his head for pleasure now Held all his soule and with erected brow To flatter's Loue he sung he strives to play And hisses forth a well tun'd Roundelay This wakes the Nymph her eyes admit the day Here flowers and there her scatter'd garlands lay Which as shee picks up and with bents retyes Shee in her lap the speckled Serpent spyes The Nymph no signe of any terrour shows How bold is beauty when her strength shee knows And in her hand the tender worm shee grasp'd While it sometimes about her finger clasp'd A ring enamel'd then her tender wast In manner of a girdleround imbrac't And now upon her arme a braslet hung Where for the greater ornament he flung His limber body into severall folds And twenty winding figures where it holds Her amorous pulse in many a various twist And many a love-knot tyes upon her wrist Lycoris to the Gods thou art too deare And too too much of heaven belov'd I feare This or that Nymph's the red-sea spoiles may be But Lybia ne're sent Iewels but to thee What e're to us are deaths and poysons sent Desire to be Lycoris ornament For that same litle spider that hangs up Together with her web on the house top When shee beheld the snake a bracelet made Struck with an envy and a love shee said And shall a snake thy Gemme Lycoris bee And such bright for me receive no tyres from mee Then flings her nets away and throwing by Her subtle toyl shee sets to catch the fly To th'loom Arachne goes and plyes it there To work a robe for my Lycoris weare But thou ô Serpent which so blest canst bee To reap those joyes for which I envy thee That happy worm upon her lip hast hung Sucking in kisses with thy three-fork'd tongue So may'st thou age and skin together cast And oft recall thy youth when it is past Teach my Lycoris what your Arts may bee Let her th' Ingredients of thy Cordials see That shee may ne're grow old that times dull plow May never print a wrincle in her brow I charge thee in the pow'rfull Cupids name May a new beauty alwayes and the same Lycoris shew ne're may shee in her glasse Look for her own and find another face Venus for beauty may shee then appear When shee has liv'd to old Sybilla's year And when deare snake thou wilt no more renew Thy youthfull vigour bid base earth adiew Adde glory to the night or from his spheare Huge Python pull and fix thy torches there Where like a river thou shalt bending go And through the Orbe a starry torrent flow And thou Lycoris when th' art pleas'd to take No more of life next thy beloved Snake Shine forth a constellation full and bright Blesse the poor heavens with more majestick light Who in requitall shall present you there Ariadnes Crown and Cassiopae as Chayr A complaint against Cupid that he never made him in Love HOw many of thy Captives Love complaine Thou yoak'st thy slaves in too severe a chaine I'have heard 'em their Poetique malice shew To curse thy Quiver and blaspheme thy bow Calling thee boy and blind threatning the rod Prophanely swearing that thou art no God Or if thou be not from the starry place But born below and of the Stygian race But yet these Atheists that thy shafts dislike Thou canst be freindly to and daigne to strike This on his Cloris spends his thoughts and time That chaunts Corinna in his amorous rime A third speaks raptures and hath gaind a wit By praising Caelia else had mis't of it But I that think there can no freedom be Cupid so sweet as thy Captivity I that could wish thy chains and live content To wear them not my Gives but ornament I that could any ransom pay to thee Not to redeem but sell my liberty I am neglected let the cause be known Art thou a niggard of thy arrows grown That wert so prodigall or dost thou please To set thy Pillars up with Hercules Weary of conquest or should I disgrace Thy victories if I were daign'd a place Amongst thy other Trophies none of these Witnesse thy dayly triumphs who but sees Thou still pursuest thy game from high to low No age no Sexe can scape thy pow'rfull bow Decrepite age whose veins and bones may bee An Argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse that has no sense Left but his feeling feels thy influence And dying dotes not babes thy shafts can misse How quickly Infants can be taught to kisse As the poor Apes being dumb these words would borrow I' was born to day to get a babe to morrow Each plow-man thy propitious wounds can prove Tilling the earth and wishing t' were his love Am I invulnerable is the dart Rebeaten which thou level'st at my heart Ill rest my Parents bones if they have done As Tethis once did to her God-like sonne The great Archilles dipt in Stygian lake Though I am so Cupid thy arrows take Try where I am not proof and let me feel Thy ' archery if not i' th heart i' th heel Perchance my heart lyes there who would not be A Coward to be valiant made by thee I cannot say thy blindnesse is the cause That I am barr'd the freedom of thy laws The wretched out-Law of thy Mothers Court That place of comfort Paradise of sport For they may say that say thou blind canst be Eagles want eyes and only moles can see Not Argus with so many lights did shine For each fair Ladies sparkling eyes are thine Think'st thou because I doe the Muses love I in thy Camp would a faint souldier prove How came Musaeus and Anacreon then Into thy troops how came Tibullus pen Amongst thy spears and how came Ovid say To be enrold great Generall in thy pay And doubts thou me suspect you I will tell The hidden misteries of your Paphian cell To the straight lac'd Diana or betray The secrets of the night unto the day No Cupid by thy mothers doves I swear And by her sparrows 't is an idle fear If Philomel descend to sport with me Know I can be great Love as dumb as shee Though shee hath lost her tongue in such delights All should be like her only talk by nights Make me thy Preist if Poets truth divine I 'le make the Muses wanton at thy shrine They all shall wait and Dian's selfe shall be A votresse to thy Mothers Nunnerie Where zeale with nature shall maintaine no strife Where none swear chastity and single life To Venus-Nuns an easier oath is read Shee breaks her vow that keeps her maiden head Reject not then your Flamin's ministry Let me but deacon in thy Temples be And see how I shall touch my pow'rfull lyre And more inspir'd with thine then Phoebus fire Chaunt such a moving verse as soon should frame Desire of dalliance in the coyest dame Melting to amorous thoughts her heart of stone And force her to untrusse her Virgin Zone Is Lucrece or Penelope
through his eares A madnesse to distemper all the braine Then I another pipe will take And Dorique musique make To Civilize with graver notes our wits againe An answer to Mr Iohnsoâ—…'s Odeâ—…o perswade him not to leave the stage BEn doe not leave the stage Cause 't is a loath some age For Pride and Impudence will grow too bold When they shall heare it told They frighted thee stand high as is thy cause Their hisse is thy applause More just were thy disdaine Had they appov'd thy vaine So thou for them and they for thee were borne They to incense and thou as much to scorne Wilt thou engrosse thy store Of wheat and powre no more Because their Bacon-braines have such a tast As more delight in mast No set'em forth a board of dainties full As thy best Muse can cull While they the while doe pine And thirst midst all their wine What greater plague can hell it selfe devise Then to be willing thus to tantalize Thou canst not find them stuffe That will be bad enough To please their pallats let 'em thine refuse For some Pye-corner Muse Shee is to faire an hostesse 't were a finne For them to like thine Inne 'T was made to entertaine Guests of a nobler straine Yet if they will have any of thy store Give 'em some scraps and send them from thy dore And let those things in plush Till they be taught to blush Like what they will and more contented bee With what Broome swept from thee I know thy worth and that thy lofty straines Write not to clothes but Braines But thy great spleene doth rise Cause moles will have no eyes This only in my Ben I faulty find He 's angry they ' le not see him that are blind Why should the Scene be Mute Cause thou canst touch a Lute And string thy Horace let each Muse of nine Claime thee and say thou art mine 'T wer fond to let all other flames expire To sitt by Pindar's fire For by so strange neglect I should my selfe suspect The Palsie were as well thy braines disease If they could shake thy Muse which way they please And though thou well canst sing The glories of thy King And on the wings of verse his chariot beare To heaven and fixe it there Yet let thy Muse as well some raptures raise To please him as to praise I would not have thee choose Only a treble Muse But have this envious ignorant Age to know Thou that canst sing so high canst reach as low A Dialogue Thirsis Lalage Th. MY Lalage when I behold So great a cold And not a spark of heat in thy desire I wonder what strange power of thine Kindles in mine So bright a flame and such a burning fire Lalag Can Thirsis in Philosophy A truant bee And not have learn'd the power of the Sun How he to sublunary things A favour brings Yet in himselfe is subject unto none Th. But why within thy eyes appeare Never a teare That cause from mine perpetuall showres to fall La. Foole 't is the power of fire you know To melt the snow Yet has no moisture in it selfe at all Th. How can I be deare Virgin show Both fire and snow Doe you that are the cause the reason tell More then miracle to me It seemes to be That so much heate with so much cold should dwell La. The reason I will render thee Why both should bee Audacious Thirsis in thy love too bold 'Cause thy sawcinesse durst aspire To such a fire Thy love is hot but 't is thy hope is cold Th. Let pitty move thy gentle brest To one opprest This way or that give ease to my desire And either let Loves fire be lost In hopes cold frost Or hopes cold frost be warm'd in loves quick fire La. O neither Boy neither of these Shall worke thy ease I ' le pay thy rashnesse with immortall paine As hope doth strive to freeze thy flame Love melts the same Th. As Love doth melt it Hope doth freez't again Come gentle swaines lend me a groane To ease my moane Chorus Ah cruell Love how great a power is thine Vnder the Poles although we lye Thou mak'st us frye And thou canst make us freeze beneath the line A Dialogue betwixt a Nymph and a Shepheard Nymp. WHy sigh you swain this passion is not coÌ„mon I' st for your kids or Lambkins Sh For a woman Nymp. How â—…aire is shee that on so sage a brow Prints lowring looks Shep Iust such a toy as thou Nymp. Is shee a maid Sh what man can answer that Nymp. Or widdow Sh No. Nym what then Sh I know not Saint-like shee lookes a Syren if shee sing Her eyes are starres her mind is every thing Nymp. If shee be fickle Shepheard leave to wooe Or fancy mee Sh No thoâ—… art woman too Nymp. But I am constant Sh Then thou art not faire Nymp. Bright as the morning Sh Wavering as the Ayre Nymp. What grows upon this cheeke Sh A pure Carnation Nym. Come tast a kisse Sh. O sweet ô sweet Temptation Cho. Ah Love and canst thou never loose the feild Where Cupid layes a seige the towne must yeild Hee warmes the chiller blood with glowing fire And thaws the Icy frost of cold desire A Pastorall Ode COy Coelia dost thou see Yon hollow mountaine tottering o're the plaine O're which a fatall Tree With treacherous shade betrayes the sleepy swaine Beneath it is a Cell As full of horrour as my brest of care Ruine therein might dwell As a fit roome for guilt and black dispaire Thence will I headlong throw This wretched weight this heape of misery And in the dust below Bury my Carcasse and the thought of thee Which when I finish'd have O hate me dead as thou hast done alive And come not neare my grave Least I take heat from thee and so revive A Song MVsick thou Queene of soules get up and string Thy pow'rful Lute and some sad requiem sing Till Rocks requite thy Eccho with a groane And the dull clifts repeate the duller tone Then on a suddaine with a nimble hand Runnne gently o're the Chordes and so command The Pine to dance the Oake his Roots forgoe The holme and aged Elme to foot it too Mirtles shall caper lofty Cedars runne And call the Courtly Palme to make up one Then in the midst of all their Iolly traine Strike a sad note and fixe 'em Trees againe The Song of Discord LEt Linus and Amphions lute With Orpheusâ—…itterne â—…itterne now be mute The harshest voice the sweetest note The Raven has the choicest throate A set of Frogs a quire for mee The Mandrake shall the Chaunter bee Where neither voice nor tunes agree This is discords Harmonie Thus had Orpheus learn'd to play The following Trees had run away To one Overhearing his private discourse I Wonder not my Laeda farre can see Since for her eyes shee might an Eagle bee And dare the Sun but that shee heares so well
Thy mind once fixed on the Muses Love Dam. When I contented liv'd by Cham's fair streams Without desire to see the prouder Thames I had no flock to care for but could sit Vnder a willow covert and repeat Those deep and learned layes on every part Grounded on judgment subtil'ty and Art That the great Tutour to the greatest King The shepheard of Stagira us'd to sing The shepheard of Stagira that unfolds All natures closet shows what e're it holds The matter form sense motion place and measure Of every thing contain'd in her vast treasure How Elements doe change What is the cause Of Generation what the Rule and Laws The Orbs doe move by Censures every starre Why this is fixt and that irregular Knows all the Heavens as if he had been there And help't each Angell turn about her spheare The thirsty pilgrim travelling by land When the feirce Dog-starre doth the day command Half choak't with dust parch't with the soultry heat Tir'd with his journey and o'recome with sweat Finding a gentle spring at her cool brink Doth not with more delight sit down and drink Then I record his songs we see a cloud And fearing to be wet doe run and shroud Vnder a bush when he would sit and tell The cause that made her mystie wombe to swell Why it sometimes in drops of rain doth flow Sometimes dissolves her self in flakes of snow Nor gaz'd he at a Comet but would frame A reason why it wore a beard of flame Ah Tytirus I would withall my heart Even with the best of my carv'd mazers part To hear him as he us'd divinely shew What 't is that paints the divers-colour'd bow Whence Thunders are discharg'd whence the winds stray What foot through heaven hath worn the milky way And yet I let this true delight alone Call'd thence to keep the flock of Corydon Ah woe is me anothers flock to keep The care is mine the master shears the sheep A flock it was that would not keep together A flock that had no fleece when it came hither Nor would it learn to listen to my layes For 't was a flock made up of severall strayes And now I would return to Cham I hear A desolation frights the Muses there With rustique swains I mean to spend my time Teach me there father to preserve my rime Tyt. Tomorrow morning I will counsel thee Meet me at Faunus Beech for now you see How larger shadows from the mountains fall And Corydon doth Damon Damon call Damon 't is time my flock were in the fold More then high time did you not erst behold How Hesperus above yoâ—… clouds appear'd Hesperus leading forth his beauteous heard A Pastorall Courtship BEhold these woods and mark my Sweet How all the boughes together meet The Cedar his fair arms displayes And mixes branches with the Bayes The lofty Pine deignes to descend And sturdy Oaks doe gently bend One with another subt'ly weaves Into one loom their various leaves As all ambitious were to be Mine and my Phyllis canopie Let 's enter and discourse our Loves These are my Dear no tell-tale groves There dwell no Pyes nor Parrats there To prate again the words they heare Nor babling Eccho that will tell The neighbouring hills one syllable Being enter'd let 's together lye Twin'd like the Zodiaks Gemini How soon the flowres doe sweeter smell And all with emulation swell To be thy pillow These for thee Were meant a bed and thou for me And I may with as just esteem 〈◊〉 thee as thou maist lye on them And why so coy What dost thou feare There lurks no speckled Serpent here No Venemous snake makes this his rode No Canker nor the loath some â—…oad And yoâ—… pooâ—… spider on the tree Thy spinster will no poisner be There is no Frog to leap and fright Thee from my arms and break delight Nor snail that o're thy coat shall trace And leave behind a slimy lace This is the hallowed shrine of Love No wasp nor hornet haunts this grove Nor pismire to make pimples rise Vpon thy smooth and ivory thighes No danger in these shades doth lye Nothing that wears a sting but I And in it doth no venome dwell Although perchance it make thee swell Being set let 's sport a while my Fair I will tye Love knots in thy haire See Zephyrus through the leaves doth stray And has free liberty to play And braids thy locks And shall I find Lesse favour then a saucy wind Now let me sit and fix my eyes On thee that art my Paradis Thou art my all the spring remains In the fair violets of thy veins And that it is a summers day Ripe Cherries in thy lips display And when for Autumn I would seek 'T is in the Apples oâ—… thy cheek But that which only moves my smart Is to see winter in thy heart Strange when at once in one appear All the four seasons of the year I 'le clasp that neck where should be set A rich and Orient Carkanet But swains are poor admit of then More naturall chains the arms of men Come let me touch those brests that swell Like two fair mountains and may well Be stil'd the Alpes but that I feare The snow has lesse of whitenesse there But stay my Love a fault I spy Why are these two fair fountains dry Which if they run no Muse would please To tast of any spring but these And Ganymed employ'd should bee To fetch his love Nectar from thee Thou shalt be Nurse fair Venus swears To the Next Cupid that she bears Were it not then discreetly done To ope one spring to let two runne Fy fy this Belly Beauty's mint Blushes to see no coyn stampt in 't Employ it then for though it be Our wealth it is your royaltie And beauty will have currant grace That bears the Image of your face How to the touch the Ivory thighes Veil gently and again doe rise As pliable to impression As Virgins waxe or Parian stone Dissolv'd to softnesse plump and full More white and soft then Cotsall wooll Or Cotten from the Indian Tree Or pretty silkworms huswifrie These on two marble pillars rais'd Make me in doubt which should be praisd They or their Columnes must but when I veiw those feet which I have seen So nimbly trip it o're the Lawns That all the Satyrs and the fawns Have stood amaz'd when they would passe Over the leyes and not a grasse Would feel the weight nor rush nor bent Drooping betray which way you went O then I felt my hot desires Burn more and flame with double fires Come let those thighes those legs those feet With mine in thousand windings meet And woven in more subtle twines Then woodbine Ivy or the vines For when Love sees us circling thus He 'le like no Arbour more then us Now let us kisse would you be gone Manners at least allows me one Blush you at this pretty one stay And I will take that kisse away Thus
that in our water playes The Goose for us her tender plumes hath bred To lay us on a softer bed Our blankets are not dy'd with Orphans teares Our Pillows are not stuff'd with cares To walke on our owne grounds a stomack gets The best of sawce to tart out meats In midst of such a feast 't is joy to come And see the well fed Lambs at home 'T is pleasure to behold th' inversed Plow The Languid necks of Oxen bow And view th' industrious servants that will sweat Both at labour and at meat Lord grant me but enough I aske no more Then will serve mine and helpe the poore An Elegie upon the Lady Venetia Digby DEath who 'ld not change prerogatives with thee That dost such rapes yet mayst not question'd bee Here cease thy wanton lust be satisfi'd Hope not a second and so faire a bride Where was her Mars whose valiant armes did hold This Venus once that thou durst be so bold By thy too nimble theft I know 't was feare Lest he should come that would have rescu'd her Monster confesse didst thou not blushing stand And thy pale cheeke turne red to touch her hand Did shee not lightning-like strike suddaine heat Through thy cold limbs and thaw thy frost to sweat Well since thou hast her use her gently Death And in requitall of such pretious breath Watch sentinell to guard her doe not see The wormes thy rivals for the Gods will bee Remember Paris for whose pettier sin The Troian gates let the stout Grecians in So when time ceases whose unthrifty hand Ha's now almost consum'd his stock of sand Myriads of Angels shall in Armies come And fetch proud ravisher there Helen home And to revenge this rape thy other store Thou shalt resigne too and shalt steale no more Till then faire Ladies for you now are faire But till her death I fear'd your just dispaire Fetch all the spices that Arabia yeelds Distill the choycest flowers of the fields And when in one their best perfections meet Embalme her course that shee may make them sweet Whilst for an Epitaph upon her stone I cannot write but I must weepe her one Epitaph Beauty it selfe lyes here in whom alone Each part injoy'd the same perfection In some the Eyes we praise in some the Haire In her the Lips in her the Cheeks are faire That Nymphs fine Feet her Hands we beauteous call But in this forme we praise no part but all The ages past have many beauties showne And I more plenty in our time have knowne But in the age to come I looke for none Nature despaires because her pattern's gone An Epitaph upon Mrs I. T. REader if thou hast a teare Thou canst not choose but pay it here Here lyes modesty meeknesse zeale Goodnesse Piety and to tell Her worth at once one that had showne All vertues that her sex could owne Nor dare my praise too lavish bee Least her dust blush for soe would shee Hast thou beheld in the spring's bowers Tender buds breake to bring forth flowers So to keepe vertues stock pale death Tooke her to give her infant breath Thus her accounts were all made even Shee rob'd not earth to adde to heaven An Epithalamium MVse be a bride-maid dost not heare How honoured Hunt and his faire Deere This day prepare their wedding cheere The swiftest of thy pinions take And hence a suddaine journey make To helpe 'em breake their bridall Cake Hast 'em to Church tell 'em love sayes Religion breeds but fond delayes To lengthen out the tedious dayes Childe the slow Preist that so goes on As if he feard he should have done His sermon e're the glasse be runne Bid him post o're his words as fast As if himselfe were now to tast The pleasure of so â—…aire a wast Now lead the blessed Couple home And serve a dinner up for some Their banquet is as yet to come Maids dance as nimbly as your blood Which I see swell a purple flood In Emulation of that good The bride possesseth for I deeme What shee enjoyes will be the theme This night of every virgins dreame But envy not their blest content The hasty night is almost spent And they of Cupid will be shent The Sunne is now ready to ride Sure 't was the morning I espide Or 't was the blushing of the bride See how the lusty bridegrooms veins Swell till the active torrent strains To breake those o're stretcht azure chains And the faire bride ready to cry To see her pleasant losse so nigh Pants like the sealed Pigeons eye Put out the torch Love lovesno lights Those that performe his misticke rites Must pay their Orisons by nights Nor can that sacrifice be done By any Priest or Nun alone But when they both are met in one Now you that tast of Hymens cheere See that your lips doe meet so neare That Cockels might be tutor'd there And let the whisprings of your love Such short and gentle murmurs prove As they were Lectures to the dove And in such strict embraces twine As if you read unto the Vine The Ivy and the Columbine Then let your mutuall bosomes beat Till they create by virtuall heat Mirrhe Balme and spikenard in a sweat Thence may there spring many a paire Of Sonnes and Daughters strong and faire How soone the Gods have heard my praier Me thinks already I espy The cradles rock the babies cry And drousy Nurses Lullaby An Epitaph upon his honour'd friend Mr Warre HEre lyes the knowing head the honest heart Faire blood and courteous hands and every part Of gentle Warre all with one stone content Though each deserv'd a severall monument He was beleive me Reader for 't is rare Virtuous though young and learned though an heire Not with his Blood or Natures gifts content He paid them both their tribute which they lent His ancestors in him fixed their pride So with him all reviv'd with him all dyed This made death lingring come asham'd to bee At once the ruine of a familie Learne Reader here though long thy line hath stood Time breeds consumptions in the noblest blood Learne Reader here to what our Glories come Here 's no distinction 'twixt the House and Toombe Vpon the losse of his little finger ARithmetique nine digits and no more Admits of then I still have all my store For what mischance hath tane from my left hand It seemes did only for a Cipher stand But this I 'le say for thee departed joynt Thou wert not given to steale nor pick nor point At any in disgrace but thou didst go Vntimely to thy Death only to show The other members what they once must doe Hand arme legge thigh and all must follow too Oft didst thou scan my verse where if I misse Henceforth I will impute the cause to this A fingers losse I speake it not in sport Will make a verse a Foot too short Farewell deare finger much I greive to see How soone mischance hath made a Hand of thee
inherit Has Madam Davers dispossest her spirit Or will the Welchmen give me leave to say There is no faith in Merlin none though they Dare sweare each letter creed and pawne their blood He prophecied an age before the flood Of holy Dee which was as some have said Ten generations ere the Arke was made All your predictions but Impostures are And you but prophecy of things that were And you Coelestiall Iuglers that pretend You are acquainted with the starres and send Your spyes to search what 's done in every spheare Keeping your state intelligencers there Your art is all deceit for now I see Against the Rules of deepe Astrologie Girles may be got when Mars his power doth vaunt And boyes when Venus is Predominant Nor doth the Moone though moist and cold shee bee Alwaies at full work to produce the shee Had this been true I had foretold no lie It was the Art was in the wrong not I. Thence I so dully err'd in my beleife As to mistake an Adam for an Eve O grosse mistake and in the civill pleas Error Personae Mr Doctor sayes And may admit divorce but farewell now You hungry star-fed Tribe hence forth I vow Talmud Albumazar and Ptolomie With Erra Pater shall no Gospell bee Nor will I ever after this I sweare Throw Dice upon the shepheards Calender But why doe I t' excuse my Ignorance Lay blame upon the Art no no perchance I have lost all my skill for well I know My Physiognomie two years agoe By the small Pox was mar'd and it may bee A fingers losse hath spoild my Palmistry But why should I a grosse mistake confesseâ—… No I am confident I did but guesse The very truth it was a male child then But Aunt you staid till 't was a wench agen To see th' unconstancy of humane things How little time great Alteration brings All thing are subject unto change we know And if all things then why not sexes too Tyresias we read a man was borne Yet after did into a woman turne Levinus a Physitian of great fame Reports that one at Paris did the same And devout Papists say certaine it is One of their Popes by Metamorphosis Indur'd the same else how could Ioan be heire To the succession of Saint Peters chaire So I at Chairing crosse have beheld one A statue cut out of the Parian stone To figure great Aloides which when well The Artist saw it was not like to sell He takes his chissell and away he pares Part of his sinewy neck shaving the haires Of his rough beard and face smoothing the brow And making that looke amorous which but now Stood wrinkled with his anger from his head He poles the shaggy locks that had o're spread His brawny shoulders with a fleece of haire And workes insteed more gentle tresses there And thus his skill exactly to expresse Soone makes a Venus of an Hercules And can it then impossible appeare That such a change as this might happen here For this cause therefore Gentle Aunt I pray Blame not my Prophecy but your delay But this will not excuse me that I may Directly cleare my selfe there is no way Vnlesse the Iesuits will to me impart The secret depth of their mysterious art Who from their halting Patriot learne to frame A Crutch for every word that fals out lame That can the subtle difference discry Betwixt aequivocation and a lie And a rare scape by sly distinction find To sweare the Tongue and yet not sweare the mind Now arm'd with Arguments I nothing dread But my own cause thus confidently plead I said there was a boy with in your wombe Not actually but one in time to come Or by Antiphrasis my words might bee That ever understands the contrary Or when I said you should a man-child beare You understood me of the sexe I feare When I did meane the mind and thus define A woman but of spirit masculine Or had I said it should a girle have been And it had prov'd a boy you should have seen Mee solve it thus I meant a boy by fate But one that would have been effeminate Or thus I had my just excuse begun I said my Aunt would surely bring a sonne If not a daughter what we seers forsee Is certaine truth unlesse it falshood bee Or I affirme because shee brought forth one That will bring boyes shee hath brought forth a sonne For doe not we call Father Adam thus Because that he got those that have got us What ere I said by simple Affirmation I meant the right by mentall reservation An Epithalamium to Mt F. H. FRanke when this Morne the harbinger of day Blush'd from her Easterne pillow where shee lay Clasp'd in her Tythons arms red with those kisses Which being injoy'd by night by day shee misses I walk'd the feilds to see the teeming earth Whose wombe now swells to give the flowers a birth Where while my thoughts with every object tane In severall contemplations rapt my braine A suddaine lustre like the Sunne did rise And with to great a light eclips'd mine eyes At last I spyed a Beauty such another As I have sometimes heard call theâ—… her Brother But by the chariot and her teame of Doves I guest her to be Venus Queene of Loves With her a pretty boy I there did see But for his wings I 'had thought it had been thee At last when I beheld his quiver of darts I knew t' was Cupid Emperour of our hearts Thus I accosted them Goddesse divine Great Queene of Paphos and Cytherian shrine Whose Altars no man sees that can depart Till in those flames he sacrifice his heart That conquerst Gods and men and heaven divine Yea and hell too Beaâ—…e witnesse Prâ—…serpine And Cupid thou that canst thy Trophies show Over all these and o're thy Mother too Witnesse the night which when with Mars shee lay Did all her sports to all the Gods betray Tell me great Powers what makes such glorious beams Visit the lowly banks of Ninus streams Then Venus smil'd and smiling bid me know Cupid and shee must both to Weston goe I guest the cause for Hymen came behind In saffron robes his Nuptiall knots to bind Then thus I pray'd Great Venus by the Love Of thy Adonu as thou hop'st to move Thy Mars to second kisses and obtaine Beauties reward the Golden fruit againe Bow thy faire eares to my chast prayers and take Such Orisons as purest Love can make Thou and thy boy I know are posting thither To tye pure hearts in purest bonds together Cupid thou know'st the maid I'have seene thee lye With all thy arrowes lurking in her eye Venus thou know'st her love for I have seene The time thou would'st have faine her Rivall been O blesse them both Let their affections meet With happy omens in the Geniall sheet Both comely beauteous both both equall faire Thou canst not glory in a fitter paire I would not thus have praid if I had seen Fourscore and ten wed
shown So fair as when their sayles be blown Then when the Midwife hears your moane I 'le sigh for grief that I have none And you deare Knight whose every kisse Reapes the full crop of Cupids blisse Now you have found confesse and tell That single sheets doe make up hell And then so charitable be To get a man to pitty me An Eglogue on the noble Assemblies revivedon Cotswold Hills by M. Robert Dover Collen Thenot. Coll. VVHat Clod-pates Thenot are our Brittish swains How lubber-like they loll upon the plains No life no spirit in 'em every Clown Soone as he layes his Hook and Tarbox down That ought to take his Reed and chant his layes Or nimbly run the winding of the Maze Now gets a bush to roam himselfe and sleepe T is hard to know the shepheard from the sheepe And yet me thinks our English pastures be As flowery as the Lawnes of Arcadie Our Virgins blith as theirs nor can proud Greece Boast purer ayre nor sheer a finer fleece The. Yet view their out-side Collen you would say They have as much brawn in their necks as they Fair Tempe braggs of lusty armes that swell With able sinews and might hurle as well The weightie sledge their leggs and thighs of bone Great as Colossus yet their strength is gone They look like yonder man of wood that stands To bound the limits of the Parish lands Dost thou ken Collen what the cause might be Of such a dull and generall Lethargie Coll. Swain with their sports their soules were ta'ne away Till then they all were active every day They exercis'd to weild their limbs that now A renumb'd to every thing but flail and plow Early in May up got the jolly rout Call'd by the Lark and spred the feilds about One for to breath himselfe would coursing be From this same Beech to yonder Mulberie A second leapt his supple nerves to try A third was practising his melody This a new Iigg was footing others were Busied at wrestling or to throw the Barre Ambitious which should beare the bell away And kisse the Nut-brown Lady of the May. This stirr'd'em up a Iolly swain was he Whom Peg and Susan after Victory Crown'd with a garland they had made beset With Daisies Pincks and many a Violet Cowslip and Gilliflower Rewards though small Encourage vertue but if none at all Meet her she languisheth and dyes as now Where worth 's deny'd the honour of a bough And Thenot this the cause I read to be Of such a dull and generall Lethargie The. Ill thrive the Lowt that did their mirth gain-say Wolves haunt his flocks that took those sports away Coll. Some melancholy swains about have gone To teach all zeal their owne complection Choler they will admit sometimes I see But Fleagme and Sanguine no Religions be These teach that Dauncing is a Iezabell And Barley-break the ready way to Hell The Morrice Idols Whitsun'-ales can be But prophane Reliques of a Iubilee These in a Zeal t' expresse how much they doe The Organs hate have silenc'd Bag-pipes too And harmlesse May-poles all are rail'd upon As if they were the towers of Babilon Some think not fit there should be any sport I' th Country 't is a dish proper to t'h Court Mirth not becomes 'em let the sawcy swain Eate Beef and Bacon and goe sweat again Besides what sport can in their pastimes be When all is but ridiculous fopperie The. Collen I once the famous Spain did see A nation glorious for her gravitie Yet there an hundred Knights on warlike steeds Did skirmish out a fight arm'd but with Reeds At which a thousand Ladies eyes did gaze Yet was no better then our Prison-base What is the Barriers but a Courtly way Of our more down right sport the Cudgell-play Foot-ball with us may be with them Baloone As they at Tilt so we at Quintaine runne And those old Pastimes relish best with me That have least Art and most simpâ—…itie Collen they say at Court there is an Art To dance a Ladies honour from her hart Such wiles poor shepheards know not all their sence Is dull to any thing but Innocence The Country Lasse although her dance be good Stirs not anothers Galliard in the Blood And yet their Sports by some controul'd have been Who think there is no mirth but what is sin O might I but there harmlesse Gambols see Restor'd unto an ancient libertie Where spotlesse dalliance traces o're the Plains And harmlesse Nymphs jet it with harmlesse swains To see an age againe of Innocent Loves Twine close as Vines yet kisse as chast as Doves Me thinks I could the Thracian Lyre have strung Or tun'd my whistle to the Mantuan song Coll. Then tune thy whistle boy and string thy Lyre That age is come againe thy brave desire Pan hath approv'd dauncing shall bee this yeare Holy as is the motion of a Spheare The. Collen with sweeter breath Fame never blew Her sacred Trump if this good newes be true Coll. Knowst thou not Cotswold hils Th Through all the land No Finer wooll runnes through the spinsters hand But silly Collen ill thou dost divine Canst thou mistake a Bramble for a Pine Or think this Bush a Cedar or suppose Yo'n Hamlet where to sleepe each shepheard goes In circuit buildings people power and name Equalls the Bow â—…ring'd by the silver Thame As well thou maist their sports with ours compare As the soft wooll of Lambs with the Goates haire Coll. Last evening Lad I met a noble swaine That spurr'd his springhtfull Palfrey ore the plain His head with ribbands crown'd and deckt as gay As any Lasse upon her Bridall day I thought what easy faiths we sheapheards prove This not the Bull had been Europa's Love I ask't the cause they told me this was he Whom this daies Triumph crownd with Victory Many brave steeds there were some you should finde So fleet as they had been sonnes of the winde Others with hoofs so swift beat o're the race As if some engine shot 'em to the place So many and so well wing'd Steeds there were As all the Brood of Pegasus had been there Rider and horse could not distinguish'd be Both seem'd conjoyn'd a Centaure's Progeny A numerous troop they were yet all so light Earth never groan'd nor felt'em in their flight Such Royall Pastimes Cotswold mountains fill When gentle swains visit her glorious hill Where with such packs of Hounds they hunting goe As Cyrus ne're did winde his Bugle to Whose noise is musicall and with full cries Beats o're the feilds and Ecchoes through the skies Orion hearing wish'd to leave his Spheare And call his Dogge from heaven to sport it there Watt though he fled for life yet joy'd withall So brave a dirge sung forth his funerall Not Syrens sweetlier rill Hares as they flie Look back as glad to listen loth to die The. No doubt but from this brave Heroick fire In the more noble hearts sparks of desire May warme the
persons O impudence Flow. It was a zealous prayer I heard a Brother make concerning Play-houses Bird. For Charity what is it Flow. That the Globe Wherein quoth he reigns a whole world of vice Had been consum'd The Phoenix burnt to Ashes The Fortune whipt for a blind whore Blackfriers He wonders how it scapd demolishing I' th' time of reformation lastly he wish'd The Bull might crosse the Thames to the Bear-garden And there be soundly baited Bird. A good prayer Flow. Indeed it something pricks my Conscience I come to sell 'em Pins and Looking-glasses Bird. I have their custome too for all their feathers 'T is fit that we which are sincere Professors Should gain by Infidels SCE. 2. Enter Roscius a Player Mr Roscius we have brought the things you spake for Rosc. Why t is well Flow. Pray sir what serve they for Rosc. We use them in our Play Bird. Are you a Player Rosc. I am Sir what of that Bird. And is it lawfull Good sister le ts convert him will you use So fond a calling Flow. And so impious Bird. So irreligious Flow. So unwarrantable Bird. Only to gain by vice Flow. To live by sinne Rosc. My spleene is up And live not you by sinne Take away vanity and you both may break What serves your lawfull trade of selling pins But to joynt gew-gawes and to knit together Gorgets strips neck-cloths laces ribbands ruffs And many other such like toyes as these To make the Baby Pride a pretty Puppet And you sweet Featherman whose ware though light Oreweighs your Conscience what serves your Trade But to plume folly to give Pride her wings To deck vain-glory spoiling the Peacocks tayle T' adorne an Idiots Coxcombe O dull ignorance How ill 't is understood what we doe meane For good and honest They abuse our Scene And say we live by vice Indeed t is true As the Physitians by diseases doe Only to cure them They doe live we see Like Cookes by pamp'ring prodigality Which are our fond accusers On the stage We set an Vsurer to tell this age How ugly looks his soule A prodigall Is taught by us how farre from liberall His folly bears him Boldly I dare say There has been more by us in some one Play Laugh't into wit and vertue then hath been By twenty tedious Lectures drawn from sinne And foppish humours Hence the cause doth rise Men are not wonn by th' eares so well as eyes First see what we present Flow. The sight is able To unsanctify our eyes and make 'em Carnall Rosc. Will you condemne without examination Bird. No Sister let us call up all our zeale And try the strength of this temptation Satan shall see we dare defie his Engines Flow. I am content Rosc. Then take your places here I will come to you And moralize the plot Flow. That moralizing I doe approve it may be for instruction SCE. 3. Enter a deformed fellow Defor Roscius I heare you have a new Play to day Rosci We want not you to play Mephostopholis A pretty naturall vizard Defor What have you there Rosci A Looking-glasse or two Defor What things are they Pray let me see them Heaven what sights are here I a've seene a Divell Looking-glasses call you them There is no basilisque but a Looking-glasse Rosci T is your own face you saw Defor My own thou liest I 'de not be such a Monster for the world Rosci Look in it now with me what â—…eest thou now Defor An Angell and a Divell Rosci Look on that Thou callst an Angell mark it well and tell me Is it not like my face Defor As t were the same Rosci Why so is that like thine Dost thou not see 'T is not the glasse but thy deformitie That makes this ugly shape if they be fayre That view the Glasse such the reflections are This serves the body The soule sees her face In Comedy and has no other Glasse Defor Nay then farewell for I had rather see Hell then a Looking-glasse or Comedie Exit Defor Rosci And yet me thinks if 't were not for this Glasse Wherein the forme of man beholds his grace We could not find another way to see How neere our shapes approach Divinitie Ladies let they who will your glasse deride And say it is an Instrument of Pride I will commend you for it there you see If yee be fayre how truly fayre yeebee Where finding beauteous faces I doe know You 'l have the greater care to keepe them so A heavenly vision in your beauty lyes Which nature hath denied to your own eyes Were it not pitty you alone should bee Debarr'd of that others are blest to see Then take your glasses and your selves enjoy The benefit of your selves it is no toy Though ignorance at slight esteeme hath set her That will preserve us good or make us better A Country slut for such she was though here i th City may be some as well as there Kept her hands clean for those being alwaies seene Had told her else how sluttish she had beene But â—…ad her face as nasty as the stall Of a fishmonger or a Vsurers Hall Daub'd oâ—…e with dirt One might have dar'd to say She was a true peice of Prometheus clay Not yet inform'd And then her unkemb'd haire Drest up with cobwebs made her hag-like stare One day within her paile for Country Lasses Faire Ladies have no other Looking-glasses She spied her uglinesse and faine she would Have blusht if through so much dirt she could Asham'd within that water that I say Which shew'd her filth she wash'd her filth away So Comedies as Poets doe intend them Serve first to shew our faults and then to mend them Vpon our Stage two glasses oft there be The Comick Mirrour and the Tragedie The Comick glasse is full of merry strife The low reflection of a Country life Grave Tragedy void of such homely sports Is the sad glasse of Cities and of Courts I 'le shew you both Thalia come and bring Thy Buskin'd sister that of Bloud doth â—…ing SCE. 4. Comedy Tragedy Mime Satyre Comed Why doe you stop goe on Trag. I charge him stay My robe of state Buskins and Crown of Gold Claime a priority Come Your Crown of Gold Is but the wreath of wealth 'T is mine of Lawrell Is vertues Diadem This grew greene and flourish'd When nature pittying poore mortalitie Hid thine within the bowells of the earth Men looking up to heaven found this that 's mine Digging to find out hell they li't on thine Trage. I know you'have tongue enough Come Besides my Birth-right Gives me the first possession Trag. How your Birth-right Come Yes sister Birth-right and a Crown besides Put on before the Altar of Apollo By his deare Priest Phenomoe she that first Full of her God rag'd in Heroique numbers Trag. How came it then the magistrate decreed A publique charge to furnish out my Chorus When you were faine t' appeare in rags and tatters And at your
could keepe a meane Disorder is the Masque we bring And Discords are the Tunes we sing No sound in our harsh eares can find a place But highest Trebles or the lowest Base Flow. See Brother if mens hearts and Consciences Had not been sear'd and cauterized how could they Affect these filthy harbingers of hell These Procters of Belzebub Lucifers Hinch-boyes Rosci I pray yee stirre your selves within a while Exeunt Roscius Solus And here unlesse your favourable mildnesse With hope of mercy doe encourage us Our Author bids us end he dares not venture Neither what 's past nor that which is to come Vpon his Country 't is so weake and impotent It cannot stand a triall nor dares hope The benefit of his Cleargy But if rigour Sit Iudge must of necessity be condemn'd To Vulcan or the Spunge All he can plead Is a desire of Pardon for he brings you No plot at all but a meere Olla Podrida A medly of ill-plac'd and worse pen'd humours His desire was in single Scenes to shew How Comedy presents each single vice Ridiculous whose number as their Character He borrowes from the man to whom he owes All the poore skill he has great Aristotle Now if you can endure to heare the rest Y' are welcome if you cannot doe but tell Your meaning by some signe and all farewell If you will stay resolve to pardon first Our Author will deserve it by offending Yet if he misse a Pardon as in Iustice You cannot grant it though your mercy may Still he hath this left for a comfort to him That he picks forth a subject of his Rime May loose perchance his credit not his time Exit Finis Actus 1. ACTVS 2. SCENA I. Roscius Bird. Flowrdew Rosc. REceive your places The first that we present are the Extreams of a vertue necessary in our Conversation call'd Comitas or Courtesy which as all other vertues hath her deviations from the Mean The one Colax that to seeme over Courteous falls into a servile flattery the other as fooles fall into the contraries which they shunne is Dyscolus who hating to bee a slavish Parasite growes into peevishnesse and impertinent distast Flow. I thought you taught two vices for one vertue Rosci So does Philosophy but the Actors enter Colax Dyscolus Colax How farre they sinne against humanity That use you thus Believe me 't is a Symptom Of Barbarisme and rudenesse so to vexe A gentle modest nature as yours is Dysco Why dost thou vexe methen Colax I Heaven defend My breeding has been better I vexe you You that I know so vertuous just and wise So pious and religious so admir'd So lov'd of all Dysc Wilt thou not leave me then Eternall Torture could your cruelty find No back but mine that you thought broad enough To beare the load of all these Epithites Pious Religious he takes me for a foole Vertuous and Iust Sir did I ever cheat you Cozen or gull you that you call me just And vertuous I am grown the common scoff Of all the world the scoff of all the world Colax The world is grown too vile then Dysc So art thou Heaven I am â—…un'd ridiculous Colax You ridiculous But 't is as impious Age There was a time And pitty 't is so good a time had wings To fly away when reverence was payd To a gray head 't was held a sacriledge Not expiable to deny respect To one Sir of your years and Gravity Dysc My yeares and gravity Why how ol d am I I am not rotten yet or grown so ranke As I should smell oth'grave O Times and manners Well Colax well goe on you may abuse me Poore dust and ashes wormes meat yeares gravity He takes me for a Carkasse what see you So crazy in me I have halfe my Teeth I see with spectacles doe I not and can walke too With th' benefit of my staffe marke if I cannot But you sir at your pleasure with years and gravity Think me decrepit Colax How Decrepit sir I see young roses bud within your cheeks And a quick active blood run free and fresh Through your veines Dysco I am turn'd boy again A very stripling schooleboy have I not The Itch and kibes am I not scabb'd and mangy About the wrists and hams Colax Still Dyscolus Dysc Dyscolus and why Dyscolus when were we Grown so familiar Dyscolus by my name Sure we are Pylades and Orestes are we not Speak good Pylades Colax Nay worthy Sir Pardon my error 't was without intent Of an offence I le finde some other name To call you by Dysc What doe you mean to call mee Foole Asse or Knave my name is not so bad As that I am asham'd on 't Colax Still you take all worse then it was meant You are too Iealous Dysco Iealous I ha'not cause for 't my wife 's honest Dost see my hornes Doest if thou doest Write Cuckold in my forehead doe write Cuckold With Aqua-fortis doe Iealous I am jealous Free of the Company wife I am jealous Colax I mean suspitious Dysc How suspitious For what for Treason Felony or Murder Carry me to the Iustice bind me over For a suspitious person hang me too For a suspicious person O O O Some courteous plague ceazeme and free my soule From this immortall Torment every thing I meet with is vexation and this this Is the vexation of vexations The Hell of Hells and Divell of all Divells Flow. For pitty sake fret not the good old Gentleman Dysc O! have I not yet torments great enough But you must adde to my affliction Eternall silence ceaze you Colax Sir we strive To please you but you still misconstrue us Dysc I must be pleas'd a very babe an infant I must be pleas'd give me some pappe or plummes Buy me a rattle or a hobby-horse To still me doe be pleas'd wouldst have me get A Parasite to be flatter'd Col. How a Parasite A cogging flatt'ring slavish Parasite Things I abhorre and hate T is not the belly Shall make my brains a captive Flatterers Soules below reason will not stoope so low As to give up their Liberty only flatterers Move by anothers wheele They have no passions Free to themselves All their affections Qualities humors appetites desires Nay wishes vowes and prayers discourse thoughts Are but anothers Bondman Let me tugg At the Turkes Gallies be eternally Damn'd to a Quarry In this state my minde Is free A flatterer has nor soule nor body What shall I say No I applaud your temper That in a generous bravenesse take distast At such whose servile nature strives to please you T is royall in you Sir Dysc Ha! What 's that Colax A feather stuck upon your cloak Dysc A feather And what have you to doe with my feathers Why should you hinder me from telling th' world I doe not lye on flockbeds Colax Pray be pleas'd I brusht it off for meere respect I bare you Dysc Respect a fine respect Sir is it not To
language but in ours They thank you and they say they will have none Elves Ti-ti-ta-tâ—…-Tititatie Io. What say they now Do. They doe request you now To grant them leave to dance a Fayry ring About your servant and for his offence Pinch him doe you the while command the traitour Not dareto stirre not once presume to mutter Io. Traytour for so Prince Oberon deignes to call thee Stirre not nor mutter Bro. To be thus abus'd Io. Ha mutter'st thou Bro. I have deserved better Io. Still mutter'st thou Bro. I see I must endure it Io. Yet mutter'st thou Now Noble Lords begiâ—… When it shall please your honours Do. Ti ti tatie Our noble freind permits Tititatie Doe you not sir Io. How should I say I doe Do. Ti ti ta tie Io. Ti ti ta tie my Noble Lords Elves Quoniam per te violamur Vngues hic experiamur Statim dices tibi datam Cutem valdè variatam They dance Io. Tititatie to your Lordships for this excellent musick Bro. This 't is to have a coxcombe to on 's master Io. Still mutter'st thou Exit Bromius Dorylas from the tree Iocastus falls on his knees Do And rise up Sir Iocastus our deare Knight Now hang the hallowed bell about his neck We call it a mellisonant Tingle Tangle Indeed a sheep-bell stolne from 's own fat wether The ensigne of his knighthood Sir Iocastus Wee call to mind we promis'd you long since The President of our Dances place we are now Pleas'd to confirme it on you give him there His Staffe of Dignity aside Io. Your Grace is pleas'd To honour your poore leigeman Do. Now begone Io. Farewell unto your Grace and eke to you Tititatie my Noble Lords farewell Exit Dor. Tititatie my noble foole farewell Now my Nobility and honourd Lords Our grace is pleas'd for to part stakes here Iocalo These are your share these his and these our Graces Have we not gull'd him bravely see you Rascalls These are the fruits of witty knavery Mopsus enters barking Dor. Heaven shield Prince Oberon and his honour'd Lords We are betraid Mop. Bow wow wow Nay nay since you have made a sheepe of my Brother I 'le be a dog to keepe him Do. O good Mopsus Mop. Does not your Grace most lowe and mighty Dorylas Feare whipping now Do. Good Mopsus but conceale us And I will promise by to morrow night To get thee Thestylis Mop. I will aske leave Of the birds first An owle the bird of night An owle That plainly shewes that by to morrow night shreekes He may performe his promise Do. And I will Mop. Why then I will conceale you But your Grace Must thinke your Grace beholding to mee Do. Well We doâ—… Mop. And thanke the owle she stood your friend And for this time my witty Grace farewell Do. Nay be not so discourteous Stay and take An apple first you Iocalo give him one And you another and our Grace a third Mop. Your Grace is liberall But now I feare I am not hee that must interpret th' Oracle My brother will prevent me to my griefe I much suspect it for this Dorylas A scarre-crow cozend him most shamefully Which makes me feare hee 's a more foole then I. Exit Mopsus Dor. So we are clean got off come noble Peeres Of Fairy come attend our Royall Grace Let 's goe and share our fruit with our Queen Mab And th' other Dary maids where of this theam We will discourse amidst our Cakes and Cream Elves Cum tot poma habeamus Triumphos laeti iam canamus Faunos ego credam ortos Tantum ut frequentent hortos I domum Oberon ad illas Quae nos manent nunc ancillas Quarum osculemur sinum Inter poma lac vinum Finis Actus tertii ACTVS 4. SCEN 1. Mopsus The stilis Mop. I would have you to know The stilis so I would I am no dog but mortall flesh and blood As you are Thes. O be patient gentle Mopsus Mop. Slid fetch and carry Thes. Nay good sweet heart Be not so angry Mop. Angry why 't would anger A dog indeed to be so us'd a dog I would not use a dog so bid a dog That comes of a good house to fetch and carry Discourteous â—…et him get dogs of his own For I have got my neck out of the collar Let him unkennell's Oracles himselfe For Mopsus if I starte or spring him one I 'le dye the dogs death and be hang'd mad foole Thes. But Mopsus you may now securely visit Mee and my house Amyntas heaven be prais'd Is now recover'd of his wits again Mop. How and grown wise Thes. Ceres be prais'd as ever Mop. Shut up your doores then Carduus Benedictus Or Dragon water may doe good upon him Thes. What mean you Mopsus Mop. Mean I what mean you To invite me to your house when 't is infected Thes. Infected Mop. I Amyntas has the Wits And doe you think I 'le keepe him company Though as I told you still I am suspitious Iocastus is the man that must The. Doe what Mop. It grieves me to think of it The. Out with 't man Mop. That must interpret I have cause to think With sorrow be it spoken he will prove The verier foole but let him yet now my Augâ—…ry That never failes me tells mee certainly That I shall have thee Thestylis yet ere night It was an owle SCEN. 2. Claius Amyntas And see see Thestylis Here comes the Ivy bush I 'le stand aside For I am still most bodily afraid Amy. What Deity lives here the soule of Phoebus Breaths in this powerfull man sure Aeculapius Revisits earth againe and in this shape Deales health amongst us I before was nothing But bruiâ—… and beast O tell me by what reliques Of heavenly fire have you inspir'd me with This better soule of reason worthy sir If y' are some God as lesse I cannot deeme you That pittying of my miseries came downe From heaven to cure mee tell mee that I may With sacrifice adore you Mop. Adore him Are there such Ruffian Gods in heaven as he Such beggarly Deities Amyn. If you will conceale it And I by ignorance omit to pay Those sacred duties that I ought be pleas'd To pardon me Mop. Heighday well Thestylis You may be glad your house is not infected Hee'sten times madder now then ere he was To deify this rude ill-favour'd Silvan This fellow with the beard all over Thestylis I dare not stay unlesse my heeles maintaine My safety I shall turne a dog againe Exit Mopsus Clai I am as you are mortall 't is my skill In Physick and experience in the rare Vertue of herbes that wrought this miracle No Divinity or power in me Thest. Amyntas when shall wee requite this kindnesse Amynt Never I would willingly Have sacrific'd unto him but his modesty Will not permit it though he will not suffer us T' adore him as a God yet we may pay A reverence to him as a father Claius