and Hands Scene 4. Act. 5. Stella Hylas Stella YOur pleasant Humor you have left I find If not to me be to your self more kind Shake Dulness off can his own Enemies Death Thus droopingly stop merry Hylas breath Hylas It was from his my Harmony did spring And now is ended where it did begin Opposites support each other one Wit Enter Phillis with a merry countenance smilng on Hylas Begets Another and subsists by It. How Phillis doth that Countenance become These Times Or hath thy Inmate left his room In your Sex ne're Inhabitant was Sorrow For still 't is here to day and gone to morrow Phillis Hylas I 'de persecute thee thus an Age And change thy wonted Mirth into a Rage Leonice and Tyrsis listen at distance to their discourse Could I my Joy within it self contain Know then whom thou thought'st were are now not slain Hylas Hah Phillis Astraea Diana thou shalt see VVith Celadon and Sylvander living be Hylas By what strange Miracle Phillis It seems the force Of Magick Charms were here not to divorce The Soul and Body as thought but t' invade The depriv'd Senses with Death's seeming shade A breathless Slumber which now having end New life to us in their revivings send Hylas I do begin m' Heresie to forsake But such another will a Convert make Leonice Leonice and Tyrsis en•er By such Another such you Other see Phillis me pardon your Loves Jealousie Tyrsis And let the Innocent your Grace partake Phillis Ye both are such if such I both can make Hylas I 'm thunder-strucken how joyn quick and dead I will believe now any thing can be sed Leonice We did partake your Sorrows when t' us shown Which by your Joy had death so soon as known Tyrsis To perfect which let us them haste to see Phillis To that your eys may present witness be The whole troop of Shepherds enter in solemn manner with great silence which at distance making a stand after a while Adamas alone approacheth the Temple and kneeleth which done all the rest do the like at that distance they were at Adamas Ador'd Divinity fair Venus son Who Agent art of all that e're begun Foe to Confusion first of Heav'nly race As thou did'st Chaos so vouchsafe thy Grace Our amaz'd Doubts to order and enlight We come not Cur'osity to delight But thy prescribed Ord'nance to obey In consulting thy Oracle this day Pronounce thou God in favour of our Groves VVhat Destiny thou dost disign their loves Th' object of our Demands is to please thee A •aming Cupid appears in the mid'st of the fountain 〈◊〉 • Porphis pedestal Let our Content thy Answers Subject be O•acle Since that faithful Lover requir'd Alexis is to all expir'd Celadon receive thy happy Choice Astraea thee Heav'n doth present The price of thy long Discontent To which let none oppose his voice Celadon My humble thanks just Love for this thy Grace Heavante•• and again kneels in Shepherds habit Thy Ordinances still I will imbrace Above all Deities To thee each day I will fresh Tributes of Devotion pay In stead of Sighs and Tears I will renew The purest Flames thy Altar ever knew Which shall like Vestal's fier never dye Replenish't still by her Sun-staining Eye And since thou hast in Love giv'n me the Prize I will for ever be thy Sacrifice Adamas Celadon rising retires to the rest of the company all continue kneeling Great God propitious still once more disclose How of Sylvander doth your VVill dispose Oracle Sylvander must no longer live To Paris I Diana give And Adamas my just Command Bids that he die by thine own Hand Sylvander Cupid vanisheth Sylvander hastily runs and casts himself on his knees before the Altar while all the rest rise Thou ireful God who become envi'us art Of my Fdelity glut thee with a Heart Inshrines a Beauty would thee dispossess Of thy usurped Pow'r did'st not supress By unjust Force her humble Devotairs Winding them thus in these thy cruel Snares Yet this I have to thank thee for that I He rises Shall have the Glory thus for her to die Diana You cruel Gods mix Mercy with your Spight Both Lives and Loves see that you disunite Paris My Soul doth grieve it cannot happy be Without this his preceding Misery Celadon My Joy 's imperfect Lycidas Alas poor Lover He hath try'd one Death now must try ' nother Adamas The Gods more cruel are who me to live Do suffer yet then that they Death thee give Yet must our Piety obey their Will Prepare you strait their Sentence to fulfill Sylvander He approacheth to Diana kneels and kisses her hand still holding it First then to thee fair Author of this Strife Not to the Gods I offer up my Life They it compell'd but thou it willing hast With more Piety since heav'n's in thee plac't Diana I will precede thee in thy hasty Flight She faints and is supported by her mother Astrea and Phillis And vail my Soul in ever mournful Night Sylvander Let nought disturb your Joys to all Adue Now in my bloud your zealous Sword imbrue Adamas An Officer stands ready with a ba••a Sylvander kneels First to observe our wonted Ceremony With Victims bloud the Altar sprinkled see Truss up your Sleeve and then extend your Arm. That wel-known Mark my feeble Senses charm Here he stops and after some amazement fals on his neck Sylvander still kneeling He rises shews the company his arm My Son Paris my Son Gods cannot lie For by my hand doth now Sylvander die Let Wonder cease see see a Branch see here Of that fresh Tree we welcome the new Year This confirms thou art mine whom Soldiers Rage In unjust War made innocent Pillage Paris but for thy sake is Paris nam'd Thou art my Son him only such I fram To salve my Sorrow with a false relief Turns to Paris Still thou art such in Love forsake thy Grief I will unite thy Alliance to my bloud She pawses while he gives Paris hand to her Here Niece to thee Leonida You must not be withstood Adamas With half my Wealth nor is he of Stock mean As I suppose I found him nigh yon Stream A child of equal Age and Fate to mine Whom I had lost and ev'n about that time About his neck did hang in Chain of gold A rich Jewel did this Inscription fold Born of a Lion Which he still doth wear They look on it Bellinda knowing it fals upon his neck As to all Eys it plainly may appear Bellinda My son Ergaste My too long lost Son Not of a Lion born but of Alion Astraea Fie Diana lift up thine Eys see see Sylvander shall again thine living be Diana Sighing awakes as out of a dream Why do you thus my dying soul distract Bellinda Taking Sylvander and joyning his hand with Diana's I will it cure with this welcome Contract Diana Sylvander presenting himself on his knees is by Adamas separated They kneel Adamas takes him by the hand
provoke to chide They ••brace He kneels 〈◊〉 the fountai• But that we must Unite e're we divide You Pow'r inclin'd to Pitty who inspires This only Cure to unquiet Desires Least that my Grief as your Divinity Both immortal and infinite should be Receive this Body for your Sacrifice My Soul too you should have but that her Eye With sacred Charms so captive it retains Though cruel she It other Bonds disdains Yet let my Death to satisfie her Crime Against my Love be to you a Victyme Let the Subject of our unhappy Strife Be subject to prolong her Peace and Life Sylvander Kneels to 〈◊〉 fountain Thou cruel Pow'r whose irrevocable Law My Soul through all those Ils could hap didst draw He rises See your Sentence fulfill'd and see that you As in the Evil in the Good be true Alexis I fear these Beasts should forth their Limits stray And hurt these fair Ones Sylvander Let 's bear them away Alexis The eager Beasts approach Sylvander Let 's them defend Alexis Alexis hastily enters Sylvander follows and 〈◊〉 down as the entry Rather secure them avancing our End Phillis Adamas Bellinda Paris Lycidas Hylas Stella Leonida Phillis Undoubtedly th' are there the Shepherd said He saw them both asleep but be'ing afraid Durst not approach the Lions being nigh Unto the same place whereon both did lie Adamas 'T is very strange from thence we are not far Phillis Approaching She spice them Whereof Each one may be Discoverer Bellinda The company afar off seem distracted with wonder B•llinda would run to her daughter but i• withhold by Adamas Oh my Shame I thus unto the world made known And in thy Disobedience onely shown Adamas Stop your rash Speed you must approach no nye'r We must invent some Means them to retire Paris Betwixt my Wonder Sorrow and my Love I strange Distractions in my self do prove Lycidas But see me thinks i' th Fountain doth appear As if two other Persons yet there were Phillis By their Habits they should your Brother be And Sylvander Lycidas VVould Heav'n I could him see Adamas How strangly hath the Day forsook his Light Our scarce born Noon is ev'n become our Night After thunder lightning a flaming Cupid on a Porphir Pyramid appears as 't were in the mid'st of the fountain They fall on their knees after some intermission the Oracle is delivered See how contracted Clouds do mask the Skie Almost forbidding their Discovery Oracle Let this your Wonder cease Your Murmurs not increase Against my Miracles Those Corps convey away And next ensuing day Consult my Oracles Cupid v• nisherb they approach the fountain and find the bodies as dead and without blemish Lions converted to marble Adamas Ha! they are unblemish't Lycidas And yet are dead Phillis Without a Bruise Paris Or any Bloud being shed Adamas These Lions which so fearful did appear To coldest marble now converted are Bellinda Of Diana Thy just Punishment but my double wrong Lycidas Too soon I find what I have sought too long Paris Oh my afflicted Soul Phillis Oh cruel death Adamas Heav'n hath you charg'd to cease your murm'ring breath Hylas They carry forth the corps See now the wise Effects of constant love Which in their ends such Tragedies still prove Scene 3. Act 5. Leonice VVHat I have often heard now true I see The Wise are to themselves their Destiny The favourable Gods do still assist Those that untir'd with Industry persist How long them unrelenting I assail'd With Tears Vows Prayers and yet herein fail'd Of what my Subtilty hath brought to pass My Joy is doubled I the Author was Who secretly and in the dead of Night This Desart did invade what could affright Being arm'd with Love and my Tyrsis to find Whose Plaints became my Guides till then ne'er kind Unseen at Distance following to his Cave VVhich when securest sleep had made his Grave I enter'd him with fain'd Voice to awake Reciting oft Tyrsis Tyrsis then spake These hollow Accents I the shadow am Of her thou vainly lovest and now came But to conjure thee to yield up my Right To Leonice cease unto her thy Spight Heav'n wils it so and Cleon it commands VVho shall delight in your united Bands VVhen strait he it confirming with a Grone I vanished and left him there alone But lest he should believe it but Conceit VVrought on his Fancy again my Deceit Attempts a second Proof But see th' effect VVhich in my Search his wandring steps direct Yet what with Crast I sought with Crast I le shun She retires on one side Tyrsis enters Lest I should mar what is so well begun Tyrsis Thou blessed Shadow whom I yet adore Why do'st thou thus command me to restore Thy Right unto Another can it be That thou art tyr'd with Importunity Of Love or do'st my Sighs and Tears disdain As too mean Offrings empty fruitless vaine Alas though these effects oft fail and die The cause endureth to Eternity My love which now an unknown Trial proves Since to destroy it self thy Will it moves Tempt yet the same to possibility Inflict some yet unheard of Cruelty If any yet is left I did not trie And I shall count it Guilt thee to deny VVhich now is such thee even to obey Since thou command'st my Love my Love betray Who shall dispense those holy Vows did tie Our sympathising Souls in Harmony Ev'n she whose Power only did them frame Her Power only must dissolve the same If but t' unloose my Love she did intend Why since hers could not seeks she not my End Perhaps when Souls cast off this Earth delight T'in infinite objects their loves to unite No Jealousie can touch their pure Essence Which only but the Object is of Sense All all possess in so equal degree Ev'n 'twixt themselves Distinction cannot be Why then defer I her to satisfie He discovers Leonice Propitious Heav'n see that Divinity VVho my Commander was is now my Guide She seems to ••ie he takes hold on her and kneels Leonice ev'n she that did us divide Is now become the means us to unite If for my Punishment your exchang'd Spite Then mine more just have not o'rethrown your Love Leonice VVhat Miracle is this you Gods above Mock not our Frailty if this Tyrsis be What I of him sought why seeks he now of me Or is it but his shadow you have tane T' increase my Sorrow and reproach my Shame Tyrsis 'T is that Tyrsis who for Cleons Respect Did long so much thy injur'd Love neglect But be'ing by her discharged from my vow No other Object can my Love allow Then thy fair self let no Reproach reveal He kisses her hand My Shame on this true Penitence I seale Leonice This doth confirm that you are truly he But your intention yet I cannot see Tyrsis Ever to be yours if my former Hate My true Love and Remorse may expiate Leonice How shall either be known Tyrsis Heav'n's holy Bands Shall both confirm joyning both Hearts
peace disturb him not awhile We will his pretty Secrets him beguile Leonida His hanging limbs float on each beating wave What you his Bed think I believe his Grave They haste and take him •p Madam 't is guilt this doubt not to decide Slow Charity may prove an Homicide Galatea Shee seems •truck with love Wonder of Nature• hath Death took this shape To make of mortals a more facile Rape Cupids unbanded Beauties being displaid Compar'd to this dead Figures seem to fade Or could these Graces in their Sphears but move They 'd force again from heav'n the Queen of Love And make the horned Goddess of the Night Forsake her Orb here she might place her light Bow gently his fair Corps comes yet no heat She l•ies her hand on his breast Me thinks I feel his panting heart to beat You Gods by whose appointment here I stand To take that Bliss you promis'd to my hand Afford him breath with mutual Flames to burn Or else inclose our ashes in one Urn Sylva Madam he breaths Leonida Some fitter place must give A second succor ' ere he seem to live Galatea Bear him to Coach his welfare is my own Or live or die our beings are but one Scene 3. Act 1. Lycidas encounters Astraea and Phillis Lycidas HIs Bodie 's lost him churlish Fate denies Ev'n pious Rites of mournful Obsequies Celadons hat he holds in his hands he flings it on the Scene with a little astonishment This slender Monument is all it gives In whose despite yet in all hearts he lives How Astraea Can you restrain a Tear For him to whom then Life you were more dear Though his so faithful Love you have forgot Yet on Humanity lay not such a spot Thus unbewail'd of thee liv'd he again But to behold he surely twice were slain Astraea Gentle shepheard thy brother truly had Parts considerable might afflict the bad 'T is not his Love his Death can make me mourn That Loss is light where many Shares are born Lycidas For Charities sake disquiet not the Dead By unknown Ils thus heaping on his head The world thy jealousie will much deride If thou but think his heart he could divide His parents Threats Inemnity of blood His purer Fire ever hath withstood Those unsought conquests which his Beauty made His jealous Love to cherish was afraid Nay I believe the less-priz'd-Deity Thus punisht his Idolatry of thee Astraea It is no new thing Shepheard what I say Whereto each eye was witness ev'ry day VVhich undiscover'd often heard I have VVhile to Aminta his vow'd Love he gave Lycidas Just heav'n you have disclos'd I plainly see The guilty author of this Tragedie Celadon of Love and Courage had too much To live and hear that Tongue this Theame but touch For his Obedience he is justly paid His greatest Crime was that he thee obey'd How oft on bended knees hath he besought Thee to revoke this burthen from his Thought And to impose on him a milder Death Then fan a loathed Flame with fained breath Thou answer'd'st no thou shall perform this Wyle Our hostil Parents that we may beguile And those respects of Love that I you see Tender to her I le take as done to me Take this not thy unstable doubts to clear He flings •er a Lett•r But that thy Guilt more Horror yet might wear If more thou seek'st that Cypress tender Ryne More sensible then thou more speaks thy Crime May'st thou what Punishment guilt e're hath try'd Sue for as Mercy and be it deny'd VVhile thy remorseful Soul by civil Jar Setteth thy Self against thy Self at war Lyci •xit Astraea How wild a Sea chases my unstable Mind VVhat I must seek were even hell to find If just I 'm clear if unjust be my Hate Each day a Death my Crime shall expiate These Lights are stop'd with issue of my Tears Whilst I unlade Them unlade thou my Fears She gives her the Letter Phillis VVould heav'n I could so soon bring to thee Rest. 'T is Celadons writing be not so opprest LETTER ENquire no longer the actions of my life in asking me She reads the Letter what I do know still I continue in my wonted pain to love yet not dare to shew the same Not love yet vow the contrary Dear brother this is all the exercise or rather punishment of thy Celadon Men say two contraries cannot be in one and the same place at one and the same time Nevertheless true love and f•ined are the frequent actions of my life Wonder not thereat for I am forced to one by the perfection to the other by the command of my Astraea If this seem strange to thee remember that Miracles are the ordinary works of Divinitie And what can we less expect from my Deity Astraea •pe•king to her self s••ewhat ••r'd Art thou so hardned with the use of Ill As to withstand this Guilt and not distill Into a Sea while thy unbounded Course The narrow banks of guiltless Lignon force And from him with his Channel take his Name Lest after Ages him for thee should blame Here she ••rns to the Cypres tree where Licidas had told her that should •ind more concern'd 〈◊〉 subject And thou sad subject of Apollo's verse Who mak'st ev'n sorrow lovely on each Herse Still fresh in mourning as thou didst request When thy rash Hand had rob'd thee of thy Rest Thou more innocent Embleme of my Fate Denounce if more thou know'st t' inlarge Self-hate Phillis Shee seems to look on the trunk of the tree Shee seems 〈◊〉 read them These Characters are fresh the same subject And the same Hand did sure the same direct Why tyrant Love constrain'st me to a Fact Against those Laws thou dost thy self enact Forcing those Rites are onely due to thee Be tender'd to a strangers Deity Be more Just to thy Self to me less Cruel And take my Life for thy displeasures fuel Astraea Each sensless thing upbraid's me my Offence Whil'st my own Guilt yields them Intelligence •hee takes the hat •p Thou unsuspected messenger of Love VVhich to and fro in harmless Sports be'ng drove •hee looking in the hat betwixt the linings discovers a Letter with a little astonishment Into each others hands conveyd'st our Lines Yet standers by partook not our Designs Did'st thou so little of thy Master know That to revenge his Death thou 'st naught to show LETTER FAir Astraea if the Dissimulation which you enjoyn be to kill me you may more easily effect the same by one word from your mouth If it be to punish my Presumption you are too just a Iudge to inflict less punishment then Death If it be to trie the Power you have over me why make you not choice of a more sudden Experiment then this whose length can be but wearisome to you I cannot believe'tis to conceal our Amity as you pretend Since not being able long to live in so much Constraint my Death will without doubt give too sudden and deplorable Testimony thereof
Believe it fair Astraea what I have suffered is enough 't is now time you suffer me to act the personage of Celadon having so long and with so much pain represented One that of all those in the world is most contrary to him Astraea Thou nought canst add I was so full before Thou shalt again exhausted Grief restore Whilst restless I Lifes weary minutes tell In Swan-like plaints sounding my Funeral knell Phillis Sorrows first shock to no Advice will yield To her self then takes her by the hand who seems to re•• on her Who struggle with 't wound what they thought to shield Scene 4. Act 1. Celadon Leonida Sylva Celadon NAture and Art seem marri'd here to be VVhere each agreeing part 's a Harmonie To himself Yet is' t to me like Horror of the Night To the Guilty Banish't Astraea's Sight To them again It seems design'd an amorous Abode To shrowd the pleasures of some rural God VVhat place is that whose close compacted shade Phoebus in highest pride can scarce invade Leonida Gentle Shepheard i' th' thickest of that Grove Is plac'd the fountain of the Truth of Love VVherein each Lover may their loved see And if by them any then loved be Their Forms seem coupled But as then if None The single Figure doth appear alone It was erected by the famous Skill Of a Magitian Jealousie to kill Celadon I 've heard the fame thereof being so nigh Are we not licenc'd the vertue to trie Leonida No gentle Swain this fair Nymphs cruelty On incen'st Love forbids that Liberty Celadon As how I pray Leonida That I shall strait relate Pointing to Sylva Nay frown not Sylva now it is too late This Nymph whose Beauty Worth and Grace In all their hearts that see her hold a place Amongst the rest two noble Spirits rise In Emulation to make her their Prize In Natures gifts and Fortunes both were rich And their own vertues such as might bewitch Any with Love save Sylva's equal eye Which bred 'twixt Rivals equal Amity Long had they both without Advantage strove Each of the Other or of Sylva's Love At length with one assent they both agree To the best priz'd of her her to leave free Which her impartial Grace could not decide They therefore to this Fountain them apply'd Wherein each gazing with a greedy eye VVho should be honour'd with Preheminencie Found neither lov'd her Figure still Alone Together and asunder them being shown At which their Love gave place unto their Ire VVith Magitians they secretly conspire This to make void which not allow'd to Art They to fell Lions do the Guard impart By art confin'd nor can this Charm untie Till the two perfect'st Lovers for it die Celadon Sorrow attends my wonder Sylva Me the blame VVhile this home-friend seeks to extend my shame Galatea She imbraceth Cal••lon My better self I 've been too long away Each Minute spent from thee is a lost Day He seems to faint they support him How fares my Life some grief doth thee oppress I fear it is thy Fevors Re-access Celadon Th' are welcome Summons such I would not flie Galatea Render not fruitless so our Charity Leonida Madam this Shepheards safety doth depend On some skil'd hand may give his griefs an end Galatea Thee to believe my Fear doth me invite But m'Honor's stain'd he being expos'd to sight Leonida Madam to me'tis dearer then mine own As by my careful service shall be shown My Uncles Skil his Faith and Love to you I know your Grace misdoubts not to be true He 's your Creature whose Prudence will conceal And further your intents as his own weal I 'le thither haste with speed if so you please That his presence your Griefs in his may ease Galatea Th' advice is good yet him my Love not show Extent All but Leo•••• Haste Leonida Fear saies thou art too slow Leonida I will not tax thee for unequal Flames To her self Titles are but Policies empty Names VVhilst Love like Death casteth those Scepters by And gives all Natures works Equality Had not the same Object with equal Fire Inflam'd my Soul I 'd cherish'd thy desire VVhich in pretence of duty to the State My jealous Love by Craft must violate Scene 1. Act. 2. Phillis Diana Astraea Phillis OUr discontinu'd Sports we must repaire Lest yielding Sorrows should our thoughts insnare Diana I saw some Company in yonder Plain Let 's bend our Courses them to entertain Leonida Leonida appears With a little stop ••rook with a kind of wonder To her self My uncles absence gives me leave awhile In rural Sports my Passion to beguile As if a second Emulation drove T' a new Trial each goddess from above Nature is but a Niggard in our Courts Prodigal here beyond weak Fames reports To them Your flourishing Graces have made me poor In my weak wishes to salute your store Phillis Fair Nymph if any such in us you see 'T is from your Presence they imparted be Leonida Nay fair One to vie 't is not my Pretence With such false Coyn might cost your Innocence Leave that unto the self-deceiving Court I come to partake of your Love and Sport Diana Your honour'd Presence will their VVorths exter If your high rais'd Thoughts can so low descend Leonida Rather such humble Calmness will inure Sylvander appears on the Scene walking as •ot heedi•• them To greater Thoughts true Greatness to ensure VVhat Shepherd 's that Diana 'T is One in whom appears Nothing that 's rustick but the Coat he wears Yet so insensible I mean to Love That any's Conquest he disdains to prove Leonida Of whence Phillis That were impossible to show Since he himself the same ne're yet could know His Extraction he thinks hath been from hence Which makes him here to place his Residence Diana He sees us not else his civil Aboard Would of himself more knowledge you afford Phillis •air Nymph wilt please you him to entertain Leonida •our Character 's too fair that to refrain Phillis He salutes them but passeth by the speaking to him turns back Is this the fashion of those greater Towns Where you were bred who us intitle Clowns Our Entertainments thus to interrupt And second it with a Depart abrupt Sylvander Since 'twas m'ill hap such Error to commit The fault is less not to continue it Diana 'T was rather that no Object here you saw You from your self thought worthy to withdraw Yet if on this fair Nymph your eyes you turn Y' are too insensible if you not burn Sylvander Fair Shepherdess Loves sole attractive Ties Are onely bred by equal Sympathies The Disproportion 'twixt her worth and mine May easily discharge me of that Crime Leonida VVhere 's the Difference in Body or in Mind Y 'ave equal Properties of both I find Sylvander Fair Nymph of ev'ry thing the reall Prize Not from th' Appearance but the use doth rise Else many Beasts'fore Man we might commend In many Properties they him transcend Yet since They for Mans