thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure Elisa treachours where are you become Let me alone Mir. Behold I let you go Ama. This is Coriscaes craft well keep you that Which you haue not deseru'd Mir. Why flie you hence Cruell behold my death behold this dart Shall pierce my woful brest Am. What wil you do Mir. That which perhaps grieues you most cruell Nimph. That any else beside your selfe should do Am. Oh me me thinkes I am halfe dead Mir. But if this worke belong alone to you Behold my brest here take this fatall dart Ama. Death you haue merited But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume Mi. My loue Ama. Loue is no cause of any villain-villain-act Mi. Loue trust me t' was in me I made me respectiue And since you first laid hold on me lesse cause You haue to call my action villanie Yea eu'n when I by so commodious meanes Might be made bold to vse the lawes of loue Yet did I quake a Louer to be found Ama. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray Mir. My much more loue makes me more blind then you Ama. Prayers and fine conceits not snares and thefts Discreetest Louers vse Mir. Assauadge beast With hunger hunted from the woods breakes forth And doth assaile the straunger on his way So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue since that sweet foode me haue forbad Either your crueltie or else my fate A starued Louer issuing from those woods Where I haue suffered long and wretched fast Haue for my health assaid this stratage me Which loues necessitie vpon me thrust Now blame not me Nimph cruell blame your selfe For praiers and conceits true loues discretion As you them call you not attend from me You haue bereau'd with shunning me the meanes To loue discreetly Ama. Discreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you so In vaine you know you do pursue me still What is 't you seeke of me Mir. Onely one time Daine but to heare me ere I wretched die Ama. T 's well for you the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had now get you hence Mir. Ah Nimph that which I haue already said Is but a drop of that huge ample sea Of my complaints if not for pittie sake Yet for your pleasure now heare cruell but The latest accents of a dying voice Ama. To ease your mind and me this cumber rid I graunt to heare you but with this condition Speake small part soone and neuer turne againe Mir. In too too small a bundle cruell Nimphe You do ccommaund me binde my huge desires Which measure but by thought nought could containe That I you loue and loue more then life If you deny to know aske but these woods And they will tell and tell you with them will Their beasts their trees stones of these great rocks Which I so oft haue tender made to melt At found of my complaints But what make I Such proofe of loue where such rare beautie is See but how many beauteous things the skies containe How many dresse the earth in braue attire Thence shall you see the force of my desire For as the waters fall the fire doth rise The ayre doth flâ—e the earth lies firmly still And all these same the skies do compasse round Eu'n so to you as to their chiefest good My soule doth flie and my poore thoughts do run With all affection to your louely beauties He that from their deare obiect would them turne Might fast turne from their viuall course the skie The earth the ayre the water and the fire And quite remooue the earth from oft his seate But why commaund you me to speake but small Small shall I tell it I but tell you shall That I must die and lesse shall dying doo If I but see what is my turne too Ay me what shall I do which may out-last My miserable loue When I am dead Yet cruell soule haue pitie on my paines Ah faire ah deare I sometime so sweete a cause Why I did liue whilst my good fates were pleasd Turne hitherward those starry lights of loue Let me them see once meeke and full of pitie Before I die So may my death be sweet As they haue bene good guide vnto my life So let them be vnto my death and that Sweet loâ—ke which first begat my loue beget My death 〈◊〉 my loues Hesperus become The 〈◊〉 starâ—e of my decaying day But you obdurate neuer 〈…〉 Whilâ—â— I more humble you more haughtie are And can you heare me and not speake a word Whom do I speake too wretch a marble stone If you will say nought else yet bid me die And you shal see what force your words will haue Ah wicked loue this is a miserie extreame A Nymph so cruell so desirous of my death Because I aske it as a fauour scornes to giue it Arming her cruell voyce in silence so Least it might fauour mine exceeding wo. Ama. If I as well to answere as to heare You pronus'd had iust cause you might haue found To haue condemn'd my silence for vniust You call me cruell imagining perhaps By that reproofe more easily to drawe Me to the contrary No know Mirtillo I am no more delighted with the sound Of that desertlesse and disliked praise You to my beautie giue then discontent To heare you call me cruell and vniust I graunt this crueltie to any else a fault But to a louer vertue t 's and honestie Which in a woman you call crueltie But be it as you you 'd blame-worthy fault To be vnkinde to one that loues Tell me When was Amarillis cruell vnto you Perhaps when reason would not giue me leaue To vse this pitie yet how I it vs'd Your selfe can iudge when you from death I sau'd I meane when you among a noble sort of maides A lustfull Louer in a womans cloathes Banded your selfe and durst contaminate Their purest sports mingling mong kisses innocent Kisses lasciuious and impure which to remember I am asham'd But heauens my witnesse are I knew you not and after I you knew I scornd your deed and kept my soule vntoucht From your lasciuiousnesse not suffering at all The venome there to runne to my chaste heart You violated nothing saue th'out side Of these my lips A mouth kist but by force Spits out the kisse and kill the shame withall But tell me you what fruite had you receiu'd Of your rash theft had I discouered you Vnto those Nymphes The Thracian Orfeus had not bene So lamentably torne on Ebers bankes Of Bacchus dames as you had bene of them Had not you help 't her pittie whom you cruell call That pittie which was fit for me to giue I euer gaue For other t' is in vaine you either aske or hope If you me loue then loue mine honestie My safetie loue and loue my life withall Thou art too farre from that which thou desir'st The heauens forbid the earth contraries it Death
this which when thou wouldst thou canst not These woods and beasts leaue foolish boy loue Sil. As though there were no life but that which nurst These amorous sollies and fond extasies Lin. Tell me if in this pleasant time now flowres renew And the world waxeth yong againe thou shouldst In stead of flowry valleyes fragrant fields And well clad woods see but the oake the ashe the pine Without their leauy heares graslesse the ground The meadowes want their floures Wouldst thou not say The world doth languish nature did decay Now that same horror that same miracle That monstrous noueltie thou hast thy selfe As loue in old men is ridiculous So youth without loue is vnnaturall Looke but about Siluio what the world hath Worthy to be admir'd Loue onely made The heauens the earth the seas themselues do loue And that same starre that the dayes breake foretells Tasteth the flames of her thrise puissant sonne And at that houre because perhaps she leaues The stolne delights and bosome of her loue She darteth downe abroad her sparkling smiles Beasts in the woods do loue and in the seas The speedie Dolphins and the mightie Whales The bird that sweetly sings and wantonly Doth she now from the oake vnto the ashe Then from the ashe vnto the mirtill tree Sayes in her language I in loue do burne Wou'd I might heare my Siluio answere her the same The Bull amid the heard doth loudly lowe Yet are those lowes but bidding to loues feasts The Lyon in the wood doth bray and yet Those brayes are not the voice of rage but loue Well to conclude all things do loue but thou Thou onely Siluio art in heauen in earth In seas a soule vncaple of loue Leaue leaue these woods these beasts and learne to loue Sil. Was then my youth committed to thy charge That in these soft esseminate desires Of wanton loue thou shouldst it nurse and traine Remembrest not what thou and what I am Lin. I am a man and humane me esteeme With thee a man or rather shouldst be so I speake of humane things Which if thou skornst Take heed least in dishumaning thy selfe A beast thou proue not sooner then a God Sil. Neither so famous nor so valiant Had bene that monster-tamer of whose blood I do deriue my selfe had he not tamed loue Lin. See blind child how thou erst where hadst thou bene Had not that famous Hercules first lou'd The greatest cause he monsters tam'd was loue Knowest thou not that faire Omphale to please He did not onely chaunge his Lions skin Into a womans gowne but also turn'd His knottie club into a spindell and a rocke So was he wont from trouble and from toyle To take his ease and all alone retire To her faire lappe the hauen of happie loue As rugged Iron with purer mettall mixt Is made more fit refin'd for noble vse So fierce vntam'd strength that in his properrage Doth often breake yet with the sweets of loue Well temper'd proueth truly generous Then if thou dost desire to imitate Great Hercules and to be worthy of his race Though that thou wilt not leaue these sauadge woods Doo follow them but do not leaue to loue A Loue so lawfull as your Amarillis That you Dorinda she I you excuse For t' were vnfit your mind on honour set Should be made hot in these amorous thefts A mightie wrong vnto your worthy spouse Sil. What saist thou Linco shee 's not yet my spouse Lin. Hast thou not solemnely receiu'd her faith Take heed proud boy do not prouoke the gods Sil. The gift of heauen is humane libertie May we not force repell that force receiue Lin. Nay if thou would'st but vnderstand the heauens Hereto do tye thee that haue promised So many fauours at thy nuptiall feast Sil. I 'm sure that gods haue other things to do Then trouble and molest them with these toyes Linco nor this nor that loue pleaseth me I was a huntsman not a louer borne Thou that dost folow loue thy pleasure take Exit Sil. Lin. Thou cruel boy descended of the gods I scarce beleeue thou wert begot by man Which if thou wert thou sooner wert begot With venome of Meger and Ptisifo Then Venus pleasure which men so commend Exit Lin. Sce. 2. Mirtillo Ergasto. CRuell Amarillis that with thy bitter name Most bitterly dost teach me to complaine Whiter then whitest Lillies and more faire But deafer and more fierce then th'adder is Since with my words I do so much offend In silence will I die but yet these plaines These mountaines and these woods shal cry for me Whom I so oft haue learned to resound That loued name For me my plaints shall tell The plaining fountains and the murm'ring windes Pittie and griefe shall speake out of my face And in the end though all things else proue dombe My verie death shal tell my martirdome Er. Loue deare Mirtillo 's like a fire inclosde Which straightly kept more fiercely flames at last Thou shouldst not haue so long conceald from me The fire since it thou couldst not hide How often haue I said Mirtillo burnes But in a silent flame and so consumes Mi. My selfe I harmed her not to offend Curteous Ergasto and should yet be dombe But strict necessitie hath made me bold I heare a voice which through my scared eares Woundeth alas my wretched heart with noise Of Amarillis nighing nuptiall feast Who speakes ought els to me he holds his peace Nor dare I further search as wel for feare To giue suspition of my loue as for to finde That which I would not Well! I know Ergasto It fits not with my poore and base estate To hope at all a Nymphe so rarely qualifide Of bloud and spright truly celestiall Should proue my wife O no I know too well The lowlinesse of my poore humble starre My desteny's to burne not to delight Was I brought forth but since my cruell fates Haue made me loue my death more then my life I am content to die so that my death Might please her that 's the cause thereof And that she would but grace my latest gaspe With her faire eyes and once before she made Another by her marriage fortunate She would but heare me speake Curteous Ergasto If thou lou'st me helpe me with this fauour Aide me herein if thou tak'st pittie of my case Er. A poore desire of loue and light reward Of him that dies but dang'rous enterprise Wretched were she should but her father know She had bow'd downe her eares to her louers words Or should she be accused to the priest Her father in lawe for this perhaps she shunnes To speake with you that els doth loue you well Although she it conceales for women though They be more fraile in their desires Yet are they craftier in hiding them If this be true how can she show more loue Then thus in shunning you she heares in vaine And shunnes with pittie that can giue no helpe It is sound
of any loue Why speake I thus of loue why blame him thus Is he the cause that the whole world in loue Or rather loue-dissembling sinneth so Oh womans treacherie that is the cause That hath begotten loue this infamy How euer loue be in his nature good With them his goodnesse suddenly he leeseth They neuer suffer him to touch their hearts But in their faces onely build his bowre Their care their pompe and all their whole delight Is in the barke of a bepainted face T' is not in them now faith with faith to grace And to contend in loue with him that loues Into two breasts diuiding but one will Now all their labour is with burnish'd gold To die their haire and tye it vp in curles Therein to snare vnwary louers in O what a stinking thing it is to see them take A Pencill vp and paint their bloudlesse cheekes Hiding the faults of nature and of time Making the pale to blush the wrinkled plaine The blacke seeme white faults mending with farre worse Then with a paire of pincers do they pull Their eye-browes till they smart againe But this is nothing though it be too much For all their customes are alike to these What is it that they vse which is not counterfeit Ope they their mouthes they lie mooue they their eyes They counterfeit their lookes If so they sigh Their sighes dissembled are In summe each act Each looke each gesture is a verie lie Nor is this yet the worst T' is their delight Them to deceiue eu'n most that trust them most And loue them least that are most worthy loue True faith to hate worser then death it selfe These be the trickes that make loue so peruerse Then is the fault faithlesse Corisca thine Or rather mine that haue beleeu'd thee so How many troubles haue I for thy sake sustaind I now repent nay more I am ashamed Louers beleeue me women once ador'd Are worser then the griefly powers of hell Strait by their valure vaunt they that they are The same you by your folly fashion them Let go these baseâ— sighes praiers and plaints Fit weapons for women and children onely Once did I thinke that praiers plaints and sighes Might in a womans heart haue stirred vp The flames of loue but rush I was deceiu'd Then if thou wouldst thy mistresse conquer leaue These silly toyes and close thou vp all loue Do that which loue and nature teacheth thee For modestie is but the outward vertue of A womans face Wherefore to handle her with modestie Is a meere fault she though she vse it loues it not A tender-harted Louer shalt thou not Corisca euer find me more but like a man I will assaile and pierce thee through and through Twise haue I taken thee and twise againe Thou hast escap'd I know not how my hands But if thou com'st the third time in my reach I 'le fetter thee for running then away T'hart wont to passe these woods I like a hound Will hunt thee out Oh what a sweet reuenge I meane to take I meane to make thee proue What t' is vniustly to betray thy Loue. Exit Chorus Oh high and puissant law writ rather borne Within loues mightie brest Whose euer swet and louely louing force Towards that good which we vnseene suborne Our harts doth pull and wills doth wrest And eu'n natures selfe to it doth force Not onely our fraile corpce Whose sence scarce sees is borne and dies againe As daily houres waxe and waine But eu'n inward causes hidden seeds That moues and gouernes our eternall deeds If great with child the world do wondrous frame So many beauties still And if within as farre as Sunne doth see To 'th mightie Moone and starres Titanian fame A liuing spright doth fill With his male â—alew this same vast degree If thence mans of spring bee The plants haue life and beasts both good and bad Whether the earth be clad With floures or nipt haue her ill-feathered wing It still comes from thine euersting spring Nor this alone but that which hopes of fire Sheds into mortall wights From whence starres gentle now strait fierce are found Clad in good fortunes or mishaps attire From whence lifts frailest lights The houre of birth haue or of death the bound That which makes rise or else pullâ— downe In their disturbd affects all humane will And giuing seemes or taking still Fortune to whom the world would this were giuen All from thy soueraigne bountie is deriuen Oh word ineuitably true and sure If it thy meaning is Arcadia shall after so many woes Finde out new rest and peace new life procure If the fore-told on blisse Which the great Oracle did erst expose Of the faire fatall marriage rose Proceed from thee and in thy heau'nly minde Her fixed place doth finde If that same voice do not dissemble still Who hinders then the working of thy will See loues and pitties foe awayward swaine A proud and cruell youth That comes from heauen and yet with heau'n contends See then another Louer faithfull in vaine Battring a harts chast truth VVho with his flames perhaps thy will offends The lesse that he attends Pittie to 's plâ—ints reward to his desart More straungely flames in faith his hart Fatall this beautie is to him that it high prizeth Being destenied to him that it despizeth Thus in it selfe alas diuided stands This heauenly power And thus one fate another iustles still Yet neither conquered is neither commaunds False humane hopes that towre And plant a siege to th' Elementall hill Rebellious vnto heauens will Arming poore thoughts like giant fooles againe Louers and no Louers vine VVho would haue thought loue and disdaine blind things Should mount aboue the soueraigne starry wings But thou that standst aboue both starres fate And with thy wit diuine Great mouer of the skies dost them restraine Behold we thee beseech our doubtfull state VVith desteny combine And fathers louing zeale loue and disdaine Mixe flame and frozen vaine Let them that shund to loue now learne to loue Let not that other mone Ah let not others blindest folly thus Thy gently promisde pittie take from vs. But who doth know perhaps this same that seemes An vnauoydable mischieuous estate May proue right fortunate How fond a thing it is for mortall sight To search into the Eternall sunnes high light An end of the first Act. Act. 2. Scene 1. Ergasto. Mirtillo HOw I haue searcht alongst the riuers side About the meadowes fountains and the hils To find thee out which now I haue the gods be prais'd Mir. Ah that thy newes Ergasto may deserue This haste But bringst thou life or death Er. This though I had I would not giue it thee That do I hope to giue thee though I haue it not As yet But fie thou must not suffer griefe To ouerthrow thy sences thus Liue man and hope But to the purpose of my comming now Ormino hath a sister knowst her not A tall big wench a
merry-countnaun'st Nymphe With yealow haire somewhat high-coloured Mir. What is her name Er. Corisca Mir I know her well And heretofore haue spoke with her Er. Then know that she and see withall your lucke Is now become I know not by what priuiledge Companion to your beauteous Amarillis I haue discouered all your loue to her And this which you desire and readily She me hath giu'n her faith to bring 't about Mir. O happie Mirtillo if this same proue true But said she nothing of the meanes whereby Er. Nothing as yet nor would she that conclude Vntill she knew the manner of your loue How it began and what hath hapt therein That she might easilier spie into the hart Of your beloued Nymphe and better know How to dispose by praiers or by fraud Of her request For this I came to you And make me now acquainted from the head With all the historie of your deare Loue. Mir. So will I do but yet Ergasto know This memorie a bitter hopelesse thing Is like a fire-brand tossed in the winde By which how much the fire increaseth still So much the brand with blazing flame consumes O piercing shaft made by some power diuine The which the more we seeke to draw it out The faster hold it takes the deeper roote Well can I tell you that these Louers hopes Are full of vanities and falshoods still Loues fruit is bitter though the roote be sweet In that sweet time when dayes aduantage get Aboue the nights then when the yeare begins This daintie pilgrim beauties bright new sunne Came with her count'nance like another spring T'illuminâ—te my then thrise happie soyle Of Pisa and Eglidis faire Brought by her mother To see the sacrifices and the sports That celebrated in those solemne daies Were vnto loue Where while she ment to make Her eye-sight blest with that same spectacle She blest the spectacle with her faire eyes Being loues greatest miracle beneath the skies No sooner had I scene that face but straight I burnt defending not the formost looke Which though mine eies into my brest directed Such an imperious beautie as me thought did say Mirtillo yeeld thy hart for it is mine Er. Oh in our brests what mighty power hath loue Ther 's none can tell saue they the same which proue Mir. See how industrious loue can worke eu'n in The simplest brests A sister which I had I made acquainted with my thoughts who was By chaunce companion to my cruell Nymphe The time she staid in Pisa and Elide Shee faithfull counsell and good aide me gaue She drest me finely in one of her gownes Circling my temples with a periwig Which gracefully she trimmed vp with flowres A quiuer and a bowe hung at my side She taught me furthermore to faine my voice And lookes for in my face as then there grew no haire This done she me conducted where the Nimphe Was wont to sport her selfe and where we found A noble troupe of maydens of Megara By blood or loue allyed to my goddesse Mongst them she stood like to a princely Rose Among a heape of humble Violets We had not long bene there before vprose One of the maydens of Megara and thus bespake Why stand we idly still in such a time When plames and famous trophees are so rise Haue not we armes counterfait fights to make As well as men Sisters be rulde by mee Let 's proue among our selues our armes in iest That when we come to earnest them with men We may them better vse Let 's kisse and striue Who can kisse sweetliest among our selues And let this garland be the victors gaine All at the proposition laught and all Vnto it strait agreed Straightway began A fight confused no signall we attended Which by her seene that first ordaind the sport She saies againe Let 's make her worthy iudge That hath the fairest mouth All soone agreed And Amarillis chose Who sweetly bowing downe Her beauteous eyes in modest blushing stand Did show they were as faire within as th'were without Or that her face her rich-clad mouth enuyed And would be cloath'd in pompous purple too As who should say I am as faire as it Er. In good time did you chaunge into a Nymphe A happy token of good lucke to come Mir. Now did the beautious iudge sit in her plate According as the Megarence prescrib'd Each went by lot to make due proofe of her Rare mouth that heauenly paragon of sweetnesse That blessed mouth that may be likened to A perfum'd Indian shell of orientall pearle Op'ning the daintie treasure mixt with hony sweet And purple blush I cannot my Ergasto tell Th'inexplicable sweetnesse which I felt Out of that kisse But looke what Cypres caues Or hiues of Hybla haue are nothing all Compar'd with that which then I tasted there Er. Oh happy theft sweet kisse Mir. Yea sweet But yet not gracious for it wanted still The better part loue gaue it but loue not Return'd it backe Er. But then how did you When it was your lot to kisse Mir. Vnto those lips My soule did wholy flie and all my life So shut therein as in a litle space It waxed nothing but a kisse And all My other limmes stood strenghlesse trembling still When I approached to her lightning lookes Knowing my deed was theft and deceit I feared the maiestie of her faire face But she assures me with a pleasing smile And puts me forward more loue sitting like A Bee vpon two fresh and daintie Roses close Kissing I tasted there the honey sweet But hauing kist I felt the louely Bee Strike through my hart with his sharp piercing sting And being wounded thus halfe desperate I thought t' haue bitten those manslaught'ring lips But that her odoriferous breath like aire diuine Wak'ned my modestie and still my rage Er. This modestie molesteth Louers still Mir. Now were the lotts fulfild and eu'ry one With heedfull minds the sentence did attend When Amarillis iudging mine the best With her owne hands she crownes my tresses with The gentle garland kept for victorie But neuer was shadelesse meadow drier parcht Vnder the balefull fury of the heauenly dog Then was my hart in sunshine of that sweet Neuer so vanquisht as in victory Yet had I power to take the garland off And reach it her saying to you belongs Alone the same T' is due to you that made Mine good by vertue of your mouth She gently took 't and crownd her selfe therewith And with an other that she ware crownd mine T 's this I weare thus dried as you see It will I carry to my graue with mee In deare remembraunce of that happie day But more for signe of my dead hopes decay Er. Thou pittie more then enuy dost deserue That wert another Tantalus in loues delights That of a sport a torment true didst make Thou pai'st too deare for thy stolne delicates But did she ere perceiue thy pollicies Mir. That know I not Ergasto yet thus much I know That in the
wretch I was not so When me thou 〈◊〉 to follow Coridon Co. I leâ—t thee for another Sa. See see a wonder This is newes indeed But when I stole Faire Lillaes bowe Clorâ— scarfe Daphnes rich â—oabe And Silutaes buskins then thou promi'st me Thy loue thou gau'st another should be my reward The daintie garland which I gaue to thee Thou gau'st to Nisus And when me thou mad'st To watch so many frostie night both â—n The caue the woods and by the riuer side And euer mockedst me was I not gentle then Beleeue me now thou shalt me pay for all Co. Thou stranglest me as if I were a dogge Sa. Now see if thou canst runne away againe Thy pollicies shall not auaile thee now If but thy head hold on t' is vaine to striue Co. Good Satir giue me leaue to speak to thee Sa Spâ—ak tlhen Co. How can I speak let me go Vpon my faith I will not runne away Sa. What faith oh faithlesse woman hast Dar'st thou Yet speak of faith to me I le carry thee Into the darkest caue this mountaine hath Where neuer Sunne nor humane steppe approach't I l'e hide the rest there thou with my delight And with thy scorne shalt feele what I wil do with thee Co. And canst thou be so cruel to that haire For which thou oft hast sworne t' were sweet to die And that thou coulst not suffer too much ill for me Oh heauens oh faâ—es whom shall a woman trust Sa. Ah wicked thinkst thou to deceiue me yet Canst thou yet tempt me with thy subtilties Co. Oh gentle Satir do not make a scorne Of her that thee adores If so thy hart Be not of marble made behold me at Thy feete if euer I offended thee ô Idole of My soule I pardon craue By these same strong And more then manlike knees which I embrace By that same loue thou sometime bar'st to me By that same sweetnesse which thou wont'st to draw Thou said'st out of mine eyes calling them starres Now wretched fountaines of these bitter teares I pray thee pittie me let me but go Sa. The wretch hath almost mou'd me should I but trust Affection onely I were ouercome But to be short I wil not trust thee striue no more For all this humblenesse thou art Corisca still Co. Oh me my head stay yet do not deny Me one poore fauour yet Sa. What fauour 's that Co. Heare me but once Sa. Thou think'st with fained words And forged teares to mollifie my heart Co. Ah curteous Satir what wilt thou make of me Sa. Wee 'le trie Co. No pittie then Sa. No pittie I. Co. Art thou resolu'd of this Sa. I am resolu'd Hast thou now made an end of all thy charmes Co. Oh villaine indiscreet vnseasonable Halfe a man halfe a goat and all a beast Dryed Carogne defect of wicked nature Dost thou beleeue Corisca loues not thee It is most true What should I loue in thee This goodly bunch of that beslauered beard These goatlike eares that stinking toothlesse caue Sa. Oh witch are these to me Co. These are to thee Sa. Ribald to me Co. Halfe goat to thee Sa. And do Not I with these my hands thrust out thy bitches tongue Co. I if thou durst Sa. A silly woman in my hands Dares braue me dares despise me thus Well I 'le Co. Villaine what wilt thou do Sa I le eate thee quick Co. Where be thy teeth Sa. Oh heauens who can endure I 'le pay you home come on Co. I wil not come Sa. That will I see Co. Spite of thy hart I will not Sa. Come on wee 'le see who hath the stronger thou The necke or I the armes Nay soft and faire Well let vs see Sa. Go too Co. Satir hold fast Farewell I would thy necke were broke Exit Co. Sa. O me my head my backe my side Oh what A fall is this I scarce can turne my selfe And is she gone and left her head behind Vnusuall wonder Nimphs and shepheards come Behold a witchcraft tricke of one that 's fled And liues without a head How light it is It hath no braines there commeth out no blood Why looke I so Oh foole she gone without a head Thou art without a head that seest not How thou art mockt Treacherous perfidous witch Is 't not inough th' ast made thy hart to lie Thy face thy words thy laughter and thy lookes But that thy haire must lie Poets behold Your natiue gold your amber pure that you So fondly praise for shame your subiect chaunge In steed whereof sing me a witches subtiltie That robbeth sepulchres and rotten heads To dresse her owne As well you may go praise Megeraes viprous monstrous haires Louers Behold and be ashamed wretches now Make this the meanes your sences to recouer That are insnar'd in such without more plaints But why stay I to publish out her shame This haire my tongue so famous made erewhile I will go proue to make againe as vile Finis Act. 2. Chorus Great was her fault and errour sure That did occasion all our teene Who loues great lawes holy and pure Breaking her faith did violate And thereby did illuminate The mortall rage of our immortall queene That neither teares nor blood Of many harmlesse soules haue done vs good So faith to euery vertue roote The ornament of euery soule well borne In heauen hath surely set his foote That worthily are faithlesse held in scorne So nature truth would euer happie make Eu'n for the true almightie makers sake Blind mortalls you that haue so deep desire To get and to possesse A guilded carkasse of a painted tire That like a naked shadow walkes on still Seeking her sepulchre by gesse What loue or rather fond will Hath witcht your hart dead beautie to pursue Rich treasures are loues follies found The true And liuely loue is of the soule All other subiects want what loue requires Therfore they not deserue these amorous desires The soule because it onely loues againe Is onely worthie of this louing paine It is a pretie thing to kisse The delicate vermilion Rose Of some faire cheeke they that haue prou'd that blisse Right happie Louers so will say Yet those Will say againe kisses are dead and vaine Where beautie kist restores it not againe The strokes of two inamour'd lips are those Where mouth on mouth loues sweetest vengeance showes Those are true kisses where with equall wills We euer giue and take againe our fills Kisse but a curious mouth a daintie hand A breast a brow or what you can demand You will confesse no part in woman is Saue for sweet mouth that doth deserue a kisse By which two soules with liuely spirits meet Making liue rubres kindly entergreet So mongst themselues those sowly sprightfull kisses Do enter-speake and in a little sowne Great things bewray and sweetest secret blisses To others hidden to themselues well knowne Such ioy nay such sweet life doth louing proue Soule knit to soule by th' earthly knot
is the punishment thereof And aboue all Mine honestie desies forbidden acts Then with a safer keeper of her honours floure A soule well-borne will euer scorne to haue Then rest in peace Mirtillo giue ore this suite Get thee farre hence to liue if thou art bee'st wise T' abandon life for peeuish griefe or smart Is not the action of a valiant hart From that which pleaseth vertue t' is t' abstaine Is that which pleaseth breeds offence againe Mir. To saue ones life is not within his power That hath his soule forsaken and giu'n ore Ama. One arm'd in vertue conquereth all desire Mir. Vertue small conquest gets where loue tryumphes Ama. Who cannot what he would will he what he can Mir. Oh loues necessitie no lawes endures Ama. Distance of place may heale your wound againe Mir. In vaine one flies from that his hart doth harbour Ama. A new desire an old will quite displace Mir. Had I another hart another soule Ama. Time will at last clearly this loue consume Mir. I after loue hath quite consum'd my life Ama. Why then your wounds will not be cur'd at all Mir. Neuer till death Ama. Till death well heare mee now And looke my words be lawes vnto your deeds Howbee't I know to die is the more vsuall voice Of an inamour'd tongue then a desire Or firme conceit his soule hath entertain'd Yet if by chaunce such a straunge folly hath Possest thy minde know then thy death will be Death to mine honour as vnto thy life Now if thou lou'st me liue and let it be A token of thy wit henceforth thou shun To see me or to seeke my company Mir. O cruell sentence can I without life Liue thinke you then Or can I without death Find end vnto my torment and my griefe Ama. Well now t' is time you go Mirtillo hence Yow 'le stay too long Go comfort your selfe That infinit the troupe of wretched Louers is All wounds do bring with them their seuerall paine Nor can you onely of this loue complaine Mir. Among these wretches I am not alone but yet A miserable spectacle am onely I Of dead and liuing nor can liue nor die Ama. Well go your waies Mir. Ah sad departure End of my life go I from you and do not die And yet I feele the verie pangs of death That do giue life vnto mine exttasie To make my hart immortally to die Scene 4. Amarillis OH Mirtillo oh my dearest soule Could'st thou but see into her hart whom thou Call'st cruell Amarillis then wouldst thou say Thou hadst that pittie which thy hart desires Oh mindes too much infortunate in loue What bootes it thee my hart to be belou'd What bootes it me to haue so deare a Loue Why should the cruell sates so disvnite WhoÌ„ loue conioines and why should traiterous loue Conioyne them whom the destenies do part Oh happie sauadge beasts whom nature giues No lawes in loue saue verie loue it selfe Inhumane humane lawe that punish'st This loue with death if 't be so sweet to sin And not to sin so necessary bee Imperfect nature that repugneth law Or law too hard that nature doth offend But rush she loues too litle that feares death Would gods death were the worst that 's due to sin Deare chastitie th' inviolable powre Of soules well-borne that hast my amorous will Retein'd in chaines of holy rigour still To thee I consecrate my harmlesse sacrifize And thou my soule Mirtillo pardon me That cruell 〈◊〉 where I should piteous bee Pardon her that in lookes and onely words Doth seeme thy foe but in my heart thy friend If thou wouldst be reueng'd what greater paine Wouldst thou 〈◊〉 thou this my cruel griefe Thou art my heart and shaâ—t be spite of heauen And earth when thou dost plaine sigh and weep Thy teares become my bloud thy sighes my breath And all thy paines they are not onely thine For I them feele and they are turned mine Sce. 5. Corisca Amarillis HIde you no more my Amarillis now Ama. Wretch I discouered am Co. I all haue heard Be not afraid did I not say I lou'd you And yet you are afraid and hides your selfe From her that loues you so Why do you blush This blushing is a common fault Ama. Corisca I am conquer'd I confesse Co. That which you cannot hide you wil confesse Ama. And now I see too weake a thing doth proue A womans heart t' encounter mightie loue Co. Cruel vnto Mirtillo but more cruel to your selfe Ama. It is no crueltie that springs of pitie Co. Cicute and Aconite do grow from hoisome rootes I see no difference twixt this crueltie That doth offend and pitie helping not Ama. Ah me Coriscal Co. These sighes good sister Are but weakenesse of your heart Th' are fit For women of small worth Ama. I could not be Thus cruel but I should loue cherish hopelesly Therefore to shun him shewes I haue compassion Of his ill and mine Co. Why hopelesly Ama. Do you not know I am espows'd to Siluio And that the law each woman doomes to death That violates her faith Co. Oh simple foole Is this the let Which is more auncient among vs Dianaes lawe or loues this in our breasts Is bred and growes with vs Nature her selfe With her owne hands imprints in our hearts breasts And where this law commands both heau'n earth obey Ama. But if the other law do take my life How can loues lawe restore it me againe Co. You are too nice were eu'ry woman so Had all such straight respects Good times farewell Small practisers are subiect to this paine The lawe doth neuer stretch vnto the wise Beleeue me should blame-worthy all be slaine The countre then would soone prooue womanlesse It needfull was theft should forbidden bee To them that closely could not couer theft This honestie is but an art to seeme so Let others as they list beleeue I le thinke so still Ama. These are but vanities Corisca t' were best Quickly to leaue that which we cannot hold Co. And who forbids thee foole This life 's too short To passe it ouer with one onely loue Men are too sparing of then fauours now Whether 't be for want or else for frowardnesse The fresher that we are the dearer still Beautie and youth once gone w' are like Bee hiues That hath no honey no nor yet no waxe Let men prate on they do not feele our woes For their condition differs much from ours The elder that they grow they grow the perfectest If they loose beautie yet they wisedome gaine But when our beautie fades that oftentimes Conquers their greatest witts straight fadeth all our good There cannot be a vilder thing to see Then an old woman Therfore ere thou age attaine Know me thy selfe and vse it as thou shouldst What were a Lion worth did he not vse his strength What 's a mans wit worth that lies idly by Eu'n so our beautie proper strength to vs As force to Lyons wisedome vnto men
was to thee I now desire nothing but crueltie I proudly thee despi'd vpon my knees I humbly thee adore and pardon craue But not my lyfe Behold my Bowe my Shaftes Wound not mine eyes or handes th' are innocent But wound my brest monster to pittie foe To loue wound me this hart that cruell was To thee behold my brest is bare Do. Siluio I wound that brest thou hadst not need Let it be naked to mine eyes if thou desirdst I should it wound O daintie beauteous rocke So often beaten by the waues and windes Of my poore teares and sighes in vaine and is it true Thou pittie feelst or am I wretch but mockt I would not this same Alablaster skin Should me deceiue as this poore Beastes hath thee I wound thy brest t' is well Loue durst do so I aske no wore reuenge then thou shouldst loue Blest be the day wherein I first did burne Blest be my teares and all my martirdomes I wish thy prayse and no reuenge of thee But curteous Siluio that dost kneele to her Whose Lord thou art since mee thou needes wilt serue Let thy first seruice be to rise when I thee bid The second that thou liu'st for mee let heauens Worke their will in thee my hart will liue As long as thou dost liue I cannot die But if it seeme vniust my wound should be Vnpunished then breake this cruell Bowe Let that be all the mallice thou dost show Si. Oh curtuous doome and so 't shal be Thou deadly Wood shalt pay the price of others life Behold I breake thee and I render thee Vnto the Woodes a trunke vnprofitable And you my Shaftes that pierced haue the side Oâ— my faire Loue because you brothers bee I put you both togither and deliuer you Roddes armd in vaine and vainely feathered T' was true Loue tolde me late in Ecchoes voyce O powerfull tamer both of Gods and men Late enemie now Lord of all my thoughtes Iâ— thou esteemest it glory to haue mollified A proude obdurate hart Defende me from The fatall stroke of death one onely blow Killing Dorinda will me with her kill So cruell death if cruell death she proue Will triumph ouer thee triumphant loue Lin. So wounded both yet woundes most fortunate Were but Dorindaes sownd Let 's soone go seeke Some remedie Dor. Do not good Linco lead Me to my fathers house in this attire Sil. Shall my Dorinda go to other house Then vnto mine no sure aliue or dead This day I 'le marrie thee Lin. And in good time Since Amarillis hath lost life and marriage too O blessed couple O eternall Gods Giue two their liues giuing but one her health Dor. Siluio I weary am I cannot hold me on My wounded side Sil. Be of good cheere Thou shalt a burthen be to vs most deare Linco giue me thy hand Lin. Hold there it is Sil. Hold fast and with our armes wee 'le make a seate For her Sit there Dorinda and with thy right hand Hold Lincoes necke and with thy left close mine Softly my hart for rushing of thy wound Dor. O now mee thinkes I am well Sil. Linco hold fast Lin. Do not you stagger but go forward right This is a better triumph then a head Sil. Tell me Dorinda doth thy wound still pricke Dor. It doth but in thine armes my louelie treasure I hold eu'n pricking deare and death a pleasure Chorus O Sweete and golden age when Milke Vnto the tender World was meate Whose Cradle was the harmelesse Wood Their dearer partes whose grasse like silke The Flockes vntoucht did ioy to eate Nor feard the World the spoyle of blood The troublous thoughts that do no good Did not then make a cloudy vaile To dimme our sunnes eternall light Now Reason being shut vp quight Cloudes do our Wits skies ouer-haile From whence it is straunge landes we seeke for ease Ploughing with huge Oake trees the Ocean seaes This bootlesse superstutious voyce This subiect profit lesse then vaine Of toyes of titles and of sleight Whom the mad World through worthlesse choyce Honor to name doth not disdaine Did not with tyranny delight To rule our mindes but to sustaine Trouble for troth and for the right To maintaine sayth a firme decree Amonst vs men of each degree Desire to do well was of right Care of true Honor happy to be named Who what was lawfull pleasure to vs framed Then in the pastures grony shade Sweete Carroles and sharpe Madrigalâ— Were flames vnto deare lawfull Loue There gentle Nimphes and Shepheards made Thoughts of their wordes and in the dales Did Himen ioyes and kisses moue Farre sweeter and of more behoue True louers onely did enioy Loues liuely Roses and sweete Flowers Whilst Wily-craft sound alwayes showers Showers of sharpe will and wills annoy Were it in Woodes or Caues for quiet rest The name of Husband still was likâ—d best False wicked World that courrest still With thy base mercenary name The soules chiefe good and dost entice To nourish thought of newfound Will With likelihoodes 〈◊〉 againe Vnbridling euâ—â— secret vice Like to a Net layde by deuice Among 〈◊〉 Flowers and sweetâ— spread 〈◊〉 Thou cloathst vilde thoughtes in 〈…〉 Esteeming seeming goodnesse deedes By which the life with Art deceiue Nor dost thou care this Honor is thy act What theft it be so Loue may hide the fact But thou great Honour great by right Frame famous spirits in our hartes Thou true Lord of each Noble brest O thou that rulest Kinges of might Once turne thee into thâ—se our partes Which wanting thee cannot be blest Make theâ—r from out their mortall rest With mightie and with powerfull stanges Who by a base vnwarthy will Haue left to work thy pleasure still And left the worth of antiqur thinges Let 's hope our ills a truce will one day take And let our hopes not wauer no nor shake Let 's hope the setting sunne will rise againe And that the skyes when they most aarke appeare Do dravv though couer'd after vvished cleare Finis Cho. Act. 4. SCENA 1. Vranio Carino THe place is euer good where any thriues And euery place is natiue to the wise Car. True good Vranio I by proofe can tell That young did leaue my fathers house and sought Strange places out and now turne home graâ— hear'd That earst departed hence with golden lockes Yet is our natiue soyle sweete vnto him That hath his sence Nature doth make it deare Like to the Adamant whom though the Matrinet Carry farre hence sometime where as the Sunne Is borne and sometime where it dyes yet still The hidden vertue where with it beholdes The Northren Pole it neuer doth forgoe So he that goes farre from his natiue soyle And often times in straunger land doth dwell Yet he retaines the loue he to it bore O my Arcadia now I greet thy ground And welcome good Vranio for t' is meete You do partake my ioyes as you haue done my toyle Vra I may pertake your toyle but not
counsell soone to cease desiring When we cannot attaine to our aspiring Mi. Oh were this true could I but this beleeue Thrise happie paine Thrise fortunate distresse But tell me sweet Ergusto tell me true Which is the shepheard whom the starres so friend Ergust Knowst thou not Siluio Montane's onely sonne Dianaes priest that rich and famous shepheard That gallant youth He is the very same Mi. Most happie youth that hast in tender yeares Found fate so ripe I do not enuy thee But plaine my selfe Erg. Nor need you enuy him That pittie more then enuy doth deserue Mi. Pittie and why Erg. Because he loues her not Mi. And liues he hath a hart and is not blinde Or hath she on my wretched hart spent all her flames And her faire eyes blowne all their loues on mee Why should they giue a lemme so precious To one that neither knowes it nor regards it Erg. For that the heauens the health of Arcady Do promise at these nuptialls Know you not How we do stil appease our goddesse wrath Each yeare with guiltlesse blood of some poore Nymphe A mortall and a miserable tribute Mi. T' is newes to mee that am a new inhabitant As 't pleaseth loue and my poore desteny That did before inhabit sauadge woods But what I pray you was that greeuous fault That kindled rage in a celestiall brest Erg. I will report the dolefull tragedy From the beginning of our misery That able are pittie and plaints to drawe From these hard rocks much more from humane brests In that same golden age when holy priesthood and The temples charge was not prohibited To youth A noble swaine Amintas call'd Priest at that time loued Lucrina bright A beauteous Nymphe exceeding faire but therewithall Exceeding false and light Long time she loued him Orat the least she seemed so with fained face Nursing his pure affections with false hopes Whilst she no other suters had But see Th' vnconstant wretch no sooner was she wooed By a rude shepheard but at first assault At his first sighe she yeelded vp her loue Before Amintas dream't of Iealousie At last Amintas was forlorne despide So that the wicked woman would nor see nor heare Him speake now if the wretch did sigh Be thou the iudge that knowst his paine by proofe Mi. Aye me this griefe all other griefs exceeds Er. After he had his heart recouered From his complaints he to his goddesse turnes And praying saves Great Cinthia if I haue At any time kindled with guiltlesse hands The holy flames reuenge thou then for me This broken faith of my vnconstant Nimphe Diana heares the praiers of her priest And straight out-breathing rage she takes her bowe And shootes shafts of mennitable death Into the bowels of Arcadia People of euery sexe of euery age Soone perished no succour could be found T' was bootlesse art to search for remedies For often on the patient the phisitian died One onely remedie did rest which was Strait to the nearest Oracle they went From whom they had an answere verie cleare But aboue measure deadly horrible Which was our Cinthia was displeasd and to Appease herire either Lucrina or some else for her Must by Amintas hands be sacrifiz'd Who when she had long time in vaine complain'd And lookt for helpe from her new friend in vaine Was to the sacred Altars led with solemne pompe A wofull sacrifice Where at those seete Which had pursued her long time in vaine At her betrayed Louers feete she bends Her rtembling knees attending cruell death Amintas stretcheth out the holy sword Seeming to breath from his inflamed lippes Rage and reuenge turning to her his face Speakes with a sigh the messenger of death Lucrina for thy further paines behold What Louer thou hast left and what pursude Iudge by this blow And with that very word Striketh the blade into his wofull brest Falling a sacrifice vpon the sacrifice At such a straunge and cruell spectacle The Nymphe amazed stand twixt life and death Scarce yet assur'd whether she wounded were With griefe or with the sword At last assoone As she recouered had her spright and speech She plaining saies O faithfull valiant loue O too late knowne that by thy death hast giu'n Me life and death at once If t' were a fault To leaue thee so behold I 'le mend it now Eternally vniting both our soules And therewithall she takes the sword all warme With the blood of her too late loued friend And strikes it through her hart falling vpon Amintas that was scarcely dead as yet And felt perchance that fall Such was their ende To such a wretched end did too much loue And too much trechery conduct them both Mi. O wretched Shepheard and yet fortunate That hadst so large and famous scope to showe Thy troth and waken liuely pittie of thy death Within anothers brest But what did follow Was Cinthia pleasd found they a remedie Er. Somewhat it slak't but yet not quite put out For after that a yeare was finished Her rage began a fresh so that of force They driuen were vnto the Oracle To aske new counsell but brought back againe An answere much more wofull then the first Which was to sacrifice them and each after yeare A maid or woman to our angry power Eu'n till the third and past the fourth degree So should ones blood for many satisfie Besides she did vpon th' vnhappie sexe Impose a wretched and a cruell lawe And if you marke their nature in obseruable A law recorded with vermilian blood What euer maid or woman broken had Their faith in loue and were contaminate If they should find none that would die for them They were condemn'd without remission To these our greeuous great calamities The fathers hop'd to finde a happie ende By this desired marriage day For afterward Hauing demaunded of the Oracle What end the heauens prescribed had our ill Answere was giu'n in such like words as these No end there is to that which you offends Till two of heauens issue loue vnite And for the auncient fault of that false wight A faithfull Shepheards pittie make amends Now is there not in all Arcadia Other bowes left of that celestiall roote Saue Amarillis and this Siluio Th' one of Pans seed th' other of Hercules Nor to our mischiefe yet hath neuer hapt That male and female met at any time Till now Therefore good reason Montane hath To hope though all things sort not to the Oracle Yet here 's a good foundation laid the rest High fates haue in their bosomes bred And will bring forth at this great marriage day Mi. O poore Mirtillo wretched man So many cruell enemies such warres To worke my death cannot great Loue suffice But that the Fates their armes will exercise Er. This cruell loue Mirtillo feeds himselfe With teares and griefe but 's neuer satisfide I promise thee to set my wits a worke That the faire Nymphe shall heare thee speake Le ts goe These burning sighes do
We ought to vse whilst it we haue Time flies Away and yeares come on our youth once lost We like cut flowres neuer grow fresh againe And to our hoary haires loue well may runne But Louers will our wrinkled skinnes still shunne Ama. Thou speakest this Corisca me to trie Not as thou think'st I am sure But be assur'd Except thou show'st some meanes how I may shun This marriage bonds my thought 's irreuocable And I resolued am rather to die Then any way to spot my chastitie Co. I haue not seene so obstinate a foole But since you are resolu'd I am agreed But tell me do you thinke your Siluio is As true a friend to faith as you to chastitie Ama. Thou mak'st me smile Siluio a friend to faith How can that be hee 's enemy to loue Co. Siluio an enemy to loue O foole These that are nice put thou no trust in them Loues theft is neuer so securely done As hidden vnder vaile of honestie Thy Siluio loues good Sister but not thee Ama. What goddesse is she for she cannot bee A mortall wight that lighted hath his loue Co. Nor goddesse nor a Nimph. Ama. What do you tell Co. Know you Lisetta Ama. She that your cattell keeps Co. Eu'n she Ama. Can it be true Co. That same 's his hart Ama. Sure hee 's prouided of a daintie Loue. Co. Each day he faines that he on hunting goes Ama. I eu'ry morning heare his cursed horne Co. About noone-time when others busie are He his companions shuns and comes alone By a backe way vnto my garden there Where a shadow hedge doth close it in There doth she heare his burning sighes his vowes And then she tells me all and laughes at him Now heare what I thinke good to doo Nay I Haue don 't for you alreadie You know the law That tyes vs to our faith doth giue vs leaue Finding our spowses in the act of perfidie Spite of our friends the marriage to denie And to prouide vs of an other if we list Ama. That know I well I haue examples two Leucipp to Ligurine Armilla to Turingo Their faith once broke they tooke their owne again Co. Now heare Lisetta by my appointment hath Promist to meet th'vnwary Louer here In thiâ—same Caue and now he is the best Contented youth that liues attending but the houre There would I haue you take him I le be there To beare you witnesse oft't for else we worke In vaine so are you free from this same noisome knot Both with your honour and your fathers too Ama. Oh braue inuentioÌ„ good Corisca what 's to do Co. Obserue my words In midst of this same caue Vpon the right hand is a hollow stone I know not if by Art or nature made A litle Caue all linde with Iuy leaues To which a litle hole aloft giues light A fit and thankfull receptacle for loues theft Preuent their comming and attend them there I le haste Lisetta forward and as soone As I perceiue your Siluio enter so will I Step you to her and as the custome is Wee le carry both vnto the Priest and there dissolue This marriage knot Ama. What to his father Co. What matter 's that Think you Montanus dare His priuate to a publike good compare Ama. Then closing vp mine eyes I let my selfe Be ledde by thee my deare my faithfull guide Co. But do not stay now enter me betime Ama. I 'le to the Tâ—mple first and to the Gods My prayers make without whose aide no happy end Can euer sort to mortall enterprise Co. All places Amarillis temples are To hearts deuout you 'le slacke your time too much Ama. Time's neuer lost in praying vnto them That do commaund the time Co. Go then dispatch Now if I erre not am I at good passe Onely this staying troubles me yet may it helpe I must goe make new snares to traine in Coridon I le make him thinke that I will meet him there And after Amarillis send him soone Then by a secret way I le bring Dianaes Priests Her shall they finde and guiltie doome to death My riuall gone Mirtillo sure is mine See where he comes Whilst Amarillis stayes Ile somewhat trie him Loue now once inspire My tongue with words my face with heau'nly fire Sce. 6. Mirtillo Corisca HEre weeping sprights of hell new torments heare New sorts of paine a cruell mind behold Included in a looke most mercifull My loue more fierce then the infernall pit Because my death cannot suffice to glut Her greedie will and that my life is but A multitude of deathes commaund me liue That to them all my life might liuing giue Co. I le make as though I heard him not I heare A lamentable voyce plaine hereabouts I wonder who it is oh my Mirtillo Mir. So would I were a naked shade or dust Co. How feele you now your selfe after your long Discourse with your so dearely loued Nymph Mir. Like a weake sick man that hath long desir'd Forbidden drinke at last gets it vnto his mouth And drinks his death ending at once both life thirst So I long sicke burn't and consumed in This amorous drought froÌ„ two faire fountains that Ice do distill from out a rockie braine Of an indurate heart Haue drunke the poyson that my life will kill Sooner then halfe of my desire fulfill Co. So much more mightie waxeth loue as from Our hearts the force is he receiues deare Mirtillo For as the Beare is wont with licking to giue shape To her mishapen brood that else were helplesse borne Eu'n so a Louer to his bare desire That in the birth was shapelesse weake and fraile Giuing but forme and strength begetteth loue Which whilst t' is young and tender then t' is sweet But waxing to more yeares more cruell growes That in the end Mirtillo an mueterate affect Is euer full of anguish and defect For whilst the mind on one thought onely beates It waxeth thicke by being too much fixt So loue that should be pleasure and delight Is turn'd to malancholy and what worser is It proues at last or death or madnesse at the least Wherefore wise is that heart that often changeth loue Mir. Ere I change will or thought chang'd must my life Be into death for though the beautious Amarillis Be most cruell yet is she all my life Nor can this bodies bulke at once containe More then one heart more then one soule retaine Co. O wretched shepheard ill thou knowst to vse Loue in his kind loue one that hates thee one That flies from thee fie man I had rather die Mir. As gold in fire so saith in griefe 's refinde Nor can Corisca amâ—rous constancie Shewe his great power but thorough crueltie This onely rests amongst my many griefes My sole content doth my heart burne or die Or languish ne're so much light are the paines Plaints torments sighes exile and death it selfe For such a cause for such a sweet respect That life before my faith
high heauenly skie Or rather his who did their spangled gowne So gorgious make vnto our mortall eye What hath it which a Womans beautie push not downe In his vast brow a monstrous Cicloplike It onely one eye hath Which to beholding gazers giues no light But rather doth with terrour blindnesse strike Yf it do sigh or speake t' is like the wrath Of an enraged Lion that would fight And not the skies alone but euen poore fieldes Are blasted with the flames his lightning weildes Whilst thou with Lampes most sweete And with an amorous angelicke light Of two Sunnes visible that neuer meete Dost alwayes the tempesteous troubled spright Of thy beholder quiet and delight Sound motion light that beautie doth assume State daintinesse and valew do aright Mixe such a harmony in that farre sight That skyes themselues with vanitie presume Yf lesse then Paradice those skies do shine To Paragon with thee thing most deuine Good reason hath that soueraigne creature nam'd A Man to whom all mortall thinges do how If thee beholding higher cause allow And yeeld to bee What though he rule and triumph truely fam'd It is not for high powers more worth do see In him then is in thee Either of scepter or of victorie But for to make thee farre more glorious stand Because the Conqurour thou dost commaund And sâ—'t must bee for mans humanitie Is subiect still to Beauties deutie Who will not trust this but contrary saith Let him behold Mirtilloes wondrous fayth Yet Woman to thy worth this is a staine Loue is made loue so hopelesly and vaine SCE. 1. Corisea SO fixed was my hart and whole intent In bringing of this Deere vnto the bow That I forgotten had my dearest heire That brutish villaine robd me of Oh how I grieud With such a price to purchace mine escape But t' was of force to get out of the handes Of that same senceles beast who though he haue Lesse hart then any Conny hath yet might he do Me many iniuries and many skornes I alwayes him despisd whilst he had blood In any of his vaines like a Horse-leach I suckt him still Now doth it grieue him that I haue giu'n o're to loue him still iust cause he had If one could loue a most vnlouely Beast Like hearbes that earst were got for holsome vse The iuice drawne out they rest vnprofitable And like a stinking thing we them despise So him when I had what so ere was good suckt out From him how should I vse but throw the saples trunke Vnto the dunghill heape Now will I see Yf Coridon be gotten close into the Caue What newes is this I see Sleepe I or do I wake I am assurd this Caues mouth erst was ope How close t is shut How is this auncient Stone Rould downe was it an Earthquake since Yet would I know if Coridon were there With Amarillis then car'd I little for the rest Certaine hee 's there for t is a good while since Lisetta gaue him word Who knowes the contrary T' may be Mirtillo moued with disdaine Hath done this deed hee had hee but my minde Could onely haue perform'd this rare exployte Well by the Mountaines way will I go see And learne the troth of all how it hath past SCE. 2. Dorinda Linco LInco I am assur'd thou knowst me not Lin. Who would haue thought that in these rusty rags Gentle Dorinda had been euer hid Were I some Dogge as I but Linco am Vnto thy cost I should thee know too well VVhat do I see Dor. Linco thou seest great loue VVorking effectes both strange and miserable Lin. One like thy selfe so soft so tender yet That wer't but now as one would say a babe And still me thinkes it was but yesterday Since in mine armes I had thee little wretch Ruling thy tender cryes and taught thee too To call thy Father Dad thy Mother Mamme When in your house I was a Seruant hir'd Thou that so like a fearefull Doe wa' st wont To feare earch thing before thou feltst this loue Why on a sodaine thee would scarre each blast Each Bird that stird a bush each Mouse that from Her hole did run each Leafe would make thee start Now wandrest all alone by hills by woodes Fearing no Beast that hauntes the Forrestes wilde Dor. Wounded with Loue who feares another hurt Lin. Loue had great power that could not onely thee Into a Man but to a Wolfe transeforme Dor. O Linco could'st thou but see here within There should'st thou see a lyuing Wolfe deuoure My wretched soule like to a harmeles Lambe Lin. And who 's that Wolfe Siluio Do. Ah thou hast said Lan. Thou for he is a Wolfe hast changd thy selfe Into a Wolfe because no humane lookes Could mooue his loue perhaps this beastes yet mought But tell me where had'st thou these cloathes so ragd Do. I 'le tell thee true to day I went betime There where I heard that Siluio did intend A noble hunting to the sauage Boore At Erimantus foote where Eliceit Puts vp his head not farre off from the lawnd That from the hill is seuer'd by discent I found Melâ—mpo my faire Siluioes Dogge Whose thirst I thinke had drawne him to that place I that each thing of Siluio held full deare Shade of his shape and footsteps of his feete Much more the Dogge which he so dearely lou'd Him straightway tooke and hee without adoo Like to some gentle Cade came quietly with mee Now whilst I cast this Dogge to reconuey Home to his Lord and mine hoping to make A conquest of his loue by guift so deare Behold he comes seeking his footsteps out And heere he stayes Deare Linco I will not Leese further time in telling euery thing That twixt vs past but briefly to dispatch After a heape of faigned vowes and wordes The cruell Boy fled from me straight away In ire'full mood with his thrice-happy Dogge And with my deare and sweetest sweete reward Lin. Oh desperate Siluio Oh cruell Boy What didst thou then Disdaind'st thou not his deed Dor. As if the heate of his disdaine had been Of loue vnto my hart the greatest fire So by his rage increased my desire Yet still pursuing him vnto the chace Keeping my broken way I Lupus met Heere thought I good with him to change my cloathes And in his seruile habite me to hide That mongst the Swaines I for a Swaine might passe And at my pleasure see my Silaâ—o Lin. Went'st thou to hunt in likenesse of a Woolfe Seene by the Dogges and yet returnâ—â—'st safe Domida thou hast done 〈◊〉 Do 〈◊〉 No wonder t' is the Doggeâ— could do no harme Vnto their Maisters 〈…〉 There stood I 〈…〉 sort Of neighbour 〈…〉 Rather to see the 〈…〉 At euery 〈…〉 Beast My hart did quake 〈…〉 My soule step 〈…〉 But my chiefe hope the 〈…〉 disterb'd Of that immeasurable Boore 〈…〉 Like as the rau'nous strength of 〈◊〉 storme In little time bringes trees and rockes to ground So by his tuskes
in whom nought good it Goddesse A Goddesse no the Concubine of Mars In whom 〈◊〉 doth wholly lye â—holly a lye O fine thy tongue doth 〈…〉 Wilt thou come foorth thou doâ—â— but darkly dare y dare I helde thee for a coward 〈◊〉 art thou a 〈…〉 Dost thou that title brauely skorne y skorne O God then art thou Vulâ—aâ—es sonne by that Lame Smith begot God A God of what of Winds madd with base â—â—earth earth God of the earth makes thou thy foes to rue t'â—ue VVith what dost thou still punish those that striue And obstinately do contende with Loue with Loue. Nay soft when shall crook't Loue tell me good foole Enter my brest I warrent t' is too straight straight What shall I fall in loue so sodainely sodainely What is her name that I must then adore Dore. Dorindâ— foole thou canst not speake out yet But dost not thou meane herâ— ee'n her Dorinda whom I hate but who shall force my willâ— I will What weapons wilt thou vse perhaps thy Bow thy Bow My Bow not till it be by thy leawd folly broken broken My broken armes incounter me and who Shall breake them thou thou Fie fie thou art drunke goe sleepe goe sleepe but stay These maruailes must be done but wheare heare O foole and I am gone how thou art loden with Wit-robbing Grapes that grew vpon the Vine Diuine But soft I see or els mee thinkes I see Something that 's like a Woolfe in yonder Groue T' is sure a Woolfe How monstrous great it is This day for me is destenied to prayse Good Goddesse with great fauours dost thou shew To triumph in one day ouer two Beastes In thy great name I loose this shaft the swiftest and The sharpest which my Qâ—iueâ— holdes Great Archeresse direct thou my right hand And here I vow to sacrifize the spoyles Vnto thy name O daintie blow blow falne Eu'n where my hand and eye it destenyed Ah that I had my Dart it to dispatch Before it get into the Woodes away But heere be Stones what need I any else Heere 's scarcely one I need none now heere is Another Shaft will pierce it to the quicke What 's this I see vnhappie Siluio I'haue shot a Shepheard in a Woluish shape O bitter chaunce O euer miserable 〈…〉 thinkes I know the wretch ti 's Linco that Doth hold him vp Oh deadly shaft Oh most Vnhappie Vow I guiltie of anothers blood I thus the causer of anothers death I that haue been so liberall of my life So large a spender of my blood for others health So cast away thy weapons and go liue All glorilesse But see where he doth come A great deale lesse vnhappy then thy selfe SCE. 9. Linco Siluio Dorinda LEane thou thy selfe my Daughter on this arme Vnfortunate Dorinda Sil. O mee Dorinda I am dead Dor. O Linco Lâ—nco Oh my second father Sil. It is Dorinda sure Ah voyce ah sight Dor. Dorinda to sustaine Linco hath been A fatall office vnto thee thou hardst The first cryes that I euer gaue on earth And thou shalt heare the latest of my death And these thine Armes that were my Cradle once Shall be my Coffin now Lin. O child more deare Then if thou wer 't mine owne I cannot speake Griefe hath my wordes dissolued into teares Sil. On earth hold ope thy iawes and swallow mee Do. Oh stay both pace and plaint good Linco for The one my griefe my wound the other doth increase Sil. Oh what a hard reward most wretched Nimph Had thou receiued for thy wondrous loue Lin. Be of good cheere thy wound not mortall is Dor. I but Dorinda mortall wil be quickly dead But dost thou know who t' is hath wounded me Lin. Let vs care for the sore not for the essence For neuer did Reuenge yet heale a wound Sil. Why stay I still Shall I stay whilst they see me Haue I so bold a face Fly Siluio fly The punishment of that reuengefull sight Fly the just edge of her sharpe cutting voice I cannot fly fatall necessitie doth hold Me heere an I makes me seeke whom most I ought to shunne Dor. Why Linco must I die Not knowing who hath giuen me my death Lin. It Siluio is Dor. Pâ—â—â—so Lin. I know his shaft Dor. On happie issue of my liues last end If I be shune by such a louely friend Lin. See where he is with countenance him accusing Now heauens be praysd y' are at good passe VVith this your bowe and shaftes omnipotent Hast thou not like a cunning Wood-man shot Tell mee thou that of Silâ—â—â— liust was it not I That shot this daintie shoote Oh Boy too wise Hadst thou beleeu'd this foolish aged man Had it not better been Answere me wretch What can thy life be worth if thee do die I know thou 'st say thou thoughtst t' haue shot a Woolfe As though it were no fault to shoote Not knowing carelesse wandring chi'd if t' were A man or beast thou shotst at what Heardsman or What Plougsman dost thou see attyr'd in other cloathes Ah Siluio Siluio who euer soweth wiâ—t so greene Doth euer reape ripe fruite of ignorance Thinke you vaine Boy this chaunce by chaunce did come Neuer without the powers deuine did such like happen Heauen is enrag'd at your supportlesse spight To loue and deepe despising so humane affectes Gods will not haue companions on the earth They are not pleasd with this austeritie Now thou art dumbe thou wert not wont t' indure Do. Siluio let Linco speake he doth not know What sou'raignâ—tie thou o're Dorinda hast In life and death by the great power of Loue. If thou hast shot me thou hast shot thine owne Thou hitst the marke that 's proper to thy shaft These handes that wounded me haue follow'd right The ayme of thy faire eyes Siluio behold her whom Thou hatest so behold her as thou wouldst Thou wouldst me wounded haue wounded I am Thou wish't me dead I ready am for death What wouldst thou more What can I giue thee more Ah cruell Boy thou neuer wouldst beleeue The wound by thee Loue made canst thou deny That which thy hand hath done thou neuer sawst The blood mine eyes did shed seest thou this then That gusheth from my side but if with pittie now All gentlenesse and valoure be not spent Do not denie me cruell soule I pray At my last gaspe one poore and onely sigh Death should be blest if thou but thus wouldst say Goe rest in peace poore soule I humbly pray Sil. Ah my Dorinda shall I call thee mine That art not mine but when I thee must loose And when thou â—ast thy death receiued by mee Not when I might haue giu'n thee thy life Yet will I call thee mine that mine shalt bee Spight of my fortune and since with thy life I cannot haue thee I 'le haue thee in death All that thou seest in me is ready for reuenge I kilde thee with these weapons with the same I 'le kill my selfe I cruell
could finde her out And fearefull signes and monstrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt As dolorous to vs as strange and rare Not seene since we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde The first beginning of our miserie Diana swet out blood the Earth did shake The sacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling And dire deadly cries Withall it breath'd out such a stinking mist As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worse And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende The whilst Mirtillo wondrous thing to tell Offer'd by his owne death to giue her life Crying vnbind those handes vnworthie striges And in her steed that should be sacrifiz'd Vnto Diana draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis Ti. O admirable deede of faythfull loue And noble hart Nu. Now heare a miracle Shee that before so fearefull was to die Chaung'd on the sodaine by Mirtilloes wordes Thus answeres with a bold vndaunted hart Think'st thou my deare then by thy death to gaine Life to her death that by thy life doth liue O miracle vniust on Ministers on on why do you stay Leade me foorthwith vnto mine end I le no such pittie I Mirtill replies Liue cruell pitteous loue My hart his spightfull pittie doth reproue To me it longes to die Nay then to me She answeres that by Law condemned am And heere anew begins a wondrous strife As though that life were death and death were life O soules well borne O couple worthy of Eternall honour neuer dying prayse O liuing and o dying glorious louers Had I so many tongues so many voyces As Heauen hath eyes or Ocean sea hath sandes All would be dumbe and hoarse in setting out Their wondrous and incomprehended prayse Eternall Childe of heauen O glorious Dame That mortall deedes enchroniclest to time Write thou this Historie and it infold In solid Diamond with wordes of gold Ti. But what end had this mortall quarrell then Nun. Mirtillo vanquisheth O rare debate Where dead on lyuing getts the victorie The Priest speakes to your Child be quiet Nimph We cannot change this doome for he must die That offers death our Law commaunds it so And after bids your Daughter should be kept Least griefes extreame should bring her desperate death Thus stood the state When Montane sent me for thee Ti. In sooth t is true sweete scented Flowers shall cease To dwell on Riuers bankes and Woodes in Spring Shall be without their Leaues before a Mayde Adorn'd with youth shall set sweete Loue at naught But if we stay still heere how shall we know When it is time vnto the Church to go Nun. Heere best of all for in this place alas Shall the good Shepheard sacrifized be Ti. And why not in the Church Nu. Because there where The fault is done the punishment must be Ti. And why not in the Caue there was the fault Nun. Because to open skyes it mus be hallow'd Ti. And how knowst thou all these misteriall rites Nun. From the High-priest who from Tireno had them For true Amintas and vntrue Lucrine Were sacrifized so But now t is time to goe See where the sacred Pempe softly descendes T were well done of vs by this other way To go vnto the Temple to thy daughter Finis Sce. 2. Act. 5. ACTVS 5 SCE. 3. Chorus of Shepheards Chorus of Priestes Montanus Mirtillo Chorus of Shep. OH daughter of great Joue sister of Phebus bright Thou second Titan to the blinder world that giuest light Cho. Pri. Thou that with thy well temper'd vitall ray Thy brothers wondrous heate doth well allay Which mak'st sweete Nature happely bring foorth Rich firtile birthes of Hearbes of Beastes of Men As thou his heate dost quench so calme thine ire That sets Arcadiaes wretched hartes on fire Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Yea sacred Priestes the Aulters ready make Shepheardes deuout reiterate your soundes And call vpon the name of our great Goddesse Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. Mon. Now Shepheards stand aside nor you my seruants Come not neare except I call for you Valiant young man that to giue life els where Abandonest thine owne die comforted thus farre T' is but a speedie sigh which you must passe For so seemes death to noble minded sprightes That once perform'd this enuious age With thousandes of her yeeres shall not deface The memorie of such a gentle deed But thou shalt liue the example of true fayth But for the Law commaundes thee sacrifiz'd To dye without a word Before thou kneelst If thou hast ought to say say it and hold thy peace For euer after that Mir. Father let it be lawfull that I call thee so For though thou gau'st not yet thou tak'st my life My bodie to the ground I do bequeath my soule To her that is my life But if she die As she hath threatned to do aye mee What part of me shall then remaine aliue Oh death were sweete if but my mortall parts Might die and that my soule did not desire the same But if his pittie ought deserues that dyes For soueraigne pittie then courteous father Prouide she do not die and with that hope More comforted I le pay my destenies Though with my death you me from her disioyne Yet make her liue that she may me retaine Mon. Scarse I containe from teares ô frayle mankind Be of good cheare my sonne I promise thy desire I sweare it by this head this hand take thou for pledge Mir. Then comforted I die all comforted To thee my Amarillis do I come Soule of the faythfull Shepheard as thine owne Do thou receiue for in thy loued name My wordes and life I will determine straight So now to death I kneele and hold my peace Mon. On sacred Ministers kindle the flame With Frankensence and Mirrhe and Incense throw thereon That the thicke vapoure may on high ascend Cho. Sh. O daughter of great Ioue c. ACT. 5. SCE. 4. Carino Montanio Nicander Mirtillo Chorus of Shepheards Car. WHat Countrymen are here so brauely furnished Almost all in a Liuerie Oh what a show Is heere how rich how full of pome it is Trust mee I thinke it is some Sacrifize Mon. Reach mee Nicander the golden Bason That containes the iuice of Bacchus fruite Ni. Behold t' is ready here Mon. So may this faultles blood Thy brest Oh sacred Goddesse mollifie As do these falling droppes of Wine extinguish This blasing flame So take the Bason there Giue me the siluer Ewer now Ni. Behold the Ewer M. So may thine anger cease with that same faithles Nimph Prouok't as doth this fire this falling streame extinguish Car. This is some Sacrifize but where 's the holocaust Mon. Now all is fit there wantes nought but the end Giue me the Axe Ca. If I be not deceiu'd I see a thing that by his backe seemeth a man He kneeles he is perhappes the holocaust