thou plac't shalt bee And Empresses shall envy thee When they behold upon our throne Iocasta with her Dorilas All. Ha ha ha Io. Am I deceiv'd and cheated guld and foold Mop. Alas sir you were borne to be a Queene Io. My lands my livings and my orchard gone Dor. Your grace hath said it and it must be so Bro. You have enough beside in Fairy land Thes. What would your Grace command your maid of honour Dor. Well I restore your lands only the orchar'd I will reserve for fear Queen Mab should long Mop. Part I 'le restore unto my liberall sister In leiw of my great Knighthood Thes. Part give I. Io. I am beholding to your liberality Bro. I 'le some thing give as well as doe the rest Take my fooles coat for you deserve it best Io. I shall grow wiser Dor. Oberon will be glad on 't Thes. I must goe call Vrania that she may Come vow Virginity Exit SCEN. 7. Pilumnus Amyntas c. Amyn. Ceres I doe thank thee That I am author of this publique joy But is it justice Goddesse I alone Should have no share in 't Every one I see Is happy but my selfe that made 'em so And my Vrania that should most be so I thirst amidst the Bowles when others sit Quaffing off Nectar I but hold the cup And stand a sadder Tantalus of love Starving in all this plenty Cere's Demand Feeds mee with gall stretching my doubtfull thoughts On many thousand racks I would my Dowry Was all the gold of Tagas or the ore Of bright Pactolus channell But Vrania T is hid alas I know not what it is SCEN. 8. Vrania Thestylis My Thestylis since first the Sea-gods Trident Did rule the small three pointed peece of earth Of this our conquering soile it has not been A place of so much story as to day So full of wonders O 't will serve my Thestylis For our discourse when we goe fol'd our Ewes Those Sheapheards that another day shall keep Their Kiddes upon these mountaines shall for ever Relate the miracle to their wondring Nymphs Of my Vrania it will fill their eares With admiration Thes. Sir Vrania's here Amyn. How in this habit This me thinks befits not A Lover my Vrania Vra. Yes Amyntas This habit well befits a Virgins life For since my Dowry never can be paid Thus for thy sake I 'le live and dye a maid Amyn. O is it just so faire a one as you Should vow Virginity must the sacred womb Of my Vrania fit to have brought forth A fruitfull race of Gods be ever barren Never expect Lucina shall this beauty Live but one age how curs'd is our posterity That shall have no Vrania's can one Tombe Contain all goodnesse Ceres rather blast The corne thou gav'st us let the earth grow barren These trees and flowers wither eternally Let our Plowes toyle in vaine and let there be No more a harvest Every losse is small Yea though the Phaenix selfe should burne to ashes And nere revive again But let there be Some more Vrania's Pilum T is necessity We must obey Amyn. But yet Vrania I hope we may sometimes come pray together 'T is not prophane and mid'st our sacred Orisons Change a chast kisse or two or shall I too Turne Virgin with thee But I foole my selfe The Gods intend to crosse us and in vaine We strive Vrania to crosse them again Vrania kneeling before the Ompha Vran. Great Ceres for thy daughter Proserpines sake Ravisht by Pluto from Sicilian plaines To raigne with him Queen of Elysian shades Accept the sacrifice of a Virgin for It is thy Pleasure thine by whom the earth And every thing growes fruitfull to have mee Be ever barren Thy impossible Dowry Makes me despaire to be Amyntas bride Therefore that cold chast snow that never should Have melted but betwixt his amorous armes I vow unto thy Cloyster Awfull Goddesse Almighty Ceres is not this life holy Echo Folly Better then live in an unhappy love Ec. Happy love Be judge ye woods let Amyntas speak Ec. Amyntas speak Pil. The Goddesse is well pleas'd she daines to answer By gracious Echo's goe Amyntas speak Amyn. Why will she answer mee before Vrania No 't was the musique of her Angels voice Whose heavenly Accents with such charming notes Ravish'd the Goddesse eares she could not choose But bear a part in that harmonious song Yet if she will after such melody Endure to hear the harsh Amyntas speak Ec. Amyntas speak When wilt thou think my torments are enow Ec. Now. Alas how is it possible I should hope it Echo Hope it How shall I pay the Dowry that you aske mee Echo Aske mee I aske a Dowry to be made a Husband Echo A Husband Answer directly to what I said last Echo What I said last A Husband Ceres Why is that the guesse Ec. Yes That which I have not may not cannot have I have not may not cannot have a Husband T is true I am a man nor would I change My sexe to be the Empresse of the world Vrania take thy Dowry 't is my selfe A Husband take it Vran. T is the richest Dowry That ere my most ambitious praiers could beg But I will bring a portion my Amyntas Shall equall it if it can equall'd bee That which I have not may not cannot have Shall be thy portion 't is a wife Amyntas Amyn. Should greater Queenes wooe mee in all their Pride And in their laps bring me the wealth of worlds I should prefer this portion 'fore the best Thankes Ceres that hast made us both be blest Echo Be blest Clai Pilumnus let us now grow young againe And like two trees robb'd of their leafy boughes By winter age and Boreas keener breath Sprout forth and bud again This spring of joy Cuts forty yeares away from the gray summe Once more in triumph let us walke the Village Pilum But first I will intreat this company To deigne to take part in this publique joy Pilumnus Epilogizes All Loves are happy none with us there bee Now sick of coynesse or unconstancy The wealthy summes of Kisses doe amount To greater scores then curious art can count Each eye is fix'd upon his Mistris face And every arme is lockt in some embrace Each cheeke is dimpled every lip doth smile Such happinesse I wish this blessed Isle This little world of Lovers and least you Should think this blisse no reall joyes nor true Would every Lady in this orbe might see Their Loves as happy as we say they be And for you gentle youths whose tender hearts Are not shot proofe 'gainst love and Cupids darts These are my Prayrs I would those prayrs were charmes That each had here his Mistrisse in his armes True Lovers for t is truth gives love delight To you our Authors only means to wright If he have pleas'd as yet he doubtfull stands For his applause clap lips instead of Hands He beggs nor Bayes nor Ivy only this Seale his wisht Plaudite with an amorous Kisse Exeunt Cantantes FINIS
his head for pleasure now Held all his soule and with erected brow To flatter's Loue he sung he strives to play And hisses forth a well tun'd Roundelay This wakes the Nymph her eyes admit the day Here flowers and there her scatter'd garlands lay Which as shee picks up and with bents retyes Shee in her lap the speckled Serpent spyes The Nymph no signe of any terrour shows How bold is beauty when her strength shee knows And in her hand the tender worm shee grasp'd While it sometimes about her finger clasp'd A ring enamel'd then her tender wast In manner of a girdleround imbrac't And now upon her arme a braslet hung Where for the greater ornament he flung His limber body into severall folds And twenty winding figures where it holds Her amorous pulse in many a various twist And many a love-knot tyes upon her wrist Lycoris to the Gods thou art too deare And too too much of heaven belov'd I feare This or that Nymph's the red-sea spoiles may be But Lybia ne're sent Iewels but to thee What e're to us are deaths and poysons sent Desire to be Lycoris ornament For that same litle spider that hangs up Together with her web on the house top When shee beheld the snake a bracelet made Struck with an envy and a love shee said And shall a snake thy Gemme Lycoris bee And such bright for me receive no tyres from mee Then flings her nets away and throwing by Her subtle toyl shee sets to catch the fly To th'loom Arachne goes and plyes it there To work a robe for my Lycoris weare But thou ô Serpent which so blest canst bee To reap those joyes for which I envy thee That happy worm upon her lip hast hung Sucking in kisses with thy three-fork'd tongue So may'st thou age and skin together cast And oft recall thy youth when it is past Teach my Lycoris what your Arts may bee Let her th' Ingredients of thy Cordials see That shee may ne're grow old that times dull plow May never print a wrincle in her brow I charge thee in the pow'rfull Cupids name May a new beauty alwayes and the same Lycoris shew ne're may shee in her glasse Look for her own and find another face Venus for beauty may shee then appear When shee has liv'd to old Sybilla's year And when deare snake thou wilt no more renew Thy youthfull vigour bid base earth adiew Adde glory to the night or from his spheare Huge Python pull and fix thy torches there Where like a river thou shalt bending go And through the Orbe a starry torrent flow And thou Lycoris when th' art pleas'd to take No more of life next thy beloved Snake Shine forth a constellation full and bright Blesse the poor heavens with more majestick light Who in requitall shall present you there Ariadnes Crown and Cassiopae as Chayr A complaint against Cupid that he never made him in Love HOw many of thy Captives Love complaine Thou yoak'st thy slaves in too severe a chaine I'have heard 'em their Poetique malice shew To curse thy Quiver and blaspheme thy bow Calling thee boy and blind threatning the rod Prophanely swearing that thou art no God Or if thou be not from the starry place But born below and of the Stygian race But yet these Atheists that thy shafts dislike Thou canst be freindly to and daigne to strike This on his Cloris spends his thoughts and time That chaunts Corinna in his amorous rime A third speaks raptures and hath gaind a wit By praising Caelia else had mis't of it But I that think there can no freedom be Cupid so sweet as thy Captivity I that could wish thy chains and live content To wear them not my Gives but ornament I that could any ransom pay to thee Not to redeem but sell my liberty I am neglected let the cause be known Art thou a niggard of thy arrows grown That wert so prodigall or dost thou please To set thy Pillars up with Hercules Weary of conquest or should I disgrace Thy victories if I were daign'd a place Amongst thy other Trophies none of these Witnesse thy dayly triumphs who but sees Thou still pursuest thy game from high to low No age no Sexe can scape thy pow'rfull bow Decrepite age whose veins and bones may bee An Argument against Philosophy To prove an emptinesse that has no sense Left but his feeling feels thy influence And dying dotes not babes thy shafts can misse How quickly Infants can be taught to kisse As the poor Apes being dumb these words would borrow I' was born to day to get a babe to morrow Each plow-man thy propitious wounds can prove Tilling the earth and wishing t' were his love Am I invulnerable is the dart Rebeaten which thou level'st at my heart Ill rest my Parents bones if they have done As Tethis once did to her God-like sonne The great Archilles dipt in Stygian lake Though I am so Cupid thy arrows take Try where I am not proof and let me feel Thy ' archery if not i' th heart i' th heel Perchance my heart lyes there who would not be A Coward to be valiant made by thee I cannot say thy blindnesse is the cause That I am barr'd the freedom of thy laws The wretched out-Law of thy Mothers Court That place of comfort Paradise of sport For they may say that say thou blind canst be Eagles want eyes and only moles can see Not Argus with so many lights did shine For each fair Ladies sparkling eyes are thine Think'st thou because I doe the Muses love I in thy Camp would a faint souldier prove How came Musaeus and Anacreon then Into thy troops how came Tibullus pen Amongst thy spears and how came Ovid say To be enrold great Generall in thy pay And doubts thou me suspect you I will tell The hidden misteries of your Paphian cell To the straight lac'd Diana or betray The secrets of the night unto the day No Cupid by thy mothers doves I swear And by her sparrows 't is an idle fear If Philomel descend to sport with me Know I can be great Love as dumb as shee Though shee hath lost her tongue in such delights All should be like her only talk by nights Make me thy Preist if Poets truth divine I 'le make the Muses wanton at thy shrine They all shall wait and Dian's selfe shall be A votresse to thy Mothers Nunnerie Where zeale with nature shall maintaine no strife Where none swear chastity and single life To Venus-Nuns an easier oath is read Shee breaks her vow that keeps her maiden head Reject not then your Flamin's ministry Let me but deacon in thy Temples be And see how I shall touch my pow'rfull lyre And more inspir'd with thine then Phoebus fire Chaunt such a moving verse as soon should frame Desire of dalliance in the coyest dame Melting to amorous thoughts her heart of stone And force her to untrusse her Virgin Zone Is Lucrece or Penelope
at and the bloud of Sacrifice As you all know may lawfully be spilt Even in the Holy vale and so it was Besides your Damon is a Priest by birth And therefore by that Title he may spill The sacrifized Amarillis bloud If this interpretation be not true Speak you Sicilians I 'le be judg'd by you All. Amyntas Amyntas Amyntas Amyntas Pil. Amyntas thou hast now made full amends For my Philebus death Claius all envy Envy the viper of a venemous soule Shall quit my brest This is the man Sicilians The man to whom you owe your liberties Goe Virgins and with Roses strow his way Crowne him with violets and lilly wreathes Cut off your golden tresses and from them Weave him a robe of love Damon pay here The debt of duty that thou ow'st to mee Hence was thy second birth Da. Or hither rather The Balsame of Sicilia flowed from hence Hence from this scarlet torrent whose each drop Might ransome Cupid were he captive tane Amaril. How much owe I my Damon whose blest hand Made mee the publique sacrifice could I shed As many drops of blood even from the heart As Arethusa drops of water can I would outvie her at the fullest tide That other Virgins loues might happy be And mine my Damon be as blest in thee Clai O what a showre of joy falls from mine eyes The now too fortunate Claius my Amyntas My Amarillis how shall I divide My teares and joyes betwixt you Pil. Lovers come Come all with flowry chaplets on your browes And singing Hymmes to Ceres walk around This happy village to expresse our glee This day each yeare shall Cupids triumphs bee Amyn. Still my impossible Dowry for Vrania Leaves mee unfortunate in the mid'st of joy Yet out of piety I will heere a while Though blest I am not 'till she be my bride In publique joyes lay private griefes aside Exeunt cum Choro cantantium Io. And I 'le goe fetch the youngsters of the towne The mortall Fairies and the lasses browne To bring spic'd cakes and ale to dance and play Queen Mab her selfe shall keepe it holy-day Exit Mop. Ah Dorilas that I could not have the wit To have been a mad man rather then a foole I have lost the credit Dor. T is no matter You shall have Thestylis Mop. Shall I Dorylas I had as live interpret her as Oracles Dor. And here she comes give mee your quaile pipe harke you Exit Enter Thestylis Mop. Now Thestylis thou shalt mine Oracle bee Hence forth I will interpret none but thee Thes. Why haue the birds my Mopsus councel'd so Mop. They say I must whether you will or noe Thes. How know I that Mop. The birds doe speak it plain Dorilas with a quaile pipe Harke Thestylis the birds say so again Thes. I understand them not Mop. Will you be judg'd By th' next we meet Thes. Mopsus I am content So you will stand unto it as well as I. Mop. By Ceres Thestylis most willingly Enter Dorylas Mop. Ah Dorilus heard you what the birds did say Dor. I Mopsus you are a happy man to day Mop. What said they boy Dor. As if you did not know Mop. But Thestylis Dor. Why sure she understands it Have you to her this language never read Mop. No Dorylas I can teach her best in bed Dor. The Birds said twice as you full well doe know You must have Thestylis whether she will or no. Thes. And am I caught T is no great matter though For this time Mopsus I will marry thee The next I wed by Pan shall wiser bee Mop. And have I got thee thankes my witty boy Do. Harke Thestylis the birds doe bid you joy Thes. For fooling Mopsus now 't is time give ore Mop. Mad man I may but will be foole no more Thes. Mad after marriage as a foole before For hee 's a foole that weds all wives being bad And shee 's a foole makes not her husband mad SCEN. 6. Iocastus with a Morrice himselfe maid Marrian Bromius the Clowne Dor. See Mopsus see here comes your Fairy brother Hark you for one good turne deserves another Exeunt Dor. Mop. Iocast. I did not think there had been such delight In any mortall Morrice they doe caper Like quarter Fairies at the least by my Knight-hood And by this sweet Mellisonant Tingle tangle The ensigne of my glory you shall bee Of Oberons Revels Bro. What to doe I pray To dance away your Apples Iocas Surely mortall Thou art not fit for any office there Enter Dorylas like the King of Fairies Mopsus Io. See blind mortall see With what a port what grace what majesty This princely Oberon comes your Grace is welcome Do. A beauteous Lady bright and rare Queen Mab her selfe is not so faire Io. Does your grace take me for a woman then Do. Yes beauteous virgin Thy each part Has shot an arrow through my heart Thy blazing eye thy lip so thinne Thy azure cheek christall chinne Thy rainbow brow with many a rose Thy saphyre eares and ruby nose All wound my soule O gentle be Or Lady you will ruin mee Io. Bromius what shall I doe I am no woman If geelding of me will preserve your grace With all my heart Bro. No master let him rather Steale away all your orchard Apples Io. I and shall Beauteous Queen Mab may loose her longing else Do. How 's this are you no woman then Can such bright beauty live with men Io. An 't please your grace I am your Knight Iocastus Do. Indeed I thought no man but hee Could of such perfect beauty bee Io. Cannot your Grace distill me to a woman Do. I have an hearb they Moly call Can change thy shape my sweet and shall To tast this Moly but agree And thou shalt perfect woman bee Io. With all my heart nere let me move But I am up to th' eares in love But what if I doe marry thee Do. My Queene Iocasta thou shalt bee Io. Sweet Moly pray let Bromius have some Moly too Hee 'l make a very pretty waiting maid Bro. No indeed forsooth you have Ladies enough already Do. Halfe your estate then give to mee Else you being gone there none will be Whose Orchard I dare here frequent Io. Sweet Oberon I am content Do. The other halfe let Mopsus take Io. And Thestylis a joynture make Bro. Why master are you mad Io. Your mistrisse sirrah Our grace has said it and it shall be so Bro. What will you give away all your estate Io. We have enough beside in Fairy land You Thestylis shall be our maid of honour Thes. I humbly thank your Grace Io. Come Princely Oberon I long to tast this Moly pray bestow The Knight-hood of the Mellisonant Tingle tangle Vpon our brother Mopsus we will raise All of our house to honours Mop. Gracious sister Io. I alwaies thought I was borne to be a Queene Do. Come let us walke majestique Queene Of Fairy mortalls to be seene In chaires of Pearle