Farewell what shepheard 's that lies on the ground Is it not Hylas Do. Yes it is he Nerina Ne. Alas poore shepheard t is my greatest griefe That I have grieved him I would beg life For nothing but to make him satisfaction Mi. Hylas what on the ground looke up and speake Alas he 's dead Ne. It cannot be good father Let me goe to him and but touch his eare It may be that my voice may have more vertue Cha. Do what thou wilt sweete heart see my poore child How charitable she is being halfe dead Her selfe she pities others Ni. Marke her finenesse Now at the brimm of death she kisses him And tooke this way to mock her simple father O fine invention sure a womans wit Does never faile her Ne. Hylas Hylas speake Nerina calls thee speake to thy Nerina Mi. What cannot love doe It revives the dead He 's come to himselfe againe Hy. What God is it That has the power to returne my soule From the Elysian fields Mi. It is no God A Goddesse rather Hylas 'T is Nerina Looke where she is Hy. Ah then I do not wonder I cannot die when my best soule comes to me Shall wee live ever thus Ne. How faine I would Forthy sake Hylas but it cannot be I feele a heavy sleepe sit on my head And my strength failes me helpe me sweet Dorinda Farewell for ever oh I die I die Hy. And must I then be call'd to life againe To see my life expire before my face You Fates if you will take a ransome for her Then take my life but you are sure of that You le say already for in her one death Two lives are forfeit Nerina gentle Nymph The cause why now I live open these eyes Once more and I shall flourish like those plants The sunne gives life to else I fall and wither Leaving behinde naught but a worthlesse stemme Speake to thy Hylas sweete Nerina speake Cha. Ay me my daughter hadst thou liv'd perhaps I might have seene thee married to Daphnis Now we must see thee buried Ay me Ne. Hylas Hy. She lives give me some more of that That water there see now she comes againe O gentle destinies but spare this thred And cut a thousand courser speake Nerina Give me some comfort give thy father some Or else behold three lives fall in thy death Ne. You Fates that keepe th' accompt of all our daies Adde but one minute to my life that I May quit my soule of those two heavy burthens Which now oppresse it Dry your eyes good father Remember that the Gods doe send us nothing But for our good and if my journey be Shorter then yours the lesse will be my trouble Will you forgive me father that I have not Paid so much duty to you as I ow'd you Take my good will I pray insteed of it Cha. See her good Nature I childe 't is enough Thou alwaies wert obedient Ne. Shall I dare To speake my thoughts and so discharge my soule Of one loade yet Cha. I doe my childe speake freely Ne. I 've heard you say that no sinne was so heavy As is ingratitude Cha. 'T is true Nerina How she remembers what her father said Ne. Then be not angry if I now must tell you That this poore shepheard whose swolne eyes you see Cover'd with teares for many yeares now past Has courted me but still with such a love So full of truth and gentle services That should I not requite him with my love I should be guilty of ingratitude Therefore before I die spray give leave That he may have my dying heart which living I still debar'd him of Hylas thy hand O stay a little death here take thou mine And since I cannot live the wife of Hylas Yet let me die so Sir are you content Cha. I am with any thing that pleaseth thee Ne. Tell me are you so Hylas Hy. O my love Aske me if I would live amongst the Gods But aske not this Sir have we your consent Cha. You have it is in vaine now to denie it You see Dorinda what her vow 's come to Ne. Then let me die take me into thy Armes Sweet love you 'le see my coffin strew'd with flowers And you Dorinda will you make a garland I die a virgine though I die his wife Do. Alas she 's gon Hy. She 's dead and do I live Cha. Looke to the shepheard there oh my Nerina Do. Vexe not her soule I pray with often calling You see she 's dead Cha. Then there is no hope left Pray helpe us shepheards now to beare her hence You 'le come I hope to see her in her grave ACT. 4. SCENA 1. Thyrsis Delia HEre I am come unto a place where griefe They say has no abode In Princes Courts I 've heard there is no roome for loves laments For either they enjoy or else forget Thrice happy men to whom love gives such leave It may be that this place or people may Worke so with me and melt this frozen heart Ah foole that canst beleeve the change of place Or ayre can change thy minde the love thou bearst Is woven so within thy thoughts that as Out of this piece thy Sylvia wrought for thee Thou canst not take her name forth but withall Thou must deface the whole so Thyrsis thinke The winde that here may rise or heat or raine Thou maist auoide thy love will still remaine And when thou diest then may it die with thee Till then resolve to endure thy misery Del. This is the garden which I saw him go to And that is he for all the markes she gave me To know him by he beares Thy. A heavinesse Weighs downe my head and would invite me to Repose my selfe I le take the offer here I le rest awhile for I have need of it Del. How if I be deceiv'd and this should proove Another man what then I can excuse it He 's layd already and I feare asleepe I le stay untill he wake but then suppose That any body come and take me here What will they thinke of me Best wake him shepheard It is a hansome youth see what a grace Shewes it selfe in his feature such a face Might take the heart of any Lady living I though she were a Princesse shepheard what Not yet his sleepes are sound Thy. Ah Sylvia Preserve thy life oh let me die Alas I do but dreame me thought I saw my selfe Condemn'd to die and Sylvia to save me Offerd her selfe and would needs die for me 'T was a sweet shadow let me court this dreame Del. He must not sleepe againe shepheard looke up Thy. Who envies me this small repose indeed I do not often sleepe ha who are you Del. Sent to thee from thy Sylvia shepheard rise And follow me Thy. Doe I dreame still what are you Came you from heaven where my Sylvia is And must I thither whoso ere you are An Angell or a feind in such a name You come as
cruell fate Angry with men that gave us hearts alike And fortunes so asunder you 're a Cedar I a poore shrub that may looke up unto you With adoration but ne're reach your height Syl. But Thyrsis I do love you love and death Do not much differ they make all things equall The Monuments of Kings may shew for them What they have bin but looke upon their dust The color and the weight of theirs and beggers You 'le finde the same and if 'mongst living men Nature has printed in the face of many The characters of noblenesse and worth Whose fortune envies them a worthy place In birth or honor When the greatest men Whom she has courted beare the marks of slaves Love sure will looke on those and lay aside The Accidents of wealth and noble blood And in our thoughts wil equall them with Kings Thy. 'T is true divinest Lady that the soules Of all men are alike of the same substance By the same maker into all infus'd But yet the severall matters which they worke on How different they are I neede not tell you And as these outward Organs give our soules Or more or lesse roome as they are contriv'd To shew their lustre so againe comes fortune And darkens them to whom the Gods have given A soule divine and body capable Of that divinity and excellence But 't is the order of the Fates whose causes We must not looke into But you deare Madam Nature and fortune have conspir'd to make The happiest alive Syl. Ay me most wretched What pleasure can there be in highest state Which is so crost in love the greatest good The Gods can tell how to bestow on men Thy. Yet some do reckon it the greatest ill A passion of the minde form'd in the fancy And bred to be the worst disease of reason Syl. They that thinke so are such as love excludes Men full of age or foule deformitie No Thyrsis let not us prophane that deity Love is divine the seed of every thing The cause why now we live and all the world Thy. Love is divine for if religion Binds us to love the Gods who never yet Reveald themselves in any thing to us But their bright Images the fairest creatures Who are our daily objects loving them Wee exercise religion let us not Be scrupulous or feare the Gods have care Of us and of our piety Syl. But take heed We cannot be too warie many things Oppose our wills yet if you thinke it fit And this nights silence will so favour us Wee le goe together if we quit this Countrie It is no matter all the world to me Will be Arcadia if I may injoy Thy company my love Thy. No Sylvia Pardon mee deare if still I call you so Enjoy your fortunes thinke how much your honor Must suffer in this act For me I finde It is enough that I have ever lov'd you Now let me at the light of your bright eie Burne like the bird whose fires renew her nest I shall leave you behind me to the world The Phenix of true love and constancy Nor is that bird more glorious in her flames Then I shall be in mine though they consume me Syl. It must not be for know my dearest shepheard I shall not tell one minute after thee I finde my soule so linkt to thine that death Cannot divide us Thy. What then shall we do Shall we resolve to live thus till we gaze Our eies out first and then lose all our senses In their succession shall we strive to leave Our soules breath'd forth upon each others lips Come let us practise this our envious Fates Cannot deny us Cleander enters Cle. What a sight were this To meete her father This would make him mad Indeed and execute his rage himselfe Madam your father 's here Syl. Ha Delia Cleander is it thou then I 'me betraid The second time but must thy fortune make thee The instrument of my undoing still Cla. Shepheard I will not honor thee so much As to enquire thy name thou hast don that Thou wilt pay deare for And I hope thy death Will take away the blot of this disgrace Th' hast laid upon the Princesse Thy. If you do this You le make me happy it was this I lookt for My triviall acts of life this of my death Will recompence with glory I shall die To save my Princesse and what 's more to save The life of her life her unspotted honor Blest Lady though you are as innocent And chaste as purest Virgins that have yet Seene nothing in a dreame to warme their blood Yet the malicious world the censuring people That haste to cast durt on the fairest things Will hardly spare you if it once be knowne That we were here together As for me My life is nothing but variety Of griefe and troubles which with constancy I have borne yet t is time that now I die Before I do accuse the Gods that have Brought me to this and so pull on my death A punishment Will you be mercifull And end me quickly Cle. Shepheard know for this Thy resolution which in noble bloods I scarce have found I willingly would grant What thou desir'st But somthing must be knowne Before that time either from you or you Syl. I know Cleander it is me you aime at I do confesse this shepheard is my love For his sake I did leave the Court and thee Unworthy as thou art to be his Rivall Cle. Madam my duty bids me speake to you Not as a lover now but as you are My Princesse and the daughter of my King I would not for the world have those desires Which I had then for sure my bolder love Would have transgrest the limits of all duty And would have dar'd to tell you that this shepheard Was not a match for great Arcadias heire Nor yet one fit for my Competitor 'T is not his outward feature which how faire It is I do not question that can make him Noble or wise Whereas my birth deriv'd From ancient Kings and yeares not far unsuiting Those of your owne to these my education To you well knowne perhaps might make me worthy Of being your servant Syl. Canst thou looke on this This piece Cleander and not blush to boast Thy follies thus seeking to take away From his full vertue if but this one act Of his appeare unto the world as know It shall for I le not shame to publish him Though I die for it will it not devoure Thy empty glories and thy puft up nothings And like a grave will burie all thy honors Do take his life and glory in that act But be thou sure in him thou shalt kill two Cle. What meane you madam Syl. Not to live a minute After his death Gle. That all the Gods forbid Syl. No they command it rather that have made Our soules but one Cleander thou wert wont To be more courteous and I do see Some pitie in thee if not for
embraces of my love and me shall be Such as the Cyprian boy from our abundance Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts Yet leave with us a flame which we will cherish And keepe alive unto eternitie Do. Women are ever credulous most then When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them I dare not now distrust you though I knew What you have said were false it has a semblance Of such a pleasing truth Give me thy hand And take thou mine whilst we walke thus intwin'd I shall thinke Daphnis never was unkind SCENA 4. Eubulus Cleander to them Thyrsis Sylvia WHat are they dead Is the Kings will obey'd Cle. No Sir they live and Hymen in his bands Has ty'd them both the happiest knot that ere Knit two such equall hearts and loves together Oh I am ravish'd with the newes my joy Is greater now then if sh 'had beene the daughter Unto our King and I had married her Eu. I am amaz'd pray Jove thou beest not mad Cle. Somewhat exalted Sir beyond my my selfe But yet not mad Goe Sir unto the King Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy Eu. Sure thou wilt come unto thy selfe anon Prethee bethinke thee Cle. Yes Sir I doe thinke And know that I have newes to make him live And you an age yet longer Eu. This is strange Cle. T is true Eu. But what is true Cle. T is true my Sister Shall be a Queene Eu. If she doe live I thinke She will but yet you know we were commanded To cut that life off Cle. But your hastie sonne That came so speedy with a fatall message Was not so forward now they both doe live And both are married Eu. Jupiter forbid Cle. The Fates command it 't is their proper worke The Shepheard is a Prince your Prince and mine And married to my Sister Eu. Ha! what 's that Prithee digest thy troubled thoughts and tell me What Prince is this thou mean'st Cle. Archigenes Eu. Thou dream'st it cannot be Cle. No then come forth You royall paire and testifie your selves Enter Thyrsis and Sylvia Syl. Father your blessing Eu. Ha! Cle. Nay I 've told all She knowes she is your daughter looke Sir here Here we must place our reverence Eu. Who 's this Cle. Not yet then looke upon this Circle that You know for certaine though you know not him Eu. 'T is it it is the same Archigenes Sonne of Euarchus and Eudora This is my character and this my seale Thy. Sir I have heard that by your piety My infant life was sav'd now by the goodnesse Deriv'd from you unto your sonne I have Not onely found my life but my content The summe of all my hopes this Lady here Without whose love my life had bin a torment Syl. And I the happiest maide that ever was Conducted by the power of simple love Have found in place of him I thought a shepheard A Princely lover Eu. Rise Calligone The Gods are just I see that favoring My innocence have brought this match about But say Cleander what Fate guided thee To this discovery Cle. Sir should I tell you How many waies I cast to save my sister After the fatall message which I brought I should be tedious and keepe you from What you do long to heare In short I soone Resolv'd to make away this royall shepheard And knowing that in this affaire to keepe it Secret dispatch was needefull I commanded A servant of whose faith and courage I Was well assur'd to kill him in my presence Eu. 'T is strange thou should'st be present at a murder Cle. 'T was a necessity was laid upon me Because I would be sure to see him dead I bad him choose his death when manfully He said he car'd not how so he might die I knew to strangle him was the readiest way Which death himselfe was ready to embrace This his so noble resolution Did stande me from mine my servants hands Trembled for feare Presaging what a sinne they were to act He bad him be assur'd he would not start And often call'd him to dispatch him quickly Syl. What man could have a heart for such a deed And see his face Cle. The Prince before he came To put the fatall twist about his necke Besought me as I ever hop't for peace I should preserve the Princesse this I promis'd And whatsoever else he would desire He answered nothing now but hasty death Then stripping off his doublet I espide With a quick eye this golden Circle here When hastily I bid my servant hold And let him goe He ask't me why I staid I told him that about his necke was Sacred He would have rent it off but I forbad it Eu. What did you then Cle. Sir I did well remember What I had heard of th' Oracle and you Which with the computation of his yeares I found agreeing to make up a truth Which you before assur'd me then I ask't him Whether he would be married to the Princesse Before he died he thought that I had mockt him And said I practis'd Tyrannie upon him Then went I to my sister and desir'd The same of her in fine I saw them both Joyne hands and hearts together but the Prince Thought this a dreame of life which certaine death Would wake him from untill I did assure him Of his great State and that his love whom now He thought to be the Princesse was my Sister All which I did referre unto your knowledge Eu. This day for ever let it holy be And you whom love has brought through deepe despaire Unto the haven of your happinesse Enjoy each other freely Of you brave shepheard But now my Prince I shall enquire anon Where and with whom you liv'd Thy. Sir the shepheard Whom I call father stayes without Montanus His name is by whose gentle hands as he as often told me I was rescu'd first From cold and death since under his kind roofe fosterd and bred as his Eu. Goe call him in Enter Montanus Mirtillus you 're welcome both you may applaud your fortune That brought you such a Shepheard stay all here Whilst I goe to the King This day will adde More yeares unto his life when he shall say no day shone brighter on Arcadia Exit Mon. We are both come to doe our duties to you as being sent for and Mirtillus with me To celebrate your joyes within a while The Shepheards and the Nymphs will all be here Thy. My old companions shall be welcome all As you are now I never shall forget Your courtesie nor theirs Syl. Nor I the Nymphs Once my deare fellowes but you Mirtillus Though you did scorne to love yet could you sing Well if you listed of it Cle. Can shepheards then despise that Deity which we adore Mi. Madam I reverence it in you The perfect'st patterne of a constant lover And in the honour of your Nuptialls I have a Song which if your Grace will heare 'T will entertaine the time Syl. Let it be sung Song
malice And wisht I had bin borne just such a one Del. Your state is better Madam as you are Syl. But I confesse the rather cause there was One amongst them of a more comely grace Though none of them did seeme uncomely to me Call'd Thyrsis and with him me thought I could Draw out my life rather then any other Such things my fancie then suggested to me So well he sung so passionate his love Shew'd in his verse thereto so well exprest As any one would judge it naturall Yet never felt he flame till this of me Often he came and oftner was desir'd Of me nor did I shame in publique there Before my father to commend his graces Which when I did the whole Court as they use Consented with me and did strive to make them Greater then I or any else could thinke them At last I was surpriz'd I could not helpe it My Fate with love consenting so would have it Then did I leave the Court I 've told thee all Del. T is strange but Madam though in that disguise How could you hope a stranger to be lov'd Of him you held so deare Syl. I fain'd my selfe Of Smyrna and from thence some Goats I had And Sheepe with them a rich commoditie Neare him I bought me land to feed them he Seem'd glad of it and thinking me a stranger Us'd me with such civilitie and friendship As one would little looke for of a shepheard And did defend me from the avarice Of the old shepheards which did thinke to make A prey of what I had At length I saw He did addresse himselfe with feare to me Still gazing on me knowing my love to him I easily beleev'd he lov'd me too For love alas is ever credulous And though I was resolv'd having my end Which was no more then to discourse with him Never to let him know what flame I felt Yet when I saw his teares and heard his vowes Perswasive speakers for affection I could not choose but open to his view My loving heart yet with this caution That he should ever beare respect unto My honor and my virgin chastitie Which then he vow'd and his ambition Never was more then to attaine a kisse Which yet he hardly got thou seest sweete Delia How willingly I dwell upon this Theame But canst thou helpe me now that I have open'd My wound unto thee Del. Alas I would I could Invent the way to cure you I should soone Apply my helpe yet stay this day it is The shepheards come to Court Syl. 'T is true they come But what is that to me if Thyrsis come not Or if he come how shall he know me his Or I injoy his companie Del. Let me alone To worke out that Syl. Thou dreamst thou canst not do it Del. I le undertake it but how shall I know him Without inquiring which must breede suspition Syl. True and beware thou aske the Majestie Which sits upon his brow will say 't is he Thyrsis my love but yet perhaps at this time If I my selfe not flatter thou shalt know him By his eies cast downe and folding of his armes And often sighs that interrupt his words For if his sorrow weares the liveries Which mine does for his absence by these signes Thou shalt descrie him Del. These are silent markes Yet will I not despaire to finde him out Syl. But when thou hast what wilt thou say to him Del. Give me but leave to use my mother wit You would be gone together would you not Syl. Thou speak'st my thoughts do this and I will crowne Thy faith thou shalt be Queene in steed of me Del. If you could crowne me with your vertues Madam I should be a Queene indeed in the meane time As I am Delia I le do this busines Sil. Do it and when th' hast don the God of love Reward thee with thine owne desires for this Del. Madam withdraw I heare your keepers comming SCENA 2. Cleander Eubulus SIr you have put a bridle on my passions And given my soule the libertie it wisht I now intreate your pardon for beginning A thing of so great consequence without Leave and advice from you Eu. T is well Cleander It will behove you then to be reserv'd And locke this secret up for 't is no jesting With Kings that may command our lives and fortunes You now perceive her whom we call the Princesse To be your sister and the love you beare her Must be a brothers freindship not a lovers Passionate heate but yet she must not know That I her father am and you her brother And trust me son had I not seene despaire Of life in you which this love brought you too I should not have reveal'd what now you know Cle. It was a comfort Sir I doe confesse That came in time to rescue me from death So great her scorne was and my love so violent Eu. Now you 're at peace I hope Cle. I am but if I be too curious in asking where The Kings son is I shall desire your pardon For sure it were injustice to deprive So great a Prince of that which he was borne too Eu. You are too far inquisitive yet because I have ingag'd you in a secret of As great importance this I will not hide The King I told you when his wife grew neere The time of her deliverie sent to know Of our great Oracle whether the childe should be Female or Male and what should be their fortune Cle. What said the Oracle have you the answere Eu. It onely was imparted unto me And this it is which I have never shewen To any but the Queene here take and reade it If ere thy issue male thou live to see The childe thou thinkst is thine thine shall not be His life shall be obscure twice shall thy hate Doome him to death Yet shall he scape that Fate And thou shalt live to see that not long after Thy onely son shall wed thy onely daughter This Oracle is full of mysterie Eu. It is and yet the King would needs interpret That should it prove a man-childe t was a Bastard And being loth that one not of his blood As he conceiv'd by this should be his heire Told me in private that if it were Male He would not have it live yet fearing most To publish his dishonor and his wives He charg'd me not reveale it unto any But take the childe and see it made away And make the world beleeve it was still borne Cle. And did you so Eu. No for indeed I durst not For any thing become a murderer Cle. How did you then Eu. I went unto the Queene Shew'd her the state she was in and besought her To be as carefull of me as I was Of her and we would worke a better end Then she expected so we both agree'd That if the Childe she then did labour with Prov'd to be Male I should with care conceale The birth of it and put a female childe Insteed
Hymen God of marriage bed Be thou ever honoured Thou whose torches purer light Deaths sad tapers did affright And insteed of funerall fires Kindled lovers chast desires May their love Ever prove True and constant let not age Know their youthfull heate t' asswage 2. Maides prepare the Genial bed Then come night and hide that red Which her cheekes his heart does burne Till the envious day returne And the lusty bridegroome say I have chac'd her feares away And insteed Of virgin head Given her a greater good Perfection and womanhood Thy. Thanks good Mirtillus this indeed was proper Unto your subject Mi. Your thrice happy match Being but now come to my knowledge made me contract my selfe into a straiter roome Then the large subject might afford Cle. The King To these Euarchus Eubulus Eu. Although I wonder yet I doe beleeve thee My faithfull Councellor Eub. Your Majesty Has found me alwaies reall but this truth The Oracles accomplishment will prove That did foretell their match Eu. Reade it Eubulus Once more and then call in my sonne and daughter Eub. If ere thy Issue Male thou liv'st to see The childe thou thinkst is thine thine shall not bee Eu. Calligone is not my childe proceed Eub. His life shall be obscure twice shall thy hate Doome him to death yet shall he scape that Fate Eu. 'T is true that twice I did command his death First thinking him a bastard then a shepheard For his offence the Gods are just Goe on Eub. And thou shalt live to see that not long after Thy onely sonne shall wed thy onely daughter Eu. This was a riddle ever till this day Their marriage has made it plaine Eubulus Call in Archigenes and call thy daughter The faire Calligone that I may powre My blessings on them And I long to see Those characters thou writst about his necke That I may call him mine Eub. See where they are Eu. Archigenes come neerer for thou art A stranger yet although thou be my sonne The Character is plaine it is the same Eubulus writ to me you heavenly powers Give me a heart that may be large enough T' expresse my joy for these and thanks to you Thy. My royall father for I am instructed To call you so If I have don amisse In hasting to this match I aske your pardon Syl. And I for daring to aspire so high Without your leave Eu. Rise both you have my blessing But who are these Thy. This is the shepheard Sir Who tooke me up first whom till now I call'd Father and he deserv'd it for his care Eu. Eubulus this is he Montanus i st not Eub. He is deliverd to me for the shepheard Of whom your Majesty may if you please Be well inform'd of all those passages I left untold Eu. Some other time we 'le heare them Let him be well rewarded Thy. Sir these shepheards Are come to entertaine your Majestie With their devices as their custome is In which sometimes untill my fortune chang'd I bore apart Eu. Let them be feasted all And studdy something new to celebrate These Nuptials which I will have proclaim'd Throughout my kingdome and Eubulus see That every thing be fitted for their honor Come let us to the Temple that we may With holy sacrifice appease the Gods Whose great decrees though we did strive to hinder Yet are they now fulfill'd It is in vaine T' oppose the Fates whose lawes do all constraine Exeunt FINIS The Epilogue to the KING and QVEENE TO you most royall paire whose lives have brought Vertue in fashion and the world have taught That chast innocuous sports become the stage No lesse then civill manners do the age We dedicate this Piece but yet with feares To have displeas'd so chast so tender eares Which if you free us from we 'le call this play No more the Shepheards but our Holy-day THYRSIS A Pastorall Elegie in the person of Sir Kenelme Digby on the Death of his Noble Lady the Lady Venetia Digby THe gentlest Swaine that Arcady ere bred Who Thyrsis hight the saddest of that name Close by a Rivers side his heavy head Laid downe as he with teares would fill the same Regarding nought that might him pleasance give Since what was his delight had left to live And whilst that other Shepheards of his ranke If any Shepheard of his ranke might be Plaid on their merry Pipes upon some banke Making the hills resound their jollity Hee in sad plight his woefull daies did spend Their joyous sports caring not to attend There as hee by that silent water lay Regardlesse of his youth and lusty head His swelling griefe in vaine he did assay To vent in grievous plaints which more it fed Whilst to the ruthlesse waves he did relate The story of his losse and heavy Fate You Nymphs if any doe inhabite here And I have heard that Nymphs in waters dwell Lend to my carefull Verse a gentle eare Whilst I the saddest wight that ere did tell His owne mishaps unfold to you my case In this your balefull place If to the Sea of which you branches are I ever honour did when list me change My Shepheards staffe to seeke adventures farre In the wide Ocean where I long did range And brought renowne home to my native soyle The glory of my toyle Doe not mistake nor offer to compare Those dayes with these wherein my griefe exceeds The joy which once I had to see my faire Welcome me home and gratulate my deeds Which to atchieve her grace as well did move As did my countries love But now with her those graces all are gone Weepe with me waters to make up my moane Gone is my Love and why then doe I see Nature the same as ere shee was before Since to her making all her forces shee Wisely imploy'd and she could give no more Though shee should frame the most caelestiall mould That ere the Earth did hold To draw from all the heads of noble blood The best and to infuse it into one To make a mixture of all faire and good Rare Symmetry and sweete proportion Was it to shew that such a thing might be Without eternitie It was and wee are taught how fraile the trust Is that wee give unto mortality How soone shee is resolved into dust Whom erst the world so beautifull did see But you were just that tooke her though unkinde In leaving me behinde Alas why was I left thus all alone Weepe with mee waters to make up my moane Shee 's gone and I am here yet doe I finde With some small joy the languishing decay Of th' other halfe which she has left behind For halfe of me with her shee bore away Unto those fields where shee immortall is Heaped with heavenly blisse I see her faire soule in that blessed place Where joy for ever dwells and now I know How in a dreame she saw an Angells face And it admiring wisht she might be so Which the celestiall powers would not deny So did shee sleeping dye So did shee breake the bonds of heavy night And when shee wak't wak't to eternall day Where shee in formes Angelicke now is dight And sees her maker and shall see for aye O happy soule I will not thee envy O let me rather flye Unto that blessed place where thou art gone Then waters weepe no more but end your moane I come yet something does retard me here The pledges of our love thou left'st with me Those whom thou living didst account so deare Who still with mee preserve thy memory For their lov'd sakes yet must I longer stay Then will I poste away Then to thy lasting name I have uprear'd A Monument which time shall ne're deface And made the world which as yet have not heard Of thy rare vertues and thy honour'd race Know who thou wert and that thou wentst from hence At Natures great expence Then world farewell you I have seene enough And know how to despise your vanity Your painted glories are of baser stuffe Made to delude those that with halfe eyes see He that 's abstracted from you stands much higher And greater things admire 'T is you I leave to goe where shee is gone Then waters weepe no more here end your moane This to the empty winds and waters hee Alas in vaine they car'd not for his teares Did thus unfold to ease his misery When loe the Messenger of night appeares For the falne Sun which warn'd him to be gone Chang'd to the light uncertaine of the Moone DE TVMVLO PER ILLVStrissimum Dominum Kenelmum Digby lectissimae conjugisuae structo ejusque memoriae dicato EPIGRAMMA HAc tua chara jacet Digbeie Venetia terrâ Quae pietate tuâ nobile marmor habet En Parios lapides atque hac in mole repertum Quod Phidiae potuit Praxitelisve manus Aspicis ut vivunt statuae caelataque doctâ Aera manu quin ut vertice ipsa micat Gloria defunctos si tangit posse videtur Credibile hoc illam velle cubare modo Quaerenti cineres respondent corde jacebo Conjugis tumulo nobiliore tegar Obijt 1. Maij 1633