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The combat of love and friendship, a comedy, as it hath formerly been presented by the gentlemen of Ch. Ch. in Oxford. By Robert Mead, sometimes of the same colledge.
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Mead, Robert, 1616-1653.
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the doom Of her displeasure howsoere my Plot Back'd with successe may soon dispel these clouds What Musing Sister your looks seems to wear A manly seriousnesse all your Gestures Should be as soft as an embrace Art I confesse I did not dresse my look nor put it on As we do use our Gorgets by the glasse But if it brags no lustre sprung from joy Of your Arrival it belies my heart But where 's Lysander pray y' for sure you 'l want Part of your wellcome whil'st that Name 's forgot Hyp. Urge that way Theocles 't is the best Physick To a melancholy virgin to hear talk Of one that loves her nay some say there is A sicknesse which that Name can onely cure Which the poor Doctor fain would undertake Art Stop thy lascivious tongue and do not dare To think the rest But brother you tell me not How fares Lysander The How I see friendship throughly in that Name Men talk of Pylades and I know not what Strange Enterprizes of rash Theseus But this Lysander how he out-goes all story Give me a man made up of the Extractions And quintessence of all whom ever yet Fame with her lowdest Trumpet hath proclaim'd For Men of Loyal Breasts and this same Man This Man thus fill'd with Friendship shall yet learn A way to love from our Lysander Art Sure You 'l strait commend him into some new God But I dare still wish after all this noyse That he were yet compleat in a firm love The That were to loose a wish I never yet Could tell of any that had made a choice To fixe his love within the tender compasse Of a fair Virgins bosome to which he thought The heavens themselves were poor and would contemn The gawdy competition of the stars And yet one whom a friends request Might tempt from all these joyes who for that Name Durst leap from his Elizium just such A Miracle is our Lysander Art And is the faith you brag'd of come to this How all his Praises vanish you do ill To raise my hopes to such an height and then The onely Argument of his Constancy Is that he 's false to Me 'T is no such miracle Of Love since you thus prize it to betray A Credulous Maid The Heavens and Gods defend it He plyes my Suit but no way leaves off you That love which some say is begot by sight And born within the eye yet does not perish At every distance nor yet die intomb'd In a dark mournful wink 't is stronger weav'd And growes more knotty then to be easily broke At each small Absence When you see two Irons Receive an equal vertue from the Loadstone How they both stirre at once and though divided By many envious miles yet how they move And dance one way still Thus your Lysander's love As near as your own heart replies to yours And still is constant here though still abroad Indeed he 's grown unto that strength of love Guarded with an unjealous Faith he dares In such a Cause be absent from your face And onely meet you in a Constant heart Hyp. I alwaies told her thus whil'st she reply'd I was too young to know a Lovers heart Art Heavens know and the Gods witnesse I 'de allow So long an absence as might even bring My love in question if ought thence should rise To further your Desires But pardon Brother If I esteem th' adventure of one visit Lesse fatal then to crosse your hopes He might Advance your flame and not neglect his own The Sister he dares not dream of a neglect Hyp. Still for my faithfulnesse Art He should much wrong The love I bear his vertues to contemn it But though he fling no other Scorn upon me 'T is one that he is absent The How I grieve That Love should be thus blind aside Art What troubled Brother The Onely I thought how ill Ethusa's Face Did suit with a disdain Art There 's something more In the quick change you were not wont so soon To let Lysander vanish from your Thoughts When hee 's fixt there he fills so great a space That Nothing else can enter no not Ethusa Your looks inform that you unwilling hide A truth which you are loath to utter say What strange mishap dares vex your knowledge is Lysander safe The Alas Sister know 'T is one that 's nearer then Lysander suffers Art What still Ethusa The Nay one nearer yet Know then 't is your misfortune throwes these clouds Upon my darkned Face And I could still Suppresse the Cause Faith Sister let it passe Art Nay then I will conjure you to reveal Your Thoughts at full The I can hold out no longer First then with pardon that your self hath scru'd And wrung out the Relation which my promptnesse Should freely offer know that Lysander loves Panareta nay so as I could wish His love as great to you At first indeed He did but fain Affection and put on Courtship as if he thought you present still But won by her sweet order'd Carriage And fair converse he like the giddy Fly Long sporting with the pleasant light at length Embrac'd the cruel flame He needs not strive To vent an artificial Sigh or Tear He does not labour now t' expresse a groan Or doubtful accent which may more betray Skill then affection Cupid uncompell'd Sits in his Face as proud to conquer him Whose Counterfeit seem'd to upbraid his Pow'r This sad discovery to my troubled thoughts Carries an equal irksomnesse t' unfold As to suppresse for thus I lose a Friend Who else should wrong a Sister Art Brother Is not the summe of all Lysander's falshood Methought I heard a Thing like this That sense Had but that discreet faculty to erre The O this villain Falshood That I might Enjoy my own wish and not murther his aside How I repent my Sin ere it be done But I must through it and yet bring it out This new strange way by still denying it No Sister hee 's not false Art What was it then Your speech deliver'd to my trembling Ear The 'T was that Lysander was grown false I cannot With my best Art conceal 't Indeed hee 's false Hyp. What will become of me now They 'l believe My treachery hath wrought all this and then Where is that Faith I bragg'd of Art Prithee Brother Withdraw a while heaven knowes I love thee better Then to enjoy thy company in teares The I 'le obey and watch the progresse of his Suite What though Lysander yet is my true friend If that can be whil'st hee 's my Sisters foe That Title shall not draw a wrong on you Hold then and I already clasp Ethusa Exit The Hyp. Fair Madam Art Prithee I am not fair I was so when Lysander lov'd me That Was all my Beauty Hyp. I am glad yet she will not Hear me she has not leisure then to chide Art And can Lysander thus forget his vowes And cease to love or place his unjust flame