A PASTORALL CALLED THE ARCADIA Acted by her Majesties Servants at the Phaenix in Drury Lane Written by Iames Shirly GENT. LONDON Printed by I. D. for Iohn Williams and F. Eglesfeild and are to be sould at the signe of the Crane in Pauls Church-yard 1640 The Persons of the Comedy BAsilius King of Arcadia Musidorus a Prince disguisd as a shepheard lover of Pamela Pyrocles a Prince disguisd as an Amazon lover of Philoclea Evarchus father to Pyrocles 3. Arcadian Lords Calander Philonax Simpathus Caladolous servant to Musidorus Dametas a Rustick shepbeard and Guardian to Pamela and Philoclea Cupid Masquers Thumbe a miller Captaine of the Rebells Rebells A Messenger Gynecia the Queene Daughters to Basilius and Gynecia Pamela Philoclea Miso wife to Dametas Mopsa daughter to Dametas and Miso The Scene Arcadia A PASTORALL CALLED THE ARCADIA Actus Primus Enter Basilius Philonax and Calander Philon. SIr yet be gracious and heare them pray That beg not for their owne but for your safety And honor of your state which eclipse In your long darke and melancholly life We want you at the helme Our duties bind us tell you t is unnaturall To bury your selfe alive the people call For their owne King to governe the 'ile forget To pray for you if you continue thus A stranger to em Cal. Or if not for them Which every good king makes his care as being A steward to provide them all earthly blessings Yet for the other part of you our Mistris That sleepes within your boosome and not made For such a conversation returne And warme your thoughts agen about which all Your servants like so many pictures gaze At one another but want motion and take up Roome i th Chambers of your Court like Arras Philon Have a compassion to our daughters sir Kill not your hopes in their restraint Cal. What cage Can please the birds Created for skie freedome Philon. How can you see your eldest child Pamela Spend her best part of time with such a rude And ignorant hinde as the unbred Dametas A Lady of a high and active soule Bas. No more Philon. Our duties bids us tell you this Bas. Hast thou forgotten Philonax or made a better glosse upon the Oracle Should we remaine in Court and let our daughters Be in the sight of the admiring world Reade that paper and be not partiall Philonax Philonax reads Thy eldest Care shall from thy carefull face By princely meane be stolne and yet not lost The younger shall with natures blisse embrace An uncoch love which nature hateth most Both these themselves unto two such shall wed That at a Beere as at a barre shall plead Why I le thee a living man they have made dead In thine owne seate a forraigne state shall sit And ere that all these blowes thy head shall sit Thou with thy wife adultery shall commit Bas. Canst blame me now I should reioyce to see My daughters happy mothers but since their Fate must be ripened with my blood their pride Rooted in my grave and that untimely t is Wisdome to keepe 'em vrigins I me resolu'd Enter Gynaecia Philoclea and Pyrocles Cal. Your queene and Ladies Bas. Vanish all discontent Madam this place Is emptie of all royall entertainement Your worth may Challenge but since fate allowes not A Courtly life which best may answer your High birth spirit let your vertue guide you To accept of what we tender Pyr. This my Lord Exceeds all merrit heere it was the blisse I aimd at to be acquainted with your goodnesse I am your humble servant Bas. Such a title Would rather become me call me so Lady And stile me above Kings while I write yours Philon. If your grace Could call him from this life you 'd melt the hearts Of your subjects into prayers for you Gyne. I thanke your care but hee s mexorable Cal. Alas deere princesse can you brooke these grove Has not a pallace something more of pleasure Phi. This shall be so to mee while t is my fathers Cal. I ha not seene a goodlier person how Came she admitted she is gracious with the king Phi. She has a charme to win from all the world Philon. I have read the Amazons discrib'd so Pyr. Good my Lord Bas. These lippes had he that robd the dragon of The golden Apples but once seene he would Ha wish'd to ha gatherd fruit heere and esteemd The gaine of one sweet kisse reward sufficient For all his twelve hard labors Pyr. Sir your grace Is pleasantly dispos'd to make my person The subject of your mirth Bas And had those Creatures Booke blinded men that dreame of other worlds Tell of Elizian blessings know the joyes Are in your love they would have lost themselves As I have done in speculation Pyr. You make me blush to heare you Bas. There 's no action Dares so affright your blood to talke why Lady There be those men and women great and good Have found no shame in telling of their loves Nay in the acting Pyr. Give me leave to tell you You are not modest if I understand you A King give breath to such foule thoughts Your every action should be a starr To guide your subjects if you loose your piety What wickednesse have they not hence for If the devotion of your service be To such a friend as Lust as what name else Can it deserve let those whose hearts are lost In sinne be tempted to dishonor I Abhor the thought pardon me royall sir I hope these are but trialls if I thought There had been such a levity in men Thus to provoke you Bas. Smooth thy brow agen Or I shall neede no other punishment There 's death too much in that Philocles Pyr. That name sounds all my comfort and I must Dispaire to tell her so I was to blame To be so peremptorie would I were agen To shape my answer Bas. Noble Lady Pyr. Sir Bas. That smile has put me out oh looke thus ever I was studying a new complement to begg Thy excuse Pyr. If you brought no offence there needes none sir I must suppose your love love is noble chaste Bas. You will finde that hereafter oh Zelmane Would thou couldst tell the meaning of my sighes Pyr. You can expresse them Bas. Not I Pyr. Choose another to speake them for you And yet I want an or at or to tell you What I would say how ere I seeme Bas. Dost blesse me Pyr. There 's something wants a tongue but for your passions I should not thinke they would carry so much discord To any virgin care delivered by a woman There is a Way to meete a gentle audience At least not harsh disdaine did your faire daughter Philoclea the volume of all sweetnes Pleade halfe your suit altho it borderd on Something not altogether just her tongue Might perchance guide it but I am confident Your ends are noble Bas. There 's a lightening yet Of comfort happiest Lady I will study How to be worthy of this grace
I live by that You would not chide my care Phi. You make me tremble Pyr. If you cannot forgive me punish pray This rudenes with my death I prostrate to Your feete my sword and call you to my brest To meete your anger at this distance beg I may behould you but when you shall finde In the dissection of my heart whose name Hath fill'd it and with what religion there My thoughts adore your memory too late It may invite your teares can faire Philoclea Thinke I have a soule that dare be wicked to her Such lookes would charme a ravisher and throw Ice through a Satires blood but a man chaste Already it drawes up to the simplicitie And nature of an Angell oh Philoclea I am so farre from being ill my selfe In such a sensuall way that although time And this faire opportunity might tempt And excuse wanton heate I should repent Forget to love your selfe if you but with One thought so treacherous to your virgin honor Should give consent to enioy you it hath snow Vpon my blood Philoclea whose flowings Are Chast as Christall dare you trust me yet To kisse your hand my lips shall gently touch it Nor will I leave a breath to staine the whitenesse Pray be not fearefull Phi. Sin did never yet Prophane that voyce Pyr. When it sounds lustfully Your hate a punishment next the wrath of heaven Strike my heart dead be pleas'd to rest a little And if you dare vouch safe me to sit so neere you I have much to tell you Phi. I know not what to say where is my father I had a mother too this Chamber they Vs'd to call their 's Pyr. They are safe Philoclea Let not your cheeke looke pale their absence wrought For such a minute doth encourage me To tell you now or never you must shew There dwells a pittie in you oh looke smooth On him whose life and fortunes you may now Advance or ruine ever if you can Remember who I am and what your vertue Hath made me suster thinke me worthy of A life let it begin from your consent To love poore Pyrocles 't is in your power To be no more a prisoner to this rude And solitarie dwelling such a brightnes Is lost in caves extend your arme and reach A throane where seated with becomming greatnes You may disperse with moving of your eye An influence beyond the starrs and quicken A world that waites to be your creature Phi. Pyrocles For so you call your selfe and such I dare Beleeve you are for falsehood cannot dwell A neighbor to that tongue although I might Demand with reason and my dutie first What does concerne my parents such a truth Shines in your language and such Innocence In what you call affection I must Declare you have not plac'd one good thought heere Which is not answerd with my heart the fire Which sparkled in your bosome long since leap'd Into my brest and there burnes modestly It would have spread into a greater flame But still I curb'd it with my teares oh Pyrocles I would thou wert Zelmane agen and yet I must confesse I lov'd thee then I know not With what propheticke soule but I did wish Often thou were no man or I no woman Pyr. Thou wert the comfort of my sleepes Phi. And you The object of my watches when the night Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber Yet when the weight of my owne thoughts grew heavie For my teare dropping eyes and drew these Curtaines My dreames wert still of thee forgive my blushes And the imagination thou wert then My harmelesse bed fellow Pyr. I arive too soone At my desires gently oh gently drop These joyes into me least at once let fall I sinke beneath the tempest of my blessings And you swell my heart too fast Phi. If you be Pyrocles You will rest satisfied with this confession You onely shall obtaine my love Pyr. Although my soule acknowledge this a blessing Such as no service can reward enough There remaines something something which your honor May easily consent to in this absence Of both your parents whom with severall promises Of my returne I have already sent To 'th Cave where they in vaine this night expect me We must forsake this place I have provided For our conueiance to my fathers kingdome If after all these arguments of love You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thether Phi, I dare give thee my life but pardon me This is not safe thus seeking to assure You may vntimely happen loose Philoclea My dutie binds me not to rob my parents Such a departure may undoe their comforte As y' are a prince perswade me not commit So unnaturall a trespasse wee l expect And satisfie our young desires till time Mature our joy I could content my selfe To looke on Pyrocles and thinke it happines Enough or if my soule affect variety Of pleasure every accent of thy voyce Shall Court me with new rapture and if these Delights be narrow for us there is left A modest kisse whose every touch conveies Our melting soules into each others lipes Why should not you be pleas'd to looke on me To heare and sometimes kisse Philoclea Indeed you make me blush Pyr. What an Ecclips Hath that vaile made it was not night till now Looke if the starres have not withdrawne themselves As they had waited on her richer brightnes And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed What world of beauty is behinde that cloud But keepe it still conceal'd and let the creatures When they shall misse day for the same without Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper Feare to be lost in darkenes and expect No light to follow but from those wide flames Which heaven hath threaten'd to destroy the world When thou hast frighted us renew againe Our state and cure againe the fainting vniverse One looke restores all ha Philoclea Phi. There 's something that sits heavy on my forehead I know you cannot but be noble pray A little sleepe if I exceede three minutes Prithee wake me Pyr. Ha I doe not like Her sences should be snatchd away so strangely 'T is an ill omen I should trespasse much Gainst manners to disturbe her beside she Did make it her request whose will is sacred Then gently may she sleepe and yet if she Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes Are blasted if I loose this opportunitie Of flight no hope hereafter can releeve us We are both undone she sleepes still I was not Quicke enough to perswade her resolution So necessarie yet looke up Philoclea No then enjoy thy dreame and let us try The kindnes of our fate pitty a harsh Sound should disturbe thy soft repose I would But dare not steale a kisse for feare to wake her And yet my loude voyce may be more offensive Our soules are knit I see into one love Then 't is but reason they should exercise Both the same act why doe not I sleepe too The mist
some offences you are banish'd Your houses and estates 2. For nothing but being drunke 3. And offring to kill the King 4. He will not live amongst us as a good King ought Mus. Alas good men I doe presume you would not have kill'd the King in any malice to him 3. I love the King with all my heart and a pox take him that does not would he would but pardon us 1. There 's no hope now we have submitted our selves too often Mus. Yet let him heare well of you and tho Necessitie compell you to be theeves Be honest theeves and ravish no body And this report ariving at his eares It inclines him to have pittie on you And call you to his favour Cap. Vnhand the Gentlewoman he that offers her But a wry looke had better eate my sword 3. Or my scabbard tho it have been pist in 2. Faith Captaine he hath given us good councell let us deale Honestly if we take away but all they have they will Have more cause to speake well of us Cap. Vnbinde the malefactor 3. Shall I give him his sword Cap. His sword thou ignorant theefe no so he may chance to aske us againe for his Iewels take thy Penelope sweete tong'd Vlisses and on the next back smother her in kisses farwell Mus. Oh my Pamela 3. Captaine captaine come backe he calls her Pamela that should be the Kings daughter Cap. How vmh now I looke better on her I have seene that face in a maske before now Mus. We are lost agen Pam. I am the same Pamela 2. What ha we done here are all your Iewells not a stone deminish'd 3. If there be let me be gelded Pam. I easily forgive all and will be So far from a complaint that I le pleade for Your pardons to my father and he sha' not Be able to denie me Omnes A pardon a pardon if it please your highnes wee l goe backe with you Pam. Not with me Cap. As we are true men and theeves Madam Pam. We are undone agen Mus. At our returne I le ioyne with her 3. Returne why whether are you going so farre from the lodge this is the way to the sea Cap. Vmh I guest treason are not you an 't shall please your Ladyship running away with this Gentleman 2. He said she was his wife 3. I doe not like him Cap. Lay hands on him agen well thought upon you shall Iustifie your selves before the King Mus. Dare you goe to the King without a pardon 2. 'T is the only way to procure one Mus. Rather goe with us and as I am 3. What are you Mus. I am I know not Cap. Wee l teach you to know your selfe away with 'em we are all made Mus. Villaines and Rebells Exeunt Enter Basilius and Gynecia Bas. Zelmane has abus'd me Gy. Chide not her 'T was mine owne plot to trie your constancie Death cease upon Zelmane for his comming But I will be reveng'd when did I fall From my high birth in what lascivious action Lost I my fame that this Basilius should wrong his owne Gynecia Bas. I am asham'd I prithee chide no more She gave me sure some philter to betray My bloud to this dishonor Gy. Tho your lust Mist the enjoying him for whom your heart Grew wanton yet the sin cannot be purg'd They are adulterate sheetes and those embraces Which lock'd mine armes thy guilt not one warme kisse But was intended for Zelmanes lips Oh my fate Bas. Prithee forgive Gy. The silence which I vs'd I wish'd might save my modesty a language To accuse you now indeede you have done ill Touse me thus Bas. My love to thee hereafter Shall redeeme all wound me no more I prithee Gy. If vice have so possest you that my bed Is now growne hatefull make me not the scorne Of all your kingdome send me home agen To Argos to weare out my life in weeping My Lord has quite forsaken me Bas. Not for The crownes of Greece and all the world deere deerest Gynecia pardon thou hast sau'd mine honor Destroy me not agen on what a rocke Had not thy goodnes rescued me had I Been ever ship wrack'd take me to thy love A sad man for my fault never oh never Shall such unworthy thoughts corrupt my heart To leave a chaste wife Gy. I doe freely pardon this error Bas. Then I am straite agen Gy. But Zelmane shall accompt Deerely for this unlesse he satisfie My furious bloud new welcome to my bosome Bas. A cup of wine would crowne our reconcilement As I remember in the cave I saw A golden bottle Exit Gy. Your Majestie may taste on 't but I meant it A draught for false Zelmane it being virtuall To increase affection to me a guift My mothers love bestow'd when I was married To Basilius if ever he grew cold Enter Basilus To quicken his desires I never yet Made tryall Bas. It is the gods Nepenthe or a drinke more precious I prithee giu 't a name and if my kingdome Afford th' ingredients let me tast it often Ha Gynecia where am I Gy. Here my Lord Bas. I thinke I am deceiv'd my tongue o th sudden drawes backeward and my limbes grow very feeble Ha oh-farwell Falls Gy. My Lord my Lord Basilius oh hee 's deade If he be poyson'd I have made faire worke Deere husband then for ever mourne Gynecia The gods have punish'd thy lascivious heate With hastie justice hath my care so long Almost religiously preserv'd this drinke To kill thus in a minute oh my soule Doth feele a scorpion and my lust appeares Enter Dametas and a Shepheard Circled with thousand furies Shep. Treason treason Dam. Doe set out your throate here and let me alone to rore treason in the eares of my Lord Philonax I should ha' beene the towne cryer Shep. Make hast Dam. Oh yes treason Gy. When you have spent your voyces let your eyes Speake a more killing language Dam. Ha the Queene Madam Pamela is gon Gy. No matter for Pamela looke here shepheards Here lies the King Dam. No matter for Pamela I am glad of that Is his majestie a sleepe Gy. Never to awake hee 's deade poyson'd by this violl Dam. Oh base violl why here is more treason then we look'd for this is admirable did he dye against his will or was he kill'd a naturall death let vs sit upon him Gy. For beare I can direct you to the murderer Looke heere you shepheards it was I that kill'd him Dam. You your Majestie is very merry Gy. Will you not trust me Dam. Yes for more then I am worth but if you kill'd him your selfe your majesty must pardon me for that I have nothing to say to you but treason treason Exit Gy. Yet flie Gynecia and save thy life Betray not thine owne life why doe I talke Of safety can there be in all the World A consort when my honor and Basilius Have both forsaken me Enter Philonax and Dametas with a guard Philon. Pamela