is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure Elisa treachours where are you become Let me alone Mir. Behold I let you go Ama. This is Coriscaes craft well keep you that Which you haue not deseru'd Mir. Why flie you hence Cruell behold my death behold this dart Shall pierce my woful brest Am. What wil you do Mir. That which perhaps grieues you most cruell Nimph. That any else beside your selfe should do Am. Oh me me thinkes I am halfe dead Mir. But if this worke belong alone to you Behold my brest here take this fatall dart Ama. Death you haue merited But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume Mi. My loue Ama. Loue is no cause of any villain-act Mi. Loue trust me t' was in me I made me respectiue And since you first laid hold on me lesse cause You haue to call my action villanie Yea eu'n when I by so commodious meanes Might be made bold to vse the lawes of loue Yet did I quake a Louer to be found Ama. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray Mir. My much more loue makes me more blind then you Ama. Prayers and fine conceits not snares and thefts Discreetest Louers vse Mir. Assauadge beast With hunger hunted from the woods breakes forth And doth assaile the straunger on his way So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue since that sweet foode me haue forbad Either your crueltie or else my fate A starued Louer issuing from those woods Where I haue suffered long and wretched fast Haue for my health assaid this stratage me Which loues necessitie vpon me thrust Now blame not me Nimph cruell blame your selfe For praiers and conceits true loues discretion As you them call you not attend from me You haue bereau'd with shunning me the meanes To loue discreetly Ama. Discreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you so In vaine you know you do pursue me still What is 't you seeke of me Mir. Onely one time Daine but to heare me ere I wretched die Ama. T 's well for you the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had now get you hence Mir. Ah Nimph that which I haue already said Is but a drop of that huge ample sea Of my complaints if not for pittie sake Yet for your pleasure now heare cruell but The latest accents of a dying voice Ama. To ease your mind and me this cumber rid I graunt to heare you but with this condition Speake small part soone and neuer turne againe Mir. In too too small a bundle cruell Nimphe You do ccommaund me binde my huge desires Which measure but by thought nought could containe That I you loue and loue more then life If you deny to know aske but these woods And they will tell and tell you with them will Their beasts their trees stones of these great rocks Which I so oft haue tender made to melt At found of my complaints But what make I Such proofe of loue where such rare beautie is See but how many beauteous things the skies containe How many dresse the earth in braue attire Thence shall you see the force of my desire For as the waters fall the fire doth rise The ayre doth flâ—e the earth lies firmly still And all these same the skies do compasse round Eu'n so to you as to their chiefest good My soule doth flie and my poore thoughts do run With all affection to your louely beauties He that from their deare obiect would them turne Might fast turne from their viuall course the skie The earth the ayre the water and the fire And quite remooue the earth from oft his seate But why commaund you me to speake but small Small shall I tell it I but tell you shall That I must die and lesse shall dying doo If I but see what is my turne too Ay me what shall I do which may out-last My miserable loue When I am dead Yet cruell soule haue pitie on my paines Ah faire ah deare I sometime so sweete a cause Why I did liue whilst my good fates were pleasd Turne hitherward those starry lights of loue Let me them see once meeke and full of pitie Before I die So may my death be sweet As they haue bene good guide vnto my life So let them be vnto my death and that Sweet loâ—ke which first begat my loue beget My death 〈◊〉 my loues Hesperus become The 〈◊〉 starâ—e of my decaying day But you obdurate neuer 〈…〉 Whilâ—â— I more humble you more haughtie are And can you heare me and not speake a word Whom do I speake too wretch a marble stone If you will say nought else yet bid me die And you shal see what force your words will haue Ah wicked loue this is a miserie extreame A Nymph so cruell so desirous of my death Because I aske it as a fauour scornes to giue it Arming her cruell voyce in silence so Least it might fauour mine exceeding wo. Ama. If I as well to answere as to heare You pronus'd had iust cause you might haue found To haue condemn'd my silence for vniust You call me cruell imagining perhaps By that reproofe more easily to drawe Me to the contrary No know Mirtillo I am no more delighted with the sound Of that desertlesse and disliked praise You to my beautie giue then discontent To heare you call me cruell and vniust I graunt this crueltie to any else a fault But to a louer vertue t 's and honestie Which in a woman you call crueltie But be it as you you 'd blame-worthy fault To be vnkinde to one that loues Tell me When was Amarillis cruell vnto you Perhaps when reason would not giue me leaue To vse this pitie yet how I it vs'd Your selfe can iudge when you from death I sau'd I meane when you among a noble sort of maides A lustfull Louer in a womans cloathes Banded your selfe and durst contaminate Their purest sports mingling mong kisses innocent Kisses lasciuious and impure which to remember I am asham'd But heauens my witnesse are I knew you not and after I you knew I scornd your deed and kept my soule vntoucht From your lasciuiousnesse not suffering at all The venome there to runne to my chaste heart You violated nothing saue th'out side Of these my lips A mouth kist but by force Spits out the kisse and kill the shame withall But tell me you what fruite had you receiu'd Of your rash theft had I discouered you Vnto those Nymphes The Thracian Orfeus had not bene So lamentably torne on Ebers bankes Of Bacchus dames as you had bene of them Had not you help 't her pittie whom you cruell call That pittie which was fit for me to giue I euer gaue For other t' is in vaine you either aske or hope If you me loue then loue mine honestie My safetie loue and loue my life withall Thou art too farre from that which thou desir'st The heauens forbid the earth contraries it Death
e're thou prou'dst Thy sunnes hotte fire take pitie then of mine Guide hither curteous goddesse that same swaine With swift and subtill feet that hath my faith And thou deare Caue into thy bosome take Me loues handmaid and giue me leaue there to Accomplish my desires Why do I stay Here 's none doth see or heare Enter secure Oh Mirtillo couldst thou but dream to find me here Sce. 8. Mirtillo WHat am I blind or do I too much see Ah had I but bene borne without these eyes Or rather not at all had I bene borne Did spitefull fates reserue me thus aliue To let me see so bad so sad a sight Mirtill thy torments passe the paines of hell No doubt no more suspend not thy beliefe Thine eies thine eares haue seene haue heard it true Thy loue an other ownes not by the lawe Of earth that bindes her vnto any one But by loues lawe that tyes her sole to thee O cruell Amarillis wa' st not inough To kill me wretch but thou must scorne me too That faithlesse mouth that sometime graâ—'t my ioies Did vomit out my hatefull name because She would not haue it in her heart to be A poore partaker of her pleasures sweet Why stay'st thou now she that did giue me life Hath ta'n't away and giu'n't an other man Yet wretch thou liu'st thou dost not die O die Mirtillo die to thy tormenting griefe As to thy ioy thou art alreadie dead Die dead Mirtillo finish't is thy life Finish thy torment too fleet wretched soule Through this foure constrain'd and wayward death T is for thy greater ill that thus thou liust But what And must I die without reuenge First will I make him die that giues me death Desire to liue so long I will retaine Till iustly I haue that Vsurper slaine Yeeld Griefe vnto Reuenge Pittie to Ragâ— Death vnto life till with my life I haue Reueng'd the death another guiltles gaue This Steele shall not drinke mine vnuenged blood My hand shall rage ere it shall pitteous bee What ere thou art that ioyst my comfortes all I 'le make thee feele thy ruine in my fall I 'le place me heere eu'n in this very Groue And as I see him but approach the Caue This Dart shall sodaine wound him in his side It shal be cowardlike to strike him thus I 'le challenge him to single combat I Not so for to this place so knowne and vsd Shepheards may come to hinder vs and worse May search the cause that moou'd me to this fight Which to deny were wickednesse to faigne Will make me faythlesse held and to discouer Will blot her name with endlesse infamiet In whom albeit I like not what I see Yet what I lou'd I do and euer shall But what hope I to see th'adult'rer die That robd her of her honor me my life But if I kill him shall not then his blood Be to the world a token of this deed Why feare I death since I desire to die But then this murder once made plaine makes plaine The cause whereby she shall incurre that infamie I 'le enter then this Caue and so assayle him I so that pleaseth me I 'le steale in softly So that she shall not heare me I beleeue That in the secretst and the closest part I gather by her wordes I shall her finde Therefore I will not enter in too farre A hollow hole there is made in a Rocke The left side couer'd all with Yâ—ie leaues Beneath th' other asscent there will I stand And tune attend t' effect what I desire I 'le beare my dead foe to my lyuing foe Thus of them both I shal be well reueng'd Then with this selfe same Dart I le pierce this brest So shall there be three pier'st without reliefe First two with Steele the third with deadly griefe Fierse she shall see the miserable end Of her belou'd and her betrayed friend This Caue that should be harbour of her ioyes Of both her loues and that which more I craue Of her great shame may proue the happy graue And you the steppes that I in vaine haue followed Could you me speed of such a faythfull way Could you direct me to so deare a Bowre Behold I follow you O Corisea Corisea Now hast thou told too true now I beleeue thee SCE. 9. Satyre DOth this man then beleeue Corisea following her steps Into the Caue of Eriâ—â—aâ— Well hee 's mad He knowes her not beleeue mee he had need Haue better hold of her ingaged fayth Then I had of her heare But knottes more stranged Then gaudy guiftes on her he cannot tie This damned Whoore hath sold her selfe to him And here shee 'le pay the shamefull markets price Shee is within her steps bewray the same This falles out for her punishment and thy reuenge With this great ouerstuâ—ding stone close thou the Caue Goe then about and fetch the Priest with thee By the hill way which few or none do know Let her be executed as the law commaunds For breach of marriage troth which she to Coridon Hath plighted though she euer it conceal'd For feare of me so shall I be reueng'd Of both at once I 'le leese no farther time From off this Elme I 'le cut a bough with which I may more speedely remoue this stone Oh how great it is How fast it stickes I 'le digge it round about This is a worke in deed Where are my wonted forces Oh peruerse Starres in spight of you I 'le moou't Oh Pan Licciu helpe me now thou wert a louer once Reuenge thy loue disdaind vpon Corisea So in the name of thy great power it mooues So in the Power of thy great name it falles Now is the wicked Foxe ta'ne in the trappe Oh that all wicked Women were with thee within That with one fire they might be all destroyd Chorus HOw Puissaunt art thou Loue Natures miracle and the Worldes wonder What sauadge nation or what rusticke hart Is it that of thy power feeles no part But what Wit 's so profound can pull asunder That powers strength Who feeles those flames thy fire lightes at length Immoderate and vaine Will say amortall spright thou sole dost raigne And liue in the corporall and fleshly brest But who feeles after how a louer is Wak'ned to Vertue and how all those flames Do tremble out at sight of honest shames Vnbrid'led blust'ring lustes brought downe to rest Will call thee Spright of high immortall blisse Hauing thy holy receptacle in the soule Rare miracle of human and diuine aspectes That blind dost see and Wisedome mad corrects Of sence and vnderstanding intellects Of reason and desire confus'd affects Such Emperie hast thou on earth And so the heauens aboue dost thou controule Yet by your leaue a wonder much more rare And more stupendious hath the world then you For how you make all wonders yeeld and bow Is easely knowne Your powers do berthe And being taken from vertue of a woman faire O Woman guift of the
could finde her out And fearefull signes and monstrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt As dolorous to vs as strange and rare Not seene since we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde The first beginning of our miserie Diana swet out blood the Earth did shake The sacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling And dire deadly cries Withall it breath'd out such a stinking mist As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worse And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende The whilst Mirtillo wondrous thing to tell Offer'd by his owne death to giue her life Crying vnbind those handes vnworthie striges And in her steed that should be sacrifiz'd Vnto Diana draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis Ti. O admirable deede of faythfull loue And noble hart Nu. Now heare a miracle Shee that before so fearefull was to die Chaung'd on the sodaine by Mirtilloes wordes Thus answeres with a bold vndaunted hart Think'st thou my deare then by thy death to gaine Life to her death that by thy life doth liue O miracle vniust on Ministers on on why do you stay Leade me foorthwith vnto mine end I le no such pittie I Mirtill replies Liue cruell pitteous loue My hart his spightfull pittie doth reproue To me it longes to die Nay then to me She answeres that by Law condemned am And heere anew begins a wondrous strife As though that life were death and death were life O soules well borne O couple worthy of Eternall honour neuer dying prayse O liuing and o dying glorious louers Had I so many tongues so many voyces As Heauen hath eyes or Ocean sea hath sandes All would be dumbe and hoarse in setting out Their wondrous and incomprehended prayse Eternall Childe of heauen O glorious Dame That mortall deedes enchroniclest to time Write thou this Historie and it infold In solid Diamond with wordes of gold Ti. But what end had this mortall quarrell then Nun. Mirtillo vanquisheth O rare debate Where dead on lyuing getts the victorie The Priest speakes to your Child be quiet Nimph We cannot change this doome for he must die That offers death our Law commaunds it so And after bids your Daughter should be kept Least griefes extreame should bring her desperate death Thus stood the state When Montane sent me for thee Ti. In sooth t is true sweete scented Flowers shall cease To dwell on Riuers bankes and Woodes in Spring Shall be without their Leaues before a Mayde Adorn'd with youth shall set sweete Loue at naught But if we stay still heere how shall we know When it is time vnto the Church to go Nun. Heere best of all for in this place alas Shall the good Shepheard sacrifized be Ti. And why not in the Church Nu. Because there where The fault is done the punishment must be Ti. And why not in the Caue there was the fault Nun. Because to open skyes it mus be hallow'd Ti. And how knowst thou all these misteriall rites Nun. From the High-priest who from Tireno had them For true Amintas and vntrue Lucrine Were sacrifized so But now t is time to goe See where the sacred Pempe softly descendes T were well done of vs by this other way To go vnto the Temple to thy daughter Finis Sce. 2. Act. 5. ACTVS 5 SCE. 3. Chorus of Shepheards Chorus of Priestes Montanus Mirtillo Chorus of Shep. OH daughter of great Joue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Cho. Pri. Thou that with thy well temper'd vitall ray Thy brothers wondrous heate doth well allay Which mak'st sweete Nature happely bring foorth Rich firtile birthes of Hearbes of Beastes of Men As thou his heate dost quench so calme thine ire That sets Arcadiaes wretched hartes on fire Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Yea sacred Priestes the Aulters ready make Shepheardes deuout reiterate your soundes And call vpon the name of our great Goddesse Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Now Shepheards stand aside nor you my seruants Come not neare except I call for you Valiant young man that to giue life els where Abandonest thine owne die comforted thus farre T' is but a speedie sigh which you must passe For so seemes death to noble minded sprightes That once perform'd this enuious age With thousandes of her yeeres shall not deface The memorie of such a gentle deed But thou shalt liue the example of true fayth But for the Law commaundes thee sacrifiz'd To dye without a word Before thou kneelst If thou hast ought to say say it and hold thy peace For euer after that Mir. Father let it be lawfull that I call thee so For though thou gau'st not yet thou tak'st my life My bodie to the ground I do bequeath my soule To her that is my life But if she die As she hath threatned to do aye mee What part of me shall then remaine aliue Oh death were sweete if but my mortall parts Might die and that my soule did not desire the same But if his pittie ought deserues that dyes For soueraigne pittie then courteous father Prouide she do not die and with that hope More comforted I le pay my destenies Though with my death you me from her disioyne Yet make her liue that she may me retaine Mon. Scarse I containe from teares ô frayle mankind Be of good cheare my sonne I promise thy desire I sweare it by this head this hand take thou for pledge Mir. Then comforted I die all comforted To thee my Amarillis do I come Soule of the faythfull Shepheard as thine owne Do thou receiue for in thy loued name My wordes and life I will determine straight So now to death I kneele and hold my peace Mon. On sacred Ministers kindle the flame With Frankensence and Mirrhe and Incense throw thereon That the thicke vapoure may on high ascend Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. ACT. 5. SCE. 4. Carino Montanio Nicander Mirtillo Chorus of Shepheards Car. WHat Countrymen are here so brauely furnished Almost all in a Liuerie Oh what a show Is heere how rich how full of pome it is Trust mee I thinke it is some Sacrifize Mon. Reach mee Nicander the golden Bason That containes the iuice of Bacchus fruite Ni. Behold t' is ready here Mon. So may this faultles blood Thy brest Oh sacred Goddesse mollifie As do these falling droppes of Wine extinguish This blasing flame So take the Bason there Giue me the siluer Ewer now Ni. Behold the Ewer M. So may thine anger cease with that same faithles Nimph Prouok't as doth this fire this falling streame extinguish Car. This is some Sacrifize but where 's the holocaust Mon. Now all is fit there wantes nought but the end Giue me the Axe Ca. If I be not deceiu'd I see a thing that by his backe seemeth a man He kneeles he is perhappes the holocaust
bedew'd with blood and foame VVe see Dogges slaine Staues broke and wounded men How many times did my poore blood desire For Siluioes blood to combat with the Boore How often times would I haue stept to make My brest a buckler for my Siluioes brest How often sayd I in my sefe excuse Excuse the daintie lapp of my deare Loue So to my selfe spake I with praying sighes VVhilst he his Dogge all arm'd with hardned skin Le ts loose against the Beast who waxed proud Of hauing made a wretched quarries sight Of wounded Shepheardes and Dogges slaine outright Linca I cannot tell this Dogges great worth And Siluio loues him not without good cause Looke how an angry Lyon entertaines The poynted hornes of some vndaunted Bull Sometime with force sometime with pollicie And fastens at the last his mightie pawes So on his backe as no powre can remou't So strong Meâ—â—â—â—p ' auoyding craftely The Boores swift 〈◊〉 and mortall wounding blowes At last taints on his eare which first he shakes And afterward so firmely him he holdes As his vast sides might wounded be at ease The dismall token of a deadly stroke The Siluio innocating Phoebes name Duâ—ct this blow sayd he and here I vow To sacrifize to thee his gastly head This lâ—yd from out his qâ—uer of pure gold He takes a speedy Shaâ—t and to his eare He drawes his mighty Bow and straight the Boore Betweene his neckâ— and shoulder wounded dyes I free'd a sigh seeing my Siluiâ— safe Oh happy beast mightst thy life so leaue By him that hartes from humane beastes doth reaue Lin. But what became of that same fearefull beast Dor. I do not know because I came away For feare of being seene But I beleeue That solemnly they meane to carry it Vnto the Temple as my Siluio vow'd Lin. And meane you not to change these rustie cloathes Dor. Yes wis full faine but Liepâ—â—e hath my Gowne And promised t'attende me at this Spring But 〈◊〉 misse deare Linco if thou lou'st me Goe seeke him in these Woods he is not farre I 'le rest me in the meane time by this Den For weerinesse makes me to sleepe desire Nor would I home returne in this attire Lin. I go and stirre not you till I returne SCE. 3. Chorus Ergasto SHepheardes haue you not heard our Demi-God Montanus worthy sonne of Hercules discent Hath slaine the dreadfull Boore that did infest All Arcady and now he doth prepare To satisfie his Vowes if we will thankefull bee For such a benefite le ts go and meete him And giue him all the reuerence that we can Er. Oh dolefull fortune Oh most bitter chaunce Immedicable wounde Oh mornefull day Cho. What voyce of horror and of plaint heare wee Er. Starres foomen to our good thus mocke you vs Did you so high our hopes lift vp that with Their fall you might vs plague the more Cho. This seemes Ergasto and t' is surely hee Er. Why do I Starres accuse accuse thy selfe That brought'st the Yron to Loues Anuile so Thou didst it strike thou mad'st the sparkes fly out From whence this fire growes so vnquenchable But heauens do know my pittie brought me to 't Oh haples Louers wretched Amarillis Vnfortunate Titirus childles father Sad Montanus desolate Arcadia Oh miserable we and to conclude All that I see speake heare or thinke most miserable Cho. What wretched accident is this that doth containe So many miseries Gow ' Shepheards Gow ' Le ts meete with him Eternall heauenly powers Will not your rage yet cease Speake good Ergasto What lamentable chaunce is this thou plainst Er. Deare friendes I plaine vs all the ruine of Arcadia Cho. What 's this Er. The prop of all our hopes is downe Cho. Ah speake more plaine Er. Daughter of Titirus The onely branch of her decaying stocke Hope of our health which to Montanus sonne Was by the heauens promist and desteâ—ied Whose marriage should haue freed Arcadia Wise Amarillis Nimph celestiall Patterne of honor flowre of chastetie My hart wil not giue me leaue to speak Ch. Why is she dead Er. Nay doom'd to death Cho. Ay me what 's this Er. Nay worse With infamie Cho. Amarillis infamous Er. Found with the adult'rour if hence ye go not soone Ye may her see led captiue to the Temple Cho. Oh rare but wicked valure of this female sexe Oh chastetie how singuler thou art Scarce can a man say any woman's chast Saue she that ne're was try'd vnhappy age But curteous Shepheard tell vs how it was Er. This day betime you know Montanus came With th'haples father of the wretched Nimph Both by one selfe deuotion led which was By pray'rs to haste the marriage to good end For this the Sacrifizes offered were Which solemnly perform'd with good aspectes For neuer were there seene intrailes more faire Nor flames more bright by which the blind Diuine Mooued did to Montanus say This day With Amarillis shall your sonne be wed Goe quickly and prepare the marriage feast Oh blindly done blind Prophets to beleeue The fathers and the standers by were glad And wept their hartes made tender with this ioye Titirus was no sooner gone but straight we heard And saw vnhappy fearefull signes the messengers Of sacredire at which so sodaine and so fierce Each stood amaz'd the Priestes inclosed were VVithin the greater Cloysture we without VVeeping were saying holy pray'res when loe The wicked Satyre audience earnest craues Of the chiefe Priest and for this was my charge I let him in to whom he thus begins Fathers if to your Vowes the Incense and The Sacrifizes be not answerable If on your Aulters purely burne no flames Woonder not for in Ericinaes Caue A treacherous Nimph prophanes your holy Lawes And in adultry her fayth doth breake Come Ministers with me wee 'le take in the fact A while th' vnhappy father breathes thinking he had Found out the cause of this so dismall signes Straight he commaundes chiefe Minister Nacander go With that same Satyre and captiud to bring Them to the Temple both him straight accompanied With all our troupe of vnder Ministers The Satyre by a darke and crooked way Conductes into the Caue the young-man scar'd Without torch-light so sodainely assail'd Assayes to fly vnto that outward issue But it the Satyre closed hath too fast Cho. What did you then Er. I can not tell you how Amaz'd we were to see her that we taken had To be Titirus daughter whom no sooner we Had layd hold on but out Mirtillo steps And throwes his Dart thinking to wound Nicander And had the steele hit as he did direct Nicander had been slaine but shrinking backe Whether by chaunce or wit he shund the harme But the strong Dart pierced his hayrie cloathes And there stucke fast Mirtillo not being able It to recouer captiue taken was Cho. What 's come of him Er. He by an other way is led Cho. VVhat shall he do Er. To get more out of him Besides perhaps he shall not
in whom nought good it Goddesse A Goddesse no the Concubine of Mars In whom 〈◊〉 doth wholly lye â—holly a lye O fine thy tongue doth 〈…〉 Wilt thou come foorth thou doâ—â— but darkly dare y dare I helde thee for a coward 〈◊〉 art thou a 〈…〉 Dost thou that title brauely skorne y skorne O God then art thou Vulâ—aâ—es sonne by that Lame Smith begot God A God of what of Winds madd with base â—â—earth earth God of the earth makes thou thy foes to rue t'â—ue VVith what dost thou still punish those that striue And obstinately do contende with Loue with Loue. Nay soft when shall crook't Loue tell me good foole Enter my brest I warrent t' is too straight straight What shall I fall in loue so sodainely sodainely What is her name that I must then adore Dore. Dorindâ— foole thou canst not speake out yet But dost not thou meane herâ— ee'n her Dorinda whom I hate but who shall force my willâ— I will What weapons wilt thou vse perhaps thy Bow thy Bow My Bow not till it be by thy leawd folly broken broken My broken armes incounter me and who Shall breake them thou thou Fie fie thou art drunke goe sleepe goe sleepe but stay These maruailes must be done but wheare heare O foole and I am gone how thou art loden with Wit-robbing Grapes that grew vpon the Vine Diuine But soft I see or els mee thinkes I see Something that 's like a Woolfe in yonder Groue T' is sure a Woolfe How monstrous great it is This day for me is destenied to prayse Good Goddesse with great fauours dost thou shew To triumph in one day ouer two Beastes In thy great name I loose this shaft the swiftest and The sharpest which my Qâ—iueâ— holdes Great Archeresse direct thou my right hand And here I vow to sacrifize the spoyles Vnto thy name O daintie blow blow falne Eu'n where my hand and eye it destenyed Ah that I had my Dart it to dispatch Before it get into the Woodes away But heere be Stones what need I any else Heere 's scarcely one I need none now heere is Another Shaft will pierce it to the quicke What 's this I see vnhappie Siluio I'haue shot a Shepheard in a Woluish shape O bitter chaunce O euer miserable 〈…〉 thinkes I know the wretch ti 's Linco that Doth hold him vp Oh deadly shaft Oh most Vnhappie Vow I guiltie of anothers blood I thus the causer of anothers death I that haue been so liberall of my life So large a spender of my blood for others health So cast away thy weapons and go liue All glorilesse But see where he doth come A great deale lesse vnhappy then thy selfe SCE. 9. Linco Siluio Dorinda LEane thou thy selfe my Daughter on this arme Vnfortunate Dorinda Sil. O mee Dorinda I am dead Dor. O Linco Lâ—nco Oh my second father Sil. It is Dorinda sure Ah voyce ah sight Dor. Dorinda to sustaine Linco hath been A fatall office vnto thee thou hardst The first cryes that I euer gaue on earth And thou shalt heare the latest of my death And these thine Armes that were my Cradle once Shall be my Coffin now Lin. O child more deare Then if thou wer 't mine owne I cannot speake Griefe hath my wordes dissolued into teares Sil. On earth hold ope thy iawes and swallow mee Do. Oh stay both pace and plaint good Linco for The one my griefe my wound the other doth increase Sil. Oh what a hard reward most wretched Nimph Had thou receiued for thy wondrous loue Lin. Be of good cheere thy wound not mortall is Dor. I but Dorinda mortall wil be quickly dead But dost thou know who t' is hath wounded me Lin. Let vs care for the sore not for the essence For neuer did Reuenge yet heale a wound Sil. Why stay I still Shall I stay whilst they see me Haue I so bold a face Fly Siluio fly The punishment of that reuengefull sight Fly the just edge of her sharpe cutting voice I cannot fly fatall necessitie doth hold Me heere an I makes me seeke whom most I ought to shunne Dor. Why Linco must I die Not knowing who hath giuen me my death Lin. It Siluio is Dor. Pâ—â—â—so Lin. I know his shaft Dor. On happie issue of my liues last end If I be shune by such a louely friend Lin. See where he is with countenance him accusing Now heauens be praysd y' are at good passe VVith this your bowe and shaftes omnipotent Hast thou not like a cunning Wood-man shot Tell mee thou that of Silâ—â—â— liust was it not I That shot this daintie shoote Oh Boy too wise Hadst thou beleeu'd this foolish aged man Had it not better been Answere me wretch What can thy life be worth if thee do die I know thou 'st say thou thoughtst t' haue shot a Woolfe As though it were no fault to shoote Not knowing carelesse wandring chi'd if t' were A man or beast thou shotst at what Heardsman or What Plougsman dost thou see attyr'd in other cloathes Ah Siluio Siluio who euer soweth wiâ—t so greene Doth euer reape ripe fruite of ignorance Thinke you vaine Boy this chaunce by chaunce did come Neuer without the powers deuine did such like happen Heauen is enrag'd at your supportlesse spight To loue and deepe despising so humane affectes Gods will not haue companions on the earth They are not pleasd with this austeritie Now thou art dumbe thou wert not wont t' indure Do. Siluio let Linco speake he doth not know What sou'raignâ—tie thou o're Dorinda hast In life and death by the great power of Loue. If thou hast shot me thou hast shot thine owne Thou hitst the marke that 's proper to thy shaft These handes that wounded me haue follow'd right The ayme of thy faire eyes Siluio behold her whom Thou hatest so behold her as thou wouldst Thou wouldst me wounded haue wounded I am Thou wish't me dead I ready am for death What wouldst thou more What can I giue thee more Ah cruell Boy thou neuer wouldst beleeue The wound by thee Loue made canst thou deny That which thy hand hath done thou neuer sawst The blood mine eyes did shed seest thou this then That gusheth from my side but if with pittie now All gentlenesse and valoure be not spent Do not denie me cruell soule I pray At my last gaspe one poore and onely sigh Death should be blest if thou but thus wouldst say Goe rest in peace poore soule I humbly pray Sil. Ah my Dorinda shall I call thee mine That art not mine but when I thee must loose And when thou â—ast thy death receiued by mee Not when I might haue giu'n thee thy life Yet will I call thee mine that mine shalt bee Spight of my fortune and since with thy life I cannot haue thee I 'le haue thee in death All that thou seest in me is ready for reuenge I kilde thee with these weapons with the same I 'le kill my selfe I cruell
thankes and loue In stead of death our Goddesse now commaunds Of marriage knot a sweet solemnitie But say how farre 's to night Mon. Not past one houre Ti. Then to the Temple turne where let thy sonne Espowsed be to Amarillis straight whom he may leade Vnto his fathers house before the sunne be set So heauens commaund Come gow Montanus gow Mon. Take heed Tiremo we do not violate Our holy law can she her faith now giue Vnto Mirtillo which she Siluâ—o gaue Ca. And vnto Siluio may she giue her faith So said thy seruant was Mirtillo call'd Though I more lik'd Mirtillo him to name Mon. That 's very true I did reuiue his name In this my younger sonne Ti. That doubt's well clear'd now let vs goe Mon. Carino go with vs this day Mirtillo hath Two fathers found Montane a sonne and thou a brother Ca. In loue Mirtilloes father and your brother In reuerence a seruant to you both And since you are so kinde to me I pray you then Bid my companion welcome for my sake Mon. Most welcome both Ca. Eternall heauenly powers How diuerse are your high vntroden waies By which your fauours do on vs descend From those same crook't deceitfull pathes whereby Our thoughts would fame mount vp into the sky Sce. 7. Corisca Linco LInco belike the spightfull Silâ—io When least he ment a Louer is become But what became of her Lin. We carried her To Siluioes house whose mother her embrac't With teares of ioy or griefe I know not whether Glad that her sonne is waxt a louing spowse But sory for the Nymphs mishap and that She is a stepdame euill furnished Of two daughters in law playning one dead An other wounded Co. Is Amarillis dead Lin. She must die straight for so doth fame report For this I goe to comfort old Montanus Who lâ—esing one sonnes wife hath found an other Co. Then doth Dorinda liue Lin Liue. I t' were well Thou wert so well Co. Her wound not mortall was Lin. Had she bene dead yet Siluioes cunning would Haue her 〈◊〉 Co. What Art her heal'd so soone Lin. From top to toe I le tell the wondrous cure About the wounded Nymph stood men and women Each with a ready hand but trembling heart But faire Dorinda would not any should Saue Siluio touch her saying that the hand Which was her hurt should be her remedie Siluio his mother and I stay'd there alone Working with counsell too one with his hand Siluio when gently he had wip'd away The bloudie streames that stain'd her Iuory flesh Assayes to draw the shaft out of the wound But the vilde steale yeelding vnto his hand Left hidden in the wound the harmfull head Hence came the griefe for t' was impossible With cunning hand or daintie instrument Or other meanes to draw it out from thence Opening the wound perhaps with wider wound He might haue found the steele with other steele So mought he do or so he must haue done But too too pitious and too louing now Was Siluioes hand for such like cruell pitie By such hard meanes loue neuer healeth wounds Although it seem'd to her that paine it selfe Was pleasant now betweene her Siluioes hands He not amaz'd sayes thus this head shall out And with lesse paine then any will beleeue I put it there and though I be not able straight To take it out yet with the vse of hunting I will restore the losse I haue by hunting I do remember now an hearbe that is well knowne Vnto the sauadge Goate when he is wounded With some Huntsmans shaft this they to vs Nature to them bewray'd and t' is hard by All suddenly he parts vnto a neighbour hill And there a bundle gathers straight to vs He comes and out he drawes the iuyce thereof And mingles it with veruine seed and roote Of Centaures bloud making a playster soft Which on the wound he laies vertue myraculous The pain straight ceas'd the bloud was quickly staid The steele straightway without or toile or paine The workmans hand obeying issues out And now her strength returnes to her againe As though she had not suffered wound at all Nor was it mortall for it had vntoucht Both left the bones and bellies outward runne And onely pieâ—st into the musclouse slanke Co. Great vertue of an hearb but much more great For fortune of a woman hast thou tolde Lin. That which betweene them past when this was done Is better to be gesl'd at then be told Dorinda sure is well and with her side Can serue her selfe to any vse she likes Thou think'st she hath endur'd more wounds by this But as the piercing weapons diuers are So are the wounds of some the griefe is sharpe Of some t' is sweet one healing waxeth sound The lesse an other heales the sounder t' is In hunting he to shoote such pleasure found That now he loues he cannot choose but wound Co. Still thou wilt be that amorous Linco Lin. In mind but not in force my deare Corisca Greene bloomes dâ—sire within this aged tronke Co. Now Amarillis hath resign'd her life I will go see what deare Mirtillo doth Sce. 8. Ergasto Corisca ERg. O day of wonders day all loue all grace All ioy ô happie land ô heauens benigne Co. See where Ergasto is he comes in time Er. Now all things ioyfull are the earth the ayre The skies the fire the world and all things laugh Our ioyes haue pierc't the lowest hell nor is There any place that not partakes our blisse Co. How iocond is this man Er. O happy woods That often sigh'd and wept out wofull case Enioy our ioyes and vse as many tongues As leaues that leape at sound of these sweet windes Which â—â—â—l'd with our reioycings calmely smile Sing they the sweet aduentures of these friends Co. He speakes of Siluio and Dorinda sure Well we must liue teares are no sooner ebb'd But straight the floud of ioy comes hussing in Or Amarillis not a word he speakes Onely takes care to ioy with them that ioy Why t is well done for else this humane life Would still be full of sighes whither away Ergasto go'st so pleasantly vnto some marriage Er. Euen so but hast thou heard the happy chance Of the two fortunate Louers is 't not rare Corisca Co. To my contentment euen now I heard it all Of Linco and t'doth somewhat mittigate The griefe I for my Amarillis feele Er. Why Amarillis Of whom think'st thou I speak Co. Of Siluio and Dorinda man Er. What Siluio what Dorinda thou know'st nought My ioy growes from a higher nobler roote I Amarillis and Mirtillo sing The best contented subiects of loues ring Co. Why is not Amarillis dead Er. How dead I tell thee shee 's a bright and merrie Bâ—ide Co. Was she not then condemned vnto death She was condemn'd but soone releast againe Co. Telst thou me dreames or dreaming do I heare Er. Thine eies shall tell thee if thou 'lt stay a while Soone shalt thou see