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
Glorious Inscriptions Arts ornaments •ayt Truth to disguise onely on prosprous Fate Such Traines from Iauning mercenary witts His Fortune or his Temper not besitts No Judge praeposest if approu'd his Fame Shall wante no other Monument but his Name 〈…〉 ASTRAEA OR True Love's Myrrour A PASTORAL Composed BY LEONARD WILLAN GENT. Pace floret Amor Humilitate Innocentia LONDON Printed by R. White for Henry Cripps and Lodowick Lloyd and are to be sold at their Shop in Popes-Head-Alley 1651. TO The Illustrious Princess MARY Dutches of Richmond and Lennox Madam THis figurative Star presented to your view no sooner formed generally distinguishable to our Horison becoming suddenly obscured by the Eclipses of those greater Lights from whom essentially it should have had both Influence and Lustre hath mov'd concealed many years till now by the Reflection of your affinitive eminence in Vertue and Beauty It hath presumed to assume a Being more communicable Reject not Madam the Access hereof because transacted to your hand by so despicable an Introducer It soly is your Property not only by the advantage of Worth in civil rights of Honour and Respect your Present but by the advantage of Similitude in rule of Dialect your proper Attribute The pretended perfection of Astraea's Vertue and Beauty intitled her to a celestial Figure the essential Graces whereof in you shall really translate you to so transcendent a Glory that those refulgent Lights are thereof but imperfect Shadows Those Objects of true Love figured in her so happily to encounter as perfect a subject to receive their Impressions and mutually communicate the like effects to the forming of one mysterious Union are visibly exprest in the admired ravishing and harmonious agreement of your Hymeneal Amitie Astraea is figured to discend from noble Progeny who to avoid the Military Fury of debording Multitudes which passing frequently through Gaule descended like an irresistible Torrent on the Roman Empire were constrained to betake them to the humble Sanctuary of a Pastorical condition This Circumstance will meet no trivial Analogie in the Eminence of your Extraction and Consequence of your present Rural Retreat So that with permission may evidently be concluded that in reference to your Natural perfections Civil Transactions or Accidental Occurrence Astraea may in equity presume to be either your Type Parallel or Character Disdain not Madam her Resemblance in respect of the Humility figured in her condition since 't is the perfect'st and most proper Note of her Nobility which where divided shew the Original of such ostentive Attributes with what glorious Titles soever illustrated had but a reproachful Acquisition And although your vertues need no other Monument but their own perfection to constitute their Memory eternal yet since Fortune is the chiefest Agitator in humane Occurrences whose Power is still exercis'd in opposition of such eminent Faculties your Counterfeit in Astraea may happily outlast your marble Epitaph or Figure If so It soly is the Crown and Glory of his Enterprise whose vanity can aspire to no higher Honour then to survive the Malice of his Fate in his unworthy Ministry to your Fame under the Title of Your Graces Humble Servant LEO WILLAN Persons Represented Adamas a Priest Lindamor Lover to Galataea a Noble man Ligdamon a Noble man Lover to Sylva Paris alias Ergaste supposed son to Adamas but son to Bellinda Celadon a Shepherd Lover to Astraea Sylvander a Shepherd Lover to Diana Lycidas a Shepherd Lover to Phillis brother to Celadon Tyrsis a Shepherd who laments the loss of Cleon. Hylas a Shepherd an inconstant Lover Bellinda Mother to Diana Galataea Princess of the Country Leonida one of her Nymphs Niece to Adamas Sylva one of Galataea's Nymphs Astraea Shepherdesses Diana Shepherdesses Phillis Shepherdesses Leonice a Shepherdess in Love with Tyrsis Stella a Shepherdess the last Mistris of Hylas The Scene THe frontispiece is a wreath of fresh Foliage much like the enterance into a close Alley the tops whereof interlac'd represent the perfect figure of an Arch at whose intersection is a kind of knot whereon is enscribed in letters of gold FOREST over which two little Cupidons by either hand support a Garland little distant from the same At either foot hereof is plac'd on little pedistals the figure of a Shepherd and Shepherdess the one in a pretty posture merrily playing on a Flute the other very intentively ordring her scatter'd flowrs in form of a Garland To which succeeds in prospective order close united Trees which by degrees o•retop each other the former not much exceeding the height of a man through which the sight is conveyed to a very fair Palace at foot whereof runneth a winding stream the Canopy of the whole a Serene Skie THe Scene being a pretty while discovered appears at far end thereof a Shepherdess with a little Dog parried in Ribbons of several colours when sodainly privately within are heard sundry voices one answering the other till each have sung his part at the end whereof all joyn their voices each voice is so ordered as may seem far distant from the Auditors and a like distant from each other SONG Sung by a Mean WHen Days bright Star appears Th' ayrie Choristers fill our Ears With cheerful Melodie Our earthly Star say say Like Tribute now shall we not pay In our best Harmony A Treble answers Yes yes alas we prise But to behold her beauteous Eys Aurora's lesser Light See see how envious Shame With blushie Guilt her Cheeks doth stain To see our Star more bright A Base answers Shepherds your Flocks unfold These glorious Beams you now behold Their Enemies disarm Whose savage Rage with fear Allaies you Star i' th upper Sphere This with Love beauties Charme All Those dreaming Shadows leave Your Fancies which deceive Your stupid Souls awak If true Ioys you 'l partake Or thus in Dialogue by a Treble and a Base SONG 1. WHat Star is that shoots through the Skie 2. Blind Shepherd 't is Astraea's Eye 1. How like approaching Day she clears the calm smiling Aire 2. Yet where she appears threats clouds of dark dispair 1. Clear'd by pure Fire 2. Or consum'd by rash Desire 1. A blest Death 2. By her Breath Our Souls so to expire Both Let 's mix our Voices each agree Merrily yield her his Liberty 1. Vnto her Altars Flowers bring 2. There dwelleth everlasting Spring 1. In Love's mysterious Orders see that they ranked be 2. She may in them read our silent Elegie 1. In Garlands woond 2. Wherewith then our Summets crown'd 1. We gladly 2. So may die Her Victims without wound Both Let 's mix our Voices all agree Merrily yield her our Liberty Which ended the Shepherdess avanceth to the Frontispiece of the Scene ERRATA PAge 4. line 6. read now no time p. 32. l. 1. r. Fate 's p. 49. l. 5. r. still keeping p. 53. l. 7. r. How Mistris p. 91. l. 25. r. her Orb. p. 93. l. 8. r. be Reproach p. 93. l. 23. r. yet know
p. 99. l. 3. r. on Bounties p. 100. l. 7. r. doth spring p. 102. l. 3. r. their Summons p. 102. l 5. r. not pretend p. 103. l. 17. r. laying waste p. 111. l. 18. r. did draw Scene 1. Act. 1. Astraea CEase Shepheards cease your Praises flatt'ring bait Deceives our Sex but through our self Conceipt I am become distastful to my Sence You lose your Purpose in a vain Pr•tence If otherwhise I glori'd in your Fame 'T was but to fann my Lovers gentle Flame Which now 's extinguisht with a new Desire Leaving my faln Hopes to their fun'rall fire You that in Princes Palaces reside With wealth and honors to be dignifi'd Y 'ave some Pretence when with obsequ'ous Phrase On weak Believers you your Ends do raise On my abus'd Faith what can any gain Save from my Weakness more reproachfull Stain • shamefull Conquest 't is by wyle t' erect • Trophy there where Innocence blinds Suspect You Gods not to capitulate your Will •ut it enlightened better to fulfill •ay why oh why did your first Law inspire •v'n senseless things with this myster'ous Fire Which we call Love Was 't not in Peace to tie •ach disagreeing part by Harmonie •ach might by Nature's hid propensi'on know What it supports what it doth overthrow Which else would head long rushing to their End The rafters of this well fram'd World distend How come's it then that Reason hath less pow'r What you gave to preserve doth me devour It seems that Reason in this corrupt state Forsaking Nature doth prevaricate But why him clad in Natures best array As if through finest Lawn you would display Your purest Essences obviou••o Sense Which to all Fancies else were too immense Since he so much degen'rates from their kind In so fair Form bearing so false a Mind As Mortals you your best works do not use Our facile Faiths the sooner to abuse She lying on the Bank which is raised with a little hollow to present a •ivulet cals •er Dog to •er Rather thus much this seems to intimate Ingratefull Man all Ties will violate Come my Melampo Gratefull more art thou Who only Natures motives dost allow Celadon With equall rev'rence as the swarthy Lay Bow 's to the early messenger of day I offer at thy shrine a purer Flame Then his to whom they Homage for the same You Gods allow 't since in her milder Eye Y 'ave rais'd a Throne more fit your Deitie Why shrowd's those beams like to a sullen Morn When with contracted Clouds she threats a Storm Astraea S•• rises Thy fain'd Ignorance doth thy self accuse Whilst with thy Craft thou wouldst me twice abuse Could else thy Souls so oft vow'd Unity Cease to inform thee by Loves Sympathie But since th' estrang'd Thoughts have that Vertue spilt Look in thine Heart and learn it of thy Guilt Celadon If yet to try my never fading Love This Anger thou put'st on invent and prove If thou would'st have me die my Sentence give And I shall think it ev'n a Crime to live Astraea Whereas the Truth so plainly doth appear We need no farther Proofs our doubts to clear For Punishment no pow'r is in my Breath Thy Life will make it greater then thy Death Celadon Thy Cruelty speaks truth in that yet stay She seems to flie fro• him who holds her and kne•ls My Life my Death give ear what I shall say For unknown Crimes no pardon I pretend 'T is guilt unpardonable thee but t' offend Severest Ex'cution do not defer Sure I deserv't for sure thou canst not err Astraea Unskilfull is that Pilot 'gainst one shelf And by th' same storm haps twice to loose himself Disloyall wretch till bid no more come nigh She forces her s•l• from •im The vastest compass of my mournful eye Celadon Stay stay shee 's gone and all of her me left Is this poor Riband her Force made my Theft Me kiss•• it Sacred Relique of my departed Saint Be not offended with my just Constraint But in my all of all forsaken death Witness to whose lov'd will I yield my breath He ties it t• his •rm Let no rude hand from this part ere thee force But •e thou still the Orn'ment of my Co•rse And if the curious World do seek to know •e c•st• himself into a little descending place representing a River Astraea being retir'd •o •e•rken what •e would say comes back with je•lousie to see what was become of him She seeing him fall into the River •als upon the bank thereof and so ro••s into the same place where he •ell How or for what I dy'd do thou it show Astraea My jealous fear thus hasteth my return The more I seem to quench the more I burn I was too harsh to hear him I denide Let 's haste to help 't is now time to chide Lycidas Phillis encounter Lycidas WHat wanton God pursues thy flying Fear Making more Beauties then thou wouldst appear Let these mine arms thy Sanctuary be No violence here but what proceeds from thee Phillis H•stily and in some dist••ction Licidas well met let'• haste from yonder wall I saw a Shepheard in the River fall Lycidas Whereabouts was 't observ'd you well Phillis Here here The sad Object of my ill-boding Fear They li•• her up who seems to come to he• 〈◊〉 Astraea oh my dear companion speak Or to associate Thine my Heart shall break Astraea Why doth untimely Charity affright My resting Soul with horror of the light Natures decree enjoyneth but one Death Why force you me surrender twice my breath Lycidas thy brother from the proud Stream save Or these sad Floulds yield me a second Grave She se••s • w•ep Phillis Courage my dear Companion kinder Fate In this your safeguard seems to cease his hate Scene 2. Act 1. AFter some intermission three Nymphs appear on the Scene their heads crown'd with garlands The sleeves of their garments turn'd up above the elbow from whence fals a fine transparent lawn plated and frows'd towards the hand whereto with bracelets of pearl they seem fastned with gilt Quivers by their sides And each an ivory bow in her hand the lower part of the garment turn'd up on their hips which discovers their gilt buskins to the mid-leg Galatea Leonida Sylva Leonida THis sure 's the place see how th' impetuous Brook Seems that outlying Bank to over-look Then turning swiftly in his am'rous Chase Doth ev'n with clasped arms the Shelf embrace Consider well that little •uft of Trees How well toth ' glasses Figure it agrees Galatea Yet is this unfrequented place in sense Unlike to satisfie our chief Pretence Sylva 'T is not without appearance for no Tree The glass did represent we here not see Galatea Well since this seems most likely to the place Let 's for the issue here attend a space Sylva Pointing with •er hand •iscovers Cead•n in the River See! how that shepheard hangeth o're the deep As rekeless of his life he seems asleep Galatea Peace Sylva
he in Mirth did so much overflow Who said our Shepherds Glory's wed to day And 't is our universal Holiday A secret Fear seis'd my distracted Sense Presaging strait without Intelligence That it Diana was which true I found VVhen of his Mirth he had disclos'd the Ground Cruel Diana did thy command intend To witness this should be deferr'd my End But 't is no Time for Plaints both Heav'n and thee Do glut your selves with your slow Cruelty Yet stay what shall the welcome Agent be Or Sword or Floud in neither 's Certainty I le to you Heav'n neighb'ring Mountains summit And where he do•h his head out hanging jet I will precipitate my self to Dust And make my hasty Execution just He that pretends to such Divinitie Must fall like him who to the Heav'ns would flie Alexis discovers her self and holds him Alexis Stay thy rash Execution yet a while Of thy charitable Office not beguile In Mis'ry thy Companion Sylvander Celadon For such disguis'd thou we•'t to me made known Alexis And such I am Sylvander Wherein can I thee aid Who to my own Misfortunes am betray'd Alexis If that my own Griefs had left any room For an Increase they greater would become Let thy Favor give to my Grave a Peace And from me bid m'incensed Brother cease His renew'd Enmity t' Astraea's Race Whose Command dying tell her I imbrace And will revive to all Posterity The forbid Fountain of Loves Verity With my own Death wherein she plain shall see My Love most priz'd by that Divinity Sylvander I envy this thy Glory and do blame My self I thought not to attempt the same Like Charity I must request of you That which you sought of me to me now shew Admit me Partner to your Enterprise From you the Glory only shall arise Alexis Preserve thy Vertue to a greater End It may a Nation nay a World defend Sylvander I must not leave you Alexis They 〈◊〉 Nor must be deny'd VVith thee 't is Glory Glory to divide Scene 2. Act 5. Astraea Diana Astraea WHile yet Death's elder brother doth exact His welcome Tributes with Death we contract Hid with the Vale of yet unmasked Night From all Attachments we secure our Flight Yet by fair Cynthia's glim'ring light we see I judge this our intended Path should be Diana How hardy Love the frailty doth subdue Of our weak Sex No Fear doth us pursue Th' horror of Night unguarded and alone Dismaies us not because no Evil known Astraea Such are thy happy Suff'rings but my Guilt Is onely clear'd when for 't my Bloud is spilt Thou art not faulty cause anothers Force Not thine as mine wrought thy fair Loves Divorce 'T is just for it that I should onely die Diana Envy me not in Death Society Thine own Words plead thy Life all do agree That Victyms spotless innocent should be Astraea And such shall make me these repentant Floods She seems to weep Desist to dye needless are both our Bloods One onely of our Sex must satisfie Of true Loves Fountain the Divinity Whose VVisdome will provide a Lover fit For the Releasment worthy to submit Diana With your Pardon why should it not be I My Heart tels me it feels an Amity •s such as is requir'd a faithful pair Of t•e most perfect Lovers ever were VVhose only Death 's the secret Charm unties Astraea Disputes are vain to make known Amities Fair Diana the Gods betwixt us judge Who will I hope preserve thee Diana Do not grudg• Me thy fair Glory thus but to partake Astraea Love in his Glory will no Rival make Our diff'rence ends see see the new born day The fountains discovered they approach Astraea first kneels The Fountains figure to us doth display All pow'rful Love who Nature do'st preserve But me destroy'st unband thee and observe As my pure Love is perfect in thine Eyes Receive me worthy for thy Sacrifice T' appease thine Ire this Fountain to set free And render Lovers thy hid Mysterie Diana She kneels Thou divine pow'r of Love I need not tell My Love is perfect for thou know'st it well Command thy Lions insensible to be To fair Astraea spare her sweet Beauty Else you destroy the Power you have got Amongst Mortals your Name will be forgot Your Temples rac't your Tapers no more shine Your Altars smoke nor you no more divine Accept my Death your Anger to asswage I yield my Corps to satisfie their Rage Astraea Dear Diana wrong not your self and me 'T is ev'n herein your own preheminency That pleads your preservation if the Gods Be just and can distinguish Beauties odds Therefore I do again your Pow'rs implore Preserve her and preserve your Treasures store She kneels again Diana would kneel but is withheld by Astraea They imbrace one another and fall one 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 side of the fountain the other on the other fa•• asleep No more I do conjure thee by our Love 'Gainst my Desire and Peace the Gods not move Alexis Sylvander Alexis Each Mountains pride with new gilt Crown appears And fair Aurora hath dry'd up her Tears Let us renew our Speed I fear some sent In search of us should our Design prevent Ha! Astraea Sylvander They draw nigh the fountain and discover Astrea and Di••• Good Gods Diana see Alexis Or doth Heav'n mock our weak Humanity If she you Gods why grant you such Repose To her unjustly caus'd me mine to lose Sylvander What hath ye hither brought ye beaut'ous Pair Was it again our Lives to reinsnare They are become your Triumphs and your Spoils Cease yet again thus to renew their Broils Alexis Kneels You Soul-charming Power unclose her Eye Not to appease but see her Cruelty You do withhold an Object more would please Then doth this your untimely flatt'ring Ease But you know better it doth her delight Thus to deprive me of her loved Sight In vain I you implore Astraea hath shown Div'nities now insensible are grown Sylvander Thou fair Inchainer of my Soul receive Kisses Diana My last Farewel And do not me bereave Thy blest Mem'ry VVhich Favor if thou give I shall not dye but in thee still shall live Kisses her hand Fil'd with those Joys which Mortals do recite When to the Gods they shall themse•ves unite Alexis Kisses Astrea The like Farewel to thee thou glorious Pride Of her that fram'd thee now we must divide But to what Heav'n so ever I do go Depriv'd of thee I shall not think it so I le there attend thee like a mournful Dove Kisses her hand Perhaps when dead thou wilt approve my Love Why tempt we so our Frailty thus to greet Approaching Death makes Heaven with Hell to meet Sylvander They both rise Yet be perswaded gentle Friend to live She that was once offended may forgive Can any think who sees that heav'nly Face Anger there moves a Circulary Race Alexis A greedy Partner thus to dispossess Him that did give thee to thy Share Access My jealous Love would me
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
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