likewise Swains that shew your selves no lesse Devout then they your voyces all unite And once again invoke the Queen of Night Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now shepherds and my servants all Withdraw your selves and come not till I call Valiant young man who to bestow upon Another life abandonest thine owne Die with this comfort For a puffe of breath Which by the abject spirit is call'd death Thou buy'st Eternity and when the tooth Of envious Time consuming the world's youth Millions of lesser names devoured hath Then thou shalt live the pattern of true faith But for the Law commands that thou shouldst die A silent Sacrifice before thou ply Thy knee to earth if thou wouldst ought deliver Speak and hereafter hold thy peace for ever Mir. Father for though thou kill me yet I must Give thee that name My body to the dust Whereof'twas made and kneaded up I give My Soule to her in whom alone I live But if she die as she hath vow'd of me What part alas will then surviving be How sweet will death be unto me if I In mine owne person not in hers may die And if he merit pity at his death Who for meer pity now resignes his breath Take care deer Father of her life that I Wing'd with that hope t' a better life may fly Let my Fate rest at my destruction Stop at my ruine but when I am gone Let my divorced soul in her survive Although from her I was divorc'd alive Mont. Scarcely can I refrain from weeping now O our mortality how frail art thou Son be of comfort for I promise thee I will perform all thou desir'st of me Here 's my hand on 't and solemnly I swear Ev'n by this Miter'd head Mir. Then vanish fear And now for the most faithfull soul make room For Amarillis unto thee I come With the sweet name of Amarillis I Close up my mouth and silent kneel to die Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Rites begin With liquid odoriferous Gumms keep in The flame and strowing frank incense and mirrhe Whole clouds of perfume to the Gods preferre Cho. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Scena quarta CARINO MONTANO NICANDRO MIRTILLO Chorus of Shepherds Car. DId ever man so many houses view And the inhabitants thereof so few But see the cause If I mistake me not They 're gotten all together here O what A troop how rich how solemn It is sure Some Sacrifice Mont. Give me the golden Ewre With the red wine Nicandro Nic. There Mont. So may Soft pity in thy brest revive to day By this unguilty blood Goddesse divine As by the sprinkling of these drops of wine This pale and dying flame revives Set up The golden Ewre Reach mee the silver cup. So may the burning wrath he quencht which in Thy brest was kindled by a false Maid's sinne As with this water powr'd out like our tears I quench this flame Car. 'T's a Sacrifice but where 's The offering Mont. Now all 's prepar'd there lacks Onely the fatall stroak Lend me the Axe Car. I see a thing unlesse my eyes mistake Like a man kneeling this way with his back Is he the offering 'T is so Ah wretch And o're his head the Priest his hand doth stretch O my poor Country after all these years Is not Heav'ns wrath yet quencht with blood and tears Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Revengefull Goddesse who a private fault With publick rod dost punish Thou hast thought Fit so to doe and so in the Abysse Of Providence eternall fixt it is Since faithlesse Lucrin's tainted blood was thought For thy nice Iustice too impure a draught Carouse the guiltlesse blood then of this Swain By me now at thy Altar to be slain A willing Sacrifice and to his Lasse As true a Lover as Aminta was Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Ah how my brest with pity now relents What sudden numnesse fetters every sense I ne're was so before To lift this Axe My hands lack strength and my heart courage lacks Car. I 'le see the wretches face and so be gone For such dire sights I cannot look upon Mont. Perhaps the Sun though setting will not look On humane Sacrifice and I am strook Therefore with horrour Shepherd change thy place And to the Mountain turn thy dying face So now 't is well Car. Alas what gaze I at Is 't not my Son Is 't not Mirtillo that Mon. Now I can do 't Car. 'T is he Mon. And aim my blow Car. Hold sacred Minister what dost thou do Mont. Nay thou profane rash man how dar'st thou thus Impose a sacrilegious hand on us Car. O all my joy Mirtillo I ne're thought Mon. Avant old man that dot'st or art distraught Car. T' imbrace thee in this sort Mont. Avant I say It is not lawfull impure hands to lay Upon things sacred to the gods Car. 'T was they That sent me to this place Mont. Nicandro stay We 'l hear him and then let him go his way Car. Ah courteous Minister before thy hand Upon the life of this young man descend Tell me but why he dyes This I implore By that Divinitie thou dost adore Mon. By such a Goddesse thou conjur'st me that I should be impious to deny But what Concerns it thee Car. More then thou dost suppose Mon. Because to die he for another chose Car. Then I will die for him O take in stead Of his this old already tott'ring head Mon. Thou rav'st friend Car. Why am I deni'd that now Which unto him was granted Mon. Because thou A stranger art Car. And if I should prove none What then Mon. Although thou shouldst it were all one Because he cannot be exchang'd again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne But who art thou if thou no stranger be Thy habit speaks thee not of Arcadie Car. Yet am I an Arcadian Mont. I did ne're See thee before to my remembrance here Car. My name 's Carino I was born hard by This wretche's Father who is now to die Mont. Hence hence lest through thy fond paternal love Our Sacrifice should vain and fruitlesse prove Car. O if thou wert a Father Mont. I am one I and the Father of an onely Son A tender Father too yet if this were My Silvio's head by Silvio's head I swear I would as forward be to do to his What I must do to this For no man is Worthy this sacred Robe but he that can For publick good put off the private man Car. Yet let me kisse him ' ere he die Mon. Nor touch Car. O mine own flesh and blood art thou so much A tyrant to me
cannot yeeld pure streams Nor a bad heart good words And where the deed Is evident Defence offence doth breed What dost thou talk thou shouldst have guarded more Then thy life now thy chastitie before Why do'st thou cheat thy self Am. O miserie Must I then dye Nicandro must I dye None left to hear none to defend me left Of all abandon'd of all hope bereft Onely of such a mocking pity made The wretched object as affords no aid Nic. Be patient Nymph and give me cause to tell Though thou didst ill yet that thou suffredst well Look up to heav'n since thence thou drawst thy birth All good or ill we meet with upon earth From thence as from a fountain doth distill And as no good is here unmix'd with ill So punishment that 's ill to flesh and blood As to th' accompt we must make there is good And if my words have cut thee 't is but like A faithfull Surgeon who a vein doth strike Or thrusts his instrument into the wound Where it is mortallest and most profound In being cruell mercifull Then be Content with what is writ in Heav'n for thee Am. O 't is a cruell sentence whether it In heaven for me or in earth be writ Yet writ in heav'n I 'm certain it is not For there my innocence is known But what Doth that avail me if that dye I must That 's the straight narrow passage to be dust Nicandro that 's the bitter cup But oh By that compassion thou to me dost show Lead me not to the Temple yet stay stay Nic. Who fears to dye dyes ev'ry hour o' th' day Why hang'st thou back and draw'st a painfull breath Death hath no ill in 't but the fear of death And he that dies when he hath heard his doom Flyes from his death Am. Perchance some help may come Father dear father dost thou leave me too An onely daughters father wilt thou do Nothing to save me Yet before I die A parting kisse to me do not deny Two bosoms shall be pierced with one blow And from thy daughter's wound thy blood must flow O father once so sweet and deer a name Which I was never wont t' invoke in vain Thy belov'd Daughter's Wedding callst thou this To day a Bride to day a Sacrifice Nic. Good Nymph no more why dost thou bootlesly Stay thus tormenting both thy self and mee The time calls on I must convey thee hence Nor with my duty longer may dispense Am. Deer woods adieu then my deer woods adieu Receive these sighs my last ones into you Till my cold shade forc'd from her seat by dire And unjust steel to your lov'd shades retire For sink to hell it can't being innocent Nor soar to heav'n laden with discontent Mirtillo O Mirtillo most accurst The day I saw the day I pleas'd thee first Since I whom thou above thy life didst love Became thy life that thou my death mightst prove She dies condemn'd for kindnesse now to thee Whom thou hast still condemn'd of cruelty I might have broke my faith as cheap Ay me Now without fault or fruit I dye or Thee My deer Mirtill Nic. Alas she dies indeed Poor wretch Come hither shepherds with all speed Help me to hold her up O piteous case She finish'd in Mirtillo's name her Race Unhappy maid she breathes yet and I feel Some signes of life pant in her bosome still To the next fountain let us carry her Perchance cold water may recover there Her fleeting spirits Stay will not relief Be cruelty to her who dies of grief To prevent dying by the Axe How-e're Yet let not us our charitie forbear Men ought to lend their aid in present woe What is to come none but the Gods foreknow Scena sexta CHORUS of Huntsmen with SILVIO CHORUS of Shepherds with SILVIO Ch. Hun. O Glorious youth true child of Hercules That kilst so soon such monstrous beasts as these Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom lies slain and queld This Erimanthian Monster living held Invincible Behold the horrid head Which seems to breath death when it self is dead This is the famous Trophie noble Toile Of him whom we our Demy-god do stile Extoll his great name Shepherds and this day Keep ever solemn ever holy day Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth that do'st despise thine own For others safeties Vertue climbes her Throne By these steep stairs and the high Gods have set Before her Palace gates labour and sweat He that would land at joy must wade through woes Nor by unprofitable base repose Abhorring labour but from gallant deeds And vertuous labour true repose proceeds Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Ch. Sh. O glorious youth by whom these Plains depriv'd Of tillage and of tillers long retriv'd Their fruitfull honours have The plough-man now Securely goes after the lazie plough Sowes his plump seed and from earth's pregnant womb Expects the wish'd fruits when the season 's come No more shall churlish tusk or churlish foot Trample them down or tear them up by th' root Nor shall they prosper so as to sustain A beast to be their own and others bane Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Shep. O glorious youth as if presaging thine The Have'n to day doth in full glory shine Such peradventure was that famous Boar Alcides slew yet so thy act is more It being Silvio thy first labour as Of thy great Ancestor the third it was But with wilde Beasts thy infant valour playes To kill more monsters in thy riper dayes Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth c. Cho. Sh. O glorious youth how well are joyn'd in thee Valour and pietie See Cynthia see Thy devout Silvio's vow behold with white And crooked tusk as if in thy despight The proud head arm'd on this side and on that Seeming thy silver horns to emulate If then O powerfull Goddesse thou didst guide The young mans shaft he is in justice tyde To dedicate the Trophie unto thee By whom he did obtain the victorie Cho. Hunts. O glorious youth true child of Hercules That kill'st so soon such monstrous beasts as these Scena septima CORIDON I Have forborn till now to credit what The Satyr told me of Corisca late Fearing it might be some malicious lye Devis'd by him to shake my constancie For most improbable it seem'd that she In the same place where she expected me Unlesse the message which Lisetta brought To me from her were false should straight be caught With an adulterer And yet the truth To say here 's a shrewd token and it doth Perplex me much to see the mouth o' th' den Just in that manner he related then Shut and damm'd up with such a massie stone Ah false Corisca too well by mine own Experience of thy ungracious deeds I know thee now stumbling so oft thou needs Must fall at last So many frauds so many Lyes and vow-breaches might have warned any Whom folly or affection did not blear
love Knowst thou who I am who thou art Lin. Thou art a man or shouldst be one and I Another what I teach Humanity And if thou scorn that name which is my pride Take heed in stead of being deifi'd Thou turn not beast Sil. That monster-taming King From whom my lofty pedegree I bring Had never grown so valiant nor so fam'd If first the monster Love he had not tam'd Lin. See foolish youth how idly thou talkst now Had great Alcides been no Lover how Hadst thou been born Rather if he orecame Monsters and men to Love impute the same Knowst thou not yet that to comply with fair Omphales humour he not onely ware In stead of the fierce Lions rugged skin Womens soft robes but taught those hands to spin And hold a feeble distaffe which did bear The knotty Club His interludes these were Between his Acts And when his ribs were beat With dear-bought Counquests he would then retreat Into her lap the bay of sweet delight As in Love's port to be new built for fight His sighs from his past toils sweet breathings were And spirits strengthning him new toils to bear For as the iron of it self too rough And of a harsh unmalleable stuffe Softned with fire and gentler metall strength From weaknesse gathers and becomes at length Fit for the noblest use so hearts untam'd Which their own stifnesse often breaks enflam'd With generous Love and with his sweets allay'd Are cleerer apter for great Actions made If th' art ambitious then to imitate Great Hercules and not degenerate From thy high strain since woods thou dost affect Follow the woods but do not Love neglect I mean so lawfull and so worthy love As that of Amarillis I approve So far from blaming that as cruelty Thy shunning of Dorinda For in thee Who standst upon thy bloud 't were double shame To scorch thy brest with an unlawfull flame For injuring thy Spouse Sil. What saist thou man Shee is not yet my Spouse Lin. Was there not than A promise solemnly receiv'd and giv'n Take heed proud Boy how thou provokest Heav'n Sil. Man 's freedom is Heav'ns gift which doth not take Us at our word when forced vows we make Lin. I but unlesse our hopes and judgements fail Heav'n made this Match and promis'd to entail A thousand blessings on 't Sil. 'T is like that there Is nothing else to do a proper care To vex the calm rest of the gods above Linco I like nor this nor t'other Love I was a Huntsman not a Lover bred Thou who art all for love go back to bed Lin. Thou sprung from Heav'n harsh Boy nor of divine Can I suppose thee nor of humane Line Alecto's poyson thy cold limbs did fashion Sweet Venus had no hand in thy creation Scena secunda MIRTILLO ERGASTO Mirt. O Amarillis Authresse of my flame Within my mouth how sweet now is thy name But in my heart how bitter Amarillis Fairer and whiter then the whitest Lillies But crueller then cruell Adders far Which having stung least they should pitie bar Their ears and flie If then by speaking I Offend thee I will hold my peace and die I 'll hold my peace but what will that do good If hils and dales roar for me and this wood Which thy deer name can nere forget from me So often heard and carv'd on every tree The windes shall sigh for me the fountains shed Abundant tears grief mourn and pitie plead Or couldst thou bribe whole Nature with a fee To silence lastly Death shall speak for me Hee 'll thunder 't out and to the world proclaim I dy'd a Martyr in my true Loves flame Erg. Mirtillo Love is a great pain at best But more by how much more it is supprest For as hot Steeds run faster at the check Then if you laid the reins upon their neck So love restrain'd augments and fiercer growes In a close prison then when loose he goes Why hidst thou thy flames cause so long from me When the effect could not concealed be Mirtillo burns how often have I said But inward burns and will not call for aid Mirt. Courteous Ergasto out of my respect To her alas I did my self neglect Nor would my festring passion yet unfold But that necessity hath made me bold I hear a buzzing rumour every-where Which to my heart findes passage through my ear That Amarillis shortly weds nor dare Ask more lest so I should my love declare Or prove my fear too true Full well I know Nor hath Love strook me blind that in my low And slender fortunes it were simple pride To hope a Nymph so shap't so qualifi'd So rais'd in wealth in spirit and in blood Above all these so gentle and so good Can ere be mine no I have tane the height Of my unhappy Star my sullen fate Made me for fuell onely born to smother In fires I cannot kindle in another Yet since Fate 's pleas'd I should affect death more Then life at least I 'ld have her know before That shee 's beholding to me for my death And deigne when I sigh out my latest breath To cast her fair eyes on me and say Dye This reasonable boon obtain would I That ere she go to make another blest In having her shee 'ld hear me speak at least But once my deer Ergasto. Now if love Or pitie of me thy soft entrails move Procure me this this physick onely lend To make the passage easie to my end Erg. From one that loves a just from one that dies A small request yet a hard enterprize Woe be to her should her stern father hear That to stoln prayr's she ere had lent an ear Or if some baser pick-thank should disclose It to the Priest her father-in-law Who knows But out of these respects she may eschew Thy company and yet affect thee too For women are more prone to love then men But to conceal 't have more discretion then And if 't were true that she did love thee what Could shee do lesse then shun thee for all that She that wants power to help listens in vain And flies with pity when her stay breeds pain And I have heard 't is still the wisest course To quit that soon which one must quit perforce Mir. O were this true and could I think it so Sweet were my pain and fortunate my woe But deer Ergasto hide it not from me So help thee Pan who may this Bridegroom be So lov'd of all the Starres Erg. Dost thou not know I 'm sure thou dost that famous Silvio Silvio the rich the gallant and the fair The Priest Montano's onely Son and Heir 'T is he Mir. O happy youth whose joy appears So ripe for harvest in his spring of yeers Pardon me gentle swain I envie not Thy happinesse but mourn my own hard lot Erg. Indeed there is no reason to envy Rather to pity him Mirt. To pity Why Erg. Because he loves her not Mirt. And hath he wit Hath he a
heart Is he not blind And yet When I consider with what full aspect Her starry eyes their influence direct Into my brest she cannot have a dart Left in her quiver for another heart But why do they a gemme so precious throw To one that knows it not and scorns it so Erg. Because the Heav'ns did through this Marriage Unto Arcadia long ago presage Deliverance Hast not thou heard that here Is paid to the great Goddesse ev'ry yeer Of a Nymph's guiltlesse bloud a cruell and Unconscionable tribute by this Land Mirt. 'T is news to me nor let that strange appear Since I my self am but a stranger here And since I came by Fate 's decree and Love's Almost a constant Burgesse of the Groves But what strange crime deserv'd so sharp a doom How could such monstrous cruelty finde room In a Celestiall minde Erg. Of me then know From the first head the torrent of our wo A Story that would tears of pitie wrest From heart of oak much more from humane brest Whilest yet the Priesthood was not ty'd to age A youthfull swain of noble Parentage Then Dian's Priest Aminta was his name The Nymph Lucrina did with love enflame All creatures of her sex exceeded shee As much in beauty as unconstancie She long requited or at least to sight If looks and eyes have tongues she did requite The pure affection of the Love-sick lad And fed his hopes whilst he no Rivall had But when a rustick swain her favour sought See now a perfect woman in a thought She left the former with one sigh was shook With the faint batt'ry of one amorous look Her hearts new guest now takes up all the room Dislodg'd Aminta ere he knew for whom Haplesse Aminta who from that day forth Was so abhorr'd held of so little worth By that ungrate whom he did still adore That she would neither hear nor see him more If this unkindnesse cut the wretch to th' heart If he sigh'd wept and rav'd to thee who art Acquainted with Love's pangs I leave to ghesse Mir. O 'T was a torment no man can expresse Erg. When then his tears and prayers he had cast After his heart to Dian turn'd at last If ever with pure heart Goddesse quoth he And guiltlesse hand I kindled flame to thee Revenge my faith which a perfidious Maid Under safe conduct of her smiles betraid The Goddesse gentler then the Nymph was hears The faithfull Lover's and her servant's tears And prayr's and pity kindling her just ire By opposition did augment the fire Her pow'rfull bow into her hand she took And in ARCADIA'S wretched bosome stuck Arrows of death and catching Pestilence Invisible and therefore without fence Without remorse they execute her rage Without respect on every sex and age Nor Antidotes nor Med'cines here avail'd Nor flying now weak Art her Master fail'd And oft whilst he the remedy apply'd Before the Patient the Physitian dy'd The onely hope that 's left is from the skie So to the neerest Oracle they flie Which soon return'd an answer cleer enough But above measure terrible and rough That Cinthia was incenst but that the Land Might be reliev'd if by Aminta's hand That faithlesse Nymph Lucrina or some one For her of the Arcadian Nation Were as an offring to Diana slain So she when long sh' had prayd long wept in vain And long expected her new Lovers ayd To th' holy Altars like a Bride array'd And with what pomp Religion could devise Was led a miserable Sacrifice Where at those feet from which hers fled so fast The feet of her Idolater at last Bending her trembling knees she did attend From the offended youth a cruell end The sacred knife he boldly did unsheathe Rage and revenge his nostrils seem'd to breathe His eyes to sparkle turning then to her Said with a sigh death's hollow messenger Whom thou hast left Lucrina and whom took Learn by this blow And with that word he strook Himself and plung'd the knife in his own brest To th' haft In one both Sacrifice and Priest Fell bleeding at her feet whilst she amaz'd To see that dire unlookt for object gaz'd As one 'twixt life and death nor yet did know If grief had stab'd her or the threatned blow But when she found her tongue again and knew Distinctly what was acted there O true O brave Aminta bathing in a flood Of tears she said O Lover understood Too late who by thy death dost give to me Both life and death If in forsaking thee I sinn'd lo I redeem that sin of mine Wedding my soul eternally to thine This said that knife fresh reeking with the gore Of the now lov'd in death and purpled ore She drew from his pale brest and in her own Sheath'd it again then willingly sunk down Into Aminta's arms who yet had breath And felt perchance that lightning before death Such was this pair of Lovers tragick fall 'Cause he kept too much faith she none at all Mir. O haplesse swain yet happy in his Love Having so rich occasion to approve His spotlesse faith and dying to revive That spark in her he could not being alive But what became then of the poor diseas'd Did the plague cease was Cinthia's wrath appeas'd Erg. It did relent but was not quite put out For the same month the yeer being wheel'd about It burst out with more fury and did make A dire relapse This forc'd us to betake Our selves unto the Oracle agen Which utterd now a sadder doom That then And yeerly we to Nights offended Queen A Maid or Wife should offer past fifteen And short of twenty by which means the rage Which swallow'd thousands one death should asswage Moreover a hard law and weighing well The nature of that sex impossible To keep a law in bloudy letters writ On wretched women was impos'd by it That whatsoever Maid or Wife should prove In any sort a changeling in her love Vnlesse some friend would pay the penalty In stead of her should without mercy die This dire this nationall Calamitie The good old man hath hope to remedie By means of this desired Match because The Oracle after some little pawse Being ask'd again what end our woe should have To our demand this punctuall answer gave Your woe shall end when two of Race Divine Love shall combine And for a faithlesse Nymphs apostate state A faithfull Shepherd supererogate Now there are left in all Arcadia Of heavenly Stock no other slips this day But Silvio and Amarillis She From Pan descended from Alcides He. Nor had there ever to our much regret Of those two Lines a Male and Female met As now there do whence the believing Father Great hopes of good not without cause doth gather For though the things foretold by th' Oracle Be not fulfill'd yet in each particle This is the fundamentall point the rest Is still reserv'd in Fates own secret brest And of the Marriage one day shall ensue Mir. And all this
and sighs could womans heart enflame But now I find I err'd for if she bears A stony heart in vain are sighs and tears We must strike fire out of her brest by dint Of steel what fool us'd bellows to a flint Leave leave thy tears and sighs if thou wouldst make A conquest of thy Dame and if thou bake Indeed with unextinguishable fire In thy hearts center smother thy desire The best thou canst and watch thy time to doe That which both Love and Nature prompt thee to For Modestie's the charter of the woman Who wil not have her priviledge made common Nor though she uses it her self with men Would she have them to use 't with her agenâ— Being a vertue for the admiration Of them that court her not their imitation This is the plain and naturall way of Love Indeed the onely one that I approve My coy Corisca shall not finde of me A bashfull Lover as I us'd to be But a bold Foe and she shall feel I can Assault her with the weapons of a man Aswell as with the womans arms Twice now I 've caught this Eel and yet I know not how She hath slipt through my hands but if she come A third time neer my boat I 'le strike so home Through both her gils that I shall marre her flight Here she comes forth to Rellief ev'ry night And I like a good hound snuffe round about To find her track If I do sent her out Have at her coat O how I mean to be Reveng'd upon her I will make her see That Love sometimes though he appear stark blind Can from his eyes the hand-kerchief unbind And that no woman though she may a while Can glory long in perjury and guile CHORUS O Powerfull Law which Heaven or Nature Writ in the Heart of every Creature Whose amiable violence And pleasing rapture of the sense Doth byas all things to that good Which we desire not understood Nor the exteriour bark alone Subject to th' sense of every one Whose frail materials quickly must Resolve again into their dust But the hid seeds and inward cause Whose substance is eternall moves and draws And if the ever-teeming world bring forth So many things of admirable worth If whatsoever Heaven 's great eyes The Sun and Moon or his small spies The Starres behold doth own a soul Whose active pow'r informs the whole If thence all humane seed have birth All plants and Animals if th' earth Be green or on her wrinckled brow it snows From that immortall and pure Spring it flows Nor this alone On mortall Crown What-ever restlesse Spheers rowl down Whence all our actions guided are By a happy or unhappy Starre Whence our frail lives their Qu receive This Stage to enter and to leave What-ever thwarts what-ever stils Our froward and our childish wils Which seeming to be Fortune's Play To give and take our things away The world ascribes to her hath All From that high vertue its originall Soul of the World if it were thou didst say Arcadia should have rest and peace one day And like a snake renew her youth What man dares question so divine a truth If what the famous Oracle Of two whom Fate should couple did foretell It spake but as thy mouth if fixt it be In the eternall depth of thy Decree And if the Tripods do not falshoods vent Ah! who retards thy wils accomplishment Behold a scornfull boy a foe To Love and Beauty Hee although Extract from Heav'n with Heav'n contends Behold another youth offends In love as much in vain deserving To be preferr'd for humbly serving And with his flame thwarts thy Decree And the lesse hope he hath to see His service and his true loves hire The cleerer burns his faith and fire And he now for that Beauty dyes Which t'other whom 't is kept for doth despise Is Iove divided then about his doom Hath doubtfull Fate twins strugling in her womb Or doth man's mountain-hope unleveld yet New impious Giants in rebellion set On both sides to assault the Towr of Iove By loving and by shunning Love Have we such strength and ore the Powrs above Shall two blind Powrs triumph Disdain and Love But thou high Mover of the Orb that rid'st The Starrs and Fate and with thy Wisdom guid'st Their course look down upon our tott'ring State And reconcile Disdain and Love with Fate That ice this flame thaw quench with heavenly dew Make one not flye another not pursue Ah! let not two mens obstinacy stand Betwixt thy promis'd mercy and a Land And yet who knowes what we imagine is Our greatest crosse may prove our greatest blisse If on the Sunne no humane eye can gaze Who then can pierce into Iove's hidden wayes Actus Secundus Scena Prima ERGATSO MIRTILLO Erg. O What a walk have I had At the Race The Mead Hill River Fountain wrastling Place I 've been to seek thee Heav'n be prais'd at last I 've found thee here Mir. What news requires such haste Bringst thou me life or death Erg. The last's a thing Which if I had for thee I would not bring The former though I have not for thee yet I hope to bring But why art thou ore-set With thy own sighs If thou wouldst overcome Another overcome thy self at home Breathe and revy't again But to proceed To that which made me seek thee with such speed The matter 's this Knowst thou who doth not know Ormino's Sister rather tall then low She is of stature cherry-cheekt her hair Inclin'd to red and of a sprightly ayr Mirt. What is her name Erg. Corisca. Mir. Yes I do Know her and have conversed with her too Erg. Know then that she see the good luck on 't What hath been the means to work it I know not Or on whose score it comes is grown of late With Amarillis very intimate Which I perceiving a relation made Of thy affection unto her and praid Both her assistance and her secrecie Therein which she accorded readily Mirt. O blest a thousand thousand times and more Then all Mirtillo that ere lov'd before If this be true But prethee did she say Nothing at all unto thee of the way Erg. Nothing as yet and I will tell thee why Corisca said shee could not certainly Determine of the way till she might know Some circumstances of thy love that so She might be better able to discern The inclination of the Nymph and learn How to addresse her selfe with subtilty Or with intreaties what t' were best to try Or what to leave This was the cause made mee To come so hastily in search of thee Therefore from first to last thou shalt doe well Thy Love 's whole story unto me to tell Mirt. I 'le do it But know Friend to stir again The bitter memory of Love in vain Is like the tossing of a torch about One's head i' th air thinking to shake it out When agitation kindles it and makes The flame cling faster to the
her Scena quinta AMARILLIS CORISCA. Am. DEar happy Groves and you ye sollitary And silent horrors where true peace doth tarry With how much joy do I review you And Had my stars pleas'd to give me the command Over my self that I might chuse my lot And my own way of life then would I not For the Elisians groves about which range The happy shades your happy shades exchange For what we foolish mortals Goods do call If rightly understood are Evils all He that hath most of them in truth hath least Nor is so much possessor as possest Not riches no but of our freedome snares What boots it in the spring-time of one's yeers To have the Attributes of Fair and Good In mortall veins to lock celestiall blood Graces of body and of mind here fair And laughing fields of corn rich meadows there In fruitfull pasture-grounds more fruitfull flocks If with all these the heart contentment lacks Happy that shepherdesse whom some course stuffe Obscurely cloaths yet clean and just enough Rich onely in her self and bravely drest With Nature's ornaments which are the best Who in sweet poverty no want doth know Nor the distractions which from riches grow Yet whatsoever may suffice the mind In that estate abundantly doth finde Poor but content with Nature's gifts retrives The gifts of Nature Milk with milk revives And with the sweet which from the Bee she gets Seasons the honey of her native sweets One fountain is her looking glasse her drink Her bath and if she 's pleas'd what others think It matters not she heeds not blazing starres That threaten mighty ones warres or no warres It is all one to her her battlement And shield is that she 's poor Poor but content One onely care 't is a sweet care doth keep Her heart awake she feeds her Masters sheep With pearled grasse and with her lovely eyes Some honest swain that for her beauty dies Not such as men or Gods chuse to her hand But such as Love did to her choice commend And in some favour'd shady Mirtle grove Desires and is desir'd Nor feels of Love One spark which unto him she doth not show Nor shows one spark with which he doth not glow Poor but content True life which till the breath Forsakes the body knowst not what is death Would Heaven had made me such a one But see Corisca Sweet Corisca. Cor. Who calls me My Amarillis dearer then mine owne Eyes or life to me whither so alone Am. No farther then thou seest nor anywhere Could I be better since I weet thee here Cor. Thou hast met her that never parts from thee Sweet Amarillis and now credit me Was thinking of thee saying in my heart If I'm her soul how can she live apart From me When straight I saw thee here but go Thou car'st not for Corisca now Am. Why so Cor. Why Dost thou ask the question thou dost wed To day Am. I wed Cor. Yes and thou keepst it hid From me Am. How can I tell thee that which I Am ignorant my self of Cor. Do deny And wear a mask to me Am. Still jest with me Corisca. Cor. I am jested with by thee Am. But speakst thou this for truth Cor. I 'le swear 't is so And knowst thou nothing of 't indeed Am. I know I 'm promis'd but that I should be a wife So soon is news to me upon my life But from whom knowst it thou Cor. From my own Brother Ormino and he sayes there is no other Discourse abroad Thou seem'st perplext is this News to perplex one Am. O Corisca 'T is A hideous gulfe I 've heard my mother say W' are then new born Cor. Most true 't is our birth day T' a better life therefore rejoyce Dost fetch A sigh leave sighing to that wretch Am. What wretch Cor. Mirtillo who was present casually At what my brother told mee and was nigh Strook dead with grief and doubtlesse he had dy'd If a good cordiall I had not apply'd By promising to break this Match Which though I said onely to comfort him I know If need were how to do 't Am. Canst thou tell How to break this Match Cor. Yes very well Am. I prethee how Cor. With ease if thou wert but Consenting likewise and assisting to 't Am. Could I suppose this possible and thou Wouldst not reveal it I would tell thee now A secret that hath long burnt in my heart Cor. Who I reveal it Let the earth first part And swallow me alive miraculously Am. Know then Corisca when I think that I Must all my life be subject to a Boy That hates and flyes me and doth take no joy But in the woods preferring hunting farre Before the love of all the Nymphs that are It makes me male content and desperate Indeed almost although I dare not say 't Because my faith I have already given Unto my Father and what 's worse to Heav'n And break with them I neither will nor may But if thy industry can finde a way Alwayes provided that my Honestie My Faith my Life and my Religion be Preserv'd t' untie this knot that galls me so To thee my life and safety I shall owe. Cor. If this were it that caus'd thy sighing thou Hadst great cause for it Amarillis How Oft have I said What pity 't is to throw So rich a thing to one that scorns it so A pearl t' a swine why speak'st not to thy Father Am. Shame stops my mouth Cor. There 's a disease I 'd rather For my part have a Fistula or Feaver But 't will be cur'd Orecome it once 't will never Return again Am. That cannot be orecome That 's naturall For if I drive it from My heart it flies into my face Cor. Alas My Amarillis oft it comes to passe She that through too much wisdom holds her tongue Roars out at last like mad being throughly stung Hadst thou before been willing to discover Thy mind to me this trouble had been over And now thou hast Corisca's power this day In all its colours shall it self display Into more skilfull hands more faithfull then Mine are thou never couldst have faln But when From an ill Husband thou art freed by mee Shall not an honest Suitor welcom be Am. Wee 'l think of that at leasure Cor. That good youth Mirtillo must not be forgot in sooth For parts for spotlesse faith for shape thou knowst Of all men living hee deserves thee most And canst thou let him dye O cruelty Nor wilt so much as hear him say I dye Hear him but once Am. 'T were better he would rest In peace and root a love out of his brest That 's vain Cor. That comfort give him ere he dye Am. 'T would rather double his perplexity Cor. If it do so the seeking is his own Am. And what must I expect should it be known Cor. How cowardly thou art Am. And let me still Be cowardly in any thing that 's ill Cor. If thou mayst fail
me in this small request Then may I fail thee likewise in the rest Most justly Amarillis So God bu'y Am. Nay stay Corisca hear Cor. Not a word I Unlesse thou promise me Am. I promise thee To hear him speak provided this may be For all Cor. It shall Am. And that he may not know I was acquainted with 't Cor. I 'le make as though Ye met by accident Am. And that I may At my own pleasure freely go away Cor. Thou shalt when thou hast heard him Am. And that hee Shall briefly speak Cor. That too is granted thee Am. Nor come within my darts length of me Cor. Fie What a stir 's here with thy simplicitie To make it sure he shall not doe thee wrong I 'le tie up all his limbs except his tongue Wouldst thou have more Am. 'T is well Cor. And when wilt thou Do this Am. When ere thou wilt Do but allow Me so much time as to go home to hear More certain news about this Marriage there Cor. Go but with caution and before thou' rt gone Hear a contrivance I have thought upon As thou wert speaking In the afternoon I would have thee without thy Nymphs to come Into this shady walk where I will be Before for this occasion and with me Nerina Phillis Celia Aglaura Eliza Daphne Silvia and Laura All my no lesse discreet and witty then Faithfull and secret Mates There thou with them Shalt play as thou art wont at Blind-man-buffe So that Mirtillo will with ease enough Be made believe that for thy own passe-time Thou thither cam'st and not to meet with him Am. I like it wondrous well But dost thou hear I would not any of those Nymphs were there The while Mirtillo speaks Cor. I doe conceive 'T was thought upon with good discretion Leave The getting them away to my endeavour Go and remember one thing to love ever Thy faithfullest Corisca. Am. In her hand Since I have put my heart she may command As much love as she pleases Cor. Is she not stiffe We must assault this rock With greater force though she resist my shock Against Mirtillo's she will finde no fence I 'm sure I know by self-experience The power of Lovers prayers when they invade The tender heart of an inclining maid If shee do yeeld I 'le make her smart so for 't That shee shall finde her sport was not in sport Through her dark'st words her heart shall be to me As visible as in a ' natomie I 'le ransack all her veins that done and I Made Mistresse of her secret easily I 'le winde her so and lead her by the nose To what I 'de have that she shall ne're suppose Much lesse shall others that it was my skill That drew her to 't but her unbridled will Scena sexta CORISCA SATYR Cor. O I 'm dead Sat. But I was quick There 's a trick now for your trick Cor. My Amaerillis I am caught O come back Sat. She hears thee not 'T will now behove thee to be strong Cor. O me my hair Sat. I have so long Stood angling for thee in my boat At last th' art strook 'T is not thy coat 'T is thy hair Sister this Cor. To mee This usage Satyr Sat. Yes to thee Corisca or I am mistaken That Mistresse in the art of making The fine-spun lyes that sels so deer False words false hopes and a false leer Shee that so often hath betraid me Shee that so many fools hath made me At every turn the sorceresse The cheat Corisca Cor. I confesse I am Corisca but not shee Now that was once so lov'd by thee My gentile Satyr Sat. Pray since when Am I gentile I was not then When me for Coridon thou didst change Cor. Thee for another Sat. See how strange She makes it now I warrant then This is great news to thee and when Thou mad'st me Silvia's Buskins steal The Bow of Lilla Cloris Veile And Daphne's Gown that were to be The price of love which promis'd me Thou gav'st another and when that Fair wreathe I on thy head did plat Thou upon Niso didst bestow And when thou mad'st me cold as snow Watch many a night out at the Fountain The Cave Wood-side and foot o' th' Mountain And for my pains didst laugh at me Did I then seem gentile to thee Ah thief But now as I am here I 'le make thee pay thy whole arrear Cor. O me Thou dragg'st me like a beast Sat. I drag thee like thy self then Wrest Thy neck out of the collar now Give me the slip if thou knowst how Fox though thy craft the time before Did save thee it shall do 't no more For this I 'm sure thou canst not scape Unlesse thou leave thy head i' th trap Cor. Yet give me so much time I pray As for my self to answer Sat. Say Cor. How can I if thou hold me so Sat. 'T is likely I should let thee go Cor. I 'le gage my faith not to go hence Sat. What faith Hast thou the impudence Perfidious woman to name faith To me I 'le bear thee where there hath No Sun much lesse the feet of men Approacht unto the horrid'st den Of all this Mountain there but I Will act the rest to mine own joy And thy dishonour I will kerve Such vengeance as thy faults deserve Cor. Canst thou then cruell to this hair which has Ty'd fast thy heart unto this face which was Once thy delight to this Corisca then More dear to thee then thine own life was when Thou swar'st by that that thou couldst finde it sweet On her behalf ev'n death it self to meet Canst thou once think to offer injury I say to her O Heav'ns O Destinie Whom have I hop't in whom can I believe Again Sat. Ah Syren thinkst thou to deceive Me still still rock me with thy flatt'ring charms Cor. My sweet deer Satyr do no harm To her that loves thee Thou art not a beast Nor hast a marble or a flinty brest Behold me at thy feet O pardon me If ever I by chance offended thee My Idol By those sinewy and more Then humane knees which clasping I adore By that rough manly visage by that dear Affection which thou once to me didst bear By the sweet influence of those eyes which thou Wert wont to call two stars two fountains now By these salt tears which trickle down so fast Pitie me now and let me go Sat. Thou hast Mov'd me I must confesse and I were gone If I should hearken to affection But to be short I doe not credit thee Thou art too full of wiles and tricks for me And he that takes thy word believes his snares Beneath this humble shew beneath these prayr's There 's hid Corisca Thou canst never be Another Sruggling still Cor. My head O me Ah cruell stay a little longer yet And grant me but one favour Sat. What is it Cor. Hear me a little more Sat. Thou hopest now With flatt'ries and squeez'd
tore And murther'd Orpheus so on Hebrus shore As they had thee unlesse her clemencie Whom thou call'st cruell now had rescu'd thee But she is not so cruell as she ought To be for if when she is cruell thought Thy boldnesse is so great what would it be If she were judged pitifull by thee That honest pitie which I could I gave Other it is in vain for thee to crave Or hope for amorous pitie she can ill Bestow who gave it all to one that will Give her none back If thou my Lover be Love my good name my life my honestie Thou seek'st impossibles I am a ward To Heav'n Earth watches me and my reward If I transgresse is death but most of all Vertue defends me with a brasen wall For she that is protected by her honour Scorns there should be a safer guard upon her Look to thy safety then and do not give Battell to me Mirtillo fly and live If thou be wise For out of sense of smart T' abandon life argues but a faint heart And 't is the part of vertue to abstain From what we love if it will prove our bane Mir. He that no longer can resist must yeeld Am. Where vertue is all passions quit the field Mir. Love triumphs over vertue Am. Let that man That cannot what he will will what he can Mir. Necessitie of loving hath no law Am. Love 's wounds will heal which salves of absence draw Mir. We fly in vain what we about us carry Am. Love drives out love like following billows Marry Mir. Strange levitie in me thou dost presume Am. If all wayes fail time will thy love consume Mir. But first my love will have consumed me Am. Is there no cure then for thy malady Mir. No cure at all but that which death affords Am. Death let me speak then and be sure these words Be as a charm unto thee though I know When Lovers talk of dying it doth show An amorous custome rather of the tongue Then a resolve of minde continuing long To do 't indeed yet if thou ere shouldst take So strange a frenzie know when thou dost make Away thy self thou murtherst my fame too Live then if thou dost love me and adieu I shall esteem thee henceforth most discreet If thou take care we two may never meet Mir. Sad doom without my life how can I live Or without death end to my torments give Am. Mirtillo 'T is high time thou wentst away Thou hast already made too long a stay Be gone and take this cordiall along Of hopelesse Lovers there 's a numerous throng There is no wound but carries with it pain And there are others may of love complain Mir. I know I 'm not the only man hath lost His Love but onely wretched I am tost 'Twixt life and death of whom it may be sed That I am neither living nor yet dead Am. Be gone be gone Mir. O wofull parting O End of my dayes from thee how can I go And yet not dye The pangs of death I 'm sure I feel and all that parting souls endure For mine 't is past into my griefs Hence I Have ceas'd to live those live immortally Scena quarta AMARILLIS MIrtillo O Mirtillo couldst thou see That heart which thou condemn'st of cruelty Soul of my soul thou unto it wouldst show That pity which thou begg'st from it I know O ill starr'd Lovers what avails it me To have thy love T' have mine what boots it thee Whom Love hath joyn'd why dost thou separate Malitious Fate And two divorc'd by Fate Why joyn'st thou perverse Love How blest are you Wild beasts that are in loving ty'd unto No lawes but those of Love whilst humane lawes Inhumanely condemn us for that cause O why if this be such a naturall And powerfull passion was it capitall Nature too frail that do'st with Law contend Law too severe that Nature do'st offend But what they love but little who death fear Ah my Mirtillo would to heav'n that were The onely penaltie Vertue which art The bindingst Law to an ingenuous heart This inclination which in me I feel Lanc'd with the sharp point of thy holy steel To thee I sacrifice and pardon deer Mirtillo her that 's onely cruell where She must not pitie Pardon thy fierce foe In looks and words but in her heart not so Or if addicted to revenge thou be What greater vengeance canst thou take on me Then thine own grief for if thou be my heart As in despight of Heaven and Earth thou art Thy sighs my vitall spirits are the flood Of tears which follows is my vitall blood And all these pangs and all these groans of thine Are not thy pangs are not thy groans but mine Scena quinta CORISCA AMARILLIS Cor. SIster no more dissembling Am. Woe is me I am discovered Cor. I heard all now see Was I a Witch I did believe my Heart Thou wert in love now I am sure thou art And would'st thou keep 't from me thy closet tush This is a common evill never blush Am. Corisca I am conquer'd I confess 't Cor. No now I know 't deny it thou wert best Am. Alas I knew a womans heart would prove Too small a vessell for o're-flowing love Cor. Cruell to thy Mirtillo but unto Thy self much more Am. 'T is cruelty that grew From pitie Cor. Poyson ne're was known to grow From wholsom root What diff'rence canst thou show 'Twixt such a crueltie as doth offend And such a pitie as no help will lend Am. Ay mee Corisca Cor. 'T is a vanitie Sister to sigh an imbecillitie Of mind and tastes too much of woman Am. Wer 't Not crueller to nourish in his heart A hopelesse love To fly him is a signe I have compassion of his case and mine Cor. But why a hopelesse love Am. Do'st thou not know I am contracted unto Silvio Do'st thou not know besides what the Law saith 'T is death in any woman that breaks faith Cor. O fool and is this all stands in thy way Whether is ancienter with us I pray The Law of Dian or of Love this last Is born with us and it growes up as fast As we do Amarillis 't is not writ Nor taught by Masters Nature printed it In humane hearts with her own powerfull hand Both Gods and men are under Loves command Am. But if that Law my life away should take Can this of Love a restitution make Cor. Thou art too nice if women all were such And on these scruples should insist so much Good dayes adieu I hold them simple souls Will live obnoxious to such poor comptrolls Lawes are not for the wise if to be kind Should merit death Iove help the cruell mind But if fools fall into those snares 't is fit They be forbid to steal who have not wit To hide their theft For honestie is but An art an honest glosse on vice to put Think others as they list thus I conceive Am. These rotten grounds
loath Cor. Yet do 't in pitie unto her that dyes Unlesse sh' enjoy the fun of thy fair eyes Uncharitable youth art not thou poor And canst thou beat a beggar from thy door Ah! what thou wouldst another should extend To thee do thou now to another lend Mir. What alms can beggers give In short I swore Allegeance to that Nymph whom I adore Whether she tyrant prov'd or mercifull Cor. O truly blind and most unhappy dull Mirtillo who is 't thou art constant to I am unwilling to add woe to woe But thou art too much wrong'd I' faith and I That love thee am not able to stand by And see thee so betraid If thou suppose This crueltie of Amarillis growes From zeal to vertue or Religion Th' art gull'd another doth possesse the throne And thou poor wretch whilst he doth laugh must cry What stricken dumb Mir. I 'm in an ecstasie 'Twixt life and death suspended till I know Whether I should believe thee now or no. Cor. Do'st not believe me then Mir. If I did I Had not surviv'd it sure and I will dye Yet if it be a truth Cor. Live Caitiffe live To be reveng'd Mir. But I cannot believe It is a truth Cor. Wilt thou not yet believe But force me to tell that which it will grieve Thy soul to hear Do'st thou see yonder cave That is thy Mistresse Faith's and Honour's grave There laughs sh'at thee there makes of thy anoy A poynant sawce to thy tir'd Rivals joy In short there oft a base-born shepherd warms Thy vertuous Amarillis in his arms Now go and sigh and whine and constant prove Unto a Nymph that thus rewards thy love Mir. Ay me Corisca do'st thou tell me true And is it fit I should believe thee too Cor. The more thou searchest 't will the worser be Mir. But didst thou see 't Corisca wo is me Cor. Truth is I did not see it but thou mayst And presently for she her word hath past To meet him there this very hour But hide Thy self beneath that shady hedges side And thou thy self shalt see her straight descend Into the cave and after her her friend Mir. So quickly must I dye Cor. See! I have spi'd Her coming down already by the side O' th' Temple mark how guiltily she moves Her stealing pace betraying their stoln loves To mark the sequell do thou here remain And afterwards we two will meet again Mir. Since the discovery of the truth 's so neer With my belief I will my death defer Scena septima AMARILLIS NO mortall work successfully is done Which with th' immortall gods is not begun Full of distractions and with heavie heart I did from hence unto the Temple part Whence Heaven be prais'd I come as light as air And strangely comforted for at my pray'r Pure and devout I felt from thence me thought Another soul into my body shot Which whisper'd Fear not Amarillis go Securely on I and I will do so Heav'n guiding Fair Mother of Love befriend Her that on thee for succour doth depend Thou that as Queen in the third Orb do'st shine If e're thou felt'st thy Son's flames pitie mine Bring courteous Goddesse by a secret path Quickly that youth to whom I 've pawn'd my faith And thou deer cave till I have done my work Suffer this slave of Love in thee to lurk But Amarillis all the coast is cleer None nigh to see thee and none nigh to hear Securely enter O Mirtillo O Mirtillo if thou dream'dst wherefore I go Scena octava MIRTILLO I Wake and see what I could wish t' have been Born without eyes that I might not have seen Or rather not to have been born Curst Fate Why hast thou thus prolonged my lifes date To bring me to this killing spectacle Mirtillo more tormented then in hell The blackest soul is not to doubt thy grief Not to be able to suspend beleif Thou thou hast heard and seen 't thy Mistresse is Another man's And which is worse not his Whose by the world's Laws she was bound to be But by Love's Lawes snatcht both from him and thee O cruell Amarillis to undo This wretched man and then to mock him too With that unconstant mouth which once did meet And once did call Mirtillo's kisses sweet But now his loathed name which haply rose Like bitter drink that 'gainst the stomack goes Because it should not bitternesse impart To thy delight hath spu'd out of thy heart Since therefore she who gave thee life hath ta'ne That life away and given it again 'T another why do'st thou thy life survive Wretched Mirtillo Why art thou alive Dye dye Mirtillo unto grief and smart As unto joy already dead thou art Dye dead Mirtillo since thy life is so Let thy pangs likewise be concluded Go Out of the anguish of this death which still Keeps thee alive that it may longer kill But shall I dye then unrevenged Sure I 'le slay him first that did my death procure I will dispense with my dire love of death Till I have justly ta'ne away his breath Who slew my heart unjustly Yeeld stout grief To anger death to life till in my life I have aveng'd my death Let not this steel be drunken with the flood Of its own Master's unrevenged blood Nor this right hand be Pitie's till it hath First made it self the Minister of wrath Thou that enjoy'st my spoyls what ere thou be Since I must fall I 'le pull thee after me In the same brake I 'le plant my self agen And when I spie him coming to the den Will rush upon him with this piercing dart At unawares and strike him through the heart But is 't not base to strike him out of sight It is defie him then to single fight Where valour may my justice prove But no This place is unto all so known and so Frequented that some swains may interpose Or which is worse enquire of me whence grows Our quarrell which if I deny 't is naught They 'l think if feign a cause I may be caught Then in a lie if tell 't her name will be Blasted with everlasting infamie In whom although I never can approve That which I see yet I must ever love That which I fanci'd and did hope t' have seen And that which ought I 'm sure in her t' have been Dye basely then the base Adulterer Who hath slain me and hath dishonour'd her I but the blood may if I kill him here The murther show and that the Murtherer What do I care I but the murth'rer known Bewrays the cause for which the murther's done So this ungratefull woman runs the same Hazard this way of shipwrak in her fame Enter the cave then and assault him there Good good tread softly softly lest she hear That she 's at th' other end her words imply'd Now hid with branches in the Rock's left side There is a hollow at the steep stairs foot There without any noyse I 'le wait to put In
little backward so The mortall steel past by leaving his brest Untoucht and in his coat of skins did rest Into the which I know not how 't was wove So intricately that Mirtillo strove In vain to pull it out and so he too Was taken Cho. And with him what did they do Erg. He to the Temple by himself was brought Cho. For what Erg. To try if he 'd discover ought Touching the fact in question Perhaps too Th' affront he in their Minister did do Unto the priestly majesty might some Penance deserve Would yet I might have come To comfort my poor friend Cho. What hindred thee Erg. The waiters at the altar may not be Admitted to delinquents therefore I Sequesterd from the other company Go by my self unto the Temple where With many a prayer and devouter tear I 'le beg of Heaven that it would chase away This sullen storm that overclouds our day Deer Shepherds rest in peace and joyn with ours Your pray'rs to batter the celestiall towers Cho. We will when we have paid to Silvio That duty first we to his goodnesse owe. O ye great Gods now now if ever prove Your anger lesse eternall then your love Scena quarta CORISCA. EMpale ye triumph-decking Lawrell boughs Empale my glorious and victorious brows Into Love's lists hedg'd round about with flame This day I came I saw I overcame This day hath Heav'n and Earth Nature and Art Fortune and Fate Friend and Foe ta'ne my part Ev'n that base Satyr who abhorres me so Hath helpt me too as if he too did go Some share with me How much more happily Did fortune bring Mirtillo in then I Contriv'd to have brought Coridon to make Her crime more show of likelihood to take And though Mirtillo's apprehended too That matters not they soon will let him go Th' Adultresse onely payes the penaltie O famous triumph Solemn victorie If lying may deserve a trophie I Deserve a trophie for my amorous lye Which from this tongue and bosome hath done more For me then Love with all his charms before But this is not a time to talk Withdraw Thy self Corisca till the doom of Law Fall on thy Rivals head for fear that she T' excuse her self should lay the blame on thee Or that the Priest himself should wish to know What thou canst say before he give the blow When a mine springs 't is good to stand aloof A lying tongue requires a flying hoof I 'le hide me in those woods and there will make Some stay till it be time to come and take Possession of my joyes O! it hath hit Beyond all thought Successe hath crown'd my wit Scena quinta NICANDRO AMARILLIS Nic. A Heart of flint or rather none had he Nor humane sense that could not pitie thee Unhappy Nymph and for thy sorrow grieve The more by how much lesse they can believe This should befall thee who have known thee best For were it but to see a Maid distrest Of venerable count'nance and that show'd So vertuous and so excellently good One that for heav'nly beauty merited Temples and Sacrifices to be led Unto the Temple as a Sacrifice Who could behold it without melting eyes But he that should consider further how And for what purpose thou wert born That thou Art Daughter unto Titiro and shoud Have married been unto Montano's bloud Two the most lov'd and honour'd shall I say Shepherds or Fathers of Arcadia And that being such so great so famous and So beautifull a Nymph and that did stand By nature so remote from thy death's brink Thou shouldst be now condemn'd He that doth think On this and weeps not wails not thy mishap Is not a man but wolf in humane shape Am. If my mishap had come through mine own fault And the effect had been of an ill thought As of a deed that seems ill it had been Lesse grievous to mee to have death pay sinne And very just it were I should have spilt My bloud to wash my impure soul from guilt To quench Heav'ns wrath and since man too had wrong Pay what to human justice did belong So might I still a crying conscience And mortifi'd with a due inward sense Of deserv'd death render my self more fit To die and through that purgatory get Perchance to Paradise But now in all My pride of youth and fortune thus to fall Thus innocent is a sad case a sad Nicandro Nic. Nymph would to Heav'n men had Sinn'd against thee rather then thou 'gainst Heav'n For satisfaction might be easier giv'n To thee for thy wrong'd Fame then unto it For its wrong'd Deities Nor know I yet Who wrong'd thee but thy self Wert thou not caught Alone with the adult'rer in a vault To Silvio precontracted wert not thou And so thy nuptiall faith hast broken How Then innocent Am. For all this have not I Transgrest the Law and innocently dye Nic. Not Natures law perchance Love where thou wilt But that of Men and Heav'n Love without guilt Am. Both men and Heav'n if all our fortune be Deriv'd from thence transgrest have against me For what but an ill destiny could bid That I should die for what another did Nic. What was that Nymph bridle thy tongue with high Flown grief transported ev'n to blasphemie The ils we suffer our own sins pull down Heav'n pardons many wrongs but it doth none Am. I blame in Heaven onely my own starre But one that hath deceiv'd me more by farre Nic. Then blame thy self thy self thou didst deceive Am. I did when I a coz'ner did believe Nic. They who desire to be deceiv'd are not Am. Dost think me naught Nic. Nay ask thy actions that Am. Actions are oft false comments on our hearts Nic. Yet those we see and not the inward parts Am. The heart may be seen too with th' eys o' th' mind Nic. Whithout the senses help those eyes are blind Am. The senses must submit to reasons sway Nic. Reason in point of fact must sense obay Am. Well I am sure an honest heart I have Nic. Prethee who brought thee then into the cave Am. My folly and too much credulity Nic. Thou trustedst with a friend thy honesty Am. I trusted a friends honestie Nic. Thy blood Was that the friend thou wouldst have understood Am. Ormino's Sister who betraid me thither Nic. 'T is sweet when Lovers are betraid together Am. Mirtillo enterd without my consent Nic. How enter'dst thou then and for what intent Am. Let this suffice 't was not for him I came Nic. It cannot if no other cause thou name Am. Examine him about my innocence Nic. Him who hath been the cause of thy offence Am. Call her to witnesse who betraid me hath Nic. Why should we hear a witnesse without faith Am. By chast Diana's dreadfull name I swear Nic. Thou by thy deeds art perjur'd unto her Nymph I am plain I cannot flatter thee Into a hope which in extremitie Will leave thee more confounded these are dreams A troubled fountain
day of prey to me What favours are These courteous goddesse in one day a pair Of such wilde beasts to triumph ore But why Do I delay this work my Deity The swiftest and the keenest shaft that is In all my Quiver let me see 't is this I do select to thee I recommend it O Archeresse eternall do thou send it By Fortunes hand and by thy pow'r divine Guide it into the beast His skin is thine And in thy name I shoot O lucky hit Just where the eye and hand designed it Would now I had my javelin here to make An end of him at once before he take The wood for shelter but the place shall yeeld Me weapons Not a stone in all the field But why do I seek weapons having these This second arrow layes him at his ease Alas what do I see what hast thou done Unhappy Silvio what hast thou run Thy self into Thou hast a shepherd slain In a wolfe 's skin O action to remain For ever overwhelm'd with grief to lie Under salt water everlastingly The wretch too I should know and he that so Doth lead and prop him up is Linco O Vile arrow viler vow but vilest Thou That didst direct that arrow hear that vow I guilty of anothers blood I kill Another I that was so free to spill My blood for others and my life to give Throw down thy weapons and inglorious live Shooter of men hunter of men But lo The wretched Swain then thee lesse wretched though Scena nona LINCO SILVIO DORINDA Lin. LEan daughter on my arm with all thy weight Wretched Dorinda do Sil. Dorinda's that I 'm a dead man Dor. O Linco Linco O My second Father Sil. 'T is Dorinda woe Woe on thee Silvio Dor. Linco thou wert sure Ordein'd by Fate to be a stay to poor Dorinda Thou receivedst my first cry When I was born Thou wilt now I 'm to dye My latest groan and these thy arms which were My cradle then shall now become my biere Lin. Ah daughter or more deer then if thou wert My daughter speak now to thee for my heart I can't grief melts each word into a tear Dor. Not so fast Linco if thou lov'st me deer Linco nor go nor weep so fast one rakes My wound too bad t'other a new wound makes Sil. Poor Nymph how ill have I repaid thy love Lin. Be of good comfort daughter this will prove No mortall wound Dor. It may be so but I That am a Mortall of this wound shall die Would I knew yet who hurt me Lin. Get thee sound And let that passe Revenge ne're cur'd a wound Sil. Why dost thou stay what mak'st thou in this place Woulst thou be seen by her Hast thou the face Hast thou the heart t' indure it Silvio flee From the sharp dart of her revenging eye Fly from her tongues just sword I cannot go From hence and what it is I do not know But something holds me and would make me run To her whom I of all the world did shun Dor. Must I then die and not my Murtherer know Lin. 'T was Silvio Dor. How dost know 't was Silvio Lin. I know his shaft Dor. Then welcom death if I Shall owe thee to so sweet an enemy Lin. Look where he stands we need demand no further His posture and his face confesse the murther Alone Now Heav'n be praised Silvio Thy all-destroying Arrowes and thy Bow Th' hast pli'd so well about these woods that now Th' art gone out thy Arts-master Tell me thou That dost like Silvio not like Linco who Made this brave shoot Linco or Silvio This 't is for boyes to be so overwise Would thou hadst taken this old fools advice Answer thou wretch What lingring miserie What horrour shalt thou live in if she die I know thou 't say thou err'dst and thought'st to strike A Wolfe as if'twere nothing school-boy like To shoot at all adventures and not see Nor care whether a man or beast it be What Goat-herd or what plough-man doth not go Clad in such skins O Silvio Silvio Soon ripe soon rotten If thou think fond childe This chance by chance befell thee th' art beguild These monstrous things without Divine decree Hap not to men Dost thou not plainly see How this thy unsupportable disdain Of Love the world and all that is humane Displeases Heav'n High Gods cannot abide A Rivall upon earth and hate such pride Although in vertue Now th' art mute that wert Before this hap unsufferably pert Dor. Silvio give Linco leave to talk for hee Knows not what pow'r Love gave thee over me Of life and death If thou hadst strook my heart Th' hadst strook what 's thine mark proper for thy dart Those hands to wound mee thy fair eyes have taught See Silvio her thou hat'st so see her brought To that extremity where thou wouldst see her Thou sought'st to wound her see her wounded here To prey upon here loe she is thy prey Thou sought'st her death and loe she 's dying Say Wouldst thou ought else of her What further joy Can poor Dorinda yeeld thee Cruell Boy And void of Bowels thou wouldst ne're believe That wound which from thy eyes I did receive This which thy hands have giv'n canst thou deny Those crystall showrs which issued from my eye Thou couldst not be perswaded were my blood What dost thou think now of this crimson flood Which my side weeps But if orewhelm'd with scorn That bravery be not wherewith thou wert born Deny me not though cruell soul yet brave Deny me not 't is all the boon I crave When I shall sigh into thee my last breath One sigh of thine O happy happy death If thou vouchsafe to sweeten it with these Kind words and pious Soul depart in peace Sil. Dorinda my Dorinda shall I say Alas when I must lose thee the same day Th' art mine now mine when death to thee I give That wert not mine when I could make thee live Yes mine I 'le call thee and thou mine shalt be In spight of my opposing destinie For if thy death our meeting souls disjoyn My death shall reunite us All that 's mine Haste to revenge her I have murder'd thee With these curs'd arrows with them murder me I have been cruell unto thee and I Desire from thee nothing but crueltie I scorn'd thee in my pride look with my knee Low louting to the earth I worship thee And pardon of thee but not life demand Take Shafts and Bow But do not strike my hand Or eye bad ministers 't is true yet still But ministers of an unguilty will Strike me this brest this monster hence remove Sworn enemy of Pity and of Love Strike me this heart to thee so cruell Loe My bared brest Dor. I strike it Silvio I strike that brest sure if thou didst not mock Thou wouldst not shew 't mee naked O white rock Already by the windes and briny main Of my rough sighs and tears oft strook
in vain But dost thou breath nor art to pity barr'd Art thou a tender brest or marble hard I would not idolize fair Alablaster Led by the humane likenesse as thy Master And mine when on the outside he did look A harmlesse woman for a beast mistook I strike thee strike thee Love Nor can I wish For my revenge a greater plague then this Yet must I blesse the day that I took fire My tears and martyrdome All I desire Is that thou praise my faith my zeale but no Revenging me But courteous Silvio That to thy servant kneel'st why this to me Or if Dorinda must thy Mistresse be Obey her then the first command I give Is that thou rise the second that thou live Heav'ns Will be done with me I shall survive In thee and cannot dye whilest thou' rt alive But if thou thinkst unjust I should be found Without all satisfaction for my wound Be that which did it punish'd 'T was that Bow Let that be broke I 'm well revenged so Lin. A very heavie doom Sil. Come then thou mad Thou bloody actor of a deed so sad That thou maist ne're break thred of life again Thus do I break thee and thy thred in twain And send thee a uselesse trunk back to the wood Nor you ill sanguin'd with an innocents blood Which my deer Mistresse side so rudely rent Brothers in ill shall scape your punishment Not shafts nor flights but sticks since yee shall want Those wings and heads which garnisht you Avant Plum'd and disarmed Arms. How well O Love Didst thou foretell me this from yonder grove In a prophetick Eccho O thou high Conqu'rour of Gods and men once enemy Now lord of all my thoughts if 't is thy glory To tame a heart that 's proud and refractory Divert Death's impious shaft which with one blow Slaying Dorinda will slay Silvio Now thine so cruell death if it remove Her hence will triumph or'e triumphant Love Lin. Now both are wounded but the one in vain Unlesse the other's wound be heal'd again About it then Dor. Ah Linco do not pray Carry me home disguis'd in this array Sil. Why should Dorinda go to any house But Silvio's surely she shall be my Spouse ' Ere it be night either alive or dead And Silvio in life or death will wed Dorinda Lin. Now she may become thy Wife Since Amarillis is to marriage life And vertue lost Blest pair Ye Gods that doe Wonders with one cure now give life to two Dor. O Silvio I shall faint my wounded thigh Feebly supporting me Sil. Good remedy For that take heart th' art mine and Linco's care And I and Linco thy two crutches are Linco thy hand Lin. There ' t is Sil. Hold fast a chair Let 's make for her of our two arms Rest here Dorinda suffring thy right hand t' imbrace The neck of Linco thy left mine Now place Thy body tenderly that the hurt part May not be strain'd Dor. O cruell pricking dart Sil. Sit at more ease my Love Dor. It is well now Sil. Deer Linco do not stagger Lin. Nor do thou Swag with thine arme but steddy go and wary It will concern thee Ah! we do not carry A Boars head now in triumph Sil. Say my Deer How is it now Dor. In pain but leaning here My Heart to be in pain is pleas'd to be To languish health to die eternity CHORUS FAir golden Age when milk was th' onely food And cradle of the infant-world the wood Rock'd by the windes and th' untoucht flocks did bear Their deer young for themselves None yet did fear The sword or poyson no black thoughts begun T' eclipse the light of the eternall Sun Nor wandring Pines unto a forreign shore Or War or Riches a worse mischief bore That pompous sound Idoll of vanity Made up of Title Pride and Flattery Which they call Honour whom Ambition blindes Was not as yet the Tyrant of our mindes But to buy reall goods with honest toil Amongst the woods and flocks to use no guile Was honour to those sober souls that knew No happinesse but what from vertue grew Then sports and carols amongst Brooks and Plains Kindled a lawfull flame in Nymphs and Swains Their hearts and Tongues concurr'd the kisse and joy Which were most sweet and yet which least did cloy Hymen bestow'd on them To one alone The lively Roses of delight were blown The theevish Lover found them shut on triall And fenc'd with prickles of a sharp denyall Were it in Cave or Wood or purling Spring Husband and Lover signifi'd one thing Base present age which dost with thy impure Delights the beauty of the soul obscure Teaching to nurse a Dropsie in the veins Bridling the look but giv'st desire the reins Thus like a net that spread and cover'd lies With leaves and tempting flowrs thou dost disguise With coy and holy arts a wanton heart Mak'st life a Stage-play vertue but a part Nor thinkst it any fault Love's sweets to steal So from the world thou canst the theft conceal But thou that art the King of Kings create In us true honour Vertue 's all the state Great souls should keep Vnto these cels return Which were thy Court but now thy absence mourn From their dead sleep with thy sharp goad awake Them who to follow their base wils forsake Thee and the glory of the ancient world Let 's hope our ills have truce till we are hurld From that Let 's hope the sun that 's set may rise And with new light salute our longing eyes Actus Quintus Scena Prima VRANIO CARINO Vr. ALl places are our Country where w' are well Which to the wise is wheresoe're they dwel Car. It is most true Vranio and no man By proof can say it better then I can Who leaving long ago my Fathers house Being very young and then ambitious Of something more then holding of the plough Or keeping sheep travell'd abroad and now To the same point where I began return When my gilt locks are to the silver worn Yet a sweet thing it needs must be confest To any that hath sense is his first nest For Nature gave to all men at their birth Something of secret love unto that Earth Where they were born which never old doth grow In us but follows wheresoe're we go The Loadstone which the wary Mariner Doth as Directer of his travels bear Now to the rising Sun now to his set Doth never lose that hidden vertue yet Which makes it to the North retort its look So he that hath his native soil forsook Though he may wander far much compasse take I and his nest in forraign Countries make Yet that same naturall love doth still retain Which makes him wish his native soil again O fair Arcadia the sweetest part Of all the world at least to me thou art Which my feet trod on but my thoughts adore Had I been landed blindfold on thy shore Yet then I should have known thee such a floud
Arcadia hunt But come Vranio gladly for all this A traveller with language cannot misse His way Or since th' art weary thou wert best To stay at the next Inne to take some rest Scena secunda TITIRO Messenger Tit. WHich first my Daughter shall I mourn in thee Thy losse of Life or of thy Chastitie I 'le mourn thy Chastitie for thou wert born Of mortall parents but not bad I 'le mourn Not thy life lost but mine preserv'd to see Thy losse of Life and of thy Chastitie Thou with thy Oracles mysterious cloud Wrongly conceiv'd Montano and thy proud Despiser both of love and of my Daughter Unto this miserable end hast brought her Ay me how much more certain at this time My Oracles have shew'd themselves then thine For honesty in a young heart doth prove But a weak sconce against assaulting love And 't is most true a woman that 's alone Hath a most dangerous companion Mess. Were he not under ground or flown through th' air I should have found him sure But soft he 's there I think where least I thought Th' art met by me Too late old Father but too soon for thee I 've news Tit. What bringst thou in thy mouth the knife That hath bereft my Daughter of her life Mess. Not that yet little lesse But how I pray Got'st thou this news so soon another way Tit. Doth she then live Mess. She lives and in her choice It is to Live or Die Tit. Blest be that voice Why is she then not safe if she may give Her no to death Mess. Because she will not live Tit. Will not what madnesse makes her life despise Mess. Another's death And if that thy advice Remove her not she is thereon so bent That all the world cannot her death prevent Tit. Why stand we talking here then Let us go Mess. Stay yet the Temple 's shut Dost thou not know That none but holy feet on holy earth May tread till from the vestry they bring forth The destin'd Sacrifice in all it 's trim Tit. But before that Mess. She 's watch't Tit. I' th' interim Relate then all that 's past and to me show The truth unveil'd Mess. Thy wretched Daughter Oh Sad spectacle being brought before the Priest Did not alone from the beholders wrest Salt tears but trust me made the marble melt And the hard flint the dint of pity felt Shee was accus'd convict and sentence past All in a trice Tit. Poor girl and why such haste Mess. Because the evidence was cleer as day Besides a certain Nymph who she did say Could witnesse she was guiltlesse was not there Nor could by any search be brought t' appear Then the dire Omens of some threatned ill And horrid visions which the Temple fill Brook no delay to us more frightfull farre By how much more unusuall they are Nor ever seen since the vext Pow'rs above Reveng'd the wrong of scorn'd Aminta's Love Who was their Priest whence all our woes had birth The Goddesse sweats cold drops of blood the Earth Is Palsey-shook the sacred Cavern howls With such unwonted sounds as tortur'd souls Send out of graves and belches up a smell From its fowl jawes scarce to be match'd in hell His sad Procession now the Priest began To lead t' a bloody death thy Daughter whan Mirtillo seeing her behold a strange Proof of Affection profferd to exchange His life for hers crying aloud Her hands Untie Ah how unworthy of such bands And in her stead who is design'd to be A Sacrifice to Dian offer me A sacrifice to Amarillis Tit. There Spake a true Lover and above base fear Mess. The wonder follows she that was afraid Before of dying on the sudden made Now valiant by Mirtillo's words reply'd Thus with a heart at death unterrifi'd But dost thou think Mirtillo then to give Life by thy death to her who in thee doth live It cannot must not be Come Priests away With me to th' Altar now without delay Ah! cry'd the Swain such love I did not lack Back cruell Amarillis O come back Now thou art more unkind then e're thou wert 'T is I should die Quoth she thou act'st my part And here between them grew so fierce a strife As if that life were death and death were life O noble souls O Pair eternally To be renown'd whether ye live or die O glorious Lovers if I had tongues more Then Heaven hath eyes or sands are on the shore Their voices would be drowned in the main Sea of your endlesse Praises Glorious Dame Daughter of Iove eternall as thy Father That Mortals deeds immortallizest gather Thou the fair story and in diamond pages With golden letters write to after ages The bravery of both Lovers Tit. But who wan The conquest in that strife of death Mess. The Man Strange warre which to the victor death did give And where the vanquish't was condemn'd to live For thus unto thy daughter spake the Priest Nymph let 's alone and set thy heart at rest Chang'd for another none can be again Who for another in exchange was ta'ne This is our Law Then a strict charge he gave Upon the Maid such carefull watch to have As that she might not lay a violent hand Upon her self through sorrow Thus did stand The state of matters when in search of thee Montano sent me Tit. 'T is most true I see Well-water'd Meads may be without sweet flowers In Spring without their verdant honour Bowers And without chirping birds a pleasant Grove ' Ere a fair maid and young without her Love But if we loiter here how shall we know The hour when to the Temple we should go Mess. Here better then elsewhere For here it is The honest Swain must be a sacrifice Tit. And why not in the Temple Mess. Because in The place 't was done our law doth punish sin Tit. Then why not in the cave The sin was there Mess. Because it must be in the open air Tit. By whom hast thou these mysteries been told Mess. By the chief Minister and hee by old Tirenio who the false Lucrina knew So sacrificed and Aminta true But now 't is time to go indeed for see The sacred pomp descends the hill yet wee May for thy daughter to the Temple go Before they come Devotion marches slow Scena tertia Chorus of Shepherds Chorus of Priests MONTANO MIRTILLO Cho. Sh. SOl's sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Ch. Pr. Thou whose life-giving and more temp'rate Ray Thy Brother's burning fury doth allay Whence bounteous Nature here produces after All her blest off-springs and Air Earth and Water Enriches and augments with Vegetals With Creatures sensitive with Rationals Ah pity thy Arcadia and that rage Thou dost in others in thy self asswage Ch. Sh. Sol's Sister Daughter of great Iupiter That shin'st a second Sun in the first Sphere To the blind world Mont. Now sacred Ministers the Altars dresse You
bounteous heav'n Cor. But see Ergasto's here How opportunely doth he now appear Erg. At such a time let every living thing Heav'n Earth Air Fire the whole world laugh and sing To hell it self let our full joyes extend And there the torments of the damn'd suspend Cor. What rapture 's this Er. Blest woods whose murmuring voyce When we lamented did lament rejoyce At our joyes too and wag as many tongues As you have leaves now dancing to the songs Of the pleas'd Birds and musick of the Air Which rings with our delight Sing of a pair Of noble Lovers the felicitie Unparalell'd Cor. He doth speak certainly Of Silvio and Dorinda Every thing I see would live How soon the shallow spring Of tears dryes up with us but the swoln river Of gladnesse tarries with the longer liver Of Amarillis who is dead there 's now No more discourse the onely care is how To laugh with them that laugh and t is well done Each man hath too much sorrow of his own Whither so glad Ergasto dost thou go Unto a Wedding happily Erg. I do Indeed Hast heard Corisca then the wonder O' th' two blest Lovers was 't not strange Cor. I underStood it of Linco now with joy of heart Which my great grief doth mitigate in part For the sad death of Amarillis Erg. How Whom dost thou speak of or speak I thinkst thou Cor. Why of Dorinda and of Silvio Erg. What Silvio what Dorinda Dost not know Then what hath past My joy its linage drawes From a more high stupendious noble Cause Of Amarillis and Mirtillo I Discourse the happiest Pair that this day frye Under the torrid Zone of Love Cor. Is not Then Amarillis dead Ergasto Erg. What Death She 's alive glad beauteous and a Wife Cor. Thou mock'st me Shepherd Er. No upon my life Cor. Was she not then condemn'd Er. She was 't is true But presently she was acquitted too Cor. Do I dream this or dost thou dreams relate Erg. Stay here a little thou shalt see her straight Come with her faithful and most fortunate Mirtillo from the temple where they 're now And interchanged have their Nuptiall vow Towards Montano's of the bitter root Of their long Loves to gather the sweet fruit O hadst thou seen mens joyes spring in their eyes If thou hadst heard the musick of their cryes The temple's still as full as it can hold Of numbers numberlesse Men women old Young Prelates Laymen are confounded there Together and distracted cannot bear Their joy With wonder every one doth run To see the happy couple every one Adores them every one embraces them Their pity one extols another's theme Their constant faith is or those graces giv'n To them by Nature or infus'd from Heav'n The laund the dale the mountain and the plain Resound the faithfull Shepherd's glorious name O happy happy Lover to become From a poor Swain almost a God so soon From death to life whilst I speak this to passe And change a winding-sheet which ready was For a remote despair'd-of Nuptiall Though it be much Corisca is not all But to enjoy her whom he seem'd t' injoy In dying for her her who would destroy Her selfe not to excuse but share his Fate His Mate in life and not in death his Mate This is such joy such ravishing joy is this As doth exceed all we can fancie Blisse And dost not thou rejoyce and apprehend A joy for Amarillis that 's thy Friend As great as that which I doe for my true Mirtillo Cor. Yes dost thou not see I doe Erg. O! if thou hadst present been Amarillis to have seen As the pledge of Faith when she Gave her hand to him and he As the pledge of Love did either Give or receive I know not whether A sweet inestimable kisse Surely thou hadst dy'd of blisse There was Scarlet there were Roses All the colours all the posies Art or Nature ere did mix Were excell'd by her pure cheeks Cover'd with a waving shield By her blushing Beauty held Stain'd with blood which did provoke From the striker a new stroke And shee coy and nice in show Seem'd to shun that shee might so With more pleasure meet the blow Leaving it in doubt if that Kisses were ravish'd or not With such admirable Art 'T was in part bestow'd in part Snatch'd from her And that disdain Which she did so sweetly fain Was a willing No an Act Mixt of Conquest and Compact Such a coming in her flying As shew'd yeelding in denying Such sweet anger at th' abuse In forcing her as forc'd him use That force again such art to crave The thing she would not yet would have As drew him the faster on To snatch that which would be gone O heav'nly kisse Corisca I Can no longer hold God bu'y I 'le marry too The Powr's above Give no true joy to men but Love Cor. If he Corisca have told truth this day Quite cures thy wits or takes them quite away Scena nona Chorus of Shepherds CORISCA AMARILLIS MIRTILLO Cho. HOly Hymen hear our pray'r And our Song The Earth hath not A more happy loving pair Both of them Divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. Ay me Ergasto told me true I see This is the fruits wretch of thy vanitie O thoughts O wishes as unjust as vain And fond Would I an innocent have slain To compasse my unbridled will So blind So cruell was I Who doth now unbind Mine eyes Ah wretch what do I see my sin With the mask off just as 't is here within Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot See thou Faithfull Shepherd where After many a briny tear After many a stormy blast Thou art landed now at last Is not this behold her shee Heav'n and Earth deny'd to thee And thy cruell Destinie And her Icie Chastitie And thy degree so far beneath And 〈◊〉 Contract and thy Death Yet Mirtillo loe shee 's thine That sweet face those eyes divine Brest and hands and all that thou See'st and hear'st and touchest now And so often hast in vain Sigh'd for now thou dost obtain As thy constant Love's reward Yet thy lips hath silence barr'd Mir. ' Cannot speak I do not know Whether I 'm alive or no. Or if these things reall be Which I seem to hear and see Sweetest Amarillis mine For my soul is lodg'd in thine I from thee would gladly know Tell me Love are these things so Cho. Holy Hymen hear our pray'r And our song The Earth hath not A more happy loving Pair Both of them divinely got Pull holy Hymen pull the destin'd knot Cor. But why do you you still about me stay Arts to deceive the world arts to betray The body's robes but the souls rags For one I 'm sure shee 's cousen'd by you and undone Pack hence and as from worms ye had your birth Return to