Accesses to their Triumphs who although They are not the main Prize are some what yet That doth confirm that there was worth and force To which the Main did justly yeeld Luc. Be 't then That I do love his Love I am not yet Bound to accept it in what shape soever It doth appear the Manner Time and Place May not be relish'd though the thing be lik'd Olyn For these he doth expect your Dictates with As much Religion as he would the Answers Of Sacred Oracles and with the same Vow of Performance Luc. You must tell him then He must go back and there do Honorably Succour his Country cheer the Souldier fight Spend and disburse the Prince where e'r he goes Get him a Name and Title upon Cyprus I will not see him 'till he hath Conquer'd till He hath rid high in Triumph and when this Is done let him consider then it is My Father my Subjects and my Kingdom That he hath Conquer'd Olyn I am an Agent only And therefore must be faithful Luc. But withall To shew that I reject him not you may Tell him that being he hath such a friend Whiles he is absent I will love Olyndus Instead of him Exit Lucasia Olyn But that my Friend is in me I should have deem'd it Sacrilege to have had A thought like that suggested My Charistus Were he not something carefull in his Love I will not call him Jealous were beyond The Lot of Man I must not tell him all Some may be hid yet how shall I unriddle The Mystery of this Answer But the knots That Love doth tye himself will only find The way to loose ACT. III. SCEN. II. To him Charistus And here Charistus comes Souls once possess'd as his are most impatient They meet what they should stay for Cha. Dear Olyndus Pardon that I expect not but make hast To intercept my Doom Others perhaps May wait the punctuall Minute and observe The just and even Period but Charistus Doth love too slow when time and Sun can bind him Unto a regular Motion Olyn Would you had Been there your self would you had drunk in all The Looks Words Graces and Divinities That I have done I 'm like the Priest that 's full Of his inspiring God and am possess'd With so much rapture that methinks I could Bear up my self without a Wing or Chariot And hoverc'r the Earth still dropping something That should take root in Kingdoms and come up The Good of people Cha. Let me ask thee then As we do those that do come fresh from Visions What saw'st thou there Olyn That which I see still that Which will not out I saw a Face that did Seem to participate of Flames and Flowers Eyes in which Light combin'd with Jet to make Whiteness be thought the Blot and Black hereafter Purchase the Name of Innocence and Lustre The whole was but one solid Light and had I Not seen our Goddess rising from the Flouds Pourtray'd less fair less Goddess I had thought The thing I saw and talk'd with must have been The Tutelar Deity of this our Island Cha. That I should let thee go that I should be So impious to my self as not to break Her great Commands and so become a Martyr By daring to be happy 'gainst her will But on Olyndus Olyn You may think this The Height the Acme and the All of her But when I tell you that She hath a Mind That hides all this and makes it not appear Disparaging as 't were what ever may Be seen without her then you 'l thus exclame Nature thou wert o'rseen to put so mean A Frontispeece to such a Building Cha. Give me O quickly give me the whole Miracle Or presently I am not Olyn Think Charistus Think out the rest as 't is I cannot speak it Cha. Alas what should I think Olyn Conceive a Fire Simple and thin to which that Light we see And see by is so far impure that 't is Only the stain and blemish of the World And if it could be plac'd with it in one And the same Tablet would but only serve As bound and shadow to it Then conceive A Substance that the Gods have set apart And when they would put generous Motions Into a Mortall Breast do take the Soul And couch it there so that what e'r we call Vertue in us is only but a Turning And Inclination toward her from whom This Pow'r was first deriv'd Cha. What present God Lent thee his Eyes and stood blind by whiles thou Did'st gaze and surfet on these Glories Olyn Others Do Love the shape the Gesture and the Man But She the Vertue Mark Charistus She Saies She could Court you ring'd about with Dangers Doat on you smear'd and stiff with hoftile Bloud Count and exact your wounds as a due sum You are to pay to Valour All which when I told her was in Love she said I did Present a spark when she desir'd a full And glorious Constellation to be short She saies you must go back do honourably Get you a Name upon the Cyprian Forces And bids when you have done all this consider It is her Father and his Subjects and His Kingdome that you conquer Cha. And her self That I shall lose by doing so If I Return and Crete be Conquer'd then She will Count me Spoyl and Luggage and my Love Only a Slave's Affection If I Conquer And Cyprus follow my Triumphant Chariot My Love wil then be Tyranny and She How can she light an Hymeneal Torch From her lov'd Countries Flame I am rejected Charistus is a Name of scorn Olyn VVhat Fates Dare throw that Name upon my Friend To shew That she rejects you not because there is That Trust rhat Faith and that Confusion of Charistus and Olyndus 'twixt us in the mean VVhiles he is absent tell him saith she that I 'll love Olyndus in his stead Cha. How Man Th' hast dealt dishonourably This the Light And this the Fire that makes that Light a stain Olyn This I foretold my selfe my good Charistus Let not your Anger carry you beyond The bent of Reason can I give account Of others Passions did I first conceive The words my self then speak'em Cha. O ye Gods Where is the Faith where the Olyndus now Th' hast been a Factor for thy self I 'd thought I 'd sent a Friend but he 's return'd a Merchant And will divide the Wealth Olyn Far be that Brand From your Olyndus far from your Lucasia She hath a Face hath so much Heaven in it And this Olyndus so much Worship of it That he must first put on another Shape And become Monster e'r he dare but look Upon her with a thought that 's Masculine Cha. Peace Treachery I am too cold my Anger Is dull and lazy yet I 'l search that Breast And dig out falshood from the secret'st Corner In all thy Heart here in the very place That thou hast wrong'd me Olyn There is nothing here That my Charistus
more Cha. Have I deserted •y Country now in danger where I had •ook Honour Captive and for ever fixt her •s an Intelligence unto my Sword •o move and guide it have I scorn'd my Fortunes •nd laid aside the Prince have I contemn'd •hat much priz'd thing call'd Life and wrestled with •oth Winds and Flouds through which I have arriv'd •ither at last and all this not to see her Olyn Doth she betray or undisguise you to the State Doth she forbid you Sir to love •ffection is not wanting where 't is wise the only doth forbid you that you see her Cha Only forbid me to be happy only •orbids me to enjoy my self What could •he more were I her Enemy Olyndus •ast thou at no time told her that there was •Cretan call'd thee Friend Olyn Why do you ask Cha. Perhaps Sh' hath found this way to send for thee Oly. Though I have thought it worth the boasting that •haristus is my friend yet by that Word •acred to Noble Souls I never had •o much access to tell her any thing Much less my Friendship Cha. Thou shalt go Olyndus Olyn When my eyes see her yours do when I talk T is you that talk we are true friends and one •ay that one interchang'd for I am you Cha. 'T is true thou art my friend so much my friend That my self am not more my self than thou art •f thou dost go I go But stay Didst not •hou say mine eyes were thine thou didst if that •e so then thou must love her too and then Olyndus thou must stay Olyn She loves you so As my Eumela doth inform me that No humane Image can deface the Print That you have drawn i' th' Tablet of her Soul Cha. If that she loves me so why then she must Love thee so too for thou and I are one Olyn Why then Sir if you go your self the issue Will be the same however so when she Loves you Shee 'l love me too Cha. We are both one In hearts and minds Olyndus but those Minds Are cloath'd with Bodies Bodies that do oft I know not what yet thou hast an Eumela A fair Eumela trust me Thou must go But use not any Language Gesture Looks That may be constru'd ought above Respect For thou art young and Beautifull and Valiant And all that Ladies long for Olyn When I prove So treacherous to my Friend my self my fair Eumela mark me with that hatefull brand That Ignominy hath not discover'd yet But doth reserve to fear the foulest Monster That shall appear in Nature Cha. I beleeve thee Yet something bids me still not let thee go But I 'l not hearken to it though my Soul Should tell me 't were not fit I 'd not beleeve My Soul could think so Olyn How resolve you then Cha. Do what thou wilt I do beleeve and yet I do I know not what O my Lucasia O my Olyndus divers waies I bend Divided 'twixt the Lover and the Friend Exeunt ACT. III. SCENE I. Olyndus to Lucasia in the Grove Olyn MMay't please your Highness Madam I have a friend so much my self that I Cann't say he 's absent now yet he hath sent me To be here present for him we enterchange Bosoms and Counsels Thoughts and Souls so much That he entreats you to conceive you spake To him in me All that you shall deposite Will be in safe and faithfull Ears the same Trust you expect from him shall keep your words And the same Night conceal 'em 't is Charistus The noble Cretan Luc. When you said your Friend The rest was needless I conceive him all That makes up Vertue all that we call Good Whom you Olyndus give your Soul to yet I 'd rather court his Valour than his Love Did he shine bright in Armour call for Dangers Eager to cut his way through stubborn Troops Ev'n this my softness arm'd as he could follow And prompt his Arm supply him with fresh Fury And dictate higher dangers Then when Dust And Bloud hath smear'd him a disguise more worthy Of Princes far than that he wears I could Embrace him fresh from Conquest and conceive him As fair as ever any yet appear'd To longing Virgins in their Amorous Dreams Olyn Fury could never from the Den of danger Awake that horror yet that bold Charistus Durst not attempt stand equall with and then Conquer and trample and contemn Luc. Revenge And Hate I do confess may sometimes carry The Soul beyond it self to do and suffer But the things then are Furious not Great And sign the Actor Headlong but not Vertuous Olyn He that can do this Madam and Love too Must needs be vertuous that holy Flame Clean and untainted as the fresh desires Of Infant Saints enters not Souls that are Of any foul Complexion He that Loves Even in that he Loves is good and as He is no less an Atheist that denies The Gods to be most happy than the Man That dares Affirm there are no Gods at all So he 's no less an Heretick that shall Deny Love to be Vertuous than he That dares Affirm there is no Love at all Luc. But he hath left his Country now when that Her Wealth her Name her Temples and her Altars Her Gods and Liberty stand yet upon Th' uncertain Dye when Danger cals his Arm And Glory should arrest his Spirit there And this to Court one whom he knows not whether She may think Vertue a meer Airy word And Honour but a blast invented to Make catching Spirits dare and do high things Olyn That you are Vertuous is a knowledge that All must confess they have but only those That have not Eyes For if that Souls frame Bodies And that the Excellence of the Architect Appear in the perfection of the Structure Whether you have a Soul enrich'd with vertues Must be a blind Man's doubt Nature dares not Thrust out so much deceit into the World 'T would make us not beleeve her works were meant For true firm Peeces but Delusions only Luc. Though I must not agree t' you to pass by What you have said If I were Vertuous You must confess him so far ignorant yet As not to know whether I 'd Love or no Oly. This Knowledge is of more Extent than th' other For being that to be lov'd is the Effect Of your own worths you must love all mens Loves As a Confession of your Graces that Your selves have drawn from them That which your Beauty Produceth is a Birth as dear unto you As are your Children Luc. Should there more than one Love us if this hold we must love them too And so that Sacred Tye that joyns the Soul To one and but to one were but a Fable A thing in Poetry not in the Creature Olyn One is your Trophy and he Lov'd as That The Rest but Witnesses thus Princes when They Conquer Princes though they only count Those Names of Glory and Renown their Victory Take yet their meaner Subjects in as fair
knows not 'Pray you open And search and judge and when you find all true Say you destroy'd a Friend Cha. It is your Art I see to wooe but I will make you speak Something that is not Flattery Olyn Olyndus Ne'r lov'd the Man as friend yet whom he did Feat as an Enemy ' I is one part of Valour That I durst now receive conceal and help you Here in the Bosome of that State which hath Cast out a spear into the Cretan Field And bid you War Cha. Thou hast already here Betray'd my Love thy falshood will proceed Unto my Person next I 'd thought I 'd been Clasp'd in Embraces but I find I am Entangled in a Net Olyn Y' are safe as in The Bosome of your Father take this Veyl Of Passion from your Eyes and you 'l behold The same Olyndus still Cha. The same Deceiver The same false perjur'd Man Draw or by Heaven That now should Thunder and revenge my wrongs Thou shalt dye sluggishly Olyn Recall your self And do but hear Cha. What words a Coward will Fawn on me with to keep an abject life Not worth the saving Olyn Witness all ye Gods That govern Friendship how unwillingly I do unty the Knot Cha. Draw quickly lest It may be known I am the Cretan Prince And so my juster Fury be not suffer'd To scourge a timorous and perfidious Man Oly. Though thou stand'st here an Enemy and we have The Pledge of all the Cretan State yet know Though all our Island 's People did look on And thou proclaim'st thy self to be the Man They should not dare to know the Prince untill I 'd done this Sacrifice to Honour Cha. So They fight and wound each other dangerously and then retire Charistus to Lucasia's Myrtle and Olyndus to the next adjoyning and leaning there speak Olyn I have not long to stay mongst Mortals now And then you may search all those Corners that You talk'd of in my Heart But if you find Ought that is falshood towards you or more Than reverence to Lucasia may I want The Honour of a Grave Hear O ye Gods Ye Gods whom but a while and I am with Lucasia is as spotless as the Seat That you prepare for Virgin Lovers Cha. I Have wrong'd thee my Olyndus wrong'd thee much But do not chide me there 's not life enough Left in me to make use of Admonition Olyn If you survive love your Lucasia 't will Make your Olyndus happy for the good Of the surviving Friend some holy men Say doth pertain unto the Friend Departed Cha. Vertuous Lucasia and hadst thou Olyndus Not been so too my Gods had fought for me But I must dye Olyndus Charistus faints Olyn Heaven forbid That my Charistus perish I have only Strength left to wish If I can creep yet to thee I 'l help thee all I can Olynd sinks Cha. And I will meet thee They creep one to the other and so embrace Let us embrace each other yet The Fates Preserve our Friendship and would have us equall Equall ev'n in our Angers we shall go Down equall to the Shades both two waies equall As Dead as Friends And when Lucasia shall Come down unto us which the Heavens forbid Should be as yet I 'l not be Jealous there ACT. III. SCEN. III. To them as they lye groveling and embracing thus Machessa and Philaenis Phi. O Me Good Heavens had you the Balsam Lady Now that you told me of 't would do somegood Mach. This is Olyndus that the honour'd Stranger Brave Spirits are a Balsam to themselves There is a Nobleness of Mind that heals Wounds beyond Salves look not but help Philaenis Gather the Weapons and the rest up quickly Where two are wrong'd I ought to succour both Machessa carries 'em out ACT. III. SCEN. IV. Lucasia Florina Malthora Eumela Lu. MAdam ne'r fear your Dream for that is only The reliques of your day-time thoughts that are Preserv'd by'our Soul to make a Scene i' th' Night Eum. Have you not dream'd the like before Mal. Yes thrice Eum. Why then Paestanus now hath perish'd thrice Or else y' have sometimes dream'd in vain Flor. Eumela I told her this and that her troubled Sleep Were one Love still waking Luc. Wee 'l divert This anxious fear Reach me the Lute Eumela Have you not heard how Venus did complain For her belov'd Adonis The young Poet That was desit'd to give a Language to Th' afflicted Goddess thought her words were these Cal. The Ode VVAke my Adonis do not dye One Life's enough for thee and I. Where are thy words thy wiles Thy Loves thy Frowns thy smiles Alas in vain I call One death hath snatch'd 'em all Yet Death's not deadly in that Face Death in those Looks it self hath Grace 'T was this 't was this I feard When thy pale Ghost appear'd This I presag'd when thund'ring Jove Tore the best Myrtle in my Grove When my sick Rose-buds lost theïr smell And from my Temples untouch'd fell And 't was for some such thing My Dove did hang her Wing Whither art thou my Deity gone Venus in Venus there is none In vain a Goddess now am I Only to Grieve and not to dye But I will love my Grief Make Tears my Tears relief And Sorrow shall to me A new Adonis be And this no Fates can rob me of whiles I A Goddess am to Grieve and not to Dye Flor. Madam they say 't was in this very Grove The Goddess thus complain'd ACT. III. SCEN. V. To them Philaenis with a couple of Napkins Eum. HOw now Philaenis Are you turn'd Sewer to the Lady-Errant Phi. Lady I 'm sent to wipe away the Bloud From these two Myrtles Eum. Bless me what Bloud Philaenis Luc. I hope the Song will not prove ominous Phi. 'T is fit we have some Wars at home too else My Lady would have no employment left Luc. What Wars whose Bloud Phi. A pair of froward Lovers Olyndus and the Stranger fought it seems Here till they almost kill'd themselves and when Neither did fear but both did faint it seems Olyndus lean'd there and the Stranger there And with their Blouds besmear'd the Trees a little We did not think your Highness should have seen it They rise amaz'd the Princess repairs to the Tree where Charistus bled and Eumela to the Tree where ber Olyndus bled Luc. Is this Olyndus way of mingling Souls Eum. Is this the Others Enterchange of Breasts Luc. O Heavens durst your Olyndus thus Eum. O Heav'ns And O ye Gods too durst that other this Luc. Did he then stay behind for this Eumela Eum. And did he leave his Country to destroy One worth it all here in our very Bosoms Luc. H' has ruin'd one whose like if Nature will Shew to the World again she must lay up And gather till she hath store enough of Graces To throw into the World Eum. Olyndus stood As high and brave as he his Enemy had But this advantage of him that he was A Cretan