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A66089
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Astræa, or, True love's myrrour a pastoral / composed by Leonard Willan.
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Willan, Leonard.
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1651
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Wing W2262; ESTC R6521
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desir'd It in It self contains Hylas So so this proves my Grandames Saying true Of one Error another doth ensue If Lovers to their Lov'd we chang'd could see Then I not Hylas but Phillis should be Syl••nder That follows not for you do not her love But such Effects I in Diana prove Hylas Is not your Hat become her Hood Looks on his hat Sylvander Oh fie You know 't is not my Hat that love's 't is I. Hylas A modest Sepherdess and Breeches wear 'T is very strange Sylvander Thus I these doubts will clear It is the Soul all Actions doth produce The Body but the instrument for her use So that 't being the Soul which only loves 'T is the Soul onely Transformation proves Hylas But since I love the Body with the Mind Why do not I now my self Phillis find Sylvander It is Equality that Love begets The Body Soul's inferior it not admits The Soul onely the Soul can love But see A more plain Reason for this Unity The Understanding Will and Memory Are said the Soul in ev'ry Faculty Of only what we know can Love remain The knowledge and thing known are but the same Like Transformation doth each Function prove Since they all joyn th' Affection but to move Will to the will'd the Memory is brought Into the thing whereon 't imploys the Thought If thus each Function then must needs the Whole Transmute it self into the loved Soul Hylas You fetch this far yet this not much avails Since still the Bodies Transformation fails Sylvander Phillis Body of her 's no part for dead Not that 't is but was Phillis 't would be sed Hylas Unite me to her Body take the Rest And see which of them both shall please us best Phillis They advance to the far side of the Theater You have too long withheld us Night draws near Sylvander Hah a Temple whose Inscription doth bear From hence far far avoid all ye Are untouch't with Love's purit• Within this sacred Grove each day Burneth a true immolish't Heart Which liveth onely by loves Art T' adore the Goddess Astraea Diana Is this the place y'intended us to lead Sylvander I ne're before on it did ever tread I have mistook that way Phillis May we draw nigh Sylvander Not without Rev'rence to this Deity Thou divne Pow'r who herein worship't art Make •••••ance to the •emple and goes in Accept as thou requir'st so pure a Heart Hylas I do suspect my own Love's purity He hath so oft told me the Contrary Phillis Why how now Servant is your Love so weak They enter while Hyl•• lies dow• a• the door It forceth you our Company to break Hylas It is an Argument of my Piety No jesting Mistris with a Deity Sylvander The table of Love's laws which to imbrace He takes ou• a •able and •eads He doth command on penalty of Disgrace Who will a perfect Lover be Must what he loves love inf•nitely Extremity gives Love the prize Mediocrity therein doth rise Rather from wa•'•ing Treachery Then from a firm Fidelity That he ne're love but in one place Which Love as a God let him imbrace That he adore It above all Nor thereof but one object shall That ev'ry Bliss such do pretend Still in and for that subject End All Pleasure he in it confine And that he fix his chief design Unto that service which t' increase Self proper Love in him must cease Unless as lov'd of 's loves Object Himself h'esteem for her Respect Hylas I do believe what thou hast read is ta'ne From whence 't was hatch't thy melancholy Brain Which thou ventest as from this Diety To give thereto better Authority Sylvander That might well be if none could read but I. Hylas Confirm me with the sight thereof Sylvander Not I If your Body this holy place prophane Their holier Laws much more your Eyes will stain Phillis Hydas steals forth the table where •nseen he alters them 'T is Celadons hand Diana And that Picture we see Upon the Altar should Astraeas be Phillis Then 't is an Argument h' is yet alive Astraea My dying Sorrow do not again revive Phillis This rather is a cause of Joy then Grief Astraea If you make him alive in my Belief And prove it not he is twice slain to me Sylvander Our Druy'ds do teach us this Divinity Those Bodies on earth unburie'd remain Their Souls still wander up and down the same Such may be his whose body being drown'd Could not b' interr'd 'cause it could not be found Yet in this Case the Ceremonies will Appease his Ghost if all rights we fullfill Astraea Which my sad Piety shall undertake Diana A Druy'd there is hard by le ts thither make Hylas Mistris I see here dwels some Diety I feel a scruple of m' Impiety In Love and would an unfaign'd Convert be If that the Tables Lawes I might but see Phillis Why you have heard them Hylas From an Enemy Against me fram'd of Contrariety Diana That is but just Sylvander Though unprofitable To fix a mind s'extreamly vari'able Hylas Wilt thou ingage thy self with me by vow What is therein to follow and allow Sylvander I will dispense with yours Love is my tye Hylas Phillis brings the •able to him and he reads And what I find therein such Ties will I If thou wilt perfect lover be What thou lov'st love not inf'nitely Sylvander Read right Shepherd Hylas Mistris do you oresee Else he 'l suspect 't is but my Trechery Phillis overlookes him Med'ocrity gives love the prise Extremity therin doth rise Rather from a selfe Treachery Then from a firme Fidelity Sylvander Can it be so Phillis I 'me sure so I it find Sylvander Then you must make me beleeve I was blind Hylas Mistrists had I not Reason to suspect And you Shepherd to your vow have Respect Diana Here 's that will end the Diff'rence oh Deceit Diana looking on the table finds the deceit Neither need fail here each reads his Conceit Both what 't was and is Sylvander It must repair'd be With his own hand All E•••t To that we all agree A SONG THe purest love that ere adorn'd the Earth Sung in the in•ermis•••• Lies buri'ed in a wave Thus what gave to his Beauteous Mother birth Gives him untimely Grave The Reason We suppose is palpable So purely burn't his Flame A Sea of floods was only capable To extinguish the same Rest gentle Ghost to consummate thy Night And gentle Earth unto his Bones be light Farewell Celadon Celadon farewell Our Dolefull Notes thus ring thy sun'rall Knell Scene 3. Act 3. Adamas Alexis Leonida Adamas Celadon in vestal habit Leonida encounters them To Leonida WHat Musick 's that which so far off we hear Leonida My haste to you doth that Relation bear Astraea this your Guest believing dead Thus celebrates his Fun'ral in yo• Mead Adamas 'T is better still to further our Intent Leonida VVhich finished their Course is hither bent To visit this our fair disguised Druy'd Alexis