when I wisely aime At greatest honours if I may deserve'm Not for ambition but for my Countryes good And in that vertue all the rest doe dwell In lesser dignities I want a name And when I am not over patient To put up such grosse wrongs as call me coward But can be angry yet in that observe What cause hath mov'd my anger and with whom Looke that it be not suddaine nor too thirsty Of a revenge nor violent nor greater Then the offence know my time when where I must be angry and how long remaine so Then then you may surname me Mansâ—…ude When in my carriage and discourse I keepe The meane that neither flatters nor offends I am that vertue the well nurtur'd Court Gives name and should doe being Courtesy Twixt fly dissembling and proud arrogance I am the vertue time calls daughter Truth Give me my sword and ballance rightly swayd And Iustice is the Title I deserve When on this stage I come with innocent wit And jests that have more of the sait then gall That move the laughter and delight of all Without the griefe of one free chast conceits Not scurrile base obscene illâ—…berall Or contumelious slanders I am then The vertue they have term'd Vrbanity To whom if your least countenance may appeare She vowes to make her constant dwelling here My daughters now are come The Song SCEN. 2. The Masque wherein all the Vertues dance together Mediâ—… You have seene all my daughters Gentlemen Chuse you wives hence you that are Batchelors Can finde no better And the married too May wed 'em yet not wrong their former wives Two may have the same wife and the same man May wed two Vertues yet no Bigamie He that weds most is chastest These are all The daughters of my wombe I have five more The happy Issue of my Intellect And thence syrnam'd the intellectuall Vertues They now attend not on their Mothers train We hope they Act in each spectators braine I have a Necce besides a beauteous one My daughters deare companion louely Friendship A royall Nymph her we present not to It is a vertue we expect from you Exit cum Chorocantantium SCEN. 3. Bird. O Sister what a glorious traine they be Flow They seeme to mee the Family of Love But is there such a Glasse good Roscius Rosci There is sent hither by the great Apollo Who in the worlds bright eye and every day Set in his Car of light survaies the earth From East to West who finding every place Fruitfull in nothing but fantastique follies And most ridiculous humors as he is The God of Physique thought it appertain'd To him to finde a cure to purge the earth Of ignorance and sinne two grand diseases And now grown Epidemicall many Receits He thought upon as to have planted Hellebore In every Garden But none pleas'd like this He takes out water from the Muses spring And sends it to the North there to be freez'd Into a Christall That being done he makes A Mirror with it and instills this vertue That it should by reflection shew each man All his deformities both of soule and body And cure 'em both Flow. Good Brother le ts goe see it Saints may want something of perfection Rosc. The Glasse is but of one daies continuance For Pluto thinking if it should cure all His Kingdome would grow empty for 't is sin That Peoples hell went to the fates and bid 'em Spin it too short a thred for every thing As well as man is measur'd by their spindle They as they must obey gave it a thread No longer then the Beast's of Hyppanis That in one day is spun drawne out and cut But Phoebus to require the black Gods envy Will when the Glasse is broke transfuse her vertue To live in Comedy If you meane to see it Make hast Flow. We will goe post to reformation Exeunt Ros. Nor is the Glasse of so short life I feare As this poore labour our distrustfull Author Thinkes the same Sun that rose upon her cradle Will hardly set before her funerall Your gratious and kind acceptance may Keepe her alive from death or when shee s dead Raise her again and spin her a new thread SCEN. 4. Enter Flowrdew and Bird. Flow. This ignorance even makes religion sin Sets zeale upon the rack and stretches her Beyond her length Most blessed Looking-glassâ—… That didst instruct my blinded eyes to day I might have gone to hell the Narrow-way Bird. Hereafter I will visit Comedies And see them oft they are good exercises I 'le teach devotion now a milder temper Not that it shall loose any of her heat Or Purity but henceforth shall be such As shall burne bright although not blaze so much Exeâ—…nt EPILOGVS Roscius solus Y'Have seen The Muses Looking-glasse Ladyes fair And Gentle-youths And others too who ere Have fill'd this Orbe it is the end we meant Your selves unto your selves still to present A souldier shall himselfe in Hector see Grave Councellors Nestor view themselves in thee When Lucrece Part shall on our Stage appeare Every chast Ladie sees her shaddow there Nay come who will for our indifferent Glasses Will show both fooles and knaves and all their faces To vexe and cure them But we need not feare We doe not doubt but each one now that 's here That has a faire soule and a Beauteous face Will visit oft the Muses Looking-glasse FINIS AMYNTAS OR THE IMPOSSIBLE DOVVRY A PASTORALL ACTED before the KING QUEENE at White-Hall Written by THOMAS RANDOLPH Pastorem Tityre pingues Pascere oportet oves diductum dicere Carmen OXFORD Printed by Leonard Lichfield for Francis Bowman 1638. Drammatis Personae Pilumnus The high Priest of Ceres Father to Damon and Vrania Medorus Father to Laurinda Claius A wild Sylvan father to Amyntas and Amaryllis Corymbus An under Priest Two Rivalls in Laurinda's Love Damon Alexis Amyntas A mad Sheapheard Laurinda A wavering Nymph Vrania A sad Nymph enamoured on Amyntas Amarillis A distressed sheapheardesse in love with Damon Thestylis An old Nymph sister to Claius Iocastus A fantastique sheapherd fairy Knight Bromius His man a blunt Clowne Mopsus A foolish Augur enamoured on Thestylis Dorylas A knavish boy Echo Chorus of Priests Chorus of Sheapheards Chorus of Nymphs Quorum fit mentio Philaebus Lalage Mycon The Scene Sicilie in the holy Vale. The time an Astrologicall day from Noone to Noone PROLOGVS Nymph Shepheard Nym. I Le speak the Prologue Sheap Then you doe mee wrong Nym. Why dare your Sexe compare with ours for Tongue Sheap A Female Prologue Nym. Yes as well as Male. Shep. That 's a new trick Nym. And t'other is as stale Shep. Men are more eloquent then women made Nym. But women are more powrfull to perswade Shep. It seemes so for I dare no more contend Nym. Then best give ore the strife and make an end Sheap I will not yeeld Nym. Shall we divide it then Sheap You to the Woemen speak Nym. You
persons O impudence Flow. It was a zealous prayer I heard a Brother make concerning Play-houses Bird. For Charity what is it Flow. That the Globe Wherein quoth he reigns a whole world of vice Had been consum'd The Phoenix burnt to Ashes The Fortune whipt for a blind whore Blackfriers He wonders how it scapd demolishing I' th' time of reformation lastly he wish'd The Bull might crosse the Thames to the Bear-garden And there be soundly baited Bird. A good prayer Flow. Indeed it something pricks my Conscience I come to sell 'em Pins and Looking-glasses Bird. I have their custome too for all their feathers 'T is fit that we which are sincere Professors Should gain by Infidels SCE. 2. Enter Roscius a Player Mr Roscius we have brought the things you spake for Rosc. Why t is well Flow. Pray sir what serve they for Rosc. We use them in our Play Bird. Are you a Player Rosc. I am Sir what of that Bird. And is it lawfull Good sister le ts convert him will you use So fond a calling Flow. And so impious Bird. So irreligious Flow. So unwarrantable Bird. Only to gain by vice Flow. To live by sinne Rosc. My spleene is up And live not you by sinne Take away vanity and you both may break What serves your lawfull trade of selling pins But to joynt gew-gawes and to knit together Gorgets strips neck-cloths laces ribbands ruffs And many other such like toyes as these To make the Baby Pride a pretty Puppet And you sweet Featherman whose ware though light Oreweighs your Conscience what serves your Trade But to plume folly to give Pride her wings To deck vain-glory spoiling the Peacocks tayle T' adorne an Idiots Coxcombe O dull ignorance How ill 't is understood what we doe meane For good and honest They abuse our Scene And say we live by vice Indeed t is true As the Physitians by diseases doe Only to cure them They doe live we see Like Cookes by pamp'ring prodigality Which are our fond accusers On the stage We set an Vsurer to tell this age How ugly looks his soule A prodigall Is taught by us how farre from liberall His folly bears him Boldly I dare say There has been more by us in some one Play Laugh't into wit and vertue then hath been By twenty tedious Lectures drawn from sinne And foppish humours Hence the cause doth rise Men are not wonn by th' eares so well as eyes First see what we present Flow. The sight is able To unsanctify our eyes and make 'em Carnall Rosc. Will you condemne without examination Bird. No Sister let us call up all our zeale And try the strength of this temptation Satan shall see we dare defie his Engines Flow. I am content Rosc. Then take your places here I will come to you And moralize the plot Flow. That moralizing I doe approve it may be for instruction SCE. 3. Enter a deformed fellow Defor Roscius I heare you have a new Play to day Rosci We want not you to play Mephostopholis A pretty naturall vizard Defor What have you there Rosci A Looking-glasse or two Defor What things are they Pray let me see them Heaven what sights are here I a've seene a Divell Looking-glasses call you them There is no basilisque but a Looking-glasse Rosci T is your own face you saw Defor My own thou liest I 'de not be such a Monster for the world Rosci Look in it now with me what â—…eest thou now Defor An Angell and a Divell Rosci Look on that Thou callst an Angell mark it well and tell me Is it not like my face Defor As t were the same Rosci Why so is that like thine Dost thou not see 'T is not the glasse but thy deformitie That makes this ugly shape if they be fayre That view the Glasse such the reflections are This serves the body The soule sees her face In Comedy and has no other Glasse Defor Nay then farewell for I had rather see Hell then a Looking-glasse or Comedie Exit Defor Rosci And yet me thinks if 't were not for this Glasse Wherein the forme of man beholds his grace We could not find another way to see How neere our shapes approach Divinitie Ladies let they who will your glasse deride And say it is an Instrument of Pride I will commend you for it there you see If yee be fayre how truly fayre yeebee Where finding beauteous faces I doe know You 'l have the greater care to keepe them so A heavenly vision in your beauty lyes Which nature hath denied to your own eyes Were it not pitty you alone should bee Debarr'd of that others are blest to see Then take your glasses and your selves enjoy The benefit of your selves it is no toy Though ignorance at slight esteeme hath set her That will preserve us good or make us better A Country slut for such she was though here i th City may be some as well as there Kept her hands clean for those being alwaies seene Had told her else how sluttish she had beene But â—…ad her face as nasty as the stall Of a fishmonger or a Vsurers Hall Daub'd oâ—…e with dirt One might have dar'd to say She was a true peice of Prometheus clay Not yet inform'd And then her unkemb'd haire Drest up with cobwebs made her hag-like stare One day within her paile for Country Lasses Faire Ladies have no other Looking-glasses She spied her uglinesse and faine she would Have blusht if through so much dirt she could Asham'd within that water that I say Which shew'd her filth she wash'd her filth away So Comedies as Poets doe intend them Serve first to shew our faults and then to mend them Vpon our Stage two glasses oft there be The Comick Mirrour and the Tragedie The Comick glasse is full of merry strife The low reflection of a Country life Grave Tragedy void of such homely sports Is the sad glasse of Cities and of Courts I 'le shew you both Thalia come and bring Thy Buskin'd sister that of Bloud doth â—…ing SCE. 4. Comedy Tragedy Mime Satyre Comed Why doe you stop goe on Trag. I charge him stay My robe of state Buskins and Crown of Gold Claime a priority Come Your Crown of Gold Is but the wreath of wealth 'T is mine of Lawrell Is vertues Diadem This grew greene and flourish'd When nature pittying poore mortalitie Hid thine within the bowells of the earth Men looking up to heaven found this that 's mine Digging to find out hell they li't on thine Trage. I know you'have tongue enough Come Besides my Birth-right Gives me the first possession Trag. How your Birth-right Come Yes sister Birth-right and a Crown besides Put on before the Altar of Apollo By his deare Priest Phenomoe she that first Full of her God rag'd in Heroique numbers Trag. How came it then the magistrate decreed A publique charge to furnish out my Chorus When you were faine t' appeare in rags and tatters And at your
only read These Poems here will strike that humour dead Which I should praise too but in them I see There is one blemish for he hath nam'd mee Else I 'le not think the Reader so distrest In wit but that he will admire the rest Concluding thence though in his forenoon-youth And what I now shall write is modest truth He knowes not him who doth so much excell That could so quickly doe so much so well OWEN FELTHAM Gent. On the death of Mr Randolph VVHen Donne and Beaumont dyed an Epitaph Some men I well remember thought unsafe And said they did presume to write unlesse They could their teares in their expression dresse But love makes me more bold and telles me I In humble termes to vent my piety May safely dare and reason thinks not fit For which I lov'd I now should feare that wit Respect lookes like a bargaine if confinde To rules precise and is more just then kinde If by a poiz'd and equall testament It turnes good-will into a covenant Must every present offer'd to a Prince Be just proportion'd to his eminence Or ought my Elegy unjust be thought Because I cannot mourne thee as I ought Such lawes as these if any be so bold Ought those unskilfull but proud soules to hold Who think they could and did at a due rate Love thee not mee whose love was passionate And hath decreed how ere the censure goe Thus much although but thus to let men know I doe admire no Comet did presage The mournfull period of thy wonder'd age Or that no Sybill did thy death fore tell Since that by it alone more ill befell The Laurell-God then when the day was come Wherein his Delphick-Oracle was dumbe In meaner wits that proverbe chance may hold That they which are soon ripe are seldome old But 't was a poore one and for thee unfit Whose infancy might teach their best years wit Whose talk was exemplary to their pains And whose discourse was tutor to their streines If thou wert serious then the audience Heard Platoe's works in Tullies eloquence If sad the mourners knew no thrifty size In teares but still cri'd out oh lend more eyes If merry then the juyce of Comedy Soe sweetned every word that we might see Each stander by having enough to doe To temper miâ—…th untill some friend could wooe Thee take the pains to write that so that pressure Checking thy soules quick motions some small leasure Might be obtain'd to make provision Of breath against the next Scen's action I could goe through thy works which will survive The funerall of time and gladly strive Beyond my power to make that love appeare Which after death is best seen in a teare But praising one I should dispraise the rest Since whatsoere thou didst was still the best Since then I am perswaded that in thee Wit at her acmie was and wee shall see Posterity not daring to aspire To equalize but only to admire Theâ—… as their archetype with thought of thee Henceforth I 'le thus enrich my memory While others count froâ—… Earth-quakes and great frost And say i' th' last deare yeare 't would thus much cost My time-distinctions this shall be among Since wits-decay or Randolph's death so long R. GOSTELOW Mr. A. Oxon. To the pious Memory of my deare Brother in-Law Mr Thomas Randolph REaders prepare your Fayth who truly tells His History must needs write miracles Hee lisp'd Wit worthy th'Presse as if that hee Had us'd his Cradle as a Librarie Some of these Fruits had birth when other Boyes His Elders play'd with Nuts Books were his Toyes Hee had not long of Playes Spectatour beene But his small Feete wore Socks fit for the Scene Hee was not like those costive Wits who blot A quire of paper to contrive a Plot. And e're they name it crosse it till it look Rased with wounds like an old Mercers Book What pleas'd this yeare is next in peices torne It suffers many deaths e're it be borne For Humours to lye leidger they are seene Oft in a Taverne and a Bowling-greene They doe observe each place and company As strictly as a Traveller or Spie And deifying dunghills seeme t' adore The scumme of people Watchman Changling Whore To know the vice and ignorance of all With any Ragges they 'le drink a pot of Ale Nay what is more a strange unusuall thing With Poets they will pay the reckoning And sit with patience an houre by th' Heeles To learne the Non-sence of the Constables Such Iig like flim-flams being got to make The Rabble laugh and nut-cracking forsake They goe Home if th' have any and there sit In Gowne and Night-cap looking for some wit E're they compose they must for a long space Be dieted as Horses for the race They must not Bacon Beefe or Pudding eate A jest may chance be starv'd with such grosse meate The Good Houre come and their Braine tun'd they write But slow as dying men their Wills indite They pen by drams and scruples from their quill Words although dreggy flow not but distill They staâ—…e and sowre their faces nay to vent The Braines they eate their fingers excrement And scratch their Heads as if they were about Their wit so hide bound is to pull it out Ev'ry bald speech though Comicall it bee To their rack'd members proves a Tragoedie When they have had the Counsell of some freind And of their begging Epilogue made an end Their Play salutes the world and claimes the Stage For its inheritance being now of Age. But while they pump't their Phansy day and night Hee nothing harder found then not to write No dyet could corrupt or mend his straine All tempers were the best to his sure Braine He could with raptures captivate the King Yet not endanger Button or Bandstring Poems from him gush'd out so readily As if they 'd only been in 's Memory Yet are they with as marble fancies wrought As theirs whose pen waits for the thirteenth thought They erre who say things quickly done soone fade Nature and Hee all in an Instant made Those that doe measure Fansies by the glasse And dote on such as cost more time may passe In rank with Gulls whom folly doth eâ—…tice To thinke that best which has the greatest price Who poreing on their Spungy Braine still squeeze Neglect the creame and only save the Lees. Stopping their flying quill they clip Fames wing Make Helicon a puddle that 's a Spring Nor was his Hast hood winkt his Rage was wise His Fury counsell had his rashnesse eyes Though hee as Engines arrowes shot forth wit Yet aim'd with all the proper marks to hit His Inke ne're stain'd the Surplice he doth right That sometimes takes a care to misse the White Hee turn'd no Scripture phrase into a jest Hee was inspir'd with raptures not possest Some Divelish Poets thinke their Muse does ill Vnlesse their verses doe prophane or kill They boldly write what I should feare to thinke Words that doe pale
if chast and holy Doe let in wit the Tongue doth let out folly 30 Pre. To all alike be curteous meeke and kind A winning carriage with indifferent mind But not familiar that must be exempt Groomes saucy love soone turnes into contempt Be sure he be at least as good as thee To whom thy freindship shall familiar bee 31 Pre. Iudge not between two freinds but rather see If thou canst bring them freindly to agree So shalt thou both their Loves to thee encrease And gaine a Blessing too for making Peace But if thou should'st decide the cause i' th' end How e're thou judge thou sure shalt loose a freind 32 Pre. Thy credit wary keepe 't is quickly gone Being got by many Actions lost by one 33 Pre. Vnto thy Brother buy not sell nor lend Such Actions have their own peculiar end But rather choose to give him if thou see That thou hast pow'er and hee necessitie 34 Pre. Spare in thy youth least Age should find thee poore When time is past and thou canst spare no more No coupl'd misery is so great in either As Age and Want when both doe meet together 35 Pre. Fly Dunkennesse whose vile incontinence Takes both away the reason and the sence Till with Circaean cups thy mind possest Leaves to be man and wholy turnes a Beast Thinke whilst thou swallowest the capacious Bowle Thou let'st in Seas to wrack and drown the soule That hell is open to remembrance call And thinke how subject drunkards are to Fall Consider how it soone destroyes the grace Of humane shape spoyling the beauteous face Puffing the cheekes blearing the curious eye Studding the face with vitious Heraldry What Pearles and Rubies doth the wine disclose Making the purse poore to enrich the Nose How does it nurse disease infect the heart Drawing some sicknesse into every part The stomack overcloyd wanting a vent Doth up againe resend her excrement And then ô see what too much wine can doe The very soule being drunke spews secrets too The Lungs corrupted breath contagious ayre Belching up fumes that unconcocted are The Braine o'rewarm'd loosing her sweet repose Doth purge her filthy ordure through the nose The veins doe boyle glutted with vitious food And quickly Fevers the distemper'd blood The belly swells the foot can hardly stand Lam'd with the Gout the Palsie shakes the Hand And through the flesh sick waters sinking in Doe bladder-like puffe up the dropsi'd skin It weaks the Braine it spoiles the memory Hasting on Age and wilfull Poverty It drownes thy better parts making thy name To foes a laughter to thy freinds a shame 'T is vertues poyson and the bane of trust The match of wrath the fuell unto lust Quite leave this vice and turne not to 't againe Vpon Presumption of a stronger braine For he that holds more wine then other can I rather count a Hogshead then a man 36 Pre. Let not thy Impotent lust so pow'rfull â—…ee Over thy Reason Soule and Liberty As to enforce thee to a marryed life E're thou art able to maintaine a wife Thou canst not feed upon her lips and face Shee cannot cloth thee with a poore imbrace My selfe being yet alone and but one still With patience could endure the worst of ill When fortune frownes one to the wars may goe To fight against his foes and fortunes too But ô the greife were trebled for to see Thy wretched Bride halfe pin'd with Povertie To see thy Infants make their dumb complaint And thou not able to releive their want The poorest begger when he 's dead and gone Is rich as he that sits upon the Throne But he that having no estate is wâ—…d Starves in his grave being wretched when he 's dead 37 Pre. If e're I take a wife I will have one Neither for beauty nor for portion But for her vertues and I 'le married bee Not for my lust but for posteritie And when I am wed I 'le never iealous bee But make her learne how to be chast by mee And be her face what 't will I 'le thinke her faire If shee within the house confine her care If modest in her words and cloths shee bee Not daub'd with pride and prodigalitie If with her neighbours shee maintaines no strife And beare her selfe to me a faithfull wife I 'de rather unto such a one be wed Then claspe the choicest Helen in my bed Yet though shee were an Angell my affection Should only love not dote on her perfection An Elegie LOve give me leave to serve thee and be wise To keepe thy torch in but restore blind eyes I will a flame into my bosome take That Martyrs Court when they embrace the stake Not dull and smoakie fires but heat divine That burnes not to consume but to refine I have a Mistresse for perfections rare In every eye but in my thoughts most faire Like Tapers on the Altar shine her eyes Her breath is the perfume of Sacrifice And where soe're my fancy would begin Still her perfection lets religion in I touch her like my Beads with devout care And come unto my Courtship as my Praier Wee sit and talke and kisse away the houres As chastly as the morning dews kisse flowers Goe wanton Lover spare thy sighs and teares Put on the Livery which thy dotage weares And call it Love where heresie gets in Zeal's but a coale to kindle greater sin Wee weare no flesh but one another greet As blessed soules in separation meet Wer't possible that my ambitious sin Durst commit rapes upon a Cherubin I might have lustfull thoughts to her of all Earths heav'nly Quire the most Angelicall Looking into my brest her forme I find That like my Guardian-Angell keeps my mind From rude attempts and when affections stirre I calme all passions with one thought of her Thus they whose reasons love and not their sence The spirits love thus one Intelligence Reflects upon his like and by chast loves In the same spheare this and that Angell moves Nor is this barren Love one noble thought Begets an other and that still is brought To bed of more vertues and grace increase And such a numerous issue ne're can cease Where Children though great blessings only bee Pleasures repriv'd to some posteritie Beasts love like men if men in lust delight And call that Love which is but appetite When essence meets with essence and soules joyne In mutuall knots that 's the true Nuptall twine Such Lady is my Love and such is true All other Love is to your Sexe not You. An Apologie for his false Prediction that his Aunt Lane would be deliver'd of a Sonne 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The best Prophets are but good Guessers ARe then the Sibils dead what is become Of the lowd Oracles are the Augurs dumbe Live not the Magi that so oft reveald Natures intents is Gipsisme quite repeald Is Friar Bacon nothing but a name Or is all witchcraft braind with Doctor Lambe Does none the learned Bungies soule
masculine too Such books as these as they themselves indeed Truly confesse men doe not praise but read Such idle books which if per chance they can Better the braine yet they corrupt the man Thou hast not one bad line so lustfull bred As to dye maid or Matrons cheeke in red Thy modest wit and witty honest letter Makes both at once my wit and me the better Thy book a Garden is and helpes us most To regaine that which wee in Adam lost Where on the Tree of knowledge wee may feed But such as no forbidden fruits doth breed Whose leaves like those whence Eve her coat did frame Serve not to cover but to cure our shame Fraught with all flowers not only such as grows To please the eye or to delight the nose But such as may redeeme lost healths againe And store of Hellebore to purge the braine Such as would cure the furfet man did take From Adams Apples such as faine would make Mans second Paradise in which should bee The fruits of life but no forbidden Tree It is a Garden ha' I thus did say And maids and Matrons blushing runne away But maids reenter these chast pleasing bowers Chast Matrons here gather the purest flowers Feare not from this pure Garden doe not flye In it doth no obsceane Priapus lye This is an Eden where no serpents bee To tempt the womans imbecillitie These lines rich sap the fruit to heaven doth raise Nor doth the Cinnamon barke deserve lesse praise I meane the stile being pure and strong and round Not long but Pythy being short breath'd but sound Such as the grave acute wise Seneca sings That best of Tutour to the worst of kings Not long and empty lofty but not proud Subtle but sweet high but without a cloud Well setled full of nerves in breife 't is such That in a little hath comprized much Like th' Iliads in a Nutshell And I say Thus much for stile though truth should not bee gay In strumpets glittering robes yet ne'rethelesse Shee well deserves a Matrons comelinesse Being too brave shee would our fancies glut But we should loath her being too much the slut The reasonable soule from heaven obtain'd The best of bodies and that man hath gain'd A double praise whose noble vertues are Like to the face in soule and body faire Who then would have a noble sentence clad In russet-thread-bare words is full as mad As if Apelles should so fondly dote As to paint Venus in old Baucys coat They erre that would bring stile so basely under The lofty language of the Law was thunder The wisest ' pothecary knows 't is skill Neatly to candy o're the wholesome pill Best Physique then when gall with sugar meets Tempring Asbinthian bitternesse with sweets Such is thy sentence such thy stile being read Men see them both together happ'ly wed And so resolve to keepe them wed as we Resolve to give them to posteritie 'Mongst thy resolves put my resolves in too Resolve who 's will thus I resolve to doe That should my errours choose anothers line Whereby to write I meane to live by thine In Natalem Augustissimi Principis Caroli PRimatibi pertit soboles dilecta Maria. Elusitque uterum moesta Diana tuum Tunc Coelo nunc terris foecunda fuisti Quae potes reges peperisse deos Thy first birth Mary was unto a tombe And sad Lucina cheated thy blest wombe To heav'n thou then wert fruitfull now to earth That canst give Saints as well as Kings a birth Vpon his Picture WHen age hath made me what I am not now And every wrinckle tels me where the plow Of time hath furrowed when an Ice shall flow Through every vein and all my head wear snow When death displayes his coldnesse in my cheeke And I my selfe in my owne Picture seeke Not finding what I am but what I was In doubt which to beleive this or my glasse Yet though I alter this remaines the same As it was drawne retaines the primitive frame And first complexion here will still be seen Blood on the cheeke and Downe upon the chin Here the smooth brow will stay the lively eye The ruddy Lip and haire of youthfull dye Behold what frailty we in man may see Whose Shaddow is lesse given to change then hee An Ode to Mr Anthony Stafford to hasten him into the Country Come spurre away I have no patience for a longer stay But must goe downe And leave the chargeable noise of this great Towne I will the country see Where old simplicity Though hid in gray Doth looke more gay Then foppery in plush and scarlat clad Farewell you City-wits that are Almost at Civill warre 'T is time that I grow wise when all the world grows mad More of my dayes I will not spend to gaine an Idiots praise Or to make sport For some slight Punie of the Innes of Court Then worthy Stafford say How shall we spend the day With what delights Shorten the nights When from this tumult we are got secure Where mirth with all her freedome goes Yet shall no finger loose Where every word is thought and every thought is pure There from the tree Wee 'l cherries plucke and pick the strawbery And every day Go see the wholesome Country Girles make hay whose browne hath lovlier grace Then any painted face That I doe know Hide-Parke can show Where I had rather gaine a kisse then meet Though some of them in greater state Might court my love with plate The beauties of the Cheape and wives of Lumbardstreet But thinke upon Some other pleasures these to me are none Why doe I prate Of woemen that are things against my fate I never meane to wed That torture to my bed My Muse is shee My Love shall bee Let Clownes get wealth and haires when I am gone And the great Bugbeare grisly death Shall take this â—…le breath If I a Poem leave that Poem is my Sonne Of this no more Wee 'l rather tast the bright Pomona's store No fruit shall scape Our pallats from the damsen to the grape Then full we 'l seek a shade And heare what musique's made How Philomell Her tale doth tell And how the other Birds doe fill the quire The Thrush and Blackbird lend their throats warbling melodious notes Wee will all sports enjoy which others but desire Ours is the skie Whereat what fowle we please our Hauke shall flye Nor will we spare To hunt the crafty foxe or timorous hare But let our hounds runne loose In any ground they 'l choose The Bucke shall fall The stagge and all Our pleasures must from their owne warrants bee For to my Muse if not to mee I 'me sure all game is free Heaven Earth are all but parts of her great Royalty And when we meane To tast of Bacchus blessings now and then And drinke by stealth A cup or two to noble Barkleys health I 'le take my pipe and try The Phrygian melody Which he that heares Le ts
colder Boores and emulous strife Give the old Mirth and Innocence a new life When thoughts of fame their quickned souls shall fill At every glaunce that shewes'em Cotswold hill Coll. There shepheard there the solemn games be playd Such as great Theseus or Alcides made Such as Apollo wishes he had seene And love desires had his invention beene The Nemean and the Isthmian pastimes still Though dead in Greece survive on Cotswold hill The. Oh happy hill the gentle Graces now Shall trip o're Thine and leave Citherons brow Parnassus clift shall sink below his spring And every Muse shall on thy frontlet sing The Goddesses againe in strife shall be And from mount Ida make appeale to thee Olympus pay thee homage and in dread The aged Alpes shall bow his snowy head Flora with all her storethy Temples Crowne Whose height shall reach the stars Gods looking down Shall blesse the Incense that thy flowers ex hale And make thee both a Mountain and a Vale. How many Ladies on thy top shall meet And presse thy tresses with their od'rous feet Whose eyes when wondring men see from a farre They 'le think thee Heaven and each of them a starre Coll. But gentle Collen say what God or man Fame we for this great worke Daphnis or Pan The. Daphnis is dead and Pan hath broke his Reed Tell all your flocks 't is Ioviall Dover's deed Behold the shepheards in their ribbands goe And shortly all the Nymphs shall wear 'em too Amaz'd to see such glory met together Blesse Dovers pipe whose Musick call'd'em hither Sport you my Rams at sound of Dovers name Big-bellied ewes make hast to bring a Lambe For Dovers fold Goe maids and Lillies get To make him up a glorious Coronet Swains keep his holy-day and each man swear To Saint him in the Shepheards Calendar Ad Medicum HEu quae me Cholchis magico quae Thessala cantu Sic cruciat miseruÌ„ tantis coquit ilia flammis Aut quae cer a meas torret liquefact a medullas Mitius in Lybiam Phaebijubar antra leonis Ingressum furit Vulcania mitiùs Aetna Saeviit ardentes cineres multamque favillam In Calabros iaculata sinus Heu quis mihi vestes Induit Herculeas nam sentio virus omnes Ebullire meas Nessaeo sanguine venas Mille licet pasâ—…as fibrâ crescente volucres Felicem Titium multo quem frigore stringit Caucasus O liceat mihi tecum monte sub illo Aeternum tractare gelu glacieque perenni Demulcere animum nivibusque extinguere flammas Aut tecum sitiam gelidis modò detur in undis Stare tuisque meum lymphis solarier aestum Tantale namque uror miserè miser aestuat intùs Indomitus totosque ignis depascitur artus Dum gliscit calor saevo coquit igne cruorem Intumet extemplò cutis exurgitque tumescens Purpureâ maculâ multo distincta rubore Non alitèr quà m de caelo cum decidit imber Plurima vidi etenim medio natat aequore bulla Aut quale in nostris saepe est videre culinis Cum primum verubus stridet caro Belides in me In me per petuam diffundite Belides urnam Gens est humanos quae dicitur impia carnes Condere visceribus me me petat voret ore Iam tostum iecur heu fervent mea omnia membra Apta Thyestaeis vivunt convivia mensis At cum flamma satis totos bacchata per artus Len ius ardescens deferbuit illicò turgens Descendit cutis paulò nunc mitius uror Tandem omnis calor expirat videorque repentè Taygeti montis gelidive in vallibus Haemi Ramorum densâ requiescere tectus in umbra Et tandèm revocata suas redit improba vires Flamma premitque iterum solitisque caloribus urit Tunc mihi scintillant oculi tremulumque videntes Imbelli spectant acie binaomnia bina Conspicor binis exurgit mensa lucernis Tum videor Stygiis undis ipsoque Acharonte Immergi videor flagranti claudier aere Inque Perillaeo mugire incendia Tauro Sum meus ipse Rogus quae tantas pabula possunt Quo valeam tantas nutrire bitumine flammas Si qua est herbarum virtus quae maxima certeest Extinguas plusquam Phaebeos Phaebe calores Extinguas precor cocto mihi redde salutem Vt semel annosum reparaverat Aesona Colchis Vtque Aries iuvenem rediit grandaevus in Agnum The Song of Orpheus HAile sacred Deserts whom kind nature made Only to shelter with a loving shade The now neglected Musique glad to see Lyons afford her hospitality And Tigers bid her welcome with the rest Of savage beasts accept her for a guest Since Men refuse her and scarce daigne an eare To her high notes or if they please to heare T is all amongst my Pupills you may see The birds that learn'd their sweetest laies of me Those that chant Carols in this thanklesse age To pleasure men rewarded with a Cage A Maske for Lydia SWeet Lydia take this maske and shroud Thy face within the silken cloud And veile those powerfull Skies For he whose gazing dares so high aspire Makes burning glasses of his eyes And sets his heart on fire Vaile Lydia vaile for unto mee There is no basiliske but thee Thy very lookes doe kill Yet in those lookes so fixt is my delight Poore soule alas I languish still In absence of thy sight Close up those eyes or we shall finde Too great a lustre strike us blind Or if a Ray so good Ought to be seene let it but then appeare When Eagles doe produce their brood ' To try their young ones there Or if thou would'st have me to know How great a brightnesse thou canst shew When they have lost the Sun Then doe thou rise and give the world this theme Sol from th' Hesperides is run And back hath whipt his teame Yet through the Goat when he shall stray Thou through the Crab must take thy way For should you both shine bright In the same Tropick we poore moles should get Not so much comfort by the light As torment by the heat Where 's Lydia now where shall I seeke Her charming lip her tempting cheeke That my affections bow'd So dark a sable hath ecclipst my faire That I can gaze upon the cloud That durst not see the Star But yet me thinkes my thoughts begin To say there lies a white within Though black her pride controule And what care I how black a face I see So there be whitenesse in the soule Still such an Ethiop be A parley with his empty Purse PVrse who 'l not know you have a Poets been When he shall look and find no gold herein What respect think you will there now be shown To this foule nest when all the birds are flowne Vnnaturall vacuum can your emptinesse Answer to some slight questions such as these How shall my debts be paid or can my scores Be cleer'd with verses to my Creditors Hexameter's no sterling and I
your eye endure I will confesse you The Prince of Eagles Apho. Look to it eyes if yee refuse this sight My nayles shall damne you to eternall night Exit Col. Seing no hope of gain I pack them hence 'T is gold gives flattery all her Eloquence SCEN. 3. Acolastus Anaisthetus Rosci Temperance is the mediocrity of inioying pleasures when they are present and a moderate desire of them being absent And these are the extreames of that vertue Acolastus a voluptuous Epicure that out of an immoderate and untam'd desire seekes after all pleasures promiscuously without respect of honest or lawfull The other Anaisthetus a meere Anchorite that delights in nothing not in those legitimate recreations allow'd of by God and nature Acolast O now for an eternity of eating Foole was he that wish'd but a cranes short neck Give me one nature long as is a Cable Or sounding line and all the way a palate To ◅ast my meate the longer I would have My senses feast together Nature envied us In giving single pleasures let me have My eares eyes palate nose and touch at once Injoy their happinesse lay me in a bed Made of a summers cloud to my embraces Give me a Venus hardly yet fifteene Fresh plump and active she that Mars enjoy'd Is grown too stale And then at the same instant My Touch is pleas'd I would delight my sight With Pictures of Diana and her Nymphs Naked and bathing drawn by some Apelles By them some of our fairest Virgins stand That I may see whether 't is Art or nature Which heightens most my blood and appetite Nor cease I here Give me the seven Orbes To charme my eares with their coelestiall lutes To which the Angells that doe move those spheares Shall sing some amorous ditty nor yet here Fixe I my bounds The sunne himselfe shall fire The Phoenix nest to make me a perfume While I doe eate the Bird and eternally Quaffe of eternall Nectar These single are But torments but together O together Each is a Paradice Having got such objects To please the senses give me senses too Fit to receive those objects Give me therefore An Eagles eye a blood-hounds curious smell A staggs quick hearing let my feeling be As subtle as the spiders and my tast Sharpe as a Squirrils Then I 'le reade the Alcoran And what delights that promises in future I 'le practise in the present Bird Heathenish Glutton Flow. Base belly-God licentious Libertine Anai. And I doe think there is no pleasure at all But in contemning pleasures Happy Niobe And blessed Daphne and all such as are Turn'd stocks and stones would I were Lawrell too Or marble I or any thing insensible It is a toyle for me to eate or drink Only for natures satisfaction Would I could live without it To my eare Musique is but a mandrake To my smell Nard sents of rue and wormwood And I tast Nectar with as much loathing and distast As Gall or aloes or my Doctors potion My eye can meete no object but I hate it Acola Come Brother Stoique be not so melancholy Anai. Be not so foolish Brother Epicure Aco. Come wee 'le goe see a Comedy that will raise Thy heavy spirits up Anai. A Comedy Sure I delight much in those toyes I can With as much patience heare the Marriners Chide in a storme Aco. Then le ts goe drinke a while Anai. 'T is too much Labour Happy Tantalus That never drinks Aco. A little Venery Shall recreate thy soule Ana. Yes like an itch For 't is no better I could wish an heire But that I cannot take the paines to get one Aco. Why marry if your conscience be so tender As not to doe it otherwise Then 't is lawfull Ana. True Matrimony's nothing else indeed But fornication licens'd lawfull Adultery O Heavens how all my senses are wide sluces To let in discontent and miseries How happy are the moles that have no eyes How blest the Adders that they have no eares They neither see nor heare ought that afflicts them But happier they that have no sence all That neither see nor heare tast smell nor feele Any thing to torment them soules were given To torture Bodyes man has reason too To adde unto the heape of his distractions I can see nothing without sense and motion But I doe wish my selfe transform'd into it Colax Sir I cōmend this temperance your arm'd soule Is able to contemne these petty baits These slight temptations which we title pleasures That are indeed but names He'ven it selfe knows No such like thing the starres nor eate nor drink Nor lye with one another and you imitate Those glorious bodies by which noble abstinence You gaine the names of moderate chast and sober While this effeminate gets the infamous termes Of Glutton Drunkard and Adulterer Pleasures that are not mans as man is man But as his nature sympathies with beasts You shall be the third Cato This grave look And rigid eyebrow will become a censor But I will fit you with an object Sir My noble Anaisthetus that will please you It is a Looking-glasse wherein at once You may see all the dismall groves and caves The horrid vaults darke cells and barren deserts With what in Hell it selfe can dismall be Anais That is indeed a Prospect fit for mee Exit Acol. He cannot see a stock or stone but presently He wishes to be turn'd to one of those I have another humor I cannot see A fat voluptuous sow with full delight Wallow in dirt but I doe wish my selfe Transform'd into that blessed Epicure Or when I view the hot salacious sparrow Renew his pleasures with fresh appetite I wish my selfe that litle bird of Love Colax It shewes you a man of a soft moving clay Not made of flint Nature has been bountifull To provide pleasures and shall wee be niggards At plenteous boards He 's a discourteous guest That will observe a diet at a feast When Nature thought the earth alone too litle To find us meat and therefore stor'd the aire With winged creatures not contented yet Shee made the water fruitfull to delight us Nay I believe the other Element too Doth nurse some curious dainty for mans food If we would use the skill to catch the Salamander Did she doe this to have us eat with temperance Or when she gave so many different Odors Of spices unguents and all sorts of flowers Shee cry'd not stop your noses would she give us So sweet a quire of wing'd Musitians To have us deafe or when shee plac'd us here Here in a Paradice where such pleasing prospects So many ravishing colours entice the eye Was it to have us winke when she bestow'd So powrefull faces such commanding beauties On many glorious Nymphs was it to say Be chast and continent Not to enjoy All pleasures and at full were to make nature Guilty of that she nere was guilty of A vanity in her works Acol. A learned Lecture T is fit such grave and solid
remaine so but that he Indued with reason should adorne himselfe With every one of these The silke-worme is Only mans spinster else we might suspect That she esteem'd the painted Butterfly Above her master-piece you are the Image Of that bright Goddesse therefore weare the Iewels Of all the East let the red sea be ransack'd To make you glitter looke on Luparus Your Husband there and see how in a sloven All the best characters of Divinity Not yet worne out in man are lost and buried Philo. I see it to my griefe pray counsell him Col. This vanity in your nice Ladies humors Of being so curious in her toies and dresses Makes me suspitious of her honesty These Cobweb-lawnes catch spiders sir believe it You know that clothes doe not commend the man But 't is the living though this age preferre A cloake of Plush before a braine of art You understand what misery 't is to have No worth but that we owe the draâ—…er for No doubt you spend the time your Lady looses In tricking up her body to cloth the soule Lup. To cloth the soule must the soule too be cloth'd I protest sir I had rather have no soule Then be tormented with the clothing of it Rosc. To these enter the extreames of modesty a neerâ—… kinswoman of the vertues Anaiskinthia or Impudence a bawd and Kataplectus an over bashfull Scholar where our Author hopes the women will pardon him if of foure and twenty vices he presents but two Pride and Impudence of their sexe SCENA 2. Anaiskintia Kataplectus Philo. Here comes Anaiskintia too O fates Acolastus and Asotus have sent for mee And my breath not perfum'd yet Kat. O sweetmother Are the Gentlemen there already Anais Come away Are you not asham'd to be so bashfull well If I had thought of this in time I would As soone have seene you fairely hang'd as sent you To ' th' Vniversity Phil. What gentleman is that Anais A shamefast Scholar Madam looke upon her Speake to her or you loose your exhibition You le speake I hope weare not away your buttons Kata What should I say Anaisk Why tell her you are glad To see her Ladiship in health nay out with it Katap. Gaudeo te bone valere Phil. A pretty Proficient What standing is he of i' th' Vniversity Anais He dares not answer to that question Madam Philo. How long have you bin in the Academy Katap. Profecto Do Domina sum Bac Bac Bacâ—…halaureus Artium Phil. What pitty 't is he is not impudent Anais Nay all my cost I see is spent in vaine I having as your Ladiship knowes full well Good practice in the Suburbs and by reason That our Mortality there is very subject To an infection of the French Disease I brought my Nephew up 'i th ' Vniversity Hoping he might having attain'd some knowledge Save me the charge of keeping a Physitian But all in vaine he is so bashfull Madam He dares not looke upon a womans water Colax Sweet Gentleman proceed in bashfulnesse 'T is vertues best preserver Kata Recte dicis sic inquit Aristoteles Col. That being gone The rest soone follow and a swarme of vice Enter the soule no colour but a blush Becomes a young mans cheeke pure shaâ—…efastnesse Is 〈◊〉 to the â—…ps and eares that nothing Might enter or come out of man but what Is good and modest Nature strives to hide The parts or shame let her the best of guides Katap. Natura dux 〈◊〉 Colax Teach us to doe so too in our discourse Katap. Gratias tibi ago Philo. Inure him to speake bawdy Anais A very good way Kataplectus here 's a Lady would heare you speake obscenely Katap. Obscenâ—…m est quod intra scenam agi non â—…portuit Anais Off goes your Velvet cap did I maintaine you To have you disobedient you 'l be perswaded Katap. Liber is operam dare Anais What 's that in English Katap. To doe an endeavour for children Anais Some more of this it may be something one day Katap. Communis est omnium animantium coniunctionis appetituus procreaâ—… causâ Phil. Construe me that Katap. All creatures have a naturall desire or appetite to be joyned together in the lawfull bonâ—…s of Matrimony that they may have sons and daughters Anais Your Landresse has bestow'd her time but ill Why could not this have been in proper tearmes If you should Catechize my head and say What is your name would it not â—…ay a head So would my skinne confesse it selfe a skinne Nor any part about me be asham'd Of his owne name although I â—…atechiz'd All over Come good Nephew let not me Have any member of my body 〈◊〉 Colax Our Stoique the gravest oâ—… Philosophers Is just of your opinion and thus argues Is any thing obscene the filâ—…hinesse Is either grounded in the things themselves Or in the words that signifie those things Not in the things that would make nature guilty Who creates nothing filthy and uâ—…cleane But chast and honest if not in the things How in the words 〈◊〉 shadowes of those things To maâ—…re ground 〈◊〉 a chaâ—…t honest 〈◊〉 Another word that signifies the same Vnlawfull every man endures to heare He got a child speak plainer and he blushes Yet meanes the same The Stoique thus disputes That would have men to breath as freely down'ward As they doe upward Anais I commend him Madam Vnto your Ladyships service he may meâ—…d With counsell let him be your Gentleman-usher Madam you may in time bring down his legs To the just size now over grown with playing Too much at foot-ball Phylo. So he will prove a Stoique I long to have a Stoique strut before me Here kisse my hand Come what is that in Latine Katap. Deoâ—…culor manum Phylo. My lip nay sir you must if I command you Katap. Osculorte velosculor ate Phylo. His breath smells strong Anais 'T is but of Logick Madam Phylo. He will come to it one day you shall goe with mee To see an exquisite glasse to dresse me by Nay goe you must goe first you are too mannerly It is the office of your place so on exeunt Colax Slow Luparus rise or you 'l be metamorphos'd Acteon's fate is imminent Lup. Where 's my wife Cola. Shee 's gone with a young Snip and an old baud Lup. Then I am cuckolded if I be my comfort is She' has put me on a cap that will not trouble me With pulling off yet Madam I 'le prevent you Exit Rosci The next are the extreames of Iustice. SCEN. 3. Enter Iustice Nimis Iustice Nihil Plus and Minus their Clarkes Nim. Plus Plus What sayes your worship Nim. Have my tenants That hold their lease of lust here in the suburbs By copy-hold from me their Lord in chief Paid their rent charge Plus They have and 't please your worship I Receiver generall gave 'em my acquittance Parum Sir I resigne my Pen and Inkhorn to you I shall forget my hand if I stay here I have
O those words doe touch the quick Amyn. For if he be A father that begot this flesh this clay What 's he to whom we owe our second birth Of soule and reason Father I must call you By that name father Claius Now the floudgates open And the full streame of teares will issue out Traitors you will betray me aside Thest. Sir why weepe you Claius To thinke of this man's father O I lov'd him As dearely as my selfe my words and all Breake out suspitious has â—…e not a daughter As I remember well he said her name was The. Amaryllis Cla. Yes I had almost Forgot it I would faine have seene her too Thest. You cannot now because to night she lodg'd With one Laurinda SCEN. 3. Vrania Amy. O my Vrania welcome Amyntas bids thee so I that 'till now Was not Amyntas come my joy and meet mee Full of our happinesse Vra. Grant Ceres now My hopes be faithfull to me my Amyntas How come your thoughts so setled Amyn. O Vrania Here here he stands to whom I owe my selfe And thou owest me we reverence in our Temples Marble and brasse whose statues serve for nothing But to hang cobwebs on oh how much rather Should we adore this Deity that bestowed Such happinesse upon us Vra. Would we knew How to deserve it Cla. So you may Vrania If you will grant me one request Vra. Command it Cla. I would intreat you presently to vow Virginity to Ceres that Amyntas No more may toyle his brain in thinking what To give you for a Dowry Vra. Sir I will Presently about it I 'le only first Get some unknown disguise Claius I dare stay here No longer for I must begon ereyet The light betrayes me Vra. Happinesse attend you Cla. Remember it Vrania Amyn. Farewell father Exeunt Vran. Amynt Thestyl Claius Solus Clai Thus like a bat or owle I spend my age In night or darknesse as asham'd of day And fearefull of the light the sunne and I Dare never be acquainted O guilt guilt Thou and thy daughter feare are punishments Perpetuall every whistling of the wind Doth seeme the noise of apprehenders shadowes Affright me more then men Each step I tread Is danger Life why to live longer should we Not live at all I heare a noise false timorousnesse Deceive me not my eyes instruct me too Heaven shield me SCEN. 4. Alexis Damon Fain I would enquire of them For Amaryllis but if one of these Bee Damon I am lost Alex. How early Damon doe lovers rise Cla. T is he I heare his name good mole away Exit Dam. No Larkes so soon Alexis Alex. He that of us shall have Laurinda Damon Will not be up so soone ha would you Damon Dam. Alexis no but if I misse Laurinda My sleepe shall be eternall Alex. I much wonder the Sunne so soone can rise Da Did he lay his head in faire Laurinda's lap Alexis We should have but short daies Alex. No summer Damon Dam. Thetis to her is browne Alex. And he doth rise From her to gaze on faire Laurinda's eyes Dam. O now I long to meet our Arbitresse Alex. On whom depends our only happinesse Dam. It must be the first Virgin that we greet From Ceres Temple Alex. Yes the first we meet Dam. I heare no noise of any yet that move Alex. Devotion 's not so early up as love Dam. See how Aurora blushes we suppose Where Tithon lay to night Alex. That modest rose He grafted there Dam. O heaven 't is all I seeke To make that colour in Laurinda's cheeke Alex. The virgins now come from the Temple Dam. Appeale unto the first SCEN. 5. The virgins passe over the stage with waxe candles in their hands Amaryllis goes the first but she is staid by Damon as unknown to be Amaryllis she being vail'd and having on her head the garland that Laurinda took from Damon Chast beauteous Nymph Ceres so grant your prayers as you determine Iustly our cause Amar. Ceres has heard my prayers For all my morning orisons beg'd no more Then one kind word from Damon Dam. Amaryllis Alex. That name breaths life soul to poore Alexis Amar. The same why startle you you have not met A poyson Damon Dam. Yes a thousand vipers Have stung my soule Alex. As many joyes crown mine With happinesse Dam. Would I had met this morning Infectious vapors nursing plagues not thee No curse but that had power to ruin mee Alex. No other blessing hath preserved mee Amar. What should this mean my Damon how have I Displeas'd you sweet heaven knowes it is my praier More then for heaven to please you Da. O my torture Fly hence as farre as hell and hide thy head Lower then darknesse would thou had'st been acting Incest or murder when thou cam'st to pray Thou hadst in any thing sinn'd lesse then this Vnseasonable devotion Amar. Can it be A sin to pray for Damon Dam. Thou had'st blest mee Had'st thou sate all this while in some dark cell Loading my head with curses Ama. Innocence Let me not understand you Da. I 'le not stand To her award she is a partiall judge And will decree unjustly Ama. How to Damon To him she loves so deerely Dam. That 's the reason Shee does confesse Alexis that she loves me That 's argument enough against het Amar. Ceres these obscure passions move me Alex. I 'le instruct you Take here the paper pen and inke Ama. Why yet sir I know no more Alex. You are to passe your censure Being the first Nymph that we have met this morning Which of us two must have the faire Laurinda Write your award our mutuall oathes doe bind us Not to deny 't Da. 'T is a meere plot contriv'd Betwixt this cursed Nymph and you Alexis Alex. Damon you wrong us both Dam. Where did you steale This Garland it was mine Amar. For that I love it Because it once was thine Da. For that I hate it Cause it is thine had it been true to mee Me thinkes as soone as it had toucht thy head It should have withered Amar. So it would have done Had it not first touch't yours Laurinda gave me This Garland but nere told me of this accident Da. Alexis you deale false 't is a conspiracy 'Twixt you and her Alex. How can it you know Damon I have not beene one minute from your presence Da. You tooke your time while I was sleeping Alex. Neither Nor I nor you could sleepe one winke this night The expectation of this morning tryall Did keepe us both awake Da. I doe not know But there is some trick in 't and I 'le appeale From her too partiall seâ—…ence Ale I 'le the while goe fetch Laurinda shee shall force you stand Vnto her tryall Exit Amar. Damon thy harsh language is more then death Vnto me Da. I doe charge you to teare the paper And refuse to judge between us Amar. No I am resolv'd to write what I determine Da. Now thou hast indeed a time
life Amar. It was my selfe Or one as deare Cla. Who 's that Ama. I 'le rather dye Then name him though it be a name I use Oft to repeat and every repetition Is a new soule unto mee 't is a name I have taught the birds to caroll every Laurell and Cedar beares it registred Vpon his tender barke it is a name In which is all the life I yet have left A name I long to speake yet I had rather Dye all the severall sorts of death twice over Then speake it once Clai I charge thee by that duty Thou ow'st to me Amarillis that thou owest to me Who gave thee life Pil. What should this mean Corymbus Cl. And by the womb that bare thee by the breasts Of thy dead mother Lalage Cor. This is strange Cla. Conceale him not in plain I am thy father Thy father Amarillis that commands thee By these gray haires to tell mee I am Claius Pilum How Claius and so fortunatly found Claius I glut your hate Pilumnus let your soule That has so long thirsted to drinke my blood Swill till my veines are empty and carowse Deep in my heart till you grow drunke and reele And vomit up the surfet that your cruelty Quaft off with so much pleasure I have stood Long like a fatall oake at which great Iove Levels his thunder all my boughes long since Blasted and wither'd now the trunke falls too Heaven end thy wrath in mee Pilum Blessed be Ceres What unexpected happines is here Rejoyce Sicilians miserable lovers Crowne all your browes with roses and adore The Deity that sent him he is come Whose blood must quench the fire of Ceres wrath And kindle more auspitious flames of love In every brest Cla. I doe I feare not death Let every Virgins hand when I am slaine Ring me a knell of Plaudits let my Dirges Be amorous Ditties and in stead of weeping Dance at my funerall T is no griefe for mee To dye to make my countrymen some sport Here 's one in whom I only wish to live Another age Amar. What joy have I to live That nere liv'd yet the time that I have spent Since first I wept then when I first had entrance Into this world this cold and sorrowfull world Was but a scene of sorrow wretched I Fatall to both my parents For my birth Ruin'd my mother and my death my father O Tragick life I either should have been Nere borne or nere have died When I began To be my sinne began why should it then Out live mee for though now I cease to be That still continues Eyes flow forth a pace And be asham'd to see my wound run blood Faster then you drop teares Enter Damon See here he comes His absence never untill now I wisht Dam. My Conscience brings me back the feet of guilt Goe slow and dull 't is hard to run away From that we beare about us Cla. The Murtherer Is in this place the issue of her blood Is stop'd o th' sudden Cruell man 't is thou Hast done this bloudy act that will disgrace The story of our nation and imprint So deepe a blemish in the age we live in For savage Barbarisme that eternity Shall nere weare out Pilumnus on my knees I beg the justice of Sicilian lawes Against this monster Pilum Claius 't is your hate And old revenge instructs you to accuse My Sonne you would have fellowes in your death And to that purpose you pretend I know not What mysteries of art Cla. Speak Amaryllis I' st not this wolfe Pilum Say virgin was it hee Ama. O I am angry with my blood for stopping This coward ebbe against my will betraies mee The streame is turn'd my eyes run faster now Pilum Can you accuse my sonne Amar. By Ceres no I have no heart to doe it does that face Look cruell doe those eyes sparkle with hate Or malice Tell me Father lookes that brow As if it could but frowne Say can you thinke T is possible Damon could have the heart To wound a Virgin surely barbarous cruelty Dwels not in such a brest mercy and mildnesse Courtesy love and sweetnesse breath in him Not Anger wrath or murther Damon was not Fed at a Thracian teat Venus did send Her Doves to nurse him and can he be cruell Whence should he learne so much of barbarisme As thus to wrong a Virgin if he wound mee T is only from his eyes where loves blind God Whets his pil'd arrowes He besides you know Had never cause to wrong mee for he knowes Alwaies I lov'd him Father doe not wrong An innocent his soule is white and pure T is sinne to thinke there lives a sinne in him Impiety to accuse him Clai In his lookes He carries guilt whose horror breeds this strange And obstinate silence shame and his conscience Will not permit him to deny it Amar. T is alas His modest bashfull nature and pure innocence That makes him silent think you that bright rose That buds within his cheekes was planted there By guilt or shame no he has alwaies been So unacquainted with all act of sinne That but to be suspected strikes him dumb With wonder and amazement For by Ceres I think my oath be lawfull I my selfe Was cause of this Cla. Still I am confident 'T was hee Pilum It is your envy makes you so SCEN. 9. Alexis Laurinda Lau. I will Alexis And so he must if oathes be any tye Alex. To lovers they are none we break those bonds As easily as threds of silke A bracelet Made of your maidens haire 's a stronger chaine Then twenty cobweb oathes which while we break Venus but laughs it must be your perswasion That works him to it Lau. Damon you must stand To what you promis'd how shall I believe Those other oathes you sweare if you respect This one no better It was my device To have her judge was it not Amarillis How all in blood Cla. Yes this unmercifull man If he be man that can doe such a crime Has wounded her Amar. Indeed it was not hee Pil. You see her selfe frees him Lau. When last we left her She was with Damon Ama. Pray believe her not She speaks it out of anger I nere saw Damon to day before Alex. And when we left 'em He was incens'd Amar. You are no competent witnesse You are his Rivall in Laurinda's love And speak not truth but malice 't is a plot To ruin innocence Lau. O ungratefull man The wolfe that does devoure the brest that nurst it Is not so bad as thou here here this Letter Th' eternall Chronicle of affection That ought with golden characters to be writ In Cupids Annals will false man convince thee Of fowle ingratitude you shall hear me read it The Letter Laurinda you have put it unto mee To choose a husband for you I will be A judge impartiall upright just and true Yet not so much unto my selfe as you Alex. Now I expect to hear my blessed