could finde her out And fearefull signes and monstrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt As dolorous to vs as strange and rare Not seene since we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde The first beginning of our miserie Diana swet out blood the Earth did shake The sacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling And dire deadly cries Withall it breath'd out such a stinking mist As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worse And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende The whilst Mirtillo wondrous thing to tell Offer'd by his owne death to giue her life Crying vnbind those handes vnworthie striges And in her steed that should be sacrifiz'd Vnto Diana draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis Ti. O admirable deede of faythfull loue And noble hart Nu. Now heare a miracle Shee that before so fearefull was to die Chaung'd on the sodaine by Mirtilloes wordes Thus answeres with a bold vndaunted hart Think'st thou my deare then by thy death to gaine Life to her death that by thy life doth liue O miracle vniust on Ministers on on why do you stay Leade me foorthwith vnto mine end I le no such pittie I Mirtill replies Liue cruell pitteous loue My hart his spightfull pittie doth reproue To me it longes to die Nay then to me She answeres that by Law condemned am And heere anew begins a wondrous strife As though that life were death and death were life O soules well borne O couple worthy of Eternall honour neuer dying prayse O liuing and o dying glorious louers Had I so many tongues so many voyces As Heauen hath eyes or Ocean sea hath sandes All would be dumbe and hoarse in setting out Their wondrous and incomprehended prayse Eternall Childe of heauen O glorious Dame That mortall deedes enchroniclest to time Write thou this Historie and it infold In solid Diamond with wordes of gold Ti. But what end had this mortall quarrell then Nun. Mirtillo vanquisheth O rare debate Where dead on lyuing getts the victorie The Priest speakes to your Child be quiet Nimph We cannot change this doome for he must die That offers death our Law commaunds it so And after bids your Daughter should be kept Least griefes extreame should bring her desperate death Thus stood the state When Montane sent me for thee Ti. In sooth t is true sweete scented Flowers shall cease To dwell on Riuers bankes and Woodes in Spring Shall be without their Leaues before a Mayde Adorn'd with youth shall set sweete Loue at naught But if we stay still heere how shall we know When it is time vnto the Church to go Nun. Heere best of all for in this place alas Shall the good Shepheard sacrifized be Ti. And why not in the Church Nu. Because there where The fault is done the punishment must be Ti. And why not in the Caue there was the fault Nun. Because to open skyes it mus be hallow'd Ti. And how knowst thou all these misteriall rites Nun. From the High-priest who from Tireno had them For true Amintas and vntrue Lucrine Were sacrifized so But now t is time to goe See where the sacred Pempe softly descendes T were well done of vs by this other way To go vnto the Temple to thy daughter Finis Sce. 2. Act. 5. ACTVS 5 SCE. 3. Chorus of Shepheards Chorus of Priestes Montanus Mirtillo Chorus of Shep. OH daughter of great Joue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Cho. Pri. Thou that with thy well temper'd vitall ray Thy brothers wondrous heate doth well allay Which mak'st sweete Nature happely bring foorth Rich firtile birthes of Hearbes of Beastes of Men As thou his heate dost quench so calme thine ire That sets Arcadiaes wretched hartes on fire Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Yea sacred Priestes the Aulters ready make Shepheardes deuout reiterate your soundes And call vpon the name of our great Goddesse Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Now Shepheards stand aside nor you my seruants Come not neare except I call for you Valiant young man that to giue life els where Abandonest thine owne die comforted thus farre T' is but a speedie sigh which you must passe For so seemes death to noble minded sprightes That once perform'd this enuious age With thousandes of her yeeres shall not deface The memorie of such a gentle deed But thou shalt liue the example of true fayth But for the Law commaundes thee sacrifiz'd To dye without a word Before thou kneelst If thou hast ought to say say it and hold thy peace For euer after that Mir. Father let it be lawfull that I call thee so For though thou gau'st not yet thou tak'st my life My bodie to the ground I do bequeath my soule To her that is my life But if she die As she hath threatned to do aye mee What part of me shall then remaine aliue Oh death were sweete if but my mortall parts Might die and that my soule did not desire the same But if his pittie ought deserues that dyes For soueraigne pittie then courteous father Prouide she do not die and with that hope More comforted I le pay my destenies Though with my death you me from her disioyne Yet make her liue that she may me retaine Mon. Scarse I containe from teares ô frayle mankind Be of good cheare my sonne I promise thy desire I sweare it by this head this hand take thou for pledge Mir. Then comforted I die all comforted To thee my Amarillis do I come Soule of the faythfull Shepheard as thine owne Do thou receiue for in thy loued name My wordes and life I will determine straight So now to death I kneele and hold my peace Mon. On sacred Ministers kindle the flame With Frankensence and Mirrhe and Incense throw thereon That the thicke vapoure may on high ascend Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. ACT. 5. SCE. 4. Carino Montanio Nicander Mirtillo Chorus of Shepheards Car. WHat Countrymen are here so brauely furnished Almost all in a Liuerie Oh what a show Is heere how rich how full of pome it is Trust mee I thinke it is some Sacrifize Mon. Reach mee Nicander the golden Bason That containes the iuice of Bacchus fruite Ni. Behold t' is ready here Mon. So may this faultles blood Thy brest Oh sacred Goddesse mollifie As do these falling droppes of Wine extinguish This blasing flame So take the Bason there Giue me the siluer Ewer now Ni. Behold the Ewer M. So may thine anger cease with that same faithles Nimph Prouok't as doth this fire this falling streame extinguish Car. This is some Sacrifize but where 's the holocaust Mon. Now all is fit there wantes nought but the end Giue me the Axe Ca. If I be not deceiu'd I see a thing that by his backe seemeth a man He kneeles he is perhappes the holocaust
counsell soone to cease desiring When we cannot attaine to our aspiring Mi. Oh were this true could I but this beleeue Thrise happie paine Thrise fortunate distresse But tell me sweet Ergusto tell me true Which is the shepheard whom the starres so friend Ergust Knowst thou not Siluio Montane's onely sonne Dianaes priest that rich and famous shepheard That gallant youth He is the very same Mi. Most happie youth that hast in tender yeares Found fate so ripe I do not enuy thee But plaine my selfe Erg. Nor need you enuy him That pittie more then enuy doth deserue Mi. Pittie and why Erg. Because he loues her not Mi. And liues he hath a hart and is not blinde Or hath she on my wretched hart spent all her flames And her faire eyes blowne all their loues on mee Why should they giue a lemme so precious To one that neither knowes it nor regards it Erg. For that the heauens the health of Arcady Do promise at these nuptialls Know you not How we do stil appease our goddesse wrath Each yeare with guiltlesse blood of some poore Nymphe A mortall and a miserable tribute Mi. T' is newes to mee that am a new inhabitant As 't pleaseth loue and my poore desteny That did before inhabit sauadge woods But what I pray you was that greeuous fault That kindled rage in a celestiall brest Erg. I will report the dolefull tragedy From the beginning of our misery That able are pittie and plaints to drawe From these hard rocks much more from humane brests In that same golden age when holy priesthood and The temples charge was not prohibited To youth A noble swaine Amintas call'd Priest at that time loued Lucrina bright A beauteous Nymphe exceeding faire but therewithall Exceeding false and light Long time she loued him Orat the least she seemed so with fained face Nursing his pure affections with false hopes Whilst she no other suters had But see Th' vnconstant wretch no sooner was she wooed By a rude shepheard but at first assault At his first sighe she yeelded vp her loue Before Amintas dream't of Iealousie At last Amintas was forlorne despide So that the wicked woman would nor see nor heare Him speake now if the wretch did sigh Be thou the iudge that knowst his paine by proofe Mi. Aye me this griefe all other griefs exceeds Er. After he had his heart recouered From his complaints he to his goddesse turnes And praying saves Great Cinthia if I haue At any time kindled with guiltlesse hands The holy flames reuenge thou then for me This broken faith of my vnconstant Nimphe Diana heares the praiers of her priest And straight out-breathing rage she takes her bowe And shootes shafts of mennitable death Into the bowels of Arcadia People of euery sexe of euery age Soone perished no succour could be found T' was bootlesse art to search for remedies For often on the patient the phisitian died One onely remedie did rest which was Strait to the nearest Oracle they went From whom they had an answere verie cleare But aboue measure deadly horrible Which was our Cinthia was displeasd and to Appease herire either Lucrina or some else for her Must by Amintas hands be sacrifiz'd Who when she had long time in vaine complain'd And lookt for helpe from her new friend in vaine Was to the sacred Altars led with solemne pompe A wofull sacrifice Where at those seete Which had pursued her long time in vaine At her betrayed Louers feete she bends Her rtembling knees attending cruell death Amintas stretcheth out the holy sword Seeming to breath from his inflamed lippes Rage and reuenge turning to her his face Speakes with a sigh the messenger of death Lucrina for thy further paines behold What Louer thou hast left and what pursude Iudge by this blow And with that very word Striketh the blade into his wofull brest Falling a sacrifice vpon the sacrifice At such a straunge and cruell spectacle The Nymphe amazed stand twixt life and death Scarce yet assur'd whether she wounded were With griefe or with the sword At last assoone As she recouered had her spright and speech She plaining saies O faithfull valiant loue O too late knowne that by thy death hast giu'n Me life and death at once If t' were a fault To leaue thee so behold I 'le mend it now Eternally vniting both our soules And therewithall she takes the sword all warme With the blood of her too late loued friend And strikes it through her hart falling vpon Amintas that was scarcely dead as yet And felt perchance that fall Such was their ende To such a wretched end did too much loue And too much trechery conduct them both Mi. O wretched Shepheard and yet fortunate That hadst so large and famous scope to showe Thy troth and waken liuely pittie of thy death Within anothers brest But what did follow Was Cinthia pleasd found they a remedie Er. Somewhat it slak't but yet not quite put out For after that a yeare was finished Her rage began a fresh so that of force They driuen were vnto the Oracle To aske new counsell but brought back againe An answere much more wofull then the first Which was to sacrifice them and each after yeare A maid or woman to our angry power Eu'n till the third and past the fourth degree So should ones blood for many satisfie Besides she did vpon th' vnhappie sexe Impose a wretched and a cruell lawe And if you marke their nature in obseruable A law recorded with vermilian blood What euer maid or woman broken had Their faith in loue and were contaminate If they should find none that would die for them They were condemn'd without remission To these our greeuous great calamities The fathers hop'd to finde a happie ende By this desired marriage day For afterward Hauing demaunded of the Oracle What end the heauens prescribed had our ill Answere was giu'n in such like words as these No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auncient fault of that false wight A faithfull Shepheards pittie make amends Now is there not in all Arcadia Other bowes left of that celestiall roote Saue Amarillis and this Siluio Th' one of Pans seed th' other of Hercules Nor to our mischiefe yet hath neuer hapt That male and female met at any time Till now Therefore good reason Montane hath To hope though all things sort not to the Oracle Yet here 's a good foundation laid the rest High fates haue in their bosomes bred And will bring forth at this great marriage day Mi. O poore Mirtillo wretched man So many cruell enemies such warres To worke my death cannot great Loue suffice But that the Fates their armes will exercise Er. This cruell loue Mirtillo feeds himselfe With teares and griefe but 's neuer satisfide I promise thee to set my wits a worke That the faire Nymphe shall heare thee speake Le ts goe These burning sighes do
is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
We ought to vse whilst it we haue Time flies Away and yeares come on our youth once lost We like cut flowres neuer grow fresh againe And to our hoary haires loue well may runne But Louers will our wrinkled skinnes still shunne Ama. Thou speakest this Corisca me to trie Not as thou think'st I am sure But be assur'd Except thou show'st some meanes how I may shun This marriage bonds my thought 's irreuocable And I resolued am rather to die Then any way to spot my chastitie Co. I haue not seene so obstinate a foole But since you are resolu'd I am agreed But tell me do you thinke your Siluio is As true a friend to faith as you to chastitie Ama. Thou mak'st me smile Siluio a friend to faith How can that be hee 's enemy to loue Co. Siluio an enemy to loue O foole These that are nice put thou no trust in them Loues theft is neuer so securely done As hidden vnder vaile of honestie Thy Siluio loues good Sister but not thee Ama. What goddesse is she for she cannot bee A mortall wight that lighted hath his loue Co. Nor goddesse nor a Nimph. Ama. What do you tell Co. Know you Lisetta Ama. She that your cattell keeps Co. Eu'n she Ama. Can it be true Co. That same 's his hart Ama. Sure hee 's prouided of a daintie Loue. Co. Each day he faines that he on hunting goes Ama. I eu'ry morning heare his cursed horne Co. About noone-time when others busie are He his companions shuns and comes alone By a backe way vnto my garden there Where a shadow hedge doth close it in There doth she heare his burning sighes his vowes And then she tells me all and laughes at him Now heare what I thinke good to doo Nay I Haue don 't for you alreadie You know the law That tyes vs to our faith doth giue vs leaue Finding our spowses in the act of perfidie Spite of our friends the marriage to denie And to prouide vs of an other if we list Ama. That know I well I haue examples two Leucipp to Ligurine Armilla to Turingo Their faith once broke they tooke their owne again Co. Now heare Lisetta by my appointment hath Promist to meet th'vnwary Louer here In thiâ—same Caue and now he is the best Contented youth that liues attending but the houre There would I haue you take him I le be there To beare you witnesse oft't for else we worke In vaine so are you free from this same noisome knot Both with your honour and your fathers too Ama. Oh braue inuentioÌ„ good Corisca what 's to do Co. Obserue my words In midst of this same caue Vpon the right hand is a hollow stone I know not if by Art or nature made A litle Caue all linde with Iuy leaues To which a litle hole aloft giues light A fit and thankfull receptacle for loues theft Preuent their comming and attend them there I le haste Lisetta forward and as soone As I perceiue your Siluio enter so will I Step you to her and as the custome is Wee le carry both vnto the Priest and there dissolue This marriage knot Ama. What to his father Co. What matter 's that Think you Montanus dare His priuate to a publike good compare Ama. Then closing vp mine eyes I let my selfe Be ledde by thee my deare my faithfull guide Co. But do not stay now enter me betime Ama. I 'le to the Tâ—mple first and to the Gods My prayers make without whose aide no happy end Can euer sort to mortall enterprise Co. All places Amarillis temples are To hearts deuout you 'le slacke your time too much Ama. Time's neuer lost in praying vnto them That do commaund the time Co. Go then dispatch Now if I erre not am I at good passe Onely this staying troubles me yet may it helpe I must goe make new snares to traine in Coridon I le make him thinke that I will meet him there And after Amarillis send him soone Then by a secret way I le bring Dianaes Priests Her shall they finde and guiltie doome to death My riuall gone Mirtillo sure is mine See where he comes Whilst Amarillis stayes Ile somewhat trie him Loue now once inspire My tongue with words my face with heau'nly fire Sce. 6. Mirtillo Corisca HEre weeping sprights of hell new torments heare New sorts of paine a cruell mind behold Included in a looke most mercifull My loue more fierce then the infernall pit Because my death cannot suffice to glut Her greedie will and that my life is but A multitude of deathes commaund me liue That to them all my life might liuing giue Co. I le make as though I heard him not I heare A lamentable voyce plaine hereabouts I wonder who it is oh my Mirtillo Mir. So would I were a naked shade or dust Co. How feele you now your selfe after your long Discourse with your so dearely loued Nymph Mir. Like a weake sick man that hath long desir'd Forbidden drinke at last gets it vnto his mouth And drinks his death ending at once both life thirst So I long sicke burn't and consumed in This amorous drought froÌ„ two faire fountains that Ice do distill from out a rockie braine Of an indurate heart Haue drunke the poyson that my life will kill Sooner then halfe of my desire fulfill Co. So much more mightie waxeth loue as from Our hearts the force is he receiues deare Mirtillo For as the Beare is wont with licking to giue shape To her mishapen brood that else were helplesse borne Eu'n so a Louer to his bare desire That in the birth was shapelesse weake and fraile Giuing but forme and strength begetteth loue Which whilst t' is young and tender then t' is sweet But waxing to more yeares more cruell growes That in the end Mirtillo an mueterate affect Is euer full of anguish and defect For whilst the mind on one thought onely beates It waxeth thicke by being too much fixt So loue that should be pleasure and delight Is turn'd to malancholy and what worser is It proues at last or death or madnesse at the least Wherefore wise is that heart that often changeth loue Mir. Ere I change will or thought chang'd must my life Be into death for though the beautious Amarillis Be most cruell yet is she all my life Nor can this bodies bulke at once containe More then one heart more then one soule retaine Co. O wretched shepheard ill thou knowst to vse Loue in his kind loue one that hates thee one That flies from thee fie man I had rather die Mir. As gold in fire so saith in griefe 's refinde Nor can Corisca amâ—rous constancie Shewe his great power but thorough crueltie This onely rests amongst my many griefes My sole content doth my heart burne or die Or languish ne're so much light are the paines Plaints torments sighes exile and death it selfe For such a cause for such a sweet respect That life before my faith
shall broken bee So worse then death I hold inconstancie Co. O braue exploit Louer magnanimous Like an enraged beast or sencelesse rocke There cannot be a greater damned plague More mortall poyson to a soule in loue Then is this faith Vnhappie is that heart That let it selfe be guld with vaine fantasâ—nes Of this erronious and vnseasonable Disturber of these amorous delights Tell me poore man with this thy foolish vertue of constancie What lou'st thou in her that doth thee despise Lou'st thou the beautie that is none of thine The ioy thou hast not the pittie thou wantst The reward thou dost not hope for if thou deem'st right Thou lou'st thine ill thy grief thy very death Th' art mad to hunt thus that thou canst not haue Lift vp thy selfe Mirtillo happily thou wantst â—ome choise of friends thou finds none to thy mind Mir. More deare to me is paine for Amarillis Then any ioy a thousand else can giue If me my fates forbid her to enioy For me then die all other kinds of ioy I fortunate in any other kinde of loue No though I would I could not Nor though I could I would not And if I thought in any time henceforth My will would wish or power obtaine the same I would desire of heau'n and loue at once Both will and power might quite be ta'ne away Co. Wilt thou then die for her that thee disdaines Mir. Who pitie not expects doth feare no paines Co. Do not deceiue thy selfe perhaps thou think'st Shee doth dissemble in this deepe despight And that she loues thee well for all this showe Oh that thou knewst what vnto me shee euer sayes Mir. All these are trophees of my truest faith With which I will triumph ouer her cruell will Ouer my paines and my distressed chance Ouer worlds fortune and ouer death it selfe Co. What would he do did he but know her loue How I bewaile thee wretched phrensie man Tell me didst thou e're any loue besides Mir. She was my first and she my last shall be Co. For ought that I can see you neuer try'd Loue but in cruell moodes but in disdaine Oh if you had but prou'd him one time kind Proue him but so you shal see how sweet a thing It is t' enioy a gratefull Nymph sheel 'e you adore Shee 'le make your Amarillis bitter to your taste How deare a thing it is wholy to haue What you desire and be nought bard thereof Here your Nymph sigh to coole your scalding sighs And after say my deere all that you see is yours If I be faire I am onely faire for you Onely for you I cherish these my cheekes My lockes my brest your deare hearts onely lodge But this alasâ—e is but a brooke to that Great Sea of sweets which we in loue might taste Which none can vtter saue by proofe Mir. Thousand times blest that vnder such a star is borne Co. Here me Mirtillo how like I was t' haue said My heart a Nymph as gentle as the winde Doth blow vpon with haire of glistering gold As worthy of your loue as you of hers Praise of these woods loue of a thousand hearts By worthy youthes in vaine sollicited You onely loues more then her heart her life If you be wise do not dispise her then She like a shadow to thy selfe will be A faithfull follower of thy footsteps euer One at thy word obedient at thy becke All houres of day and night at thy commaund Do not forsake this rare aduenture then No pleasure in this earth so sweet as this It will not cost a teare no not a sigh A ioy accommodated to thy will A sweetnesse temp'red sweetly to thy taste Is 't not a treasure worth the hauing man Leaue then the feet of flying hopelesse trace And her that followes thee scorne not t' embrace I feed you not with hopes of vanitie If you desire to see her you shall see her straight Mir. My hart 's no subiect for these loues delights Co. Proue it but once and then returne againe Vnto thy sollitary griefe so may'st thou see What are those ioyes that in loues pleasures bee Mir. A taste corrupted pleasant things abhors Co. Be not you cruel yet to rob her life That on your eye depends you know what t' is To beg with pouertie if you desire Pitie your selfe do it not her denie Mir. What pitie can he giue that none can get In summe I am resolu'd whilst here I liue To keepe my faith to her how ere she proue Cruell or pitifull or how she will Co. Oh truly blind vnhappie sencelesse man To whom preseru'st thou faith trust me I am loth T' augment thy griefe but for the loue I beare thee I cannot choose Thinkst Amarillis is vnkind For zeale she to religion beares Or vnto chastitie Thou art a foole The roome is occupied and thou must weepe Whilst others laugh What now th' art dumbe Mir. Now stands my life in midst twixt life and death Whilst I in doubt do stand if to beleeue Or not beleeue this makes me so amaz'd Co. You 'le not beleeue me then Mir. Oh if I do Straight shall you see my miserable end Co. Liue wretched man liue and reuenged bee Mir. Oh no it is not true it cannot bee Co. Well there 's no remedie I must rehearse That which will vexe thy heart Seest thou that caue That is the true custodian of her faith And her religion There thee to scorne she laughes There with thy torments doth she sauce the ioyes Of thy thrise happie riuall There to be plaine Thy faithfull Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the armes of a base shepheard slaue Go sigh preserue thy faith there 's thy reward Mir. Dost thou tell true Corisca may I beleeue thee Co. The more thou seek'st the worse thou findest still Mir. But hast thou seene this thing Corisca Co. I haue not seen 't yet may'st thou if thou wilt For euen this day is order ta'ne this houre That they may meete Hide thee but somewhere here And thou shalt see her first go in then he Mir. Then comes my death Co. See where she comes Softly descending by the Temples way Seest thou her Do not her stealing feete bewray her stealing heart Attend thou here and thou shalt see th' effect Mir. Since I am here the truth I now will see Till then my life and death suspended bee Sce. 7. Amarillis LEt neuer mortall enterprise be ta'ne in hand Without this heauenly counsell halfe confusde And doubtfull was my heart when I went hence Vnto the Temple whence thankes be to heauen I do well comforted and well dispos'd returne Me thought to my pure prayers and deuout I felt a spright celestiall mooue within me Hartning my thoughts that as it were did say What fear'st thou Amarillis be assurd So will I goe assur'd heau'ns be my guide Fauour faire Mother of loue her pure desseignes That on thy succour onely doth depend Queene of the triple skie if
skotfree scape For hauing so offended our high Priest Yet would I could haue comforted the wretch Cho. Why could you not Er. Because the Law forbids Vs vnder Ministers to speake with gultie folkes For this I came about and left the rest Prouoking heauens with teares and prayers deuout To turne away this dreadfull storme from vs And so pray yee and therewithall farewell Cho. So shall we do had we but once performd Our duetie vnto Siluio eternall Gods In pittie not in furie shew your selues supreame SCE. 4. Corisea NOw crowne my temples with triumphant Bayes Victorious ten ples this day happely I combated haue in the field of Loue And vanquished this day both heauen and earth Nature and Art Fortune and Destenie Both friendes and enemies haue fought for mee The wicked Satyre whom I hated so Hath helpt me much for it was better that Mirtillo should then Coridon be ta'ne To make her fault more likely and more ill VVhat though Mirtillo taken be hee 'le soone be free To her alone the punishment is due O solemne victorie On famous triumph Dresse me a Trophee amorous deceites You in this toung in this same precious brest Are aboue Nature most omnipotent VVhy stay I now t' is time for me to go Vntill the Law haue iudg'd my riuall dead Perhaps the Priest may draw the troth from mee Fly then Corisea daunger t' is to ly For them that haue no feete wherewith to fly I 'le hide me in these woodes vntill I may Returne t' enioy my ioyes happy Corisea VVho euer saw a brauer enterprise SCE. 5. Nicander Amarillis HEe had a hart most hard or rather had No hart at all nor any humane sence That did not pittie thee poore wretched Nimph And felt no sorrow for thy miserie Onely to see a Damsell captiuate Of heauenly countenance and so sweete a face VVorthy the world should to thee consecrate Temples and Sacrifices led to the Temple For a Sacrifice surely t' were a thing That with dry eyes I thinke none could behold But who knowes how and wherefore thou wert borne Titirus daughter Montan'es daughter in law That should haue been and that these two are they VVhich do vphold Arcadia and that thy selfe A daintie Nimph so faire of forme The naturall confines of this thy life Approachest now so neare the boundes of death Hee that knowes this and doth not plaine the same He is no man but beast in humane shape Am. If that my fault did cause my wretchednesse Or that my thoughtes were wicked as thou thinkst My deed lesse greeuous would my death be then For it were iust my blood should wash the spots Of my defiled soule heauens rage appease And humane iustice iustly satisfie Then could I quiet my afflicted sprights And with a iust remorse of well-deserued death My senses mortifie and come to death And with a quiet blow passe foorth perhaps Vnto a life of more tranquilitie But too too much Nicander too much grieu'd I am in so young yeeres Fortune so hie An Innocent I should be doom'd to die Nic. Ah pleasd it heauens we had gainst thee offended Not thou offended gainst the heauenly powers For we alas with greater case might haue Restor'd thee to thy violated name Then thou appeasd their violated powers But I see not who thee offended hath Sauing thy selfe Tell me wert thou not found In a close place with the Adulterer alone With him alone Wer 't thou not promised Vnto Montanus sonne Hast thou not broke thy fayth How art thou innocent Am. I haue not broke The Law and I am innocent Ni. Thou hast not broke The law of Nature happely Loue if thou likest But humane law and heauens thou hast transgrest Loue lawfully Am. Both heauens men haue er'd to me If it be true that thence our haps do come For is it reason in my destenie I beare the paine that 's due to other's faultes Ni. Peace Nimph came vp thy toung in wilfull rage Let loose do not condemne the Starres for wee Our selues procure vs all our miserie Am. I none accuse in heau'n but my ill fates And worse then them is shee that mee deceiu'd Ni. Then blame thy selfe that hast deceiu'd thy selfe Am. I was deceiu'd but by an others fraude Ni. T' is no deceite to whom deceite is deare Am. Then you I see condemne me for vnchast Ni. I say not so aske but your deedes they'â—e tell Am. Deedes often are false tokens of the hart Ni. The deedes we see we cannot see the hart Am. See what you will I 'am sure my hart is cleare Ni. VVhat led you then into the Caue alone Am. Simplicitie and my too much beliefe Ni. Trust you your Chastitie vnto your Loue Am. I trusted my false friend and not my Loue. Ni. VVhat friend was that your amorous desire Am. Orminoes sister who hath me betrayde Ni Sweete trecherie to fall into your loue Am. I knew not of Mirtilloes comming I. Ni. VVhy did you enter then and to what end Am. Let it suffize not for Mirtilloes sake Ni. You are condemn'd except y'haue better proofe Am. Let her be asked of my innocencie Ni. VVhat shee that was the occasion of your fault Am. Shee that betray'd mee will you not her beleeue Ni. VVhat fayth hath she that was so faythlesse then Am. I by our Goddesse Cinthiaes name will sweare Ni. Thy deedes haue mard the credite of thine oath Nimph to be plaine these are but dreames and waues Of muddy water cannot wash cleane nor guilty hartes Speake troth thou should'st haue kept thy chastitie As dearely as the apple of thine eye Am. And must I then thus good Nicander die Shall none me heare nor none my cause defend Thus left of all depriu'd of euery hope Onely accompanied with an extreame Vnhappy Funerall 〈◊〉 that not helpes mee Ni. Nimph be content and since thou wert so fond In 〈◊〉 be more 〈…〉 punishment 〈…〉 eyes to heau'n thence 〈◊〉 thou come And thence doth come all 〈…〉 that hapâ— As from a Fountaine doth a 〈…〉 And though to vs it ill do seeme as eu'ry good 〈…〉 with some ill yet there t' is 〈◊〉 Great 〈◊〉 doth know to whom all thoughtes are knowne So doth our Goddesse whom we worshyp heere How much I grieue for thee and if I haue 〈◊〉 with my wordes thy soule like a Phisicion I Haue done who searcheth first the wound VVhere it suspected is be quiet then Good Nimph and do not contradict that which Is writ in heau'n aboue of thee Am. O cruell sentence whether writ in heau'n Or earth In heau'n it is not writ For there mine innocencie is knowne but what Auailes it since I needes must die Ah too too hard And too too bitter cupp Ah good Nicander For pittie sake make not such haste with mee Vnto the Temple stay Oh stay a little while Ni. O Nimph to whom death is so greeuous now Each moment seemes a death it is thine ill to stay Death hath not so
much harme as feare thereof Thou sooner dead thy paine is sooner past Am. Some helpe may come deare father father now Dost thou leaue me now leaue thine onely child VVilt thou not helpe me yet before I die Do not deny me yet thy latest kisse One blade shall wound both brestes and out of mine Thy blood must streame Oh father Oh sweete name Sometime so deare which I ne're calld in vaine Make you your onely daughters marriage thus A morninges Briâ—e an euening Srcâ—â—fize Ni. Nimph. Do not thus torment thy selfe and me T' is time I lead you to the Temple now My duetie t' is I may not slacke it so Am. Deare Woods farewell my dearest Woods farewell Receiue my latest sighes vntill my soule By cruell wound from this my body free Returne to seeke your loued shadowes out For Innocentes can not be doom'd to hell Nor mongst the blessed can despayrers dwell O Mirtillo wretched was that day That first I saw thee and thy sight did please Since I my 〈◊〉 must leaue more neare to thee Then thine which prooues the occasion 〈◊〉 my death VVilt thou beleeue that she is doom'd to death For thee that cruell euer was to thee To keepe me innocent For mee too bold For thee too little dating 〈◊〉 my will â—ow euer t' was I faultles die fruitles and without thee My deare I die my deare Mirt. Ni. Surely shee Is dead and in Mirtilloes loued 〈◊〉 her life Hath finished her loue and griefe the blade Preuented hath come helpe to hold her vp Shee lyueth yet I feele her hart doth throb Carry her to the Fountaine here hard by Fresh water may restore her stonied sprights But were it not a deed of pittie now To let her die of griefe and shun the blade No let vs rather succour now her life Wee do not know what heau'ns will do with her SCE. 6. Chorus of Huntsmen Chor. of Shepheardes with Siluio Chor. Hunt O Glorious child of great Alciâ—es race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child who 〈◊〉 Boore Hast ouerthrowne vnconquerable thought Behold his head that seemes to breath out death This is the 〈◊〉 of our Demi-God Helpe Shepheardes helpe to celebrate his name And with solemnitie his deedes to grace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That Monsters kilst and Wild-bestes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child by whom the fertile plaines Depriu'd of till age haue their good regainâ— Now may the Plough-man goe securelie and Sow both his Seede and reape his Haruest in These ougly teeth can now no more them chace Cho. Hu. O glorious child of great Alcides race That monsters 〈◊〉 and wild Beastes dost deface Cho. Sh. O glorious child how thou dost couple still Pittie with fortitude 〈◊〉 behold Thy humble Siluiâ—â— vow behold this head That here and here in thy despight is armd With white and crooked tuskes enuying thy hornes Thou puissant Goddesse since thou didst direct His shaft the price of his great victorie Is due to thee hee famous by thy grace Cho. Hun O glorious child of great Alcides race That monster kilst and wild Beastes dost deface SCE. 7. Coridon VNtill this time I nener durst beleeue That which the Satyre of Corisea said Imagining his tale had been but fordg'd Maliciously to worke me iniurie Far from the tâ—oth it seemd to mee that place VVhere she appoynted I with her should meete If that be true which was on her behalfe Deliuered me by young Lisetta late Should be the place to take th'Adultâ— ouâ— in But see a signe that may confirme the same Eu'n as he told mee so it is in deed Oh what a Stone is this which shuts vp thus The huge mouth of this Caue Oh Corisea All in good time I haue found out your guiles Which after so long vse at last returne VVith damage to your selfe So manie lies So many trecheries must needes presage Some mortall disaduenture at the least To him that was not madd or blinde with loue T' was good for meeâ— stayde away so long Great fortune that my father me detain'd So with a tedious stay as then me thought Had I kept time but as Lisetta bad Surely some strange aduenture had I had What shall I doe shall I attir'd with spleene Sâ—eke with outragious furie for reuenge Fâ—â—no I honour her too much so bee The case with reason waighd it rather would Haue pittie and compassion then reuenge And shall I pittie her that me betrayes Shee rather doth betray her selfe that thus Abandons mee whose fayth to her was pure And giue her selfe in pray To a poore Shepheard straunger vagaband That shall to morrow be more perfidous then shee Should I according to the Satyres counsell her accuse Of the fayth broken which to mee shee swore Then must shee die My hart 's not halfe so base Let her then liue for mee or to say better Let her die vnto mee and liue vnto others Liue to her shame liue to her infamie Since she is such she neuer can in me Kindle one sparke of fearefull iealowsie SCE. 8. Siluio O Goddesse that no Goddesse art but of An idle people blinde and vaine who with Impurest mindes and fond Religion Hallowes the Aulters and great Temples too VVhat sayd I Temples wicked Theaters Oâ— beastly deedes to colour their dishonest actes With titles of thy famous Deitie Because thy shames in others shames made lesse Let lose the raines of their lasciuiousnesse Thou foe to Reason plotter of mildeedes Corrupter to our soules calamitie To the whole worlde thou daughter of the Sea And of that treacherous monster rightly borne That with the breath of hope dost first intice These humane brestes but afterward dost mooue A thousand stormes of sighes of teares of plaintes Thou mayst be better calld Mother of tempestes and Oâ— rage then Mother of Loue. To what a miserie hast thou throwne downe Those wretched Louers now mayst thou vaunt thy selfe To be omnipotent if thou canst saue That poore Nimphs life whom with thy snares thou hast Conducted to this miserable death O happy day I hallowd my chast minde To thee my onely Goddesse Cinthia Such power on earth to soules of better sort As thou art light in heau'n aboue the Starres Much better are those studious practises Then those which Venus vnchast seruantes vse Thy seruantes kill both Beares and ougly Boores Her seruantes are of Beares and Boores still slaine Oh Bowe and matchles Shaftes my power and my delight Vaine fantastiue Loue come prooue thyne armes â—sseminate with mine but fie too much I honour thee poore weake and wreckling child And for thou shalt me heare I 'le speake aloud A rod to chastise thee will be inough ynough VVhat art thou Lâ—â—ho that so soundes againe Or rather Loue that answerest loudly so y so I could haue wisht no better match but tell Me then Art thou by heauen hee eauen hee The sonne of her that for Aaenis did So miserably burne
in whom nought good it Goddesse A Goddesse no the Concubine of Mars In whom 〈◊〉 doth wholly lye â—holly a lye O fine thy tongue doth 〈…〉 Wilt thou come foorth thou doâ—â— but darkly dare y dare I helde thee for a coward 〈◊〉 art thou a 〈…〉 Dost thou that title brauely skorne y skorne O God then art thou Vulâ—aâ—es sonne by that Lame Smith begot God A God of what of Winds madd with base â—â—earth earth God of the earth makes thou thy foes to rue t'â—ue VVith what dost thou still punish those that striue And obstinately do contende with Loue with Loue. Nay soft when shall crook't Loue tell me good foole Enter my brest I warrent t' is too straight straight What shall I fall in loue so sodainely sodainely What is her name that I must then adore Dore. Dorindâ— foole thou canst not speake out yet But dost not thou meane herâ— ee'n her Dorinda whom I hate but who shall force my willâ— I will What weapons wilt thou vse perhaps thy Bow thy Bow My Bow not till it be by thy leawd folly broken broken My broken armes incounter me and who Shall breake them thou thou Fie fie thou art drunke goe sleepe goe sleepe but stay These maruailes must be done but wheare heare O foole and I am gone how thou art loden with Wit-robbing Grapes that grew vpon the Vine Diuine But soft I see or els mee thinkes I see Something that 's like a Woolfe in yonder Groue T' is sure a Woolfe How monstrous great it is This day for me is destenied to prayse Good Goddesse with great fauours dost thou shew To triumph in one day ouer two Beastes In thy great name I loose this shaft the swiftest and The sharpest which my Qâ—iueâ— holdes Great Archeresse direct thou my right hand And here I vow to sacrifize the spoyles Vnto thy name O daintie blow blow falne Eu'n where my hand and eye it destenyed Ah that I had my Dart it to dispatch Before it get into the Woodes away But heere be Stones what need I any else Heere 's scarcely one I need none now heere is Another Shaft will pierce it to the quicke What 's this I see vnhappie Siluio I'haue shot a Shepheard in a Woluish shape O bitter chaunce O euer miserable 〈…〉 thinkes I know the wretch ti 's Linco that Doth hold him vp Oh deadly shaft Oh most Vnhappie Vow I guiltie of anothers blood I thus the causer of anothers death I that haue been so liberall of my life So large a spender of my blood for others health So cast away thy weapons and go liue All glorilesse But see where he doth come A great deale lesse vnhappy then thy selfe SCE. 9. Linco Siluio Dorinda LEane thou thy selfe my Daughter on this arme Vnfortunate Dorinda Sil. O mee Dorinda I am dead Dor. O Linco Lâ—nco Oh my second father Sil. It is Dorinda sure Ah voyce ah sight Dor. Dorinda to sustaine Linco hath been A fatall office vnto thee thou hardst The first cryes that I euer gaue on earth And thou shalt heare the latest of my death And these thine Armes that were my Cradle once Shall be my Coffin now Lin. O child more deare Then if thou wer 't mine owne I cannot speake Griefe hath my wordes dissolued into teares Sil. On earth hold ope thy iawes and swallow mee Do. Oh stay both pace and plaint good Linco for The one my griefe my wound the other doth increase Sil. Oh what a hard reward most wretched Nimph Had thou receiued for thy wondrous loue Lin. Be of good cheere thy wound not mortall is Dor. I but Dorinda mortall wil be quickly dead But dost thou know who t' is hath wounded me Lin. Let vs care for the sore not for the essence For neuer did Reuenge yet heale a wound Sil. Why stay I still Shall I stay whilst they see me Haue I so bold a face Fly Siluio fly The punishment of that reuengefull sight Fly the just edge of her sharpe cutting voice I cannot fly fatall necessitie doth hold Me heere an I makes me seeke whom most I ought to shunne Dor. Why Linco must I die Not knowing who hath giuen me my death Lin. It Siluio is Dor. Pâ—â—â—so Lin. I know his shaft Dor. On happie issue of my liues last end If I be shune by such a louely friend Lin. See where he is with countenance him accusing Now heauens be praysd y' are at good passe VVith this your bowe and shaftes omnipotent Hast thou not like a cunning Wood-man shot Tell mee thou that of Silâ—â—â— liust was it not I That shot this daintie shoote Oh Boy too wise Hadst thou beleeu'd this foolish aged man Had it not better been Answere me wretch What can thy life be worth if thee do die I know thou 'st say thou thoughtst t' haue shot a Woolfe As though it were no fault to shoote Not knowing carelesse wandring chi'd if t' were A man or beast thou shotst at what Heardsman or What Plougsman dost thou see attyr'd in other cloathes Ah Siluio Siluio who euer soweth wiâ—t so greene Doth euer reape ripe fruite of ignorance Thinke you vaine Boy this chaunce by chaunce did come Neuer without the powers deuine did such like happen Heauen is enrag'd at your supportlesse spight To loue and deepe despising so humane affectes Gods will not haue companions on the earth They are not pleasd with this austeritie Now thou art dumbe thou wert not wont t' indure Do. Siluio let Linco speake he doth not know What sou'raignâ—tie thou o're Dorinda hast In life and death by the great power of Loue. If thou hast shot me thou hast shot thine owne Thou hitst the marke that 's proper to thy shaft These handes that wounded me haue follow'd right The ayme of thy faire eyes Siluio behold her whom Thou hatest so behold her as thou wouldst Thou wouldst me wounded haue wounded I am Thou wish't me dead I ready am for death What wouldst thou more What can I giue thee more Ah cruell Boy thou neuer wouldst beleeue The wound by thee Loue made canst thou deny That which thy hand hath done thou neuer sawst The blood mine eyes did shed seest thou this then That gusheth from my side but if with pittie now All gentlenesse and valoure be not spent Do not denie me cruell soule I pray At my last gaspe one poore and onely sigh Death should be blest if thou but thus wouldst say Goe rest in peace poore soule I humbly pray Sil. Ah my Dorinda shall I call thee mine That art not mine but when I thee must loose And when thou â—ast thy death receiued by mee Not when I might haue giu'n thee thy life Yet will I call thee mine that mine shalt bee Spight of my fortune and since with thy life I cannot haue thee I 'le haue thee in death All that thou seest in me is ready for reuenge I kilde thee with these weapons with the same I 'le kill my selfe I cruell
thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure Elisa treachours where are you become Let me alone Mir. Behold I let you go Ama. This is Coriscaes craft well keep you that Which you haue not deseru'd Mir. Why flie you hence Cruell behold my death behold this dart Shall pierce my woful brest Am. What wil you do Mir. That which perhaps grieues you most cruell Nimph. That any else beside your selfe should do Am. Oh me me thinkes I am halfe dead Mir. But if this worke belong alone to you Behold my brest here take this fatall dart Ama. Death you haue merited But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume Mi. My loue Ama. Loue is no cause of any villain-act Mi. Loue trust me t' was in me I made me respectiue And since you first laid hold on me lesse cause You haue to call my action villanie Yea eu'n when I by so commodious meanes Might be made bold to vse the lawes of loue Yet did I quake a Louer to be found Ama. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray Mir. My much more loue makes me more blind then you Ama. Prayers and fine conceits not snares and thefts Discreetest Louers vse Mir. Assauadge beast With hunger hunted from the woods breakes forth And doth assaile the straunger on his way So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue since that sweet foode me haue forbad Either your crueltie or else my fate A starued Louer issuing from those woods Where I haue suffered long and wretched fast Haue for my health assaid this stratage me Which loues necessitie vpon me thrust Now blame not me Nimph cruell blame your selfe For praiers and conceits true loues discretion As you them call you not attend from me You haue bereau'd with shunning me the meanes To loue discreetly Ama. Discreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you so In vaine you know you do pursue me still What is 't you seeke of me Mir. Onely one time Daine but to heare me ere I wretched die Ama. T 's well for you the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had now get you hence Mir. Ah Nimph that which I haue already said Is but a drop of that huge ample sea Of my complaints if not for pittie sake Yet for your pleasure now heare cruell but The latest accents of a dying voice Ama. To ease your mind and me this cumber rid I graunt to heare you but with this condition Speake small part soone and neuer turne againe Mir. In too too small a bundle cruell Nimphe You do ccommaund me binde my huge desires Which measure but by thought nought could containe That I you loue and loue more then life If you deny to know aske but these woods And they will tell and tell you with them will Their beasts their trees stones of these great rocks Which I so oft haue tender made to melt At found of my complaints But what make I Such proofe of loue where such rare beautie is See but how many beauteous things the skies containe How many dresse the earth in braue attire Thence shall you see the force of my desire For as the waters fall the fire doth rise The ayre doth flâ—e the earth lies firmly still And all these same the skies do compasse round Eu'n so to you as to their chiefest good My soule doth flie and my poore thoughts do run With all affection to your louely beauties He that from their deare obiect would them turne Might fast turne from their viuall course the skie The earth the ayre the water and the fire And quite remooue the earth from oft his seate But why commaund you me to speake but small Small shall I tell it I but tell you shall That I must die and lesse shall dying doo If I but see what is my turne too Ay me what shall I do which may out-last My miserable loue When I am dead Yet cruell soule haue pitie on my paines Ah faire ah deare I sometime so sweete a cause Why I did liue whilst my good fates were pleasd Turne hitherward those starry lights of loue Let me them see once meeke and full of pitie Before I die So may my death be sweet As they haue bene good guide vnto my life So let them be vnto my death and that Sweet loâ—ke which first begat my loue beget My death 〈◊〉 my loues Hesperus become The 〈◊〉 starâ—e of my decaying day But you obdurate neuer 〈…〉 Whilâ—â— I more humble you more haughtie are And can you heare me and not speake a word Whom do I speake too wretch a marble stone If you will say nought else yet bid me die And you shal see what force your words will haue Ah wicked loue this is a miserie extreame A Nymph so cruell so desirous of my death Because I aske it as a fauour scornes to giue it Arming her cruell voyce in silence so Least it might fauour mine exceeding wo. Ama. If I as well to answere as to heare You pronus'd had iust cause you might haue found To haue condemn'd my silence for vniust You call me cruell imagining perhaps By that reproofe more easily to drawe Me to the contrary No know Mirtillo I am no more delighted with the sound Of that desertlesse and disliked praise You to my beautie giue then discontent To heare you call me cruell and vniust I graunt this crueltie to any else a fault But to a louer vertue t 's and honestie Which in a woman you call crueltie But be it as you you 'd blame-worthy fault To be vnkinde to one that loues Tell me When was Amarillis cruell vnto you Perhaps when reason would not giue me leaue To vse this pitie yet how I it vs'd Your selfe can iudge when you from death I sau'd I meane when you among a noble sort of maides A lustfull Louer in a womans cloathes Banded your selfe and durst contaminate Their purest sports mingling mong kisses innocent Kisses lasciuious and impure which to remember I am asham'd But heauens my witnesse are I knew you not and after I you knew I scornd your deed and kept my soule vntoucht From your lasciuiousnesse not suffering at all The venome there to runne to my chaste heart You violated nothing saue th'out side Of these my lips A mouth kist but by force Spits out the kisse and kill the shame withall But tell me you what fruite had you receiu'd Of your rash theft had I discouered you Vnto those Nymphes The Thracian Orfeus had not bene So lamentably torne on Ebers bankes Of Bacchus dames as you had bene of them Had not you help 't her pittie whom you cruell call That pittie which was fit for me to giue I euer gaue For other t' is in vaine you either aske or hope If you me loue then loue mine honestie My safetie loue and loue my life withall Thou art too farre from that which thou desir'st The heauens forbid the earth contraries it Death