You banish me your presence I must go To be repair'd in Arismena's smiles And there intomb your frowns Yet let me beg Your blessing first which shall while you deny me The benefit of what you have to me Serve as a Patrimony Cleob. You hav 't Phil. Thanks worthy Sir for now I 'le strip my self Of these mis-seeming weeds the Shepherds green Shall cloath Philaritus nor can it make Him poor if Arismena smiles The rich Have wakefull nights whilst the poor mans Turfe Begets a peacefull sleep in which they 're blest From frigid fears all day at night with rest Exit Cleob. He 's gone Has Loves inflamed dart then pierced Past all recovery I do pity him But must not shew 't if there be any means That time or art can shew me to reduce him I 'le study it ACT. 1. SCEN. 4. Enter Bracheus BRa. Good day Cleobulus You do my field a grace to take the ayr in 't Cleob. Oh! are you come D' ye hear you have a Daughter Bra. I hope I have Cleob. A fair one too Bra. She 's a prety Sun-burnt wench Cleob. What Portion will you give with her Bra. Why Sir she has a Portion Cleob. Say y' so Pray let me know the sum happ'ly I may Graft her in a Family of Honor Sir Brach. Excuse me then good Sir if I appear Too great a praiser of my own she has An honest minde and that some men accompt A Portion Sir it is not found in all Her Sex if stories may be credited She 's young and in my eyes fair I dare yet Believe 'em she 's handsome and she can Pray too and spend not all the morn to dress her Cleob. 's this all her Portion Brach. If I do like the man would be her Husband I can give Acres too and many Flocks Of sheep Cleob. And will that make her in your judgement A fitting match for my Philaritus Brach. I do not say it will Cleob. Why then is she in love with him Brach. Why is Philaritus in love with Arismena Cleob. I and not without your knowledge too you have By base temptations and devises wrought him To affect her but I 'le cross all your plots Brach. Have I contriv'd the ruine of your Son And basely wrought him to affect my Daughter I tell you Sir I wisht both good to you and him But know I scorn as much your Son Should marry with Arismena as you Can hate Philaritus for loving her Cleob. Out Beggar know that if my Son Philaritus Doth marry Arismena I will throw him Quite from my blessing from my state from all And smile to see the ruine of you all Cleobulus offers to go forth Bra. Pray stay and hear what I resolve if my Daughter do marry nay but entertain A good thought of your Son rich as you are I 'le turn her out of doors without my blessing And not relieve her though at point to starve I fear you not nor your estate I shall Live in despite of your so generous blood Yes and live honestly which you rich men do not Get off my ground Cleob. So so your goodly ground Exit Cleobulus Bra. I 'm vext but he shall finde e're I ha done My Daughter is too good for his proud Son Exit ACT. 1. SCEN. 5. Enter Lariscus Castarina LAr. They 're gone again and we may take this walk Without the fear of spies but you delay To satisfie my urgings with discourse Of that must be remov'd before my wishes Can meet their happinesse Cast. The memory Of banisht Paromet my Father wounds Each thought I vary If your Unkles power Could make his doom reverst Lar. If we might own The knowledge where he is Cast. Yet he hath being For else some vision would have taught my dreams Both how and where he dy'd till he 's restor'd My vows have seal'd my resolution To live a Maid and not till then Lariscus Must hope for Castarina So adieu Exit Lar. You have pronounc'd my sentence worse then death My torments will be lingring Paromet If living is not to be found if dead All my desires must lose their ends But stay Jealousie prompts me to suspect she mocks me I 'le to the Oracle my doubts shall be Quickly resolv'd from its Divinity Exit ACT. 2. SCENA 1. Sylvia discovered in her Bower singing The Song Come Shepherds come impale your brows With Garlands of the choicest flowers The time allows Come Nymphs deckt in your dangling hair And unto Sylvia's shady Bowers With hast repair Where you shall see chast Turtles play And Nightingales make lasting May As if old Time his youthfull minde To one delightful season had confin'd Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses 1 Shep. What Musick 's this doth reach our ears Which sounds like that made by the Sphears And so affects the eager sence 'T is ravisht with its excellence 2 Shep. The ayr doth smell of Indian spice Or that the sences stupifies Which by Arabian winds is spread From the ashes of a Phoenix dead Whence is this wonder 3 Shep. See see where The lovely Goddess doth appear Fair Sylvia she that orders how Before Pans Altars we should bow And for propition every year Of the choice fleese our sheep do bear Pay thankfull Sacrifice that he May keep our flocks from danger free Instruct us Goddess what 's thy will Sylv. Upon this leavy wood-crown'd hill I do invite you to Pans feast Where each shall be a welcome Guest Then to the musique of my voice Move gently on each with his choice But so that no malicious eye See ought to task your modesty For your delights must alway be Attended on by chastity Dance Sylv. 'T is time the Sacrifice begin Devotion must be done within Which done you may of Ceres tast And Bacchus gifts but make no wast For oft where plenty injur'd stands The bounteous Gods do shut their hands The snowy fleeces you have shorn And cropt the golden ears of corn Lyaeus blood is prest and put Into the safe preserving Butt There when the cold and blustring ayr Invites you from the Plains yet fair To take warm shelters that may keep Your selves in health and ek your sheep Will into your numb'd limbs inspire An active and preserving fire Let your expressions then be free And gently moving follow me Ascends to her Bower singing She sings On Shepherds on wee 'l Sacrifice Those spotless Lambs we prize At highest rate for Pan doth keep From harm our scatt'ring sheep And hath deserved For to be served With those ye do esteem the best Amongst the flock as fittest for his feast Come Virgins bring your garlands here And hang them every where Then let his Altars be o'respread With Roses fresh and red Burn Gums and Spice Rich Sacrifice The Gods so bounteous are ye know Ye mortals cannot pay them what ye owe ACT. 2. SCEN. 2. Enter Philaritus like a Shepherd PHil. Here 's harmlesse mirth o 't is a happinesse To be in such sweet company
open his jaws being newly waked out of his dream with his thundring and his brains beaten out which the Cat perceiving run mad out of the top of the Chimney The first word he said was Arismena Arismena and because you appear'd not the next thing was a blow this blood can witnesse I could scarce recover my tongue to tell him you were not within but after half a dozen more knocks and kicks one with another for I was not to choose bad me run in the devils name and fetch you and presently or go hang my self imagine I was glad to be out of his reach and with as much hast as my bruises would allow I have sought you up and down now I have found you pray come home and know his meaning I dare not appear without you I must choose my tree else Oh my shoulders I think I were best hang my self presently to be out of my pain Aris. 'T is very strange but Castarina come Nay thou shalt bear me company and help To calm his passions Farewell Philaritus Exeunt all but Philar Phil. That word carries some comfort yet Oh may Blessings reward thy tongue for 't and yet 't is If I remember but the common word At parting Farewell something it contain'd Once but 't is now grown empty and no wish Of happiness Was ever man thus lost I' th' labyrinth of Love to Court my Mistress A flinty hearted woman Oh my Stars You were ungentle to design me such A miserable fate to affect where I am Scorn'd and have no power to withdraw My heart from ruine death were an easie change Why I am in the way it must needs break My heart at last I must once die and 't is Better to die in love then otherwise Exit ACT. 2. SCEN. 5. Enter Lariscus LAr. When by the current of yon' Christall stream I sate me down a gentle slumber clos'd These wearied eyes and dreams transforming love Made beauty seem imperfect in her self For then oh then sad thoughts disturb'd my mind I sigh 't forth that which in my knowing sense Was Heresie to think so pure I know Was Castarina's love that to misdoubt Were breach of faith and yet such fancies did Arise within my troubled brain I know Not what to hope or doubt O fancy Thou works't too much upon my nature and I Am too too credulous of dreams yet pass Thou ill suspitions of my love they shan't Disturb my rest which like to healthfull blood Shall run in all my veins and by my hopes Create a new establisht peace which shall Extinguish fearfull thoughts as Lucifer Exhales the grosser vapours from the earth Then till Apollo's Oracle propounds More cause of fear I 'le hope the best Soft Musique within this sweet Harmony tells me I 'm neer the sacred place Which will resolve my doubts And see the Temple Doors yeeld me a free access unto his Throne Yet I 'le forbear to speak till he have ceas'd His Musique on his charming Lyre A Scene discovered wherein Apollo is seen playing on his Harp and two Sybils singing Apollo falls from his former tone and plays an Ayr to which the Sybils sing ACTUS 2. SCEN. 6. The Song WE to thy Harp Apollo sing Whil'st others to thy Altars bring Their humble prayers For length of daies Or else for knowledge of their Fates Which by their prayers thou renovates And dost renue Not as their due But as their worth incites thy love To shower thy blessings from above Laris. He kneels I am all wonder Thou who dost all secrets know Vouchsafe for to descend so low As to resolve a doubt which springs From dreams and such sad nightly things Shall Castarina be my Love Speak Apollo and if she prove But kind unto my vowes I swear I 'le offer Incense every year And oft my grateful thanks return And Spices on thy Altars burn Apollo Thou shalt finde crosses in thy love Yet time may make them blessings prove For when the Virgins o're her Hearse Have plac't the Garland and sad verse And bath'd the cold earth with their tears Thy hope shall overcome thy fears And till that she be dead shall not Enjoy her love Unty the Knot Apollo's Scene closes up Lar. Be clearer Oracle and leave me not In doubt What! are your gates already shut Open but once again and speak although Your voice be death let not my trembling soul Be tortur'd through despair or else be griev'd By vain expecting of my joyes Say great Apollo Is she mine Not a word Art thou grown deaf unto our prayers then here Begins my misery and where I did Expect the clear unfolding of my doubts There I perceive a Riddle I shall be Crost in my love and yet from thence derive New blessings Can effects spring from a cause Has difference in th' extream When she is dead I shall enjoy her love With what delight Can my flame meet her cold and uselesle earth Or must I then form to my memory Her living shape and with defire imbrace That Shadow which my fancy now commands And when I please gives me possession of The jugling God makes pastime of my passions But why do I prophane great Power forgive me 'T is a just punishment for being curious To know the mystery of Fate I must Refer th' event to what is order'd by The high disposer of my destiny Exit ACT. 3. SCEN. 1 Enter three Satires 1 COme on my fellow Satires we will be Still Masters of the Woods and please our selves And our appetites no matter though The foolish Shepherds rail upon us let us Pursue our game no Shepherdess shall scape 〈◊〉 Unless they wake with stronger guard and when Men come like Armies to destroy us we Trust to our nimble feet and leave them cursing Because they ha' not wings to overtake us 2 The Nymphs because we are deform'd contemn us But if we take them at advantage we Teach 'em repentance and delight our selves Upon their rape the last I grappl'd with Was a delitious Thief 3 Pursue your pleasures Only I charge you if in any walk Of yours the beautifull Arismena Chance to appear none touch her to offence And lest your presence fright her hast away She must be mine although I 'lmost despair That so much sweetnesse should affect a Monster For I have 'gainst my nature courted her Lain prostate at her feet with sighs and tears Besought her to compassionate a heart That languish'd for a kisse still she has scorn'd me Next time I meet her at advantage I Will satisfie my full desires upon her Omnes We will obey All other of her tribe Are free to you but she must be my prey Oh I am ravished but with the thought How sweet a piece of flesh I shall compell To serve my pleasure not a thousand prayers Nor rivers of her tears shall quench my lust Methinks I have her at imbrace already We live to please our sence and wo'd not change Our Goatish shapes
when he May spend it in your service Aris. You have Sir Engag'd me beyond my desert and though Arismena be a woman and can repay Nought but her thanks yet those shall be so oft And justly paid to you that all the world Shall know my heart is not ungratefull For so great a favour Phil. You may be pleas'd Arismena to finde a thing more gratefull Then formall thanks if you 'l return your love T will make me happie and renew a life For trust me I doe wonder how I live Without your resignation of my heart Which you have faire one and I cannot last Unlesse you give it back Aris. I doe resigne it Most willingly I claime no title in it Phil. But yet you cannot for indeed my heart Is bound with yours and unlesse you bestow Your own I must be voyd no heart can be Encircled in this brest but yours Aris. Why you Would not have me pluck out my heart to have it swallowed Phil. You 're pleas'd to jeast you know my Meaning and if you will can add a joy To my sick soule Aris. You 'l have me render then Love back for love why that I cannot doe Phil. Why Arismena why have I deserv'd So ill that you should kill me for my faith And make another rich in your affection Aris. Sure you are chang'd and this is but pretence Castarina is your love and had you bin Lover of me as you would seem she had nere Bin courted by Philaritus Phil. How like the Ivie hath my heart desir'd To shew by what embraces I would hold you I have no loving thought on other beauty You 're life and from your smiles I gaine My blisse Aris. If then your blisse consists in me I 'm sorry that my eyes invite my heart To grant another suite for trust me Sir I could wish in the reqitance of this Last favour that I could bestow my heart On you which since I dare not doe I take My leave and wish you rest for your own sake Phil. Stay yet and hear me a few words I know not How long I have to live and rather then Be punisht thus with your continual scorne I 'le put on wings to meet death but be sure My troubled spirit shall pursue thee living And represent my passions and not leave thee Till thou by such a cruelty as thy owne From him whom thou affectest best shall suffer As I have done and dye to meet me in The gloomy shades of lovers Aris. Fare you well Sir I 'le think on 't Exit Arismen Phil. Why do'st not break thou foolish heart but thou May be art destin'd for Lariscus sword Death will be happinesse I 'le kisse that fate Rather then live the object of her hate Exit Philaritus Sat. Mischiefe pursue you both he wounded me But not I hope to death though I seem'd so I 'le be reveng'd upon you both for this I fear I bleed too inward If I die My curses shall procure their Tragedie ACT. IV. SCEN. I. Enter Bracheus Brac. HOw vaine unbridled youth is that 's ore sway'd By giddy passion resolutely hazard For satisfaction of their triviall rage Their soules eternitie Castarina Hath inform'd me that young Philaritus And Lariscus doe intend to venter Like Prodigal gamesters at one cast the stock Of both their live and fortunes Prevention Must be soone appli'd or their too much beat May prove their utter ruine and though Cleobulus Count me the object of his scorne my care shall give him notice of their wilde intents Enter Coridon Good day to you Sir may I desire you would Let your Master know I 'de speak with wit him Corrid. I shall Exit Brac. Perhaps Cleobulus whose scrupulous soule Is apt to make a question of my faith May judge this act a flattery a pretence Of seeming frendship that with more safety Philaritus may obtaine his desire Of Arismena then to hazard him to the danger of Lariscus spear But these are vaine surmises my intents Are plaine and verteous and good actions ever How ere miscontrived carries their reward Still with themselves ACT. 4. SCEN. 2. Enter Cleobulus Cleob. Would you with me Brac. Yes Cleob. Speak your intents Brac. Philaritus Cleob. Shall not injoy your daughter Brac. 'T is not my suite Cleob. Say y'so Sir I shall with far more patience hear you Brac. Briefly thus I am inform'd and t is a serious truth Your sonne Philaritus whose noble soule Cannot indure a Rivall in his Love Hath sent a Challenge to Lariscus O Sir think what deserved pitty 't will excite In every honest bosome that two such plants Should be cut off from earth ere their full growth As by a violent Tempest So or one Or both are like to perish for this morne They are resolv'd to try their skill at Armes Cleob. Which you would have me to prevent Brac. It is your part Cleob. Ah Ah Ah You are mistaken then for well I finde Your aime and see you do contrive this plot To win me to consent Philaritus Should marry Arismena but you are too Too young to cheat a Fox and therefore Ought to take more subtiler wayes then this Why you contemn'd my Sonne but now and if That rage sprang from the heart you would be glad He should receive the danger you pretend Brac. My rage was grounded here and know right Sir I cannot neither will I now repent What then my passion utter'd I have more Of man within me yet see here 's the Challenge Sent from Castarina which I will keepe Though eminent mischiefe follow I 'd little thought This discovery of your Sons danger wo'd Have merited this entertainment So your best fate protect you Exit Cleob. May be That Bracheus is noble in his thoughts And truly doth intend the good of young Philaritus Why should he else affirme Hee has the the challenge and means nothing else But friendship with Cleobulus I was Too hasty in my speech and therefore will Send for him back within there tell Bracheus I 'd speak with him Enter Coridon Cor. I shall Sir Exit Cleob. If now I see the Challenge I shall soon perceive Whether it be Philaritus his hand Or no and then I soon shall finde his plot ACT. 4. SCEN. 3. Enter Bracheus Brac. Did you send for me Cleob. I would Acknowledge that I was too rash for to Suspect your goodnesse ere I had a cause Sufficient for my ground and therefore would Brac. Have me produce the reasons which occasion'd My former speech to you Cleob. T is my ambition Brac. Nay since you urge my anger you shall know I slight as much your fury as your love Nor shall you by entreaties win me to Prevent the mention'd danger He who can Be so unjust as to misdoubt my truth Shall perish in his ignorance before A sillable I utter shall deliver Him from his suddaine ruine Cleob. I pray be'nt so resolute I shall be diligent unto your speech And weigh each word that issues from
your tongue And study how to shew my selfe your friend Brac. My rage is not malitious like a spark Of fire by steel inforc'd out of a flint It is no sooner kindled but extinct This paper will inform you all He gives him a paper Cleob. T is so my Son has challenged Lariscus Into the field O Fate Brac. Fear not If you Have but a forward will to act what I Shall counsell doubt not your affaires shall meet A fortunate Issue Cleob. O how I pray Brac. Your eare They whisper Cleob. You councell well you and my better Fate And by this means will cure their bloody hate Exeunt ACT. 4. SCEN. 4. Enter Satyre Solus Sat. The paine of my late wound hath rob'd my spirits Of strength and use the blood that won't to dance Through the concaves of my veines now moves With a dull beating in my quiet pulses And I begin to faint Thou gentle earth Allow me what sweet comfort rest affords And let thy verdant bosome be my bed He lyes down ACT. 4. SCEN. 5. Enter Graculus Grac. I am a rogue and deserve hanging for betraying my poor Mistresse She 's tossed and tumbled by this time Let me see Sat. Oh! Grac. That 's not her voyce ha the Goats the Satyrs Where 's my Mistresse he has not eaten her I hope Sat. Help me I am wounded Grac. And if I did think so I would be more familiar Sat. I cannot goe help I shall bleed to death Grac. He 's almost kild First my letcherous friend Where 's my Mistresse Sat. She was rescu'd by a man has almost slaine me Grac. Now I have a great minde to kill him outright however I will dominere Where 's your hurt Sat. Here oh thou dost paine me Grac. Would you have a Surgeon you shall be hang'd first Sat. Sweet friend assist me Grac. Now I will make amends for all and carry this Satyre home to our house where we will whip him twice a day and after the maides have gelded him I will hang up in our chimney to dry for bacon Sirrah you are no rascall you deserve not to be firk'd and jerk'd and yerk'd my dogg a mountaine you are wilde I 'le tame you now I think on 't what if I cut out his eyes and then shew him upon market dayes to the Aradians where every man and maide will give money to have a lash at him like a blinde Bear e What doe you think of a wench you pestiferous goat you must be rutting and no flesh serve you but my Mistriss come I 'le bring you to them shall coole your liver Sat. Gently oh gently gentle Shepheard oh I shall dye Grac. Not till we'ave done you must have your carnallity I was pincht and trod on you dogs face does your abominable worship remember and threatn'd on perill of my life to pimpe for your bestiality well there is no remedy you shall upon my back to the house of correction Sat. Deare friend use mercy I repent Grac. Friend and mercy Yes I will be your friend to help you to a dog whip and mercy in abundance I say As Graculus is taking him up the Satyre takes him in his armes and carries him away Grac. Oh Mr. Satyre Gentile Mr. Goat I did but jest Sat. You shall be hang'd in earnest Grac. Help a Rape Murder Fellony Oh! I am undone I shall be eaten up alive Exit ACT. 4. SCEN. 6. Enter Philaritus and Lariscus with speares Phil. I love thee yet Lariscus for thy boldnesse To meet an enemy and could wish thy error To 'ave bin unborn but cannot bear an injury So great as to corrival my affection In beautious Arismena Lar. Thy own tongue Betrayes a cause that makes thee worth my killing Thy guilt of flattering my Castarina Come fight and let our courage meet and execute Not talke Phii. Revenge hath wings thou needs not call it Upon thee with more hast They fight ACT. 4. SCEN. 7. Enter Arismena and Castarina with Bowes and Arrowes Aris. Hold Cast. Stay Aris. An other duell must be fought this place Is ours Cast. If Philaritus attempt A wound upon Lariscus here I 'le punish it with Arismena's death Aris. And if Lariscus hurt Philaritus Within the bosome of Castarina I 'le hide this killing Arrow never look With wonder at us you kill one another And send your foolish Ghosts to raile at us No rather let us execute and save That cruelty upon our selves you being Men that are troublesome to the world and us Phil. Oh here make me happy Arismena My breast will meet thy shaft Aris. Stand faire Lar. And mine Shall glory to be pierc'st by Castarina Cast: Have at you then Make as though they would shoot but fling away their Bowes imbrace Aris. Thus doe I shoot a kisse Cast. And thus I aime at thee Aris. Pardon my dear Philaritus I have With too much tryall of thy love offended If not too late here I resigne my heart In satisfaction and am thine without Affection to Lariscus with whom I Conspir'd to make thee think we lov'd each other Upon thy courtship unto Castarina Who told me of your meeting and contention Which now must dye in your embracing us Phil. I am extas'd with joy Cast. And am I welcome Lar. To my heart Cast. If all seconds were so carefull to Compound there would not be so many slaine Aris. Here we begin our joyes Phil. May they last ever ACT. 4. SCEN. 8. Enter Satyrs Some seize upon the weapons and others carry away Arismena and Castarina Aris. Help Cast. Helpe Phil. Villains Devils Sat. You come upon your death Exeunt Satyrs Lar. They have our spears Phil. That I could look 'em dead the slaves out fly The winde they 're gone they 're lost for ever Our heaven but now discover'd we are thrown To hell and suffer torment above all The wretched souls endured Lar. There 's no persuing now Let us collect and muster strength to be Reveng'd upon their goatish generation Phil. Gods must persue the Ravishers for mankinde Wants force where shall I hide my cursed head Lar. You sha'not grieve nor curse alone while I Am partner in so great a miserie Exeunt ACT. 4. SCEN. 9. Ener foure Satyrs 1 Sat. See those commands that I impos'd be strictly Kept and least so much as but a noyse of their Complaint be heard be sure you binde and gagg Them both why stay you thus be quick and not Lesse mercifull then poysoned Arrows from A Tartars bow Omnes We suddenly obey Exeunt 1 Sat. Its fit Now will I glut my selfe and in A full revenge tickle my spleen O t will be Brave sport to winde these aged sirs in such A labyrinth as their industrious care Shall more infold them in then set them free But see I talk not execute Delay Brings danger with 't and oft designes betray Exit ACT. 4. SCEN. 10. Enter Philaritus and Lariscus Phil. T is strange these woods should be inhabited With store of