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Virtus rediviva a panegyrick on our late King Charles the I. &c. of ever blessed memory. Attended, with severall other pieces from the same pen. Viz. [brace] I. A theatre of wits: being a collection of apothegms. II. Fœnestra in pectore: or a century of familiar letters. III. Loves labyrinth: a tragi-comedy. IV. Fragmenta poetica: or poeticall diversions. Concluding, with a panegyrick on his sacred Majesties most happy return. / By T.F.
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Forde, Thomas.
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Pes Good Doren be my friend to Menaphon And mind him of his former love to me Or I shall learn at last to slight him too Dor. Ay ay he has a sister just such another As himself I 'm zure she has e'en broken My poor heart in twain and if it be Piec'd again it will never be handsom Exeunt Scaen. 8. Enter Lamedon How happy are these shepherds here they live Content and know no other cares but how To tend their flocks and please their Mistris best They know no strife but that of love they spend Their days in mirth and when they end sweet sleeps Repay and ease the labours of the day They need no Lawyers to decide their jars Good herbs and wholsom diet is to them The onely Aesculapius their skill Is how to save not how with art to kill Pride and ambition are such strangers here They are not known so much as by their names Their sheep and they contend in innocence Which shall excell the Master or his flocks With honest mirth and merry tales they pass Their time and sweeten all their cares Whilst Courts are fill'd with waking thoughtful strife Peace and content do crown the shepherds life Finis Act. 3. Act. 4. Scaene 1. Enter King of Thessaly and his daughter Euriphila Kin. DAughter it is enough we will it see You shew your dutie in obeying us Since I have made choise of him for my Son Accept him for your husband He 's a man Ancient in virtues although young in yeares He 's one whose worth is far beyond his age Eur. Father it grieves me that the cross Fates have Forc'd me to hate the man you so much love Cupid hath struck me with his leaden dart I cannot force my own affections Kin. How 's this you hate him whom I love can he Be th' object of your hate who is alone The subject of my love and reverence He whom the gods in mercie have design'd The happy Successor unto my crown And to your love Bethink your self again Eur. Great Sir the gods themselves are subject to That little deitie of love can I Withstand his power or love against his will Force cannot work on love which must be free And uncompell'd else can it not be true Nor lasting Sir urge me no more in vain Kin. What a strange change is here Your will was wont Freely to stoop to all my just desires Is it now grown so stiff 't will not be bent By my commands I know thou dost but feign Eur. I would obey your will could I command Mine own affections or chuse my love Kin Do it or else by Jove whom I present ll punish thy neglect I cannot think Thy words and thoughts agree Surely to love Is natural why then not to love him Whom nature made to be belov'd He hath Artillery enough about him to take in The stoutest heart at the first summons Well Think on 't Euriphila when I am gone I 'll leave thee here Lovers are best alone Exit Scaen. 2. Eur. How rarely have I play'd this part hid My love under a mask of hate but now Me thinks I feel the fiâ—e of love to rage More fiercely in my breast for being kept So close it will break out too soon I must Invert the course of love and woo him first Enter Plusidippus He comes and fitly Cupid instruct me now To war and conquer in this bloodless fight That wins the field by flight and not by force Yet must I veil my love still and seem coy Till by a false retreat I make him fall Into those snares I set and wish him in What means this bold intrusion do'st befit You to intrude into my privacies Plu. Lady the fault 's not mine fortune hath led Me to this place mine ignorance I hope Will plead mine innocence As I have found Your Royal Fathers noble favours far Exceed my hopes or my requital let Not your frownes strike dead whom he hath rais'd To life crueltie cannot lodge within That tender breast was onely made for Love Eur. Dare you presume to talk of love to me Am I a mate fit for your choice Be gone And seek some shrub may fit your lowness best Plu. Madam this storm becomes you not It is Degenerate from your noble Fathers strain I cannot think this should proceed from one That is the Heir to his name and worth Eur. My fathers ears shall ring with this that he Hath warm'd a viper which would bite him now And entertain'd a guest would rob his host Plu. Lady my spirit tels me that my birth Is not so base as you conceit I mean To try my spirit and my fortunes in Mars his Camp but not in Venus Courts Since nature's so unkind as not to let Me know what honour I was born unto I 'll win some to my name by actions which Shal speak me noble I had thought t' have made You the fair goddess at whose shrine I meant T' have offer'd up and sacrific'd my self And all my services but cause you prove So rough I will not harbour here but seek The world through for an altar worthy of My labours So fair proud farewel Exit Eur. Art gone I did not well to tempt a part I knew not how to act to hide a flame I could not well conceal for hereby have I drove him quite away Euriphila Thou wer 't too blame Well I will after him And try if I can fetter him with gifts Whom love cannot entangle Mars is his god Not Venus once more will I try and shew Him plainly how I love him Juno help And thou O little deitie of Love Besiege the castle of his stubborn breast Bend all thy batteries unto his heart Make it the mark of all thy golden darts Let him no more resist but know thy power That Mars with all his armour nor his forts Castles or coats of mail can fence him from Thy little piercing shafts which wound unseen And I will try what work a womans arts Can make against these stubborn warriors hearts Exit Scaen. 3. Enter Samela I have but one heart to bestow and that Must not be Menaphon's mine eyes do fix On Melecertus the best counterfeit Of my lost Maximus I cannot yet Think on that name but it doth seem to chide My hasty choise and drown my love in tears She weeps Enter Menaphon Men. What mean these sudden passions Samela Hast thou not here all thou canst wish what dost Thou want can make one happy but content Sam. 'T is true I nothing want that a poor wretch Can wish for but this happiness doth mind Me of my fore-past happiness that 's lost Is 't possible the vein of true love can Be broken and the wound not bleed afresh At every thought Alas my heart 's so full Of tears and grief that some will over-flow Men. Had thy tears power to raise the dead again Then were they lawful and commendable But since that tears are