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A88624
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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