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Loues metamorphosis A vvittie and courtly pastorall, vvritten by Mr. Iohn Lyllie. First playd by the Children of Paules, and now by the Children of the Chappel.
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Lyly, John, 1554?-1606.
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all my goods into my guts where I feele a continuall fire which nothing can quench my famine increaseth by eating resembling the Sea which receiueth all things and cannot bee filled life is sweete hunger sharpe betweene them the contention must bee short vnlesse thou Protea prolong it I haue acknowledged my offence against Ceres make amends I cannot for the gods holding the ballance in their hands what recompence can equally weigh with their punishments Or what is hee that hauing but one ill thought of Ceres that can race it with a thousand dutifull actions such is the difference that none can find defence this is the ods we miserable and men they immortall and gods Prot. Deare father I will obey both to sale and slaughter accompting it the onely happinesse of my life should I liue an hundred yeares to prolong yours but one mynute I yeeld father chop and chaunge me I am readie but first let mee make my prayers to Neptune and withdraw your selfe till I haue done long it shall not bee now it must be Erisict. Stay sweete Protea and that great god heare thy prayer though Ceres stop her eares to mine Prot. Sacred Neptune whose godhead conquered my maiden-head bee as ready to heare my passions as I was to beleeue thine and performe that now I intreate which thou didst promise when thy selfe didst loue Let not me bee a pray to this Marchaunt who knowes no other god then Gold vnlesse it bee falsely swearing by a god to get gold let me as often as I be bought for money or pawnd for meate be turned into a Bird Hare or Lambe or any shape wherin I may be safe so shall I preserue mine owne honour my fathers life and neuer repent me of thy loue and now bestirre thee for of all men I hate that Marchant who if he find my beautie worth one pennie will put it to vse to gaine ten hauing no Religion in his mind nor word in his mouth but money Neptune heare now or neuer Father I haue done Erisict. In good time Protea thou hast done for loe the Marchant keepeth not onely day but hower Prot. If I had not beene here had I beene forfeited Erisict. No Protea but thy father famished Here Gentleman I am ready with my daughter Prot. Gentleman Mar. Yea Gentleman faire maide my conditions make me no lesse Prot. Your conditions in deed brought in your obligations your obligations your Vsurie your Vsurie your Gentrie Mar. Why doe you iudge no Marchants Gentlemen Prot. Yes many and some no men Mar. You shall be well intreated at my hands Prot. It may Commmaunded I will not be Mar. If you be mine by bargaine you shall Prot. Father hath this Marchant also bought my mind Erisict. He cannot buy that which cannot be sold Mar. Here is the money Erisict. Here the maide farewell my sweete daughter I commit thee to the gods and this mans curtesie who I hope will deale no worse with thee then hee would haue the gods with him I must bee gone left I doe starue as I stand Exit Prot. Farewell deare Father I will not cease continually to pray to Ceres for thy recouerie Mar. You are now mine Protea Prot. And mine owne Mar. In will not power Prot. In power if I will Mar. I perceiue Nettles gently touched sting but roughly handled make no smart Prot. Yet roughly handled Nettles are Nettles and a Waspe is a Waspe though shee lose her sting Mar. But then they doe no harme Prot. Nor good Mar. Come with me and you shall see that Marchaunts know their good as well as Gentlemen Prot. Sure I am they haue Gentlemens goods Exeunt ACTVS QVARTVS SCENA PRIMA Ramis Montanus Siluestris Cupid Ram. This is the Temple of our great god let vs offer our sacrifice Mont. I am readie Sil. And I Cupid thou god of loue whose arrowes haue pierced our hearts giue eare to our plaints Cup. If you come to Cupid speake boldly so must louers speake faithfully so must speeders Ram. These euer burning Lampes are signes of my neuer to be quenched flames this bleeding heart in which yet stickes the head of the golden shaft is the liuely picture of inward torments mine eyes shall bedewe thine Altars with teares and my sighes couer thy Temple with a darke smoake pittie poore Ramis Mont. With this distaffe haue I spun that my exercises may bee as womanish as my affections and so did Hercules and with this halter will I hang my selfe if my fortunes answere not my deserts and so did Iphis To thee diuine Cupid I present not a bleeding but a bloudlesse heart dried onely with sorrow and worne with faithfull seruice This picture Toffer carued with no other instrument then Loue pittie poore Montanus Sil. This fanne of Swans and Turtles feathers is token of my truth and iealousie iealousie without which loue is dotage and with which loue is madnesse without the which loue is lust and with which loue is folly This heart neither bleeding nor bloudlesse but swolne with sighes I offer to thy godhead protesting that all my thoughts are as my words without lust and all my loue as my fortune without sweetnesse This Garland of flowers which hath all colours of the Rainebowe witnesseth that my heart hath all torments of the world pittie poore Silvestris Cup. I accept your offers not without cause and wonder at your loues not without pleasure but bee your thoughts as true as your words Ram. Thou Cupid that giuest the wound knowest the heart for as impossible it is to conceale our affections as to resist thy force Cup. I know that where mine arrowe lighteth there breedeth loue but shooting euerie minute a thousand shafts I know not on whose heart they light though they fall on no place but hearts What are your mistresses Ram. Ceres maidens mine most cruell which shee calleth constancie Mont. Mine most faire but most proud Sil. Mine most wittie but most wauering Cup. Is the one cruell th' other coye the third inconstant Ram. Too cruell Mont. Too coye Sil. Too fickle Cup. What do they thinke of Cupid Ram. One saith hee hath no eyes because he hits hee knowes not whome Mont. Th' other that he hath no eares to heare those that call Sil. The third that he hath no nose for sauours are not found of louers Ram. All that hee hath no taste because sweete and sower is all one Mont. All that hee hath no sence because paines are pleasures and pleasures paines Sil. All that he is a foolish god working without reason and suffering the repulse without regard Cup. Dare they blaspheme my god-head which Ioue doth worship Neptune reuerence and all the gods tremble at To make them loue were a reuenge too gentle for Cupid to make you hate a recompence too smal for louers But of that anon what haue you vsed in loue Ram. All things that may procure loue giftes words othes sighs and swounings Cup. What said they of gifts Mont. That