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Gallathea As it was playde before the Queenes Maiestie at Greene-wiche, on Newyeeres day at night. By the Chyldren of Paules.
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Lyly, John, 1554?-1606.
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sleepe Larissa How now Cupid begin you to nod Ramia Come Cupid Diana hath deuised newe labours for you that are God of loues you shall weaue Samplers all night and lackie after Diana all day You shall shortlie shoote at beastes for men because you haue made beastes of men waight on Ladies traines because thou intrappest Ladies by traines All the stories that are in Dianaes Arras which are of loue you must picke out with your needle in that place sowe Vesta with her Nuns and Diana with her Nimphes How like you this Cupid Cupid I say I will pricke as well with my needle as euer I did with mine arrowes Telusa Diana cannot yeelde she conquers affection Cup. Diana shall yeeld she cannot conquer desteny Larissa Come Cupid you must to your busines Cupid You shall find me so busie in your heads that you shall wish I had beene idle with your harts Exeunt Actus quartus Scaena tertia Neptune alone Neptune Thys day is the solemne Sacrifice at thys Tree wherein the fairest virgine were not the inhabitants faithlesse should be offered vnto me but so ouer carefull are Fathers to their children that they forgette the safetie of their Countrey fearing to become vnnaturall become vnreasonable their slights may bleere men deceiue me they cannot I wil be here at the houre and shew as great crueltie as they haue doone craft well shall they know that Neptune should haue beene intreated not cosened Exit Actus quartus Scaena quarta Enter Gallathea and Phillida Phill. I maruell what virgine the people will prepresent it is happy you are none for thē it would haue falne to your lot because you are so faire Galla. If you had beene a Maiden too I neede not to haue feared because you are fairer Phill. I pray thee sweete boy flatter not me speake trueth of thy selfe for in mine eye of all the world thou art fayrest Galla. These be faire words but farre from thy true thoughts I know mine owne face in a true Glasse and desire not to see it in a flattering mouth Phill. O would I did flatter thee and that fortune would not flatter me I loue thee as a brother but loue not me so Galla. Noe I will not but loue thee better because I cannot loue as a brother Phill. Seeing we are both boyes and both louers that our affection may haue some showe and seeme as it were loue let me call thee Mistris Galla. I accept that name for diuers before haue cald me Mistris Phill. For what cause Galla. Nay there lie the Mistrisse Philli. Wyll not you be at the sacrifice Galla. Noe Philli. Why Galla. Because I dreamt that if I were there I shold be turned to a virgine and then being so faire as thou saist I am I shoulde be offered as thou knowest one must But will not you be there Phill. Not vnlesse I were sure that a boy might be sacrificed and not a mayden Galla. Why then you are in danger Phill. But I would escape it by deceite but seeing we are resolued to be both absent let vs wander into these Groues till the howre be past Galla. I am agreed for then my feare wil be past Phill. Why what doost thou feare Galla. Nothing but that you loue me not Exit Philli. I will Poore Phillida what shouldest thou thinke of thy selfe that louest one that I feare mee is as thy selfe is and may it not be that her Father practized the same deceite with her that my Father hath with me and knowing her to be fayre feared she shold be vnfortunate if it be so Phillida how desperate is thy case if it be not howe doubtfull For if she be a Mayden there is no hope of my loue if a boy a hazarde I will after him or her and leade a melancholie life that looke for a miserable death Exit Actus quintus Scaena prima Enter Rafe alone Rafe NO more Maisters now but a Mistrisse if I can light on her An Astronomer of all occupations that 's the worst yet well fare the Alcumist for he keepes good fires though he gets no golde the other standes warming himselfe by staring on the starres which I think he can as soone number as know their vertues He told me a long tale of Octogessimus octauus and the meeting of the Coniunctions Planets and in the meane-time he fell backwarde himselfe into a ponde I askt him why he fore-sawe not that by the starres he said hee knewe it but contemnd it But soft is not this my brother Robin Enter Robin Robin Yes as sure as thou art Rafe Rafe What Robin what newes what fortune Robin Faith I haue had but badde fortune but I prie-thee tell me thine Rafe I haue had two Maisters not by arte but by nature one sayd that by multiplying he woulde make of a penny tenne pound Robin I but coulde he doe it Rafe Could he doe it quoth you why man I sawe a prettie wench come to his shoppe where with puffing blowing and sweating he so plyed her that hee multiplyed her Robin Howe Rafe Why he made her of one two Robin What by fire Rafe No by the Philosophers stone Robin Why haue Philosophers such stones Rafe I but they lie in a priuie cupboord Robin Why then thou art rich if thou haue learned this cunning Rafe Tush this was nothing hee would of a little fasting spittle make a hose dublet of cloth of siluer Robin Would I had beene with him for I haue had almost no meate but spittle since I came to the woods Rafe How then didst thou liue Robin Why man I serued a fortune-teller who saide I should liue to see my Father hangd and both my brothers beg So I conclude the Mill shall be mine and I liue by imagination still Rafe Thy Maister was an Asse and lookt on the lines of thy hands but my other Maister was an Astronomer which could picke my natiuitie out of the stars I shoulde haue halfe a dozen starres in my pocket if I haue not lost them but heere they be Sol Saturne Iupiter Mars Venus Robin Why these be but names Rafe I but by these he gathereth that I was a Ioualist borne of a Thursday that I should be a braue Venerian and gette all my good lucke on a Fryday Robin T is strange that a fishe day should be a flesh-day Rafe O Robin Venus orta mari Venus was borne of the Sea the Sea will haue fishe fishe must haue wine wine will haue flesh for Caro carnis genus est muliebre but soft heere commeth that notable villaine that once preferd me to the Alcumist Enter Peter Peter So I had a Maister I would not care what became of me Rafe Robin thou shalt see me fitte him So I had a seruaunt I care neither for his conditions his qualities nor his person Peter What Rafe well mette No doubt you had a warme seruice of my Maister the Alcumist Rafe T was