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
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
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
what great offence Haue I committed that I worthy am With my poore off-spring for to warre with heauen If I offended haue oh yet my sonne What hath he done you cannot pardon him O Iupiter the great disdainfull blast Would quickly suffocate my aged sence But if thy thunder bolts will not my weapons shall The dolorous example I le renew Of good Amyntas our beloued Priest My sonne amaz'd shall see his father slaine Ere I a father will go kill my sonne Die thou Montane t is onely sit for thee O powers I cannot say whether of heauen or hell That agitooke with griefe dispairefull mindes Behold your fury thus it pleaseth you I nought desire saue onely speedie death A poore desire my wretched life to end Some comfort seemes to my sad spright to send Ca. Wretched old man as greater flames do dimme The lesser lights euen so the sorrow I Do of thy griefe conceiue hath put out mine Thy case alone deserueth pittie now Act. 5. Sce. 6. Tireme Mon. Carino SOftly my sonne and set thy feet secure Thou must vphold me in this rugged way Thou art my bodies eye I am thy mindes And when thou com'st before the Priest there stay Mon. Is 't not the reuerend Tirenio which I see Who blind on earth yet seeth all in heauen Some great thing moues him thus these many years I sawe him not out of his holy Cell Ca. God grant he bring vs happie newes Mon. Father Tirenio what 's the newes with you You from the temple how comes this to passe Tire To you I come for news yet bring you news How oft blind eyes do aide the inward sight The whilst the minde vntraueld with wilde sights Withdrawes into it selfe and Linceus eyes Doth set a worke in sightlesse sences blinde We may not Montane passe so lightly ore The vnexpected things that heauenly mixture temps with humane Because the Gods do not conuerse on earth Nor partly hold with mortall men at all But all these workes so great so wonderfull Which the blind world to blinder chance ascribes Is nothing but ce'estiall counsell talke So speake th' eternall powers amongst themselues Whose voices though they touch not deafened eares Yet do they â—ound to hearts that vnderstand O foure ô six times happy he that vnderstands it well The good Nicander as thou didst command Stayes to conduct the holy sacrifice But I retaind him by an accident That 's newly falne the which I know not all Vnwonted and confus'd twixt hope and feare Dulleth my sence I cannot vnderstand and yet the lesse I comprehend the more I do conceiue Mon. That which you know not wretch I know too well But tell me can the Fates hide ought from thee That piercest to the deep'st of Destinies Tire If sonne the vse diuine of light propheticall Were natures gift and not the gift of heauen Then might'st thou see as well as I that Fates Secrets sometime denie our working mindes This onely t is that makes me come to thee That I might better be inform'd who t is That is discouered father to the youth That 's doom'd to die if I Nicander vnderstand Mon. That father you desire to know am I. Tire You father of our Goddesse sacrifice Mon. I am the wretched father of that wretched sonne Tire Of that same faithfull shepheard that to giue Life to an other giues himselfe to death Mon. His that by death giueth an other life Yet by that death kills him that gaue him life Tire And is this true Mon. Behold my witnesse here Ca. That which he saith is true Tire And who art thou Ca. I am Carino his father thought till now Ti. Is this the childe the floud so bare away Mon. The very same Ti. And for this then dost thou Montanus call thy selfe a wretched father O monstrous blindnesse of these earthly mindes In what a darke profound and mystie night Of errors be they drowned when thou O heauenly sonne Dost not enlighten them Montanus thou Art blinder in thy minde then I of eyes That dost not see thy selfe the happiest father And dearest to the gods that euer yet did child beget This was the secret which the Fates did hide This is that happy day with so much bloud So many teares we did expect This is the blâ—ssed end of our distresse O thou Montanus turne into thy selfe How is the famous Oracle forgot Printed i' the hearts of all Arcadâ—a No end there is for that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite The teares of ioyeâ— so satisfie my heart I cannot vtter it No end there iâ— No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auntient fault of that false wight A faithfull shepheards pitie make amends Tell me Montanus is not this thy sonne Heauens issue is not Amarillis so Who hath vnited them but onely loue Siluio by parents force espowsed was To Amarillis whom he hated still If thou the rest examine you shall plainly see The fatall voyce onely Mirtillo ment For since Amyntas chance where haue we seene Such faith in loue that might coequall this Who since Amyntas willing was to die For any Nymph onely Mirtill except This is that faithfull Shepheards pitie which deserues To cancell that same auncient error of Lucrine With this deed is the heauens ire appeaz'd Rather then with the sheading humane bloud Rendring vnto th' eternall iustice that Which female treacherie did take away Hence t' was no sooner he vnto the temple came There to renew his vow but straight did cease All those prodigious signes now did The holy Image sweat out bloud no more Nor shooke the ground nor any noise nor stinch Came from the Caue saue gracious harmony And odours O sweet mightie prouidence O heauenly Cods had I all words all hearts All to thy honour would I consecrate But to my power I le render you your due Behold vpon my knees ô heauenly powers I praise your name how much am I oblig'd That you haue let me liue vntill this day An hundred yeares I haue alreadie worne And neuer yet was life so sweet as now I but begun to to liue now am I borne againe Why leese I time with words that vnto deeds is due Helpe me vp sonne without thee can I not Vpraise these weake and feeble members sonne Mon. Tirenio hath wak't such ioy in me Vnited yet with such a myracle As I scarce feele I ioy nor can my soule Confounded shewe me high reteined mirth O gracious pitie of the highest Gods O fortunate Arcadia ô earth More happie then all earths beneath the sunne So deare's thy good I haue forgot mine owne And my beloued sonnes whom twise I lost And twise againe haue found these seeme a drop To the huge waues of thy great good ô dreame O blessed dreame celestiall vision rather Arcadia now thou waxest bright againe Ti. Why stay we Montane now heauens not expect A sacrifice of rage but
this which when thou wouldst thou canst not These woods and beasts leaue foolish boy loue Sil. As though there were no life but that which nurst These amorous sollies and fond extasies Lin. Tell me if in this pleasant time now flowres renew And the world waxeth yong againe thou shouldst In stead of flowry valleyes fragrant fields And well clad woods see but the oake the ashe the pine Without their leauy heares graslesse the ground The meadowes want their floures Wouldst thou not say The world doth languish nature did decay Now that same horror that same miracle That monstrous noueltie thou hast thy selfe As loue in old men is ridiculous So youth without loue is vnnaturall Looke but about Siluio what the world hath Worthy to be admir'd Loue onely made The heauens the earth the seas themselues do loue And that same starre that the dayes breake foretells Tasteth the flames of her thrise puissant sonne And at that houre because perhaps she leaues The stolne delights and bosome of her loue She darteth downe abroad her sparkling smiles Beasts in the woods do loue and in the seas The speedie Dolphins and the mightie Whales The bird that sweetly sings and wantonly Doth she now from the oake vnto the ashe Then from the ashe vnto the mirtill tree Sayes in her language I in loue do burne Wou'd I might heare my Siluio answere her the same The Bull amid the heard doth loudly lowe Yet are those lowes but bidding to loues feasts The Lyon in the wood doth bray and yet Those brayes are not the voice of rage but loue Well to conclude all things do loue but thou Thou onely Siluio art in heauen in earth In seas a soule vncaple of loue Leaue leaue these woods these beasts and learne to loue Sil. Was then my youth committed to thy charge That in these soft esseminate desires Of wanton loue thou shouldst it nurse and traine Remembrest not what thou and what I am Lin. I am a man and humane me esteeme With thee a man or rather shouldst be so I speake of humane things Which if thou skornst Take heed least in dishumaning thy selfe A beast thou proue not sooner then a God Sil. Neither so famous nor so valiant Had bene that monster-tamer of whose blood I do deriue my selfe had he not tamed loue Lin. See blind child how thou erst where hadst thou bene Had not that famous Hercules first lou'd The greatest cause he monsters tam'd was loue Knowest thou not that faire Omphale to please He did not onely chaunge his Lions skin Into a womans gowne but also turn'd His knottie club into a spindell and a rocke So was he wont from trouble and from toyle To take his ease and all alone retire To her faire lappe the hauen of happie loue As rugged Iron with purer mettall mixt Is made more fit refin'd for noble vse So fierce vntam'd strength that in his properrage Doth often breake yet with the sweets of loue Well temper'd proueth truly generous Then if thou dost desire to imitate Great Hercules and to be worthy of his race Though that thou wilt not leaue these sauadge woods Doo follow them but do not leaue to loue A Loue so lawfull as your Amarillis That you Dorinda she I you excuse For t' were vnfit your mind on honour set Should be made hot in these amorous thefts A mightie wrong vnto your worthy spouse Sil. What saist thou Linco shee 's not yet my spouse Lin. Hast thou not solemnely receiu'd her faith Take heed proud boy do not prouoke the gods Sil. The gift of heauen is humane libertie May we not force repell that force receiue Lin. Nay if thou would'st but vnderstand the heauens Hereto do tye thee that haue promised So many fauours at thy nuptiall feast Sil. I 'm sure that gods haue other things to do Then trouble and molest them with these toyes Linco nor this nor that loue pleaseth me I was a huntsman not a louer borne Thou that dost folow loue thy pleasure take Exit Sil. Lin. Thou cruel boy descended of the gods I scarce beleeue thou wert begot by man Which if thou wert thou sooner wert begot With venome of Meger and Ptisifo Then Venus pleasure which men so commend Exit Lin. Sce. 2. Mirtillo Ergasto. CRuell Amarillis that with thy bitter name Most bitterly dost teach me to complaine Whiter then whitest Lillies and more faire But deafer and more fierce then th'adder is Since with my words I do so much offend In silence will I die but yet these plaines These mountaines and these woods shal cry for me Whom I so oft haue learned to resound That loued name For me my plaints shall tell The plaining fountains and the murm'ring windes Pittie and griefe shall speake out of my face And in the end though all things else proue dombe My verie death shal tell my martirdome Er. Loue deare Mirtillo 's like a fire inclosde Which straightly kept more fiercely flames at last Thou shouldst not haue so long conceald from me The fire since it thou couldst not hide How often haue I said Mirtillo burnes But in a silent flame and so consumes Mi. My selfe I harmed her not to offend Curteous Ergasto and should yet be dombe But strict necessitie hath made me bold I heare a voice which through my scared eares Woundeth alas my wretched heart with noise Of Amarillis nighing nuptiall feast Who speakes ought els to me he holds his peace Nor dare I further search as wel for feare To giue suspition of my loue as for to finde That which I would not Well! I know Ergasto It fits not with my poore and base estate To hope at all a Nymphe so rarely qualifide Of bloud and spright truly celestiall Should proue my wife O no I know too well The lowlinesse of my poore humble starre My desteny's to burne not to delight Was I brought forth but since my cruell fates Haue made me loue my death more then my life I am content to die so that my death Might please her that 's the cause thereof And that she would but grace my latest gaspe With her faire eyes and once before she made Another by her marriage fortunate She would but heare me speake Curteous Ergasto If thou lou'st me helpe me with this fauour Aide me herein if thou tak'st pittie of my case Er. A poore desire of loue and light reward Of him that dies but dang'rous enterprise Wretched were she should but her father know She had bow'd downe her eares to her louers words Or should she be accused to the priest Her father in lawe for this perhaps she shunnes To speake with you that els doth loue you well Although she it conceales for women though They be more fraile in their desires Yet are they craftier in hiding them If this be true how can she show more loue Then thus in shunning you she heares in vaine And shunnes with pittie that can giue no helpe It is sound
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
We ought to vse whilst it we haue Time flies Away and yeares come on our youth once lost We like cut flowres neuer grow fresh againe And to our hoary haires loue well may runne But Louers will our wrinkled skinnes still shunne Ama. Thou speakest this Corisca me to trie Not as thou think'st I am sure But be assur'd Except thou show'st some meanes how I may shun This marriage bonds my thought 's irreuocable And I resolued am rather to die Then any way to spot my chastitie Co. I haue not seene so obstinate a foole But since you are resolu'd I am agreed But tell me do you thinke your Siluio is As true a friend to faith as you to chastitie Ama. Thou mak'st me smile Siluio a friend to faith How can that be hee 's enemy to loue Co. Siluio an enemy to loue O foole These that are nice put thou no trust in them Loues theft is neuer so securely done As hidden vnder vaile of honestie Thy Siluio loues good Sister but not thee Ama. What goddesse is she for she cannot bee A mortall wight that lighted hath his loue Co. Nor goddesse nor a Nimph. Ama. What do you tell Co. Know you Lisetta Ama. She that your cattell keeps Co. Eu'n she Ama. Can it be true Co. That same 's his hart Ama. Sure hee 's prouided of a daintie Loue. Co. Each day he faines that he on hunting goes Ama. I eu'ry morning heare his cursed horne Co. About noone-time when others busie are He his companions shuns and comes alone By a backe way vnto my garden there Where a shadow hedge doth close it in There doth she heare his burning sighes his vowes And then she tells me all and laughes at him Now heare what I thinke good to doo Nay I Haue don 't for you alreadie You know the law That tyes vs to our faith doth giue vs leaue Finding our spowses in the act of perfidie Spite of our friends the marriage to denie And to prouide vs of an other if we list Ama. That know I well I haue examples two Leucipp to Ligurine Armilla to Turingo Their faith once broke they tooke their owne again Co. Now heare Lisetta by my appointment hath Promist to meet th'vnwary Louer here In thiâ—same Caue and now he is the best Contented youth that liues attending but the houre There would I haue you take him I le be there To beare you witnesse oft't for else we worke In vaine so are you free from this same noisome knot Both with your honour and your fathers too Ama. Oh braue inuentioÌ„ good Corisca what 's to do Co. Obserue my words In midst of this same caue Vpon the right hand is a hollow stone I know not if by Art or nature made A litle Caue all linde with Iuy leaues To which a litle hole aloft giues light A fit and thankfull receptacle for loues theft Preuent their comming and attend them there I le haste Lisetta forward and as soone As I perceiue your Siluio enter so will I Step you to her and as the custome is Wee le carry both vnto the Priest and there dissolue This marriage knot Ama. What to his father Co. What matter 's that Think you Montanus dare His priuate to a publike good compare Ama. Then closing vp mine eyes I let my selfe Be ledde by thee my deare my faithfull guide Co. But do not stay now enter me betime Ama. I 'le to the Tâ—mple first and to the Gods My prayers make without whose aide no happy end Can euer sort to mortall enterprise Co. All places Amarillis temples are To hearts deuout you 'le slacke your time too much Ama. Time's neuer lost in praying vnto them That do commaund the time Co. Go then dispatch Now if I erre not am I at good passe Onely this staying troubles me yet may it helpe I must goe make new snares to traine in Coridon I le make him thinke that I will meet him there And after Amarillis send him soone Then by a secret way I le bring Dianaes Priests Her shall they finde and guiltie doome to death My riuall gone Mirtillo sure is mine See where he comes Whilst Amarillis stayes Ile somewhat trie him Loue now once inspire My tongue with words my face with heau'nly fire Sce. 6. Mirtillo Corisca HEre weeping sprights of hell new torments heare New sorts of paine a cruell mind behold Included in a looke most mercifull My loue more fierce then the infernall pit Because my death cannot suffice to glut Her greedie will and that my life is but A multitude of deathes commaund me liue That to them all my life might liuing giue Co. I le make as though I heard him not I heare A lamentable voyce plaine hereabouts I wonder who it is oh my Mirtillo Mir. So would I were a naked shade or dust Co. How feele you now your selfe after your long Discourse with your so dearely loued Nymph Mir. Like a weake sick man that hath long desir'd Forbidden drinke at last gets it vnto his mouth And drinks his death ending at once both life thirst So I long sicke burn't and consumed in This amorous drought froÌ„ two faire fountains that Ice do distill from out a rockie braine Of an indurate heart Haue drunke the poyson that my life will kill Sooner then halfe of my desire fulfill Co. So much more mightie waxeth loue as from Our hearts the force is he receiues deare Mirtillo For as the Beare is wont with licking to giue shape To her mishapen brood that else were helplesse borne Eu'n so a Louer to his bare desire That in the birth was shapelesse weake and fraile Giuing but forme and strength begetteth loue Which whilst t' is young and tender then t' is sweet But waxing to more yeares more cruell growes That in the end Mirtillo an mueterate affect Is euer full of anguish and defect For whilst the mind on one thought onely beates It waxeth thicke by being too much fixt So loue that should be pleasure and delight Is turn'd to malancholy and what worser is It proues at last or death or madnesse at the least Wherefore wise is that heart that often changeth loue Mir. Ere I change will or thought chang'd must my life Be into death for though the beautious Amarillis Be most cruell yet is she all my life Nor can this bodies bulke at once containe More then one heart more then one soule retaine Co. O wretched shepheard ill thou knowst to vse Loue in his kind loue one that hates thee one That flies from thee fie man I had rather die Mir. As gold in fire so saith in griefe 's refinde Nor can Corisca amâ—rous constancie Shewe his great power but thorough crueltie This onely rests amongst my many griefes My sole content doth my heart burne or die Or languish ne're so much light are the paines Plaints torments sighes exile and death it selfe For such a cause for such a sweet respect That life before my faith
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
skotfree scape For hauing so offended our high Priest Yet would I could haue comforted the wretch Cho. Why could you not Er. Because the Law forbids Vs vnder Ministers to speake with gultie folkes For this I came about and left the rest Prouoking heauens with teares and prayers deuout To turne away this dreadfull storme from vs And so pray yee and therewithall farewell Cho. So shall we do had we but once performd Our duetie vnto Siluio eternall Gods In pittie not in furie shew your selues supreame SCE. 4. Corisea NOw crowne my temples with triumphant Bayes Victorious ten ples this day happely I combated haue in the field of Loue And vanquished this day both heauen and earth Nature and Art Fortune and Destenie Both friendes and enemies haue fought for mee The wicked Satyre whom I hated so Hath helpt me much for it was better that Mirtillo should then Coridon be ta'ne To make her fault more likely and more ill VVhat though Mirtillo taken be hee 'le soone be free To her alone the punishment is due O solemne victorie On famous triumph Dresse me a Trophee amorous deceites You in this toung in this same precious brest Are aboue Nature most omnipotent VVhy stay I now t' is time for me to go Vntill the Law haue iudg'd my riuall dead Perhaps the Priest may draw the troth from mee Fly then Corisea daunger t' is to ly For them that haue no feete wherewith to fly I 'le hide me in these woodes vntill I may Returne t' enioy my ioyes happy Corisea VVho euer saw a brauer enterprise SCE. 5. Nicander Amarillis HEe had a hart most hard or rather had No hart at all nor any humane sence That did not pittie thee poore wretched Nimph And felt no sorrow for thy miserie Onely to see a Damsell captiuate Of heauenly countenance and so sweete a face VVorthy the world should to thee consecrate Temples and Sacrifices led to the Temple For a Sacrifice surely t' were a thing That with dry eyes I thinke none could behold But who knowes how and wherefore thou wert borne Titirus daughter Montan'es daughter in law That should haue been and that these two are they VVhich do vphold Arcadia and that thy selfe A daintie Nimph so faire of forme The naturall confines of this thy life Approachest now so neare the boundes of death Hee that knowes this and doth not plaine the same He is no man but beast in humane shape Am. If that my fault did cause my wretchednesse Or that my thoughtes were wicked as thou thinkst My deed lesse greeuous would my death be then For it were iust my blood should wash the spots Of my defiled soule heauens rage appease And humane iustice iustly satisfie Then could I quiet my afflicted sprights And with a iust remorse of well-deserued death My senses mortifie and come to death And with a quiet blow passe foorth perhaps Vnto a life of more tranquilitie But too too much Nicander too much grieu'd I am in so young yeeres Fortune so hie An Innocent I should be doom'd to die Nic. Ah pleasd it heauens we had gainst thee offended Not thou offended gainst the heauenly powers For we alas with greater case might haue Restor'd thee to thy violated name Then thou appeasd their violated powers But I see not who thee offended hath Sauing thy selfe Tell me wert thou not found In a close place with the Adulterer alone With him alone Wer 't thou not promised Vnto Montanus sonne Hast thou not broke thy fayth How art thou innocent Am. I haue not broke The Law and I am innocent Ni. Thou hast not broke The law of Nature happely Loue if thou likest But humane law and heauens thou hast transgrest Loue lawfully Am. Both heauens men haue er'd to me If it be true that thence our haps do come For is it reason in my destenie I beare the paine that 's due to other's faultes Ni. Peace Nimph came vp thy toung in wilfull rage Let loose do not condemne the Starres for wee Our selues procure vs all our miserie Am. I none accuse in heau'n but my ill fates And worse then them is shee that mee deceiu'd Ni. Then blame thy selfe that hast deceiu'd thy selfe Am. I was deceiu'd but by an others fraude Ni. T' is no deceite to whom deceite is deare Am. Then you I see condemne me for vnchast Ni. I say not so aske but your deedes they'â—e tell Am. Deedes often are false tokens of the hart Ni. The deedes we see we cannot see the hart Am. See what you will I 'am sure my hart is cleare Ni. VVhat led you then into the Caue alone Am. Simplicitie and my too much beliefe Ni. Trust you your Chastitie vnto your Loue Am. I trusted my false friend and not my Loue. Ni. VVhat friend was that your amorous desire Am. Orminoes sister who hath me betrayde Ni Sweete trecherie to fall into your loue Am. I knew not of Mirtilloes comming I. Ni. VVhy did you enter then and to what end Am. Let it suffize not for Mirtilloes sake Ni. You are condemn'd except y'haue better proofe Am. Let her be asked of my innocencie Ni. VVhat shee that was the occasion of your fault Am. Shee that betray'd mee will you not her beleeue Ni. VVhat fayth hath she that was so faythlesse then Am. I by our Goddesse Cinthiaes name will sweare Ni. Thy deedes haue mard the credite of thine oath Nimph to be plaine these are but dreames and waues Of muddy water cannot wash cleane nor guilty hartes Speake troth thou should'st haue kept thy chastitie As dearely as the apple of thine eye Am. And must I then thus good Nicander die Shall none me heare nor none my cause defend Thus left of all depriu'd of euery hope Onely accompanied with an extreame Vnhappy Funerall 〈◊〉 that not helpes mee Ni. Nimph be content and since thou wert so fond In 〈◊〉 be more 〈…〉 punishment 〈…〉 eyes to heau'n thence 〈◊〉 thou come And thence doth come all 〈…〉 that hapâ— As from a Fountaine doth a 〈…〉 And though to vs it ill do seeme as eu'ry good 〈…〉 with some ill yet there t' is 〈◊〉 Great 〈◊〉 doth know to whom all thoughtes are knowne So doth our Goddesse whom we worshyp heere How much I grieue for thee and if I haue 〈◊〉 with my wordes thy soule like a Phisicion I Haue done who searcheth first the wound VVhere it suspected is be quiet then Good Nimph and do not contradict that which Is writ in heau'n aboue of thee Am. O cruell sentence whether writ in heau'n Or earth In heau'n it is not writ For there mine innocencie is knowne but what Auailes it since I needes must die Ah too too hard And too too bitter cupp Ah good Nicander For pittie sake make not such haste with mee Vnto the Temple stay Oh stay a little while Ni. O Nimph to whom death is so greeuous now Each moment seemes a death it is thine ill to stay Death hath not so
him sonne Car. Because I from his cradle haue him nourisht still And euer lou'd him like my sonne Mon. Bought you him stole you him where had you him Car. A courteous straunger in 〈◊〉 gaue me him Mon. And that same straunger where had he the childe Car. I gaue him Mon. Thou mou'st at once disdaine and laughter First thou him gau'st and then hadst him in gift Car. I gaue him that which I with him had found Mon. And where had you him Car. In a lowe hole Of daintie Mutle trees vpon Alpheus banke And for this cause Mirtillo I him call'd Mon. Here 's a fine tale what haue your woods no beasts Car. Of many sorts Mon. How scapte he being deuour'd Car. A speedie Torrent brought him to this hole And left him in the bosome of a litle I le On euery side defended with the streame Mon. And were your streames so pitifull they drownd him not Your Riuers gentle are that children nuise Car. Laid in a cradle like a litle ship With other stuffe the waters wound together He was safe brought by chance vnto this hole Mon. Laid in a cradle Car. In a cradle laid Mon. And but a childe Car. I but a tender childe Mon. How long was this agoâ—â— Car. Cast vp your couâ—t Is it not nineteene yeares since the great floud So long t' is since Mon. Oh how I feele a horror shake My bones Car. He knowes not what to say Oh wicked act orecome yet will not yeeld Thinking t'ourstrip me in his wit as much As in his force I heare him murmur Yet he nill bewray that he conuinced is Mon. What interest had the man you speake of in That child was he his sonne Ca. I cannot tell Mon. Had he no better knowledge then of it then thus Ca. Nor that know I. Mon. Know you him if you see him Ca. He seem'd a shepheard by his cloaths and face Of middle stature of blacke haire his beard And eye-browes were exceeding thicke Mon. Shepheards Come hither soone Damet. Behold we are readie here Mon. Which of these did he resemble then Ca. Him whom you talke withall he did not onely seeme But t is the same who though 't be twentie yeares agoe Hath not a whit alter'd his auncient looke Mon. Stand then aside Dametas stay with me Tell me know'st thou this man Da. Me seemeth so But yet I know not where Ca. Him can I put in minde Mon. Let me alone stand you aside a while Ca. I your commaundement willingly obey Mon. Now answere me Dametas and take heed You do not lye t is almost twentie yeares Since you return'd from seeking out my child Which the outragious Riuer bare away Did you not tell me you had search'd in vaine All that same countrey with Alpheus waters Da. Why aske you this Mon. Did not you tell me him You could not finde Da. I graunt I told you so Mon. What child then was it tell me which you gaue Vnto this stranger which did know you here Da. Will you I should remember what I did So long agoe old men forgetfull are Mon. Is not he old yet he remembers it Da. Tush he doth rather dote Mon. That shall we see Come hither straunger come Ca. I come Da. Oh that Thou wert as farre beneath the ground Mon. Tell me Is this the shepheard that gaue thee the gift Ca. This same is he Da. What gift is 't thou speak'st of Ca. Dost not remember in the temple of Olimpich Ioue Hauing had answere of the Oracle And being readie to depart I met with thee And ask'd thee of the Oracle which thou declaredst After I tooke thee home vnto my house Where didst thou not giue me an Infant childe Which in a cradle thou hadst lately found Da. And what of that Ca. This is that very child Which euer since I like mine owne haue kept And at these Aultars must be sacrific'd Da. Oh force of Destiny Mon. Yet wilt thou faine Is it not true which he hath told thee here Da. Oh were I dead as sure as it is true Mon. And wherefore didst thou giue anothers goods Da. Oh maister seeke no more let this suffice Mon. Yet wilt thou hold me off and say no more Villaine thou dyest if I but aske againe Da. Because the Oracle foretold me that the child Should be in danger on his fathers hands His death to haue if he returned home Ca. All this is true for this he told me then Mon. Ay me it is too manifest the case is cleare Ca. What resteth then would you more proofe then this Mon. The proofe's too great too much haue you declar'd Too much I vnderstand â—o Carino Carino How I change griefe and fortunes now with thine How they affections now are waxen mine This is my sonne oh most vnhappie sonne Of a more wretched father More sauadge was The water in him sauing then in runing quite away Since at these sacred Aultars by thy fathers hands Thou must be slaine a wofull sacrifice And thy poore bloud must wash thy natiue soyle Ca. Art thou Mirtilloes father then how lost you him Mon. The deluge rauisht him whom when I lost I left more safe now found I leese him most Ca. Eternal prouidence which with thy counsell hast Brought all these occurrents to this onely point Th' art great with childe of some huge monstrous birth Either great good or ill thou wilt bring forth Mon. This t' was my sleepe foretold deceitfull sleepe In ill too time in good too lying still This was th' vnwonted pitie and the sudden horror that I felt to stay the axe and shake my bones For nature sure abhorres a stroke should come From fathers hands so vilde abhominable Car. Will you then execute the wicked sacrifice Mon. By other hands he may not at these Altars die Ca. Why will the father murder then the sonne Mon. So bids our law and were it pietie to spare Him since the true Amyntas would not spare himselfe Ca. O wicked Fates me whither haue ye brought Mon. To see two fathers soueraigne pitie made a homicide Yours to Mirtillo mine vnto the Gods His father you denying for to bee Him thought to saue and him you lost thereby Thinking and seeking I to kill your sonne Mine owne haue found and must mine owne go kill Ca. Behold the monster horrible this Fate brings forth O cruell chance Mirtillo ô my life Is this that which the Oracle told of thee Thus in my natiue soyle hast thou me happy made O sonne of me poore old and wretched man Lately my hope my life now my dispaire and death Mon. To me Carino leaue these wofull teares I plaine my bloud my bloud why say I so Since I it shead poore sonne why got I thee Why wert thou borne did the milde waters saue thy life The cruell father might the same bereaue Sacred immortal powers without whose deep insight No waue doth stirre in seas no blast in skies No leafe vpon the earth
counsell soone to cease desiring When we cannot attaine to our aspiring Mi. Oh were this true could I but this beleeue Thrise happie paine Thrise fortunate distresse But tell me sweet Ergusto tell me true Which is the shepheard whom the starres so friend Ergust Knowst thou not Siluio Montane's onely sonne Dianaes priest that rich and famous shepheard That gallant youth He is the very same Mi. Most happie youth that hast in tender yeares Found fate so ripe I do not enuy thee But plaine my selfe Erg. Nor need you enuy him That pittie more then enuy doth deserue Mi. Pittie and why Erg. Because he loues her not Mi. And liues he hath a hart and is not blinde Or hath she on my wretched hart spent all her flames And her faire eyes blowne all their loues on mee Why should they giue a lemme so precious To one that neither knowes it nor regards it Erg. For that the heauens the health of Arcady Do promise at these nuptialls Know you not How we do stil appease our goddesse wrath Each yeare with guiltlesse blood of some poore Nymphe A mortall and a miserable tribute Mi. T' is newes to mee that am a new inhabitant As 't pleaseth loue and my poore desteny That did before inhabit sauadge woods But what I pray you was that greeuous fault That kindled rage in a celestiall brest Erg. I will report the dolefull tragedy From the beginning of our misery That able are pittie and plaints to drawe From these hard rocks much more from humane brests In that same golden age when holy priesthood and The temples charge was not prohibited To youth A noble swaine Amintas call'd Priest at that time loued Lucrina bright A beauteous Nymphe exceeding faire but therewithall Exceeding false and light Long time she loued him Orat the least she seemed so with fained face Nursing his pure affections with false hopes Whilst she no other suters had But see Th' vnconstant wretch no sooner was she wooed By a rude shepheard but at first assault At his first sighe she yeelded vp her loue Before Amintas dream't of Iealousie At last Amintas was forlorne despide So that the wicked woman would nor see nor heare Him speake now if the wretch did sigh Be thou the iudge that knowst his paine by proofe Mi. Aye me this griefe all other griefs exceeds Er. After he had his heart recouered From his complaints he to his goddesse turnes And praying saves Great Cinthia if I haue At any time kindled with guiltlesse hands The holy flames reuenge thou then for me This broken faith of my vnconstant Nimphe Diana heares the praiers of her priest And straight out-breathing rage she takes her bowe And shootes shafts of mennitable death Into the bowels of Arcadia People of euery sexe of euery age Soone perished no succour could be found T' was bootlesse art to search for remedies For often on the patient the phisitian died One onely remedie did rest which was Strait to the nearest Oracle they went From whom they had an answere verie cleare But aboue measure deadly horrible Which was our Cinthia was displeasd and to Appease herire either Lucrina or some else for her Must by Amintas hands be sacrifiz'd Who when she had long time in vaine complain'd And lookt for helpe from her new friend in vaine Was to the sacred Altars led with solemne pompe A wofull sacrifice Where at those seete Which had pursued her long time in vaine At her betrayed Louers feete she bends Her rtembling knees attending cruell death Amintas stretcheth out the holy sword Seeming to breath from his inflamed lippes Rage and reuenge turning to her his face Speakes with a sigh the messenger of death Lucrina for thy further paines behold What Louer thou hast left and what pursude Iudge by this blow And with that very word Striketh the blade into his wofull brest Falling a sacrifice vpon the sacrifice At such a straunge and cruell spectacle The Nymphe amazed stand twixt life and death Scarce yet assur'd whether she wounded were With griefe or with the sword At last assoone As she recouered had her spright and speech She plaining saies O faithfull valiant loue O too late knowne that by thy death hast giu'n Me life and death at once If t' were a fault To leaue thee so behold I 'le mend it now Eternally vniting both our soules And therewithall she takes the sword all warme With the blood of her too late loued friend And strikes it through her hart falling vpon Amintas that was scarcely dead as yet And felt perchance that fall Such was their ende To such a wretched end did too much loue And too much trechery conduct them both Mi. O wretched Shepheard and yet fortunate That hadst so large and famous scope to showe Thy troth and waken liuely pittie of thy death Within anothers brest But what did follow Was Cinthia pleasd found they a remedie Er. Somewhat it slak't but yet not quite put out For after that a yeare was finished Her rage began a fresh so that of force They driuen were vnto the Oracle To aske new counsell but brought back againe An answere much more wofull then the first Which was to sacrifice them and each after yeare A maid or woman to our angry power Eu'n till the third and past the fourth degree So should ones blood for many satisfie Besides she did vpon th' vnhappie sexe Impose a wretched and a cruell lawe And if you marke their nature in obseruable A law recorded with vermilian blood What euer maid or woman broken had Their faith in loue and were contaminate If they should find none that would die for them They were condemn'd without remission To these our greeuous great calamities The fathers hop'd to finde a happie ende By this desired marriage day For afterward Hauing demaunded of the Oracle What end the heauens prescribed had our ill Answere was giu'n in such like words as these No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auncient fault of that false wight A faithfull Shepheards pittie make amends Now is there not in all Arcadia Other bowes left of that celestiall roote Saue Amarillis and this Siluio Th' one of Pans seed th' other of Hercules Nor to our mischiefe yet hath neuer hapt That male and female met at any time Till now Therefore good reason Montane hath To hope though all things sort not to the Oracle Yet here 's a good foundation laid the rest High fates haue in their bosomes bred And will bring forth at this great marriage day Mi. O poore Mirtillo wretched man So many cruell enemies such warres To worke my death cannot great Loue suffice But that the Fates their armes will exercise Er. This cruell loue Mirtillo feeds himselfe With teares and griefe but 's neuer satisfide I promise thee to set my wits a worke That the faire Nymphe shall heare thee speake Le ts goe These burning sighes do
Sil. I promise you Do. Siluio my deare do you not vnderstand me yet I should haue vnderstood you but with halfe of this Sil. Thou art more subtill much then I. Do. I am more earnest and lesse cruel much then thou Sil. To say the troath I am no Prophet I You must speake if you 'le haue me vnderstand Do. O wretch one of those which thy mother gaue to thee Sil. A blow on th' eare Do. A bloe on th' ear to one that loues Sil. Sometime she maketh much of me with one of theÌ„ Do. Doth she not kisse you then Sil. Nor she nor any else Doth kisse me But perhaps youl 'd haue a kisse You answere not your blushing you accuseth I am content but giue me first my dogge Do. Y'haue promist me Sil. T' is true I haue promist thee Do. And will you stay Sil. Tush what a stirre is here I will Do. Come forth Lupino Lupino dost not hear Lu. Who calls I come I come it was not I It was the dogge that slept Do. behold thy dogge More courteous then thy selfe Sil. O happy me Do. He in these armes that thou despisest so Did put himselfe Sil. O my most deare Melampo Do. Esteeming deare my kisses and my sighes Sil. I 'le kisse thee thousand times poore curre Hast thou no harme in running poore Melampo Do. O happie dog might I change lots with thee Am I not brought vnto an excellent passe That of a dog I must be iealous thus Lupino go vnto the hunting strait I le follow thee Lu. Mistresse I go Exit Scene 3 Siluio Dorindo Is ought behind Where is the Doe you promist me Do. Will you her haue aliue or dead Sil. I vnderstand you not How 's she aliue hath not my dog her kild Do. But say the dog hath not Sil. Is she aliue Do. Aliue Sil. So much more welcome she'is Do. Onely shee 's wounded in the hart Sil. Thou mockst How can she liue and wounded in the hart Do. My cruell Siluio I am that same Do Without pursuit or conquest taken so Quicke if thou pleasest to accept of me Dead if thou dost despise my companie Sil. Is this the Do the game you told me of Do. This is the same Ay me why looke you so Hold you a Nimph no dearer then a Do Sil. I neither hold thee deare nor like of thee But hate thee brute vilde lying filth Exit Do. Is this my guerdon cruell Siluio Vngratefull boy is this all my reward I gaue Melampo and my selfe with him to thee Hoping that thus thou wouldst not haue denide The sunshine of thine eyes to me I would Haue kept thee and thy dog most faithful company I would haue wipte thy browes from toilefull sweat Vpon this lap that neuer taketh rest Thou might'st haue ta'ne thy rest I would Haue carried all thy â—ew and prou'd thy pray When beasts had wanted in the woods thou mightst Haue shot at me for one and in this brest Haue vsed still thy tough-well-sinew'd bowe So as thou wouldst I like thy seruant might Thy weapons carried haue or prou'd thy pray Making my brest both quiuer and the marke For those thy shafts But vnto whom speake I To him that heares me not but 's fled from me Flie where thou wilt thee will I still pursue Eu'n into hell if any hell can be More painfull then my griefe then thy great crueltie Exit Scene 4. Corisca O How Fortune fauours my disseignes More then I lookt for She good reason hath For I ne're askt her fauour shamefastly Great pow're she hath and with good cause the world Calls her a puissant goddesse yet must we not sit still For sildome idle folkes proue fortunate Had not my industry made me companion vnto her What would this fit occasion haue auailed me To bring my purpose vnto passe Some foole Would haue her riuall shund and shew'd signes of Her iealousie bearing an euil eye About but that had bene ill done for easilier May one keepe her from an open then a hidden foe The couer'd rocks are those which do deceiue The wisest marriners Who cannot friendship faine Cannot truly hate Now see what I can do I am not such an â—asse to thinke she doth not loue It might she make some other foole beleeue But tush I am the mistresse of this art A tender wench Scarce from the cradle crept in whom loue hath Still'd but the first drops of his sweet so long Pursude and wooâ—d by a worthy friend And worse 〈◊〉 and â—ekist and yet not loueâ— She is an asse that it beleeues I le not beleeu 't But see how Fortune fauours me Behold Where Amarillis is her selfe I le make As though I sawe her not and stand aside Scene 5. Amarillis Corisca DEare blessed woods and you the silent groues Of rest and peace the harbour-houses true How willingly I turne to visit you And if my starres had so bene pleasde t' haue let Me liue vnto my selfe I with th'elizian fields The happie gardeins of the demy gods Wou'd not haue chang'd your gentle shadow spots If I iudge right these worldly goods are nought But muschiefes still the richest haue least goods And he possesseth most that is most poore Riches are euer snares of libertie What 's fame of beautie worth in tender yeares Or heauenly noblenesse in mortall blood So many fauours both of heauen and earth Fields large and happie goodly meadow plaines Fat pastures that do fatter flocks present If in the same the hart be not content Happie that shepheardesse whose scarcely knees A poore but yet a cleanly gowne doth reach Rich in her selfe onely in natures gifts Who in sweet pouertie no poorenesse knowes Nor feeles no tortures which this â—iches brings Desire to haue much nere doth her torment If she be poore yet is she well content She natures gifts doth nurse with natures gifts Making milke spring with milke saucing her natiue sweet With hony of the Bee one fountaine serueth her To drinke to wash and for her looking glasse If she be well then all the world is well Let the cloudes rise and thunder threat amaine Her pouertie doth all the feare preuent If she be poore yet is she well content Finely the flocke committed to her charge Feeds on the grasse the whilst her shepheard friend Feeds on her eyes not whom the starres or men Her destenies but whom affection chooseth Then in the shadow of a Mâ—â—tell tree Cherisht she cherisheth againe nor doth She feele that heat which she discouers not Nor euer heat discouer which she doth not feele Alwaies declaring troth of her intent If she be poore yet is she well content True life that knowes not death before they die Ah that I might my fortune chaunge with theirs But see Corisca Gods saue you good Corisca Co. Who calleth me Deare Amarillis dearer then Mine eies my life whither go you alone Ama. No further then you see glad I haue found you out Co. You haue her found that will
shall broken bee So worse then death I hold inconstancie Co. O braue exploit Louer magnanimous Like an enraged beast or sencelesse rocke There cannot be a greater damned plague More mortall poyson to a soule in loue Then is this faith Vnhappie is that heart That let it selfe be guld with vaine fantasâ—nes Of this erronious and vnseasonable Disturber of these amorous delights Tell me poore man with this thy foolish vertue of constancie What lou'st thou in her that doth thee despise Lou'st thou the beautie that is none of thine The ioy thou hast not the pittie thou wantst The reward thou dost not hope for if thou deem'st right Thou lou'st thine ill thy grief thy very death Th' art mad to hunt thus that thou canst not haue Lift vp thy selfe Mirtillo happily thou wantst â—ome choise of friends thou finds none to thy mind Mir. More deare to me is paine for Amarillis Then any ioy a thousand else can giue If me my fates forbid her to enioy For me then die all other kinds of ioy I fortunate in any other kinde of loue No though I would I could not Nor though I could I would not And if I thought in any time henceforth My will would wish or power obtaine the same I would desire of heau'n and loue at once Both will and power might quite be ta'ne away Co. Wilt thou then die for her that thee disdaines Mir. Who pitie not expects doth feare no paines Co. Do not deceiue thy selfe perhaps thou think'st Shee doth dissemble in this deepe despight And that she loues thee well for all this showe Oh that thou knewst what vnto me shee euer sayes Mir. All these are trophees of my truest faith With which I will triumph ouer her cruell will Ouer my paines and my distressed chance Ouer worlds fortune and ouer death it selfe Co. What would he do did he but know her loue How I bewaile thee wretched phrensie man Tell me didst thou e're any loue besides Mir. She was my first and she my last shall be Co. For ought that I can see you neuer try'd Loue but in cruell moodes but in disdaine Oh if you had but prou'd him one time kind Proue him but so you shal see how sweet a thing It is t' enioy a gratefull Nymph sheel 'e you adore Shee 'le make your Amarillis bitter to your taste How deare a thing it is wholy to haue What you desire and be nought bard thereof Here your Nymph sigh to coole your scalding sighs And after say my deere all that you see is yours If I be faire I am onely faire for you Onely for you I cherish these my cheekes My lockes my brest your deare hearts onely lodge But this alasâ—e is but a brooke to that Great Sea of sweets which we in loue might taste Which none can vtter saue by proofe Mir. Thousand times blest that vnder such a star is borne Co. Here me Mirtillo how like I was t' haue said My heart a Nymph as gentle as the winde Doth blow vpon with haire of glistering gold As worthy of your loue as you of hers Praise of these woods loue of a thousand hearts By worthy youthes in vaine sollicited You onely loues more then her heart her life If you be wise do not dispise her then She like a shadow to thy selfe will be A faithfull follower of thy footsteps euer One at thy word obedient at thy becke All houres of day and night at thy commaund Do not forsake this rare aduenture then No pleasure in this earth so sweet as this It will not cost a teare no not a sigh A ioy accommodated to thy will A sweetnesse temp'red sweetly to thy taste Is 't not a treasure worth the hauing man Leaue then the feet of flying hopelesse trace And her that followes thee scorne not t' embrace I feed you not with hopes of vanitie If you desire to see her you shall see her straight Mir. My hart 's no subiect for these loues delights Co. Proue it but once and then returne againe Vnto thy sollitary griefe so may'st thou see What are those ioyes that in loues pleasures bee Mir. A taste corrupted pleasant things abhors Co. Be not you cruel yet to rob her life That on your eye depends you know what t' is To beg with pouertie if you desire Pitie your selfe do it not her denie Mir. What pitie can he giue that none can get In summe I am resolu'd whilst here I liue To keepe my faith to her how ere she proue Cruell or pitifull or how she will Co. Oh truly blind vnhappie sencelesse man To whom preseru'st thou faith trust me I am loth T' augment thy griefe but for the loue I beare thee I cannot choose Thinkst Amarillis is vnkind For zeale she to religion beares Or vnto chastitie Thou art a foole The roome is occupied and thou must weepe Whilst others laugh What now th' art dumbe Mir. Now stands my life in midst twixt life and death Whilst I in doubt do stand if to beleeue Or not beleeue this makes me so amaz'd Co. You 'le not beleeue me then Mir. Oh if I do Straight shall you see my miserable end Co. Liue wretched man liue and reuenged bee Mir. Oh no it is not true it cannot bee Co. Well there 's no remedie I must rehearse That which will vexe thy heart Seest thou that caue That is the true custodian of her faith And her religion There thee to scorne she laughes There with thy torments doth she sauce the ioyes Of thy thrise happie riuall There to be plaine Thy faithfull Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the armes of a base shepheard slaue Go sigh preserue thy faith there 's thy reward Mir. Dost thou tell true Corisca may I beleeue thee Co. The more thou seek'st the worse thou findest still Mir. But hast thou seene this thing Corisca Co. I haue not seen 't yet may'st thou if thou wilt For euen this day is order ta'ne this houre That they may meete Hide thee but somewhere here And thou shalt see her first go in then he Mir. Then comes my death Co. See where she comes Softly descending by the Temples way Seest thou her Do not her stealing feete bewray her stealing heart Attend thou here and thou shalt see th' effect Mir. Since I am here the truth I now will see Till then my life and death suspended bee Sce. 7. Amarillis LEt neuer mortall enterprise be ta'ne in hand Without this heauenly counsell halfe confusde And doubtfull was my heart when I went hence Vnto the Temple whence thankes be to heauen I do well comforted and well dispos'd returne Me thought to my pure prayers and deuout I felt a spright celestiall mooue within me Hartning my thoughts that as it were did say What fear'st thou Amarillis be assurd So will I goe assur'd heau'ns be my guide Fauour faire Mother of loue her pure desseignes That on thy succour onely doth depend Queene of the triple skie if
content When I remember how farre hence I left My house and little houshold off well may I rest My limbes but well I wot my hart will mone Nor saue thy selfe could any thing haue drawne Me from Elidis now yet I know not What cause hath made you trauaile to this place Car. Thou knowst my deare Mirtillo whom the heauens Haue giu'n me for my Sonne came hither sicke Heere to get health according to the Oracle Which sayd onely Arcadia could restore it him Two monthes he hath been heere and I not able to Abide that stay went to the Oracle To know of his returne which answered thus Returne thou to thy Countrey where thou shalt Liue merrily with thy Mirtillo deare Heauens haue determined great thinges of him Nor shalt thou laugh but in Arcadia Thou then my deare companion merrie bee Thou hast a share in all my good nor will Carino smile if my Vranio grieue Vra All labours that I for Caâ—ino take Haue their reward but for to short the way I pray you tell what made you trauaile first Car. A youthfull loue I vnto Musicke bore And greedinesse of forraine fame disdayning that Arcadia onely should me prayse made me Seeke out Eliâ—â— and Pisa famoue so Where I saw glorious Aegen crowned with Bayes With Purple next to Vertue euermore So that he Phâ—bus seem'd when I deuout Vnto his powre did consecrate my Lute Then left I Pisa and to Mâ—cenâ— went And afterwardes to Argos where I was At first adored like a God but twilbe too Too troublesome to tell the storie of my life I many fortunes tride sometime disdaind Sometime respected like a power deuine Now rich then poore now downe then vp aloft But in the change of place my fortunes neuer changd I learnd to know and sigh my former libertie And leauing Argos I returned to My homely Bowre I in Elidis had Where Gods be prays'd I did Mirtillo buy Who since hath comforted all mine annoyes Vr Thrise happie they who can conteine their thoughts And not through vaine and most immoderate hope 〈◊〉 the sweete tasted fruite of moderate good Ca Who would haue thought t' haue waxed poore in gold I thought t' haue found in royall Paliaces People of more humanitie then heere Which is the noble ornament of worthy sprightes But I Vrâ—â—io found the contrarie People in name and wordes right curtuous But in good deedes most â—â—arse and Pitties foes People in face gentle and pleasant still But fiercer then th'outrâ—gious swelling Sea People with countenaunce all of charitie But throughly Couetous and fraught with Enuie The greater showes they make the lesse troth they meane That which is vertue otherwhere is there but vice Vprightest deedes true loue pittie sinceere 〈…〉 fayth of hand and hart A hie most innocent these they esteeme But cowards still and men of sillie wittes Follies and vanities that are rediculous Coosonage lying theft and rapine clad In holinesse by others downefalles and their losse Rich still to grow to builde their reputation On others infamie to lay fiue snares To trap the innocent these are the vertues of that place No merrit worth reuerence of age Of law or of degree no raines of shame Respect of loue or blood nor memorie Of any good receiued and to conclude nothing so reuerend pure or iust can be That seemes forbidden to these gulfes of pride Of honour so ambitious so couetous Of getting still Now I that alwayes liu'd Vnwarie of their snares and in my forehead had All my thoughts written my hart discouered You well may iudge I was an open marke To the suspicious shaftes of enuious folkes Vr What can be happie in that caytiue land Where Enuie euer Vertue doth commaund Ca. If since I trauailed my Muse had had As good a cause to laugh as t 'had to weepe Perhaps my stile would haue been fit t' haue sung The armes and honours of my noble Lord So that he needed not to haue enuyed The braue Meonian trumpet of Achilles fame I might haue made my Countries browe been girt With happie Laurell too But too inhumane is this age And too vnhappie guiâ—t of Poetrie The Swans desire a quiet nest a gentle ayre Pernassuâ— neuer knew this byting care Who quarrels with his fate and fortuue still His voyce must needes be hoarse his song but ill But now t' is time to seeke Mirtillo out Oh how this Countrey 's chaungd I scarcely know 't But Straungers neuer want a guide that haue a tongue We will enquire to the next harbour house Where thou thy wearie limmes mayst well repose SCE. 2. Titirus Nuntio WHich plaine I first my child of thee thy life Or honestie I le plaine thine honestie Because thy fire though mortall honest was And in thy steed my life I 'le plaine and spend Of thy life and thine honestie to see an end O Montane onely thou with thy deuices And ill-â—und Oracles and with thy loue And proud despiser of my daughter to this end Hast brought my child Oh doubtfull Oracles How vaine you bee and honestie gainst loue In youthfull hartes a weake defence doth proue A woman whom no match hath euer sought Is euill guarded from this common thought Nun. If dead he be not or that through the ayre No windes haue carried him him might I finde But see him now when least I thought I should O late for mee for thee too quickly found Except the newes were better that I bring Ti. Bringes thou the weapon that hath slaine my child Nun. Not this but lesse But how heard you this newes Ti. Why liues she then Nun. Shee liues and may do still For in her choyce it is to liue or die Ti. Oh blest be thou that liftes me vp from death But how is she vnsafe since at her choyce it is To liue or die Nun. Because she will not liue Ti. Shee will not liue What madnesse makes her thust Nun. Anothers death and if thou dost not moue her Shee is so bent as others send in vaine Their praying wordes Ti. Why stay we let vs goe Nun. What soft and faire the Temples gates are shut And know you not how it vnlawfull is For any one saue sacerdotall foote To touch the sacred ground vntill such time The Sacrifize vnto the Aulters come Adorned with the Sanctuarie rites Ti. How if shee'ffect her purpose in the while Nun. Shee cannot for shee 's kept Ti. in meane time Then tell truely how all this is come to passe Nun. Thy mournefull child now come before the Priest With lookes of feare and griefe that teares brought foorth Not onely from vs by but by my troth Eu'n from the pillors of the Temples selfe And hardest stones that seemd to feele the same Was in a trice accus'd conuic't condemn'd Ti. O wretched child and why was she condemn'd Nun. Because the groundes of her defence were small Besides a certaine Nimph whom she did call In testimonie of her innocence Was absent now and none
was to thee I now desire nothing but crueltie I proudly thee despi'd vpon my knees I humbly thee adore and pardon craue But not my lyfe Behold my Bowe my Shaftes Wound not mine eyes or handes th' are innocent But wound my brest monster to pittie foe To loue wound me this hart that cruell was To thee behold my brest is bare Do. Siluio I wound that brest thou hadst not need Let it be naked to mine eyes if thou desirdst I should it wound O daintie beauteous rocke So often beaten by the waues and windes Of my poore teares and sighes in vaine and is it true Thou pittie feelst or am I wretch but mockt I would not this same Alablaster skin Should me deceiue as this poore Beastes hath thee I wound thy brest t' is well Loue durst do so I aske no wore reuenge then thou shouldst loue Blest be the day wherein I first did burne Blest be my teares and all my martirdomes I wish thy prayse and no reuenge of thee But curteous Siluio that dost kneele to her Whose Lord thou art since mee thou needes wilt serue Let thy first seruice be to rise when I thee bid The second that thou liu'st for mee let heauens Worke their will in thee my hart will liue As long as thou dost liue I cannot die But if it seeme vniust my wound should be Vnpunished then breake this cruell Bowe Let that be all the mallice thou dost show Si. Oh curtuous doome and so 't shal be Thou deadly Wood shalt pay the price of others life Behold I breake thee and I render thee Vnto the Woodes a trunke vnprofitable And you my Shaftes that pierced haue the side Oâ— my faire Loue because you brothers bee I put you both togither and deliuer you Roddes armd in vaine and vainely feathered T' was true Loue tolde me late in Ecchoes voyce O powerfull tamer both of Gods and men Late enemie now Lord of all my thoughtes Iâ— thou esteemest it glory to haue mollified A proude obdurate hart Defende me from The fatall stroke of death one onely blow Killing Dorinda will me with her kill So cruell death if cruell death she proue Will triumph ouer thee triumphant loue Lin. So wounded both yet woundes most fortunate Were but Dorindaes sownd Let 's soone go seeke Some remedie Dor. Do not good Linco lead Me to my fathers house in this attire Sil. Shall my Dorinda go to other house Then vnto mine no sure aliue or dead This day I 'le marrie thee Lin. And in good time Since Amarillis hath lost life and marriage too O blessed couple O eternall Gods Giue two their liues giuing but one her health Dor. Siluio I weary am I cannot hold me on My wounded side Sil. Be of good cheere Thou shalt a burthen be to vs most deare Linco giue me thy hand Lin. Hold there it is Sil. Hold fast and with our armes wee 'le make a seate For her Sit there Dorinda and with thy right hand Hold Lincoes necke and with thy left close mine Softly my hart for rushing of thy wound Dor. O now mee thinkes I am well Sil. Linco hold fast Lin. Do not you stagger but go forward right This is a better triumph then a head Sil. Tell me Dorinda doth thy wound still pricke Dor. It doth but in thine armes my louelie treasure I hold eu'n pricking deare and death a pleasure Chorus O Sweete and golden age when Milke Vnto the tender World was meate Whose Cradle was the harmelesse Wood Their dearer partes whose grasse like silke The Flockes vntoucht did ioy to eate Nor feard the World the spoyle of blood The troublous thoughts that do no good Did not then make a cloudy vaile To dimme our sunnes eternall light Now Reason being shut vp quight Cloudes do our Wits skies ouer-haile From whence it is straunge landes we seeke for ease Ploughing with huge Oake trees the Ocean seaes This bootlesse superstutious voyce This subiect profit lesse then vaine Of toyes of titles and of sleight Whom the mad World through worthlesse choyce Honor to name doth not disdaine Did not with tyranny delight To rule our mindes but to sustaine Trouble for troth and for the right To maintaine sayth a firme decree Amonst vs men of each degree Desire to do well was of right Care of true Honor happy to be named Who what was lawfull pleasure to vs framed Then in the pastures grony shade Sweete Carroles and sharpe Madrigalâ— Were flames vnto deare lawfull Loue There gentle Nimphes and Shepheards made Thoughts of their wordes and in the dales Did Himen ioyes and kisses moue Farre sweeter and of more behoue True louers onely did enioy Loues liuely Roses and sweete Flowers Whilst Wily-craft sound alwayes showers Showers of sharpe will and wills annoy Were it in Woodes or Caues for quiet rest The name of Husband still was likâ—d best False wicked World that courrest still With thy base mercenary name The soules chiefe good and dost entice To nourish thought of newfound Will With likelihoodes 〈◊〉 againe Vnbridling euâ—â— secret vice Like to a Net layde by deuice Among 〈◊〉 Flowers and sweetâ— spread 〈◊〉 Thou cloathst vilde thoughtes in 〈…〉 Esteeming seeming goodnesse deedes By which the life with Art deceiue Nor dost thou care this Honor is thy act What theft it be so Loue may hide the fact But thou great Honour great by right Frame famous spirits in our hartes Thou true Lord of each Noble brest O thou that rulest Kinges of might Once turne thee into thâ—se our partes Which wanting thee cannot be blest Make theâ—r from out their mortall rest With mightie and with powerfull stanges Who by a base vnwarthy will Haue left to work thy pleasure still And left the worth of antiqur thinges Let 's hope our ills a truce will one day take And let our hopes not wauer no nor shake Let 's hope the setting sunne will rise againe And that the skyes when they most aarke appeare Do dravv though couer'd after vvished cleare Finis Cho. Act. 4. SCENA 1. Vranio Carino THe place is euer good where any thriues And euery place is natiue to the wise Car. True good Vranio I by proofe can tell That young did leaue my fathers house and sought Strange places out and now turne home graâ— hear'd That earst departed hence with golden lockes Yet is our natiue soyle sweete vnto him That hath his sence Nature doth make it deare Like to the Adamant whom though the Matrinet Carry farre hence sometime where as the Sunne Is borne and sometime where it dyes yet still The hidden vertue where with it beholdes The Northren Pole it neuer doth forgoe So he that goes farre from his natiue soyle And often times in straunger land doth dwell Yet he retaines the loue he to it bore O my Arcadia now I greet thy ground And welcome good Vranio for t' is meete You do partake my ioyes as you haue done my toyle Vra I may pertake your toyle but not