Wither'd as 't is to keep in memory That happy day but most to signifie My wither'd hopes Erg. Thy case doth pity and not envie claim Mirtillo or hereafter let thy name Be Tantalus for he that jests with Love Or playes with fire shall pain in earnest prove Poor youth thou took'st up transitory treasure At too much use and of thy theft the pleasure And punishment together didst receive But did she never the deceit perceive Mirt. I know not that Ergasto this I do Whilst shee thought Elis worthy of her view She was still bounteous to me of her eye And gracious smiles But my hard destinie Snatching her thence unwares to me almost I straight came flying hither where thou knowst My Father though he sojourn'd long abroad Yet still retains his wonted poor aboad I came and saw O sight my day begun In such a fair and smiling morn now run To its long West When I appear'd in place The lightning of disdain flash'd in her face Then did she bend her eyes and turn'd away These Meteors boad my death then did I lay Mean while that I should so by stealth depart My tender Father took deeply to heart And with the grief on 't an infirmity So terrible that he was like to die This forc'd me back which prov'd alas in one Health to the Father sicknesse to the Son For half a yeer of a Love-caused feaver I languisht and I think had languisht ever If my indulgent Father had not sought In time the Tripods Counsell whence he brought This Answer That th' Arcadian air alone Could make mee well again I thereupon Return'd Ergasto to revisite her O fallacy of that grand Sophister The Oracle who made my body whole To cause eternall sicknesse in my soule Erg. Thou hast related a strange tale in truth Mirtillo a case worthy of much ruth Without all doubt But oft a desperate state Hath prov'd the cause that cures as desperate Have sav'd the sick And now 't is time I goe To tell Corisca what from thee I know Expect me at the Fountain there will I Ere long be with thee Mirt. Go on prosperously And Heav'n at need that pity shew to thee Courteous Ergasto which thou shewst to me Scena secunda DORINDA LUPINO SILVIO She bringing in Silvio's Dog Dor. FAithfull and fortunate delight and care Of my fair Silvio and as proud as fair Thrice fortunate Melampo that I were Unto thy cruell Master half so deer With that white hand with which he gripes my heart He stroaks and he feeds thee He doth not part From thee by night nor part from thee by day Whilst I that so much love him in vain pray And sigh in vain And that which worse I bear Then all the rest he gives to thee such deer And lushious kisses one of which would make Me rich and I too kisse thee for his sake Happy Melamp ' O dog sent from above To steer the erring footsteps of blind Love Lead on sure guide whither Affection mee But Nature onely and Instinct drawes thee But list a little doth not a horn blow In this neer thicket Sil. Sogh Melampo Sogh Dor. That is if Love delude me not the sound Of Silvio's voice who seems to call his hound About these woods Sil. Melampo Sogh hogh hogh Dor. It is the very voice of Silvio Happy Dorinda to whom Heav'n hath sent The self same thing in search whereof I went I 'll hide the dog with that he holds so deer I may chance buy his love Lupino Lup. Here. Dor. Go take this dog and hide thee hereabout Conceiv'st thou me Lup. I do Dor. But come not out Untill I call Lup. I wo'n't Dor. Nay quickly man Lup. And do thou quickly take some order than That if the dog should have a hungry fit He may not swallow me up at a bit Dor. A Coward Hence Sil. O whither shall I steer My wretched steps to follow thee my deer Faithfull Melampo over hill and plain Till I am tir'd and foundred I in vain Have hunted for thee Cursed be the Doe Thou follow'dst But behold a Nymph may know Some news of him O vile encounter This Is she who with her importunities Torments me still but there 's no remedy Save patience now Fair Nymph didst thou see my Faithfull Melampo whom I slipt while-ere After a Doe Dor. I Silvio fair I fair Why dost thou call me fair if that I be Not fair in thy eyes Sil. Fair or fowl didst see My dog Answer me that if not I go Dor. So harsh to her adores thee Silvio Who would beleeve in that sweet shape could nest So sowr a soul Thou follow'st a wild beast That flyes thee over rocks and for a curre Vexest thy body and thy minde but her That follows thee and thy content doth prize Above the world thou fly'st and dost despise Ah! do not follow a wild flying Doe Let not a tame one caught already goe Do not unbind her Sil. Nymph I came in search Of my Melampo not to hear thee preach Adieu Dor. O fly not cruell Silvio I 'll tell thee news of thy Melampo Sil. Goe Thou mockst Dorinda Dor. By that love I swear That makes me Silvio's servant I know where He is Thou sayst he did a Doe pursue Sil. He did and straight I lost them both from view Dor. The Dog and Doe then at this present time Are in my pow'r Sil. In thy pow'r Dor. Yes in mine 'T was that I said Dost thou think much that shee Should love thy Dog ungratefull who loves thee Sil. My deer Dorinda give 'em to me straight Dor. Out Shittle-cock I 'm come to a fine state When beasts endeer me to thee But indeed My heart thou gettst them not without some meed Sil. And reason good I 'll give thee Let me see I 'll cousen her Dor. What wilt thou give to me Sil. Two fair Queen-apples I will give to thee Which my own fairer Mother gave to me The other day Dor. For apples I want none I could give thee two fairer of my own And sweeter too but that thou carest not For what I give Sil. Then wouldst thou have a goat Or Lambkin but my Father will not let Me make so bold with what is his as yet Dor. Nor Goat nor Lambkin do I care to have Thee onely Silvio and thy love I crave Sil. My love No more Dor. No more Sil. I g'it thee so Give me my Dog deer Nymph now and my Doe Dor. Ah that thou knewst the worth of what thou art So bounteous of and spak'st now from thy heart Sil. Nymph mark my words I finde thou talkst to me Still of a thing call'd Love what this should be I know not thou wouldst have me love thee and I doe as farre as I can understand With all my heart thou call'st me cruell I Am ignorant of what is crueltie How should I please thee Dor. In whom hop'st thou poor Dorinda whence dost thou expect thy cure From
tore And murther'd Orpheus so on Hebrus shore As they had thee unlesse her clemencie Whom thou call'st cruell now had rescu'd thee But she is not so cruell as she ought To be for if when she is cruell thought Thy boldnesse is so great what would it be If she were judged pitifull by thee That honest pitie which I could I gave Other it is in vain for thee to crave Or hope for amorous pitie she can ill Bestow who gave it all to one that will Give her none back If thou my Lover be Love my good name my life my honestie Thou seek'st impossibles I am a ward To Heav'n Earth watches me and my reward If I transgresse is death but most of all Vertue defends me with a brasen wall For she that is protected by her honour Scorns there should be a safer guard upon her Look to thy safety then and do not give Battell to me Mirtillo fly and live If thou be wise For out of sense of smart T' abandon life argues but a faint heart And 't is the part of vertue to abstain From what we love if it will prove our bane Mir. He that no longer can resist must yeeld Am. Where vertue is all passions quit the field Mir. Love triumphs over vertue Am. Let that man That cannot what he will will what he can Mir. Necessitie of loving hath no law Am. Love 's wounds will heal which salves of absence draw Mir. We fly in vain what we about us carry Am. Love drives out love like following billows Marry Mir. Strange levitie in me thou dost presume Am. If all wayes fail time will thy love consume Mir. But first my love will have consumed me Am. Is there no cure then for thy malady Mir. No cure at all but that which death affords Am. Death let me speak then and be sure these words Be as a charm unto thee though I know When Lovers talk of dying it doth show An amorous custome rather of the tongue Then a resolve of minde continuing long To do 't indeed yet if thou ere shouldst take So strange a frenzie know when thou dost make Away thy self thou murtherst my fame too Live then if thou dost love me and adieu I shall esteem thee henceforth most discreet If thou take care we two may never meet Mir. Sad doom without my life how can I live Or without death end to my torments give Am. Mirtillo 'T is high time thou wentst away Thou hast already made too long a stay Be gone and take this cordiall along Of hopelesse Lovers there 's a numerous throng There is no wound but carries with it pain And there are others may of love complain Mir. I know I 'm not the only man hath lost His Love but onely wretched I am tost 'Twixt life and death of whom it may be sed That I am neither living nor yet dead Am. Be gone be gone Mir. O wofull parting O End of my dayes from thee how can I go And yet not dye The pangs of death I 'm sure I feel and all that parting souls endure For mine 't is past into my griefs Hence I Have ceas'd to live those live immortally Scena quarta AMARILLIS MIrtillo O Mirtillo couldst thou see That heart which thou condemn'st of cruelty Soul of my soul thou unto it wouldst show That pity which thou begg'st from it I know O ill starr'd Lovers what avails it me To have thy love T' have mine what boots it thee Whom Love hath joyn'd why dost thou separate Malitious Fate And two divorc'd by Fate Why joyn'st thou perverse Love How blest are you Wild beasts that are in loving ty'd unto No lawes but those of Love whilst humane lawes Inhumanely condemn us for that cause O why if this be such a naturall And powerfull passion was it capitall Nature too frail that do'st with Law contend Law too severe that Nature do'st offend But what they love but little who death fear Ah my Mirtillo would to heav'n that were The onely penaltie Vertue which art The bindingst Law to an ingenuous heart This inclination which in me I feel Lanc'd with the sharp point of thy holy steel To thee I sacrifice and pardon deer Mirtillo her that 's onely cruell where She must not pitie Pardon thy fierce foe In looks and words but in her heart not so Or if addicted to revenge thou be What greater vengeance canst thou take on me Then thine own grief for if thou be my heart As in despight of Heaven and Earth thou art Thy sighs my vitall spirits are the flood Of tears which follows is my vitall blood And all these pangs and all these groans of thine Are not thy pangs are not thy groans but mine Scena quinta CORISCA AMARILLIS Cor. SIster no more dissembling Am. Woe is me I am discovered Cor. I heard all now see Was I a Witch I did believe my Heart Thou wert in love now I am sure thou art And would'st thou keep 't from me thy closet tush This is a common evill never blush Am. Corisca I am conquer'd I confess 't Cor. No now I know 't deny it thou wert best Am. Alas I knew a womans heart would prove Too small a vessell for o're-flowing love Cor. Cruell to thy Mirtillo but unto Thy self much more Am. 'T is cruelty that grew From pitie Cor. Poyson ne're was known to grow From wholsom root What diff'rence canst thou show 'Twixt such a crueltie as doth offend And such a pitie as no help will lend Am. Ay mee Corisca Cor. 'T is a vanitie Sister to sigh an imbecillitie Of mind and tastes too much of woman Am. Wer 't Not crueller to nourish in his heart A hopelesse love To fly him is a signe I have compassion of his case and mine Cor. But why a hopelesse love Am. Do'st thou not know I am contracted unto Silvio Do'st thou not know besides what the Law saith 'T is death in any woman that breaks faith Cor. O fool and is this all stands in thy way Whether is ancienter with us I pray The Law of Dian or of Love this last Is born with us and it growes up as fast As we do Amarillis 't is not writ Nor taught by Masters Nature printed it In humane hearts with her own powerfull hand Both Gods and men are under Loves command Am. But if that Law my life away should take Can this of Love a restitution make Cor. Thou art too nice if women all were such And on these scruples should insist so much Good dayes adieu I hold them simple souls Will live obnoxious to such poor comptrolls Lawes are not for the wise if to be kind Should merit death Iove help the cruell mind But if fools fall into those snares 't is fit They be forbid to steal who have not wit To hide their theft For honestie is but An art an honest glosse on vice to put Think others as they list thus I conceive Am. These rotten grounds
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
bounteous heav'n Cor. But see Ergasto's here How opportunely doth he now appear Erg. At such a time let every living thing Heav'n Earth Air Fire the whole world laugh and sing To hell it self let our full joyes extend And there the torments of the damn'd suspend Cor. What rapture 's this Er. Blest woods whose murmuring voyce When we lamented did lament rejoyce At our joyes too and wag as many tongues As you have leaves now dancing to the songs Of the pleas'd Birds and musick of the Air Which rings with our delight Sing of a pair Of noble Lovers the felicitie Unparalell'd Cor. He doth speak certainly Of Silvio and Dorinda Every thing I see would live How soon the shallow spring Of tears dryes up with us but the swoln river Of gladnesse tarries with the longer liver Of Amarillis who is dead there 's now No more discourse the onely care is how To laugh with them that laugh and t is well done Each man hath too much sorrow of his own Whither so glad Ergasto dost thou go Unto a Wedding happily Erg. I do Indeed Hast heard Corisca then the wonder O' th' two blest Lovers was 't not strange Cor. I underStood it of Linco now with joy of heart Which my great grief doth mitigate in part For the sad death of Amarillis Erg. How Whom dost thou speak of or speak I thinkst thou Cor. Why of Dorinda and of Silvio Erg. What Silvio what Dorinda Dost not know Then what hath past My joy its linage drawes From a more high stupendious noble Cause Of Amarillis and Mirtillo I Discourse the happiest Pair that this day frye Under the torrid Zone of Love Cor. Is not Then Amarillis dead Ergasto Erg. What Death She 's alive glad beauteous and a Wife Cor. Thou mock'st me Shepherd Er. No upon my life Cor. Was she not then condemn'd Er. She was 't is true But presently she was acquitted too Cor. Do I dream this or dost thou dreams relate Erg. Stay here a little thou shalt see her straight Come with her faithful and most fortunate Mirtillo from the temple where they 're now And interchanged have their Nuptiall vow Towards Montano's of the bitter root Of their long Loves to gather the sweet fruit O hadst thou seen mens joyes spring in their eyes If thou hadst heard the musick of their cryes The temple's still as full as it can hold Of numbers numberlesse Men women old Young Prelates Laymen are confounded there Together and distracted cannot bear Their joy With wonder every one doth run To see the happy couple every one Adores them every one embraces them Their pity one extols another's theme Their constant faith is or those graces giv'n To them by Nature or infus'd from Heav'n The laund the dale the mountain and the plain Resound the faithfull Shepherd's glorious name O happy happy Lover to become From a poor Swain almost a God so soon From death to life whilst I speak this to passe And change a winding-sheet which ready was For a remote despair'd-of Nuptiall Though it be much Corisca is not all But to enjoy her whom he seem'd t' injoy In dying for her her who would destroy Her selfe not to excuse but share his Fate His Mate in life and not in death his Mate This is such joy such ravishing joy is this As doth exceed all we can fancie Blisse And dost not thou rejoyce and apprehend A joy for Amarillis that 's thy Friend As great as that which I doe for my true Mirtillo Cor. Yes dost thou not see I doe Erg. O! if thou hadst present been Amarillis to have seen As the pledge of Faith when she Gave her hand to him and he As the pledge of Love did either Give or receive I know not whether A sweet inestimable kisse Surely thou hadst dy'd of blisse There was Scarlet there were Roses All the colours all the posies Art or Nature ere did mix Were excell'd by her pure cheeks Cover'd with a waving shield By her blushing Beauty held Stain'd with blood which did provoke From the striker a new stroke And shee coy and nice in show Seem'd to shun that shee might so With more pleasure meet the blow Leaving it in doubt if that Kisses were ravish'd or not With such admirable Art 'T was in part bestow'd in part Snatch'd from her And that disdain Which she did so sweetly fain Was a willing No an Act Mixt of Conquest and Compact Such a coming in her flying As shew'd yeelding in denying Such sweet anger at th' abuse In forcing her as forc'd him use That force again such art to crave The thing she would not yet would have As drew him the faster on To snatch that which would be gone O heav'nly kisse Corisca I Can no longer hold God bu'y I 'le marry too The Powr's above Give no true joy to men but Love Cor. If he Corisca have told truth this day Quite cures thy wits or takes them quite away Scena nona Chorus of Shepherds CORISCA AMARILLIS MIRTILLO Cho. HOly Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The Earth hath not A more happy loving pair Both of them Divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. Ay me Ergasto told me true I see This is the fruits wretch of thy vanitie O thoughts O wishes as unjust as vain And fond Would I an innocent have slain To compasse my unbridled will So blind So cruell was I Who doth now unbind Mine eyes Ah wretch what do I see my sin With the mask off just as 't is here within Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot See thou Faithfull Shepherd where After many a briny tear After many a stormy blast Thou art landed now at last Is not this behold her shee Heav'n and Earth deny'd to thee And thy cruell Destinie And her Icie Chastitie And thy degree so far beneath And 〈◊〉 Contract and thy Death Yet Mirtillo loe shee 's thine That sweet face those eyes divine Brest and hands and all that thou See'st and hear'st and touchest now And so often hast in vain Sigh'd for now thou dost obtain As thy constant Love's reward Yet thy lips hath silence barr'd Mir. ' Cannot speak I do not know Whether I 'm alive or no. Or if these things reall be Which I seem to hear and see Sweetest Amarillis mine For my soul is lodg'd in thine I from thee would gladly know Tell me Love are these things so Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. But why do you you still about me stay Arts to deceive the world arts to betray The body's robes but the souls rags For one I 'm sure shee 's cousen'd by you and undone Pack hence and as from worms ye had your birth Return to
worms and strew your grandame earth Once ye were weapons of lascivious Love But now the trophies of fair Vertue prove Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The Earth hath not A more happy loving pair Both of them Divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. What stick'st thou at Corisca 't is a day Of Pardons this then ask without dismay What dost thou dread no punishment what-ere Can fall so heavie as thy fault lies here Fair and happy pair the Love Of us here and those above If all earthly Pow'r this day To your conquering Fates give way Let her likewise Homage doe To your conquering Fates and you Who all earthly Pow'r imploy'd To have made their Ord'nance voyd Amarillis true it is He had mine who had thy heart But thou onely hast gain'd his 'Cause thou onely worthy art Thou enjoy'st the loyall'st Lad Living and Mirtillo thou The best Nymph the world ere had From the birth of Time till now I the touch-stone was to both Try'd her chastitie his troth But thou Courteous Nymph before Thou on me thy anger powre Look but on thy Bridegrooms Face Something thou wilt spy therein That will force thee to shew grace As it forced mee to sin For so sweet a Lovers sake Upon love no vengeance take But since thou the flames dost prove Pardon thou the fault of Love Am. I do not onely pardon but respect Thee as my friend regarding the effect And not the cause For poysons if they make Us well the name of soveraign Med'cines take And painfull lancings for that cause are dear So whether friend or foe or whatso e're Thou wert to me in purpose and intent Yet my Fate us'd thee as her instrument To work my blisse and that 's enough for me 'T was a good Treason a blest Fallacy I 'm sure And if thou please to grace our Feast And to rejoyce with us thou art my guest Cor. Thy pardon is to me a better feast A greater joy my conscience now at rest Mir. And I all faults 'gainst me can pardon wel But this long stop Cor. Joys on you both Farewell Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Scena decima MIRTILLO AMARILLIS Chorus of Shepherds Mir. AM I so wedded then to grief and anguish That in the midst of joy too I must languish Was not this tedious pomp enough delay But I must meet too my old Remora Corisca Am. Thou art wondrous hasty Mir. O My treasure yet I am not sure but go In fear of robbing still till as my Spouse I doe possesse thee in my Fathers house To tell thee true me thinks I fare like one Who dreams of wealth and ever and anon Fears that his golden sleep will break and he Be wak'd a beggar I would gladly be Resolv'd by some more pregnant proof that this Sweet waking now is not a dream of blisse Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The earth hath not A more happy loving pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot CHORUS O Happy couple that hath sown in Tears And reaps in Comfort What a foil your fears Prove to your joyes Blind Mortals learn from hence Learn yee effeminate the difference Betwixt true goods and false All is not joy That tickles us Nor is all that annoy That goes down bitter True joy is a thing That springs from Vertue after suffering FINIS Presented TO HIS HIGHNESSE THE PRINCE OF WALES At his going into the West Ann. M.DC.XLV Together with CESAR'S COMMENTARIES Sir NOw that your Father with the World's applause Imployes your early Valour in his Cause Set Cesar's glorious Acts before your sight And know the man that could so doe and write View him in all his postures see him mix Terrour with love Morals with Politicks That courage which when fortune ebb'd did flow Which never trampled on a prostrate Foe Admire and emulate Before hee fought Observe how Peace by him was ever sought How bloodlesse Victories best pleas'd him still Grieving as oft as he was forc'd to kill How most religiously he kept his word And conquer'd more that way then by the sword In whom was all wee in a King could crave Except that Right which you shall one day have Yet think Sir it imports you to make good With all his worth the title of your blood Presented TO HIS HIGHNESSE In the the West Ann. Dom. 1646 GRow Royall Plant born for your Country's good The hoped cure of our great flux of blood That Vnion and that peacefull golden Age which to your Grandsire ancient Bards presage And we suppos'd fulfill'd in Him appears By Fate reserved for your riper yeers And Thou self-hurt since that half-Vnion more Then ever Britain thou hadst been before Raise thy dejected head bind up thy hair With peacefull Olive all those things repair Which fire and sword deface and call agen To their spoyl'd mansions thy fled Husbandmen They need not fear to come this Prince's Starrs Promise an end to all our Civill Warrs Never shall English Scots nor Scots again Infest the English with dire feuds and stain Their swords in brothers blood thy Towns lay waste But their hands prompt to War henceforth make haste To clasp in an eternall League And You Blest Parents of a blessed Son add to His great Birth equall Breeding Civill Arts To Arts of Warre and Pietie to Parts No Ship the Rudder so much turns and windes As Princes manners do their Peoples mindes Not Prisons penall Lawes sharp Whips severe Axes with all the instruments of fear Can so constrain as the dumb eloquence Of Vertue and the love and reverence Of a well-govern'd Scepter shall perswade Their wils by great Examples eas'ly sway'd As when th' Arabian Phoenix doth return From his perfumed cradle his Sires Urn Where e're he flyes the feather'd people throng With acclamations to salute the young Admired King not for his purple Seares And golden Pounce the Regall marks hee bears Nor that he 's rarely seen but 'cause he brings His Fathers honour'd ashes on his wings And funerall odours that it may be known He climb'd not till his death his spicie throne This Pietie a Vertue understood By brutes attracts them such a sense of good Nature that heav'nly Steward doth dispense To every living thing that hath but sense So do the People fix their eyes upon The King admire love honour Him alone In Him as in a glasse their manners view And frame and copie what they see Him doe That which the murdring Cannon cannot force Nor plumed Squadrons of steel-glittering Horse Love can In this the People strive t' out-doe The King and when they find they 're lov'd love too They serve because they need not serve and if A good Prince slack the reins they make them stiffe And of their own accords invite that yoke Which if inforc't on them they would have broke And Hee again with this more tender grown More Father of his People on his owne Shoulders assumes their burthens beats the way Which they must tread and is the first t' obey What he commands to pardon others prone Inexorable to himself alone Neither in Diet Clothes nor Train will He Exceed those banks should bound ev'n Majesty Nor rush like beasts to Venus but confine His chast desires to his own geniall Vine Who will with Silks his manly limbs un-nerve That sees domestick Wooll his Soveraign serve Who can the married bed too narrow think Which holds a King or drown himself in drink Under a sober Prince who 'l dare t' import Beyond-sea vices to infect a Court And make his body with excesse and ease A sink to choak his soul in when he sees A Monarch curb his pleasures and suppresse Those weeds which make a Man a Wildernesse Such golden Tiber saw the peacefull Throne Of holy Numa that of Solomon Palmie Euphrates 'T was not the keen blade Or the thick quilted numerous Legion made Those Thrones secure 'T was not the warlike Steed Nor the sythe-armed Chariots furious speed But Wisdome Mercy which no harm will cause And Majestie fenc'd with unarmed Lawes Whilest that great Captain who the World had quell'd And those proud Lords that Rome in bondage held By steel or poyson ended their short date Of pow'r and blood with blood did expiate Frank Nature never gave a better thing Nor ever will to men then a good King In whom his own true Image God doth place This whether Kings shall in themselves deface By ougly Vice or other men by wit Or force demolish God will punish it As a high Sacriledge and will not see Himself abused in Effigie So cruell Nero fierce Domitian so And the Sicilian Tirants whilst they throw Dirt in their Makers face with their black deeds Are from the earth cut off they and their seeds So those rebellious servants that durst joyn Against their Lords and impious Cataline That strove to wrest the sword from them to whom It was committed by the Lawes of Rome Pursu'd to fury and despair did make Hard shift by a most wretched death to shake Their loathed lives off leaving on their name The blot and brand of never-dying shame These lessons let his tender yeers receive His riper practise And let him believe 'T is not so much both Indies to command As first to rule himself and then a Land FINIS Pag. 82. lin 12. for love read lose pag. 147. l. 5. for more read worse * Buchanan in his Genethliacon to King Iames out of which this is taken