Ast. Babble not Sirrah in this sacred Place Now Beauty I defy thy Magick Power These wanton Rovers shall fly out no more For ever in those sacred Walls confin'd I 'le chain my Brutal Sense t' enlarge my Nobler Mind Clin. And are you then resolved Ast I am Clin. But pray Came now a rare fresh Beauty in your way Would the cold Water of the Holy Font Cool you so much you 'd not engage upon 't Ast Alas the Change will be so great that she Would but at best a Statue be to me I might perhaps the Work-man-ship commend And only there my Contemplations end He 's scarce half Man that makes a Woman's Eyes His only Bliss his only Paradice Exit Enter Ismenius and Sylvanus Ism That you now offer him to your Son's Shade What fitter Expiation can be made It is but just that Humane Blood should flow When offer'd t' a Divinity below Such as Traumatius is Sylvan Your Will shall be obey'd Do you prepare The sacred Rites and I the Secular Exit Enter Evander and Philisides Phil. Think you she 'll come Evan. Of that doubt you no more Than Day will follow the Night went before For none are here so impious that they The Summons of a Priest dare disobey Enter Astrea And see how near my Word and Truth 's ally'd She 's come already Do you step aside Phil. steps aside Astr If longer from you then I should I have staid Blame me not Sir what hast I could I made Evan. I blame you not fair Nymph but grieve that Fate Should so ordein that you should come too late For tho with so much Ardor for 't she pray'd The last Sand in the Glass would not be staid Till in their seeing you her dying Eyes Might make their sett Then be it no Surprize To say She 's dead your Friend Euplaste 's dead Astr And is Euplaste dead Phil. No no she 's here She lives when ere Astrea do's appear Astr. Philisides Oh then I am betray'd Rise rise my Brothers Murder to my aid And with cold Ashes taken from his Urne Choak up that Fire do's to my Breast return Phil. Why do you turn your frowning Eyes away Astr Because the Rebels would my Soul betray Phil. Can my detested sight bring such Surprize Astr. What Horrour in my Brother's Murderer lyes Oh that that fatal Name must drive me hence Phil. And can't you with one Minutes stay dispence Does one poor Sigh give such a great Offence Evan. One Minute's stay may be excus'd by Love Astr. Take me to Death for what but Death can prove So cruel and so dire Death will appear An easier Torment than to tarry here Within the reach of such a blood-shot-Eye 'T is less on Wheels or torturing Wracks to dye Exit Phil. Oh Life since all thy Comfort flyes away Why for a Plague dost thou behind it stay Break break my Heart Or if at my Command Thou wilt not break come then some blessed Hand And strike thee dead Enter Ismenius Ism Your Invocation's heard The Hand to strike already is prepar'd Then come away for you must strait be made A Victim to the blest Traumatius Shade Astr Oh stay and bear him not so fast away Since sacred Ghost this Swain his Life must pay Be not offended dear immortal Shade When all his open'd Veins are bleeding laid If to the Stream of Blood I add one Tear T' encrease the Sacrifice Phil. Oh why this wast Of Tears Astrea when the Season's past To have your pitty in Your Tears now shed Are like Rain-Water when the Plant is dead How comes it thus to pass my being made A Sacrifice to your dead Brother's Shade Should such Compassion win when all my Love And Tortures there could not your Pitty move When to Astatius you my Right could pay And give your unkind straggling Heart away Astr Oh do not this unjust Complaint pursue 'T was You that gave my Love the mortal Blow That that I to my Brothers Murder owe. My Love and Piety did such Conflicts make That th' only Man I lov'd I could forsake My poor deplored unhappy Brother's Fall Conceal'd my Faith Love Reason Sense and All. Phil. But were your Love and Reason Sense and All. Phil. But were your Love and Reason so far gon That with your Charms you could my Rival Crown Astr. Oh pardon me I yeilded to my Doom And my Obedience made my Martyrdom I must not Love you if you longer live And if you dye Eternally must grieve Phil. In what a wretched State Oh then am I Can have no Will to live and none to dye For Hell my Life and Hell my Death you 'll make If Love you give not or if Grief you take Astr How ever crost we in this Point agree No two were ere so wretched made as We. Phil. And if in that we such proportion keep 'T is just we should in a like Measure weep Ism But when that Grief swells in the Breast too high To give a stop to it is Charity Then Youth make hast with us and this proof give How much by dying you deserve to live Ex. Phil. Ism Astr And shall when he is gone Astrea stay As well the Substance gone the Shadow may No to the Altar I with him will go And with him Dye 'T is all done at one Blow As she is going off the Inner part of the Temple is discovered an Altar flaming Evander standing by it Ismenius Sylvanus Shepherds Shepherdesses Philisides prepared for Sacrifice Alveria standing by Ism All the Pollutions ere have been Let by those Doors thy Senses in Or corrupt Fancies ever bred Or Appetite engendered I with this Holy-Water on Thee sprinkled thus do purge thee from And now to th' Altar I thee lead To be a Victim to the Dead Enter Evander Evan. And thus I give thee up to Life No Sacrifice no use of Knife Discovers himself For see the Shadow hence is fled And here 's the Substance in its stead And now no more a Priest unless it be To this his greatest Deity To Alveria Omnes Traumatius Traum Another time I 'le let you understand How all my Wounds were Cur'd and by what Hand I had no Hopes that you would ere agree The fair Alveria should be wed by Me And what great Pitty all would say it was That so much Youth and Beauty as she has Should either wastfully consume away Or whil'st your Blessing on 't you would not lay Be gather'd most unhappily by me I had resolved my supposed Death should be The Means to give her up to better Fate But what I suffer'd in 't I 'le not Relate My Pangs indeed can be describ'd by none But this Assurance take if to atone My Love and Duty you do here deny Not in Disguise but I in Truth shall dye Ismenius Sylvanus and Lilla Whisper Alv. My Attempt upon your Life To Phil. Phil. Has set upon My Breast a noble Mark of Love whereon If ere I chance
which seems best to you Ast Philisides Eup. The same Ast I 'm all Surprize Is my Fair Amazon transform'd to this This Object do's so much Amazement strike Eup. Lay by your Wonder say which Sword you like Ast If there be odds this has it Takes one Eup. 'T is but fit It should Such Odds upon the Cause do's sit I 'm to maintain Betake you to your Guard Ast How Sir Eup. Is Death a thing that will digest so hard You will not Fight Ast Not with Philifides Eup. Think on your Insolence your Blasphemies Against the Fair Astrea Ast Wondrous Fau'ts Where lyes the Blasphemy to speak my Thoughts Because You think her Heav'nly Fair must I do so By Heav'ns my plain-frank Soul nere stoops so low To flatter what I cannot like To Idolize a Face pay 't Offerings And make Divinities of poor Mortal Things Eup. Oh Heav'ns he dares maintain his Insolence Against that sacred charming Excellence An Excellence so pure a Form so fair That Jove might quit his Throne t' inhabit there Ast And these high Raptures so Divinely sed This Courtly sound blind Loves Romantique Style Is all on a poor piece of white and red No more than what one Summer's-Sun can spoyle Eup. I 'le hear no more defend your Life Astatius only Retires Not one offensive Stroke For once I 'le try The Art I have to mount your Rage as high Do you Retreat you mighty Man of Love Your base unmanly Fear to Dye remove But to recall your frighten'd Soul again Call to your mind that once there was a Swain That met you Face to Face and from your Arm This Garter snatcht Ast How like a Fool do'st thou thy self betray Eup. Then take the Forfeit on 't this manly Way They Fight and Astatius falls Enter Clinias Clin. Oh he has kill'd my Master Help help Enter Shepherds Eup. A Curse on his wide Throat Exit Running 1. Sheph. Astatius Slain Clin. Make hast like faithful Dogs go hunt about And you will quickly find the Murd'rer out He ran that way Exeunt Shepherds persuing Esculapius Temple to this Place is near And to his Priests I will my Master bear They 're better skill'd to cure his Wounds than I. Come dear Sir rise and from Death's Horrours fly Ast. Fare-well fair Nymphs you dear Pleasant Groves The once kind Scene of all my happy Loves A long Fare-well What has this Minute done Who lived for the whole Sex now dyes for one Exit supported by Clinias Esculapius Temple discovered Priests attending 1. Priest Thou who for Good to Humane Race To Sol thy Master giv'st not Place 2d Priest For tho the Aire be nere so bright Made by the Beams of his great Light Unless 't is Healthful made by Thee But hastens on Mortality 1. Priest Oh then receive their joyful Sound Who with thy Blessing Health abound Enter Clinias leading Astatius Priest How dare you with unhallow'd Feet Prophane this Sacred Ground Retreat Clin. Nay Reverend Sir be not so much unkind Let us your Favour not your Anger find This wounded Swain does your kind Help implore Cure him and we will trouble you no more Temple shuts Within Follow follow follow Enter Euplaste Eup. Hell stop your Throats What Cryes these Blood-Hounds make To Fight 'em all Alas I am too weak And their Pursuit's too hot t' escape by Flight What shall I do I have but this one Slight I 'le to Traumatius Vault and hide me there So great a Reverence to that Place they bear As sure 't will prove a Place for my Defence A Sanctuary gainst their Violence This Bush shall hide my Sword who 'll Quarter cry Throws his Sword away Ought all offensive Weapons to lay by Exit ACT the FIFTH The SCENE The Vault Alveria Ismenius and Evander Alv. TO thee thou purest Shade Of all Love ere t' Elysium sent The Tribute of my Sighs is paid Ism True Lovers dye not but Translate To a Divine from Humane State Then be less griev'd at your Traumatius Fate Enter Philisides Running Phil. Here I am safe To your Protection take A Swain whom all the World beside forsake In this kind Sanctuary let me lye And be secure from Death and Infamy Evan. Alv. Philisides Alv. The Wolfe is come And now my Dear thy Flow'rs I 'le water with the best of Show'rs Warm Drops of Blood To th'God of Wine Cause greatest foe unto the Vine The Goat is offer'd up And Thee Thus to my Love I offer Stabs Philisides Now 't is done Then finish Fate what I 've begun Evan. Oh that a Hand so white should do A Deed so black Alv. Oh do not You Who are a Priest your Mouth defile By giving it so false a Style What Victim to Traumatius Shade Of sweeter Odour can be made Or more the Cry of his loud Blood appease Than this his Murderer Philisides Evan. Of how much Mischief has my long Disguise Been the unhappy Cause In this Swain's Death I 've bought the Proof of my Alveria's Faith And Constancy at much too dear a Price Phil. Philisides Yes He I am For under none but my true Name I 'de dye Astreas Lover But that Breath That name that very Thought has vanquish'd Death Such soveraign Balsome in it lyes That know to a new Life I rise Mistaken Fair You 've given the Wound in vain No Hand can reach that Heart where that bright Form do's Raign Alv. Oh my weak Hand And thou dull Instrument That thus the Stroke falls short of the Intent Ism I 'm glad it is no Mortal Wound Apply You to your Surgery whil'st I With speed to good Sylvanus send That he this Accident may know Exit Evander and Philisides Enter Astatius and Clinias Ism Your Wounds thus searcht drest up and bound Your Cure Will need no further Care it is so sure Depart Yet first 't were fit that you express By some Oblation your true Thankfulness To our great God Ast That good Astonishment Only directs to what my Heart was bent My Offering then is all my Flocks of Sheep With all the Downs on which my Flocks I keep All this I give and what 's of Gifts the best My Self the Donor to be made his Priest Ism The Voyce of Heav'n sent by these darting Beams I fear the Anger of our God proclaims It Thunders Stay on this Holy Ground whil'st I retire And the Mysterious Depths of Fate inquire Exit Soft Musick plays till his Return Re-Enter Ismenius Ism The God declares That he has seen How Faithless you in Love have been And till that Humour 's purg'd away On 's Altars you no Fire must lay But to the Holy Fount repair And wash in signe reclaim'd you are That done a single Life protest The God admits you for his Priest Exit Clin. Stay Master stay and be advis'd by me You know my Witt and my Fidelity Do not with such a Servant part so soon Whose Like you 'll never have when I am gon
devise Holds off She 'd be enjoy'd by a Surprize Our Neighbour Spartans make their Marriages A kind of Rape The Blustrings in 't to please A tame Encounter argues little Flame And willingness to Loose but dulls the Game Th' Approach to common Fields is easie made But he that would th' Hesperides invade He must have Fighting with a Dragon Sylvan Right No Greeks so bravely as the Spartans Fight And if that we Arzadians should like them Vanquish our Brides we might perhaps Redeem Our Nation 's Honour Ast Spoke like a God! And let Arcadia see This great Change wrought first in your Family I 'le fetch a Priest and if such Thrift you like Amongst our Selves our Marriage up we 'l strike For Feasting and the like Formalities Do but retard the Reaping of our Joyes Sylvan By Pan and so they do Thou'â—t in the Right Like a long March they tire who are to Fight Go then and fetch a Priest Exeunt severally The SCENE The Vault Alveria weeping in it Alv. Go now my Flocks and at your Will Betake you to the Pool or Hill For since Alas I could not keep My Shepherd Why should I my Sheep I 'l weep and sigh and pine away If Night won't come make Night of Day For What have I to do with Light When nought is left me worth my sight All Fair all Good ere counted on Lay in my Love and He is gon Enter Dametas with a Basket of Fruit. Dam. Whil'st she this Right to her dead Lover payes She such a Fascination on me layes I could here stand and tho the Winds blew loud And all the Skies were wrapt up in a Cloud Be no more mov'd there-at than if it were A Halcyon-Day or one more calm and clear But to my Errand Thou who may'st Redeem Thy whole Sex from that ill-bred dis-esteem Lightness in some casts on 't Take no Offence That I approach thy Gell. 'T is not pretence Of Zeal but Truth that brings me here Alv. Is' t You. Dametas Oh come in and take a view Of Sorrow's Harbour For 't is here it dwells And all but what belongs to it expells Thou weep'st and thou dost shame me in 't that I Whose Loss in him does thine so much out-vy Should'st do but as thou do'st Dam. But fairest Maid For some short space let Grief aside be laid And tast this Dish of Fruit I here present Want you a Knife Here 's one is Humbly sent produces her a Knife Alv. O Heaven 't is the same Knife which I did seem To stick the Woolf with in my rate told Dream Bestow 't on me Dam. With all my Heart But that Alv. What you would say I easily can guess But think I pray And you 'll no more â—â—sconstâ—â—e my Intent Would I so many Deaths have underwent As I have done since my Traumatius Fall When one had serv'd t' have freed me from 'em All. Alveria's Vertue dares not Act that Crime I dare not touch that Life that 's deâ—◠〈…〉 No tho unhappy She had whiter Hands The Consecrated Oak securely stands Dam. Then 't is your own That was my 〈◊〉 And I much joy that from that Pear I 'm freed And now my Care so happily is done I give you back to your Devotion Alv. The Steam of Sacrificed Blood t is sed Is that alone where-with all Spirits are fed Oh be thou then to serve Traumatius in 't For my deaf Spirits Food the Instrument The Priest the Altar and the Knife 's prepar'd Oh do no longer then our Zeal retard Thou know'st the only requisite we need Then bring blest Shade the Sacrifice and feed Exit ACT the FOURTH Enter Euplaste Eup. IN all Post-hast Astatius â—lew away To fetch a Priest and yet how long can stay Bofore he brings him Swift as from the Bow The Arrow went and not the Snayle so slow In coming back Enter Clinias Singing The Goose and the Capon The Calves Head and Bacon Are ready are ready To be set on the Table But if this good Victual Can draw but a little There 's something there 's something Draws more than a Cable Eup. Where is your Master Clin. Ha Diana I would she 'd keep her once in her own Sphear It bodes us no good Luck to find her here Aside Eup. Why speak you not Study you for a Lye Clin. Oh no sweet Goddess True as Steel am I But some-what slow of Speech before my Betters Wild Colts you know are to be put in Fetters And such my Master is and herefore 's gon To fetch a Priest to put his Fetters on Eup. And why not brings one then Clin. Whither Eup. Hither Clin. Hither Ha ha We are like to have stâ—angeâ— When as the Moon her self is Lunatique Eup. What Laugh you at Clin. Pray be not Cholerique This is your Grove or I mistake it But sure Sylvanus House you cannot make it Nor you Astrea Eup. Ha! These Words do sound Too fatally But I will know the Ground What do you mean Friend by your saying so Clin. No more than time indeed that you should know I I that you may spoyle good Sport agen Do you think me such Fool to tell you then Slylvanus and my Master 's Reconcil'd And now he 'l give him his dear Darling Child Astatius is but gone to fetch a Priest This I could tell and more too if I list But out of me pray get it if you can There 's a Bone for her to pick. Well for a Man If that my Master should search Greece all over The like for Secrecy he 'll nere discover Exit Eup. Whether the Fool or Knave spake what he said Or he as either may be credited Are Problems not to be disputed on When in the Words I hear I am undone Exit Alveria Runs over the Stage and Astatius after her as having lost her Ast Oh! I have lost quite lost the sight of her Curse on my Legs for being no speedier Ho! Clinias Enter Clinias Clin. I am here Master I am here Ast Run Clinias run VVhat stand'st thou still when thou art bid begon Clin. But whither and for what Ast To every Place Till thou hast found her out for my Embrace Clin. VVho Astrea Ast. No. Clin. Diana Ast Neither Their Beauties strokes Alas scarce broke the Skin But I just now have such a Beauty seen As thro and thro has pierced my very Heart Clin. Where does he come but he does meet this Dart Pan bless us These are dang'rous Wounds indeed What thro and thro where is it that you bleed Ast My Heart Clin. It is a kind of an invisible Gore If she wounds so I 'd nere come near her more Ast Not near her more How idly thou dost prate Thou too ill know'st of Beauties wounds the State Her self 's the Balm for th'Wounds her Beauty made Nor can their Rage but by that Balm be laid Clin. I' th' Name of Pan Who is she then I pray Ast. Who but th' incomparable