likewise Swains that shew your selves no lesse Devout then they your voyces all unite And once again invoke the Queen of Night Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now shepherds and my servants all Withdraw your selves and come not till I call Valiant young man who to bestow upon Another life abandonest thine owne Die with this comfort For a puffe of breath Which by the abject spirit is call'd death Thou buy'st Eternity and when the tooth Of envious Time consuming the world's youth Millions of lesser names devoured hath Then thou shalt live the pattern of true faith But for the Law commands that thou shouldst die A silent Sacrifice before thou ply Thy knee to earth if thou wouldst ought deliver Speak and hereafter hold thy peace for ever Mir. Father for though thou kill me yet I must Give thee that name My body to the dust Whereof'twas made and kneaded up I give My Soule to her in whom alone I live But if she die as she hath vow'd of me What part alas will then surviving be How sweet will death be unto me if I In mine owne person not in hers may die And if he merit pity at his death Who for meer pity now resignes his breath Take care deer Father of her life that I Wing'd with that hope t' a better life may fly Let my Fate rest at my destruction Stop at my ruine but when I am gone Let my divorced soul in her survive Although from her I was divorc'd alive Mont. Scarcely can I refrain from weeping now O our mortality how frail art thou Son be of comfort for I promise thee I will perform all thou desir'st of me Here 's my hand on 't and solemnly I swear Ev'n by this Miter'd head Mir. Then vanish fear And now for the most faithfull soul make room For Amarillis unto thee I come With the sweet name of Amarillis I Close up my mouth and silent kneel to die Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Rites begin With liquid odoriferous Gumms keep in The flame and strowing frank incense and mirrhe Whole clouds of perfume to the Gods preferre Cho. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Scena quarta CARINO MONTANO NICANDRO MIRTILLO Chorus of Shepherds Car. DId ever man so many houses view And the inhabitants thereof so few But see the cause If I mistake me not They 're gotten all together here O what A troop how rich how solemn It is sure Some Sacrifice Mont. Give me the golden Ewre With the red wine Nicandro Nic. There Mont. So may Soft pity in thy brest revive to day By this unguilty blood Goddesse divine As by the sprinkling of these drops of wine This pale and dying flame revives Set up The golden Ewre Reach mee the silver cup. So may the burning wrath he quencht which in Thy brest was kindled by a false Maid's sinne As with this water powr'd out like our tears I quench this flame Car. 'T's a Sacrifice but where 's The offering Mont. Now all 's prepar'd there lacks Onely the fatall stroak Lend me the Axe Car. I see a thing unlesse my eyes mistake Like a man kneeling this way with his back Is he the offering 'T is so Ah wretch And o're his head the Priest his hand doth stretch O my poor Country after all these years Is not Heav'ns wrath yet quencht with blood and tears Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Revengefull Goddesse who a private fault With publick rod dost punish Thou hast thought Fit so to doe and so in the Abysse Of Providence eternall fixt it is Since faithlesse Lucrin's tainted blood was thought For thy nice Iustice too impure a draught Carouse the guiltlesse blood then of this Swain By me now at thy Altar to be slain A willing Sacrifice and to his Lasse As true a Lover as Aminta was Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Ah how my brest with pity now relents What sudden numnesse fetters every sense I ne're was so before To lift this Axe My hands lack strength and my heart courage lacks Car. I 'le see the wretches face and so be gone For such dire sights I cannot look upon Mont. Perhaps the Sun though setting will not look On humane Sacrifice and I am strook Therefore with horrour Shepherd change thy place And to the Mountain turn thy dying face So now 't is well Car. Alas what gaze I at Is 't not my Son Is 't not Mirtillo that Mon. Now I can do 't Car. 'T is he Mon. And aim my blow Car. Hold sacred Minister what dost thou do Mont. Nay thou profane rash man how dar'st thou thus Impose a sacrilegious hand on us Car. O all my joy Mirtillo I ne're thought Mon. Avant old man that dot'st or art distraught Car. T' imbrace thee in this sort Mont. Avant I say It is not lawfull impure hands to lay Upon things sacred to the gods Car. 'T was they That sent me to this place Mont. Nicandro stay We 'l hear him and then let him go his way Car. Ah courteous Minister before thy hand Upon the life of this young man descend Tell me but why he dyes This I implore By that Divinitie thou dost adore Mon. By such a Goddesse thou conjur'st me that I should be impious to deny But what Concerns it thee Car. More then thou dost suppose Mon. Because to die he for another chose Car. Then I will die for him O take in stead Of his this old already tott'ring head Mon. Thou rav'st friend Car. Why am I deni'd that now Which unto him was granted Mon. Because thou A stranger art Car. And if I should prove none What then Mon. Although thou shouldst it were all one Because he cannot be exchang'd again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne But who art thou if thou no stranger be Thy habit speaks thee not of Arcadie Car. Yet am I an Arcadian Mont. I did ne're See thee before to my remembrance here Car. My name 's Carino I was born hard by This wretche's Father who is now to die Mont. Hence hence lest through thy fond paternal love Our Sacrifice should vain and fruitlesse prove Car. O if thou wert a Father Mont. I am one I and the Father of an onely Son A tender Father too yet if this were My Silvio's head by Silvio's head I swear I would as forward be to do to his What I must do to this For no man is Worthy this sacred Robe but he that can For publick good put off the private man Car. Yet let me kisse him ' ere he die Mon. Nor touch Car. O mine own flesh and blood art thou so much A tyrant to me
me I command Ay me Aglaura and Eliza tarry Betrayers of my innocence where are ye Unhand me villain Mir. I obey Am. This plot Corisca laid Now tell her what th' ast got Mir. O whither fly'st thou Cruell ere thou go Banquet thy eyes yet with my death for lo I pierce my bosome with this dart Am. Ay me What wilt thou do Mir. That which it troubles thee Perchance dire Nymph that any should be sed T' have done but thou Am. Ay me I 'm almost dead Mirt. And if this action to thy hand be due Behold the weapon and the brest Am. 'T is true Thou hast deserv'd it of me What could move Thy heart to such a high presumption Mir. Love Am. Love never causes rudeness Mir. Then conclude I was in love because I was not rude For if within thy arms thou caughtst me first I cannot well with rudenesse be asperst Since with so fair an opportunity To be audacious and to use with thee The Lawes of Love I had such power yet over My self I ev'n forgot I was a Lover Am. Upbraid me not with what I blind did doe Mir. I being in Love was blinder of the two Am. Pray'r and sweet language discreet Lovers use To winne their Loves not theft and cheats t' abuse Mir. As a wild beast enrag'd with want of food Rushes on travellers out of the wood So I that onely live on thy fair eyes Since that lov'd food thy crueltie denyes Or else my Fate if like a ravenous Lover Rushing to day upon thee from this Cover Where I had long been famish't I did prove One stratagem to save my life which Love Prompted me to then blame not cruell Maid Me but thy self for if as thou hast said Pray'r and sweet language onely should be us'd By discret Lovers which thou hast refus'd To hear from me thou by thy crueltie Thou by thy flight mad'st me I could not be A discreet Lover Am. If th'adst gi'n her over That fled from thee th'adst been a discreet Lover But know thou persecutest me in vain What wouldst thou have of me Mir. I 'd have thee daign Once'ere I die to hear me Am. See! as soon As thou hast askt thou hast receiv'd the boon Now then be gone Mir. Ah Nymph I 've scarcely yet Powr'd one small drop out to thee of the great Sea of my tears If not for Pitie's sake Yet for the Pleasure thou therein wilt take List ' to a dying man's last accents Am. Well To shun more trouble and thy hopes to quell To hear thee I 'm content But this before Say little quickly part and come no more Mir. Thou dost command me cruell'st Nymph to bind In volume too too small that unconfin'd Desire which scarcely humane thought though it Be as the soul that holds it infinit Hath line to fathom That I do love thee more then I do love My life if thou doubt'st Cruel ask this Grove And that will tell thee and with it each beast Each stupid stock there can the same attest Each stone of these high mountains which so oft I with the voice of my complaints made soft But what need I call any witnesse else To prove my love where so much beauty dwels Behold these flow'rs which make low earth so proud Those Stars which nail Heav'ns pavement all these crowd Into one ring A beautie like that same Is the high cause and forcer of my flame For as by nature Water doth descend The Fire unto the higher Regions tend The Air obliquely spread it self the Ground Lie still and heav'n about all these turn round So naturally do I incline to thee As to my chiefest good so naturally To those lov'd beauties as unto her sole With all her wing'd affections flyes my soul. And he that should imagine he had force Her from her dearest object to divorce Might with as much facility command The Air the Fire the Water and the Land The Heavens too from their accustom'd track And make the Pillars of the world to crack But since thou bidst me say but little I Shall say but little saying that I dye And shall doe lesse in dying since I see How much my death is coveted by thee Yet I shall doe alas all that is left For me to do of hopes in love bereft But cruell soul when I am in my grave Some pitie then upon my suffrings have Ah! fair and lov'd and that wert once the sweet Cause of my life whilst Heaven thought it meet Turn those bright lamps upon me as beni'ne And pitifull as ere I saw them shine Once ere I dye that I may dye in peace Let those fair amiable eyes release My life now bitter which once sweetned it And those bright Starres which my loves torches li't Light too my Funerall tapers and forerun As once my rising now my setting Sun But thou more hard then ere thou wert before Feel'st yet no spark of pity but art more Stiffe with my pray'rs Must I then talk alone Wretch that I am discourse I to a stone Say Dye at least it nothing else thou 'lt say And thou shalt see me dye O Love what way Canst thou not plague me when this Nymph that 's nurst In cruelty and for my blood did thirst Finding my death would now a favour be Ev'n that sad favour doth deny to me Nor will reply a syllable or daign One stabbing word to put me out of pain Am. To answer thee if I had promised As well as hear thee this were justly sed Thou call'st me cruell hoping that to shun That vice into the contrary I 'le run But know my ears are not so tickeled With that by me so little merited And lesse desired praise thou giv'st to me Of beauty as to hear my self by thee Stil'd Cruell which to be to any other I grant were vice t' is vertue to a Lover And what thou harshnesse call'st and crueltie Is in a woman perfect honestie But say that ev'n t' a Lover 't were a sin Yet tell me when hath Amarillis bin Cruell to thee was 't then when justice bad To use no pitie yet on thee I had So much that I from death deliver'd thee I mean when 'mongst a noble companie Of modest Virgins mingled thou didst cover With a Maid's habit a libidinous Lover And our chast sports polluting didst intrude 'Mongst kisses feign'd and innocent thy lewd And wanton kisses such an act as yet I blush as oft as I but think on it But at that time I knew thee not Heav'n knows And when I did my indignation rose Thy wantonnesse I from my mind did keep And suffred not the amorous plague to creep To my chast heart on my lips outer skin The poyson stuck but none of it got in A mouth that 's kiss'd perforce If it spit out the kisse is ne're the worse But what wouldst thou by that bold theft have got If I had to those Nymphs discover'd what Thou wert the Thracian women never
little backward so The mortall steel past by leaving his brest Untoucht and in his coat of skins did rest Into the which I know not how 't was wove So intricately that Mirtillo strove In vain to pull it out and so he too Was taken Cho. And with him what did they do Erg. He to the Temple by himself was brought Cho. For what Erg. To try if he 'd discover ought Touching the fact in question Perhaps too Th' affront he in their Minister did do Unto the priestly majesty might some Penance deserve Would yet I might have come To comfort my poor friend Cho. What hindred thee Erg. The waiters at the altar may not be Admitted to delinquents therefore I Sequesterd from the other company Go by my self unto the Temple where With many a prayer and devouter tear I 'le beg of Heaven that it would chase away This sullen storm that overclouds our day Deer Shepherds rest in peace and joyn with ours Your pray'rs to batter the celestiall towers Cho. We will when we have paid to Silvio That duty first we to his goodnesse owe. O ye great Gods now now if ever prove Your anger lesse eternall then your love Scena quarta CORISCA. EMpale ye triumph-decking Lawrell boughs Empale my glorious and victorious brows Into Love's lists hedg'd round about with flame This day I came I saw I overcame This day hath Heav'n and Earth Nature and Art Fortune and Fate Friend and Foe ta'ne my part Ev'n that base Satyr who abhorres me so Hath helpt me too as if he too did go Some share with me How much more happily Did fortune bring Mirtillo in then I Contriv'd to have brought Coridon to make Her crime more show of likelihood to take And though Mirtillo's apprehended too That matters not they soon will let him go Th' Adultresse onely payes the penaltie O famous triumph Solemn victorie If lying may deserve a trophie I Deserve a trophie for my amorous lye Which from this tongue and bosome hath done more For me then Love with all his charms before But this is not a time to talk Withdraw Thy self Corisca till the doom of Law Fall on thy Rivals head for fear that she T' excuse her self should lay the blame on thee Or that the Priest himself should wish to know What thou canst say before he give the blow When a mine springs 't is good to stand aloof A lying tongue requires a flying hoof I 'le hide me in those woods and there will make Some stay till it be time to come and take Possession of my joyes O! it hath hit Beyond all thought Successe hath crown'd my wit Scena quinta NICANDRO AMARILLIS Nic. A Heart of flint or rather none had he Nor humane sense that could not pitie thee Unhappy Nymph and for thy sorrow grieve The more by how much lesse they can believe This should befall thee who have known thee best For were it but to see a Maid distrest Of venerable count'nance and that show'd So vertuous and so excellently good One that for heav'nly beauty merited Temples and Sacrifices to be led Unto the Temple as a Sacrifice Who could behold it without melting eyes But he that should consider further how And for what purpose thou wert born That thou Art Daughter unto Titiro and shoud Have married been unto Montano's bloud Two the most lov'd and honour'd shall I say Shepherds or Fathers of Arcadia And that being such so great so famous and So beautifull a Nymph and that did stand By nature so remote from thy death's brink Thou shouldst be now condemn'd He that doth think On this and weeps not wails not thy mishap Is not a man but wolf in humane shape Am. If my mishap had come through mine own fault And the effect had been of an ill thought As of a deed that seems ill it had been Lesse grievous to mee to have death pay sinne And very just it were I should have spilt My bloud to wash my impure soul from guilt To quench Heav'ns wrath and since man too had wrong Pay what to human justice did belong So might I still a crying conscience And mortifi'd with a due inward sense Of deserv'd death render my self more fit To die and through that purgatory get Perchance to Paradise But now in all My pride of youth and fortune thus to fall Thus innocent is a sad case a sad Nicandro Nic. Nymph would to Heav'n men had Sinn'd against thee rather then thou 'gainst Heav'n For satisfaction might be easier giv'n To thee for thy wrong'd Fame then unto it For its wrong'd Deities Nor know I yet Who wrong'd thee but thy self Wert thou not caught Alone with the adult'rer in a vault To Silvio precontracted wert not thou And so thy nuptiall faith hast broken How Then innocent Am. For all this have not I Transgrest the Law and innocently dye Nic. Not Natures law perchance Love where thou wilt But that of Men and Heav'n Love without guilt Am. Both men and Heav'n if all our fortune be Deriv'd from thence transgrest have against me For what but an ill destiny could bid That I should die for what another did Nic. What was that Nymph bridle thy tongue with high Flown grief transported ev'n to blasphemie The ils we suffer our own sins pull down Heav'n pardons many wrongs but it doth none Am. I blame in Heaven onely my own starre But one that hath deceiv'd me more by farre Nic. Then blame thy self thy self thou didst deceive Am. I did when I a coz'ner did believe Nic. They who desire to be deceiv'd are not Am. Dost think me naught Nic. Nay ask thy actions that Am. Actions are oft false comments on our hearts Nic. Yet those we see and not the inward parts Am. The heart may be seen too with th' eys o' th' mind Nic. Whithout the senses help those eyes are blind Am. The senses must submit to reasons sway Nic. Reason in point of fact must sense obay Am. Well I am sure an honest heart I have Nic. Prethee who brought thee then into the cave Am. My folly and too much credulity Nic. Thou trustedst with a friend thy honesty Am. I trusted a friends honestie Nic. Thy blood Was that the friend thou wouldst have understood Am. Ormino's Sister who betraid me thither Nic. 'T is sweet when Lovers are betraid together Am. Mirtillo enterd without my consent Nic. How enter'dst thou then and for what intent Am. Let this suffice 't was not for him I came Nic. It cannot if no other cause thou name Am. Examine him about my innocence Nic. Him who hath been the cause of thy offence Am. Call her to witnesse who betraid me hath Nic. Why should we hear a witnesse without faith Am. By chast Diana's dreadfull name I swear Nic. Thou by thy deeds art perjur'd unto her Nymph I am plain I cannot flatter thee Into a hope which in extremitie Will leave thee more confounded these are dreams A troubled fountain
cannot yeeld pure streams Nor a bad heart good words And where the deed Is evident Defence offence doth breed What dost thou talk thou shouldst have guarded more Then thy life now thy chastitie before Why do'st thou cheat thy self Am. O miserie Must I then dye Nicandro must I dye None left to hear none to defend me left Of all abandon'd of all hope bereft Onely of such a mocking pity made The wretched object as affords no aid Nic. Be patient Nymph and give me cause to tell Though thou didst ill yet that thou suffredst well Look up to heav'n since thence thou drawst thy birth All good or ill we meet with upon earth From thence as from a fountain doth distill And as no good is here unmix'd with ill So punishment that 's ill to flesh and blood As to th' accompt we must make there is good And if my words have cut thee 't is but like A faithfull Surgeon who a vein doth strike Or thrusts his instrument into the wound Where it is mortallest and most profound In being cruell mercifull Then be Content with what is writ in Heav'n for thee Am. O 't is a cruell sentence whether it In heaven for me or in earth be writ Yet writ in heav'n I 'm certain it is not For there my innocence is known But what Doth that avail me if that dye I must That 's the straight narrow passage to be dust Nicandro that 's the bitter cup But oh By that compassion thou to me dost show Lead me not to the Temple yet stay stay Nic. Who fears to dye dyes ev'ry hour o' th' day Why hang'st thou back and draw'st a painfull breath Death hath no ill in 't but the fear of death And he that dies when he hath heard his doom Flyes from his death Am. Perchance some help may come Father dear father dost thou leave me too An onely daughters father wilt thou do Nothing to save me Yet before I die A parting kisse to me do not deny Two bosoms shall be pierced with one blow And from thy daughter's wound thy blood must flow O father once so sweet and deer a name Which I was never wont t' invoke in vain Thy belov'd Daughter's Wedding callst thou this To day a Bride to day a Sacrifice Nic. Good Nymph no more why dost thou bootlesly Stay thus tormenting both thy self and mee The time calls on I must convey thee hence Nor with my duty longer may dispense Am. Deer woods adieu then my deer woods adieu Receive these sighs my last ones into you Till my cold shade forc'd from her seat by dire And unjust steel to your lov'd shades retire For sink to hell it can't being innocent Nor soar to heav'n laden with discontent Mirtillo O Mirtillo most accurst The day I saw the day I pleas'd thee first Since I whom thou above thy life didst love Became thy life that thou my death mightst prove She dies condemn'd for kindnesse now to thee Whom thou hast still condemn'd of cruelty I might have broke my faith as cheap Ay me Now without fault or fruit I dye or Thee My deer Mirtill Nic. Alas she dies indeed Poor wretch Come hither shepherds with all speed Help me to hold her up O piteous case She finish'd in Mirtillo's name her Race Unhappy maid she breathes yet and I feel Some signes of life pant in her bosome still To the next fountain let us carry her Perchance cold water may recover there Her fleeting spirits Stay will not relief Be cruelty to her who dies of grief To prevent dying by the Axe How-e're Yet let not us our charitie forbear Men ought to lend their aid in present woe What is to come none but the Gods foreknow Scena sexta CHORUS of Huntsmen with SILVIO CHORUS of Shepherds with SILVIO Ch. Hun. O Glorious youth true child of Hercules That kilst so soon such monstrous beasts as these Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom lies slain and queld This Erimanthian Monster living held Invincible Behold the horrid head Which seems to breath death when it self is dead This is the famous Trophie noble Toile Of him whom we our Demy-god do stile Extoll his great name Shepherds and this day Keep ever solemn ever holy day Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth that do'st despise thine own For others safeties Vertue climbes her Throne By these steep stairs and the high Gods have set Before her Palace gates labour and sweat He that would land at joy must wade through woes Nor by unprofitable base repose Abhorring labour but from gallant deeds And vertuous labour true repose proceeds Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom these Plains depriv'd Of tillage and of tillers long retriv'd Their fruitfull honours have The plough-man now Securely goes after the lazie plough Sowes his plump seed and from earth's pregnant womb Expects the wish'd fruits when the season 's come No more shall churlish tusk or churlish foot Trample them down or tear them up by th' root Nor shall they prosper so as to sustain A beast to be their own and others bane Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Shep. O glorious youth as if presaging thine The Have'n to day doth in full glory shine Such peradventure was that famous Boar Alcides slew yet so thy act is more It being Silvio thy first labour as Of thy great Ancestor the third it was But with wilde Beasts thy infant valour playes To kill more monsters in thy riper dayes Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Sh. O glorious youth how well are joyn'd in thee Valour and pietie See Cynthia see Thy devout Silvio's vow behold with white And crooked tusk as if in thy despight The proud head arm'd on this side and on that Seeming thy silver horns to emulate If then O powerfull Goddesse thou didst guide The young mans shaft he is in justice tyde To dedicate the Trophie unto thee By whom he did obtain the victorie Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth true child of Hercules That kill'st so soon such monstrous beasts as these Scena septima CORIDON I Have forborn till now to credit what The Satyr told me of Corisca late Fearing it might be some malicious lye Devis'd by him to shake my constancie For most improbable it seem'd that she In the same place where she expected me Unlesse the message which Lisetta brought To me from her were false should straight be caught With an adulterer And yet the truth To say here 's a shrewd token and it doth Perplex me much to see the mouth o' th' den Just in that manner he related then Shut and damm'd up with such a massie stone Ah false Corisca too well by mine own Experience of thy ungracious deeds I know thee now stumbling so oft thou needs Must fall at last So many frauds so many Lyes and vow-breaches might have warned any Whom folly or affection did not blear
day of prey to me What favours are These courteous goddesse in one day a pair Of such wilde beasts to triumph ore But why Do I delay this work my Deity The swiftest and the keenest shaft that is In all my Quiver let me see 't is this I do select to thee I recommend it O Archeresse eternall do thou send it By Fortunes hand and by thy pow'r divine Guide it into the beast His skin is thine And in thy name I shoot O lucky hit Just where the eye and hand designed it Would now I had my javelin here to make An end of him at once before he take The wood for shelter but the place shall yeeld Me weapons Not a stone in all the field But why do I seek weapons having these This second arrow layes him at his ease Alas what do I see what hast thou done Unhappy Silvio what hast thou run Thy self into Thou hast a shepherd slain In a wolfe 's skin O action to remain For ever overwhelm'd with grief to lie Under salt water everlastingly The wretch too I should know and he that so Doth lead and prop him up is Linco O Vile arrow viler vow but vilest Thou That didst direct that arrow hear that vow I guilty of anothers blood I kill Another I that was so free to spill My blood for others and my life to give Throw down thy weapons and inglorious live Shooter of men hunter of men But lo The wretched Swain then thee lesse wretched though Scena nona LINCO SILVIO DORINDA Lin. LEan daughter on my arm with all thy weight Wretched Dorinda do Sil. Dorinda's that I 'm a dead man Dor. O Linco Linco O My second Father Sil. 'T is Dorinda woe Woe on thee Silvio Dor. Linco thou wert sure Ordein'd by Fate to be a stay to poor Dorinda Thou receivedst my first cry When I was born Thou wilt now I 'm to dye My latest groan and these thy arms which were My cradle then shall now become my biere Lin. Ah daughter or more deer then if thou wert My daughter speak now to thee for my heart I can't grief melts each word into a tear Dor. Not so fast Linco if thou lov'st me deer Linco nor go nor weep so fast one rakes My wound too bad t'other a new wound makes Sil. Poor Nymph how ill have I repaid thy love Lin. Be of good comfort daughter this will prove No mortall wound Dor. It may be so but I That am a Mortall of this wound shall die Would I knew yet who hurt me Lin. Get thee sound And let that passe Revenge ne're cur'd a wound Sil. Why dost thou stay what mak'st thou in this place Woulst thou be seen by her Hast thou the face Hast thou the heart t' indure it Silvio flee From the sharp dart of her revenging eye Fly from her tongues just sword I cannot go From hence and what it is I do not know But something holds me and would make me run To her whom I of all the world did shun Dor. Must I then die and not my Murtherer know Lin. 'T was Silvio Dor. How dost know 't was Silvio Lin. I know his shaft Dor. Then welcom death if I Shall owe thee to so sweet an enemy Lin. Look where he stands we need demand no further His posture and his face confesse the murther Alone Now Heav'n be praised Silvio Thy all-destroying Arrowes and thy Bow Th' hast pli'd so well about these woods that now Th' art gone out thy Arts-master Tell me thou That dost like Silvio not like Linco who Made this brave shoot Linco or Silvio This 't is for boyes to be so overwise Would thou hadst taken this old fools advice Answer thou wretch What lingring miserie What horrour shalt thou live in if she die I know thou 't say thou err'dst and thought'st to strike A Wolfe as if'twere nothing school-boy like To shoot at all adventures and not see Nor care whether a man or beast it be What Goat-herd or what plough-man doth not go Clad in such skins O Silvio Silvio Soon ripe soon rotten If thou think fond childe This chance by chance befell thee th' art beguild These monstrous things without Divine decree Hap not to men Dost thou not plainly see How this thy unsupportable disdain Of Love the world and all that is humane Displeases Heav'n High Gods cannot abide A Rivall upon earth and hate such pride Although in vertue Now th' art mute that wert Before this hap unsufferably pert Dor. Silvio give Linco leave to talk for hee Knows not what pow'r Love gave thee over me Of life and death If thou hadst strook my heart Th' hadst strook what 's thine mark proper for thy dart Those hands to wound mee thy fair eyes have taught See Silvio her thou hat'st so see her brought To that extremity where thou wouldst see her Thou sought'st to wound her see her wounded here To prey upon here loe she is thy prey Thou sought'st her death and loe she 's dying Say Wouldst thou ought else of her What further joy Can poor Dorinda yeeld thee Cruell Boy And void of Bowels thou wouldst ne're believe That wound which from thy eyes I did receive This which thy hands have giv'n canst thou deny Those crystall showrs which issued from my eye Thou couldst not be perswaded were my blood What dost thou think now of this crimson flood Which my side weeps But if orewhelm'd with scorn That bravery be not wherewith thou wert born Deny me not though cruell soul yet brave Deny me not 't is all the boon I crave When I shall sigh into thee my last breath One sigh of thine O happy happy death If thou vouchsafe to sweeten it with these Kind words and pious Soul depart in peace Sil. Dorinda my Dorinda shall I say Alas when I must lose thee the same day Th' art mine now mine when death to thee I give That wert not mine when I could make thee live Yes mine I 'le call thee and thou mine shalt be In spight of my opposing destinie For if thy death our meeting souls disjoyn My death shall reunite us All that 's mine Haste to revenge her I have murder'd thee With these curs'd arrows with them murder me I have been cruell unto thee and I Desire from thee nothing but crueltie I scorn'd thee in my pride look with my knee Low louting to the earth I worship thee And pardon of thee but not life demand Take Shafts and Bow But do not strike my hand Or eye bad ministers 't is true yet still But ministers of an unguilty will Strike me this brest this monster hence remove Sworn enemy of Pity and of Love Strike me this heart to thee so cruell Loe My bared brest Dor. I strike it Silvio I strike that brest sure if thou didst not mock Thou wouldst not shew 't mee naked O white rock Already by the windes and briny main Of my rough sighs and tears oft strook