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The shepheards holy-day A pastorall tragi-comædie. Acted before both their Maiesties at White-Hall, by the Queenes Servants. With an elegie on the death of the most noble lady, the Lady Venetia Digby. Written by J.R.
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J. R. (Joseph Rutter), fl. 1635-1640.
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1635
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I 'me conjurd to follow you But I must die first Here is to be with thee Del. Stay hold thy hand I live thy Sylvia lives To make thee happy if thou wilt goe to her Thy. You 're habited like those I 've seene at Court And courtisie they say is ever there Yet mingled with deceit if you do meane T' abuse me for your sport this way will prove Too sad to raise mirth out of There 's no ill That I have done to you or any else Unlesse my constancy be here a sinne Del. His griefes have made him wilde I have no time Left me to use perswasions or to make This truth apparant to you on my word You shall be safe and if you dare beleeve me I le bring you where your love is follow me Thy. Why should I doubt or feare to goe with her Ill does he call for physicke whom the Law Has doom'd to die There 's no condition Can prove worse to me then my present one Pray lead me where you please I 'me sure of this To one that 's desperate no way 's amisse SCENA 2. Euarchus Eubulus Cleander Attendants Ev. ALl leave the roome Eubulus I 'me resolv'd To hold an easier hand over my daughter Then I was wont Therefore I sent Cleander To bring her to my presence though she have Wrong'd her great birth and breeding by her follies Yet I consider that she is my daughter And this restraint cannot but harden her In her fond resolutions have you sought By all the meanes you can to sift the cause Of her departure Eub. Sir I have tryed By all the waies that fit a subject to Enquire a truth of one that is his Princesse Eu. And what have you discover'd Eub. Nothing more Then what my son Cleander did before Eu. I have heard his relation but I wonder How for a whole moneths time she should abide Within our confines when so great a search Through all our Countryes and lowd proclamations Were made for her recovery Eub. T is true She herein was ingenuous and confest That she foresaw what search would be made for her Therefore with some about her she had plotted To hire a barke that might convey her hence In a disguise to Smyrna where she stayd Till time did fit her that with safety She might returne in habite of a Nymph Unto the place where then Cleander found her But why she left the Court she will not tell Eu. I will not force her to 't some little time Perhaps may make discovery of that secret But unto thee my faithfull Counsellor As unto one my heart hath still bin open I will discover what my purpose is In sending for these shepheards to my Court Eub. I should beleeve they resent for to delight Your Majesty as they were wont Eu. No Eubulus But for a greater end I feare my daughter And therefore I have sent for her to see These sports with purpose to observe her lookes For I suspect she loves some shepheard there Eub. It cannot be she will not staine her birth With such ignoble love yet I confesse Revolving all the causes of her strange Departure I could fixe on none but that Eub. Well if she do so I will let her forth Forth of my blood and whosoere he be Whose fortune markt him out to be the object Of this her love shall finde Ixions Fate He shall embrace a shadow by my life They both shall die Eub. O my gracious Lord Remember she 's your daughter Eu. I thou still Dost plead for her but yet am I her King As well as father private men respect Their profits and their private interests Of kindred but the actions of a King To honor and renowne must be directed Cleander enters Consider that and then thou wilt forget her Cleander welcome how does Calligone Is she not glad to come unto our presence Why dost not answere art thou frighted man Cle. I know not how to answere any thing Unlesse your Majesty will signe my pardon Eu. Why what 's the matter speake and speak it freely Cle. Then know great soveraigne that when I went As full of joy as speed with your glad message I found the Princesse Eu. What not dead I hope Cle. Dead to her honor Eu. Ha! Cle. In short my Lord I found her walking in the garden with A shepheard more of him I cannot tell But she was habited in that attire She wore when from the woods I brought her home I slipt away not being seene by them And if you please to goe perhaps great Sir You still may finde them there Eu. How now Eubulus Are my presages true shall I then sleepe With this disgrace and let my neighbour Princes Mocke at my humble fortunes when they heare The daughter of Euarchus matcht her selfe With a base shepheard Goe Eubulus quickly Here take my signet let this be your warrant To put them both to death Eub. How both my Lord Eu. I both Eub. Your daughter too Eu. Why do you question me Haue I not said they both shall die dispatch Let me not see thee till they both be dead Exit Eub. What hast thou done thou rash inhumane boy Depriv'd thy father of a childe thy selfe Of thine owne sister whom but now thou knewst Well may the King take that deare life away Which he did never give I will goe tell him I am her father but I loose my life If I do that as guilty of a treason Go Murderer hadst thou no pittie in thee Cle. Sir I do feele so much of griefe within me For this my act that if my blood will serve To save her life I le make no price of it Yet could I not imagine that the King Would have bin so inrag'd or if he would I had no time to thinke of it before Eu. No time who bid thee hasten to the ruine Of thy poore father and thy family The messages which come to do us hurt Are speedy but the good come slowly on Cle. But Sir remember what a straight we 're in It will concerne us to invent some way To save my sister though the shepheard die He will deserve it for his bold attempt Eub. Go take thy way whither thou wilt thy selfe That way is best which leads me to my grave Exit Cle. What luck is this This is more haste then speed I am resolv'd though my life lie at stake To stand the fury of th' inraged King Who knowes but he may be as sorry for His suddaine act as I for mine 'T is here To save her though it cost her lover deare SCENA 3. Sylvia Thyrsis Cleander NAy stay a little Thyrsis we are safe My warie keepers now are with the King Thy. Madam for my poore selfe I doe not feare But when I thinke on you and how your name And state that is so eminent must needs Receive a certaine scandall and foule blot If we be seene together blame me not Though I do feare or doubt What
cruell fate Angry with men that gave us hearts alike And fortunes so asunder you 're a Cedar I a poore shrub that may looke up unto you With adoration but ne're reach your height Syl. But Thyrsis I do love you love and death Do not much differ they make all things equall The Monuments of Kings may shew for them What they have bin but looke upon their dust The color and the weight of theirs and beggers You 'le finde the same and if 'mongst living men Nature has printed in the face of many The characters of noblenesse and worth Whose fortune envies them a worthy place In birth or honor When the greatest men Whom she has courted beare the marks of slaves Love sure will looke on those and lay aside The Accidents of wealth and noble blood And in our thoughts wil equall them with Kings Thy. 'T is true divinest Lady that the soules Of all men are alike of the same substance By the same maker into all infus'd But yet the severall matters which they worke on How different they are I neede not tell you And as these outward Organs give our soules Or more or lesse roome as they are contriv'd To shew their lustre so againe comes fortune And darkens them to whom the Gods have given A soule divine and body capable Of that divinity and excellence But 't is the order of the Fates whose causes We must not looke into But you deare Madam Nature and fortune have conspir'd to make The happiest alive Syl. Ay me most wretched What pleasure can there be in highest state Which is so crost in love the greatest good The Gods can tell how to bestow on men Thy. Yet some do reckon it the greatest ill A passion of the minde form'd in the fancy And bred to be the worst disease of reason Syl. They that thinke so are such as love excludes Men full of age or foule deformitie No Thyrsis let not us prophane that deity Love is divine the seed of every thing The cause why now we live and all the world Thy. Love is divine for if religion Binds us to love the Gods who never yet Reveald themselves in any thing to us But their bright Images the fairest creatures Who are our daily objects loving them Wee exercise religion let us not Be scrupulous or feare the Gods have care Of us and of our piety Syl. But take heed We cannot be too warie many things Oppose our wills yet if you thinke it fit And this nights silence will so favour us Wee le goe together if we quit this Countrie It is no matter all the world to me Will be Arcadia if I may injoy Thy company my love Thy. No Sylvia Pardon mee deare if still I call you so Enjoy your fortunes thinke how much your honor Must suffer in this act For me I finde It is enough that I have ever lov'd you Now let me at the light of your bright eie Burne like the bird whose fires renew her nest I shall leave you behind me to the world The Phenix of true love and constancy Nor is that bird more glorious in her flames Then I shall be in mine though they consume me Syl. It must not be for know my dearest shepheard I shall not tell one minute after thee I finde my soule so linkt to thine that death Cannot divide us Thy. What then shall we do Shall we resolve to live thus till we gaze Our eies out first and then lose all our senses In their succession shall we strive to leave Our soules breath'd forth upon each others lips Come let us practise this our envious Fates Cannot deny us Cleander enters Cle. What a sight were this To meete her father This would make him mad Indeed and execute his rage himselfe Madam your father 's here Syl. Ha Delia Cleander is it thou then I 'me betraid The second time but must thy fortune make thee The instrument of my undoing still Cla. Shepheard I will not honor thee so much As to enquire thy name thou hast don that Thou wilt pay deare for And I hope thy death Will take away the blot of this disgrace Th' hast laid upon the Princesse Thy. If you do this You le make me happy it was this I lookt for My triviall acts of life this of my death Will recompence with glory I shall die To save my Princesse and what 's more to save The life of her life her unspotted honor Blest Lady though you are as innocent And chaste as purest Virgins that have yet Seene nothing in a dreame to warme their blood Yet the malicious world the censuring people That haste to cast durt on the fairest things Will hardly spare you if it once be knowne That we were here together As for me My life is nothing but variety Of griefe and troubles which with constancy I have borne yet t is time that now I die Before I do accuse the Gods that have Brought me to this and so pull on my death A punishment Will you be mercifull And end me quickly Cle. Shepheard know for this Thy resolution which in noble bloods I scarce have found I willingly would grant What thou desir'st But somthing must be knowne Before that time either from you or you Syl. I know Cleander it is me you aime at I do confesse this shepheard is my love For his sake I did leave the Court and thee Unworthy as thou art to be his Rivall Cle. Madam my duty bids me speake to you Not as a lover now but as you are My Princesse and the daughter of my King I would not for the world have those desires Which I had then for sure my bolder love Would have transgrest the limits of all duty And would have dar'd to tell you that this shepheard Was not a match for great Arcadias heire Nor yet one fit for my Competitor 'T is not his outward feature which how faire It is I do not question that can make him Noble or wise Whereas my birth deriv'd From ancient Kings and yeares not far unsuiting Those of your owne to these my education To you well knowne perhaps might make me worthy Of being your servant Syl. Canst thou looke on this This piece Cleander and not blush to boast Thy follies thus seeking to take away From his full vertue if but this one act Of his appeare unto the world as know It shall for I le not shame to publish him Though I die for it will it not devoure Thy empty glories and thy puft up nothings And like a grave will burie all thy honors Do take his life and glory in that act But be thou sure in him thou shalt kill two Cle. What meane you madam Syl. Not to live a minute After his death Gle. That all the Gods forbid Syl. No they command it rather that have made Our soules but one Cleander thou wert wont To be more courteous and I do see Some pitie in thee if not for