loue Mir. Ere I change will or thought chang'd must my life Be into death for though the beautious Amarillis Be most cruell yet is she all my life Nor can this bodies bulke at once containe More then one heart more then one soule retaine Co. O wretched shepheard ill thou knowst to vse Loue in his kind loue one that hates thee one That flies from thee fie man I had rather die Mir. As gold in fire so saith in griefe 's refinde Nor can Corisca amâ—rous constancie Shewe his great power but thorough crueltie This onely rests amongst my many griefes My sole content doth my heart burne or die Or languish ne're so much light are the paines Plaints torments sighes exile and death it selfe For such a cause for such a sweet respect That life before my faith
this which when thou wouldst thou canst not These woods and beasts leaue foolish boy loue Sil. As though there were no life but that which nurst These amorous sollies and fond extasies Lin. Tell me if in this pleasant time now flowres renew And the world waxeth yong againe thou shouldst In stead of flowry valleyes fragrant fields And well clad woods see but the oake the ashe the pine Without their leauy heares graslesse the ground The meadowes want their floures Wouldst thou not say The world doth languish nature did decay Now that same horror that same miracle That monstrous noueltie thou hast thy selfe As loue in old men is ridiculous So youth without loue is vnnaturall Looke but about Siluio what the world hath Worthy to be admir'd Loue onely made The heauens the earth the seas themselues do loue And that same starre that the dayes breake foretells Tasteth the flames of her thrise puissant sonne And at that houre because perhaps she leaues The stolne delights and bosome of her loue She darteth downe abroad her sparkling smiles Beasts in the woods do loue and in the seas The speedie Dolphins and the mightie Whales The bird that sweetly sings and wantonly Doth she now from the oake vnto the ashe Then from the ashe vnto the mirtill tree Sayes in her language I in loue do burne Wou'd I might heare my Siluio answere her the same The Bull amid the heard doth loudly lowe Yet are those lowes but bidding to loues feasts The Lyon in the wood doth bray and yet Those brayes are not the voice of rage but loue Well to conclude all things do loue but thou Thou onely Siluio art in heauen in earth In seas a soule vncaple of loue Leaue leaue these woods these beasts and learne to loue Sil. Was then my youth committed to thy charge That in these soft esseminate desires Of wanton loue thou shouldst it nurse and traine Remembrest not what thou and what I am Lin. I am a man and humane me esteeme With thee a man or rather shouldst be so I speake of humane things Which if thou skornst Take heed least in dishumaning thy selfe A beast thou proue not sooner then a God Sil. Neither so famous nor so valiant Had bene that monster-tamer of whose blood I do deriue my selfe had he not tamed loue Lin. See blind child how thou erst where hadst thou bene Had not that famous Hercules first lou'd The greatest cause he monsters tam'd was loue Knowest thou not that faire Omphale to please He did not onely chaunge his Lions skin Into a womans gowne but also turn'd His knottie club into a spindell and a rocke So was he wont from trouble and from toyle To take his ease and all alone retire To her faire lappe the hauen of happie loue As rugged Iron with purer mettall mixt Is made more fit refin'd for noble vse So fierce vntam'd strength that in his properrage Doth often breake yet with the sweets of loue Well temper'd proueth truly generous Then if thou dost desire to imitate Great Hercules and to be worthy of his race Though that thou wilt not leaue these sauadge woods Doo follow them but do not leaue to loue A Loue so lawfull as your Amarillis That you Dorinda she I you excuse For t' were vnfit your mind on honour set Should be made hot in these amorous thefts A mightie wrong vnto your worthy spouse Sil. What saist thou Linco shee 's not yet my spouse Lin. Hast thou not solemnely receiu'd her faith Take heed proud boy do not prouoke the gods Sil. The gift of heauen is humane libertie May we not force repell that force receiue Lin. Nay if thou would'st but vnderstand the heauens Hereto do tye thee that haue promised So many fauours at thy nuptiall feast Sil. I 'm sure that gods haue other things to do Then trouble and molest them with these toyes Linco nor this nor that loue pleaseth me I was a huntsman not a louer borne Thou that dost folow loue thy pleasure take Exit Sil. Lin. Thou cruel boy descended of the gods I scarce beleeue thou wert begot by man Which if thou wert thou sooner wert begot With venome of Meger and Ptisifo Then Venus pleasure which men so commend Exit Lin. Sce. 2. Mirtillo Ergasto. CRuell Amarillis that with thy bitter name Most bitterly dost teach me to complaine Whiter then whitest Lillies and more faire But deafer and more fierce then th'adder is Since with my words I do so much offend In silence will I die but yet these plaines These mountaines and these woods shal cry for me Whom I so oft haue learned to resound That loued name For me my plaints shall tell The plaining fountains and the murm'ring windes Pittie and griefe shall speake out of my face And in the end though all things else proue dombe My verie death shal tell my martirdome Er. Loue deare Mirtillo 's like a fire inclosde Which straightly kept more fiercely flames at last Thou shouldst not haue so long conceald from me The fire since it thou couldst not hide How often haue I said Mirtillo burnes But in a silent flame and so consumes Mi. My selfe I harmed her not to offend Curteous Ergasto and should yet be dombe But strict necessitie hath made me bold I heare a voice which through my scared eares Woundeth alas my wretched heart with noise Of Amarillis nighing nuptiall feast Who speakes ought els to me he holds his peace Nor dare I further search as wel for feare To giue suspition of my loue as for to finde That which I would not Well! I know Ergasto It fits not with my poore and base estate To hope at all a Nymphe so rarely qualifide Of bloud and spright truly celestiall Should proue my wife O no I know too well The lowlinesse of my poore humble starre My desteny's to burne not to delight Was I brought forth but since my cruell fates Haue made me loue my death more then my life I am content to die so that my death Might please her that 's the cause thereof And that she would but grace my latest gaspe With her faire eyes and once before she made Another by her marriage fortunate She would but heare me speake Curteous Ergasto If thou lou'st me helpe me with this fauour Aide me herein if thou tak'st pittie of my case Er. A poore desire of loue and light reward Of him that dies but dang'rous enterprise Wretched were she should but her father know She had bow'd downe her eares to her louers words Or should she be accused to the priest Her father in lawe for this perhaps she shunnes To speake with you that els doth loue you well Although she it conceales for women though They be more fraile in their desires Yet are they craftier in hiding them If this be true how can she show more loue Then thus in shunning you she heares in vaine And shunnes with pittie that can giue no helpe It is sound
not as they do seeme Bring any cooling to th'inflamed hart But rather are huge and impetuous windes That blow the fire and make it greater proue With swelling whirlwindes of tempestuous loue Which vnto wretched louers alwaies beares Thick cloudes of griefe and showres of dreary teares Scene 3. Corisca WHo euer sawe or heard a straunger and A fonder passion of this foolish loue Both loue and hate in one selfe hart combin'd With such a wondrous mixture as I know not how Or which of them hath got the deeper roote If I Mirtilloes beautie do behold His gracious count'nance good behauior Actions customes words and manly lookes Loue me assailes with such a puissant fire That I burne altogither And it seemes Other affections are quite vanquished with this But when I thinke vpon th'obstinate loue He to another beares and that for her He doth despise I will be bold to say My famous beautie of a thousand soft I hate him so I so abhorre the man That t 's impossible me thinkes at all One sparke of loue for him should touch my heart Thus with my selfe sometime I say Oh if I could Enioy my sweet Mirtillo were he mine And had not others interest in him Oh more then any other happie Corisca And then in me vpflames such great good will And such a gentle loue to him that I resolue Straight to discouer all my hart to him To follow him and humbly sue to him Nay more eu'n to fall downe and worship him On th' other side I all reclaimed say A niceproud foole one that disdaineth me One that can loue another and despise my selfe One that can looke on me and not adore me One that can so defend him from my looke That he dies not for loue And I that should See him as I haue many more ere this An humble suppliant before my feete Am humble suppliant at his feete my selfe Then such a rage at him possesseth mee That I disdain my thoughts should think on him Mine eyes should looke on him His verie name And all my loue I worse then death do hate Then would I haue him the wofulst wight aliue And with these hands then could I kill the wretch Thus hate and loue spight and desire make warre I that haue bene till now tormenting flame To thousand harts must languish now my selfe And in my ill know others wretchednesse I that so many years in cities streets courts Haue bene inuincible to worthy friends Mocking their many hopes their great desires Now conquered am with silly rusticke loue Of a base shepherds brat Oh aboue all Wretched Corisca now What shall I do To mitigate this amorous furious rage Whilst other women haue a heape of loues I haue no other but Mirtillo onely Am I not stoutly furnished Oh thousand times Ill-counsell'd foole that now reduced art Into the pouertie of one sole loue Corisca was ne're such a foole before What 's faith what 's constancy but fables fain'd By iealous men and names of vanitie Simple women to deceiue Faith in a womans hart If faith in any womans hart there bee Can neither vertue nor yet goodnesse bee But hard necessitie of loue a wretched law Of beautie weake that pleaseth onely one Because she is not gracious in the eyes of more A beautious Nymphe sought too by multitudes Of worthy louers if she be content With onely one and all the rest despise Either she is no woman or if so she be She is a foole What 's beautie worth vnseene Or seene vnsought or sought too but of one The more our louers be the greater men The surer pledge haue we in this vild world That we are creatures glorious and rare The goodly splendor of a beautious Nymphe Is to haue many friends So in good Townes Wise men euer doo It is a fault A foolish tricke all to refuse for one What one cannot many can well performe Some serue some giue some fit for other vse So in the Citie louely Ladies do Where I by wit and by example too Of a great Lady learnd the Art of loue Corisca would she say Let thy Louers and thy garments be alike Haue many vse weare but one and change often Too much conuersing breedeth noysomenesse And noysomenesse despight which turnes to hate We cannot worser do then fill our friends Let them go hungry rather from thee still So did I alwaies alwaies louing store One for my hand an other for mine eye The best I euer for my bosome kept None for my heart as neare as ere I could And now I know not how Mirtillo comes Me to torment now must I figh and worse Sigh for my selfe deceiuing no man else Now must I robbe my limmes of their repose Mine eyes of sleepe and watch the breake of day Now do I wander through these shadow'd woods Seeking the footsteps of my hated loue What must Corisca do shall I entreat him No my hate not giues me leaue I le giue him o're Nor will my loue consent What shall I do Prayers and subtilties I will attempt I will bewray my loue but not as mine If this preuaile not then I le make disdaine Finde out a memorable huge reuenge Mirtillo if thou canst not like my loue Then shalt thou trie my hate And Amarillis Thou shalt repent thou er'e my riuall wer 't Well to your costs you both shall quickly proue What rage in her can do that thus doth loue Sce. 4. Titirus Montanus Damaetas SO helpe me Gods I know I now do speake To one that vnderstands more then I do These Oracles are still more doubtfull then We take them for their words are like to kniues Which taken by the hafts are fit for vse But by the edges held they may do harme That Amarillis as you argue is By the high heauenly Destenies elected for Arcadiaes vniuersall health who ought More to desire or to esteeme the same Then I that am her fatherâ— but when I regard That which the Oracle foretold ill do the signes Agree with our great hopes since loue should then Vnite how falls it out he slies from her How can hate and despight bring forth loues fruite Ill could he contradict had heau'ns ordain'd it But since he doth contrary it t' is cleare Heauens do not will for if so they would That Amarillis should be Siluioes wise A Louer not a Huntsman him they would haue made Mon. Do you not see he is a child as yet He hath attain'd scarcely to eighteene yeares All in good time he may yet taste of loue Tit. Taste of a beast hee le neueuer woman like Mon. Many things alter in a yong mans heart Tit. But alwaies loue is naturall to youth Mon. It is vnnaturall where yeares do want Ti. Loue alwaies slowres in our green time of age Mon. It doth but flowere t' is quite without all fruit Ti. With timely flowres loue euer brings forth fruit Hither I came not for to ieast Montane Nor to contend with you But I the
father am Of a deare onely child and if 't be lawfull so to say A worthy child and by your leaue of many sought Mon. Titirus if the Destenies haue not ordain'd This marriage yet the faith they gaue on earth Bindes them vntoo 't which if they violate They violate their vow to Cinthia Who is enrag'd gainst vs how much thou knowst But for as much as I discouer can The secret counsailes of th' eternall powers This knot was knit by th' and of Desteny All to good end will sort be of good cheere I 'le tell you now a dreame I had last night I sawe a thing which makes my auncient hope Reuiue within my heart more then before Tit. Dreames in the end proue dreames but what saw you Mon. Do you remember that same wofull night When swelling Ladon oueâ—flowd his bankes So that the fishes swam where birds did breed And in moment did the rauenous floud Take men and beasts by heapes and heards away Oh sad remembrance in that very night I lost my child more deare then was my heart Mine onely child in cradle warmly laid Liuing and dead dearely belou'd of me The Torrent tooke him hence ere we could prooue To giue him succour being buried quite In terrour sleepe and darknesse of the night Nor could we euer find the cradle where he lay By which I gesse some whirlpit swallowd both Tit. Who can gesse otherwise and I remember now You told me of this your mishap before A memorable misaduenture sure And you may say you haue two sonnes begot One to the woods the other to the waues Mon. Perhaps the pitious heauens will restore My first sonnes losse in him that liueth yet Still must we hope now listen to my tale The time when light and darknesse stroue together This one for night that other for the day Hauing watcht all the night before with thought To bring this marriage to a happie end At last with length of wearinesse mine eyes A pleasing slumber closde when I this vision sawe Me thought I sat on famous Alfeus banke Vnder a leauy plane tree with a bayted hooke Tempting the fishes in the streame in midst Whereof there rose me thought an aged man His head and beard dropping downe siluer teares Who gently raught to me with both his hands A naked childe saying behold thy soone Take heed thou killst him not And with that word He diued downe againe When straight the skies Waxt blacke with cloudes threatning a dismall showre And I afraid the child tooke in mine armes Crying ah heauens and will you in an instant then Both giue and take away my child againe When on the sudden all the skie waxt cleare And in the Riuer sell a thousand bowes And thousand arrowes broken all to shiuers The body of the plane tree trembled there And out of it there came a subtill voyce Which said Arcadia shal be faire againe So is the Image of this gentle dreame Fixt in my heart that still me thinkes I see 't But aboue all the curteous aged man For this when you me met I comming was Vnto the temple for to sacrifize To giue my dreames presage prosperous successe Tit. Our dreames are rather representments vaine Of Idle hopes then any things to come Onely daies thoughts made fables for the night Mon. The mind doth not sleepe euer with the flesh But is more watchfull then because the eyes Do not lead it a wandring where they goe Tit. Well of cur children what the heauens disposed haue Is quite vnknowne to vs but sure it is Yours gainst the law of nature feeles not loue And mine hath but the bond of his faith giu'n For her reward I cannot say she loues But well I wot she hath made many loue And t' is vnlike she tastes not that she makes So many taste Me thinkes shee 's alter'd much From that she was for full of sport and mirth Shee 's wont to be But t' is a grieuous thing To keepe a woman married and vnmarried thus For like a Rose that in some garden growes How daintie t' is against the Sunne doth rise Persuming with sweete odours round about Bidding the humming bees to honey feast But if you then neglect to gather it And suffer Titan in his middayes course To scorch her sides and burne her daintie seat Then ere Sun-set discoloured she falls And nothing worth vpon the shadow'd hedge Euen so a maid whom mothers care doth keepe Shuâ—â—ing her heart from amorous desires But if the piercing lookes of hungry louers eyes Come but to view her if she heare him sigh Her heart soone ope's her breast soone takes in loue Which if for shame she hide or feare containe The silent wretch in deepe desire consumes So fadeth beautie if that fire endure And leesing time good fortune 's lost be sure Mon. Be of good cheare let not these humane feares Confound thy spright let 's put our trust â—'th ' Gods And pray to them t' is meet for good successe Our children are their off-spring and be sure They will not see them lost that others keepe Go'w let vs to the Temple ioyntly goe And sacrifize you a hee Goat to Pan I a young Bull to mightie Hercules He that the heard makes thriue can therewithall Make him thriue that with the profits of his heard Hallowes the Altars Faithfull Dametas Go thou and fetch a young and louely Bu'l As anie 's in the heard and bring it by the mountaines way I at the Temple will attend for thee Tit. A he Goat bring Dametas from my heard Exeunt Mon. Titt Da. Both one and other I will well performe I pray the Gods Montane thy dreame do sort Vnto as good an end as thou dost hope I know remembrance of thy sonne thou lost Inspires thee with a happie prophecie Sce. 5. Satir alone LIke frost to grasse like drought to gentle flowres Like lightning vnto corne like wormes to seeds Like nets to deere like lime to silly birds So to mankind is loue a cruell foe He that loue lik'ned vnto fire knew well His peâ—fidous and wicked kind For looke But on this fire how fine a thing it is But touch it and t' is then a cruell thing The world hath not a monster more to dread It rauens worse then beasts and strikes more deepe Then edged steele and like the winde it slies And where it planteth his imperious feet Each force doth yeeld all power giueth place Eu'n so this loue if we it but behold In two faire eyes and in a golden Tresse Oh how it pleaseth oh how then it seemes To breathe out ioy and promise largely peace But if you it approach and tempt it once So that it creepe and gather force in you Hircane no Tigres Liby no Lyons hath Nor poisonous wormes with teeth or stings so fierce That can surpasse or equall loues disease More dreadfull then is hell then death it selfe Sweete pitties foe the minister of rage And to conclude loue voyd
of any loue Why speake I thus of loue why blame him thus Is he the cause that the whole world in loue Or rather loue-dissembling sinneth so Oh womans treacherie that is the cause That hath begotten loue this infamy How euer loue be in his nature good With them his goodnesse suddenly he leeseth They neuer suffer him to touch their hearts But in their faces onely build his bowre Their care their pompe and all their whole delight Is in the barke of a bepainted face T' is not in them now faith with faith to grace And to contend in loue with him that loues Into two breasts diuiding but one will Now all their labour is with burnish'd gold To die their haire and tye it vp in curles Therein to snare vnwary louers in O what a stinking thing it is to see them take A Pencill vp and paint their bloudlesse cheekes Hiding the faults of nature and of time Making the pale to blush the wrinkled plaine The blacke seeme white faults mending with farre worse Then with a paire of pincers do they pull Their eye-browes till they smart againe But this is nothing though it be too much For all their customes are alike to these What is it that they vse which is not counterfeit Ope they their mouthes they lie mooue they their eyes They counterfeit their lookes If so they sigh Their sighes dissembled are In summe each act Each looke each gesture is a verie lie Nor is this yet the worst T' is their delight Them to deceiue eu'n most that trust them most And loue them least that are most worthy loue True faith to hate worser then death it selfe These be the trickes that make loue so peruerse Then is the fault faithlesse Corisca thine Or rather mine that haue beleeu'd thee so How many troubles haue I for thy sake sustaind I now repent nay more I am ashamed Louers beleeue me women once ador'd Are worser then the griefly powers of hell Strait by their valure vaunt they that they are The same you by your folly fashion them Let go these baseâ— sighes praiers and plaints Fit weapons for women and children onely Once did I thinke that praiers plaints and sighes Might in a womans heart haue stirred vp The flames of loue but rush I was deceiu'd Then if thou wouldst thy mistresse conquer leaue These silly toyes and close thou vp all loue Do that which loue and nature teacheth thee For modestie is but the outward vertue of A womans face Wherefore to handle her with modestie Is a meere fault she though she vse it loues it not A tender-harted Louer shalt thou not Corisca euer find me more but like a man I will assaile and pierce thee through and through Twise haue I taken thee and twise againe Thou hast escap'd I know not how my hands But if thou com'st the third time in my reach I 'le fetter thee for running then away T'hart wont to passe these woods I like a hound Will hunt thee out Oh what a sweet reuenge I meane to take I meane to make thee proue What t' is vniustly to betray thy Loue. Exit Chorus Oh high and puissant law writ rather borne Within loues mightie brest Whose euer swet and louely louing force Towards that good which we vnseene suborne Our harts doth pull and wills doth wrest And eu'n natures selfe to it doth force Not onely our fraile corpce Whose sence scarce sees is borne and dies againe As daily houres waxe and waine But eu'n inward causes hidden seeds That moues and gouernes our eternall deeds If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties still And if within as farre as Sunne doth see To 'th mightie Moone and starres Titanian fame A liuing spright doth fill With his male â—alew this same vast degree If thence mans of spring bee The plants haue life and beasts both good and bad Whether the earth be clad With floures or nipt haue her ill-feathered wing It still comes from thine euersting spring Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortall wights From whence starres gentle now strait fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or mishaps attire From whence lifts frailest lights The houre of birth haue or of death the bound That which makes rise or else pullâ— downe In their disturbd affects all humane will And giuing seemes or taking still Fortune to whom the world would this were giuen All from thy soueraigne bountie is deriuen Oh word ineuitably true and sure If it thy meaning is Arcadia shall after so many woes Finde out new rest and peace new life procure If the fore-told on blisse Which the great Oracle did erst expose Of the faire fatall marriage rose Proceed from thee and in thy heau'nly minde Her fixed place doth finde If that same voice do not dissemble still Who hinders then the working of thy will See loues and pitties foe awayward swaine A proud and cruell youth That comes from heauen and yet with heau'n contends See then another Louer faithfull in vaine Battring a harts chast truth VVho with his flames perhaps thy will offends The lesse that he attends Pittie to 's plâ—ints reward to his desart More straungely flames in faith his hart Fatall this beautie is to him that it high prizeth Being destenied to him that it despizeth Thus in it selfe alas diuided stands This heauenly power And thus one fate another iustles still Yet neither conquered is neither commaunds False humane hopes that towre And plant a siege to th' Elementall hill Rebellious vnto heauens will Arming poore thoughts like giant fooles againe Louers and no Louers vine VVho would haue thought loue and disdaine blind things Should mount aboue the soueraigne starry wings But thou that standst aboue both starres fate And with thy wit diuine Great mouer of the skies dost them restraine Behold we thee beseech our doubtfull state VVith desteny combine And fathers louing zeale loue and disdaine Mixe flame and frozen vaine Let them that shund to loue now learne to loue Let not that other mone Ah let not others blindest folly thus Thy gently promisde pittie take from vs. But who doth know perhaps this same that seemes An vnauoydable mischieuous estate May proue right fortunate How fond a thing it is for mortall sight To search into the Eternall sunnes high light An end of the first Act. Act. 2. Scene 1. Ergasto. Mirtillo HOw I haue searcht alongst the riuers side About the meadowes fountains and the hils To find thee out which now I haue the gods be prais'd Mir. Ah that thy newes Ergasto may deserue This haste But bringst thou life or death Er. This though I had I would not giue it thee That do I hope to giue thee though I haue it not As yet But fie thou must not suffer griefe To ouerthrow thy sences thus Liue man and hope But to the purpose of my comming now Ormino hath a sister knowst her not A tall big wench a
time she made Elidis blest With her sweet count'nance she liberall was Of pleasing lookes to mee But thereof did My cruell fates robbe me so sodeinly That I perceiu'd it not till they were gone Whē I drawne by the power of her beauteous looke Leauing my home came hither where thou knowst My father had this poore habitacle But now the day that with so faire a spring began Come to his western bound thunders lightēs out Ah then I saw these were true signes of death Now had alas my tender father felt My not-foreseene departure and orecome With griefe fell sicke nigh hand to death Whereby I was constrained to returne Ah that returne prooued the fathers health But deadly sicknesse to the sonne for in short time I languished and pined quite away Which held me from the time the sunne had left The bull vntill his entry into Capricorne And so had still had not my pitious father sought For counsaile to the Oracle which said Onely Arcadia could restore my health So I returnd to see her that can heale My bodies griefe O Oracles false lye But makes my soule sicke euerlastingly Er. Strange tale thou telst Mirtillo though't be true The onely health to one that 's desperate Is to dispaire of health And now t' is time I goe communicate with our Corisca Go to the fountaine you there stay for me I le make what haste I can Mir. Goe happily The heauens Ergasto quith thy curtesie Sce. 2. Dorindo Lupino Siluio O Fortunate delight and care of my Faire spightfull Siluio Ah that I were As deare vnto thy cruell maister as thou art Happie Metampo he with that white hand That nippes my heart thee softly stroking feeds With thee all day and all the night he is Whilst I that loue him so sigh still in vaine And that which greeues me worst he giues thee still Kisses so sweete that had I one of them I should goe blest away I cannot choose But kisse Melampo Now if th'appie starres Of loue sent thee to me bcause thou shouldst Find out his steps Go'w whither me great loue Thee nature teacheth But I heare a horne Sound in these woods Sil Vo ho ho Melampo ho Do. If my desire deceiue me not that is the voice O my beloued Siluio that call his dogge He hath our labour sau'd Sil. Vohoho Melampo ho. Do. Doubtlesse t 's he happie Dorinda heauens Haue sent him whom thou soughtst t' is best I put The dogge aside so may I win his loue Lupino Lu. What 's your will Do. Go hide thy selfe In that same thicke and take the dogge with thee Lu. I goe Do. And stirre not till I call Lu. No more I will Do. Go soone Lu. And call you soone least hunger make The dogge beleeue I am a shoulder of mutton and so fall too Do. Go get you hence hen-hearted wretch Sil. O wretched me whither shall I goe To follow thee my deere my faithfull dogge The dales the mountaines I haue sought with care All weary now I am Curst be the beast Thou didst pursue But see a Nymphe perhaps She can tell newes of him Out vpon her T' is she that 's still so troublesome to me I must dissemble Faire and gracious Nymphe Did you my good Melampo see to day Do. I faire good Siluio can you call me faire That am not faire a whit vnto your eyes Sil. Or faire or soule did you not see my dogge Answere to this or I am quickly gone Do. Stil thou art froward vnto her that thee adores Who would beleeue that in that smooth aspect Were harboured such rugged thoughts Thou through These sauage woods and rocky hills pursu'st A beast that flies thee and consum'st thy selfe In tracing out thy greyhounds steps and me Thou shunst and dost disdaine that loues thee so Ah leaue these does that runne so fast away Take hold of me thy preordained pray Sil. Nymphe I Melampo came to seeke not to loose time Farewell Do. Do not so shun me cruell Siluio I 'le tell thee newes of thy Melampo man Sil. Thouiests Dorinda Do. Siluio I protest By that deare loue that me thy handmaid makes I know where thy Melampo is that courst the doe Sil. How did he leese her Do. Both dog and doe are in my power Sil. Both in your power Do. Why doth it grieue you then That I them hold that do adore you so Sil. Deare Dorinda quickly giue me him Do. See wau'ring child am I not fortunate When a beast and a dogge can make me deare to thee Sil. Good reason too but yet her I le deceiue Do. What will you giue me Sil. Two guilded apples Which my mother gaue me yesterday Do. I want no apples and perhaps I could Thee better-tasted giue didst thou not thus Disdaine my gifts Sil. What wouldst thou haue a kid A lambe Ah but my father giues me no such leaue Do. Nor kids nor lambes do I desire it is thy loue My Siluio which I seeke Sil. Wilt thou nought but my loue Do. Nought else Sil. I giue it thee Now my deare Nymph Giue me my dog and doe Do. Ah that thou knewst That treasures worth whereof thou seemst so liberall Or that thy heart did answere to thy tongue Sil. Heare me faire Nymphe thou euer telst me of A certaine loue I know not what it is Thou dost desire I should thee loue and so I do As farre forth as I can or vnderstand Thou callst me cruell and I know not crueltie Do. Wretched Dorinda how hast thou plast thy hopes In beautie feeling ne're a sparke of loue Thou louely boy art such a fire to me And yet burnes not thy selfe Thee vnder humane shape O◠daintie mother did the Cyprian dame Bring forth thou hast his arrowes and his fire Well knowe my breast both burnt and wounded too Get but hi◠wings vnto thy shoulders and New Cupia shal◠thou be wer 't not thy hear◠Is made of rocky frozen Isy shelfe Thou wantedst naught of loue but loue it selfe Sil. Tell me what kind of thing is this same loue Do. If in thy face I looke oh louely boy Then is this loue a paradize of ioy But if I turne and view my spirit well Then t' is a flame of deepe infernall hell Sil. Nymphe no more words giue me my dog and doe Do. Nay giue me first the loue you promised Sil. Haue I not giu'n it what a stirre is here Her to cnntent take it do what thou wilt Who doth forbid thee what wouldst thou haue more Do. Thou sow'st thy seed in sand wretched Dorinda Sil. What would you haue why do you linger thus Do. As soone as you haue got what you desire Perfidious Siluio you are gone from me Sil. No trust me Nymph Do. Giue me a pledge Sil. What pledge Do. I dare not tell Sil. And why Do. I am asham'd Sil. Are you asham'd to speake and not asham'd It to receiue Do. If you will promise me To giue it I will tell
shall broken bee So worse then death I hold inconstancie Co. O braue exploit Louer magnanimous Like an enraged beast or sencelesse rocke There cannot be a greater damned plague More mortall poyson to a soule in loue Then is this faith Vnhappie is that heart That let it selfe be guld with vaine fantasâ—nes Of this erronious and vnseasonable Disturber of these amorous delights Tell me poore man with this thy foolish vertue of constancie What lou'st thou in her that doth thee despise Lou'st thou the beautie that is none of thine The ioy thou hast not the pittie thou wantst The reward thou dost not hope for if thou deem'st right Thou lou'st thine ill thy grief thy very death Th' art mad to hunt thus that thou canst not haue Lift vp thy selfe Mirtillo happily thou wantst â—ome choise of friends thou finds none to thy mind Mir. More deare to me is paine for Amarillis Then any ioy a thousand else can giue If me my fates forbid her to enioy For me then die all other kinds of ioy I fortunate in any other kinde of loue No though I would I could not Nor though I could I would not And if I thought in any time henceforth My will would wish or power obtaine the same I would desire of heau'n and loue at once Both will and power might quite be ta'ne away Co. Wilt thou then die for her that thee disdaines Mir. Who pitie not expects doth feare no paines Co. Do not deceiue thy selfe perhaps thou think'st Shee doth dissemble in this deepe despight And that she loues thee well for all this showe Oh that thou knewst what vnto me shee euer sayes Mir. All these are trophees of my truest faith With which I will triumph ouer her cruell will Ouer my paines and my distressed chance Ouer worlds fortune and ouer death it selfe Co. What would he do did he but know her loue How I bewaile thee wretched phrensie man Tell me didst thou e're any loue besides Mir. She was my first and she my last shall be Co. For ought that I can see you neuer try'd Loue but in cruell moodes but in disdaine Oh if you had but prou'd him one time kind Proue him but so you shal see how sweet a thing It is t' enioy a gratefull Nymph sheel 'e you adore Shee 'le make your Amarillis bitter to your taste How deare a thing it is wholy to haue What you desire and be nought bard thereof Here your Nymph sigh to coole your scalding sighs And after say my deere all that you see is yours If I be faire I am onely faire for you Onely for you I cherish these my cheekes My lockes my brest your deare hearts onely lodge But this alasâ—e is but a brooke to that Great Sea of sweets which we in loue might taste Which none can vtter saue by proofe Mir. Thousand times blest that vnder such a star is borne Co. Here me Mirtillo how like I was t' haue said My heart a Nymph as gentle as the winde Doth blow vpon with haire of glistering gold As worthy of your loue as you of hers Praise of these woods loue of a thousand hearts By worthy youthes in vaine sollicited You onely loues more then her heart her life If you be wise do not dispise her then She like a shadow to thy selfe will be A faithfull follower of thy footsteps euer One at thy word obedient at thy becke All houres of day and night at thy commaund Do not forsake this rare aduenture then No pleasure in this earth so sweet as this It will not cost a teare no not a sigh A ioy accommodated to thy will A sweetnesse temp'red sweetly to thy taste Is 't not a treasure worth the hauing man Leaue then the feet of flying hopelesse trace And her that followes thee scorne not t' embrace I feed you not with hopes of vanitie If you desire to see her you shall see her straight Mir. My hart 's no subiect for these loues delights Co. Proue it but once and then returne againe Vnto thy sollitary griefe so may'st thou see What are those ioyes that in loues pleasures bee Mir. A taste corrupted pleasant things abhors Co. Be not you cruel yet to rob her life That on your eye depends you know what t' is To beg with pouertie if you desire Pitie your selfe do it not her denie Mir. What pitie can he giue that none can get In summe I am resolu'd whilst here I liue To keepe my faith to her how ere she proue Cruell or pitifull or how she will Co. Oh truly blind vnhappie sencelesse man To whom preseru'st thou faith trust me I am loth T' augment thy griefe but for the loue I beare thee I cannot choose Thinkst Amarillis is vnkind For zeale she to religion beares Or vnto chastitie Thou art a foole The roome is occupied and thou must weepe Whilst others laugh What now th' art dumbe Mir. Now stands my life in midst twixt life and death Whilst I in doubt do stand if to beleeue Or not beleeue this makes me so amaz'd Co. You 'le not beleeue me then Mir. Oh if I do Straight shall you see my miserable end Co. Liue wretched man liue and reuenged bee Mir. Oh no it is not true it cannot bee Co. Well there 's no remedie I must rehearse That which will vexe thy heart Seest thou that caue That is the true custodian of her faith And her religion There thee to scorne she laughes There with thy torments doth she sauce the ioyes Of thy thrise happie riuall There to be plaine Thy faithfull Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the armes of a base shepheard slaue Go sigh preserue thy faith there 's thy reward Mir. Dost thou tell true Corisca may I beleeue thee Co. The more thou seek'st the worse thou findest still Mir. But hast thou seene this thing Corisca Co. I haue not seen 't yet may'st thou if thou wilt For euen this day is order ta'ne this houre That they may meete Hide thee but somewhere here And thou shalt see her first go in then he Mir. Then comes my death Co. See where she comes Softly descending by the Temples way Seest thou her Do not her stealing feete bewray her stealing heart Attend thou here and thou shalt see th' effect Mir. Since I am here the truth I now will see Till then my life and death suspended bee Sce. 7. Amarillis LEt neuer mortall enterprise be ta'ne in hand Without this heauenly counsell halfe confusde And doubtfull was my heart when I went hence Vnto the Temple whence thankes be to heauen I do well comforted and well dispos'd returne Me thought to my pure prayers and deuout I felt a spright celestiall mooue within me Hartning my thoughts that as it were did say What fear'st thou Amarillis be assurd So will I goe assur'd heau'ns be my guide Fauour faire Mother of loue her pure desseignes That on thy succour onely doth depend Queene of the triple skie if
what great offence Haue I committed that I worthy am With my poore off-spring for to warre with heauen If I offended haue oh yet my sonne What hath he done you cannot pardon him O Iupiter the great disdainfull blast Would quickly suffocate my aged sence But if thy thunder bolts will not my weapons shall The dolorous example I le renew Of good Amyntas our beloued Priest My sonne amaz'd shall see his father slaine Ere I a father will go kill my sonne Die thou Montane t is onely sit for thee O powers I cannot say whether of heauen or hell That agitooke with griefe dispairefull mindes Behold your fury thus it pleaseth you I nought desire saue onely speedie death A poore desire my wretched life to end Some comfort seemes to my sad spright to send Ca. Wretched old man as greater flames do dimme The lesser lights euen so the sorrow I Do of thy griefe conceiue hath put out mine Thy case alone deserueth pittie now Act. 5. Sce. 6. Tireme Mon. Carino SOftly my sonne and set thy feet secure Thou must vphold me in this rugged way Thou art my bodies eye I am thy mindes And when thou com'st before the Priest there stay Mon. Is 't not the reuerend Tirenio which I see Who blind on earth yet seeth all in heauen Some great thing moues him thus these many years I sawe him not out of his holy Cell Ca. God grant he bring vs happie newes Mon. Father Tirenio what 's the newes with you You from the temple how comes this to passe Tire To you I come for news yet bring you news How oft blind eyes do aide the inward sight The whilst the minde vntraueld with wilde sights Withdrawes into it selfe and Linceus eyes Doth set a worke in sightlesse sences blinde We may not Montane passe so lightly ore The vnexpected things that heauenly mixture temps with humane Because the Gods do not conuerse on earth Nor partly hold with mortall men at all But all these workes so great so wonderfull Which the blind world to blinder chance ascribes Is nothing but ce'estiall counsell talke So speake th' eternall powers amongst themselues Whose voices though they touch not deafened eares Yet do they â—ound to hearts that vnderstand O foure ô six times happy he that vnderstands it well The good Nicander as thou didst command Stayes to conduct the holy sacrifice But I retaind him by an accident That 's newly falne the which I know not all Vnwonted and confus'd twixt hope and feare Dulleth my sence I cannot vnderstand and yet the lesse I comprehend the more I do conceiue Mon. That which you know not wretch I know too well But tell me can the Fates hide ought from thee That piercest to the deep'st of Destinies Tire If sonne the vse diuine of light propheticall Were natures gift and not the gift of heauen Then might'st thou see as well as I that Fates Secrets sometime denie our working mindes This onely t is that makes me come to thee That I might better be inform'd who t is That is discouered father to the youth That 's doom'd to die if I Nicander vnderstand Mon. That father you desire to know am I. Tire You father of our Goddesse sacrifice Mon. I am the wretched father of that wretched sonne Tire Of that same faithfull shepheard that to giue Life to an other giues himselfe to death Mon. His that by death giueth an other life Yet by that death kills him that gaue him life Tire And is this true Mon. Behold my witnesse here Ca. That which he saith is true Tire And who art thou Ca. I am Carino his father thought till now Ti. Is this the childe the floud so bare away Mon. The very same Ti. And for this then dost thou Montanus call thy selfe a wretched father O monstrous blindnesse of these earthly mindes In what a darke profound and mystie night Of errors be they drowned when thou O heauenly sonne Dost not enlighten them Montanus thou Art blinder in thy minde then I of eyes That dost not see thy selfe the happiest father And dearest to the gods that euer yet did child beget This was the secret which the Fates did hide This is that happy day with so much bloud So many teares we did expect This is the blâ—ssed end of our distresse O thou Montanus turne into thy selfe How is the famous Oracle forgot Printed i' the hearts of all Arcadâ—a No end there is for that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite The teares of ioyeâ— so satisfie my heart I cannot vtter it No end there iâ— No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auntient fault of that false wight A faithfull shepheards pitie make amends Tell me Montanus is not this thy sonne Heauens issue is not Amarillis so Who hath vnited them but onely loue Siluio by parents force espowsed was To Amarillis whom he hated still If thou the rest examine you shall plainly see The fatall voyce onely Mirtillo ment For since Amyntas chance where haue we seene Such faith in loue that might coequall this Who since Amyntas willing was to die For any Nymph onely Mirtill except This is that faithfull Shepheards pitie which deserues To cancell that same auncient error of Lucrine With this deed is the heauens ire appeaz'd Rather then with the sheading humane bloud Rendring vnto th' eternall iustice that Which female treacherie did take away Hence t' was no sooner he vnto the temple came There to renew his vow but straight did cease All those prodigious signes now did The holy Image sweat out bloud no more Nor shooke the ground nor any noise nor stinch Came from the Caue saue gracious harmony And odours O sweet mightie prouidence O heauenly Cods had I all words all hearts All to thy honour would I consecrate But to my power I le render you your due Behold vpon my knees ô heauenly powers I praise your name how much am I oblig'd That you haue let me liue vntill this day An hundred yeares I haue alreadie worne And neuer yet was life so sweet as now I but begun to to liue now am I borne againe Why leese I time with words that vnto deeds is due Helpe me vp sonne without thee can I not Vpraise these weake and feeble members sonne Mon. Tirenio hath wak't such ioy in me Vnited yet with such a myracle As I scarce feele I ioy nor can my soule Confounded shewe me high reteined mirth O gracious pitie of the highest Gods O fortunate Arcadia ô earth More happie then all earths beneath the sunne So deare's thy good I haue forgot mine owne And my beloued sonnes whom twise I lost And twise againe haue found these seeme a drop To the huge waues of thy great good ô dreame O blessed dreame celestiall vision rather Arcadia now thou waxest bright againe Ti. Why stay we Montane now heauens not expect A sacrifice of rage but