of any loue Why speake I thus of loue why blame him thus Is he the cause that the whole world in loue Or rather loue-dissembling sinneth so Oh womans treacherie that is the cause That hath begotten loue this infamy How euer loue be in his nature good With them his goodnesse suddenly he leeseth They neuer suffer him to touch their hearts But in their faces onely build his bowre Their care their pompe and all their whole delight Is in the barke of a bepainted face T' is not in them now faith with faith to grace And to contend in loue with him that loues Into two breasts diuiding but one will Now all their labour is with burnish'd gold To die their haire and tye it vp in curles Therein to snare vnwary louers in O what a stinking thing it is to see them take A Pencill vp and paint their bloudlesse cheekes Hiding the faults of nature and of time Making the pale to blush the wrinkled plaine The blacke seeme white faults mending with farre worse Then with a paire of pincers do they pull Their eye-browes till they smart againe But this is nothing though it be too much For all their customes are alike to these What is it that they vse which is not counterfeit Ope they their mouthes they lie mooue they their eyes They counterfeit their lookes If so they sigh Their sighes dissembled are In summe each act Each looke each gesture is a verie lie Nor is this yet the worst T' is their delight Them to deceiue eu'n most that trust them most And loue them least that are most worthy loue True faith to hate worser then death it selfe These be the trickes that make loue so peruerse Then is the fault faithlesse Corisca thine Or rather mine that haue beleeu'd thee so How many troubles haue I for thy sake sustaind I now repent nay more I am ashamed Louers beleeue me women once ador'd Are worser then the griefly powers of hell Strait by their valure vaunt they that they are The same you by your folly fashion them Let go these baseâ— sighes praiers and plaints Fit weapons for women and children onely Once did I thinke that praiers plaints and sighes Might in a womans heart haue stirred vp The flames of loue but rush I was deceiu'd Then if thou wouldst thy mistresse conquer leaue These silly toyes and close thou vp all loue Do that which loue and nature teacheth thee For modestie is but the outward vertue of A womans face Wherefore to handle her with modestie Is a meere fault she though she vse it loues it not A tender-harted Louer shalt thou not Corisca euer find me more but like a man I will assaile and pierce thee through and through Twise haue I taken thee and twise againe Thou hast escap'd I know not how my hands But if thou com'st the third time in my reach I 'le fetter thee for running then away T'hart wont to passe these woods I like a hound Will hunt thee out Oh what a sweet reuenge I meane to take I meane to make thee proue What t' is vniustly to betray thy Loue. Exit Chorus Oh high and puissant law writ rather borne Within loues mightie brest Whose euer swet and louely louing force Towards that good which we vnseene suborne Our harts doth pull and wills doth wrest And eu'n natures selfe to it doth force Not onely our fraile corpce Whose sence scarce sees is borne and dies againe As daily houres waxe and waine But eu'n inward causes hidden seeds That moues and gouernes our eternall deeds If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties still And if within as farre as Sunne doth see To 'th mightie Moone and starres Titanian fame A liuing spright doth fill With his male â—alew this same vast degree If thence mans of spring bee The plants haue life and beasts both good and bad Whether the earth be clad With floures or nipt haue her ill-feathered wing It still comes from thine euersting spring Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortall wights From whence starres gentle now strait fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or mishaps attire From whence lifts frailest lights The houre of birth haue or of death the bound That which makes rise or else pullâ— downe In their disturbd affects all humane will And giuing seemes or taking still Fortune to whom the world would this were giuen All from thy soueraigne bountie is deriuen Oh word ineuitably true and sure If it thy meaning is Arcadia shall after so many woes Finde out new rest and peace new life procure If the fore-told on blisse Which the great Oracle did erst expose Of the faire fatall marriage rose Proceed from thee and in thy heau'nly minde Her fixed place doth finde If that same voice do not dissemble still Who hinders then the working of thy will See loues and pitties foe awayward swaine A proud and cruell youth That comes from heauen and yet with heau'n contends See then another Louer faithfull in vaine Battring a harts chast truth VVho with his flames perhaps thy will offends The lesse that he attends Pittie to 's plâ—ints reward to his desart More straungely flames in faith his hart Fatall this beautie is to him that it high prizeth Being destenied to him that it despizeth Thus in it selfe alas diuided stands This heauenly power And thus one fate another iustles still Yet neither conquered is neither commaunds False humane hopes that towre And plant a siege to th' Elementall hill Rebellious vnto heauens will Arming poore thoughts like giant fooles againe Louers and no Louers vine VVho would haue thought loue and disdaine blind things Should mount aboue the soueraigne starry wings But thou that standst aboue both starres fate And with thy wit diuine Great mouer of the skies dost them restraine Behold we thee beseech our doubtfull state VVith desteny combine And fathers louing zeale loue and disdaine Mixe flame and frozen vaine Let them that shund to loue now learne to loue Let not that other mone Ah let not others blindest folly thus Thy gently promisde pittie take from vs. But who doth know perhaps this same that seemes An vnauoydable mischieuous estate May proue right fortunate How fond a thing it is for mortall sight To search into the Eternall sunnes high light An end of the first Act. Act. 2. Scene 1. Ergasto. Mirtillo HOw I haue searcht alongst the riuers side About the meadowes fountains and the hils To find thee out which now I haue the gods be prais'd Mir. Ah that thy newes Ergasto may deserue This haste But bringst thou life or death Er. This though I had I would not giue it thee That do I hope to giue thee though I haue it not As yet But fie thou must not suffer griefe To ouerthrow thy sences thus Liue man and hope But to the purpose of my comming now Ormino hath a sister knowst her not A tall big wench a
thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure Elisa treachours where are you become Let me alone Mir. Behold I let you go Ama. This is Coriscaes craft well keep you that Which you haue not deseru'd Mir. Why flie you hence Cruell behold my death behold this dart Shall pierce my woful brest Am. What wil you do Mir. That which perhaps grieues you most cruell Nimph. That any else beside your selfe should do Am. Oh me me thinkes I am halfe dead Mir. But if this worke belong alone to you Behold my brest here take this fatall dart Ama. Death you haue merited But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume Mi. My loue Ama. Loue is no cause of any villain-act Mi. Loue trust me t' was in me I made me respectiue And since you first laid hold on me lesse cause You haue to call my action villanie Yea eu'n when I by so commodious meanes Might be made bold to vse the lawes of loue Yet did I quake a Louer to be found Ama. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray Mir. My much more loue makes me more blind then you Ama. Prayers and fine conceits not snares and thefts Discreetest Louers vse Mir. Assauadge beast With hunger hunted from the woods breakes forth And doth assaile the straunger on his way So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue since that sweet foode me haue forbad Either your crueltie or else my fate A starued Louer issuing from those woods Where I haue suffered long and wretched fast Haue for my health assaid this stratage me Which loues necessitie vpon me thrust Now blame not me Nimph cruell blame your selfe For praiers and conceits true loues discretion As you them call you not attend from me You haue bereau'd with shunning me the meanes To loue discreetly Ama. Discreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you so In vaine you know you do pursue me still What is 't you seeke of me Mir. Onely one time Daine but to heare me ere I wretched die Ama. T 's well for you the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had now get you hence Mir. Ah Nimph that which I haue already said Is but a drop of that huge ample sea Of my complaints if not for pittie sake Yet for your pleasure now heare cruell but The latest accents of a dying voice Ama. To ease your mind and me this cumber rid I graunt to heare you but with this condition Speake small part soone and neuer turne againe Mir. In too too small a bundle cruell Nimphe You do ccommaund me binde my huge desires Which measure but by thought nought could containe That I you loue and loue more then life If you deny to know aske but these woods And they will tell and tell you with them will Their beasts their trees stones of these great rocks Which I so oft haue tender made to melt At found of my complaints But what make I Such proofe of loue where such rare beautie is See but how many beauteous things the skies containe How many dresse the earth in braue attire Thence shall you see the force of my desire For as the waters fall the fire doth rise The ayre doth flâ—e the earth lies firmly still And all these same the skies do compasse round Eu'n so to you as to their chiefest good My soule doth flie and my poore thoughts do run With all affection to your louely beauties He that from their deare obiect would them turne Might fast turne from their viuall course the skie The earth the ayre the water and the fire And quite remooue the earth from oft his seate But why commaund you me to speake but small Small shall I tell it I but tell you shall That I must die and lesse shall dying doo If I but see what is my turne too Ay me what shall I do which may out-last My miserable loue When I am dead Yet cruell soule haue pitie on my paines Ah faire ah deare I sometime so sweete a cause Why I did liue whilst my good fates were pleasd Turne hitherward those starry lights of loue Let me them see once meeke and full of pitie Before I die So may my death be sweet As they haue bene good guide vnto my life So let them be vnto my death and that Sweet loâ—ke which first begat my loue beget My death 〈◊〉 my loues Hesperus become The 〈◊〉 starâ—e of my decaying day But you obdurate neuer 〈…〉 Whilâ—â— I more humble you more haughtie are And can you heare me and not speake a word Whom do I speake too wretch a marble stone If you will say nought else yet bid me die And you shal see what force your words will haue Ah wicked loue this is a miserie extreame A Nymph so cruell so desirous of my death Because I aske it as a fauour scornes to giue it Arming her cruell voyce in silence so Least it might fauour mine exceeding wo. Ama. If I as well to answere as to heare You pronus'd had iust cause you might haue found To haue condemn'd my silence for vniust You call me cruell imagining perhaps By that reproofe more easily to drawe Me to the contrary No know Mirtillo I am no more delighted with the sound Of that desertlesse and disliked praise You to my beautie giue then discontent To heare you call me cruell and vniust I graunt this crueltie to any else a fault But to a louer vertue t 's and honestie Which in a woman you call crueltie But be it as you you 'd blame-worthy fault To be vnkinde to one that loues Tell me When was Amarillis cruell vnto you Perhaps when reason would not giue me leaue To vse this pitie yet how I it vs'd Your selfe can iudge when you from death I sau'd I meane when you among a noble sort of maides A lustfull Louer in a womans cloathes Banded your selfe and durst contaminate Their purest sports mingling mong kisses innocent Kisses lasciuious and impure which to remember I am asham'd But heauens my witnesse are I knew you not and after I you knew I scornd your deed and kept my soule vntoucht From your lasciuiousnesse not suffering at all The venome there to runne to my chaste heart You violated nothing saue th'out side Of these my lips A mouth kist but by force Spits out the kisse and kill the shame withall But tell me you what fruite had you receiu'd Of your rash theft had I discouered you Vnto those Nymphes The Thracian Orfeus had not bene So lamentably torne on Ebers bankes Of Bacchus dames as you had bene of them Had not you help 't her pittie whom you cruell call That pittie which was fit for me to giue I euer gaue For other t' is in vaine you either aske or hope If you me loue then loue mine honestie My safetie loue and loue my life withall Thou art too farre from that which thou desir'st The heauens forbid the earth contraries it Death
e're thou prou'dst Thy sunnes hotte fire take pitie then of mine Guide hither curteous goddesse that same swaine With swift and subtill feet that hath my faith And thou deare Caue into thy bosome take Me loues handmaid and giue me leaue there to Accomplish my desires Why do I stay Here 's none doth see or heare Enter secure Oh Mirtillo couldst thou but dream to find me here Sce. 8. Mirtillo WHat am I blind or do I too much see Ah had I but bene borne without these eyes Or rather not at all had I bene borne Did spitefull fates reserue me thus aliue To let me see so bad so sad a sight Mirtill thy torments passe the paines of hell No doubt no more suspend not thy beliefe Thine eies thine eares haue seene haue heard it true Thy loue an other ownes not by the lawe Of earth that bindes her vnto any one But by loues lawe that tyes her sole to thee O cruell Amarillis wa' st not inough To kill me wretch but thou must scorne me too That faithlesse mouth that sometime graâ—'t my ioies Did vomit out my hatefull name because She would not haue it in her heart to be A poore partaker of her pleasures sweet Why stay'st thou now she that did giue me life Hath ta'n't away and giu'n't an other man Yet wretch thou liu'st thou dost not die O die Mirtillo die to thy tormenting griefe As to thy ioy thou art alreadie dead Die dead Mirtillo finish't is thy life Finish thy torment too fleet wretched soule Through this foure constrain'd and wayward death T is for thy greater ill that thus thou liust But what And must I die without reuenge First will I make him die that giues me death Desire to liue so long I will retaine Till iustly I haue that Vsurper slaine Yeeld Griefe vnto Reuenge Pittie to Ragâ— Death vnto life till with my life I haue Reueng'd the death another guiltles gaue This Steele shall not drinke mine vnuenged blood My hand shall rage ere it shall pitteous bee What ere thou art that ioyst my comfortes all I 'le make thee feele thy ruine in my fall I 'le place me heere eu'n in this very Groue And as I see him but approach the Caue This Dart shall sodaine wound him in his side It shal be cowardlike to strike him thus I 'le challenge him to single combat I Not so for to this place so knowne and vsd Shepheards may come to hinder vs and worse May search the cause that moou'd me to this fight Which to deny were wickednesse to faigne Will make me faythlesse held and to discouer Will blot her name with endlesse infamiet In whom albeit I like not what I see Yet what I lou'd I do and euer shall But what hope I to see th'adult'rer die That robd her of her honor me my life But if I kill him shall not then his blood Be to the world a token of this deed Why feare I death since I desire to die But then this murder once made plaine makes plaine The cause whereby she shall incurre that infamie I 'le enter then this Caue and so assayle him I so that pleaseth me I 'le steale in softly So that she shall not heare me I beleeue That in the secretst and the closest part I gather by her wordes I shall her finde Therefore I will not enter in too farre A hollow hole there is made in a Rocke The left side couer'd all with Yâ—ie leaues Beneath th' other asscent there will I stand And tune attend t' effect what I desire I 'le beare my dead foe to my lyuing foe Thus of them both I shal be well reueng'd Then with this selfe same Dart I le pierce this brest So shall there be three pier'st without reliefe First two with Steele the third with deadly griefe Fierse she shall see the miserable end Of her belou'd and her betrayed friend This Caue that should be harbour of her ioyes Of both her loues and that which more I craue Of her great shame may proue the happy graue And you the steppes that I in vaine haue followed Could you me speed of such a faythfull way Could you direct me to so deare a Bowre Behold I follow you O Corisea Corisea Now hast thou told too true now I beleeue thee SCE. 9. Satyre DOth this man then beleeue Corisea following her steps Into the Caue of Eriâ—â—aâ— Well hee 's mad He knowes her not beleeue mee he had need Haue better hold of her ingaged fayth Then I had of her heare But knottes more stranged Then gaudy guiftes on her he cannot tie This damned Whoore hath sold her selfe to him And here shee 'le pay the shamefull markets price Shee is within her steps bewray the same This falles out for her punishment and thy reuenge With this great ouerstuâ—ding stone close thou the Caue Goe then about and fetch the Priest with thee By the hill way which few or none do know Let her be executed as the law commaunds For breach of marriage troth which she to Coridon Hath plighted though she euer it conceal'd For feare of me so shall I be reueng'd Of both at once I 'le leese no farther time From off this Elme I 'le cut a bough with which I may more speedely remoue this stone Oh how great it is How fast it stickes I 'le digge it round about This is a worke in deed Where are my wonted forces Oh peruerse Starres in spight of you I 'le moou't Oh Pan Licciu helpe me now thou wert a louer once Reuenge thy loue disdaind vpon Corisea So in the name of thy great power it mooues So in the Power of thy great name it falles Now is the wicked Foxe ta'ne in the trappe Oh that all wicked Women were with thee within That with one fire they might be all destroyd Chorus HOw Puissaunt art thou Loue Natures miracle and the Worldes wonder What sauadge nation or what rusticke hart Is it that of thy power feeles no part But what Wit 's so profound can pull asunder That powers strength Who feeles those flames thy fire lightes at length Immoderate and vaine Will say amortall spright thou sole dost raigne And liue in the corporall and fleshly brest But who feeles after how a louer is Wak'ned to Vertue and how all those flames Do tremble out at sight of honest shames Vnbrid'led blust'ring lustes brought downe to rest Will call thee Spright of high immortall blisse Hauing thy holy receptacle in the soule Rare miracle of human and diuine aspectes That blind dost see and Wisedome mad corrects Of sence and vnderstanding intellects Of reason and desire confus'd affects Such Emperie hast thou on earth And so the heauens aboue dost thou controule Yet by your leaue a wonder much more rare And more stupendious hath the world then you For how you make all wonders yeeld and bow Is easely knowne Your powers do berthe And being taken from vertue of a woman faire O Woman guift of the
high heauenly skie Or rather his who did their spangled gowne So gorgious make vnto our mortall eye What hath it which a Womans beautie push not downe In his vast brow a monstrous Cicloplike It onely one eye hath Which to beholding gazers giues no light But rather doth with terrour blindnesse strike Yf it do sigh or speake t' is like the wrath Of an enraged Lion that would fight And not the skies alone but euen poore fieldes Are blasted with the flames his lightning weildes Whilst thou with Lampes most sweete And with an amorous angelicke light Of two Sunnes visible that neuer meete Dost alwayes the tempesteous troubled spright Of thy beholder quiet and delight Sound motion light that beautie doth assume State daintinesse and valew do aright Mixe such a harmony in that farre sight That skyes themselues with vanitie presume Yf lesse then Paradice those skies do shine To Paragon with thee thing most deuine Good reason hath that soueraigne creature nam'd A Man to whom all mortall thinges do how If thee beholding higher cause allow And yeeld to bee What though he rule and triumph truely fam'd It is not for high powers more worth do see In him then is in thee Either of scepter or of victorie But for to make thee farre more glorious stand Because the Conqurour thou dost commaund And sâ—'t must bee for mans humanitie Is subiect still to Beauties deutie Who will not trust this but contrary saith Let him behold Mirtilloes wondrous fayth Yet Woman to thy worth this is a staine Loue is made loue so hopelesly and vaine SCE. 1. Corisea SO fixed was my hart and whole intent In bringing of this Deere vnto the bow That I forgotten had my dearest heire That brutish villaine robd me of Oh how I grieud With such a price to purchace mine escape But t' was of force to get out of the handes Of that same senceles beast who though he haue Lesse hart then any Conny hath yet might he do Me many iniuries and many skornes I alwayes him despisd whilst he had blood In any of his vaines like a Horse-leach I suckt him still Now doth it grieue him that I haue giu'n o're to loue him still iust cause he had If one could loue a most vnlouely Beast Like hearbes that earst were got for holsome vse The iuice drawne out they rest vnprofitable And like a stinking thing we them despise So him when I had what so ere was good suckt out From him how should I vse but throw the saples trunke Vnto the dunghill heape Now will I see Yf Coridon be gotten close into the Caue What newes is this I see Sleepe I or do I wake I am assurd this Caues mouth erst was ope How close t is shut How is this auncient Stone Rould downe was it an Earthquake since Yet would I know if Coridon were there With Amarillis then car'd I little for the rest Certaine hee 's there for t is a good while since Lisetta gaue him word Who knowes the contrary T' may be Mirtillo moued with disdaine Hath done this deed hee had hee but my minde Could onely haue perform'd this rare exployte Well by the Mountaines way will I go see And learne the troth of all how it hath past SCE. 2. Dorinda Linco LInco I am assur'd thou knowst me not Lin. Who would haue thought that in these rusty rags Gentle Dorinda had been euer hid Were I some Dogge as I but Linco am Vnto thy cost I should thee know too well VVhat do I see Dor. Linco thou seest great loue VVorking effectes both strange and miserable Lin. One like thy selfe so soft so tender yet That wer't but now as one would say a babe And still me thinkes it was but yesterday Since in mine armes I had thee little wretch Ruling thy tender cryes and taught thee too To call thy Father Dad thy Mother Mamme When in your house I was a Seruant hir'd Thou that so like a fearefull Doe wa' st wont To feare earch thing before thou feltst this loue Why on a sodaine thee would scarre each blast Each Bird that stird a bush each Mouse that from Her hole did run each Leafe would make thee start Now wandrest all alone by hills by woodes Fearing no Beast that hauntes the Forrestes wilde Dor. Wounded with Loue who feares another hurt Lin. Loue had great power that could not onely thee Into a Man but to a Wolfe transeforme Dor. O Linco could'st thou but see here within There should'st thou see a lyuing Wolfe deuoure My wretched soule like to a harmeles Lambe Lin. And who 's that Wolfe Siluio Do. Ah thou hast said Lan. Thou for he is a Wolfe hast changd thy selfe Into a Wolfe because no humane lookes Could mooue his loue perhaps this beastes yet mought But tell me where had'st thou these cloathes so ragd Do. I 'le tell thee true to day I went betime There where I heard that Siluio did intend A noble hunting to the sauage Boore At Erimantus foote where Eliceit Puts vp his head not farre off from the lawnd That from the hill is seuer'd by discent I found Melâ—mpo my faire Siluioes Dogge Whose thirst I thinke had drawne him to that place I that each thing of Siluio held full deare Shade of his shape and footsteps of his feete Much more the Dogge which he so dearely lou'd Him straightway tooke and hee without adoo Like to some gentle Cade came quietly with mee Now whilst I cast this Dogge to reconuey Home to his Lord and mine hoping to make A conquest of his loue by guift so deare Behold he comes seeking his footsteps out And heere he stayes Deare Linco I will not Leese further time in telling euery thing That twixt vs past but briefly to dispatch After a heape of faigned vowes and wordes The cruell Boy fled from me straight away In ire'full mood with his thrice-happy Dogge And with my deare and sweetest sweete reward Lin. Oh desperate Siluio Oh cruell Boy What didst thou then Disdaind'st thou not his deed Dor. As if the heate of his disdaine had been Of loue vnto my hart the greatest fire So by his rage increased my desire Yet still pursuing him vnto the chace Keeping my broken way I Lupus met Heere thought I good with him to change my cloathes And in his seruile habite me to hide That mongst the Swaines I for a Swaine might passe And at my pleasure see my Silaâ—o Lin. Went'st thou to hunt in likenesse of a Woolfe Seene by the Dogges and yet returnâ—â—'st safe Domida thou hast done 〈◊〉 Do 〈◊〉 No wonder t' is the Doggeâ— could do no harme Vnto their Maisters 〈…〉 There stood I 〈…〉 sort Of neighbour 〈…〉 Rather to see the 〈…〉 At euery 〈…〉 Beast My hart did quake 〈…〉 My soule step 〈…〉 But my chiefe hope the 〈…〉 disterb'd Of that immeasurable Boore 〈…〉 Like as the rau'nous strength of 〈◊〉 storme In little time bringes trees and rockes to ground So by his tuskes