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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

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

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

then not been so loud Nor had this Funeral pomp drawn all this mourning crowd Mirt. Exquisite Fiend Oh Sir believe her not This Injur'd Virgins Honour has no spot A purer Saint the undeserving World ne're graced A brighter Star in Heav'n was never placed The Goddess you adore is not more Chast. Mont. Forbear this Blasphemy Corisc. No let him Rave 'T is all the pleasure that poor Losers have No kindness yet aside to Mirt. Mirt. Oh my distracted Soul Corisc. Yet yield and she shall live to Mirt. Mirt. No Traytress Corisc. Constant Fool Mont. Now Nymph before the Fatal stroke is given If thou would'st reconcile thy self to Heaven Make thy last Prayer Amar. Kneeling Since then my Stars my Martyrdom decree My injur'd Fame dear Heav'n I leave to Thee Clear but my sullyed Name when I am dead And willingly to th'Axe I 'le bow my Head My Body to its Native dust I give My Soul to Him in whom alone I live Mirt. If she must dye Here my last Vows I 'le seal Kneels kisses her hand Mont. Rude Swain forbear Such profanation is not suffer'd here Mirt. You may more easily Seas from Seas divide Our Souls are joyn'd and make one mixing Tide Mont. Force 'em asunder The Attendants force 'em apart 'T is no wonder Heav'n Has such dread signs of its displeasure given When their own Rites they thus polluted see And from such stains not their own Altars free Mirt. Is there such Treason in a parting kiss For ever torn from all my dearest bliss Amar. Mirtillo this is an unkind Divorce But let their cruel Rites have their free course Love at this distance no strict Laws deny Thus I 'le look blessings on You and then dye Enter Carino and Dameta Car. Hold hold your Fatal Doom Mirt. My Father here Carin Yes and thy Father is thy Murderer Thou art Montanoes Son and if he give Her Death in whom thy Life does only live 'T is his own blood he spills Mont. Take heed bold Man Car. Sir I speak truth and fright me if you can The Son you lost i'th'deluge is this Youth I found him lodged near our Alpheos mouth Undround His Cradle like a little boat Into the Woods had carryed him afloat Such care had Heav'n Mont. Where is Dameta Dam. Here. Mont. When you came back 't is since some 20. year From seeking of my Child which the swoln brook By'ts rapid Inundations from me took Did you not say that you had sought with pain All that Alpheo Baths and all in vain How comes it then Dam. Your pardon Royal Sir I went to seek him and I found him there But this good Man had kept him as his Son And Fear made me conceal what he had done Because the Oracle fore-told me there That if the Child then found should e're Return he should be like to dye By his mis-guided Fathers Cruelty Mont. Ah me it is too clear This act of mine My Dream and th' Oracle did well Divine Why did the Gods protect my drowning Child Preserve my blood to have it thus defil'd Mirt. Great Sir from whom my Royal Birth I draw I claim the favour of th' Arcadian Law When Criminals are doom'd to bleed Equals in blood in their Exchange may dye And now that Equal to her blood am I. How can you see such Fetters on those hands Make hast unty unty those impious Bands And in her place by the kind Gods decree Your Cynthias juster Victim offer me Corisc. Now all my hopes are ruin'd Foolish Swain aside By my curst Arts my dear Mirtillo slain Amar. Why generous Youth do you pursue this claim You 'l save me from the Axe to dye with shame Mirt. What glory to my Royal Birth I owe When to redeem thy Life my blood may flow Corisc. I cannot see him dye aside Enter Sylvano If you have pitty for a Virgins Prayer kneels For your own blood this dear Youths blooming years And your Arcadias hope Sylvan What do I see By all the Devils in her Soul 't is she Corisc. Alas I 've been unkind Mont. What does she say Corisc. To Death with him take the fond Fool away Pray for his Life my dull mistake forgive A Slave so senseless don't deserve to live Sylvan By all that 's good she Loves the smooth-fac'd Youth Sir I Conjure you by your Love to Truth By all your piety the Gods you fear Believe her not that Monster do not hear On her own head let your kind Justice fall She has Cheated You Her Him Betray'd you all Treason 's her business Poyson 's in her Tears Perdition in her soul she never Swears But she is Perjur'd if she speaks she Lyes And all the Prayers she makes are Blasphemies Carin Thou art the happiest Father and most dear To the immortal Deities see here The long-kept secret of our Fate made clear Tears of delight in such abundance flow From out my heart I scarce can speak Our Woe Our Woe shall end when two of race Divine Love shall combine And for a Faithless Nymphs Apostate state A faithful Shepherd Supererrogate Of Heav'nly race is not this Youth when thine And Amaryllis is of race Divine And what great Sir but Love has them combin'd Sylvio by Parents and by Force was joyn'd To Amaryllis and is yet as far From Loving her as Love and Hatred are Mont. In what a mist of Errors how profound A night of Ignorance have I been drownd By every C●…cumstance 't is evident The fatal Voyce none but Mirtillo meant For who indeed since slain Amintas Death Exprest such Love as he such constant Faith Who but Mirtillo for his Mrs. wou'd Since true Amintas spend his dearest blood This is that work of Supererrogation This is that faithful Shepherds expiation For the Apostate Lucrin's fact Now Son Compleat a Nations joys and Crown thy own Gives him Amaryllis Mirt. Then the Immortal Treasure let me seize And thus kind Sir embrace your sacred knees Amar. Our Loves thus Crown'd Ergasto flye and save My wretched mourning Father from a Grave Tell him I live and all his fears remove Mirt. Thy Piety's as Charming as thy Love Corisc. Break break my heart Mont. But as the Gods ordein'd T'unite your hearts your hearts must be unstain'd Heav'n that preserved thy Childhood from the Flood By Miracle restored thee to my Blood And to oblige Man-kind decreed this tye Could do no less than guard her Chastity As you dread Tortures Death and angry Heav'n to Cor. Confess her Injuries and be forgiven Repent and say she 's Innocent Corisc. I do I wrong'd you Sir but yet I loved you too to Mir. Sylvan Yes she has loved him and all Man-kind beside The Sex is not enough to please her Pride Corisc. Oh how I hate that Face Sylvan I know you do Corisc. Dear World farewell and all delights adieu Silvan Sir as you ever Faith and Justice prize Hear from my tongue that Witches Sorceries Their Entrance to the

see That heart which thou condemn'st of cruelty Soul of my soul thou d'st find it so much thine thou d'st give me pitty and not ask me mine Oh why if Love be such a natural And pow'rful passion is it Capital Law too severe that Nature doest offend Nature too frail that dost with Law contend Why must our bleeding hearts with sorrow break Whilst modesty forbids our Sex to speak Oh dear Mirtillo pardon thy fierce Foe In words and looks but in her heart not so But if addicted to Revenge thou be What greater Vengeance canst thou take on me Then thy own grief For if thou beest my heart As in despite of Heav'n and Earth thou art Thy sighs my Vital spirits are the flood Of tears which follows is my vital blood And all these pangs and all these groans of thine Are not thy pangs are not thy groans but mine Enter Corisca and Celia Corisc. Why pangs and gro●…ns what should your peace destroy What hinders your desires or bars your Joy Come you must love Mirtillo Why so coy Amar. What do you mean You know our breach of Faith Is punisht by th' Arcadian Laws with death Corisc. And is it that dull Nymph keeps you in awe Wh●…ch is more ancient tell me Love or Law Love 's a Majestick pow'r Came in with Nature and grew up with Man And with the world its Soveraignty began Laws were but Innovations crept in since Which envying Loves Imperial Excellence Like Rebels Circumscribed an Absolute Prince Amar. Oh Heavens I scarce dare guess at what you mean But could I thy wild Counsels entertain And for th' offence the Law my Life should take Can Love of Life a Restitution make Corisc. Thou art too nice If Women all were such And on thy scruples should insist too much Good days adieu Laws are not for the Wise. If to be kind Should merit death ●…ove help the cruel mind But if Fools fall into those Snares 't is fit They be forbid to steal that have not wit To hide their Theft Amar. Hold this wild subject change You starrle me to hear you talk so strange Corisc. Why strange One minute of our Life 's not in our pow'rs And who but Fools would lose whole days or hours Celia convert her with that Song I taught you ●…elia Sings Let us use time whilst we may Snatch those joys that hast away Earth her Winter Coat may cast And renew her Bea●…ties past But our Winter come in vain We solicite Spring again And when our Furrows Snow shall cover Love may return but never Lover Amar. Thou say'st all this only to try me sure Not that thy thoughts are such but rest secure Unless the way to break this Contract be A plain safe way from guilt and scandal free Your useless Councels you propose in vain I 'de dye a thousand Deaths e're I 'de my Honour stain Corisc. But Amaryllis dost thou seriously Believe thy Sylvio rates his Faith as high As thou dost thine Amar. Alas how should I know What 's Faith to him who is to Love a Foe Corisc. Loves Foe There 's thy mistake Oh these coy souls Believe 'em not The deep stream silent rowls No Theft in Love so subtle and secure As to hide sin by seeming to be pure In short thy Sylvio Loves but 't is not thee He Loves else-where Amar. What Goddess must she be For certainly she 's not of mortal frame That could the heart of Sylvi●… inflame Where are her Altars what 's this Goddess Name Corisc. No Goddess nor yet Nymph Amar. What was 't you said Corisc. Do you know my Lisetta Amar. Who the Maid That tends thy Flocks Corisc. The same She 's all his joy Amar. A proper choyce for one that was so coy Corisc. But will you know what Magick 's in her Arms And what great pains he takes to meet her Charms He feigns to go a Hunting But i' ch' heat Of all the sport he does by stealth retreat From his Companions and comes all alone Into my Garden by a way unknown Where underneath a Haw-thorne-hedges shade The Gardens sence the poor expecting Maid Hears his hot sighs and amorous pray'rs which she Comes Laughing afterwards and tells to me Amar. 'T is well Corisc. Now hear my plot and let my Friendship prove My ' industrious Zeal to Crown your Sacred Love I think you know that the same Law which does Enjoyn the Woman to observe her Vows To her Contracted likewise does Enact That if the Woman catch him in the fact Of falsehood all her tyes and contracts cease And she' has free pow'r to Marry where she please Amar. I know Examples Egle having found Lycotas false remaind her self unbound Corisc. Now hear me out My Maid by me set on Has bid her Credulous Lover meet anon In yonder Cave with her whence he remains The most contented of all living Swains And waits but th' hour You shall surprize him there And I too as your Witness will be near Amar. Already I 've a prospect of my Bliss I like it rarely but the way Corisc. 'T is this In th'middle of the Cave o th' right hand lyes Another lesser Grot. There thou shalt hide Thy self and hidden in that place abide Till the two Lovers come I mean to send Lisetta first and after her her Friend Following aloofe my self and when I have Perceiv'd him safely Lodg'd within the Cave I will rush after him and at my cryes You shall come in and the false Swain surprize That done shall take the penalty oth'Law I and Lisetta then will straight with-draw And to the Priest and then thou shalt untye This Fatal Knot Amar. Before his Father Corisc. Why What matter 's that Think'st thou Montanoes blood Will stand in Ballance with his Countrys good Amar. Go on then setting all disputes aside I wink and follow thee my faithful Guide Corisc. Then linger not dear Nymph but enter in Amar. Before this mighty enterprize begin I 'le to the Temple and the Gods adore And by my Prayers from Heav'n success implore Exit Corisc. Go and return then quickly How I 'm pleas'd Of half my Troubles I 'm already eas'd But to go on there 's something must be done T' abuse my honest Lover Coridon I 'le say I 'le meet him in the Cave and so Will make him after Amaryllis go That done by a back-way I 'le thither send The Priest of Cynthia her to Apprehend Guilty she will be found and by our Laws she dyes The cause of all Mirtilloes Crueltyes Enter Mirtillo He 's here I 'le sound him till she comes Now rise Rise all my Love into my Tongue and Eyes Mirt. Hear ye damnd Spirits that in Hell lament Hear a new sort of pain and punishment See in a Turtles look a Tygers mind She crueller than death 'cause she did find One death could not suffice her bloody will And that to live was to be dying still Enjoyns me not to make my self away