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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59332	Pastor fido, or, The faithful shepherd a pastoral, as it is acted at the Duke's Theatre.	Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; Guarini, Battista, 1538-1612. Pastor fido.	1677 (1677)	Wing S2706; ESTC R17055	40,219	76

By the concern they shew in losing ' em Your ●…age and storms to think me perjur'd prove The violence and ardence of your Love And to requi●…e the tedious pains you 've born●… Accept in blushes this last just return Gives him her hand To morrow at the Altar seal my heart Sylv. Thou wilt be true thou must by Heav'ns thou art Kisses her hand Corisc. In all my Charms there my Dear Love I 'le meet And lay my soul at kind Sylvano's feet But one thing I forget Do not defend that naughty Womans cause Let the lewd shameful Wretch suffer the Laws They have met there before a hundred times But let her dye vile Creature ●…or her Crimes I hate that odious sin so much may all That practice it as much unpittyed fall Sylv. Forgive me if I take my self away To morrows Bliss permits me not to stay I must prepare for our dear Nuptial day And the bright Sun when he salutes the skie No Persian shall adore so much as I But see I find you true Corisc. Can you suspect me now By my Religion and my Lise I 'm true Sylv. Pray Heaven this pious resolution last For to your Sex that Grace comes not in hast Corisc. Why this mistrust Sylv. You know you never told me truth before Corisc. Now you 're unkind Sylv. Well I 'le suspect no more I will believe you just and live in hope Falsehood in Woman is a stream may stop Grant ye great Gods that one kind 〈◊〉 do Once in a l●…fe a Woman may speak true Exit Corisc. Poor credulous Fool What dangers did I shun Had I not us'd this Cheat I had been undone Had the bold Slave appear'd in her defence He had crusht my Plots and prov'd her Innocence But now thanks to my Wit His preparations for his faithful Bride No doubt has found him work enough beside Proud Rival nothing now thy Fate shall stay The gaudy Sacrifice must bleed to day Exit SCENE the Second Enter Montano Amaryllis bound with Attendants Mont. Base present Age which dost with thy impure Delights the beauty of the soul obscure Teaching to Nurse a Dropsie in the Veins Bridling the look but givest desire the Reins Thus like a Net that spread and cover'd lyes With leaves and tempting Flowers thou dost disguise With coy and holy Guiles a Womans heart Mak'st Life a Play and Vertue but a Part. They think it not a fault Loves Sweets to steal So from the World they can the Theft conceal Amar. Had I been guilty then it wou'd have been Less grievous to me to have Death pay sin But now to dye thus Innocent in all My pride of Youth and For●…une thus to fall Is a sad case Mont. A sad one 't is indeed When at one stroke th' Arcadian hopes must bleed Thou born of Heavenly Race born to asswage A Nation 's griefs t' appease a Goddess Rage One that for Heavenly Beauty merited Temples and sacred Victims to be led Thy self to th' Altar as a Sacrifice Who could behold it without melting Eyes Oh wretched fa●…l Amar. For all this have not I Transgrest the Law but Innocently dye Must I then dye Montano must I dye None left to hear none to defend me left Of all abandon'd of all hope bereft Only of such a mocking pitty made The wretched object as affords no aid Mont. Be patient Nymph and give me cause to tell Though thou didst ill yet that thou suffer'st well Look up to Heaven that gave thee Birth and be Content with what is writ above for thee Amar. Oh 't is a cruel Sentence whether given By Men or Gods or writ in Earth or Heaven But writ in Heaven I am sure it cannot be For that does my unsullied Bosom see And there my injur'd Innocence is known Stands fair and shines before th' Eternal Throne But what does that avail if I my Life must pay Mirt. Who fears to dye dyes every hour i'th'day Why hang'st thou back and draw'st a painful breath Death has no ill in 't but the fear of Death And they that dye when they have heard their Doom Flye from their Death Amar. Perhaps some help may come Mont. Good Nymph no more our duty calls us hence I with your stay no longer can dispence Amar. Dear Woods adieu then my dear Woods adie●… Receive these sighs my last ones into you Till my cold shade forc'd from her seat by dire And unjust Seel to your lov'd shades retire For sink to Hell it can't being Innocent Nor soar to Heaven laden with discontent Mirtillo dear Mirtillo most accurst The day I saw the day I pleas'd thee first Without thy Love death would less frightful be My greatest pain in death is losing thee Enter Corisca. Is this the Nymph accuses me dear Friend Thy goodness cannot to such crimes descend Rescue my Honour and my Life defend Corisc. Dear Amaryllis your own actions blame You l●…st my Friend●…hip when you lost your Fame Am●…r Nay then my ruine does too plain appear I little thought such Treason harbour'd here Corisc. Treason Heaven knows my hea●…t Treason in me No I 'de not wrong my mortal Enemy Because I 've spoyld her amorous design She would repair her Fame by wounding mine But Sir I am a Witn●…ss of her sin I saw this Wanton Nymph steal softly in A glowing colour all her Face o'respread It ma●…e me blush to see her look so red At her approach behind a Bush I stept And unperceiv'd my watching station kept The eager Youth came after her in hast His looks less fearful and his steps more fast And blustring rusht into the Cave whilst I Oh the strange Charms of Curiosity Amar. Oh my tir'd patience Oh thou barbarous In humane Nymph t' abuse my Virtue thus What Treacheries did ever I design Against thy blood that thou should'st thirst for mine Corisc. Abuse thy Virtue thou hast none to wrong But not to make th'unpleasing tale too long Close to the Rock my list'ning Ear I l●…id And th'hollow Cave this gentle sound convey'd On the cold ground as the Ny●… panting lay In a faint dying Voyce I heard her say What shift does poor Love make to which the Swain With a brisk joy thus Answer'd her again No shining Monarchs in their Beds of Gold And their pr●…ud Arms do so much Treasure hold Not half my B●…ss nor half thy sweetness tast Amar. Oh torture me no more dear Sir make hast Send me to Execution let me dye T is worse than death to hear this Blasphemy Ex guarded Corisc. See with what hast she takes her self away Her guilt 's so terrible she dares not stay Yet there 's such winning Beauty in her Face That I protest were I to judge her case My tender-hearted Nature is so good I should forgive her sin I Vow I shou'd Exit Mont. Fair Golden Age when Milk was th' only Food The Cradle of the Infant World the Wood Rockt by the Winds when th' untoucht Flook

they a Jem so precious throw To one that knows it not and scorns it so Erg. Because from Silvios Marriage Heav'n of old T' Arcadia has deliverance fore-told You though a Stranger here have understood That of an offer'd Virgins guiltless blood A Tribute by Dianas dire command Is yearly paid by this unhappy Land Mirt. But what strange Crime deserved so sharp a Doom How could such monstrous cruelty find room In a Celestial mind Erg. The cause of all This storm was one of Cynthias Favourites fall Her best-lov'd Priest a Youth of Noble blood By an inconstant Nymphs fair Eyes subdu'd And by her Vows and broken Oaths betray'd In desperation sor this Perjur'd Maid Himself before her Feet a bloody Victim laid Whose Death Diana did so much incense That by a long and violent Pestilence A suffering Nation in her fall was crusht In Purple dye her killing fury blusht Nor could the dying Criminals blood alone Wash off her stain and for her sins atone Mirt. But how did you at last the Goddess rage appease Erg. Our Cure's almost as ill as our Disease For going to consult Heav'ns Will we from The Oracle received this fatal Doom That yearly we to Nights offended Queen A Maid or Wife should offer past fi●…teen And under twenty by which means the rage That ●…wallow'd thousands one death should asswage Mirt. And was this Barbrous Tribute by her will Doom'd to be paid for ever Erg. The Oracle Being askt agen what end our Woe should have To our demand this punctual answer gave Your Woe shall end when two of Race Divine Love shall Combine And for a faithless Nymphs Apostate State A faithful Shepherd supererrogate Now there is left in all Arcadia Of Heav'nly stock no other branch but they Young Silvio and fair Amarillis She From Pan descended from Alcides He And to our grief till now there never yet Of Heav'nly Race a Male and Female met On this a Nations hope depends the rest Is still reserv'd in Fates own secret breast And with this Marriage one day will ensue Mirt. And all this poor Mirtillo to undo What a long reach is here what Armys Band Against one heart half murder'd to their hand Is 't not enough that cruel Love 's my Foe Unless Fate too contrives my over-throw Erg. Alas Mirtillo grieving does no good Tears quench not Love but are its Milk and Food T shall scape me hard but e're the Sun descend This Cruel One shall hear thee Courage Friend Mirt. That word has shot life through me do but this And to repay you for so vast a Bliss When I am Dead and her fair Hand has given The killing-wound I 'le send you thanks from Heav'n Exeunt SCENE the Third Enter Corisca and Celia Corisca. Yonder he goes oh that bewitching Face When I behold Mirtilloes every grace His unaffected Carriage all his Charms What pleasing heat my panting Bosom warms But when I think anothers Chains he wears And will be deaf to all my Sighs and Pray'rs That dismal thought my bleeding heart-strings tears Shall I the flame of thousand hearts the wrack Of thousand Souls languish and burn and lack That pitty I denyed to others I Who kill by Cruelty by fondness dye Celia Talk not of dying Death 's an end of pain To those that Love but once and never Love again But thanks to Heav'n you 've no such danger nigh You have that pleasing Charm Variety Let those that starve in Love complain they dye Corisc. Yes Girl had I no other Love but this In Love there would be very little Bliss How extream poor must that ill House-VVise prove Who in all the World keeps but one only Love What 's Faith What 's Constancy Tales which the Jealous feign To awe fond Girls 〈◊〉 as absurd as vain Faith in a Woman if at least there be Faith in a Woman unreveal'd to me Is not a Virtue nor a Heav'nly Grace But the sad Penance of a ruind Face That 's pleas'd with one 'cause it can please no more A thousand fetter'd Slaves should all besore A Beauteous Face fall prostrate and adore What 's Beauty tell me If not pursued where Lovers numerous are It is a sign the pe●…son Lov'd is rare A Crea●…ure Charming excellently fair Celia You Beauties then like Majesty in State Keep a large Train One Officer to wait Another to p●…esent a third to p●…ate A fourth for somewhat else Corisc. Well Celia when thy opening Beauty blows Grown up to Love take my advice and use Thy Lovers like thy Garments put on one Have many often shift and wear out none For daily Conversation breeds distast Distast Contempt and Loathing at the last Then get the start let not the Servant say He has turn'd his Mrs but she him away These are the rules I take I 've choyce and strive To please 'em all to this my hand I give And wink on him the handsom'st I admit Into my Bosom but not one shall get Into my Heart and yet I know not how Ay me Mirtillo's crept too near it now Celia For shame leave sighing Sister have more Pride You that have got so many Loves beside Cure this fond Thirst by some more pleasing tast In half your plenty none but Fools would fast Corisc. I never sigh'd but to deceive before Such pains as these till now I never bore What shall I do Leave him I cant Court him I must not Yes Love forbids that and Honour hinders this First then I 'le try Allurements and discover The Love to him but will conceal the Lover If after this he does my flame despise Nought but Revenge shall my hot Rage suffice And my Proud Rival Amaryllis Dyes My Persecu●…or here Spying Sylvano Enter she runs away Enter Sylvano and Dorco Sylva Corisca stay Confusion seize her how she hasts away Why by Heav'ns Curse and Malice was I Born To be a Vassal to such Pride and Scorn As Frosts to Plants to ripend Ears a Storm To Flowers the Mid-day-Sun to Seed the Worm To Stags the Toyles to Birds the Lime-twiggs so Is Love to man an everlasting Foe And he that call'd it fire pierced well into Its Treacherous Nature for if fire you view How bright and beautiful it is Approacht How warm and comfortable but when toucht Oh how it burns the Monster-bearing Earth Did never Teem such a Prodigious Birth Where e're Love fixes its Imperial Seat Cottage and Pallace to its Rage submit So absolute is its too large Command Nothing can its Tyrannick pow'r withstand So Love if you behold it in a pair Of Starry-eyes in a bright tress of hair How temptingly it looks what kindly flames It breaths what Peace what Pardons it proclaims But if thou dost it in thy bosom keep So that it gather strength and can but creep No Tygress in Hircanian Mountains Nurst No Lybian-Lyoness is half so curst Nor ●…rozen Snake ●…osterd with humane breath His Flames are hot as Hell Bonds strong as Death

did bea●… Their dear Young for themselves None then did fea●… The Sword or Poyson no black thoughts begun T' Eclipse the light of the Eternal Sun Nor wandring pines unto a forreign shore Or War or Riches a worse mischief bore That Idol Honour which th' Ambitious blinds Was not till now the Tyrant of our minds No Lawless wishes then no Perjuries Corrupted Love then the blind God had Eyes Husband and Lover signifi'd one thing True Love and the delights true Love does bring Was Honour to those sober minds that knew No Happiness but what from Virtue grew Dear Heaven that state of Innocence renew Exit Enter Mirtillo Mirt. Wretched Mirtill●… to the Temple flye And there behold thy Amaryllis dye A Martyr to thy groundless Jealousie Oh damn'd Corisca thou Infernal Hag Do boa●… thy Treasons and thy Trophies brag And as the greatest Curse that I can give May'st thou but dye with half the pains I live SCENE the Third Enter Dorinda disguis'd in a Coat of Furs Dorind Sylvio when I appear in my own shape Takes all the care my presence to escape And when my sighs I utter then he speaks With so much s●…n that my poor heart he breaks But thus disguis'd I may his foot-steps trace Securely gaze upon his lovely Face Live in the Sun-shine his fair Eyes do cast Follow my Love and near my Heaven be plac'd But what if he should see through my Disguise Tho Love they say is blind yet Hate has Eyes Wretched Dorinda every way thour' t lost Was ever poor unhappy Maid so crost Well from my Love you too unkindly flye The Nymphs will chide you Sylvio when I dye I 'm the last Conquest too you e're will make For none of 'em will Love you for my sake Wearied and tir'd I grow so faint I 'le try If I can sleep in yonder brake I 'le lye If they can fleep that Love so much as I. Exit Enter Sylvio with Linco and other Shepherds a Bores Head being carry'd before him in Tryumph the Shepherds Sing Oh glorious Youth true Child of Hercules That kilst with ease such Monstrous Beasts as these Lynco Oh glorious Conquerour by whom lyes slain The terrour of th' Arcadian plain This is the famous Trophy Noble Toyle Of him whom we our Demi-god must stile Extol his great Name Shepherds and this day Keep ever Solemn ever Holy-day The Shepherds Sing Oh glorious Youth true Child of Hercules That Kilst with ease such Monstrous Beasts as these Lynco Oh glorious Youth who didst despise thy own For others safeties Sylv. All that I have done Was but my duty Vertue climbs her Throne By these steep Stai●…s and the high Gods have set Danger and Toyle before her Pallace Gate The Shepherds Song Thanks Conquerour to thee n●… more shall the Clown Be scar'd from the Plough and the Tillage lay down He shall Sow the plump Seed from Earths pregnant Womb Expect the wisht fruit when the Season is come No more shall the Shepherds be frightned away The Nymphs and their Loves in the Forrests shall play Chor. No more shall the Shepherds c. Lync Such peradventure was the famous Bore Alcides slew yet so thy glory 's more 'T is thy first labour but his third But with wild Beasts thy Infant Valour playes To kill worse Monsters in thy riper dayes Sylv. But stay I see unless my eyes mistake A greyish thing at Couch in yonder brake Sure some wilde Beast most certainly 't is one More Tryumphs still my Victories to Crown Direct this Arrow by thy power Divine And Cynthia the devoted head is thine Sylvio draws an Arrow and shoots at which Lynco and some of the other Shepherds go out Sylv. What have I done what have my Eyes beheld In a Beasts skin I have a Shepherd kill'd Sylvio an end to all thy Tryumphs give Throw down thy Weapons and inglorious live Enter Lynco and the former Shepherds leading in Dorinda bleeding as wounded with an Arrow Lync Lean gently on my Arm. Dorin May I not know Sylv. D●…rinda Dorin To what hand my death I owe Lynco To Sylvio's Dorin Must I Sylvio's Martyr prove Sylv. How ill poor Nymph have I repaid thy Love Dor. Kill'd by so dear a hand Sylv. How can I gaze On so much ruine dare I see that Face And live No flye thy guilt flye thy disgrace Yet something holds me and would make me run To her whom I of all the world did shun Dorin Why do you look so wildly do not start At what you 've done if you have struck my heart It was your own and that can be no ●…ault Those hands to wound me your fair Eyes have taught Sylv. Run Linc●… flye and bring some quick relief Bring all your help Friends Arts to save her Life Fly as you value my Eternal Bliss Exit Linco Dorin This Care is wondrous kind indeed it is But now I fear it comes too late Sylv. Too late Divert ye Gods this bloody Scene of Fate And save her Life or I must ever howle Horrors and Hell will haunt my tortur'd soul Dorin Wipe your dear Eyes this grief I cannot see You are too good to be disturb'd for me But if you think my death a fault has been Let me enjoyn the pennance for your sin When I am dead dear Sylvio do but come Once in a day and visit my cold Tomb. And when you see the pretty Garlands hung About my Grave to shew I dy'd so young And think how the bewailing Nymphs all me●… With trembling hands the Cypress branches set And mixt the flowers their tender Eyes all wet When you shall read upon the little Stone Here lyes Dorinda by her Love und●…ne And o're my dust the weeping Marble see Then with a sigh you will remember me Sylv. Remember thee is this weak Tribute all That I must pay for thy unhappy ●…all Do●…in And is not this enough Will you do more Then sigh for my poor sake nay then you shall weep too And mou●…n for me as I have done for you Say will you not Sylv. Is that all I can pay A Pious Mourner at your Grave I 'le stay And on your Marble weep my Life away Why could our meeting Souls no sooner joyne Now dear Dorinda I am intirely ●…hine Dorind Then I 'le dye pleas'd if Death hath made you mine Sylv. Must so much goodness dye when thou a●…t dead And all that 's dear on Earth's for ever fled Thus o're thy Dust I 'le hang my drooping Head Dorin But will you wish I were alive agen Sylv. More then for Heaven Dorind But would you love me then Sylv. More than the Saints love Bliss I 'de be all thine No Constancy no Faith no Love like mine Dorind With Joy before I could my Life resign But Death will now but little welcome find Now I 'de fain live to hear you speak thus kind Enter Lynco and Dameta Sylv. Oh save her Life with hers redeem my Fate to Da. Restore

Hunting spill your precious blood Dor. Alas I would forgive him if he ●…nou'd Since unkind Sylvio from my Love does flye Young though I am I 'm Old enough to dye Exeun●… The End of the Second Act. ACT the Third Enter Amaryllis with a Train of Shepherdess who enter Singing Song WHy does the foolish World mistake And Loves dull praises sing so loud What idle Subjects must they make Who choose a blind and Childish Boy their God What dearer Joys our Freedom brings Whilst the wing'd Quire on every bough Charm'd with our Bliss in Consort sings And Night and Day our harmless pleasures view Chor. 'T is Shame and the Night Loves folly does cover And only the Bat and Schreich-Owl that hover About the dark Windows of a drowzy dull Lover The Song ended they Dance which done they go off singing and Corisca enters and stays Amaryllis Manent only Corisc. and Amar. Cor. I Must go speak to him or he 'l not stir To her faint-hearted Swain what do you fear Calling to Mirtillo Enter Mirtillo Mirt. I would approach her but dare move no nigher How near to Impotence is strong desire Corisc. Make hast or she is lost Amar. What do I view Mirt. Stay If this action to thy scorn be due Behold the Weapon and the Breast holding his Dagger to his Breast Amar. Thou hast Deserved that Sentence thy rash tongue has past What cause bold man could thy presumption move To interrupt my sost Retirements Mirt. Love Amar. Love is not rude Mirt. Can it be rudeness when I kneel before That dear Celestial Creature I adore Is it a Crime t' approach what we admire Do but observe fair Nymph how the wing'd Quire Each wandring Bird flyes over Woods and Groves To mix its Ayr●…s with the dear Mate it loves And what their Loves and weaker sense has done Should dastard Man the Lord of Reason shun Amar. And is this Love Did Love your soot-steps steer Prayers not surprizes would have brought you here Mirt. As a wilde Beast enraged with want of Food Rushes on Travellers from out the Wood. So I that only live on thy fair Eyes Since that lov'd Food thy Cruelty denys On my fair Prey a Ravenous Lover seize To my long famisht Love the only ease My Passion and my Fears were lo●…g at strife And 't was a stratagem to save a Life Amar. Alas you persecute me but in vain What is it you can ask or hope t' obtain Mirt. Once ere I dye to hear me Amar. Well Sir that Boon I grant But this before Say little quickly part and come no more Mirt. Then that I love thee more than I do love My Life if thou doubt'st Cruel ask this Grove Each st●…pid Rock each Mountain which so of●… I by the voyce of my Complaints made sof●… Behold these Flowers that make the Earth so proud Those Stars which naile the Firmament The crowd Of Nights bright Gems attest my high desires They 've all been witness of my restless fires To the adored bright Beautys of those Eyes My soul with all her wing'd affections flyes But since you bid me say but little I Shall say but little saying that I dye And shall do less in dying since I see How mu●…h my death is cove●…ed by Thee Yet when I 'm Dead You 'l pitty what to Live you can't permit Must those bright Stars which my Loves Torches lit Light too my Funeral Tapers and fore run As once my rising now my setting Sun Amar. What shall I say I cannot speak aside Mirt. Fair Saint Have you no sense of my too just Complaint Have you no Pitty speak what have I done This Fate to merit Must I talk alon●… Say something Cruel Nymph Amar. What should I say You know I must not answer you your way Mirt. Say dye at least if nothing else you 'l say Amar. That honest pitty I may gra●…t you have Other it is in vain to hope or crave For amorous pitty you must ne're implore From her who has given away all that before But if you love me and have told me true Love my good Name my Life and Honour too You seek Impossibles I am a Ward To Heav'n Earth watches me and my reward If I transgress is Death But most of all Virtue defends me Sir your hea●…t recall On barren Rocks none but th' unhappy fall And 't is the part of Vi●…tue to abstain From what we love if it will prove our bane Mirt. He that no longer can resist must yield Amar. Where Virtue reigns all passio●…s quit the field Mirt. Love tryumphs over Virtue Amar. Let that man That cannot what he will will what he can Mirt. Necessity of Loving has no Law Amar. But effects cease when Causes do with draw I 'le see you then no more Mirt. Oh stay your form 's fixt here In vain we flye what we about us bear There is no Cure but that which Death affords Amar. Death Let me speak then and be sure these words Be as a Charm to you Although I know When Lovers talk of dying it does show Rather an amorous custom of the tongue Then a r●…solve of mind continuing long Yet if in earnest you should ever take So strange a frenzy know that when you make Your self away you murder my Fame too Live then is you do love me and adieu Mirt. And must I live for ever in despair Doom'd to a Life that is not worth my care Amar. Mirtillo 't is high time you went away You have already made too long a stay Be gon and let your griefs not grow too strong Of hopeless Lovers there 's a numerous throng There is no wound but carryes with it pain And there are others who of Love complain Mirt. How can I leave you Amar. Why Sir should you stay You know my heart 's already given away You know I 'm to be Marryed Sir yet still Oh Heav'ns I 'de like t' have said against my will aside Be gone be gone For should he longer stay aside I shall the weakness of my soul betray Mirt. Why must I flye so sast from all that 's dear Amar. Should but the Nymphs return a●…d find you here This place they hold so sacred that they 'd tear You Limb from Limb The Thracian Nymphs ne're tore And Murder'd Orpheus so on Hebrus shore Mirt. Is that a fear should drive Mirtillo hence What if the place be sacred the offence Proceeds from Love and Love is sacred too They could not hurt the Slave that dyes for you Amar. He has staid too long his presence has such pow'r aside My Father I expect this very hour And if he find you here I shall pull down A Nations anger and a Fathers frown Sir for my safety go Mirt. That word alone could force Me hence but can I suffer this Divorce And yet not dye the pangs of death I 'm sure I feel and all that parting souls endure Exit Amar. Mirtillo oh Mirtill●… couldst thou