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The enchanted lovers: a pastoral / by Sr. William Lower Knight.
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Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662.
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what have they committed Worthy of such a punishment for having Hid their love from you lived in your Court Under the name of brother and of sister Deceiv'd the hope and envy of their Rivals Conserv'd their honour and perhaps their life â—s this so great a crime as should be punish'd By charmes which have no end must they be made To dye and to revive continually By turns and by a strange unworthy fate The living be inforc'd successively Still to lament the dead their pittious cryes And hideous clamours give both souls mouths Unto those rocks to join in plaints with me The whole Isle's moved with them and disturb'd PARTHENIA Madam I join in this petition Vouchsafe to hear me O forbear to dart Thunder and wrath upon this happy place Where the Gods liberally pour upon mortals So many and so great felicities Begin not to disturb the sweet repose Of an abode that 's favoured by Heaven To please those Shepheards whose devotions May fix upon some other Sanctuary More safe and other Soveraigns more sweet THIMANTES Yes Madam stop the mouth of this sad murmur Let it be smother'd this inchantment hath Continued too long break break the charm And pacifie our spirits immediately Which are astonished at this proceeding ISMENIA If in the freedom which J use too frequently My mouth might date to speak and not diplease you I should then tell you that this rigid course You take would leave you here ner Shepheardesses Nor Shepheards they would seek this place no more For their retrait and sanctuary but shun it Like a destroying rock and this fair Iland The glory of the world would be a wilderness To enjoy subjects rule your passions better â—â—d be more soveraign over your self MELISSA Shepheards and Shepheardesses your discourses Astonish and surprize me know my Art Is a sufficient warrant for my actions J could do greater yet and stranger too Though this which you have seen seemeth unjust Unto you have you any right or priviledge To complain to me and to murmur thus Much less to reprehend and censure me How should the bold Shepheard Thersander dare To injure me and to deride my power Should he presume to lay aside his duty And respect for me and I wink at it That so can punish such an insolence Presume it not the blood of Zoroastres Is not yet born under so ill a star J know its influence better and can use it To the destruction of those that wrong me Yes Shepheards I am skilful in the qualities Of herbs and roots and as I have occasion J chuse them some for poyson some for medicine When I wil I prescribed some to confound The memorie and to distract the spirit But those obnoxious weeds I never use But for their punishment that do offend me Have I not reason to maintain my rank In dignity and honour those that dare To brave me without doubt hazard themselves My scepter's guarded with enwreathed serpents Whose fearful aspects bid all keep aloof And threaten death to those that dare to touch it Thirsis hath felt their stings what reason had he To be an enemy to his ovvn fortune And interest in foolishly refusing The honour of the name to be my Nephevv I will advance him and expect that he Shall yet accept this honourable title Of Husband to my Neece Parthenia Your colour changes but in vain you hide Your thoughts from me I can discover them I know that you love Clidamant and more What you design and what you do discourse But understand both one and t'other of you That I must be obey'd in what I will My power can force it take heed ye provoke not My anger if J may not be belov'd J will be fear'd PARTHENIA Madam MELISSA It is enough You know my prohibition CLIDAMANT I hope To bend her but at present let 's say nothing THIMANTES We all know your high rank and quality With reverence and respect so in that notion We imploy but our prayers to perswade you They are our onely arms be touched with them And dissipate these charms Thersander now Begins t' awake out of his fatal fit You 'l hear his plaints and clamours presently His cryes and his despair for his dear Mistress This is the hour wherein he is tormented This object without doubt before your eyes Will raise up pitty Madam in your heart His sighs will quench your anger and prevail Much more then we see he begins to move Madam you will be touch'd to hear him speak SCENA IV. THERSANDER DIANA MELISSA ISMENIA PARTHENIA CLIDAMANT THIMANTES THERSANDER by DIANAS body O Lamentable object why mine eyes Were ye not cover'd with eternal darkness That J might not have seen this fatal spectacle Oh! what cause have I to complain of fortune That my sleep is not the last sleep of death In the night of the Grave I should take rest And not be ty'd to die thus all my life I should be there but dust and this sad sight Should not have martyred my heart and eyes Yes my dear Mistress sometime my delight Thy sight is now my greatest punishment And in this sad estate wherein I see thee Thou which wert once my joy art now my grief Thy body 's but a trunk that gives me horror Thy head all over's smoaking with thy blood The graces lodge no more there I see death In every place where I saw love before How dost thou live no more then have I lost thee As soon as found thee hopes born and destroy'd With an immortal love fantosine of fortune Which lasts good but a day wealth too soon lost Brightness too soon put out excessive joy To which so many plaints so soon succeed Why in that splendor where with all you slatter'd My name did you promice so much unto me And give so little Fair eyes sometimes conquerous Whose lightsafe shut up in eternal night In spight of all my prayers call me not From death unto the light is' t possible That I can see here what Diana sees not No no I live no more since she is dead Yet my heart moves but this last strugling is But a small spark that 's left behind and shines A little after death 't is but a vapour An exaltation a wind a smoak Last dying and last kindled I am coming To join with thee object of my desire To give thee soul for soul and sigh for sigh Death is my aid my hope is but in her I will express that I am faithful to thee In that not able to survive thy fate I put my self into the arms of death CLIDAMANT Madam you see how great his torment is And whereunto your hatred hath reduc'd him You see besides how far without proportion Of the crime to the punishment the power Of your inchantment goes these woods weep at it And these rocks which before heard no complaints Are pierc'd now with his cryes and become soft And sensible the Eccho likewise mourns And should you
will keep his constancy For thee whom he thinks dead but here 's my Lover SCENA III. THIMANTES DIANA ISMENIA ISMENIA to THIMANTES WHat busines brings thee hither THIMANTES Here I come A little to divert my thought DIANA What thought THIMANTES 'T is a disease which doth assault my sense ISMENIA What i st without more circumstance THIMANTES My plaint Without words would express it at the sports Too many Shepheards had unto my grief Too long thy free ear and perhaps thy heart A World of people pressed round about thee The Shepheard Dorilas me thought discours'd Too long with thee I saw so many others Prostrated at thy foot ISMENIA Without more words Thimantes is become a jealous fool Since thou wilt love me learn to know me well Thimantes I am free and will no Master I 'le ne'r depend on any but my self Tell me I pray thee did I ever promise To speak to none but thee dost thou imagine So vainly that thou art the only Lover That serves me have not I yet some which ought To be conserv'd and amongst all the Shepheards Whose faith I have receiv'd if I should open My mouth and eyes on none of them but thee And that one of those dayes thy mind should change And mine change too as all this well may happen Would all the others jealous of this kindness Express'd to thee thus in particular Be still my Lovers though I had lost thee And if my liberty were not expos'd For all which of them would commiserate My fortune in thy losse I think upon Th' event of things which thou canst not assure At least if one quits me another takes me Consider if this humour pleaseth thee If thou canst serve me all thy life time thus And not be jealous if thou canst hope one day Both mouth and hand and happily the heart May flatter thy affection THIMANTES This way Seems very strange unto me but almost Every fair evening some appointed place Of meeting seems t' assure me of thy love Sufficiently and not to flatter me With frivolous hope ISMENIA Yet hitherto it is But airy words THIMANTES I hope all things from time In waiting for that day our names engraven In every place will speak my love Ismenia I promise ISMENIA But no more here comes Thersander That Shepheard whose enflamed heart thine eyes Hath rendered as hes DIANA Well Ismenia I leave you ISMENIA This is too much rigour trust me At least afford the face if thou deny'st The heart SCENA IV. THERSANDER DIANA THIMANTES ISMENIA THERSANDER to DIANA OH stay dear object stay thou that art cause Of all my torments I have but one word To say before I dye the Nimph hath crown'd My valour with these prizes here I come To lay them at thy feet with them my heart If thou wilt triumph on this festival day Suffer at least thy conquest in thy sight That 's all th' ambition of this captive heart DIANA Captive to me if so make it change Master I freely do release it break its chain Thy self if thy design be not to have me Free it with my own hand THERSANDER Alas it is not Its liberty that I desire DIANA Then let it Live still a slave and sigh THERSANDER How Shepheardess Refuse a heart this precious present which Is alwayes worth a Temple and the Gods Think well upon it it becomes thy justice Not to despise this noble sacrifice Since I give but the same victime and incense Unto the powers above in my opinion Our Goddess in the Temple is less fair And thou dost bear the bright name of Diana As well as she DIANA Since this rich present is Of such high value as 't is worthy of A Temple and the Gods I believe Shepheard That it becomes my justice not t' accept This noble sarifice and I should wrong Our puissant Gods in daring to partake Their glory and to share their incense with them My name 's Diana to thy eyes I 'm fair But I am not a Goddess like to her THERSANDER Although thou hast no Temple nor no Altars Thou mak'st thy self adored 't is to day Thy festival which I have celebrated I have no other worship nor no other Diana the fire of my love is not A profane fire and if some spark thereof Warm not thy breast a little I must suffer The violent heat on 't DIANA Rather I advise thee Quench it with my contempts this remedy Will cure thee that thou shalt complain no more THERSANDER Good Gods what remedy is this which thou Offerest me here I must dye shepheardess If thou cur'st so flatter at least I pray thee With on sole word the love which thou hast rais'd If I'm not happy make me think I am so Alas I cannot hear a single syllable To succour me if thus thou curest Shepheardess I must dye there is no prevention for 't ISMENIA Why carriest thou a heart still so rebellious To love THIMANTES Why dost thou persecute with scorn This faithful Shepheard DIANA It is best be gone THERSANDER Yet thrust of thy disdain if thou wilt spare My hand my death finish the forming of The sword that kils me one word more of hate And I die presently before thine eys Speak answer me ISMENIA No more here comes the Nymph DIANA Happy arrival which hath freed me from So great at touble THERSANDER Well for my part then I 'le try the temper of the marble rocks My plaints may pierce them though they could not move A Virgins heart to pitty much lesse love SCENA V. MELISSA PARTHENIA DIANA ISMENIA THIMANTES CLIDAMANT MELINTUS MELISSA SInce a full year and more that I have govern'd This happy Island in the right and lawful Line and succession of my Ancestours By the death of my Sister and since first Diana's feasts were celebrated here Never so many Laurels crown'd your heads Nor ever any day ordain'd for pastime Hath entertain'd mine eyes with such delight Every one striving to bear hence the prize Propos'd to his contention shew'd his skill Both at the Course and Lute how hand somly Thersander did behave him at these exercises With what a grace he acted every thing How charming was his port and if I may Say what I think of him he must be sprung Either from Kings or Gods how happy is Thimantes in his friendship THIMANTES This happiness which I enjoy's not new It hath a longer date then from to day His name is precious to me 't was my fortune To have the benefit of his acquaintance At my last voyage I saw his arrival Form his own native country at the Court O' th King of Portugal the sympathy Of humors which one man hath with another Tied us together in so firm a friendship That having met him sad and full of thought I prevail'd with him as to bring him here In hope that in this quiet region where Melissa reigns he should lose all his grief MELISSA Indeed although that prosperous Shepheard hath Received