p. 99. l. 3. r. on Bounties p. 100. l. 7. r. doth spring p. 102. l. 3. r. their Summons p. 102. l 5. r. not pretend p. 103. l. 17. r. laying waste p. 111. l. 18. r. did draw Scene 1. Act. 1. Astraea CEase Shepheards cease your Praises flatt'ring bait Deceives our Sex but through our self Conceipt I am become distastful to my Sence You lose your Purpose in a vain Pr•tence If otherwhise I glori'd in your Fame 'T was but to fann my Lovers gentle Flame Which now 's extinguisht with a new Desire Leaving my faln Hopes to their fun'rall fire You that in Princes Palaces reside With wealth and honors to be dignifi'd Y 'ave some Pretence when with obsequ'ous Phrase On weak Believers you your Ends do raise On my abus'd Faith what can any gain Save from my Weakness more reproachfull Stain • shamefull Conquest 't is by wyle t' erect • Trophy there where Innocence blinds Suspect You Gods not to capitulate your Will •ut it enlightened better to fulfill •ay why oh why did your first Law inspire •v'n senseless things with this myster'ous Fire Which we call Love Was 't not in Peace to tie •ach disagreeing part by Harmonie •ach might by Nature's hid propensi'on know What it supports what it doth overthrow Which else would head long rushing to their End The rafters of this well fram'd World distend How come's it then that Reason hath less pow'r What you gave to preserve doth me devour It seems that Reason in this corrupt state Forsaking Nature doth prevaricate But why him clad in Natures best array As if through finest Lawn you would display Your purest Essences obviou••o Sense Which to all Fancies else were too immense Since he so much degen'rates from their kind In so fair Form bearing so false a Mind As Mortals you your best works do not use Our facile Faiths the sooner to abuse She lying on the Bank which is raised with a little hollow to present a •ivulet cals •er Dog to •er Rather thus much this seems to intimate Ingratefull Man all Ties will violate Come my Melampo Gratefull more art thou Who only Natures motives dost allow Celadon With equall rev'rence as the swarthy Lay Bow 's to the early messenger of day I offer at thy shrine a purer Flame Then his to whom they Homage for the same You Gods allow 't since in her milder Eye Y 'ave rais'd a Throne more fit your Deitie Why shrowd's those beams like to a sullen Morn When with contracted Clouds she threats a Storm Astraea S•• rises Thy fain'd Ignorance doth thy self accuse Whilst with thy Craft thou wouldst me twice abuse Could else thy Souls so oft vow'd Unity Cease to inform thee by Loves Sympathie But since th' estrang'd Thoughts have that Vertue spilt Look in thine Heart and learn it of thy Guilt Celadon If yet to try my never fading Love This Anger thou put'st on invent and prove If thou would'st have me die my Sentence give And I shall think it ev'n a Crime to live Astraea Whereas the Truth so plainly doth appear We need no farther Proofs our doubts to clear For Punishment no pow'r is in my Breath Thy Life will make it greater then thy Death Celadon Thy Cruelty speaks truth in that yet stay She seems to flie fro• him who holds her and kne•ls My Life my Death give ear what I shall say For unknown Crimes no pardon I pretend 'T is guilt unpardonable thee but t' offend Severest Ex'cution do not defer Sure I deserv't for sure thou canst not err Astraea Unskilfull is that Pilot 'gainst one shelf And by th' same storm haps twice to loose himself Disloyall wretch till bid no more come nigh She forces her s•l• from •im The vastest compass of my mournful eye Celadon Stay stay shee 's gone and all of her me left Is this poor Riband her Force made my Theft Me kiss•• it Sacred Relique of my departed Saint Be not offended with my just Constraint But in my all of all forsaken death Witness to whose lov'd will I yield my breath He ties it t• his •rm Let no rude hand from this part ere thee force But •e thou still the Orn'ment of my Co•rse And if the curious World do seek to know •e c•st• himself into a little descending place representing a River Astraea being retir'd •o •e•rken what •e would say comes back with je•lousie to see what was become of him She seeing him fall into the River •als upon the bank thereof and so ro••s into the same place where he •ell How or for what I dy'd do thou it show Astraea My jealous fear thus hasteth my return The more I seem to quench the more I burn I was too harsh to hear him I denide Let 's haste to help 't is now time to chide Lycidas Phillis encounter Lycidas WHat wanton God pursues thy flying Fear Making more Beauties then thou wouldst appear Let these mine arms thy Sanctuary be No violence here but what proceeds from thee Phillis H•stily and in some dist••ction Licidas well met let'• haste from yonder wall I saw a Shepheard in the River fall Lycidas Whereabouts was 't observ'd you well Phillis Here here The sad Object of my ill-boding Fear They li•• her up who seems to come to he• 〈◊〉 Astraea oh my dear companion speak Or to associate Thine my Heart shall break Astraea Why doth untimely Charity affright My resting Soul with horror of the light Natures decree enjoyneth but one Death Why force you me surrender twice my breath Lycidas thy brother from the proud Stream save Or these sad Floulds yield me a second Grave She se••s • w•ep Phillis Courage my dear Companion kinder Fate In this your safeguard seems to cease his hate Scene 2. Act 1. AFter some intermission three Nymphs appear on the Scene their heads crown'd with garlands The sleeves of their garments turn'd up above the elbow from whence fals a fine transparent lawn plated and frows'd towards the hand whereto with bracelets of pearl they seem fastned with gilt Quivers by their sides And each an ivory bow in her hand the lower part of the garment turn'd up on their hips which discovers their gilt buskins to the mid-leg Galatea Leonida Sylva Leonida THis sure 's the place see how th' impetuous Brook Seems that outlying Bank to over-look Then turning swiftly in his am'rous Chase Doth ev'n with clasped arms the Shelf embrace Consider well that little •uft of Trees How well toth ' glasses Figure it agrees Galatea Yet is this unfrequented place in sense Unlike to satisfie our chief Pretence Sylva 'T is not without appearance for no Tree The glass did represent we here not see Galatea Well since this seems most likely to the place Let 's for the issue here attend a space Sylva Pointing with •er hand •iscovers Cead•n in the River See! how that shepheard hangeth o're the deep As rekeless of his life he seems asleep Galatea Peace Sylva
peace disturb him not awhile We will his pretty Secrets him beguile Leonida His hanging limbs float on each beating wave What you his Bed think I believe his Grave They haste and take him •p Madam 't is guilt this doubt not to decide Slow Charity may prove an Homicide Galatea Shee seems •truck with love Wonder of Nature• hath Death took this shape To make of mortals a more facile Rape Cupids unbanded Beauties being displaid Compar'd to this dead Figures seem to fade Or could these Graces in their Sphears but move They 'd force again from heav'n the Queen of Love And make the horned Goddess of the Night Forsake her Orb here she might place her light Bow gently his fair Corps comes yet no heat She l•ies her hand on his breast Me thinks I feel his panting heart to beat You Gods by whose appointment here I stand To take that Bliss you promis'd to my hand Afford him breath with mutual Flames to burn Or else inclose our ashes in one Urn Sylva Madam he breaths Leonida Some fitter place must give A second succor ' ere he seem to live Galatea Bear him to Coach his welfare is my own Or live or die our beings are but one Scene 3. Act 1. Lycidas encounters Astraea and Phillis Lycidas HIs Bodie 's lost him churlish Fate denies Ev'n pious Rites of mournful Obsequies Celadons hat he holds in his hands he flings it on the Scene with a little astonishment This slender Monument is all it gives In whose despite yet in all hearts he lives How Astraea Can you restrain a Tear For him to whom then Life you were more dear Though his so faithful Love you have forgot Yet on Humanity lay not such a spot Thus unbewail'd of thee liv'd he again But to behold he surely twice were slain Astraea Gentle shepheard thy brother truly had Parts considerable might afflict the bad 'T is not his Love his Death can make me mourn That Loss is light where many Shares are born Lycidas For Charities sake disquiet not the Dead By unknown Ils thus heaping on his head The world thy jealousie will much deride If thou but think his heart he could divide His parents Threats Inemnity of blood His purer Fire ever hath withstood Those unsought conquests which his Beauty made His jealous Love to cherish was afraid Nay I believe the less-priz'd-Deity Thus punisht his Idolatry of thee Astraea It is no new thing Shepheard what I say Whereto each eye was witness ev'ry day VVhich undiscover'd often heard I have VVhile to Aminta his vow'd Love he gave Lycidas Just heav'n you have disclos'd I plainly see The guilty author of this Tragedie Celadon of Love and Courage had too much To live and hear that Tongue this Theame but touch For his Obedience he is justly paid His greatest Crime was that he thee obey'd How oft on bended knees hath he besought Thee to revoke this burthen from his Thought And to impose on him a milder Death Then fan a loathed Flame with fained breath Thou answer'd'st no thou shall perform this Wyle Our hostil Parents that we may beguile And those respects of Love that I you see Tender to her I le take as done to me Take this not thy unstable doubts to clear He flings •er a Lett•r But that thy Guilt more Horror yet might wear If more thou seek'st that Cypress tender Ryne More sensible then thou more speaks thy Crime May'st thou what Punishment guilt e're hath try'd Sue for as Mercy and be it deny'd VVhile thy remorseful Soul by civil Jar Setteth thy Self against thy Self at war Lyci •xit Astraea How wild a Sea chases my unstable Mind VVhat I must seek were even hell to find If just I 'm clear if unjust be my Hate Each day a Death my Crime shall expiate These Lights are stop'd with issue of my Tears Whilst I unlade Them unlade thou my Fears She gives her the Letter Phillis VVould heav'n I could so soon bring to thee Rest. 'T is Celadons writing be not so opprest LETTER ENquire no longer the actions of my life in asking me She reads the Letter what I do know still I continue in my wonted pain to love yet not dare to shew the same Not love yet vow the contrary Dear brother this is all the exercise or rather punishment of thy Celadon Men say two contraries cannot be in one and the same place at one and the same time Nevertheless true love and f•ined are the frequent actions of my life Wonder not thereat for I am forced to one by the perfection to the other by the command of my Astraea If this seem strange to thee remember that Miracles are the ordinary works of Divinitie And what can we less expect from my Deity Astraea •pe•king to her self s••ewhat ••r'd Art thou so hardned with the use of Ill As to withstand this Guilt and not distill Into a Sea while thy unbounded Course The narrow banks of guiltless Lignon force And from him with his Channel take his Name Lest after Ages him for thee should blame Here she ••rns to the Cypres tree where Licidas had told her that should •ind more concern'd 〈◊〉 subject And thou sad subject of Apollo's verse Who mak'st ev'n sorrow lovely on each Herse Still fresh in mourning as thou didst request When thy rash Hand had rob'd thee of thy Rest Thou more innocent Embleme of my Fate Denounce if more thou know'st t' inlarge Self-hate Phillis Shee seems to look on the trunk of the tree Shee seems 〈◊〉 read them These Characters are fresh the same subject And the same Hand did sure the same direct Why tyrant Love constrain'st me to a Fact Against those Laws thou dost thy self enact Forcing those Rites are onely due to thee Be tender'd to a strangers Deity Be more Just to thy Self to me less Cruel And take my Life for thy displeasures fuel Astraea Each sensless thing upbraid's me my Offence Whil'st my own Guilt yields them Intelligence •hee takes the hat •p Thou unsuspected messenger of Love VVhich to and fro in harmless Sports be'ng drove •hee looking in the hat betwixt the linings discovers a Letter with a little astonishment Into each others hands conveyd'st our Lines Yet standers by partook not our Designs Did'st thou so little of thy Master know That to revenge his Death thou 'st naught to show LETTER FAir Astraea if the Dissimulation which you enjoyn be to kill me you may more easily effect the same by one word from your mouth If it be to punish my Presumption you are too just a Iudge to inflict less punishment then Death If it be to trie the Power you have over me why make you not choice of a more sudden Experiment then this whose length can be but wearisome to you I cannot believe'tis to conceal our Amity as you pretend Since not being able long to live in so much Constraint my Death will without doubt give too sudden and deplorable Testimony thereof
worthy judge I hope you 'l condiscend Addressing her self to Sylvander who is more eminently seated then the rest To mee as Plaintiffe first your ear to bend Sylvander It is your right Leonice Be pleased then to know Unto what Country we our Beeings owe Night that great City which as saies old Fame From the Goddesses Judge first took the Name Of one Cottage we are and equal State Nature seem'd each for Other to create Till like a harsh Stepdame she did produce A third whose memory these Floods unsluce She seems to weep Whether with greater Endowments or less • do not know yet Greater you may guess Since he thought so whose thoughts alone give prise To all Beauty at leastwise in my Eyes He as I him pursues with eager Flames My happier Rival me and my Love disdaines She yield's at length for who could him resist •n Love I 'me sure my bonds I often kist Neglected here his cruelty not staid But with new slights he me the author made Of my ruine to cover or provoke •heir exchang'd Fires he stoopes to fained Yoke Makes me the Object yet with her advice So cunningly that thriving his disguise As they intend the worlds eye to divert He then on me the same craft would revert Though for unequal Purposes for now Holding my facile Faith with displeas'd brow He dislikes what he sought The world he saies Doth over clearly on our Freedomes gaze VVhich to prevent though true he seems to faign Love unto Clëon Clëon was her name And this his Craft yet better to disguise He me intreates her him to love advise But juster heav'n whilst me he thus deceaves By Clëons Death Clëons Love him bereaves Yet as to wrong my Love he did delight Fantastique Love he cherisheth with spight She making reverence retires Justice just Judge for this Abuse I crave Yet but his Love I seek or else my Grave Sylvander Gentle Shepherd y 'ave Liberty to speak Tyrsis More Gentle Judge more words we need not break With obei•ance The Truth is said The Truth we must avow Yet this Request vouchsafe us to allow That each by lot an Advocate may have So he appointed who th' Oracle gave Sylvander Giving each a glove they draw Lots Ti 's granted you who takes his Own must plead Hylas Hylas for 'th living Phillis Phillis for the dead Hylas Nature her self whose true Rules cannot err Hylas •••deth forth and makes his obeysance Two invincible Arguments doth inferr In this Different and by a double Tye This our Cause grants the others doth deny In this Shepherdess both Beauty and Love The ' ffect of One the Gods themselves do prove Pigmalyon• like from the work of their hand The other is wise Natures firmest band VVherewith Sh'unites the world whose purest Fire No other Incense do the Gods require And shall weak Man then dare thus to reject VVhat Gods and Nature hallow with Respect Th' other Objection that doth him deny VVhat he affects Is Contrariety Love's only Opposite his Enemie Can there twixt Life and Death be amitie Besides Mans Piety should even dread Thus to disturb the quiet of the Dead Just Judge to you thus I my Reasons show He make•• obeysance and reti••• My charge to clear not that you them not know Phillis That self same Nature whose spotless Decree Phillis wi•• obe••ance 〈◊〉 the Judge •tands 〈◊〉 You would wrest to your Purpose she ev'n she By equal pow'r of Beauty and of Love Reignes in this shepherds heart though yet above To Hylas Your Apprehension or your Loves Pretence VVhich makes Love only th' Object of the Sense But thou would'st have him them again to trie As though in Natures Laws were a diversity No Shepherd no Disorder would orethrow VVhat Nature Linkes if she proceeded so True Love of two souls is the unity VVhich may without the Bodies Union be If this you grant as who can truth deny His Loves Object still lives Souls cannot dye But thou think'st th' are disjoyn'd by heav'ns distance Know'st not her peircing nature whose swift glance Can pass each Sphear in twinckling of an eye Nor can hers less puts on Divinity Besides Love is an Act so freely born Ev'n our own VVills subjection it doth scorn How then can loath'd Importunity gain VVhat our conspiring Selves cannot constrain Just judge they do themselves themselves deny That ask of us Impossibility Sylvander The chiefest point wherein ye agitate With obey •ance she retires Stands up Is if Loves Essence subject be to Fate Perishable or not Love hath two objects The Body and the Soul since both Effects This Shepherd feeles The Gods in me pronounce The Body perishable such Love he renounce But since Souls Love as herself cannot dye He that continue to Eternity And that this Shepherdess her Pretences cease Your vowes observe and sanctifie your Peace Tyrsis As •eav'ns Edict Leonice VVhile my unruly Fire Threatning Revenge exchangeth into Ire Scene 2. Act. 2. Paris Adamas encounter Paris IN your absence Leonida hath been here With re•erence VVith such a haste as might beget a feare Adamas Pray heav'n the Nymph be well where is she gone Paris To yonder Plain she bent her course alone As I suppose her self to recreate •n rural Pastimes innocent Debate Till your return Adamas Haste it to let her know And in thy search Paris be not too slow E•it P•ris • am in pain till I the Subject hear Leonida appears He ••bra 〈◊〉 her Of her arrive and scarce delay can bear So unexpected how Fares the Nymph Leonida Lost If by your happier hand that Sate's not crost Adamas Be brief Leonida Oh sir I 've scarcely had the time To know my self since I disclos'd a Crime Scarce hatch'd from the Authors own glorying tongue From which perhaps our Ruines might gave sprung As in my way daies heat did me invade I sought the shelter of a milder shade Where being no sooner laid a voice I heard VVhich I well knew though nought of him appear'd It was Polemas Lyndamors Rival Their Love to Galatea's known to all Polemas guilty of his own Desert His slighted Courtship did at length convert To Stratagem such suspected of none Till now to me unseen It was made known While Clemanthe his Instrument declares Him the procession of their false affaires I blush to speak it It was in this wise In Hermits habit he did him disguise Nigh us betakes him to a lonely Cell 'T were too tedious each circumstance to tell How when the Nymph did thither oft repair As she intends to sanctifie her praier This Impostor did strangely us beguile In sum as he could wish so throve his wyle The Nymph with Faith he did possess that she Should see that man which should her husband be If she would happyness enjoy if not Foretells sh'incurtes a miserable Lot The Place he did discover in a glass Appoin'ts the Time and Person Polemas Who should have us incounter'd there but he Failing his Time our well-led
Charity Succurred an half drown'd Shepherd in whom Galatea prepossess'd beleeves her Doom But the inamor'd Shepherd doth reject Her Flames seeming some other to respect Yet she 'gainst Honor Reason or his Hate Vowes to inthrone him in her Bed and State Yet my commission bids not this declare Sir he 's fal'n sick which threats a new despair In whose Succor I 'me sent t' implore your aid Which cannot but by miracle be allaid Save him or save him not such is her Doom Her Honor or her Self you must intombe Adamas Do not despair these clowds I 'le quickly clear Leonida Alas my own love painteth thus my Fear To herselfe Scene 1. Act 2. Sylvander Victorious Archer whose self-pleasing Spoiles Filleth my Bosome with these homebred broiles Accept thy Conquest I do not resist But 'gainst a yeilding Heart no more insist Why represent'st thou still her glorious trayn Of charming Graces to reinforce my Pain I 'fore thy shrine like innocent victime stand To sacrifice my self with mine own hand Thus sporting in thy Flame like silly flie I singe my wings and for that Folly die If this the sacred Storehouse of thine Arms I have by stealth attempted Mine own harms Punish that Crime while rashly I aspire Prometheus Pain must follow my Desire If for some Gods Abode this Structure 's rais'd M Impiety's punish't o're curiously t' ave gaz'd While this Diana's presence I invade Unto my rav'nos thoughts I am betraid If as her worth thou seek'st t' inlarge Despaire I will with thee against my self prepare This second Fuel Her too much worth implies That I must prove her double Sacrifice Yet Love thou art too covetous b' unjust force He seem•• to l•e him down to sleep All Duties to thy self thus to ingross Forget not Natures rights lest hers orethrown Thou do'st thy self deprive thee of thine Own Leonida Celadon Leonida Leonida and Celadon appear upon the Scene with a womans garment loosly cast about him By this Disguise from those Bonds I thee free Which all neglecting all court Sov'raignty Nor wonder I that thou do'st it despise Thou more Subiect'st with those commanding Eyes Yet foolish I thus to obey thy will Steal thee from other but my self do kill Celadon Fair Nymph do not that Beauty so debase To sue who should be sought to nor desace The image of that Love I did discover I know you 'd not accept a faithless Lover Leonida Well since to other destin'd is that heart Gentle Swayn vouchsafe me this to impart That in your mem'ry friendly place I have Celadon Worth'est of Friends ev'n such unto my grave Else may Heav'ns heav'est Veng'ance me persue A thousand Thankes They imbrace Exit 〈◊〉 Leonida A thousand times adue Celadon Alas my flight my Prison but extend's Since with my life my Bondage only end 's Can the World's vastest limits other be For bad b' Astraea Astraea not to see Thus being depriv'd my Sun Dayes clearest light Shall be to me but as the blackest Night I 'le in this Desert seek some hollow Cave Shall be to me a Mansion and a Grave Asleep if Griefe these lights have not ore'thrown H• spies Sylvand•••sleep Surely me thinks this Shepherd I have known It is Sylvander whose vet closed Lids His Sorrows swelling Ruptures not forbids Alas poor Friend• I have heard of the change Thou hast made of thy Peace nor think it strange Thy Heart hath still harbor'd noblest Desires And such Love thinketh fittest for his fires Yet may'st thou happier therein be then I VVhose only Love prove's only Misery The occasions fair I will it not debate I feel the hasty Summons of my Fate Though Celadon b' exil'd Astraeas sight He puts his hand in his scrip takes out pen and paper and writes and folds it up Yet sure t' Astraea Celadon may write More happy paper haste unto her hand Not to recall her over-harsh Command But to assure her since such is her VVill Approaching Death her Sentence shall fulfill VVhile unrepining Hers I do depart Though ruder Fate hath rob'd me of her Heart If but one tear her cheek thou chance to lave I wish no other Monument to my Grave Puts it in his hand and goes ou• Wakens and rising discovers the letter He reads it To thee Sylvander this office I commend Ev'n as the last any shall me befrend Sylvander Ha! a letter am I asleep or wake If I still dream not how came I this to take LETTER To the most lov'd and most fair Shepherdess of the universe The most unfortunate and most faithful of her Servants wisheth that weale which Fortune him denies My extream Affection shall never consent to give the name of Pain or Punishment to what by your Command I suffer Nor shall ever permit Complaint to come from that mouth was only destin'd for your Praise But It may permit me to say that the State wherein I am which an Other would perhaps think insupportable contenteth me insomuch as I know you will and ordain It such Be not scrupulous to extend yet farther if possible your commands I shall still continue my Obedience to the end that if my Life hath not been capable to assure my fidelity my Death may 'T is doubtless I the Demon guardes my Soul Reading my passion doth it here inroule To the most fair Diana must be she Looks upon the letter And most belov'd that sure is meant of me Then she n' other object such love can give Then I n' other subject such love receive Thanks my good Geni'us better skilld then I With their own figure dost my thoughts supply Scene 4. Act. 2. Leonice Lycidas encounter Leonice PRopitious Fate as I could wish 't is he To herself Now thrive my Vengeance by my subtlety Gentle Shepherd saw you not pass this way To him A lonely Swain seems from himself to stray Lycidas Fair Shepherdess how should I know the same Leonice T is One doth his dead Mistris Loss complain I heard he in the Company should be Of Phillis and her Servant Lycydas who is he Leonice He 's sensible I see T is one they call Silander or Sylvander slender and tall To her self Lycidas By what judge you him her Servant to be Leonice By some seene freedomes of their Amity Which to my own Practice therein applyd That they are Lovers should not be deny'd Lycidas To himself She speakes my feares yet she a stranger is To them or me which confirmes true it is Leonice You saw none such Lycidas Not any pass this way Leonice Good morrow Swaine Lycidas To you a better day Exit Leonīce What Perfection can Man in VVoman find That may arrest the Levity of her Mind Phillis Diana Astraea She aboards Lycidas who Walks in a discontented posture She takes him by the arme He flings from her goes out and she follows him Phillis VVhy walkes my Shepheard with so sad a cheare Lycidas As thou wer 't innocent away forbear Diana VVhat suddain change is this Astraea His
and Hands Scene 4. Act. 5. Stella Hylas Stella YOur pleasant Humor you have left I find If not to me be to your self more kind Shake Dulness off can his own Enemies Death Thus droopingly stop merry Hylas breath Hylas It was from his my Harmony did spring And now is ended where it did begin Opposites support each other one Wit Enter Phillis with a merry countenance smilng on Hylas Begets Another and subsists by It. How Phillis doth that Countenance become These Times Or hath thy Inmate left his room In your Sex ne're Inhabitant was Sorrow For still 't is here to day and gone to morrow Phillis Hylas I 'de persecute thee thus an Age And change thy wonted Mirth into a Rage Leonice and Tyrsis listen at distance to their discourse Could I my Joy within it self contain Know then whom thou thought'st were are now not slain Hylas Hah Phillis Astraea Diana thou shalt see VVith Celadon and Sylvander living be Hylas By what strange Miracle Phillis It seems the force Of Magick Charms were here not to divorce The Soul and Body as thought but t' invade The depriv'd Senses with Death's seeming shade A breathless Slumber which now having end New life to us in their revivings send Hylas I do begin m' Heresie to forsake But such another will a Convert make Leonice Leonice and Tyrsis en•er By such Another such you Other see Phillis me pardon your Loves Jealousie Tyrsis And let the Innocent your Grace partake Phillis Ye both are such if such I both can make Hylas I 'm thunder-strucken how joyn quick and dead I will believe now any thing can be sed Leonice We did partake your Sorrows when t' us shown Which by your Joy had death so soon as known Tyrsis To perfect which let us them haste to see Phillis To that your eys may present witness be The whole troop of Shepherds enter in solemn manner with great silence which at distance making a stand after a while Adamas alone approacheth the Temple and kneeleth which done all the rest do the like at that distance they were at Adamas Ador'd Divinity fair Venus son Who Agent art of all that e're begun Foe to Confusion first of Heav'nly race As thou did'st Chaos so vouchsafe thy Grace Our amaz'd Doubts to order and enlight We come not Cur'osity to delight But thy prescribed Ord'nance to obey In consulting thy Oracle this day Pronounce thou God in favour of our Groves VVhat Destiny thou dost disign their loves Th' object of our Demands is to please thee A •aming Cupid appears in the mid'st of the fountain 〈◊〉 • Porphis pedestal Let our Content thy Answers Subject be O•acle Since that faithful Lover requir'd Alexis is to all expir'd Celadon receive thy happy Choice Astraea thee Heav'n doth present The price of thy long Discontent To which let none oppose his voice Celadon My humble thanks just Love for this thy Grace Heavante•• and again kneels in Shepherds habit Thy Ordinances still I will imbrace Above all Deities To thee each day I will fresh Tributes of Devotion pay In stead of Sighs and Tears I will renew The purest Flames thy Altar ever knew Which shall like Vestal's fier never dye Replenish't still by her Sun-staining Eye And since thou hast in Love giv'n me the Prize I will for ever be thy Sacrifice Adamas Celadon rising retires to the rest of the company all continue kneeling Great God propitious still once more disclose How of Sylvander doth your VVill dispose Oracle Sylvander must no longer live To Paris I Diana give And Adamas my just Command Bids that he die by thine own Hand Sylvander Cupid vanisheth Sylvander hastily runs and casts himself on his knees before the Altar while all the rest rise Thou ireful God who become envi'us art Of my Fdelity glut thee with a Heart Inshrines a Beauty would thee dispossess Of thy usurped Pow'r did'st not supress By unjust Force her humble Devotairs Winding them thus in these thy cruel Snares Yet this I have to thank thee for that I He rises Shall have the Glory thus for her to die Diana You cruel Gods mix Mercy with your Spight Both Lives and Loves see that you disunite Paris My Soul doth grieve it cannot happy be Without this his preceding Misery Celadon My Joy 's imperfect Lycidas Alas poor Lover He hath try'd one Death now must try ' nother Adamas The Gods more cruel are who me to live Do suffer yet then that they Death thee give Yet must our Piety obey their Will Prepare you strait their Sentence to fulfill Sylvander He approacheth to Diana kneels and kisses her hand still holding it First then to thee fair Author of this Strife Not to the Gods I offer up my Life They it compell'd but thou it willing hast With more Piety since heav'n's in thee plac't Diana I will precede thee in thy hasty Flight She faints and is supported by her mother Astrea and Phillis And vail my Soul in ever mournful Night Sylvander Let nought disturb your Joys to all Adue Now in my bloud your zealous Sword imbrue Adamas An Officer stands ready with a ba••a Sylvander kneels First to observe our wonted Ceremony With Victims bloud the Altar sprinkled see Truss up your Sleeve and then extend your Arm. That wel-known Mark my feeble Senses charm Here he stops and after some amazement fals on his neck Sylvander still kneeling He rises shews the company his arm My Son Paris my Son Gods cannot lie For by my hand doth now Sylvander die Let Wonder cease see see a Branch see here Of that fresh Tree we welcome the new Year This confirms thou art mine whom Soldiers Rage In unjust War made innocent Pillage Paris but for thy sake is Paris nam'd Thou art my Son him only such I fram To salve my Sorrow with a false relief Turns to Paris Still thou art such in Love forsake thy Grief I will unite thy Alliance to my bloud She pawses while he gives Paris hand to her Here Niece to thee Leonida You must not be withstood Adamas With half my Wealth nor is he of Stock mean As I suppose I found him nigh yon Stream A child of equal Age and Fate to mine Whom I had lost and ev'n about that time About his neck did hang in Chain of gold A rich Jewel did this Inscription fold Born of a Lion Which he still doth wear They look on it Bellinda knowing it fals upon his neck As to all Eys it plainly may appear Bellinda My son Ergaste My too long lost Son Not of a Lion born but of Alion Astraea Fie Diana lift up thine Eys see see Sylvander shall again thine living be Diana Sighing awakes as out of a dream Why do you thus my dying soul distract Bellinda Taking Sylvander and joyning his hand with Diana's I will it cure with this welcome Contract Diana Sylvander presenting himself on his knees is by Adamas separated They kneel Adamas takes him by the hand
Believe it fair Astraea what I have suffered is enough 't is now time you suffer me to act the personage of Celadon having so long and with so much pain represented One that of all those in the world is most contrary to him Astraea Thou nought canst add I was so full before Thou shalt again exhausted Grief restore Whilst restless I Lifes weary minutes tell In Swan-like plaints sounding my Funeral knell Phillis Sorrows first shock to no Advice will yield To her self then takes her by the hand who seems to re•• on her Who struggle with 't wound what they thought to shield Scene 4. Act 1. Celadon Leonida Sylva Celadon NAture and Art seem marri'd here to be VVhere each agreeing part 's a Harmonie To himself Yet is' t to me like Horror of the Night To the Guilty Banish't Astraea's Sight To them again It seems design'd an amorous Abode To shrowd the pleasures of some rural God VVhat place is that whose close compacted shade Phoebus in highest pride can scarce invade Leonida Gentle Shepheard i' th' thickest of that Grove Is plac'd the fountain of the Truth of Love VVherein each Lover may their loved see And if by them any then loved be Their Forms seem coupled But as then if None The single Figure doth appear alone It was erected by the famous Skill Of a Magitian Jealousie to kill Celadon I 've heard the fame thereof being so nigh Are we not licenc'd the vertue to trie Leonida No gentle Swain this fair Nymphs cruelty On incen'st Love forbids that Liberty Celadon As how I pray Leonida That I shall strait relate Pointing to Sylva Nay frown not Sylva now it is too late This Nymph whose Beauty Worth and Grace In all their hearts that see her hold a place Amongst the rest two noble Spirits rise In Emulation to make her their Prize In Natures gifts and Fortunes both were rich And their own vertues such as might bewitch Any with Love save Sylva's equal eye Which bred 'twixt Rivals equal Amity Long had they both without Advantage strove Each of the Other or of Sylva's Love At length with one assent they both agree To the best priz'd of her her to leave free Which her impartial Grace could not decide They therefore to this Fountain them apply'd Wherein each gazing with a greedy eye VVho should be honour'd with Preheminencie Found neither lov'd her Figure still Alone Together and asunder them being shown At which their Love gave place unto their Ire VVith Magitians they secretly conspire This to make void which not allow'd to Art They to fell Lions do the Guard impart By art confin'd nor can this Charm untie Till the two perfect'st Lovers for it die Celadon Sorrow attends my wonder Sylva Me the blame VVhile this home-friend seeks to extend my shame Galatea She imbraceth Cal••lon My better self I 've been too long away Each Minute spent from thee is a lost Day He seems to faint they support him How fares my Life some grief doth thee oppress I fear it is thy Fevors Re-access Celadon Th' are welcome Summons such I would not flie Galatea Render not fruitless so our Charity Leonida Madam this Shepheards safety doth depend On some skil'd hand may give his griefs an end Galatea Thee to believe my Fear doth me invite But m'Honor's stain'd he being expos'd to sight Leonida Madam to me'tis dearer then mine own As by my careful service shall be shown My Uncles Skil his Faith and Love to you I know your Grace misdoubts not to be true He 's your Creature whose Prudence will conceal And further your intents as his own weal I 'le thither haste with speed if so you please That his presence your Griefs in his may ease Galatea Th' advice is good yet him my Love not show Extent All but Leo•••• Haste Leonida Fear saies thou art too slow Leonida I will not tax thee for unequal Flames To her self Titles are but Policies empty Names VVhilst Love like Death casteth those Scepters by And gives all Natures works Equality Had not the same Object with equal Fire Inflam'd my Soul I 'd cherish'd thy desire VVhich in pretence of duty to the State My jealous Love by Craft must violate Scene 1. Act. 2. Phillis Diana Astraea Phillis OUr discontinu'd Sports we must repaire Lest yielding Sorrows should our thoughts insnare Diana I saw some Company in yonder Plain Let 's bend our Courses them to entertain Leonida Leonida appears With a little stop ••rook with a kind of wonder To her self My uncles absence gives me leave awhile In rural Sports my Passion to beguile As if a second Emulation drove T' a new Trial each goddess from above Nature is but a Niggard in our Courts Prodigal here beyond weak Fames reports To them Your flourishing Graces have made me poor In my weak wishes to salute your store Phillis Fair Nymph if any such in us you see 'T is from your Presence they imparted be Leonida Nay fair One to vie 't is not my Pretence With such false Coyn might cost your Innocence Leave that unto the self-deceiving Court I come to partake of your Love and Sport Diana Your honour'd Presence will their VVorths exter If your high rais'd Thoughts can so low descend Leonida Rather such humble Calmness will inure Sylvander appears on the Scene walking as •ot heedi•• them To greater Thoughts true Greatness to ensure VVhat Shepherd 's that Diana 'T is One in whom appears Nothing that 's rustick but the Coat he wears Yet so insensible I mean to Love That any's Conquest he disdains to prove Leonida Of whence Phillis That were impossible to show Since he himself the same ne're yet could know His Extraction he thinks hath been from hence Which makes him here to place his Residence Diana He sees us not else his civil Aboard Would of himself more knowledge you afford Phillis •air Nymph wilt please you him to entertain Leonida •our Character 's too fair that to refrain Phillis He salutes them but passeth by the speaking to him turns back Is this the fashion of those greater Towns Where you were bred who us intitle Clowns Our Entertainments thus to interrupt And second it with a Depart abrupt Sylvander Since 'twas m'ill hap such Error to commit The fault is less not to continue it Diana 'T was rather that no Object here you saw You from your self thought worthy to withdraw Yet if on this fair Nymph your eyes you turn Y' are too insensible if you not burn Sylvander Fair Shepherdess Loves sole attractive Ties Are onely bred by equal Sympathies The Disproportion 'twixt her worth and mine May easily discharge me of that Crime Leonida VVhere 's the Difference in Body or in Mind Y 'ave equal Properties of both I find Sylvander Fair Nymph of ev'ry thing the reall Prize Not from th' Appearance but the use doth rise Else many Beasts'fore Man we might commend In many Properties they him transcend Yet since They for Mans