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Astræa, or, True love's myrrour a pastoral / composed by Leonard Willan.
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Willan, Leonard.
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1651
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Wing W2262; ESTC R6521
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worthy judge I hope you 'l condiscend Addressing her self to Sylvander who is more eminently seated then the rest To mee as Plaintiffe first your ear to bend Sylvander It is your right Leonice Be pleased then to know Unto what Country we our Beeings owe Night that great City which as saies old Fame From the Goddesses Judge first took the Name Of one Cottage we are and equal State Nature seem'd each for Other to create Till like a harsh Stepdame she did produce A third whose memory these Floods unsluce She seems to weep Whether with greater Endowments or less • do not know yet Greater you may guess Since he thought so whose thoughts alone give prise To all Beauty at leastwise in my Eyes He as I him pursues with eager Flames My happier Rival me and my Love disdaines She yield's at length for who could him resist •n Love I 'me sure my bonds I often kist Neglected here his cruelty not staid But with new slights he me the author made Of my ruine to cover or provoke •heir exchang'd Fires he stoopes to fained Yoke Makes me the Object yet with her advice So cunningly that thriving his disguise As they intend the worlds eye to divert He then on me the same craft would revert Though for unequal Purposes for now Holding my facile Faith with displeas'd brow He dislikes what he sought The world he saies Doth over clearly on our Freedomes gaze VVhich to prevent though true he seems to faign Love unto Clëon Clëon was her name And this his Craft yet better to disguise He me intreates her him to love advise But juster heav'n whilst me he thus deceaves By Clëons Death Clëons Love him bereaves Yet as to wrong my Love he did delight Fantastique Love he cherisheth with spight She making reverence retires Justice just Judge for this Abuse I crave Yet but his Love I seek or else my Grave Sylvander Gentle Shepherd y 'ave Liberty to speak Tyrsis More Gentle Judge more words we need not break With obei•ance The Truth is said The Truth we must avow Yet this Request vouchsafe us to allow That each by lot an Advocate may have So he appointed who th' Oracle gave Sylvander Giving each a glove they draw Lots Ti 's granted you who takes his Own must plead Hylas Hylas for 'th living Phillis Phillis for the dead Hylas Nature her self whose true Rules cannot err Hylas •••deth forth and makes his obeysance Two invincible Arguments doth inferr In this Different and by a double Tye This our Cause grants the others doth deny In this Shepherdess both Beauty and Love The ' ffect of One the Gods themselves do prove Pigmalyon• like from the work of their hand The other is wise Natures firmest band VVherewith Sh'unites the world whose purest Fire No other Incense do the Gods require And shall weak Man then dare thus to reject VVhat Gods and Nature hallow with Respect Th' other Objection that doth him deny VVhat he affects Is Contrariety Love's only Opposite his Enemie Can there twixt Life and Death be amitie Besides Mans Piety should even dread Thus to disturb the quiet of the Dead Just Judge to you thus I my Reasons show He make•• obeysance and reti••• My charge to clear not that you them not know Phillis That self same Nature whose spotless Decree Phillis wi•• obe••ance 〈◊〉 the Judge •tands 〈◊〉 You would wrest to your Purpose she ev'n she By equal pow'r of Beauty and of Love Reignes in this shepherds heart though yet above To Hylas Your Apprehension or your Loves Pretence VVhich makes Love only th' Object of the Sense But thou would'st have him them again to trie As though in Natures Laws were a diversity No Shepherd no Disorder would orethrow VVhat Nature Linkes if she proceeded so True Love of two souls is the unity VVhich may without the Bodies Union be If this you grant as who can truth deny His Loves Object still lives Souls cannot dye But thou think'st th' are disjoyn'd by heav'ns distance Know'st not her peircing nature whose swift glance Can pass each Sphear in twinckling of an eye Nor can hers less puts on Divinity Besides Love is an Act so freely born Ev'n our own VVills subjection it doth scorn How then can loath'd Importunity gain VVhat our conspiring Selves cannot constrain Just judge they do themselves themselves deny That ask of us Impossibility Sylvander The chiefest point wherein ye agitate With obey •ance she retires Stands up Is if Loves Essence subject be to Fate Perishable or not Love hath two objects The Body and the Soul since both Effects This Shepherd feeles The Gods in me pronounce The Body perishable such Love he renounce But since Souls Love as herself cannot dye He that continue to Eternity And that this Shepherdess her Pretences cease Your vowes observe and sanctifie your Peace Tyrsis As •eav'ns Edict Leonice VVhile my unruly Fire Threatning Revenge exchangeth into Ire Scene 2. Act. 2. Paris Adamas encounter Paris IN your absence Leonida hath been here With re•erence VVith such a haste as might beget a feare Adamas Pray heav'n the Nymph be well where is she gone Paris To yonder Plain she bent her course alone As I suppose her self to recreate •n rural Pastimes innocent Debate Till your return Adamas Haste it to let her know And in thy search Paris be not too slow E•it P•ris • am in pain till I the Subject hear Leonida appears He ••bra 〈◊〉 her Of her arrive and scarce delay can bear So unexpected how Fares the Nymph Leonida Lost If by your happier hand that Sate's not crost Adamas Be brief Leonida Oh sir I 've scarcely had the time To know my self since I disclos'd a Crime Scarce hatch'd from the Authors own glorying tongue From which perhaps our Ruines might gave sprung As in my way daies heat did me invade I sought the shelter of a milder shade Where being no sooner laid a voice I heard VVhich I well knew though nought of him appear'd It was Polemas Lyndamors Rival Their Love to Galatea's known to all Polemas guilty of his own Desert His slighted Courtship did at length convert To Stratagem such suspected of none Till now to me unseen It was made known While Clemanthe his Instrument declares Him the procession of their false affaires I blush to speak it It was in this wise In Hermits habit he did him disguise Nigh us betakes him to a lonely Cell 'T were too tedious each circumstance to tell How when the Nymph did thither oft repair As she intends to sanctifie her praier This Impostor did strangely us beguile In sum as he could wish so throve his wyle The Nymph with Faith he did possess that she Should see that man which should her husband be If she would happyness enjoy if not Foretells sh'incurtes a miserable Lot The Place he did discover in a glass Appoin'ts the Time and Person Polemas Who should have us incounter'd there but he Failing his Time our well-led
desir'd It in It self contains Hylas So so this proves my Grandames Saying true Of one Error another doth ensue If Lovers to their Lov'd we chang'd could see Then I not Hylas but Phillis should be Syl••nder That follows not for you do not her love But such Effects I in Diana prove Hylas Is not your Hat become her Hood Looks on his hat Sylvander Oh fie You know 't is not my Hat that love's 't is I. Hylas A modest Sepherdess and Breeches wear 'T is very strange Sylvander Thus I these doubts will clear It is the Soul all Actions doth produce The Body but the instrument for her use So that 't being the Soul which only loves 'T is the Soul onely Transformation proves Hylas But since I love the Body with the Mind Why do not I now my self Phillis find Sylvander It is Equality that Love begets The Body Soul's inferior it not admits The Soul onely the Soul can love But see A more plain Reason for this Unity The Understanding Will and Memory Are said the Soul in ev'ry Faculty Of only what we know can Love remain The knowledge and thing known are but the same Like Transformation doth each Function prove Since they all joyn th' Affection but to move Will to the will'd the Memory is brought Into the thing whereon 't imploys the Thought If thus each Function then must needs the Whole Transmute it self into the loved Soul Hylas You fetch this far yet this not much avails Since still the Bodies Transformation fails Sylvander Phillis Body of her 's no part for dead Not that 't is but was Phillis 't would be sed Hylas Unite me to her Body take the Rest And see which of them both shall please us best Phillis They advance to the far side of the Theater You have too long withheld us Night draws near Sylvander Hah a Temple whose Inscription doth bear From hence far far avoid all ye Are untouch't with Love's purit• Within this sacred Grove each day Burneth a true immolish't Heart Which liveth onely by loves Art T' adore the Goddess Astraea Diana Is this the place y'intended us to lead Sylvander I ne're before on it did ever tread I have mistook that way Phillis May we draw nigh Sylvander Not without Rev'rence to this Deity Thou divne Pow'r who herein worship't art Make •••••ance to the •emple and goes in Accept as thou requir'st so pure a Heart Hylas I do suspect my own Love's purity He hath so oft told me the Contrary Phillis Why how now Servant is your Love so weak They enter while Hyl•• lies dow• a• the door It forceth you our Company to break Hylas It is an Argument of my Piety No jesting Mistris with a Deity Sylvander The table of Love's laws which to imbrace He takes ou• a •able and •eads He doth command on penalty of Disgrace Who will a perfect Lover be Must what he loves love inf•nitely Extremity gives Love the prize Mediocrity therein doth rise Rather from wa•'•ing Treachery Then from a firm Fidelity That he ne're love but in one place Which Love as a God let him imbrace That he adore It above all Nor thereof but one object shall That ev'ry Bliss such do pretend Still in and for that subject End All Pleasure he in it confine And that he fix his chief design Unto that service which t' increase Self proper Love in him must cease Unless as lov'd of 's loves Object Himself h'esteem for her Respect Hylas I do believe what thou hast read is ta'ne From whence 't was hatch't thy melancholy Brain Which thou ventest as from this Diety To give thereto better Authority Sylvander That might well be if none could read but I. Hylas Confirm me with the sight thereof Sylvander Not I If your Body this holy place prophane Their holier Laws much more your Eyes will stain Phillis Hydas steals forth the table where •nseen he alters them 'T is Celadons hand Diana And that Picture we see Upon the Altar should Astraeas be Phillis Then 't is an Argument h' is yet alive Astraea My dying Sorrow do not again revive Phillis This rather is a cause of Joy then Grief Astraea If you make him alive in my Belief And prove it not he is twice slain to me Sylvander Our Druy'ds do teach us this Divinity Those Bodies on earth unburie'd remain Their Souls still wander up and down the same Such may be his whose body being drown'd Could not b' interr'd 'cause it could not be found Yet in this Case the Ceremonies will Appease his Ghost if all rights we fullfill Astraea Which my sad Piety shall undertake Diana A Druy'd there is hard by le ts thither make Hylas Mistris I see here dwels some Diety I feel a scruple of m' Impiety In Love and would an unfaign'd Convert be If that the Tables Lawes I might but see Phillis Why you have heard them Hylas From an Enemy Against me fram'd of Contrariety Diana That is but just Sylvander Though unprofitable To fix a mind s'extreamly vari'able Hylas Wilt thou ingage thy self with me by vow What is therein to follow and allow Sylvander I will dispense with yours Love is my tye Hylas Phillis brings the •able to him and he reads And what I find therein such Ties will I If thou wilt perfect lover be What thou lov'st love not inf'nitely Sylvander Read right Shepherd Hylas Mistris do you oresee Else he 'l suspect 't is but my Trechery Phillis overlookes him Med'ocrity gives love the prise Extremity therin doth rise Rather from a selfe Treachery Then from a firme Fidelity Sylvander Can it be so Phillis I 'me sure so I it find Sylvander Then you must make me beleeve I was blind Hylas Mistrists had I not Reason to suspect And you Shepherd to your vow have Respect Diana Here 's that will end the Diff'rence oh Deceit Diana looking on the table finds the deceit Neither need fail here each reads his Conceit Both what 't was and is Sylvander It must repair'd be With his own hand All E•••t To that we all agree A SONG THe purest love that ere adorn'd the Earth Sung in the in•ermis•••• Lies buri'ed in a wave Thus what gave to his Beauteous Mother birth Gives him untimely Grave The Reason We suppose is palpable So purely burn't his Flame A Sea of floods was only capable To extinguish the same Rest gentle Ghost to consummate thy Night And gentle Earth unto his Bones be light Farewell Celadon Celadon farewell Our Dolefull Notes thus ring thy sun'rall Knell Scene 3. Act 3. Adamas Alexis Leonida Adamas Celadon in vestal habit Leonida encounters them To Leonida WHat Musick 's that which so far off we hear Leonida My haste to you doth that Relation bear Astraea this your Guest believing dead Thus celebrates his Fun'ral in yo• Mead Adamas 'T is better still to further our Intent Leonida VVhich finished their Course is hither bent To visit this our fair disguised Druy'd Alexis