Swain So proud but sighs for her and sighs in vain To have this matchless bright Divinity By Destiny and Gods reserved for Thee Nay thrown into thy Arms without one sigh or tear And thou unworthy not to value her Silv. Love the dull Fetter of all slavish souls No such weak power my free-born mind controuls Lync Oh Silvio hadst thou tryed Love once found In Mutual Lovers what true Joys abound I know thou'dst say Oh Love the sweetest Guest Why hast thou been a stranger to this Breast Leave leave the Woods leave following Beasts fond Boy And follow Love Silv. Love an unmanly Joy Keep they those Pleasures to themselves alone Who find a Soul in 'em for I find none Lync No Soul in Love the Worlds great Soul Dull Youth Too soon beleiv't thou'lt find this pow'rful Truth Perchance too late for he 'l be sure before We dye to make us all once feel his pow'r And be assur'd worse torment none can prove Than in old Limbs the Youthful Itch of Love Old Men In Love are doubly wrackt both with the sense Of their Youths Pride and Ages Impotence Silv. Must then my Youth for glorious actions lent Be on dull Woman prodigally spent For those Chimeras in a Lovers head Those strange Elysiums by Mens Feavours bred Lync Tell me if in this pleasing month of May When Earth is drest in all her rich array Instead of bladed Fields Brooks uncontrol'd Green Woods and painted Meads thou should'st behold Bald Fields and Meads Brooks bound with Ice the Pine The Beech the Ash the Oak the Elme the Vine And Poplar-like inverted Sceletons Stand desolate ratling their naked bones Wouldst thou not say Nature is out of Tune The World is sick and like to dye in June Now turn thy Eyes into thy self and see How ill thy Passions with thy Youth agree Behold a much more monstrous Novelty Then this would seem in Nature Courteous Heaven To every Age has proper humours given And as in Old Men Love absurdly shews So Young Men Enemies to Love oppose Nature and Heaven Look Silvio round about Examine this whole Universe throughout All that is fair or good here or above Is either Lover or the work of Love Sylv. How canst thou with such trecherous Arts perswade And thus the freedom of my Soul invade Was it for this I had my tender years Committed to the care of thy grey hairs That thou shouldst thus Effeminâ—…te my heart With Love Know'st who I am or who thou arâ—… Lynco Thou art a Man or should'st be one and I Another what I teach Humanity And if thou scornest that name which is thy Pride Take heed instead of being Deified Thou turn not Beast Silv. That Monster-taming King From whom my lofty Pedigree I bring Had never been thus Valiant nor thus Famed If first the Monster Love he had not tamed And his great deeds by Glorys Standart framed Lync See foolish Youth how weak thy Reasons prove Had great Alcides never been in Love How then had'st thou been born If he o're came Monsters and Men to Love impute his Fame To Love his Conquests Souls like his untamed In their own Nature rough when once inflamed With generous Love and with its Sweets allayd Are clearer apter for great actions made If thouâ—…t Ambitious then to imitate Great Hercules and not degenerate From thy high blood since Woods thou dost affect Follow the Woods but do not Love neglect Not that I 'de have thee thy mean thoughts debase To poor Dorindas Love of low-born race Thy Amaryllis is of race Divine Besides by Contract she 's already thine Thy Wife already Silv. Heav'n defend me Lync How Silv. My Wife Lync Can Silvio forget his Vow Your mutual promiâ—…es received and given Take heed bold Youth how you dare sport with Heav'n Silv. Mans freedom is Heav'ns gift which does not take Us at our words when a forc'd Vow we make Lync I but unless our Hopes and Judgments fail Heav'n made this Match and promis'd to Entayl A thousand blessings on 't Silv. 'T is like that there Is nothing else to do A proper care To vex the calm rest of the Gods above Lynco I scorn both Lovers Oaths and Love Exit Lynco Thou sprung from Heav'n harsh Boy nor of Divine Can I say suppose thee nor of humane line Alectoes Poyson thy cold Limbs did fashion Fair Venus had no hand in thy Creation Exit SCENE the Second Enter Mirtillo and Ergasto. Mirt. Fair Amaryllis if by speaking I Offend thee I will hold my peace and dye Erg. Mirtillo Love is a great pain at best But so much more the more it is supprest Why do you inward burn and find no tongue Mirt. My fear and my respect to her thus long Have silenc'd me Alas too well I know Nor has Love struck me blind that in my low And slender Fortunes it were idle pride To hope a Nymph so shaped so qualified So rais'd in Birth in Spirit and in Blood Above all these so gentle and so good Can e're be mine No I have took the height Of my unhappy Star and dread my Fate But Amaryllis Weds say does she not Erg. 'T is so resolved Mirt. Oh my uâ—…happy Lot Now Destiny has done its cruellest part Despair till now but hover'd round my heart Till now amid'st the greatest of my fear Some glimmering hope at distance did appear My wishing Love did the kind Flatterer play And though 't was Night me-thoughts I dreamt of Day But now my Horrour runs through all my Veins Despair fills up my heart and absolute Tyrant reigns Past all recovery she 's gone she 's gone I see the Prize by a blest Favourite won From my weak arms for ever ever torne I see the Mirtle Wreath my Rivals brows adorn And now Ergasto e're my heart quite break Though 't is too late I am resolv'd I 'le speak Erg. Woe be to her should her stern Father hear That to stoln prayers she ever lent an Ear. Mirt. Alas my Looks and Language shall be far Both from offending him and injuring her I 'le only say to her I owe my Death And beg when I sigh out my latest breath She 'd cast her fair Eyes on me and say Dye This favourable Boon she can't deny That e're she goes to make another Blest My Sighs may reach her Ear though not her Breast Silvio the Rich the Gallant and the Fair The Priest Montanoes only Son and Heir 'T is he oh envied Youth whose joy appears So ripe for Harvest in his Spring of years Erg. Indeed you 've little cause to envy him Rather to pitty him Mirt. To pitty him Can pitty such a happy State befit Ergast Because he Loves her not Mirt. And has he Wit Has he a heart Is he not blind And yet When I consider with what full Aspect Her Starry Eyes their influence direct Into my Breast she cannot have a Dart Left in her Quiver for another heart But why do
then not been so loud Nor had this Funeral pomp drawn all this mourning crowd Mirt. Exquisite Fiend Oh Sir believe her not This Injur'd Virgins Honour has no spot A purer Saint the undeserving World ne're graced A brighter Star in Heav'n was never placed The Goddess you adore is not more Chast. Mont. Forbear this Blasphemy Corisc. No let him Rave 'T is all the pleasure that poor Losers have No kindness yet aside to Mirt. Mirt. Oh my distracted Soul Corisc. Yet yield and she shall live to Mirt. Mirt. No Traytress Corisc. Constant Fool Mont. Now Nymph before the Fatal stroke is given If thou would'st reconcile thy self to Heaven Make thy last Prayer Amar. Kneeling Since then my Stars my Martyrdom decree My injur'd Fame dear Heav'n I leave to Thee Clear but my sullyed Name when I am dead And willingly to th'Axe I 'le bow my Head My Body to its Native dust I give My Soul to Him in whom alone I live Mirt. If she must dye Here my last Vows I 'le seal Kneels kisses her hand Mont. Rude Swain forbear Such profanation is not suffer'd here Mirt. You may more easily Seas from Seas divide Our Souls are joyn'd and make one mixing Tide Mont. Force 'em asunder The Attendants force 'em apart 'T is no wonder Heav'n Has such dread signs of its displeasure given When their own Rites they thus polluted see And from such stains not their own Altars free Mirt. Is there such Treason in a parting kiss For ever torn from all my dearest bliss Amar. Mirtillo this is an unkind Divorce But let their cruel Rites have their free course Love at this distance no strict Laws deny Thus I 'le look blessings on You and then dye Enter Carino and Dameta Car. Hold hold your Fatal Doom Mirt. My Father here Carin Yes and thy Father is thy Murderer Thou art Montanoes Son and if he give Her Death in whom thy Life does only live 'T is his own blood he spills Mont. Take heed bold Man Car. Sir I speak truth and fright me if you can The Son you lost i'th'deluge is this Youth I found him lodged near our Alpheos mouth Undround His Cradle like a little boat Into the Woods had carryed him afloat Such care had Heav'n Mont. Where is Dameta Dam. Here. Mont. When you came back 't is since some 20. year From seeking of my Child which the swoln brook By'ts rapid Inundations from me took Did you not say that you had sought with pain All that Alpheo Baths and all in vain How comes it then Dam. Your pardon Royal Sir I went to seek him and I found him there But this good Man had kept him as his Son And Fear made me conceal what he had done Because the Oracle fore-told me there That if the Child then found should e're Return he should be like to dye By his mis-guided Fathers Cruelty Mont. Ah me it is too clear This act of mine My Dream and th' Oracle did well Divine Why did the Gods protect my drowning Child Preserve my blood to have it thus defil'd Mirt. Great Sir from whom my Royal Birth I draw I claim the favour of th' Arcadian Law When Criminals are doom'd to bleed Equals in blood in their Exchange may dye And now that Equal to her blood am I. How can you see such Fetters on those hands Make hast unty unty those impious Bands And in her place by the kind Gods decree Your Cynthias juster Victim offer me Corisc. Now all my hopes are ruin'd Foolish Swain aside By my curst Arts my dear Mirtillo slain Amar. Why generous Youth do you pursue this claim You 'l save me from the Axe to dye with shame Mirt. What glory to my Royal Birth I owe When to redeem thy Life my blood may flow Corisc. I cannot see him dye aside Enter Sylvano If you have pitty for a Virgins Prayer kneels For your own blood this dear Youths blooming years And your Arcadias hope Sylvan What do I see By all the Devils in her Soul 't is she Corisc. Alas I 've been unkind Mont. What does she say Corisc. To Death with him take the fond Fool away Pray for his Life my dull mistake forgive A Slave so senseless don't deserve to live Sylvan By all that 's good she Loves the smooth-fac'd Youth Sir I Conjure you by your Love to Truth By all your piety the Gods you fear Believe her not that Monster do not hear On her own head let your kind Justice fall She has Cheated You Her Him Betray'd you all Treason 's her business Poyson 's in her Tears Perdition in her soul she never Swears But she is Perjur'd if she speaks she Lyes And all the Prayers she makes are Blasphemies Carin Thou art the happiest Father and most dear To the immortal Deities see here The long-kept secret of our Fate made clear Tears of delight in such abundance flow From out my heart I scarce can speak Our Woe Our Woe shall end when two of race Divine Love shall combine And for a Faithless Nymphs Apostate state A faithful Shepherd Supererrogate Of Heav'nly race is not this Youth when thine And Amaryllis is of race Divine And what great Sir but Love has them combin'd Sylvio by Parents and by Force was joyn'd To Amaryllis and is yet as far From Loving her as Love and Hatred are Mont. In what a mist of Errors how profound A night of Ignorance have I been drownd By every Câ—…cumstance 't is evident The fatal Voyce none but Mirtillo meant For who indeed since slain Amintas Death Exprest such Love as he such constant Faith Who but Mirtillo for his Mrs. wou'd Since true Amintas spend his dearest blood This is that work of Supererrogation This is that faithful Shepherds expiation For the Apostate Lucrin's fact Now Son Compleat a Nations joys and Crown thy own Gives him Amaryllis Mirt. Then the Immortal Treasure let me seize And thus kind Sir embrace your sacred knees Amar. Our Loves thus Crown'd Ergasto flye and save My wretched mourning Father from a Grave Tell him I live and all his fears remove Mirt. Thy Piety's as Charming as thy Love Corisc. Break break my heart Mont. But as the Gods ordein'd T'unite your hearts your hearts must be unstain'd Heav'n that preserved thy Childhood from the Flood By Miracle restored thee to my Blood And to oblige Man-kind decreed this tye Could do no less than guard her Chastity As you dread Tortures Death and angry Heav'n to Cor. Confess her Injuries and be forgiven Repent and say she 's Innocent Corisc. I do I wrong'd you Sir but yet I loved you too to Mir. Sylvan Yes she has loved him and all Man-kind beside The Sex is not enough to please her Pride Corisc. Oh how I hate that Face Sylvan I know you do Corisc. Dear World farewell and all delights adieu Silvan Sir as you ever Faith and Justice prize Hear from my tongue that Witches Sorceries Their Entrance to the
be good Love is a God I 've heard our Shepherds say And all that Gods command we should obey If I 've more hearts than yet I understand Tell me they shall be all at his command Ger. Inquire no farther pretty Innocence But think of Loving Sylvio seaven years hence Dor. And must I stay so long so long a time Ger. Your Beauty then will be in all its prime Dor. Have I not all my Beauty yet is it For that my Sylvio caâ—…not Love me yet My wants in Beauty are this way supply'd I 've Love enough what e're I want beside Ger. Do but observe the Beauties of the May Yours will be once as ripe and bright as they Stay till your worth is better understood All these gay flowers were once but in the Bud. Dor. Must Virgins then grow up as Roses do Pray how is that Ger. To Age their Sweets they owe. Whilst by th'warm Sun and the kind Spring they blow Dor. If then my want of growth be all my fau't Me-thinks I need not stay seav'n years for that Let but my Sylvio Love me He has such charms Me-thinks I could shoot up in Sylvios Arms. His charming looks would make me any thing So kind a Sun would soon bring on the Spring Enter Sylvio and Hunts-men crossing the Stage Sylvio seeing Dorinda offers to go Dor. Stay Sylvio do not flye me Ger. Cruel stay Cannot such suppliant Beauty stop your way Sylv. My Torment here aside To stay I want the pow'r I 've no time now to fool away an hour Ger. Inhumane is this treat a recompence For all the groans of dying Innocence Thou man more barbarous than the Scythian Race And Savager than the wild Beasts you chace Dor. Dearer than Life and sweeter than the Spring My Joy my Love my Heart my every thing Oh unkind Nymph can you so Cruel prove To talk so harshly to the Man I Love Dear Sylvio What have I said Me-thinks I blush yet why I do not know Something I 've said or done I should not do To say I Love him there 's no sin in that To tell the truth sure cannot be a Fau't And yet me-think A secret shame into my face does flye And says 't is men should Court and Maids deny Sylv. What is the cause fair Nymph Dor. Fair Nymph Ah no You call me fair but do not think me so Sylv. What idle frenzy can so pow'rful be To make you take such pains to follow me Dor. Why do you ask As if you did not know I would be near you whereso're you go Do let me follow you let me be near I 'le hold your Arrows and your Quiver bear And if your precious Life should e're By the wilde Bore you chace in danger be I 'le step between and he shall first Kill me In Sylvio's presence is my sole delight On you â—… think all Day and dream all Night And in the Morning when by restless Cares I early wake and go to say my Pray'rs All on a sudden when I kneeling bow And think I speak to Heav'n I Pray to You. Yet unkind Sylvio from Dorinda flyes Takes all my Heart yet gives me none of His. Sylv. Why do you throw away a heart so ill I never yet knew Love nor ever will Or if I did 't is in the Chace the Groves And Woods My Hawks and Hounds have all my Loves Dor. In Love with Hawks and Hounds Those Creatures Sir have got Their Loves already They 're by Nature taught To Love amongst themselves Those humble Creatures too Are not deserving to be Loved by You. Sylv. Well Nymph I see I wrong you by my stay I 'le take the Cause then of your Grieâ—…s away Adieu Dor. Stay but one minute must we part So soon I see the cause of all my smart 'T is Amaryll is takes up all your heart Sylv. Before I go That little satisfaction you shall have I gave my hand my heart I never gave Dor. Do you not Love her then Sylv. By Heav'ns not I. Dor. Does she want Charms Sylv. Their Influence I defie Dor. But are you sure you do not Love her Sylv. Why Dor. Do you not think and wish you know not how And Dream of her a Nights as I of You Sylv. I think not of her waking nor asleep My heart does no such worthless Triffles keep Dor. You 've eas'd me of I know not how much pain I 'm Charm'd to hear you taâ—…k with such disdain Malice or Love or both what e're it be I 'm pleas'd he Loves not her though he hates me The Hunts-men hollow from within Sylv. Hark I am call'd my pleasure I delay Farewell Dor. You shall not go Sylv. I must not stay Dor. Have you no Love nor pitty cruel Man Sylv. I pitty you as much as e're I can Dor. Well Sylvio If by your Hate I 'm Doom'd to be undone I 'm the first slighted Maid that dyed so soon Sylv. Well pow'rful Nymph For the unrest the sighs and pains so long You 've borne in Charity t' a thing so young For once I will be kind Dor. Will you be kind Kind to Dorinda Oh my lightned mind And will you Love me I ne're lived till now Shall I be youâ—…s My Joys too mighty grow If the unrest I 've borne your kindness win To keep you kind I 'le never sleep agen And if you ve Charity because I 'm young Be sure I 'le ne're grow old but why so long A silence why this distance Did you say You would be kind and do not know the way Swaâ—…ns when they 're kind their dearest Nymphs approach With all their greedy joys their hands they touch And kiss 'em o're and o're Then round their Necks their twining Arms they throw Were I a Swain in Love I should do so Sylv. Hold gentle Nymph and give me leave to speak Do not my promis d Charity mistake Your softness has my stubborn spirit bow'd So much that I would Love you if I could And this Effeminate Confession none Of your whole Sex could win but you alone Dor. And is it thus you 're kind Sylv. Love I ne're can Within my Breast that Feaver never ran You have my Pitty all I can I 'le gâ—…ant Nor will I say I Love you when I cant Dor. You cannot Love Sylv. My kindness is so great I will not pay your Love with Counterfeit Nay in compassion to your sighs and tears Each rising Sun shall hear my Zealous Prayers I 'le beg kind Heav'n that you may Love no more And your Conversion on my knees implore Once more fare-well Dor. Why all this hasty flight Stay and be cruel still and kill me quite Exit Sylv. Gerr. E'ne let him go and to requite this scorn May he by Heaven's pursuing Vengeance torne By some wild Monster in a Desart dye And injur'd Virgins curse his memory The noyse comes near â—…ye hence no longer stay What if the Savage Beast should come this way And Chafed with
That I may dye a thousand times a day Corisc. How fares your Love Mirtillo since you came From your dear charming Ny mph Curse on the Name asidâ—… Mirt. As one who in a violent Feaver cast And is forbidden Liquor longs to tast Which got he greedily sets to his mouth And thâ—…s he quenches Life but cannot Drouth Corisc. Love over us no pow'r can e're receivâ—… But what our slavish selves Mirtillo give When by his fond desires mans soul is brought So poorly to be fetter'd to one thought Love quickly Tyrannizes in his Breast And straight grows up a Master from a Guest Mirt. Should not one Thought fill up Mirtilloes heart Is herâ—… a Beauty to deserve but part Corisc. How weak how ill a bargain foolish Swain You make to exchange kindness for disdain Mirt. The Cruelty of Beauty does refine A Lovers Faith as fire the golden Mine Where were the Sacred Loyalty of Love If charming Women did not Tyrants prove Corisc. Oh wretched and unhappy those in whom That foolish Idol Constancy finds room Come rouze Mirtillo know your nobler parts Look out you cannot want a thousand hearts Mirt. Though scorn'd and hated I had rather fall Her dying Victim than command 'em all Corisc. Oh horrour how he tortures me aside No doubt You are possest with some kind fâ—…attering thought That though an outward Scorn she 's pleas'd to show Like burning Mountains cover'd o're with Snow There 's heat within Enchanted Dreamer no. Mirt. These are but Trophies of my constant Love By which I 'le Tryumph o're the Gods above O're Men below my Torments and her Hate O're Fortune and the World o're Death and Fate Corisc. Wonder of Constancy If this Man knew How much he 's loved by her what would he do aside Mirtillo were you e're in Love before Mirt. Her and her only can my soul adore Corisc. Then it should seem your Heart was never laid But at the Feet of some disdainful Maid Oh that 't had been thy chance but once to be In Love with one that 's gentle curteous free Try that a little try it and thou 'lt find How sweet it is to meet with one that 's kind How pleasant 't is to have thy Mrs. twine About thy Neck and her sighs eccho thine And after say my Joy All that I have All that I am and thy desires can crave At thy Devotion is If I am fair For thee I 'm fair for thee I deck this hair This Face this Bosom from this Breast of mine I turn'd out my own heart to harbour thine Mirt. Happy 's the man that 's born under a Star So fortunate Corisc. Dull Swain a Nymph as fair As the proud'st she that curles and spreads to th'Ayr Her Beauteous Tresses worthy of thy Love As thou of hers The Honour of this Grove Love of all hearts by every worthier Swain In vain solicited adored in vain Does Love thee only and thee only prize More than her Life and for that Love she dyes Mirt. If such a Nymph there be conceal her Name To all my other Tortures add not shame Let me not know she suffers for my sake And blush to think I no return can make Corisc. How ever try what kindness is tast both Mirt. Distemper'd Pallats all sweet things do loath Corisc. Uncharitable Youth art not thou poor And cant'st thou beat a Beggar from thy door Mirt. What Alms can Beggars give Alas I 've Sworn Allegiance and a Traytor cannot turn Corisc. Blind Youth who is it thou art constant to I am unwilling to add Woe to Woe But can I see thee Cheated and Betray'd Her Honour sold thy Sighs her pass-time made And yet not speak No doubt but you suppose This Cruelty from her strict Vertue grows Thou art abused that tiresome Vanity Call'd Innocence she has long since laid by Mirt. And can your profanation swell so high Corisc. You 'l not believe Mirt. Believe thee Corisc. Then go on In wilfull Ignorance and be undone Mirt. Oh Torture I must dye if this be true Corisc. No live dull Man and thy Revenge pursue And though I know it will your heart-strings tear Her falsehood I must speak and you must hear Then to convince you see you yonder Cave That is your Mrs. Faith and Honours Grave In short there oft a base-born Shepheard warms Thy Virtuous Amaryllis in his Arms. There she her Bliss her Life her Heav'n does find The Ivy to the Oak's not half so kind Now go and sigh and whine and constant prove To that kind Nymph that thus rewards thy Love Mirt. Ah me Corisca dost thou tell me true And is it fit I should believe thee too Corisc. Truth is I did not see it but thou may'st And 〈◊〉 for she her word has past To 〈◊〉 there this very hour But hide Thy self beneath this shady Hedges side And thou shalt see her enter into th'Cave And after her her happy amorous Slave Mirt. So quickly must I dye Corisc. See I have spyed Her coming down already by the side O' th' Temple Mark how guiltily she moves Her stealing pace betraying their stolne Loves To mark the sequel do you here remain And afterwards we two will meet again Exit Mirt. Since the discovery of the Truth 's so near With my Belief I will my Death defer Enter Amaryllis Amar. I from the Temple come as light as Ayre How much Heav'n listens to a Virgins prayer I kneel'd and pray'd and strait I felt me-thought Another soul into my body shoâ—… Which whisper'd fear not Amaryllis go Securely on Yes and I will do so Heav'n guiding me Fair Queen of Love befriend Her who on thee for succour does depend Thou that as Queen in the third Orb doest shine If e're thou selt'st thy Sons flames pitty mine An humbler Votaress ne're kneelt before thy Shrine Securely Enter oh Mirtillo oh Goes into the Cave Mirtillo could'st thou dream for what I go Mirt. I wake and see what I could wish t' have been Born without Eyes that I might not have seen Or rather not to have been born curst Fate Why hast thou thus prolong'd my Lifes sad Date To bring me to this killing Spectacle Mirtillo more tormented than in Hell Dye then Mirtillo dye How dye and give The Traytor leave my Ruine to out-live You that enjoy my spoyls who e're you are Since I must fall shall my Destruction share Back to my Covert then I will repair And when the Villain shall approach he dyes But is 't not base to kill him by surprize What if her Wrongs I openly should right That would proclaim the cause for which we fight Dye basely then thou base Adulterer That hast slain me and hast dishonour'd her I but the blood may if I kill him here The Murder show and that the Murderer What need I care Yes but the Murther knowâ—… Betrays the cause for which the Murder 's done But her staind blood has not so quencht my flame I 'de kill
Cave's her Plot and laid Only to have her Rivals Life betray'd And yet by all the Oaths Art could design Or faithless Woman ever break she 's mine And mine by all her Conjurations nay To morrow was to be our Wedding day And all was but a trick to take me hence Least I should stay to prove her Innocence Never did such a monstrous spurious Race Of Nature Heav'n and Natures works disgrace Mont. Is all this Truth Sylvan Too true Mont. Just Heav'n forbid False Nymph did You Corisc. I know not what I did I Cheated Him wrong'd Him design'd Her Fall I have my Pardon and I Own it all Mont. Had ever blood been so unjustly spilt But though I have forgiven your savage guilt I can't permit your breach of Faith I must Not only pardon you but make you just Cor. I am all horrour Mirt. If this false-Fair ones Crimes you can forgive And take an humble penitent Fugitive She 's yours Corisc. Death and Confusion Mont. 'T was breach of Faith was the provoking guilt In all the sufferings Arcadia felt But it shall end Sylv. You could not please me more This Nymph is all the Blessings I implore I hate her worse Then Hell and of all other hopes bereft aside Marriage is all the dear Revenge that 's left Corisc. Is this your promis'd mercy Let me meet Wracks Death any thing but him Mont. Is this your Penitence for your pardon'd Crime Corisc. To Marry him is all the plagues of Hell Adders and Scorâ—…ions Sylvan No 't is wondrous well I shall Convert thee pretty Infidel Corisc. Have you no mercy left no pitty Sir Sylvan Have you no Justice leâ—…t Give me but her Corisc. Of all the Savages the World can find Let me but shun that Monster of the kind Sylv. Of all the happiness of humane Life I only beg that Jewel for a Wife Cor. Oh Sir you Stab me Kill me Mont. When you Swore You 'd Marry him were Oaths esteem'd no more Forsaken Piety where art thou fled Be just as you wou'd save your forfeit Head Corisc. I loath thy very sight Sylv. And I love thee my pretty Innocence As much as thy Hot blood loves Impotence Cor. Why then Inhumane will you Marry me Sylvan To torture every Vein of thy false heart Make thy checkt pride at my dear Vengeance start Thy torments will a secret Joy afford I was thy Slave and now shall be thy Lord. Nor hope I 'le shun thy hated Bed in spight I 'le Tyrannize all day and sport all night My Head I 'le on thy perjur'd Bosom lay Ransack thy spoyles and chace thy sleeps away Enter Sylvio and Dorinda who kneel to Montano Corisc. Yes Villain do and my Revenge shall be I will be kind to all thy Sex but thee I 'le make you a worse Monster than you are Oh I am Mad Sylvan A very hopefull pair Corisc. I 'le meet thy loath'd embrace in such a frightful shape That evâ—…ry Kiss you force shall be a Rape To Mirt. As I am doubly punisht for my Crime At once in losing you and meeting him In pitty to the Ruins which you make Those few stol'n minutes from her Arms you take Bestow on me You 'l find me strangely good I 'le banish all the Feavour from my blood And love you with desires so pure so chast Sylvna Stand off the Witchcrafts of those Eyes are past Dear Mine I 'le lay thy wandring Devils fast Corisc. You shall be welcome to my Soul my Arms. But iâ—… the force of her more pow'rful Charms Hold you too sure to make him Jealous be So kind as but to feign and flatter me Ayd the Revenge of an unhappy Wife And make him lead a wretched Husbands Life Sylvan Let him come near thee Syren if he can Thy Slavery shall have so short a chain I 'le keep my aking Fore-head from that pain Corisc. In all the Cheats I used the tricks I plaid And all the Credulous Fools I have betray'd Free from all hainous Crimes I safely slept My Virgin Chastity entire I kept Did I preserve my Innocence for this A Maid dull Slave I am too good for thee A Curse upon my Idle Honesty Sylvan Can she be honest then at last If this Be true ye Gods I ask no greater Bliss Sylvio Your Confirmation of our Loves has given Me all the joys I wish on this side Heav'n Dorind But Sylvio see you Love me as you shou'd And slight me not for want of Heav'nly blood But Sir if Love to Gods Allied can be I am as near of Kin to Heav'n as she Enter Titiro Tit. Welcome to Life and to thy Fathers Arms I am all joy My Youth ne're felt such Charms Here take her Sir and may you happy live to Mirt. This day has all the longest Life could give Dorin Gerana Ger. My dear Joy Dorind The happy Dart That Sylvio shot brought me my Sylvio's heart Through the dear Wound his Soul came fluttering in He 'l Love and Love and never Hate agen But you have been unkâ—…nd Ger. I Dor. Yes you said I should not think of Love Heav'n knows how long Till seaven years hence But you were in the wrong My Sylvio finds no fault that I 'm too Young Mont. Now my dear Children share your Fâ—…thers heart Love has this day play'd its Triumphant part But Cynthia all these Blessings spring from Thee Faith Innocence Truth Justice Constancy And every Grace that humane Breast inspires Is but a spark of the Celestial fires Mirt. All other Vertues may be taught a hove But ye great Gods look down and learn to Love Exeunt Omnes FINIS EPILOGUE VVHo would not Damn a silly Rhiming Fop When there is scarce a Fore man of a Shop With sense of Animal and face of Stoick But Courts poor Tawdry Sempstress in Heroick Will make ye Rhimes on Cakes and Ale Reherse A Holy days Treat at Islington in Verse Rhiming which once had got so much your passion When it became the Lumber of the Nation Like Vests your seaven years Love grew out of fashion Great Subjects and Grave Poets please no more Their high strains now to humble Farce must lower So strutting Gallant in his burly Vest And in his loose full-bodyed Tunick drest All on a sudden to Thin gutted Paunch A slim French Jerkin Breeches close to Haunch Was grown so changed you 'd swear the slender Imp Was dwindled from a Lobster to a Shrimp Aâ—…d as with Habits so 't is with the Stage Fashion is all the Beauty of the Age. Anâ—… yet though thanks be to our happy Stars We'vâ—… Fools enough good Comedies are scarce And Faith 't is very strange Fops being so plenty There 's not one hits your Pictures right in twenty And gad the Reason I have thought upon To that Pariety of Fop you run Your Features change e're half your Picture 's done Be but more Constant Fool but on one way And sit but â—…ut the finishing a Play 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my honest word I 'le pawn You may be better pâ—…as'd and better drawn