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A19479 Loves riddle A pastorall comædie; written, at the time of his being Kings scholler in Westminster Schoole, by A. Cowley. Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667. 1638 (1638) STC 5904; ESTC S108967 44,845 90

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most its Master May'st thou for I can wish no greater ill Love one like me and be like me contemn'd Thou 'ast all the darts my tongue can fling at thee But I will be reveng'd some other way Before I dye which cannot now be long Alu. Poore Shepheard I begin to pitty him I 'le see if J can comfort him Palaemon Pal. Nay doe not follow me griefe passion And troubled thoughts are my companions Those I had rather entertaine then thee If you choose this way let me goe the other And in both parts distracted error thee May revenge quickly meet may death meet me Exit Alu. Well I say Pan defend me from a lover Of all tame mad-men certainly they 're the worst I would not meet with two such creatures more For any good they without doubt would put me If it be possible into a fit of sadnesse Though it Be but a folly c. Well I must find some plot yet to salve this Because I have engaged my wit in the businesse And 't would be a great scandall to the Citie If I who have spent my meanes there should not be Able to cheate these shepheards How now how now Have we more distressed lovers here Enter Aphron Aph. No I 'me a madde man Al. I gave a shrewd ghesse at it at first sight I thought thee little better Aph. Better why Can there be any better then a mad-man I tell thee I came here to be a mad-man Nay doe not disswade me from 't I would bee A very Madman Al. A good resolution 'T is as gentile a course as you can take I have knowne great ones have not beene asham'd of 't But what cause pray drove you into this humour Aph. Why a Mistris And such a beauteous one do'st thou see no body She sits upon a throne amongst the starres And outshines them looke up and bee amazed Such was her beauty here sure there doe lye A thousand vapours in thy sleepy eyes Do'st thou not see her yet not yet nor yet Alu. No in good troth Aph. Thou' rt dull and ignorant Not skill'd at all in deepe Astrology Let me instruct thee Alu. Prithee doe for thou Art in an admirable case to teach now Ap. I 'le shew thee first all the coelestiall signes And to begin looke on that horned head Al. Whose is 't Iupiters Ap. No 't is the Ramme Next that the spacious Bull fils up the place Al. The Bull 't is well the fellowes of the Guard Intend not to come thither if they did The Gods might chance to lose their beefe Ap. And then Yonder 's the signe of Gemini do'st see it Alu. Yes yes I see one of the zealous sisters Mingled in friendship with a holy Brother To beget Reformations Ap. And there sits Capricorne Al. A Welchman is 't not Ap. There Cancer creepes along with gouty pace As if his feet were sleepy there Doe you marke it Al. I I Alderman-like a walking after dinner His paunch orechargd with capon and with white broth Ap. But now now now now gaze eternally Hadst thou as many eyes as the blacke night They would be all too little seest thou Virgo Al. No by my troth there are so few on earth I should be loth to sweare there 's more in heaven Then onely one Ap. That was my Mistris once but is of late Translated to the height of deserv'd glory And addes new ornaments to the wondring heavens Why doe I stay behind then a meere nothing Without her presence to give life and being If there be any hill whose lofty top Nature hath made contiguous with heaven Though it be steepe rugged as Neptunes brow Though arm'd with cold with hunger and diseases And all the other souldiers of misery Yet I would climbe it up that I might come Next place to thee and there be made a starre Al. I prithee doe for amongst all the beasts That helpe to make up the coelestiall signes There 's a Calfe wanting yet Ap. But stay Al. Nay I have learn'd enough Astrology Ap. Hunger and faintnesse have already seaz'd me 'T is a long journey thither I shall want Provision canst thou helpe me gentle shepheard And when I am come thither I will snatch The Crowne of Ariadne and fling 't downe To thee for a reward Al. No doubt you will But you shall need no victuals when you have ended Your toylesome journey kill the Ram you talke of And feed your selfe with most celestiall mutton Ap. Thou' rt in the right if they deny me that I 'le pluck the Beare downe from the Artique Pole And drowne it in those waters it avoids And dares not touch I 'le tugge the Hyades And make them to sinke downe in spight of Nature I 'le meet with Charles his Wayne and overturne it And breake the wheeles of 't till Böotes start For feare and grow more slow then e're he was Al. By this good light he 'le snuffe the Moone anon Here 's words indeed would fright a Conjurer 'T is pitty that these huge Giganticke speeches Are not upon the stage they would doe rarely For none would understand them I could wish Some Poet here now with his table-booke Ap. I 'le cuffe with Pollux and out-ride thee Castor When the fierce Lyon roares I 'le plucke his heart out And be call'd Cordelion I 'le grapple with the Scorpion Take his sting out and fling him to the earth Al. To me good Sir It may perhaps rayse me a great estate With shewing it up and downe for pence apiece Ap. Alcides freed the earth from savadge monsters And I will free the heavens and bee call'd Don Hercules Alcido de secundo Al. A brave Castilian name Ap. 'T is a hard taske But if that fellow did so much by strength I may well do 't arm'd both with love and fury Alup. Of which thou hast enough Aph, Farewell thou ratte The Cedar bids the shrub adiew Al. Farewell Don Hercules Alcido de secundo If thou scar'st any 't will be by that name This is a wonderfull rare fellow and I like his humor mightily who 's here Enter Truga The Chronicle of a hundred yeares agoe How many crowes hath she outliv'd sure death Hath quite forgot her by this Memento mori I must invent some trick to helpe Palaemon Tru. I am going againe to Callidorus But I have got a better present now My owne ring made of good Ebony Which a yong handsome shepheard bestow'd on me Some fourescore years agoe then they all lov'd me I was a handsome Lasse J wosse in those dayes Al. I so thou wert I 'le warrant here 's good signe of 't Now I le begin the worke Reverend Truga Whose very Autumne shewes how glorious The spring-time of your youth was Tru. Are you come To put your mocks upon me Al. I doe confesse indeed my former speeches Have beene too rude and saucy I have flung Madde jests too wildly at you but considering The reverence which is due to age and