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Love's dominion a dramatique piece full of excellent moralitie, written as a pattern for the reformed stage.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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businesse I wonder where all The Nymphs are that none of them appears I must go seek 'um out SCENE VI PHILOSTRAT•S POLYDOR EUPHANES Love's Mysti Chorus of old young and middle age c. Pol. ANd what dispatch to the Provincial governours Touching Platonique Love Phile Tell 'um we 're men pure spirits and had no other end But only the propagating Ideas this communicating Of minds to minds might passe which now has So slippery a way to go It 's outre tendance most commonly falls fowl O' th' Body in its passage towards the Soul Yet in those colder climats have Phlegm enough To quench their amorous flames 't may be allow'd But no ways to those hotter Nations Whose sulphurous Spirits presently take fire At presence of their Mistresses Nor Is' t but with Much caution to be permitted to different Sexes Unlesse of age more different for distinction Is the Art of Wisdom and who imagins One measure for all Bodies may suffice And one rule for all minds are equally unwise Pol. The sacred Philostrates speaks divinest truth Phi. So 'mongst these Chymerical speculations Like the Alchymists great Elixar rarely Or never are reducible to Art And practice it may pass An other abuse They much complain of and deservedly Is the confounding Love with Liking and Calling of every trivial passion Love Each Peasant now who likes but a dairy Maid Crying out He is in Love profaning so The Divinity of Love by making him companion Of every vulgar breast Pol. As every School-boy too Once past the School and School-boys toys next toy He gets is a Mistress whom he straightways courts I' th' canting language of Enamourists Of darts and flames and dying and languishing Which he calls Love forsooth so many degrees Remov'd from 't t is scarce the coverture Love is infolded in a dutious heart Obsequious services and sincere respects Phi. True Polydor such affected triflings Are as far from Love as Valour is from Boast Or Wisdom from Levity But who can hinder The ignorant from being ignorant still So let us leave 'um and pass to our other Affairs Let the Chorus advance singing in praise of Love Whilst the Mysti explicate its sacred mysteries To inform and indoctrinate the tender minds Of Youths and Virgins in its Religious rites For Musick and Poetry Are the Language and the Accent of the Gods Speaking unto us in a diviner strain And moving our minds with far more Energie Than plain dull Rhetorique Religion Still entring easilier and penetrating more Profoundly those hearts th' ave softned before Chorus sings Enter Chorus and Euphanes PRais'd be the Deities above Old We Lov'd Mid. We Love Young And we shall Love Chorus Thus by succession we go Love to Love connecting so Whilst link of Age to Age we knit W' eternize and perpetuate it Mysti Now our doctrine to begin From Love's diviner origin Know two different Loves there are In hearts incessantly do warr Th' on a lustfull brutish one Tother Venus Urania's Son With his Celestial darts and fires In chast hearts kindling pure desires Distance 'twixt whom as much there is As 'twixt high Heaven and deep Abyss As by th' effects you 'll easily find Since th' one imbrutes and soils a mind Whilst th' others purity ne'r can Admit of blemish spot nor stain As unconsistent too as night And darknesse is with cleerest light For i' th' same place on the same day The Swine and Ermin never lay In a word then for to tell What virtuous Love is mark me well 't is a just temper of our Souls All vitious extreams controuls 't is the gust we have and sense Of every noble Excellence It is that whereby we know Whether our Souls have sense or know It is the main spring that our minds To fair and virtuous things inclines And 't's that and only that in fine Which makes men next unto Divine Eup. I better can tell you what it is 't is a mixture and compound of all We happy and unhappy call 't is a contradiction again A bitter sweetnesse and a pleasant pain In one word what Love is to tell Look in Bellinda's Eyes it is a Heaven Look in Euphanes Heart it is a Hell Exit Phil. So now march on before And as you have initiated so proceed And finish the solemnity of the day Exit Chorus singing Cho. PRais'd be the Deitys above Old We lov'd Middle We love You. And we shall love Cho. THus by succession we go Love to Love connecting so Whilst link of Age to Age we knit W' eternize and perpetuate it Phil. Now to the rest Of our affairs Is the Nymph summon'd to The Temple yet Pol. 'T is yet not time Phil. When 't is Be it your care to see it done and all The rites and ceremonies in prepare For the great solemnity This day peculiarly Love is thine Work miracles on 't and shew thy self divine Exeunt Finis Actus primi ACT. II. SCENE I. BELLINDA sola Bell. YE aged Oaks the semi-gods aboads And who your selves in antient times were gods Ye silent walks and solitary groves Places which melancholy passion loves You I make only Confident of My secret thoughts I love O dissipate My words some gentle wind in such minute And aiery particles none in soft Characters May ever read nor ever find imprest This most important secret of my brest But whe'r my lov'd Philander live or no Heaven knows I do not know By other Argument than that I live my self Have so dear sympathy with him infallibly Were he but dead I instantly should die Our Loves and Lives having but one third one knife And once but cut our Loves and cut our Life Mean time my daily musings which only ar But waking dreams and nightly Dreams which ar But sleeping Actions both testimony bears Love 's a solicitous thing and full of Fears But soft I 've blab'd too much I fear See Philena coming here SCENE II. PHILENA BELLINDA Phi. MY dear Bellinda and where have you bin so long Without Philena to call me your life and live •o long without me to call me your heart and make •e such a stranger to your breast tr•st me 't is most •nkindly most unnaturally don Bel. •weetest Philena until my heart was all •epleat with bitterness I call'd you my heart indeed •nd till I was a weary of my li•e •esteem'd you as my life but now all the joy •elight and Comfort lost Bellinda has •y heart and life being all comfited 〈◊〉 bitterness and woe 〈◊〉 is not fit I longer call you so Phi. • sad Complement this Bellinda and such •little shu'd have attended from so dear a friend Complements in friendship being like Sinister ba•s 〈◊〉 Haraldry but marks of Bastardice Why serve friends but when cares and woes molest •o lighten th' heavy burthen of our breast But to be confident w' ye I much suspect You are not so with me and that ther 's somewhat Of Artifice in 't you decline my