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The maydes metamorphosis As it hath bene sundrie times acted by the Children of Powles.
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from eyes salt teares a flood All which I spend all which I spend For thee Ascanio my deare friend And though this houre I must feele The bitter sower of pricking steele Yet ill or well yet ill or well To thee Ascanio still farewell Orestes offers to strike her with his Rapier and is stayed by Phylander Orest. What meanes Phylander Phy. Oh forbeare thy stroke Her pitious mone and gesture might prouoke Hard flints to ruthe Orest. Hast thou forgot thy oath Phy. Forgot it no Or. Then wherfore doest thou interrupt me so Phy. A sudden terror ouercomes my thought Or. Thē suffer me that stands in fear of nought Phy. Oh hold Orestes heare my reason first Or. Is all religion of thy vowe forgot Do as thou wilt but I forget it not Phy. Orestes if thou standst vpon thine oath Let me alone to answere for vs both Or. What answer canst thou giue I wil not stay Phy. Nay villain then my sword shall make me way Or. Wilt thou in this against thy conscience striue Phy. I will defend a woman while I liue A virgin and an innocent beside Therefore put vp or else thy chaunce abide Or. I le neuer sheath my sword vnles thou show Our oath reserued we may let her go Phy. That will I do if truth may be of force Or. And then wil I be pleasd to graunt remorse Eu. Litle thought when out of doore I went That thus my life should stand on argument Phy. A lawfull oath in an vnlawfull cause Is first dispenc't withall by reasons lawes Then next respect must to the end be had Because th' intent doth make it good or bad Now here th' intent is murder as thou seest Which to performe thou on thy oath reliest But since the cause is wicked and vniust Th' effect must likewise be held odious We swore to kill and God forbids to kill Shall we be rulde by him or by mans will Beside it is a woman is condemde And what is he that is a man indeed That can endure to see a woman bleed Or. Thou hast preuaild Eurymine stand vp I will not touch thee for a world of gold Phy. Why now thou seemst to be of humane mould But on our graunt faire mayd that you shall liue Will you to vs your faithfull promise giue Henceforth t' abandon this your Country quite And neuer more returne into the sight Of fierce Telemachus the angry Duke Whereby we may be voyd of all rebuke Eur. Here do I plight my chaste vnspotted hand I will abiure this most accursed land And vow henceforth what fortune ere betide Within these woods and desarts to abide Phy. Now wants there nothing but a fit excuse To sooth the Duke in his conceiu'd abuse That he may be perswaded she is slaine And we our wonted fauour still maintaine Orest. It shall be thus within a Lawne hard by Obscure with bushes where no humane eye Can any way discouer our deceite There feeds a heard of Goates and country neate Some Kidde or other young ling will we take And with our swords dispatch it for her sake And hauing slaine it rip his panting breast And take the heart of the vnguiltie beast Which to th' intent our counterfeit report May seeme more likely we will beare to court And there protest with bloody weapons drawne It was her heart Phy. Then likewise take this Lawne Which well Telemachus did know she wore And let it be all spotted too with gore How say you mistresse will you spare that vale Eur. That or what else to verifie your tale And thankes Phylander and Orestes both That you preserue me from a Tyrants wroth Phy. I would it were within my power I wis To do you greater curtesie then this But what we cannot by our deeds expresse In heart we wish to ease your heauinesse Eur. A double debt yet one word ere ye go commend me to my deare Ascanio Whose loyall loue and presence to forgoe Doth gall me more then all my other woe Orest. Our liues shall neuer want to do him good Phy. Nor yet our death if he in daunger stood And mistresse so good fortune be your guide Or. And ought that may be fortunate beside Exeunt Eu. The like I wish vnto your selues againe And many happie dayes deuoyd of paine And now Eurymine record thy state So much deiected and opprest by fate What hope remaines wherein hast thou to ioy Wherein to tryumph but thine owne annoy If euer wretch might tell of miserie Then I alas poore I am only she Vnknowne of parents destitute of friends Hopefull of nought but what misfortune sends Banisht to liue a fugitiue alone In vncoth paths and regions neuer knowne Behold Ascanio for thy only sake These tedious trauels I must vndertake Nor do I grudge the paine seemes lesse to mee In that I suffer this distresse for thee Enter Siluio a Raunger Sil. Wel met fair Nymph or Goddesse if ye bee T is straunge me thinkes that one of your degree Should walke these solitary groues alone Eu. It were no maruell if you knew my mone But what are you that question me so far Sil. My habit telles you that a Forrester That hauing lost a heard of skittish Deere Was of good hope I should a found them heere Eu. Trust me I saw not any so farewell Sil. Nay stay and further of your fortunes tell I am not one that meanes you any harme Enter Gemulo the shepheard Ge. I thinke my Boy be fled away by charme Raunger well met within thy walke I pray Sawst thou not Moyso my vnhappie Boy Sil. Shepheard not I what meanst to seeke him here Ge. Because the wagge possest with doubtfull feare Least I would beate him for a fault he did Amongst those Trees I do suspect hee s hid But how now Raunger you mistake I trowe This is a Lady and no barren Dowe Sil. It is indeede and as it seemes distrest Whose griefe to know I humbly made request But she as yet will not reueale the same Ge. Perhaps to me she will speak gentle dame What daunger great hath driuen ye to this place Make knowne your state and looke what slender grace A Shepheards poore abilitie may yeeld You shall be sure of ere I leaue the feeld Eur. Alas good Sir the cause may not be knowne That hath inforste me to be here alone Sil. Nay feare not to discouer what you are It may be we may remedie your care Eu. Since needs you will that I renew my griefe Whether it be my chance to finde reliefe Or not I wreake not such my crosses are As sooner I expect to meete dispaire Then thus it is not farre from hence do dwell My parents of the world esteemed well Who with their bitter threats my graūt had won This day to marrie with a neighbours son And such a one to whom I should be wife As I could neuer fancie in my life And therefore to auoyd that endlesse thrall This morne I came
a fine Ring a We haue daunc't lustily and thus we sing a. All about in and out ouer this Greene a Too and fro trip and go to our braue Queene a. Actus tertius Scena 1. Enter Appollo and three Charites 1. Cha. No no great Phoebus this your silence tends To hide your griefe from knowledge of your friends Who if they knew the cause in each respect Would shewe their vtmost skill to cure th' effect Ap. Good Ladyes your conceites in iudgement erre Because you see me dumpish you referre The reason to some secret griefe of mine But you haue seene me melancholy many a time Perhaps it is the glowing weather now That makes me seeme so ill at ease to you 1 Fine shifts to colour that you cannot hide No Phoebus by your lookes may be discride Some hid conceit that harbors in your thought Which hath therein some straunge impression wrought That by the course thereof you seeme to mee An other man then you were wont to bee Ap. No Ladies you deceiue your selues in mee What likelihood or token do ye see That may perswade it true that you suppose 2 Appollo hence a great suspition growes Yeare not so pleasaunt now as earst in companie Ye walke alone and wander solitarie The pleasaunt toyes we did frequent sometime Are worne away and growne out of prime Your Instrument hath lost his siluer sound That rang of late through all this grouie ground Your bowe wherwith the chace you did frequent Is closde in case and long hath bene vnbent How differ you from that Appollo now That whilom sat in shade of Lawrell bowe And with the warbling of your Iuorie Lute T' alure the Fairies for to daunce about Or from Th' appollo that with bended bowe Did many a sharp and wounding shaft bestowe A midst the Dragon Pithons scalie wings And forc't his dying blood to spout in springs Beleeue me Phebus who sawe you then and now Would thinke there were a wondrous change in you Ap. Alas faire dames to make my sorows plain Would but reuiue an auncient wound again Which grating presently vpon my minde Doth leaue a scar of former woes behinde 3 Phoebus if you account vs for the same That tender thee and loue Appollos name Powre forth to vs the fountaine of your woe Frō whence the spring of these your sorows slowe If we may any way redresse your mone Commaund our best harme will we do you none Ap. Good Ladies though I hope for no reliefe I le shewe the ground of this my present griefe This time of yeare or there about it was Accursed be the time tenne times alas When I from Delphos tooke my iourney downe To see the games in noble Sparta Towne There saw I that wherein I gan to ioy Amilchars sonne a gallant comely boy Hight Hiacinth full fifteene yeares of age Whom I intended to haue made my Page And bare as great affection to the boy As euer Ioue in Ganimede did ioy Among the games my selfe put in a pledge To trie my strength in throwing of the sledge Which poysing with my strained arme I threw So farre that it beyond the other slew My Hiacinth delighting in the game Desierd to proue his manhood in the same And catching ere the sledge lay still on ground With violent force aloft it did rebound Against his head and battered out his braine And so alas my louely boy was slaine 1. Hard hap O Phoebus but sieth it 's past gone We wish ye to forbeare this frustrate mone Ap. Ladies I know my sorrowes are in vaine And yet from mourning can I not refraine 1. Eurania some pleasant Song shall sing To put ye from your dumps Ap. Alas no Song will bring The least reliefe to my perplexed minde 2. No Phoebus what other pastime shal we finde To make ye merry with Ap. Faire dames I thanke you all No sport nor pastime can release my thrall My grief 's of course when it the course hath had I shall be merrie and no longer sad 1 What will ye then we doo Ap. And please ye you may goe And leaue me here to seed vpon my woe 2 Then Phebus we can but wish ye wel again Exeunt Charites Ap. I thanke ye gentle Ladies for your paine O Phoebus wretched thou thus art thou faine With forg'de excuses to conceale thy paine O Hyacinth I suffer not these fits For thee my Boy no no another sits Deeper then thou in closet of my brest Whose sight so late hath wrought me this vnrest And yet no Goddesse nor of heauenly kinde She is whose beautie thus torments my minde No Fayrie Nymph that haunts these pleasaunt woods No Goddesse of the flowres the fields nor floods Yet such an one whom iustly I may call A Nymph as well as any of them all Eurymine what heauen affoords thee heere So may I say because thou com'st so neere And neerer far vnto a heauenly shape Then she of whom Ioue triumph't in the Rape I le sit me downe and wake my griefe againe To sing a while in honour of thy name The Song A midst the mountaine Ida groues Where Paris kept his Heard Before the other Ladies all He would haue thee preferd Pallas for all her painting than Her face would seeme but pale Then Iuno would haue blusht for shame And Venus looked stale Eurymine thy selfe alone Shouldst beare the golden ball So far would thy most heauenly forme Excell the other all O happie Phoebus happie then Most happie should I bee If faire Eurymine would please To ioyne in loue with mee Enter Eurymine Eu. Although there be such difference in the chaunge To liue in Court and desart woods to raunge Yet in extremes wherein we cannot chuse An extreame refuge is not to refuse Good gentlemen did any see my heard I shall not finde them out I am afeard And yet my maister wayteth with his bowe Within a standing for to strike a Doe You saw them not your silence makes me doubt I must goe further till I finde them out Ap. What seek you prettie Mayde Eu. Forsooth my heard of Deere Ap. I sawe them lately but they are not heere Eu. I pray Sir where Ap. An houre agoe or twaine I sawe them feeding all aboue the plaine Eu. So much the more my toile to fetch them in I thanke ye Sir Ap. Nay stay sweet Nymph with mee Eu. My busines cannot so dispatched bee Ap. But pray ye Maide it will be verie good To take the shade in this vnhaunted wood This flowring bay with branches large and great Will shrowd ye safely from the parching heat Eu. Good sir my busines calls me hence in hast Ap. O stay with him whō conquered thou hast With him whose restles thoughts do beat on thee With him that ioyes thy wished face to see With him whose ioyes surmount all ioyes aboue If thou wouldst thinke him worthie of thy loue Eu. Why Sir would you desire another make And weare that garland for your Mistres