Farewell what shepheard 's that lies on the ground Is it not Hylas Do. Yes it is he Nerina Ne. Alas poore shepheard t is my greatest griefe That I have grieved him I would beg life For nothing but to make him satisfaction Mi. Hylas what on the ground looke up and speake Alas he 's dead Ne. It cannot be good father Let me goe to him and but touch his eare It may be that my voice may have more vertue Cha. Do what thou wilt sweete heart see my poore child How charitable she is being halfe dead Her selfe she pities others Ni. Marke her finenesse Now at the brimm of death she kisses him And tooke this way to mock her simple father O fine invention sure a womans wit Does never faile her Ne. Hylas Hylas speake Nerina calls thee speake to thy Nerina Mi. What cannot love doe It revives the dead He 's come to himselfe againe Hy. What God is it That has the power to returne my soule From the Elysian fields Mi. It is no God A Goddesse rather Hylas 'T is Nerina Looke where she is Hy. Ah then I do not wonder I cannot die when my best soule comes to me Shall wee live ever thus Ne. How faine I would Forthy sake Hylas but it cannot be I feele a heavy sleepe sit on my head And my strength failes me helpe me sweet Dorinda Farewell for ever oh I die I die Hy. And must I then be call'd to life againe To see my life expire before my face You Fates if you will take a ransome for her Then take my life but you are sure of that You le say already for in her one death Two lives are forfeit Nerina gentle Nymph The cause why now I live open these eyes Once more and I shall flourish like those plants The sunne gives life to else I fall and wither Leaving behinde naught but a worthlesse stemme Speake to thy Hylas sweete Nerina speake Cha. Ay me my daughter hadst thou liv'd perhaps I might have seene thee married to Daphnis Now we must see thee buried Ay me Ne. Hylas Hy. She lives give me some more of that That water there see now she comes againe O gentle destinies but spare this thred And cut a thousand courser speake Nerina Give me some comfort give thy father some Or else behold three lives fall in thy death Ne. You Fates that keepe th' accompt of all our daies Adde but one minute to my life that I May quit my soule of those two heavy burthens Which now oppresse it Dry your eyes good father Remember that the Gods doe send us nothing But for our good and if my journey be Shorter then yours the lesse will be my trouble Will you forgive me father that I have not Paid so much duty to you as I ow'd you Take my good will I pray insteed of it Cha. See her good Nature I childe 't is enough Thou alwaies wert obedient Ne. Shall I dare To speake my thoughts and so discharge my soule Of one loade yet Cha. I doe my childe speake freely Ne. I 've heard you say that no sinne was so heavy As is ingratitude Cha. 'T is true Nerina How she remembers what her father said Ne. Then be not angry if I now must tell you That this poore shepheard whose swolne eyes you see Cover'd with teares for many yeares now past Has courted me but still with such a love So full of truth and gentle services That should I not requite him with my love I should be guilty of ingratitude Therefore before I die spray give leave That he may have my dying heart which living I still debar'd him of Hylas thy hand O stay a little death here take thou mine And since I cannot live the wife of Hylas Yet let me die so Sir are you content Cha. I am with any thing that pleaseth thee Ne. Tell me are you so Hylas Hy. O my love Aske me if I would live amongst the Gods But aske not this Sir have we your consent Cha. You have it is in vaine now to denie it You see Dorinda what her vow 's come to Ne. Then let me die take me into thy Armes Sweet love you 'le see my coffin strew'd with flowers And you Dorinda will you make a garland I die a virgine though I die his wife Do. Alas she 's gon Hy. She 's dead and do I live Cha. Looke to the shepheard there oh my Nerina Do. Vexe not her soule I pray with often calling You see she 's dead Cha. Then there is no hope left Pray helpe us shepheards now to beare her hence You 'le come I hope to see her in her grave ACT. 4. SCENA 1. Thyrsis Delia HEre I am come unto a place where griefe They say has no abode In Princes Courts I 've heard there is no roome for loves laments For either they enjoy or else forget Thrice happy men to whom love gives such leave It may be that this place or people may Worke so with me and melt this frozen heart Ah foole that canst beleeve the change of place Or ayre can change thy minde the love thou bearst Is woven so within thy thoughts that as Out of this piece thy Sylvia wrought for thee Thou canst not take her name forth but withall Thou must deface the whole so Thyrsis thinke The winde that here may rise or heat or raine Thou maist auoide thy love will still remaine And when thou diest then may it die with thee Till then resolve to endure thy misery Del. This is the garden which I saw him go to And that is he for all the markes she gave me To know him by he beares Thy. A heavinesse Weighs downe my head and would invite me to Repose my selfe I le take the offer here I le rest awhile for I have need of it Del. How if I be deceiv'd and this should proove Another man what then I can excuse it He 's layd already and I feare asleepe I le stay untill he wake but then suppose That any body come and take me here What will they thinke of me Best wake him shepheard It is a hansome youth see what a grace Shewes it selfe in his feature such a face Might take the heart of any Lady living I though she were a Princesse shepheard what Not yet his sleepes are sound Thy. Ah Sylvia Preserve thy life oh let me die Alas I do but dreame me thought I saw my selfe Condemn'd to die and Sylvia to save me Offerd her selfe and would needs die for me 'T was a sweet shadow let me court this dreame Del. He must not sleepe againe shepheard looke up Thy. Who envies me this small repose indeed I do not often sleepe ha who are you Del. Sent to thee from thy Sylvia shepheard rise And follow me Thy. Doe I dreame still what are you Came you from heaven where my Sylvia is And must I thither whoso ere you are An Angell or a feind in such a name You come as
pitties sake Yet for thine owne good spare this life and take Mine for thou knowst when I am dead this kingdome Thy father will inherit or thy selfe T is but the waiting of an old mans death Who cannot long out-live me will you do 't Thy. Sir you are noble I do see you are You lov'd this Lady once by that dear love With me it was a conjuration To draw my soule out whilst I was so happy I do beseech you spare her noble life Her death will sit full heavie on your soule And in your height of Kingly dignities Disturbe that head which crownes will give no rest to To take my life is justice Syl. Rather mine I have offended in first loving him And now betraying him unto his end Thy. Be not so cruell madam to your selfe And me to envy me a death so noble Sir as you hope your love shall ever prosper Your great designes your fights what ere they are As you do hope for peace in your last houre And that the earth may lightly cloath your ashes Dispatch me quickly send me to my death Cle. A strange contention Madam will you please A little to retire T is your honor That I do strive to save as well as life Pray do not crosse my purpose I shall do Something that you may thanke me for Syl. Cleander Save but the shepheard and I le crowne thy merit Cle. Will you be pleasd to enter here Syl. But sweare That thou wilt save him Cle. I shall do my best I dare not sweare for t is not in my power To do what you command Syl. But will you sweare To let me know of it before he die Cle. I will by heaven Syl. Then I take my leave And Thyrsis be thou sure what ever Fate Attends thy life the same does governe mine One kisse I must not be deny'd Cle. Fy Madam How low is this in you Syl. Then thus we part To meete againe I hope Thy. Downe stubborne heart Wilt thou not breake yet In my death I finde Nothing that 's terrible but this Farewell Presents my soule with all the paines of hell SCENA 4. Mirtillus Chorus of shepheards 1 shep. I 'me sorry that this busines went not forward 2 shep. So am not I we 're rid of so much trouble 2 shep. Yet it is strange the King should send for us And when we were come command us to returne Mi. No 't is not strange it was his will to do so But if you have an itch of dancing friends Next holy-day we 'le ha 't amongst our selves And every man shall dance with his owne sweetheart What say you shepheards wil 't not be as well 1 shep. It will be very fine But where is Thyrsis 2. shep. I where is he you went along with him Where did you leave him Mi. Walking in a garden Where when I came to call him he was gon 2 shep. It seemes he cares not for our company Mi. Neither for yours nor any mans besides 1 shep. He is much alter'd since his love was lost Methinks he is nothing like the man he was Mi. Well then beware my friends how you ingage Your selves in love He is a faire example And Hylas too he 's drooping for his mistresse Daphnis is mad they say if you have a minde To die or to runne mad then be in love 2 shep. See where he comes in what a fume he is Mi. I do not like his fumes pray let 's away SCENA 5. Daphnis to him Dorinda HE will not now be found the Traitor but Where e're he be nor heaven nor hell shall save him From my revenge To take away the life Of that sweet innocent without whose sight He knew I could not live and to do this Under the name of freindship O you Gods What age can parallell so great a mischeife This is his Magicke glasse which had the vertue To make her mine but sent her to the Gods Blest soule I will revenge thy death and then I le follow thee my selfe Do. Daphnis my love Whither so fast Da. Now love deliver me And must you come to trouble me Be gon I cannot stay to heare thy tedious follies Do. Were all your vowes then made but to abuse me Are there not paines to punish perjur'd men And will they not ore'take you Da. 'Las poore foole The Gods doe laugh at such slight perjuries As come from lovers Do. Yet it was no conquest To deceive one that would be credulous A simple maide that lov'd you Da. Then I see There is no end of womens reasoning Or else this might suffice thee that I cannot No nor I will not love thee Do. Never Da. Never Do. Goe cruell man and if the God of love Will heare my prayers thou in thy love shalt thrive As I in mine that when thou art forlorne Thou maist remember her thou now doest scorne ACT. 5. SCENA 1. Hylas IT was the cruell practise of my Fate That lifted me unto the height of blisse To make my fall the greater for no sooner Did I injoy the love of my Nerina But in a moment she was taken from me A love so dearely bought with sighs and teares So many yeares spent in the gaining her And lost in one poore minute It is better Alwaies to live a miserable life Then once to have bin happy she is dead And I alive that cannot live without her T is fit that I die too but by what meanes By violence No that the Gods forbid A lingring greife I neede not feare will kill me When every day I shall repaire as now Unto her tombe and consecrate my teares And tearing sighs unto her blessed Ghost Some pittying God when I 'me disolv'd away Upon her ashes will congeale those teares That they may cloath her dust whilst some kinde shepheard Passing this way does write this on her grave See here Nerina that from Hylas eyes Fed her faire flame now in their dew she lies Thus I will have it so the words shall runne SCENA 2. Daphnis Alcon Nerina to them Hylas Montanus Carinus Mirtillus IT shall not serve thy turne malicious shepheard Though thou hast tane my love away by tricks Yet all thy cunning and thy practises Shall not secure thee from my revenge Al. Are these the thanks I have for that rich jewell Which I bestowd on thee ungratefull man Da. Yes for a poysond glasse a precious jewel Al. I do confesse 't was poysond Da. Do you so And to do me a courtesie you kild her Al. Yet heare me she is not dead and if she be I le pay my life for hers Da. Be sure thou shalt But canst thou hope for such a strong illusion To mocke my sence did I not see her dead Al. She did appeare so what you thought was death is but a lethargie though I professe not To draw the Moone downe from the sphere she is in Or make the sunne looke bloody by my Arte Yet am I well informd in everything This glasse
cruell fate Angry with men that gave us hearts alike And fortunes so asunder you 're a Cedar I a poore shrub that may looke up unto you With adoration but ne're reach your height Syl. But Thyrsis I do love you love and death Do not much differ they make all things equall The Monuments of Kings may shew for them What they have bin but looke upon their dust The color and the weight of theirs and beggers You 'le finde the same and if 'mongst living men Nature has printed in the face of many The characters of noblenesse and worth Whose fortune envies them a worthy place In birth or honor When the greatest men Whom she has courted beare the marks of slaves Love sure will looke on those and lay aside The Accidents of wealth and noble blood And in our thoughts wil equall them with Kings Thy. 'T is true divinest Lady that the soules Of all men are alike of the same substance By the same maker into all infus'd But yet the severall matters which they worke on How different they are I neede not tell you And as these outward Organs give our soules Or more or lesse roome as they are contriv'd To shew their lustre so againe comes fortune And darkens them to whom the Gods have given A soule divine and body capable Of that divinity and excellence But 't is the order of the Fates whose causes We must not looke into But you deare Madam Nature and fortune have conspir'd to make The happiest alive Syl. Ay me most wretched What pleasure can there be in highest state Which is so crost in love the greatest good The Gods can tell how to bestow on men Thy. Yet some do reckon it the greatest ill A passion of the minde form'd in the fancy And bred to be the worst disease of reason Syl. They that thinke so are such as love excludes Men full of age or foule deformitie No Thyrsis let not us prophane that deity Love is divine the seed of every thing The cause why now we live and all the world Thy. Love is divine for if religion Binds us to love the Gods who never yet Reveald themselves in any thing to us But their bright Images the fairest creatures Who are our daily objects loving them Wee exercise religion let us not Be scrupulous or feare the Gods have care Of us and of our piety Syl. But take heed We cannot be too warie many things Oppose our wills yet if you thinke it fit And this nights silence will so favour us Wee le goe together if we quit this Countrie It is no matter all the world to me Will be Arcadia if I may injoy Thy company my love Thy. No Sylvia Pardon mee deare if still I call you so Enjoy your fortunes thinke how much your honor Must suffer in this act For me I finde It is enough that I have ever lov'd you Now let me at the light of your bright eie Burne like the bird whose fires renew her nest I shall leave you behind me to the world The Phenix of true love and constancy Nor is that bird more glorious in her flames Then I shall be in mine though they consume me Syl. It must not be for know my dearest shepheard I shall not tell one minute after thee I finde my soule so linkt to thine that death Cannot divide us Thy. What then shall we do Shall we resolve to live thus till we gaze Our eies out first and then lose all our senses In their succession shall we strive to leave Our soules breath'd forth upon each others lips Come let us practise this our envious Fates Cannot deny us Cleander enters Cle. What a sight were this To meete her father This would make him mad Indeed and execute his rage himselfe Madam your father 's here Syl. Ha Delia Cleander is it thou then I 'me betraid The second time but must thy fortune make thee The instrument of my undoing still Cla. Shepheard I will not honor thee so much As to enquire thy name thou hast don that Thou wilt pay deare for And I hope thy death Will take away the blot of this disgrace Th' hast laid upon the Princesse Thy. If you do this You le make me happy it was this I lookt for My triviall acts of life this of my death Will recompence with glory I shall die To save my Princesse and what 's more to save The life of her life her unspotted honor Blest Lady though you are as innocent And chaste as purest Virgins that have yet Seene nothing in a dreame to warme their blood Yet the malicious world the censuring people That haste to cast durt on the fairest things Will hardly spare you if it once be knowne That we were here together As for me My life is nothing but variety Of griefe and troubles which with constancy I have borne yet t is time that now I die Before I do accuse the Gods that have Brought me to this and so pull on my death A punishment Will you be mercifull And end me quickly Cle. Shepheard know for this Thy resolution which in noble bloods I scarce have found I willingly would grant What thou desir'st But somthing must be knowne Before that time either from you or you Syl. I know Cleander it is me you aime at I do confesse this shepheard is my love For his sake I did leave the Court and thee Unworthy as thou art to be his Rivall Cle. Madam my duty bids me speake to you Not as a lover now but as you are My Princesse and the daughter of my King I would not for the world have those desires Which I had then for sure my bolder love Would have transgrest the limits of all duty And would have dar'd to tell you that this shepheard Was not a match for great Arcadias heire Nor yet one fit for my Competitor 'T is not his outward feature which how faire It is I do not question that can make him Noble or wise Whereas my birth deriv'd From ancient Kings and yeares not far unsuiting Those of your owne to these my education To you well knowne perhaps might make me worthy Of being your servant Syl. Canst thou looke on this This piece Cleander and not blush to boast Thy follies thus seeking to take away From his full vertue if but this one act Of his appeare unto the world as know It shall for I le not shame to publish him Though I die for it will it not devoure Thy empty glories and thy puft up nothings And like a grave will burie all thy honors Do take his life and glory in that act But be thou sure in him thou shalt kill two Cle. What meane you madam Syl. Not to live a minute After his death Gle. That all the Gods forbid Syl. No they command it rather that have made Our soules but one Cleander thou wert wont To be more courteous and I do see Some pitie in thee if not for
embraces of my love and me shall be Such as the Cyprian boy from our abundance Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts Yet leave with us a flame which we will cherish And keepe alive unto eternitie Do. Women are ever credulous most then When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them I dare not now distrust you though I knew What you have said were false it has a semblance Of such a pleasing truth Give me thy hand And take thou mine whilst we walke thus intwin'd I shall thinke Daphnis never was unkind SCENA 4. Eubulus Cleander to them Thyrsis Sylvia WHat are they dead Is the Kings will obey'd Cle. No Sir they live and Hymen in his bands Has ty'd them both the happiest knot that ere Knit two such equall hearts and loves together Oh I am ravish'd with the newes my joy Is greater now then if sh 'had beene the daughter Unto our King and I had married her Eu. I am amaz'd pray Jove thou beest not mad Cle. Somewhat exalted Sir beyond my my selfe But yet not mad Goe Sir unto the King Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy Eu. Sure thou wilt come unto thy selfe anon Prethee bethinke thee Cle. Yes Sir I doe thinke And know that I have newes to make him live And you an age yet longer Eu. This is strange Cle. T is true Eu. But what is true Cle. T is true my Sister Shall be a Queene Eu. If she doe live I thinke She will but yet you know we were commanded To cut that life off Cle. But your hastie sonne That came so speedy with a fatall message Was not so forward now they both doe live And both are married Eu. Jupiter forbid Cle. The Fates command it 't is their proper worke The Shepheard is a Prince your Prince and mine And married to my Sister Eu. Ha! what 's that Prithee digest thy troubled thoughts and tell me What Prince is this thou mean'st Cle. Archigenes Eu. Thou dream'st it cannot be Cle. No then come forth You royall paire and testifie your selves Enter Thyrsis and Sylvia Syl. Father your blessing Eu. Ha! Cle. Nay I 've told all She knowes she is your daughter looke Sir here Here we must place our reverence Eu. Who 's this Cle. Not yet then looke upon this Circle that You know for certaine though you know not him Eu. 'T is it it is the same Archigenes Sonne of Euarchus and Eudora This is my character and this my seale Thy. Sir I have heard that by your piety My infant life was sav'd now by the goodnesse Deriv'd from you unto your sonne I have Not onely found my life but my content The summe of all my hopes this Lady here Without whose love my life had bin a torment Syl. And I the happiest maide that ever was Conducted by the power of simple love Have found in place of him I thought a shepheard A Princely lover Eu. Rise Calligone The Gods are just I see that favoring My innocence have brought this match about But say Cleander what Fate guided thee To this discovery Cle. Sir should I tell you How many waies I cast to save my sister After the fatall message which I brought I should be tedious and keepe you from What you do long to heare In short I soone Resolv'd to make away this royall shepheard And knowing that in this affaire to keepe it Secret dispatch was needefull I commanded A servant of whose faith and courage I Was well assur'd to kill him in my presence Eu. 'T is strange thou should'st be present at a murder Cle. 'T was a necessity was laid upon me Because I would be sure to see him dead I bad him choose his death when manfully He said he car'd not how so he might die I knew to strangle him was the readiest way Which death himselfe was ready to embrace This his so noble resolution Did stande me from mine my servants hands Trembled for feare Presaging what a sinne they were to act He bad him be assur'd he would not start And often call'd him to dispatch him quickly Syl. What man could have a heart for such a deed And see his face Cle. The Prince before he came To put the fatall twist about his necke Besought me as I ever hop't for peace I should preserve the Princesse this I promis'd And whatsoever else he would desire He answered nothing now but hasty death Then stripping off his doublet I espide With a quick eye this golden Circle here When hastily I bid my servant hold And let him goe He ask't me why I staid I told him that about his necke was Sacred He would have rent it off but I forbad it Eu. What did you then Cle. Sir I did well remember What I had heard of th' Oracle and you Which with the computation of his yeares I found agreeing to make up a truth Which you before assur'd me then I ask't him Whether he would be married to the Princesse Before he died he thought that I had mockt him And said I practis'd Tyrannie upon him Then went I to my sister and desir'd The same of her in fine I saw them both Joyne hands and hearts together but the Prince Thought this a dreame of life which certaine death Would wake him from untill I did assure him Of his great State and that his love whom now He thought to be the Princesse was my Sister All which I did referre unto your knowledge Eu. This day for ever let it holy be And you whom love has brought through deepe despaire Unto the haven of your happinesse Enjoy each other freely Of you brave shepheard But now my Prince I shall enquire anon Where and with whom you liv'd Thy. Sir the shepheard Whom I call father stayes without Montanus His name is by whose gentle hands as he as often told me I was rescu'd first From cold and death since under his kind roofe fosterd and bred as his Eu. Goe call him in Enter Montanus Mirtillus you 're welcome both you may applaud your fortune That brought you such a Shepheard stay all here Whilst I goe to the King This day will adde More yeares unto his life when he shall say no day shone brighter on Arcadia Exit Mon. We are both come to doe our duties to you as being sent for and Mirtillus with me To celebrate your joyes within a while The Shepheards and the Nymphs will all be here Thy. My old companions shall be welcome all As you are now I never shall forget Your courtesie nor theirs Syl. Nor I the Nymphs Once my deare fellowes but you Mirtillus Though you did scorne to love yet could you sing Well if you listed of it Cle. Can shepheards then despise that Deity which we adore Mi. Madam I reverence it in you The perfect'st patterne of a constant lover And in the honour of your Nuptialls I have a Song which if your Grace will heare 'T will entertaine the time Syl. Let it be sung Song