THE Careles Shepherdess.

A TRAGI-COMEDY Acted before the KING & QUEEN, And at Salisbury-Court, with great Applause.

Written by T. G. Mr. of Arts.

Pastorem Tittere pingues Pascere oportet oves, deductum ducere Carmen.

With an Alphebeticall Catologue of all such Plays that ever were Printed.

LONDON,

Printed for Richard Rogers and William Ley, and are to be sould at Pauls Chaine nere Doctors commons, 1656.

The Argument.

NEre to Arcadia's fertile soyle there dwells
Two happie men whom scarce their like excells,
The one a Swaine, the other nobler borne
Both rich in Land and stor'd with fruitfull Corne.
These as in hopefull Children, they were blest,
So of much Wealth, and Meadowes were possest.
The richer of these two; Cleobulus
Had for his Heyre the stout Philaritus:
A sprightfull Youth, whose valour and whose worth
Exceld those Swaines the Sheapheards Dames brought forth.
He lov'd one Arismena, who for faire
Might with the purest of her Sex Compare.
She to blunt Bracheus was his onely Heyre
And wealthier in that Name then richer are.
She Carelesse seem'd: His Love increasd the more
That to a Feaver grew, which was before
A gentle heate. At length she condiscends,
Begs Pardon for her wrong, makes Him amends.
Their Parents crost their Love, ere long agree
And were themselves perplex'd with. misery.
Faire Castarina and Lariscus doe
Partake with them in their Affliction too.
Two, of whose fame the neighbouring Plaines were full,
The one was Tall, the other Beautifull.
These share in griefe, and when They fully thought
They had their Plots to happie Issues brought
Satyres creepe in, and in their height of joy
Their Peace their Comforts and their Hopes annoy.
The Lovers gave their Mistresses lost yet doe
Seeke a revenge. Themselves are taken too
All being now ensnar'd expect to die
Their Dirge is sung. On heaven fix their Eye
But in the midst of all their Griefes appeares.
Disguised Paromett, and quitts their Feares.
His Satyr's Shape pluckt off they grow againe.
Into their witts and wellcome him a Swaine.
Thus were their doubts exhaild and joyes increast
That peace is sweet'st which after warr's possest.

Praeludium:

The Actors.
  • Spruce, a Courtier.
  • Sparke, an Inns of Court-man.
  • Landlord, a Country Gentleman.
  • Thrift, a Citizen.
  • Bolt, a Door-keeper.

Prologus.

THE SCENE. SALISBURY COURT.

Bot. A Door-keeper, sitting with a Box on one side of the Stage. To him Thrift a Citizin.
THrift.
Now for a good bargain, What will you take
To let me in to the play?
Bolt.

A shilling Sir.

Thri.
Come, here's a groat, I'le not make many words.
Thou hast just got my trick for all the world,
I alwayes use to ask just twice as much
As a thing's worth: then some pretend to have
Skill in my wares, by bidding of me half.
But when I meet a man of judgement, as
You have done now, they bid as neer to th' price,
As if they knew my mark. Use me, as you
Do hope to have my custome other times.
Bolt.

In troth Sir I can't take it.

Thri.
Should I go
Away, I know you'd call me back again.
I hate this dodging: What's your lowest price?
Bolt.

I told you at first word.

Thri.
What a shilling?
Why, I have known some Aldermen that did
Begin with twelve pense: and for half so much
I saw six motions last Bartholomew. Fair.
Bolt.
When you have seen this play, you'l think it worth
Your money.
Thri.
Well then take this groat in earnest,
If I do like it you shall have the rest.
Bolt.
This is no market or exchange, pray keep
Your aery groat that's thinner then a shadow
To mend your Worships shoes, it is more crackt
Then an old Beaver or a Chambermaid.
Thri.
Well, since you will exact, and stretch your Conscince,
Here's a nine pense and four pense half-peny,
Give me the rest again.
Bolt

There.

Thri.
Now for this
When I come home I'le go unto my book,
And set a figure to each single Cipher;
I'le cheat a shilling in a peny, and
A pound in twelve pense. When will it begin?
Bolt.

Presently Sir.

Thri.
Thou once didst tell me so
When the first Act was almost done.
Bolt.
Why then
They presently began to make an end.
Enter Spruce, a Courtier.
Spruce.

How oft has't sounded?

Bolt.

Thrice an't please you Sir.

Thri.
Sir, by your powdred hair, and gawdy cloaths
I do presume you are a Courtier.
Pray Sir, if I may be so bold to ask,
And, if you go on Tick here too,
What did it cost you to come in? When you
Do buy of us, you of all Gentlemen
Have still the cheapest penyworths.
Spru.
Are you
A Tradesman?
Thri.
Sir, I am a Citizen,
I alwayes do observe that Courtiers
Know Tradesmen when they are a whole street off,
But not when they are neer.
Spru.
'Tis true, there must
Be adue distance 'twixt the sight and object.
With what variety of wares is your
Shop furnished.
Thri.
Imprimis, with a fair Wife
And Prentice. Item, with Knots and Phansies
Of all fashions, and twenty other toyes.
There is a Courtier Sir that owes to me
Two thousand pound for Garters and for Roses.
Faith Sir, and if you would bring a fashion up,
And hang some Ribboning round about your Hat
As well as in one place, you should finde me
And my Wife thankfull.
Spru.

'Twould be too Pedlar-like.

Enter Spark, an Inns of Court-man.
Spar.
What's there, a Courtier and a Citizen?
Such a conjunction is enough to make
A grand Eclipse. Sure th' one did never see
Th' other before, 'cause they are now so great.
Mr. Spruce.

I am your humble servant.

Spru.

Your Balzack.

Mr. Spark.
What God hath bless'd
Me with this happinesse, the sight of you?
Spar.
Faith Sir fasting night, and I did chuse
Rather to spend my money at a Play,
Then at the Ordnary: I now esteem
My choice as policy, since 'tis my fortune
To sit neer you: If the Play should prove dull
Your company will satisfie my ears.
Enter Landlord, a Country Gentleman
Landl.
God save you Gentlemen, 'tis my ambition
To occupy a place neer you: there are
None that be worthy of my company
In any room beneath the twelve peny.
I've sate with Judges on the Bench, and frown'd
As sowrely upon things I did not know,
As any Lawyer does on a poor Client:
I have found fault with very good Sermons
In my daies, and now I desire that we
May passe our sentences upon this Play.
Thri.

With all my heart. O that I had my Gown!

Spar.
Dare you presume to censure Poetry?
'Tis the Prerogative of the wits in Town,
'Cause you have read perhaps a Statute-Book,
And been High-Constable, do y'think you know
The Laws of Comedy and Tragedy?
Prethee, what kinde of Beast is Helicon?
You may have skill in Horse and Sheep, and yet
Know neither Pegasus, nor Pastorals.
Alas you're ignorant of any stile
But what stands in a hedge; you never heard
Of more then the four humours of the body;
Nor did you ever understand a Plot,
Unlesse that grand one of the Powder-Treason.
You've worn perchance a pair of Spatterdashers,
But scarce e're saw a Buskin; and my Nose,
Tells me your feet did never yet wear Socks.
Spru.
And you too would usurp Apollo's Chair,
As if th' Exchange did ever breed a wit.
Though you can give words soft and smooth, as is
Your Sattin Ribbon, yet your speech is harsh
To the round language of the Theater,
'Cause you sell Phansies, and can cast account,
Do y'think your brain conceives Poetique Numbers?
You cannot tell, if you were ask'd the question,
Whether a Metaphor be flesh or fish;
You may perchance have judgement to discerne
What Puppet dances well, or understand
Which Juglers mouth is best at the Bay-leafe;
But who deserves the Lawrell wreath, you know
No more, then you do know which Land i'th' field
Bears Barley, and which Wheat, which Rye, which Oats.
Spar.
'Cause you will be prodigious, and aim
At Wit, a thing I never heard of, till
I came to th' Temple, prethee inform me,
What part you think essentiall to a Play?
And what in your opinion is stil'd Wit.
Landl.
Why I would have the Fool in every Act,
Be't Comedy, or Tragedy, I'ave laugh'd
Untill I cry'd again, to see what Faces
The Rogue will make: O it does me good
[Page 5]To see him hold out's Chin hang down his hands,
And twirle his Bawble. There is nere a part
About him but breaks jests. I heard a fellow
Once on this Stage cry, Doodle, Doodle, Dooe,
Beyond compare; I'de give the other shilling
To see him act the Changling once again.
Thri.
And so would I, his part has all the wit,
For none speaks Craps and Quibbles besides him:
I'd rather see him leap, laugh, or cry,
Then hear the gravest Speech in all the Play.
I never saw Rheade peeping through the Curtain,
But ravishing joy enter'd into my heart.
Spar.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! To see how their wits jump,
'Tis hard to tell which is the verier Fool,
The Country Gentleman, or Citizen:
Your judgements are ridiculous and vain
As your Forefathers, whose dull intellect
Did nothing understand but fools and fighting;
'Twill hardly enter into my belief
That ye are of this Age, sure ye are Ghosts.
The Poets now have with their heavenly fire
Purg'd their inventions of those grosser follies,
And with sublime conceits enrich'd the Stage:
Instead of loose lascivious mirth, they bring
Ingenious raptures, which do please, not tickle,
And rather move us to admire, then laugh.
The Motly Coat was banish'd with Trunk Hose,
And since their wits grew sharp, the Swords are sheath'd.
Spru.
Then playing upon words is as much out
Of fashion here, as Pepper is at Court.
Landl.
Well, since there will be nere a fool i'th' Play,
I'le have my money again; the Comedy
Will be as tedious to me, as a Sermon,
And I do fear that I shall fall asleep,
And give my twelve pense to be melancholy:
Spar.
Nay, ne're fear that, for on my word you shall
Have mirth, although there be no Changlings part.
Landl,
Well, I will stay it out, though't only be
[Page 6]That I may view the Ladies, and they me.
Thri.
Sir, was't a Poet, or a Gentleman
That writ this play? The Court, and Inns of Court,
Of late bring forth more wit, then all the Tavernes,
Which makes me pity Play-Rights; they were poore
Before, even to a Proverb; Now their trade
Must needs go down, when so many set up.
I do not think but I shall shortly see
One Poet sue to keep the door, another
To be prompter, a third to snuff the candles.
Pray Sir, has any Gentleman of late
Beg'd the Monopoly of Comedies?
Spar.
No: But of late the Poets having drown'd
Their brains in Sack, are grown so dull and lazy,
That they may be the subjects of a Play,
Rather then the Authors: They have left to invoke
Thalia now, and only call on Drawers:
They quite neglect Apollo's Sacred Reed
Which warbles forth Diviner Harmony,
And use alone the dumb Tobacco-pipe.
Now lest the Stage should only entertain
The Auditors with cold meats, (which are grown
Mouldy and stale, as was the Usurers Pye
Which came to the Table 'bove an hundred times,
Untill at last it crept away it self.)
Some of our Tribe, neither fot gain, nor fame,
But out of free and well-meant charity,
Devote their vacant minutes to the Muses,
Preferring them before Balcony Ladies,
And other fonder vanities of this Age.
Thri.
Courtiers, I think, have little else to do;
So to be idle, is in them a vertue:
But I do fear that writing Playes, will make
Our Inns of Court-men Truants in the Law.
Shortly they will be Ovid-like, who could
Not chuse but put Indentures into Verse.
E're I am Sheriff, I warrant we shall have
Master-Recorder rhime upon the Bench.
[Page 7]Landl.
It was a Comedy, they say, that first
Did make the Lawyer call'd, an Ignoramus.
Spar.
To put on Lock or Buskin on our feet
Is not our study, but recreation,
When we are tir'd with reading Littleton,
Penning a Scene does more refresh our brain
Then Sack, or Hide-Park ayr, Poetry is
The sawce that makes severer meats digest,
And turns rude Barbarism into delight.
Thri.
Sir, I have heard 'um say, that Poets may
Write without Ink rather then Wine.
Landl.
And I
Have heard that 'tis as hard to make a Play
Without Canary, as it is to make
A Cheese without Runnet: Tobacco leafs
Do more inspire, then all the leafs of books.
Thri.

How then does Sack injure our Poets Brains?

Spru.
Still are you muffled up in ignorance;
Do you not know too much excesse may turn
The greatest Antidote to deadly poyson?
Spar.
Besides, Phylosophers do say, that there's
Antipathy betwixt the Vine and Lawrell;
And since they hate Proximity i'th' Garden.
I scarce believe they do agree i'th' head:
And certain 'tis, that pure Poetique fire
Is not the cause, nor the effect of smoak.
Loud Musique sounds.
But hist, the Prologue enters.
Landl.
Now it chimes
All in, to the Play, the Peals were rung before.
Pro.
Must alwayes I a Hearer only be?
He being out, is laught at, by Spark. Thrift. Spruce. Landl.
Pro.

Pox take the Prompter,

Exit.
Enter another to speak the Prologue.
Pro.
Must alwayes I a Hearer only be?
Mayn't a Spectator write a Comedy?
[Page 8]He being out, looks in his hat, at which an Actor plac't in the Pit, laughs.
Pro.

Let him that laughs speak the Prologue for me.

Exit.
The Actor in the Pit laughs again, saying:
Faith Gentlemen, I'le leave your company,
Since none will do the Author Justice, I
Will something vent, though't be ex tempore.
Exit.
Spar.
I do not think but some poor Hackney Poet
Has hir'd the Players to be out upon
Suspicion, that they are abus'd i'th' Prologue.
Spru.
Perhaps our presence daunteth them, let us
Retire into some private room, for fear
The third man should be out.
Spar.

A match.

Exeunt Spru. Spar.
Landl.
I'le follow them, though't be into a Box.
Though they did sit thus open on the Stage
To shew their Cloak and Sute, yet I did think
At last they would take sanctuary 'mongst
The Ladies, lest some Creditor should spy them.
'Tis better looking o're a Ladies head,
Or through a Lettice-window, then a grate.
Exit. Land.
Thri.
And I will hasten to the money Box,
And take my shilling out again, for now
I have considered that it is too much;
I'le go to th' Bull, or Fortune, and there see
A Play for two pense, with a Jig to boot.
Exit.
Enter the Actor that was in the Pit.
Actor.
If I too should be out, this answer take,
I do not now so much repeat, as make.

Prologue.

WHen first this Toy was publique, 'twas unknown
To th' Author, and before 'twas feather'd flown;
He now consents, that you should see't once more,
'Cause he hath more faults, then it had before.
He knows there is a snarling Sect i'th' Town,
That do condemn all wit except their own;
Were this Play ne're so good, it should not take,
Nothing must passe that Gentlemen do make.
Whilst I did sit i'th' Pit, I heard one say
There n'ere was poorer language in a Play;
And told his Neighbour, he did fear the vile
Composure would go neer to spoil his stile.
Another damn'd the Scene with full-mouth'd oaths,
Because it was not dress'd in better cloaths;
And rather wish'd each Actor might be mute,
Then he should loose the sight of a fine suit.
O Wit and Judgement both! what they do raise
To prejudice, is here the chiefest praise:
Would it be proper, think you, for a Swain,
To put on Buskins, and a lofty strain?
Or should a Shepherdess such phrases vent,
As the Spring-Garden Ladies complement;
Should a rough Satyre, who did never know,
The thing we call a Taylor Lord-like go
In Silks and Sattins? Or a Country Lasse
Wear by her side a Watch or Looking-Glasse:
Faith Centlemen, such Solecismes as these
Might have done well in the Antipodes:
It argues a strange ignorance to call
Every thing foolish, that is naturall:
If only Monsters please you, you must go
Not to the Stage, but to a Bartholomew Show.
[Page 10]The Author aims not to show wit, but Art,
Nor did he strive to pen the Speech, but Part;
He could have writ high lines, and I do know
His pains were double to descend so low:
Nor does he think it infamy, to confess
His stile as Careless as the Skepherdess.
Good voices fall, and rise, and Ʋirgil, who
Did Georgicks make, did write the Aeneids too:
Laurell in woods doth grow, and there may be
Some wit in Shepherds plain simplicity:
The pictures os a Beggar and a King
Do equall praises to a Painter bring;
Meadows and Groves in Landskips please the eye
As much as all the City bravery:
May your ears too accept this rurall sport,
And think your selves in Salisbury Plain, not Court.
Exit.

The Prologue. TO Their Majesties at WHJTE-HALL:

Most gracious Sir,
OFt hath your Court the Forrests guilded o're,
Making that glorious which was rude before.
You having greater power then Orpheus, now
Draw woods unto your Court▪ each tree doth bow,
And homage pay: O may all Forrests be
As loyall to your Majesty, as we.
Enjoy these Sylvian sports, may they appear
Pleasing, as Hunting of the Noble Deer:
But let the Poet scape, may't be your will,
To frolique in the mirth, but not to kill.
So may he please you often: at first start,
Wound not his Play, and you'l make him a Hart.
Exit.

The Actors.

  • CLeobulus, a Gentleman of Arcadia, father to Phila­ritus.
  • Bracheus, a Shepherd, father to Arismena.
  • Philaritus, a Lover of Arismena.
  • Lariscus, a Lover of Castarina.
  • Paromet, a Satyre, father to Castarina.
  • Craculus, a servant to Bracheus.
  • Four Satyres.
  • Coridon and Rurius. Servants to Cleobulus, one of them a Magitian.
  • Three Shepherds, and three Shepherdesses.
  • Apollo and two Sybills.
  • Sylvia.
  • Arismena, and Castarina. Two Shepherdesses.
  • Attendants.

The Scene. ARCADIA.

THE Careless Shepherdess: A PASTORALL.

Actus Primus.

Scena Prima.

Musique having plaid a little, Philaretus is discovered discontented on his Couch, whilst one sings the ensuing Song.
They sing.
A Song.
1
GRieve not fond man, nor let one tear
Steal from thy eyes, she'l hear
No more of Cupids shafts, they fly
For wounding her, so let them dye.
For why shouldst thou nourish such flames as burn
Thy easie brest, and not have like return.
Chorus.
Love forces love, as flames expire,
If not encreas'd by gentle fire.
2
Let then her frigid coolnesse move
Thee to withdraw thy purer love;
And since she is resolv'd to shew
She will not love Do thou do too:
For why should beauty so far charm thy eyes,
That if she frown thoul't prove her Sacrifice.
Chorus.
Love, &c.
[Page 14]PHi.
Play on, let Musique feed the ear, which is
[They play it again.
Deny'd my Mistress voice. That strain again:
Oh 'tis compos'd of Harmony, it has
The Magick of a Syrens note. So, So.
[The musique ceases.
Now let them sing what in my sleep I dream't
Of Cupids cruelty.
They sing.
1
Blind Cupid lay aside thy Bow,
Thou dost not know it's use,
For Love, thou Tyranny dost show,
Thy kindness is abuse.
2
Thou who wert call'd a prety Boy,
Art thought a Scheleton,
For thou like death dost still destroy,
When thou dost strike but one.
3
Each vulgar hand can do as much,
Thin heavenly skill we see,
When we behold one Arrow touch
Two marks that distant be.
4
Love alwayes looks for love agen,
If e've thou wound mans heart,
Pierce by the way his rib, and then
He'l kisse, not curse thy Dart.
Phila.
Enough, no-more.
Why should I tax thy power gentle Boy,
That holds so much Divinity, it awes
Not mortalls only, but makes other powers
Sub-Deities to thine? Great Love forgive me,
I'le with religious and devout submission
Beg reconcilement for my errors.
Enter servant.
Serv.
Sir.
Your Father doth command your presence.
Phila.
Tell him
My duty shall present it self; I go
Like an unwilling Sacrifice to pay
My life, 'am loath, but must obey.
Exeunt.

ACTUS 1. SCENA. 2.

Enter Lariscus and Cassarina.
LAr.
Can you be Mistress of so cold a heart,
When such a flame as mine Courts you to warm it?
Think but how long and with what testimonies
Of my true service I have woed your favour.
Cast.
You are deceiv'd Lariscus, I have not
Such a cold heart as you pretend, nor am I
Ingratefull to your love you have exprest;
But you must pardon me, if I forbear,
And pause before I give my self away.
You men, when you enjoy what you desire,
Cool in affections, and being married
We lose our price and value, while we keep
Our freedome, you poure forth your service to us,
And study new wayes of devotion too
How to preserve us: Yet I do not make
This my reason, that I am so slow
In giving you that answer you desire:
I have profest already that I love
Your Person.
Lar.
These are words, Oh give me proof!
And let not Hymen wast his holy tapers;
Give me Possession of my Happinesse.
Cast.
Tame your affection, if you love me as
You have made boast, you will not think it tedious
To expect till I declare my resolution.
Me-thinks that Lovers might content themselves
Sometimes to meet, and talk, and smile, and kiss,
Without desire of more possession.
Thus I could satisfie my self, and you
A man, that better can correct your passions,
Should rest in this. The wish of more betrayes
But the rank part of Love.
Lar.
Were every Virgin
Of this opinion, the Race of men
And women would be lost; had but your Mother
Been of that minde, the world had never known
Such a thing as Castarina, whose sweet frame
And charming beauty, now hath made Lariscus
The subject of your pity.
Cast.
Well Lariscus,
If you will arm your self with noble thoughts,
And think without examining my heart,
I have some reasons why I thus delay you,
You will perhaps finde no cause to repent:
Yet I am free, nor can you challenge me
Of any injustice, if I should to another
Dispose my heart; no vows have past on my side
To meet with yours; what I may do hereafter
In your assurance, may deserve a welcome.
Enter Cleobulus and Philaretus.
Cleobulus is making to this walk,
And young Philaretus, let us withdraw
To the next Grove.
Lar.

I am happy to wait on you.

Exeunt. Lar. and Cast.

ACT. 1. SCENA 3.

CLeob.
Is this the reward of all my care? Hast thou
Forgot thy Birth and generous blood? Have I
By my own industry added to the Estate
My Father left me, with an hope to make
Thee great, and match thee to a Family
Of Honor? and have you thrown your kinde heart
Forsooth, upon a Beggar, a base Shepherdess?
Phil
Oh Sir forbear! The thunder when it breaks,
Carries no more horror with't, then this
Speech of yours. Can she be base, whom Nature
Hath grac'd with all perfections of the first
Creation? I tell you Sir, were all
As she, Pandora should receive her ills
Into her Box again, and man as at
The first, should be exempted from a fear
Of death.
[Page 17]Cleob.
Alas poor silly Boy! thou think'st
That virtue, which is onely varnisht o're
With modest looks.
Phil.
Such modest looks as grace
Arismena, cannot be counterfeit: She's
No Impostor: her chast looks are the true
Symptoms of what lies treasur'd in the heart,
To which l've vow'd devotion, and will pay
My love religiously to her chast self.
Cleob.
But ere you do't, think on these aged haires,
And tell me, if their whitenesse exact not
Your quick obedience to my will.
Phil.
Indeed
I must confesse you are my sather, and
May by that challenge Sir, to be the Pilot
Of my wil, and in ought which may concern
Me (but my wife.) You shall bear greater sway
Then I my self.
Cleob.
I thank thee Sir; in things
Of most importance I must be a stranger;
In slight and common things you'l use my counsell.
Phil.
Nay Sir; I did mean
To beg here your consent with all humility
Became a son; and I did nourish hope
You would be kinde, and make my wishes happy;
For I must here professe, I love her so,
That were the world propounded, my reward
To change that deer affection to this maid,
Thus I would spurn it. My soul flies to her
With wings of chast and zealous love.
Cleob.

Y'are then resolv'd?

Phil.

I am.

Cle.

To marry without a portion?

Thil.
Without such portions as the world esteems:
And yet she is not Sir so poor, she has—
Cleob.
What has she foolish Boy, a nest of sheephooks?
Her fathers goodly armory; a stock
Of tar, and seering irons, to grace your dining room,
Where for variety, instead of Armes
Shall hang so many Bottles and old Pouches:
Abroad his rotten sheep will raise a sum
To build, and purchase Towns; you'l learn a trade too
Of lying in the Sun, and lousing of
Your ragged Wardrope, besides the art
Of whistling to the dog that barks again
To help a Consort; these are precious things;
And then the beauteous Paragon your wife
With her Straw-Hat and Linsey-Wolsey robe,
A Peticoat has serv'd her twelve May daies,
Besides the Feasts of jegging about May-Poles,
Is such a treasure?
Phil.
If you consider Sir how great a vertue
Lies hid under so mean a veil; shall I
Despise a Diamond 'cause it comes not in
A golden Casket: all which the Poets faign
Was extant in Astrea fled, will seem
But as one drop unto the Sea, if my
Sweet Arismena's vertues be but weighed.
Cleob.
And this you praise so much, shall be your sole
Patrimony.
Phil.

Sir, your pleasure.

Cleob.
A goodly Patrimony: Vertue will buy
Lordships, and stock your grounds, maintain the off-spring
Of your admired choice; yes, and at length
Leave something to your Noble Family.
Phil.
Much wealth consists Sir in the enjoying
A vertuous Wife: admit you gave me to
A woman with a Golden Mine, whose vast
And unexhausted intrails can scarce
Be fathom'd, yet she may be a Strumpet Sir,
And so defile your unadulterate Race.
Will bags heap'd with coyn restore chast blood
Into those sinfull veins? I know't will serve
As Panders to corrupt your Noble Stock;
Oh think on that, and tell me if my choice
Deserve your scorn?
[Page 19]Cleob.
If you can finde estate
And riches to her comeliness, and create
A Noble blood to fill her bright transparent veins,
I may consent.
Phil.
The grounds we walk in Sir, and what your eye
In flowry meads may see abroad, are hers:
She has a thriving father, unto whom
She is sole childe; these things I grant hold no
Proportion to your estate, and yet
A less may bring content, but where she comes
To crown all this; what can be an addition
To my felicity? Pray Sir be not cruel,
But give consent.
Cleob.
Thou mention'st only shadows,
And art in love with baseness, leave this folly,
And think not of her.
Phi.
Bid me Sir not live,
And it will be much easier to obey you;
But while I have my breath, and use my reason,
I must be Arismena's Votary.
Cleob.

You must?

Phi.

My heart's compell'd.

Cleob.

'Twill break that heart when you finde want and force to turn a Shepherd.

Phil.

'Tis a pleasant change.

Cleob.
So, so, I here cast off
The relation of a Father, thou art no more
My son, I will adopt a stranger, and
He shall have all, my care meant thine.
Phi.
You are
Unmercifull: think Sir that once your self
Did love, and I have heard you tell a story
Something like mine, how much unpossible
You found it to withdraw your heart from one
Inferiour in Blood, and Fortune too.
Cleob.
But Sir, I was my self,
And had no father to offend.
Phi.
The Act
Was still the same.
[Page 20]Cleob.
Still arguing? no more,
I banish thee my sight, and what is mine.
Be absent from my thoughts, and know I can
Leave off to be a Father, when my Son
Shall cease his duty to my care.
Phil.
You might
Have given me a gentle doom, but since
You banish me your presence, I must go
To be repair'd in Arismena's smiles,
And there intomb your frowns: Yet let me beg
Your blessing first, which shall while you deny me
The benefit of what you have, to me
Serve as a Patrimony.
Cleob.

You hav't.

Phil.
Thanks worthy Sir, for now I'le strip my self
Of these mis-seeming weeds, the Shepherds green
Shall cloath Philaritus, nor can it make
Him poor, if Arismena smiles. The rich
Have wakefull nights, whilst the poor mans Turfe
Begets a peacefull sleep, in which they're blest
From frigid fears all day, at night with rest.
Exit.
Cleob.
He's gone: Has Loves inflamed dart then pierced
Past all recovery? I do pity him,
But must not shew't; if there be any means
That time or art can shew me to reduce him,
I'le study it.

ACT. 1. SCEN. 4.

Enter Bracheus.
BRa.
Good day Cleobulus:
You do my field a grace to take the ayr in't:
Cleob.

Oh! are you come? D'ye hear? you have a Daughter.

Bra.

I hope I have.

Cleob.

A fair one too.

Bra.

She's a prety Sun-burnt wench.

Cleob.

What Portion will you give with her?

Bra.

Why Sir, she has a Portion.

[Page 21]Cleob.
Say y' so?
Pray let me know the sum, happ'ly I may
Graft her in a Family of Honor Sir.
Brach.
Excuse me then, good Sir, if I appear
Too great a praiser of my own, she has
An honest minde, and that some men accompt.
A Portion Sir, it is not found in all
Her Sex, if stories may be credited:
She's young, and in my eyes fair, I dare yet
Believe 'em, she's handsome, and she can
Pray too, and spend not all the morn to dress her.
Cleob.

's this all her Portion?

Brach.
If I do like the man would be her Husband,
I can give Acres too, and many Flocks
Of sheep.
Cleob.
And will that make her in your judgement
A fitting match for my Philaritus?
Brach.

I do not say it will.

Cleob.

Why then is she in love with him?

Brach.

Why? is Philaritus in love with Arismena?

Cleob.
I, and not without your knowledge too, you have
By base temptations and devises wrought him
To affect her; but I'le cross all your plots.
Brach.
Have I contriv'd the ruine of your Son,
And basely wrought him to affect my Daughter?
I tell you Sir, I wisht both good to you and him,
But know I scorn as much your Son
Should marry with Arismena, as you
Can hate Philaritus for loving her.
Cleob.
Out Beggar, know that if my Son Philaritus
Doth marry Arismena, I will throw him
Quite from my blessing, from my state, from all,
And smile to see the ruine of you all.
Cleobulus offers to go forth.
Bra.
Pray stay, and hear what I resolve, if my
Daughter do marry, nay but entertain
A good thought of your Son, rich as you are,
I'le turn her out of doors without my blessing,
And not relieve her, though at point to starve.
[Page 22]I fear you not, nor your estate, I shall
Live in despite of your so generous blood,
Yes, and live honestly, which you rich men do not.
Get off my ground.
Cleob.

So, so, your goodly ground.

Exit Cleobulus.
Bra.
I'm vext, but he shall finde e're I ha done,
My Daughter is too good for his proud Son.
Exit.

ACT. 1. SCEN. 5.

Enter Lariscus, Castarina.
LAr.
They're gone again, and we may take this walk
Without the fear of spies; but you delay
To satisfie my urgings with discourse
Of that must be remov,d, before my wishes
Can meet their happinesse.
Cast.
The memory
Of banisht Paromet my Father wounds
Each thought I vary. If your Unkles power
Could make his doom reverst—
Lar.
If we might own
The knowledge where he is.
Cast.
Yet he hath being,
For else some vision would have taught my dreams,
Both how, and where he dy'd, till he's restor'd,
My vows have seal'd my resolution
To live a Maid, and not till then Lariscus
Must hope for Castarina. So adieu.
Exit.
Lar.
You have pronounc'd my sentence worse then death,
My torments will be lingring. Paromet,
If living, is not to be found, if dead,
All my desires must lose their ends. But stay,
Jealousie prompts me to suspect she mocks me:
I'le to the Oracle, my doubts shall be
Quickly resolv'd from its Divinity.
Exit.

ACT. 2.

SCENA 1.

Sylvia discovered in her Bower singing.

The Song.

Come Shepherds come, impale your brows
With Garlands of the choicest flowers The time allows.
Come Nymphs deckt in your dangling hair,
And unto Sylvia's shady Bowers With hast repair:
Where you shall see chast Turtles play,
And Nightingales make lasting May,
As if old Time his youthfull minde,
To one delightful season had confin'd.
Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
1 Shep.
What Musick's this doth reach our ears?
Which sounds like that made by the Sphears,
And so affects the eager sence,
'Tis ravisht with its excellence.
2 Shep.
The ayr doth smell of Indian spice,
Or that the sences stupifies,
Which by Arabian winds is spread
From the ashes of a Phoenix dead.
Whence is this wonder.
3 Shep.
See, see, where
The lovely Goddess doth appear:
Fair Sylvia, she that orders how
Before Pans Altars we should bow,
And for propition every year
Of the choice fleese our sheep do bear:
Pay thankfull Sacrifice, that he
May keep our flocks from danger free.
Instruct us Goddess what's thy will,
Sylv.
Upon this leavy wood-crown'd hill,
I do invite you to Pans feast,
Where each shall be a welcome Guest.
[Page 24]Then to the musique of my voice,
Move gently on each with his choice,
But so that no malicious eye
See ought to task your modesty;
For your delights must alway be
Attended on by chastity.
Dance.
Sylv.
'Tis time the Sacrifice begin,
Devotion must be done within;
Which done; you may of Ceres tast,
And Bacchus gifts, but make no wast:
For oft where plenty injur'd stands,
The bounteous Gods do shut their hands:
The snowy fleeces you have shorn,
And cropt the golden ears of corn;
Lyaeus blood is prest and put
Into the safe preserving Butt:
There when the cold and blustring ayr
Invites you from the Plains, (yet fair)
To take warm shelters, that may keep
Your selves in health, and ek your sheep.
Will into your numb'd limbs inspire
An active and preserving fire;
Let your expressions then be free,
And gently moving follow me
Ascends to her Bower singing. She sings.
On Shepherds on, wee'l Sacrifice
Those spotless Lambs we prize
At h [...]ghest rate, for Pan doth ke [...]p
From harm our scatt'ring sheep:
And hath deserved
For to be served
With those ye do esteem the best
Amongst the flock, as fittest for his feast.
Come Ʋirgins, bring your garlands here,
And hang them every where:
Then let his Altars be o'respread
[Page 25]With Roses fresh and red;
Burn Gums and Spice,
Rich Sacrifice.
The Gods so bounteous are, ye know
Ye mortals cannot pay them what ye owe.

ACT. 2. SCEN. 2.

Enter Philaritus like a Shepherd.
PHil.
Here's harmlesse mirth; o 'tis a happinesse
To be in such sweet company! who would
Not forsake all the riches of the world
For one he lov'd? Did she but live as pure
As are those souls contain'd in Shepherds weeds.
Oh Love! what man hath power to resist
Thy piercing darts, which like a fatal lightning
Hurt not the skin nor flesh, yet wound the heart?
I that this morning was my Fathers joy,
The sole hope of his age and fortune, am
Become a stranger to his family;
By him exil'd, and thrown from all his cares;
I scarcely in this habit know my self,
Yet I am happy in't, and shall be happier,
If Arismena, for whose sake I suffer,
Smile on the change, she's here, and with her.
Enter Arismena and Castarina.
Her fair Companion Castarina; I'le
Obscure my self, and listen to their talk.
Philatitus creeps behind a Bush.

ACT. 2. SCEN. 3:

CAst.
Indeed Arismena I must chide you for't,
'Cause you are fair, indeed the fairest Shepherdesse
In all Arcadia, must that make you cruel?
That Beauty would become you more, if you
Would shew you had a heart like other Nymphs;
Or if you cannot love, you need not scorn
[Page 26]Those that express their service.
Aris.
Thou art foolish,
I do 'em Justice; should I smile upon
Their passions, and pity 'em, or but nourish
Their folly, they would more afflict themselves,
And trouble me; I give 'em soon their answer,
Tell 'em what they shall trust to, that they may not
Languish in expectation.
Cast.

Well, you have a heart—

Aris.
Yes, I feel it beat, but 'tis not yet
Infected with that mischief you call Love,
Nor I hope sha'not; but if Virgins lov'd
Themselves, they would place a better guard about
Their bosomes, and preserve their innocent freedome,
And not let every flattery betray 'em.
Give up their liberty for a song or sigh
Of any whining Lover.
Cast.
Do you think
That no man can deserve your love?
Aris.
I ne're
Examine their deserts, that may endanger me,
They'r all alike to me that court my favour.
Arismena sings.
1
Now fie on Love, it ill befits,
Or man or woman know it,
Love was not meant for people in their wits,
And they that fondly shew it.
Betray their too much feather'd brains,
And shall have only Bedlam for their pains.
2
To love, is to distract my sleep,
And waking, to wear fetters,
To love, is but to go to School to weep,
I'le leave it for my betters.
If single love be such a curse,
To marry, is to make it ten times worse.
Cast.
Come Arismena, you in vain do hide
Yourself from me, I see through your disguize
[Page 27]'Tis prety well dissembled, but I know
Your heart is not so empty as you speak it,
I know you love—
Aris.

Whom prithee?

Cast.
Nay, he does
Preserve you too, were you more fair, and to
That beauty had a soul above your Sex,
You know Philaritus.
Aris.

Ha, ha, ha!

Cast.
A Gentleman,
Heir to Cleobulus, but his Fortune is
The least addition, he is Fames darling,
And one whose service is an heaven to you
Being but a Shepherdess.
Aris.
But a Shepherdess!
Why Castarina, I do value my
Being a Shepherdess above all his hopes
And fortunes, nor should change that honest title,
For all the honors of the Court, but, 'cause
It seems thou hast opinion that I love him,
I'le clear my heart to thee, and hold it truth
What I affirme: 'tis true Philaritus
Is a desertfull Gentleman, and hath made
Expresse signes of his dear affection to me;
But by Diana's self, he is to me
In point of Love, no more then he that is
The rudest Shepherd of the Plain.
Cast.
No more;
I do believe you, and rejoyce to hear it,
For in her heart poor Castarina loves him,
Though he knew it not.
Philaritus comes from the Bush.
Aris.
Who's that? Hath not
Some Shepherd overheard us?
Phil.
Yes, but one
That shall take no delight to publish what
Concerns his own misfortune.
Aris.

Is not this Philaritus?

[Page 28]Cast.
Turn'd Shepherd for your sake:
How every garb doth become him?
Phil.
Do not
Fly me sweet Arismena, for I bring
No danger to your person, sooner death
With torture should let fall his strings upon
My heart, then once Philaritus should bring
A thought that should displease fair Arismena?
Aris.
What is your will Sir, for I now have but
Short time for stay; and if your businesse be
No other then you late propounded to me,
You need not a repetition,
Unlesse you take delight to hear me say,
I cannot love?
Phil.

Why then I cannot live.

Aris.
Yes, many a fair day, and enjoy a love
Of far more worth then Arismena is,
A foolish Shepherdesse.
Phil.
He must not be
A man, and hold his life long, that should dare
To speak that language.
Aris.
Well Sir, is this all
Th' affairs with me, the minutes call me hence.
Philaritus and Arismena talk aside.
Cast.
Poor Caftarina, in what plight art thou
To see the treasure of thy heart slide from thee,
And powre it self into anothers Bosome:
She is compos'd of tyranny; I should not
Be so hard-hearted. would Philaritus
Direct his passions hither. Oh my Fate!
Aris.
Indeed Philaritus I cannot help
All this, I'm not your Fathers Governour,
'Tis but your disodedience, you may
Recover him again, if you will take
My counsel, and throw off this foolish love;
Your Father's wise, and I am of his minde
Partly; you take a course to lose your self:
And where you urge the penance you are willing
To undergo for love of me, I answer,
As you cannot resist what love compells you to,
I cannot help that I am not in love,
It is your fate to have too much, and I
Too little love, all this must be obey'd.
Cast.
Steel break his heart, let me advise you Sir
Be not too much dejected, this is but
A short liv'd humour, I dare prophesie
You may be happy in your affection.
Phil.
Make not my wound ridiculous I pray
By flatt'ring me with hope; she is all marble.
Aris.

Come Castarina; stay, is not that Gracculus?

ACT. 2. SCEN. 4.

Enter Gracculus.
GRac.

I'm glad I have you, oh Mistress.

Aris.

What's the matter?

Grac.

Feel here, and here, and indeed every where.

Aris.

Hast thou met with a Satire, thou art frighted?

Grac.
Worse, worse, the devil would not have
Put me into this sweat.
Casta.

Prethee speak, Why art thou so distracted?

Aris.

He bleeds too.

Grac.
'Twould make you mad to be us'd as I ha' bin, but that's
Not all; oh Mistress, your Father and my Master,
Aris.

Ah! What of him? is he sick?

Grac.

No, no; worse, worse▪

Casta.

Is he dead?

Grac.

Worse, worse, an he had been dead my head had not been broke, and my bones made powder in my skin, with his Sheephook.

Phil.

What's the wonder?

Aris.

Speak the worst:

Grac.

Why then he is possest

Aris.

With an evill Spirit?

Grac.

Yes the devil is in him I think, he came home in such a fury, and has beaten us all round, the poor Whelp in the Chim­ney Corner for offering but to open his jaws, being newly waked [Page 30] out of his dream with his thundring, and his brains beaten out, which the Cat perceiving, run mad out of the top of the Chim­ney: The first word he said was, Arismena, Arismena, and be­cause you appear'd not, the next thing was a blow, this blood can witnesse. I could scarce recover my tongue to tell him you were not within, but after half a dozen more knocks and kicks one with another, for I was not to choose, bad me run in the de­vils name and fetch you, and presently, or go hang my self; ima­gine I was glad to be out of his reach, and with as much hast as my bruises would allow, I have sought you up and down, now I have found you, pray come home, and know his meaning, I dare not appear without you, I must choose my tree else. Oh my shoulders! I think I were best hang my self presently to be out of my pain.

Aris.
'Tis very staange, but Castarina come,
Nay, thou shalt bear me company, and help
To calm his passions. Farewell Philaritus.
Exeunt, all but Philar.
Phil.
That word carries some comfort yet; Oh may
Blessings reward thy tongue for't; and yet 'tis,
If I remember, but the common word
At parting. Farewell, something it contain'd
Once, but 'tis now grown empty, and no wish
Of happiness: Was ever man thus lost
I'th' labyrinth of Love, to Court my Mistress
A flinty hearted woman? Oh my Stars!
You were ungentle to design me such
A miserable fate, to affect, where I am
Scorn'd, and have no power to withdraw
My heart from ruine; death were an easie change:
Why, I am in the way, it must needs break
My heart at last, I must once die, and 'tis
Better to die in love then otherwise.
Exit.

ACT. 2. SCEN. 5.

Enter Lariscus.
LAr.
When by the current of yon' Christall stream
I sate me down, a gentle slumber clos'd
These wearied eyes▪ and dreams transforming love,
Made beauty seem imperfect in her self,
For then, oh then, sad thoughts disturb'd my mind;
I sigh't forth that, which in my knowing sense
Was Heresie to think; so pure I know
Was Castarina's love, that to misdoubt,
Were breach of faith, and yet such fancies did
Arise within my troubled brain, I know
Not what to hope, or doubt. O fancy!
Thou works't too much upon my nature, and I
Am too too credulous of dreams; yet pass
Thou ill suspitions of my love, they shan't
Disturb my rest, which like to healthfull blood
Shall run in all my veins, and by my hopes
Create a new establisht peace, which shall
Extinguish fearfull thoughts, as Lucifer
Exhales the grosser vapours from the earth.
Then till Apollo's Oracle propounds
More cause of fear, I'le hope the best;
Soft Musique within.
this sweet
Harmony tells me, I'm neer the sacred place
Which will resolve my doubts: And see! the Temple
Doors yeeld me a free access unto his Throne;
Yet I'le forbear to speak, till he have ceas'd
His Musique on his charming Lyre.
A Scene discovered, whereiin Apollo is seen playing on his Harp, and two Sybils singing. Apollo falls from his former tone, and plays an Ayr, to which the Sybils sing.

ACTUS 2. SCEN. 6.

The Song.

WE to thy Harp Apollo sing,
Whil'st others to thy Altars bring
Their humble prayers
For length of daies:
Or else for knowledge of their Fates,
Which by their prayers thou renovates,
And dost renue
Not as their due,
But as their worth, incites thy love
To shower thy blessings from above.
Laris.
He kneels.
I am all wonder.
Thou who dost all secrets know,
Ʋouchsafe for to descend so low,
As to resolve a doubt which springs
From dreams, and such sad nightly things.
Shall Castarina be my Love?
Speak Apollo, and if she prove
But kind unto my vowes, I swear
I'le offer Incense every year,
And oft my grateful thanks return,
And Spices on thy Altars burn.
Apollo.
Thou shalt finde crosses in thy love,
Yet time may make them blessings prove;
For when the Ʋirgins o're her Hearse,
Have plac't the Garland and sad verse,
And bath'd the cold earth with their tears,
Thy hope shall overcome thy fears.
And till that she be dead, shall not
Enjoy her love: Unty the Knot.
Apollo's Scene closes up.
Lar.
Be clearer Oracle, and leave me not
In doubt: What! are your gates already shut
Open but once again, and speak, although
Your voice be death, let not my trembling soul
Be tortur'd through despair, or else be griev'd
By vain expecting of my joyes. Say great
[Page 33] Apollo, Is she mine?—Not a word.
Art thou grown deaf unto our prayers; then here
Begins my misery; and where I did
Expect the clear unfolding of my doubts,
There I perceive a Riddle.—I shall be
Crost in my love, and yet from thence derive
New blessings. Can effects spring from a cause
'Has difference in th' extream? When she is dead
I shall enjoy her love. With what delight
Can my flame meet her cold and uselesle earth?
Or must I then form to my memory
Her living shape, and with defire imbrace
That Shadow, which my fancy now commands,
And when I please gives me possession of.
The jugling God makes pastime of my passions:
But why do I prophane? great Power forgive me,
'Tis a just punishment; for being curious
To know the mystery of Fate, I must
Refer th' event to what is order'd by
The high disposer of my destiny.
Exit.

ACT. 3.

SCEN. 1

Enter three Satires.
1
COme on my fellow Satires, we will be
Still Masters of the Woods, and please our selves
And our appetites, no matter though
The foolish Shepherds rail upon us, let us
Pursue our game, no Shepherdess shall scape [...],
Unless they wa [...] with stronger guard, and when
Men come like Armies to destroy us, we
Trust to our nimble feet, and leave them cursing,
Because they ha' not wings to overtake us.
2
The Nymphs, because we are deform'd, contemn us,
But if we take them at advantage, we
Teach 'em repentance, and delight our selves
Upon their rape; the last I grappl'd with,
Was a delitious Thief.
3
Pursue your pleasures;
Only I charge you, if in any walk
Of yours, the beautifull Arismena
Chance to appear, none touch her to offence;
And lest your presence fright her, hast away,
She must be mine, although I'lmost despair:
That so much sweetnesse should affect a Monster,
For I have 'gainst my nature courted her,
Lain prostate at her feet, with sighs and tears
Besought her to compassionate a heart
That languish'd for a kisse, still she has scorn'd me,
Next time I meet her at advantage, I
Will satisfie my full desires upon her.
Omnes;
We will obey.
All other of her tribe
Are free to you, but she must be my prey:
Oh I am ravished but with the thought
How sweet a piece of flesh I shall compell
To serve my pleasure; not a thousand prayers
Nor rivers of her tears shall quench my lust:
Methinks I have her at imbrace already;
We live to please our sence, and wo'd not change
Our Goatish shapes with any soft humanity
To court a female, and be made their fools,
And die for love of any pievish Giglet.
2
Yet 'tis not much amisse to flatter them,
If so they may be won.
3
Right, but if they
Be obstinate indeed, use violence,
And snatch your own delight from their fair Bosomes,
And glory in't; when we have broke their Maiden-heads
They'l serve a doting Shepherd. Come be frolique,
And leap into a dance to practise our
Activity, the place is most secure:
Lustily Pipes; I am all fire methinks.
As the Satires are dancing, another Satire comes in, pulling Graculus by the heels, he crying.
Grac.

Oh good Mr. Satire! Ah! ah!

They continue their dance about him, pinching and kicking him; which done.

How came you by this fellow?

Grac.

He came not by me, but overtook me an't please you, a pox on his heels. Oh! what will become of me?

I, here's right, out of the frying pan into the fire.
My Master has half thrasht me to death—
1

Your Master, what's your Mistresse?

Grac.
My Master is the Shepherd Brachius,
Father of the fair Arismena.
1

Arismena, ha!

2

What shall we do with him?

3

Hang him upon the next tree,

Grac.

Ah! if you hang me, I shall never be my own man a­gain: Ah!

2

Let's tear him to pieces,

4

Limb by limb,

3
Roast him, and eat him,
Hee'l make a feast, the fool is fat.
Grac.

You'l never endure my flesh in your mouths Gentlemen; Ah!

2

What not yours?

Grac.

Alas I am not sweet, do not your worships smell me? 'tis rank within my lynings.

2

No, be advised by me, this fellow I have heard runs neigh­ing after the Wenches, the first thing we do Let's geld him;

Omnes

agreed.

2
I have an excellent Whittle to cut
His throat, or to carve him, Come Sirrah.
Grac.

D'ye hear sweet-fac'd Gentlemen, you talk of hang­ing, I'le choose my Gallows, I, let me be trust up before you untrusse me, O that fashion let me die a man, and not a Capon! Oh misery! Alas I have nothing to speak on! Ah! ah! If ever I neighed after any Female, or beckoned, or whistled, but to Boptaile our Bitch, that helps me to look to our sheep, and kennells with me, which I hope is no offence; or flung so much [Page 36] as a wanton eye upon any Cream-fac'd Shepherdesse in Arca­dia, let me whipt to death with Nettles, or flea me alive: Oh courteous, hairy, hoary, Satyrical Gentlemen.

1

I have considered, stand off, and I'le pronounce his sentence.

2

You had better have been hang'd at first, as I wo'd had you.

3

Or roasted, flead, or any thing,—he'l pay you—.—

4

Or carv'd, as you were advis'd; he'l torture you, prepare to be seven years a dying.

Grac.

Oh! do, do what you please with me, I shall not need to make my will, or if I did, you wo' not let me go home to fetch what I would bestow upon you in Legacies, and to trust a­ny of you to be my Executors, is to no purpose; you have fright­ed me half dead already. Now, now.

1

Do you serve the fair Arismena?

Grac.

I ha' not serv'd out my time, would you would give me leave to deserve Indentures.

1

What will you do to save your life now?

Grac.

Do? why if it please you to command me, I will do a­ny thing, oh! any thing, to please any of your friends here to give their consent, and be bound hand and foot, I'le cut their throats.

2. 3. 4.

Ha!

Grac.

If you be so contented.

1

Will you promise, nay swear to bring your Miftress to this place to morrow, pretending you have found out some Fountain or delightful Spring, or what other invention you can tempt her with, but let no body else come with her.

Grac.

She shall come by this hand, is that all? If I do not tice her hither, why carve me when you take me next, as that will not be long, if I perform not my Covenants, do what you will with me; we two will meet you here.

1

Not meet me, not a word of me, or any of my Companions.

Grac.

D'ye think I am such an Asse? what care I who meets, you'l do me no hurt.

2

Nor her, we'l only be merry, and dance a little.

Grac.

Nay use your pleasures, I'le bring her, or let me be gor'd to death with your Worships horns.

1

I'le trust thee, farewell, if you fail, look to't,

Exeunt.
Grac.

I must keep my oath, and bring her hither, or they'l [Page 37] firk me when they catch me again: But she's my Mistress, what then? and may—thereby hangs a tale, hum! Why there's no great harm if they do but—and so let her go, she'l passe for a Maid a reasonable while after this letcherous Goat has a mind to her, no matter, I shall be thought innocent, and preserve my skin from their fangs by it.

I save my self, I'de give my Sister, Wife,
And almost hang my self to save my life.
Exit.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 4.

Enter Bracheus, Arismena, and Castarina.
ARis.
Sir, be assur'd you have a Daughter, whose
Happinesse consisteth more in being
A subject to your will, then could she boast
The mighty treasure of the Indian Mines.
Brac.
Say'st thou so Girle? 'tis well, very well said,
And yet there's something in a corner of
Thy eye, makes me suspect, dost weep?
Aris.
If any sorrow Sir appear in me,
It is that you suspect me to dissemble.
Indeed I speak with freedome of my heart,
I never lov'd Philaritus, nor will.
Brac.
Nor will: how's that? not if I should command.
How now? you go too far.
Aris.

Sir, you amaze me.

Brac.
I am amaz'd my self, and half distracted,
But look you do not love him; if he have
By any secret Love trick crept into
Your heart, out with him, tear him out again
Upon my blessing: 'Cause he's a Gentleman,
Must we be trod upon? our souls are free
And high as his: What, I am Bracheus still,
And thou art Arismena still, my Daughter,
Obedient I hope; ha! art thou not?
And he is but Cleobulus, a man
Of more estate, more dirt, and dunghill acres,
Wears richer cloaths, and feeds more daintily,
Yet he's but flesh and blood, his Son too good
To look on Arismena, threatned and cursed
For loving thee, he sha' not need, he sha' not.
Aris.
Indeed he has often woo'd me Sir, and I
As often have denied, for trust me Sir
I cannot love at all yet, and 'twere strange
If he should creep into my good opinion,
And I not know on't: Willingly I would
Not dream I lov'd him, but if waking we
Joyn our affections, I must lose my reason.
Casta.
So, so, this makes for me, how it doth joy
My heart to hear 'em both so peremptory?
Brac.
His Father told me ye had both chang'd hearts,
Which was no small vexation, to hear
My Daughter had bestowed her self without
My knowledge and consent.
Aris.
Sooner should I
Have thrown my self on some devouring Beast,
Then yeeld my heart to proud Philaritus
Without your will.
Brac.
I'ave found thee hitherto
A dutifull child, and on the full assurance
Of what thou speak'st is truth, I wish all blessings
Be powr'd into thy lap Girle, and so I leave thee.
He offers to go, and comes back.
But if you play false play, and juggle with 'em,
D'ye hear? I say no more, and yet I'le speak it,
I'le turn thee graying with the Flock, and curse thee.
Aris.

Sir, my obedience shall deserve your blessing.

Brac.
Kneel down, and take it, and a kisse, go too,
I'le not suspect thee now, my heart's unquiet,
But 'twill I hope come to his own again.
Farewell Castarina, you love my Daughter,
Counsell her not to love Philaritus.
Exit.
Casta.

Most heartily, I hope she wont Sir.

Aris.
Now Castarina, am I worth your credit,
Are you confirm'd Philaritus has no Engagement here.
Casta.

You told me so before.

ACT 3. SCEN. 5.

Enter Bracheus.
BRach.
Daughter, a word, my mind is chang'd, and I
Consider if you do affect Philaritus
It can be no dishonor; and his Father
Enter Philaritus, and over-hears.
Sayes he does love thee infinitely, besides
He is a prety handsome, prety Gentleman.
Phil.
What do I hear? her Father speak such kind
And loving language to Arismena
Of lost Philaritus: oh happinesse!
Brac.
And he has had good breeding, he shall have
A good estate, being his Fathers Heir.
Aris.
How's this? But Sir, you said his Father had
Quite thrown him off for his affection
To me.
Brac.
Indeed he threatned some such matter,
But things may easily be reconcil'd,
And he may be reduc'd to love him Girle
When things are done, therefore be wise.
Aris.
Thus low,
And lower in my heart, I speak my duty,
You gave me life, but good Sir take't not from me
E're you compell your Daughter 'gainst her heart
To love and marry with Philaritus.
Though other eyes and judgements give him all
The praise a young man can deserve, to me
He holds no substance, a meer Apparition;
And so with my consent he vanishes.
Brac.
Again, again, let me imbrace my Girle
To my own heart, it was but my desire
To try thee again, I hate him and Cleobulus,
And to the grave shall follow thee with more
Comfort, then to his Marriage. Now farewell,
Be constant Girle, and blesse thy aged Father.
Exit.
Casta.

He's strangely troubled.

Phil.

Oh my grieved soul!

Cast.

Ha! is't not Philaritus?

Aris.

Away, I wo' not stay to hear him speak.

Exit.
Cast.
You must alone then Arismena, for
I cannot go so so
Phil.
She flies [...]; [...]ight;
As I appear'd some ugly killing Serpent,
Yet Castarina stayes. Pray was not that
Fair Arismena that went hence? and yet
You may be silent still, I know 'twas she;
Sure I want eyes to look upon my self,
And there is some deformity my sight
Cannot discover; what think you, am I
So strange a Monster?
Cast.
You are fair and comely
In my opinion.
Phil.
You are charitable,
Would Arismena thought so; and yet why
Do I pursue my torment; if she scorn me,
Why do I place her here, so neer my heart?
Cast.

Be wise Philaritus.

Phil.

You counsell well.

Cast.

And love, where you may finde your love rewarded.

Phil.
Sure there is none that can affect Philaritus;
Why blush you Castarina?
Cast.

Would you could so easily read my heart.

Phil.
I have it,
It may do me good, this is a gentle Shepherdesse,
Forgive me heart if I dissemble with thee:
Fair Shepherdess, you have been witness to
My Loves sad story; and when Arismena
Was cruell to my vows, you seem'd to bear
A part of grief with me, and that deserves
My thanks, I wo'd say love, if you accuse not
My change too soon. She cruell hath despis'd me,
And Justice bids me punish her, and blesse
My self, by off'ring to your care my heart.
Cast.

Philaritus doth mock poor Castarina.

Phil.
She comes too fast upon me, yet I know not,
Arismena enters.
A woman's heart is fathomlesse, she's return'd.
[Page 41]If you sweet Castarina smile upon me
I'le quickly bury Arismena's frownes
In those fayre Eyes.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 6.

ARis.
What do I see and hear!
So soon turn'd Votatrie to Castarina
Oh man where is thy faith! yet I deserve it
My heart's too great to speak to him, I finde
A mutinie in my thoughts, who's this Lariscus.
Enter Lariscus.
The Shepheard that affecteth Castarina
The object will as little please his Eyes
For she is taken with Philaritus.
Kisse and embrace.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 7.

LAr.
Oh cruell Castarina!
Is this th' reward of all my loving service?
This sight afflicts me, is Philaritus
My rivall? and by destiny appointed
The barr to all my hopes, If I mistake not
Report speaks his devotion directed
Only to Arismena, She's here too
A witnesse of his falshood. How do you
Affect their Actions Arismena?
Aris.
You.
Are not too much delighted I imagine,
They are both false, Oh for revenge! I'le do't
Why should we be so tame? Philaritus
Is perjur'd.
Lar.

Castarina is too cruell.

Aris.

Be rul'd by me and punish 'em.

Lar.

They observe us.

Aris.

It shall but vex their Eyes, Let us seeme loving.

Phil.

Lariscus and Arismena they embrace.

[Page 42]Cast.

And so let us.

Phil.
By Jove, playes with his hayre,
He kisses her, was I thus scorn'd for him
I am not well
Good Castarina leave me.
Arismena and Lariscus pass by hand embracing Exeunt.
Cast.

Not well, defend good Heaven! where is your paine?

Phil.

Here at my heart.

Cast.

At your heart.

Phil.
Nay then I shall finde you will be another
Disease to me, pray have me.
Cast.

How's this poor Castarina.

Exit.
Phil.
Me thinks all this might have an easie cure
A little blood dram'd from the heart would doe it
And then I am reveng'd, no I am then
A greater triumph to her pride, no woman
Is worth our smallest part of life, and man
Betrayes a Cowardize for a wantons scorn
To practise wounds upon himselfe; yet I
Must not be altogether tame and suffer
There is a subject fit for my revenge
Lariscus must not long enjoy his breath
Or I must sacrifice my selfe to death.
Exit.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 8.

Enter Lariscus with a paper in his hand.
LAr.
'Tis more then I expected, for I meant
To take revenge on thee Philaritus.
Lariscus.

The injury done me by thy ambition and courtship of Arismena is no way to be pardoned, if thou hast any spirit meet me at Apollo's Oake this afternoone, where I will either punish thy insolence, or with my owne blood write my selfe

Arismena's sacrifice. Philaritus.
Had I not known the faire Castarina.
Or thy accomplsh't vertues, this had bin
A cause sufficient to enflame my blood
[Page 43]But as thou art the subject of my thoughts
This will encrease my zealous flame, and whil'st
Philaritus thinks Arismena steels
My poynt, tis thou adds vigour to my arme
Faire Castarina's written here and in
Each wound I make sweet Castarina shall
Be read. Yet stay! Coole thy strong passions harte
Let not fond Love be blinde, use reason ere
Thou fight'st and weigh what in a woman can
Deserve a wound. Why Castarina's faire,
And seems to have a Soul above her Sex
That may enflame my heart. Oh no! She may
But seem a glorious Star, and then in what
A case is poor Lariscus in when he
Shall wound Philaritus and finde his Love
Beneath his thoughts 'twould be a Corrasive
Beyond a Cure, and does already make
Me hinge like to a doubtfull needle drawn
Betwixt two Loadstones, which at once inclines
To both and neither; Yet vanish all such thoughts
They are most false be then reveng'd Lariscus
And meet the fury of thy enemies speare
Whose flatteries have destroy'd thy hope in feare,
Now cruell Castarina if I dye
There is an end of Lovers miserie.
Exit drawing the Challenge.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 9.

Castarina.
Sola.
I Have discovered his intention
To court my beauty, that he might appear
In his neglect, to Arismena; more
Desir'd by her; 'Tis our generall humor,
And I my selfe would now enjoy Lariscus
Because he now neglects me. But my feares
Will not allow me to believe it possible
Let it be ordered then by Providence
[Page 44]And Time, Whats here contayned, ah! a Challenge
She takes up the Challenge.
Sent from Philaritus unto Lariscus.
Oh my Stars happy influence! they have made me
The means for bles't prevention of their ruines
'Twixt whom their owne dissembling hath begot
A mutuall jealousie. I must be suddaine
Not dally with occasion! 'Tis our Fate
To increase our loves by others seeming hate.
Exit.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 10.

Enter Graculus and Arismena.
ARis.
This place will yeild an Eccho to thy voyce,
Come therefore Graculus, Let's passe the time
More pleasantly, you have a merry Song I know.
Grac.

Truth Mistris, you know my Songs they are rude, Yet such as Nature, not Art, hath taught me I'le power into your eares.

Graculus sings.
1.
I am in love and canot wooe
Heigho! Heigho! what shall I doe,
I gape and sigh and sometimes weepe
For Phillis that my heart doth keepe.
2
I love her haire and forehead high
Then am I taken with her eye,
Her cheeke I doe commend for gay
But then her nose hang's in my way.
3
Her lipps I praise but then steps in
Her white and pretty dimpled chinn,
But there her neck I doe behold
Fit to be hung with chaines of Gold.
4
Her breast's are soft as any downe
Beneath which lies her Maiden Towne,
[Page 45]So strong and fortified within
In vaine I hope to take it in.
Aris.

Excellently sung Graculus.

Grac.

Nay I have a voyce, and had not my Masters beating and a cruell fright stuck by me, I had sung most melodiously.

Aris.

What fright's this you talke of?

O Mistress about this place, I, here about a Satyre met me, and so misused me, as had I not been more then man I could nere have liv'd, the very signes of their nipping me are like embroide­ry on my flesh, Oh! doe not touch me 'tis a paine to think on them.

Satyre appearing, Exit Graculus.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 11.

SAt.
I seaze you cruel faire one; but from those Lipps
Will force no amorous Kisse, if your pure soule
Denies me one, I will but aspire
So high as to salute your hand, and if
With freedome you shall grant me that, I'le boast
How much I am oblig'd.
Aris.

Dare not to touch.

He flyes from her.
Sat.
See brightfull Star, your voyce has shrunk me back
And I lie prostrate at your feet, nor from the Earth
Will raise my trembling joynts, till that clear voyce
Which struck me down shall raise me from the ground
And by your genuine voyce create my soule
As pure from dregs of Earth, as yours.
Aris.
'Tis well
This language argues more then what you seeme
And could almost intice me to beleive
I might shake off the feare, which doth arise
From sight of your grim shape, yet still those looks
Those ravenous looks affright my heart, and I
cannot be safe midst such deformity.
Sat.
O stay! Let not this outward shape amaze
Your brighter selfe; The minde that's faire may well
Excuse what Nature hath misshap't. Grant that
Shee had bestow'd as comely parts upon
This outward forme as ere Narciscus had
Yet if the minde had bin mishap'd the man
Would (like some curious peice of Marble) seeme
A glorious forme, and wo'nt the rich endowments
Of the inward man; Vertue and wit, those parts
Which make him different from a moving statue.
Aris.
Rise from the moyst bedewing Earth, your tongue
Has won so much, that I'le admit your touch
My hand.
Sat.

Which with Devotion I will Kisse.

Aris.

So you'l wish no more.

Sat.
One touch upon that Lip
And I have done.
Aris.

I grant so you'l be gone.

Sat.
Not yet, this Kisse has ravisht me, and now
You have betraied your selfe, it had bin easie
To give ore when I was conquer'd by your speech
But now I have tast those sweets which hangs upon
Your Lips, you may expect the day and night
As soone should meet as I not Kisse againe
Aris.

O I'm undone.

Sat.
No faire one I can leave
Immodest Kisse, and love intirely love
Those noble parts that grace thy better selfe
What though thou seestt me rude? yet in this shape
There is a soule can honour thee, and I
Must now imbrace thee as my Joy.
Aris.
Defend
Me Powers.
Sat.

From what?

Aris.

From Ravishing.

Sat.
None means
So bad, or ill a deed; the gentile breath
Which from the Phoenix nest perfumes
The rosie morn, Is not more chast then I
The Idolater adoreth not his Idol
With greater reverence then I will you.
Aris.

Horror!

[Page 47]Sat.
Why
Thus passionate? No mortall payes Devotion
With greater zeal unto his private Larr
Then I my duty faire to you.
Aris.

I dare not hear.

She offers to go.
Sat.
You must and shall, for if you do not turn
Your frowns to smiles, I shall but force that from
Your brest which might be freely gain'd.
Aris.

Deliver Gods!

Sat.

By all you name you stir not hence, the flame that's kind­led here will not be so supprest

Either consent to be my mate, or from
Your bosome I will pluck my own delights.
Aris.
O helpe.
Deliver Stars from such a cursed fate!
Sat.
Nay then I must be bold and force you render up
Your cold Virginity unto my greedy lust.
As the Satyre is taking up Arismena, Enters Phila­ritus & wounds him: the Sa­tyr lies on the Stage as dead.
Assist you Powers assist.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 12.

Enter Philaritus, who wounds the Satyre.
PHil.
Curst be thy letchrous soule, may all thy stock
Perish in thee
Sat.

Oh I am slaine.

He falls.
Phil.
Why stand you trembling? wipe all palenes from
Your cheeks, here's none to fright you here
But poore Philaritus, and in his soule
You may repose your peacefull rest, he which
Has ventur'd thus, will think no blood his own
If it be kept from being spilt, when he
May spend it in your service.
Aris.
You have Sir
Engag'd me beyond my desert, and though
Arismena be a woman and can repay
Nought but her thanks, yet those shall be so oft
And justly paid to you, that all the world
Shall know my heart is not ungratefull
For so great a favour.
Phil.
You may be pleas'd
Arismena to finde a thing more gratefull
Then formall thanks, if you'l return your love
Twill make me happie, and renew a life
For trust me I doe wonder how I live
Without your resignation of my heart
Which you have faire one, and I cannot last
Unlesse you give it back
Aris.
I doe resigne it
Most willingly. I claime no title in it.
Phil.
But yet you cannot for indeed my heart
Is bound with yours, and unlesse you bestow
Your own I must be voyd, no heart can be
Encircled in this brest but yours.
Aris.
Why? you
Would not have me pluck out my heart to have it swallowed.
Phil.
You're pleas'd to jeast, you know my
Meaning, and if you will can add a joy
To my sick soule
Aris.
You'l have me render then
Love back for love, why that I cannot doe
Phil.
Why Arismena, why? have I deserv'd
So ill that you should kill me for my faith
And make another rich in your affection.
Aris.
Sure you are chang'd and this is but pretence
Castarina is your love, and had you bin
Lover of me, as you would seem, she had nere
Bin courted by Philaritus.
Phil.
How like the Ivie hath my heart desir'd
To shew by what embraces I would hold you
I have no loving thought on other beauty
You're life, and from your smiles I gaine
My blisse.
Aris.
If then your blisse consists in me
[Page 49]I'm sorry that my eyes invite my heart
To grant another suite, for trust me Sir
I could wish (in the reqitance of this
Last favour) that I could bestow my heart
On you, which since I dare not doe I take
My leave, and wish you rest for your own sake.
Phil.
Stay yet and hear me a few words, I know not
How long I have to live, and rather then
Be punisht thus with your continual scorne,
I'le put on wings to meet death; but be sure
My troubled spirit shall pursue thee living,
And represent my passions, and not leave thee
Till thou by such a cruelty as thy owne
From him whom thou affectest best, shall suffer
As I have done, and dye to meet me in
The gloomy shades of lovers.
Aris.

Fare you well Sir, I'le think on't.

Exit Arismen:
Phil.
Why do'st not break thou foolish heart, but thou
May be art destin'd for Lariscus sword.
Death will be happinesse, I'le kisse that fate
Rather then live the object of her hate.
Exit Philaritus.
Sat.
Mischiefe pursue you both, he wounded me,
But not I hope to death, though I seem'd so
I'le be reveng'd upon you both for this
I fear I bleed too inward, If I die,
My curses shall procure their Tragedie.

ACT. IV.

SCEN. I.

Enter Bracheus.
Brac.
HOw vaine unbridled youth is that's ore sway'd
By giddy passion resolutely hazard
For satisfaction of their triviall rage
Their soules eternitie? Castarina
Hath inform'd me that young Philaritus
And Lariscus doe intend to venter
Like Prodigal gamesters, at one cast, the stock
[Page 50]Of both their live and fortunes: Prevention
Must be soone appli'd, or their too much beat
May prove their utter ruine; and though Cleobulus
Count me the object of his scorne, my care
shall give him notice of their wilde intents.
Enter Coridon.
Good day to you Sir, may I desire you would
Let your Master know I'de speak with wit him.
Corrid.

I shall.

Exit.
Brac.
Perhaps Cleobulus, whose scrupulous soule
Is apt to make a question of my faith
May judge this act a flattery, a pretence
Of seeming frendship that with more safety
Philaritus may obtaine his desire
Of Arismena, then to hazard
him to the danger of Lariscus spear.
But these are vaine surmises; my intents
Are plaine and verteous, and good actions ever
How ere miscontrived carries their reward
Still with themselves.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 2.

Enter Cleobulus.
Cleob.

Would you with me?

Brac.

Yes.

Cleob.

Speak your intents.

Brac.

Philaritus—

Cleob.

Shall not injoy your daughter.

Brac.

'Tis not my suite.

Cleob.

Say y'so Sir, I shall with far more patience hear you.

Brac.
Briefly thus
I am inform'd, and tis a serious truth
Your sonne Philaritus (whose noble soule
Cannot indure a Rivall in his Love)
Hath sent a Challenge to Lariscus
O Sir think what deserved pitty 'twill excite
In every honest bosome, that two such plants
Should be cut off from earth ere their full growth
As by a violent Tempest, So, or one
Or both are like to perish, for this morne
They are resolv'd to try their skill at Armes.
Cleob.

Which you would have me to prevent?

Brac.

It is your part.

Cleob.
Ah, Ah, Ah;
You are mistaken then, for well I finde
Your aime, and see you do contrive this plot
To win me to consent Philaritus
Should marry Arismena; but you are too
Too young to cheat a Fox, and therefore
Ought to take more subtiler wayes then this
Why you contemn'd my Sonne but now, and if
That rage sprang from the heart, you would be glad
He should receive the danger you pretend.
Brac.
My rage was grounded here, and know right Sir
I cannot, neither will I now repent
What then my pasfion utter'd, I have more
Of man within me, yet see here's the Challenge
Sent from Castarina, which I will keepe
Though eminent mischiefe follow; I d little thought
This discovery of your Sons danger wo'd
Have merited this entertainment.
So your best fate protect you.
Exit.
Cleob.
May be
That Bracheus is noble in his thoughts
And truly doth intend the good of young
Philaritus: Why should he else affirme
Hee has the the challenge? and means nothing else
But friendship with Cleobulus? I was
Too hasty in my speech, and therefore will
Send for him back; within there tell Bracheus
I'd speak with him.
Enter Coridon.
Cor.

I shall Sir.

Exit.
Cleob.
If now
I see the Challenge, I shall soon perceive
Whether it be Philaritus his hand
Or no, and then I soon shall finde his plot.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 3.

Enter Bracheus.
Brac.

Did you send for me?

Cleob.
I would
Acknowledge that I was too rash for to
Suspect your goodnesse ere I had a cause
Sufficient for my ground, and therefore would—
Brac.
Have me produce the reasons which occasion'd
My former speech to you.
Cleob.

Tis my ambition.

Brac.
Nay since you urge my anger, you shall know
I slight as much your fury as your love:
Nor shall you by entreaties win me to
Prevent the mention'd danger; He who can
Be so unjust as to misdoubt my truth,
Shall perish in his ignorance, before
A sillable I utter shall deliver
Him from his suddaine ruine.
Cleob.
I pray be'nt so resolute,
I shall be diligent unto your speech,
And weigh each word that issues from your tongue,
And study how to shew my selfe your friend.
Brac.
My rage is not malitious, like a spark
Of fire by steel inforc'd out of a flint,
It is no sooner kindled, but extinct.
This paper will inform you all.
He gives him a paper.
Cleob.
Tis so, my Son has challenged Lariscus
Into the field. O Fate!
Brac.
Fear not, If you
Have but a forward will to act what I
Shall counsell, doubt not, your affaires shall meet
A fortunate Issue.
Cleob.

O how I pray!

[Page 53]Brac.

Your eare.

They whisper.
Cleob.
You councell well, you and my better Fate,
And by this means will cure their bloody hate.
Exeunt.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 4.

Enter Satyre Solus.
Sat.
The paine of my late wound hath rob'd my spirits
Of strength and use: the blood that won't to dance
Through the concaves of my veines, now moves
With a dull beating in my quiet pulses,
And I begin to faint. Thou gentle earth
Allow me what sweet comfort rest affords,
And let thy verdant bosome be my bed.
He lyes down.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 5.

Enter Graculus.
Grac.

I am a rogue and deserve hanging for betraying my poor Mistresse: She's tossed and tumbled by this time: Let me see.

Sat.

Oh!

Grac.
Thats not her voyce, ha! the Goats! the Satyrs!
Where's my Mistresse, he has not eaten her I hope.
Sat.

Help me I am wounded.

Grac.

And if I did think so, I would be more familiar.

Sat.

I cannot goe, help I shall bleed to death.

Grac.
He's almost kild. First my letcherous friend
Where's my Mistresse?
Sat.

She was rescu'd by a man has almost slaine me.

Grac.

Now I have a great minde to kill him outright, howe­ver I will dominere

Where's your hurt?

Sat.

Here, oh! thou dost paine me.

Grac.

Would you have a Surgeon; you shall be hang'd first.

Sat.

Sweet friend assist me.

[Page 54]Grac.

Now I will make amends for all, and carry this Satyre home to our house, where we will whip him twice a day; and af­ter the maides have gelded him, I will hang up in our chimney to dry for bacon. Sirrah you are no rascall, you deserve not to be firk'd and jerk'd and yerk'd: my dogg a mountaine, you are wilde, I'le tame you now I think on't, what if I cut out his eyes and then shew him upon market dayes to the Aradians where eve­ry man and maide will give money to have a lash at him like a b [...]inde Bear.e What doe you think of a wench you pestiferous goat, you must be rutting, and no flesh serve you but my Mistriss, come I'le bring you to them shall coole your liver.

Sat.

Gently, oh gently, gentle Shepheard oh I shall dye.

Grac.

Not till we'ave done, you must have your carnallity, I was pincht and trod on, you dogs face, does your abominable worship remember? and threatn'd on perill of my life to pimpe for your bestiality, well there is no remedy you shall upon my back to the house of correction.

Sat.

Deare friend use mercy, I repent.

Grac.

Friend and mercy, Yes I will be your friend to help you to a dog whip, and mercy in abundance

I say.

As Graculus is taking him up, the Satyre takes him in his armes and car­ries him away.
Grac.
Oh Mr. Satyre
Gentile Mr. Goat, I did but jest.
Sat.

You shall be hang'd in earnest.

Grac.
Help, a Rape, Mudrer, Fellony, Oh! I am undone
I shall be eaten up alive.
Exit.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 6.

Enter Philaritus and Lariscus with speares.
Phil.
I love thee yet Lariscus for thy boldnesse
To meet an enemy and could wish thy error
To 'ave bin unborn, but cannot bear an injury
So great as to corrival my affection
In beautious Arismena.
Lar.
Thy own tongue
Betrayes a cause that makes thee worth my killing
Thy guilt of flattering my Castarina.
Come fight, and let our courage meet and execute,
Not talke.
Phii.
Revenge hath wings, thou needs not call it
Upon thee with more hast.
They fight.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 7.

Enter Arismena and Castarina with Bowes and Arrowes.
Aris.

Hold.

Cast.

Stay.

Aris.
An other duell must be fought, this place
Is ours.
Cast.
If Philaritus attempt
A wound upon Lariscus, here
I'le punish it with Arismena's death.
Aris.
And if Lariscus hurt Philaritus
Within the bosome of Castarina
I'le hide this killing Arrow: never look
With wonder at us, you kill one another
And send your foolish Ghosts to raile at us:
No, rather let us execute, and save
That cruelty upon our selves, you being
Men that are troublesome to the world and us.
Phil.
Oh here, make me happy Arismena
My breast will meet thy shaft.
Aris.

Stand faire.

Lar.
And mine
Shall glory to be pierc'st by Castarina.
Cast:

Have at you then

Make as though they would shoot, but fling away their Bowes & imbrace.
Aris.

Thus doe I shoot a kisse.

Cast.

And thus I aime at thee.

Aris.
Pardon my dear Philaritus I have
With too much tryall of thy love offended
If not too late, here I resigne my heart
In satisfaction, and am thine, without
Affection to Lariscus, with whom I
Conspir'd to make thee think we lov'd each other
Upon thy courtship unto Castarina,
Who told me of your meeting, and contention
Which now must dye in your embracing us.
Phil.

I am extas'd with joy.

Cast.

And am I welcome?

Lar.

To my heart.

Cast.
If all seconds were so carefull to
Compound, there would not be so many slaine.
Aris.

Here we begin our joyes.

Phil.

May they last ever.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 8.

Enter Satyrs. Some seize upon the weapons, and others carry away Arismena and Castarina.
Aris.

Help!

Cast.

Helpe!

Phil.

Villains! Devils!

Sat.

You come upon your death.

Exeunt Satyrs.
Lar.

They have our spears.

Phil.
That I could look 'em dead, the slaves out fly
The winde, they're gone, they're lost for ever,
Our heaven but now discover'd, we are thrown
To hell, and suffer torment above all
The wretched souls endured.
Lar.
There's no persuing now,
Let us collect and muster strength to be
Reveng'd upon their goatish generation.
Phil.
Gods must persue the Ravishers, for mankinde
Wants force; where shall I hide my cursed head?
Lar.
You sha'not grieve, nor curse alone while I
Am partner in so great a miserie.
Exeunt.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 9.

Ener foure Satyrs.
1 Sat.
See those commands that I impos'd be strictly
Kept, and least so much as but a noyse of their
Complaint be heard, be sure you binde, and gagg
Them both; why stay you thus? be quick, and not
Lesse mercifull then poysoned Arrows from
A Tartars bow.
Omnes.

We suddenly obey.

Exeunt.
1 Sat.
Its fit. Now will I glut my selfe, and in
A full revenge tickle my spleen; O twill be
Brave sport to winde these aged sirs in such
A labyrinth, as their industrious care
Shall more infold them in, then set them free.
But see I talk, not execute; Delay
Brings danger with't, and oft designes betray.
Exit.

ACT. 4. SCEN. 10.

Enter Philaritus and Lariscus.
Phil.
Tis strange these woods should be inhabited
With store of Satyrs, yet we finde none of
Their horrid Cells. There's no place that has scap't
Our narrow search, though the sulphurious earth
Hath breath'd forth all its ills, and hung its fogs
To dark the Ayre, yet have we venturd through
Their loathsome smells, to finde a Satyrs cave,
But they are hid; some intelligencing
Devil has told their sudden Fate, and help'd
Them to some ayerie wings.
Lar.
Curse light on them!
Had we bin of the femal sex, they wo'd
Have shew'd themselves.
Phil.

Right.

Lar.

But now they fly us.

Phil.
Yet the lightnesse of
[Page 58]Their heels shan't free them from a deadfull Fate:
We fall like lightning on their heads, and scorne
To welcome rest, untill our spears have bath'd
Their steely poynts within their murderous souls.
Lar.

I like thy resolution well.

Phil.
Who's here?
Enter Coridon.
Coridon the newes with thee?
Cor.

This will declare my coming

He gives him a letter.
Phil.

I wonder that my Father writes to me.

Lar.

Read and perhaps thou wilt not wonder.

Philaritus;

Since thou art charm'd with Arismena's beauty, and accounts nothing cordiall but her love; I cannot choose but praise thy constancy, and wish to see thee incircled in Arismena's armes; Her Father hopes as much, who with me expects your present coming to my house.

Your Father Cleobulus.
Phil.
This Phisick comes too late, this kindnesse should
Have blest your Son before, read read Lariscus
And tell me if my Fathers love be timely,
O my accursed Stars, by whose black influence
My Fate is poyson'd thus, that I could reach you
To be aveng'd upon your golden heads,
Which I would pluck from heaven, and bury in
The earth, never to shine againe.
Lar.
Let me perswade in this extream to go
And let me wait upon you to your Father,
He's powerfull and may at his command
Raise men enough to ransack all the woods
And finde the caves where dwell these horrid Satyrs
Whom we will torture for the Rape committed,
As they shall wish themselves in Hell to be
Rid of our punishment: we must be active,
And live to be reveng'd, not sigh away
Our spirits thus.
Phil.
Thou dost advise me well,
This may assist us to performe our duty
To our abused faire ones, and revenge
Their staine in part, but sure nothing can be
Enough to recompence their cruelty.

ACT. V.

SCEN. 1.

Enter Cleobulus and Bracheus.
Cleob.
IT will rejoyce my Sonne Philaritus
To finde such comfort in my Letter, which
Speaks all my anger off, and full consent
That he should Marry beautious Arismena.
Brac.

You writ that I was willing too.

Cleob.
I did.
Good Bracheus now my friend, I did consider
The errors of my passions, and with much
Contention in my selfe at last resolv'd
This way to merit pardon, you by this
Have had a tryall of my Sonnes affection
To your faire daughter.
Brac.
Sir you shall command
What is in Bracheus power, I had a passion
And old mans anger too, which your good nature
Already hath forgiven.
Cleob.
You are perfect
In what we have design'd, to perfect all
Our joyes, and make a faire contentment swell
In every bosome, stormes cannot last alwayes,
The blackest night must have a day succeed it,
And pleasures have enlargement in our heaart
When we have suffered paine: I wonder that
My Sonne makes no more hast.
Brac.

Here's your servant.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 2.

Enter Coridon.
Cor.

Your Sonne my young Mr. is come Sir.

Cleob.
Alone: It was misfortune I forgot
Lariscus in my Letter.
Cor.

He's come with him.

Cleob.
Excellent, then all things may be fortunate,
You'l please to doe what we devis'd already
To entertaine them.
Brac.

I'le about it instantly.

Exit.
Cleob.
So, so, a sudden change will much delight
His care oppressed heart; he's here, my blessing,
Enter Philar: and Lariscus.
And then to you a welcome good Lariscus.
Me thinks you weare a sadnesse in your browes,
What sullen clouds disguise your Faces thus?
It is a time of joy Philaritus,
You read my Letter, and consent that you
Should marry Arismena, and that Bracheus
And I are friends. What sorrow?

ACT. 5. SCEN. 3.

Phil.
I prithee
If thou hast strength Lariscus tell him what
Sad chance hath rob'd our hearts of all delight
For I shall faint ith' repetition.
Lar.

Your comfort comes too late Cleobulus.

Cleob.

Too late! why pray?

Phil.
I prithee speak the sad news in his eare,
I dare not hear the sound: what thing is man?
How like a leafe toss'd by the winde? he knows
No certaine way. O love thou art concern'd
To bear a part in our revenge, and if
Thou bee'st a God, ayde two oppressed lovers
A gainst the lustfull Fiends have ravish'd all
Our joyes and wealth away!
Cleob.
You fright me Sir,
By Satyres snatcht away? and could you not
Pursue 'em?
Lar.
They had first surpris'd our weapons
With which they kept us back, whil'st two of their
Black crew flew from us with the prey,
Oh had you heard the cry of the wrong'd virgins!—
Phil.
Nay heaven did hear it too
But had no thunder ready, not one shaft
Of vengeance to throw upon the Ravishers.
Justice is dead, or in a sleep, and we
Poore mortalls pray and are not pittied.
Cleob.

Do yee know what then became of your two Mistris­ses?

Phil.
I know faire Arismena cannot live
After her bodies staine.
Cleob.
There came late to me
A grave learned Gentleman, that has
Great knowledge in the secret art of Magick,
I will intreat his skill in this afaire,
He'l tell us all the event: I'le to him my selfe,
Stay here a while.
Exit.
Lar.
Though I expect there can
Be nothing but more cause of sorrow for us,
Let's hear what he can say, or shew.
Phil.
He may
Direct us too, to order our revenge,
But I suspect no Art can tell us where
The poore things are.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 4.

Enter two servants, one of them a Magitian.
1 Ser.

My Mr: has prevail'd already with the Gentleman: Who holds it easie to discover all.

Lar.

Is this he?

Phil.

You are welcome Sir.

Mag.
Alas poore young men, their faces
Carry too much of sorrow, but the Fates
Must be obey'd, I am informd of your
Desires, and I request none may be with us
But these two, please you to depart, there is
Some reason in my art Sir for your absence.
1 Ser.

Most willingly.

Exit.
Mag.
Sit down I pray, but stir not on your lives
Nor speak to what you see; you must suppose
What ere you see is not substantiall
But ayerie shapes that represent the life
Of those you seek, which to offend may be
Most prejudiciall nay dangerous
Even to your lives; the charme shall not delay
Your expectation longer: doe you know
The Satyrs when you see 'em once agen.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 5.

Enter Cleobulus like a Satyre courting Arismena, Bra­cheus like another Satyr courting Castarina.
Phil.

The same, the very same.

Lar.

Be they Devils.

Phil.

Wee'l revenge them here.

Philaritus and Lariscus offer to run at the Satyrs who pulling off their Vizards are known to be Cleobulus and Bracheus.
Cleob.

Do, kill thy Father boy.

[Page 63]Brac.

Murder thy Unckle.

Phil.

Ah! Are you the cruel Satyrs?

The supposed servants in the interim steale away Arismena and Castarina.
Cleob.
Yes and have we hope
Made you amends: They were our men
Which we both shapt, and fitted for that purpose.
Lar.

You frighted us.

Cleob.
It is confest, but now
Wee'l crosse your hopes no more, but give you those
Yee terme your greatest happinesfe: May heaven
Make their wombs fruitfull with as blessed issue
As ere gave Parents hopes.
Phil.
These wishes Sir
Adds to my great content, and were
But Arismena here, there were not in
The world that which could make Philaritus
Accurst.
Brac.
It is my wonder that she stayes
Thus long.
Crying within.
Lar.

What noyse is that?

Phil.

Some's strangled sure.

Cleob.

Hear tis plainer now.

They cry within.
Brac.

Let's in I pray.

Phil.

All's well I hope.

Exeunt in hast, and enter againe.
Cleob.
We hear a noyse but can
Not tell where tis.
within

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Phil.

Harke!

Cleob.

Its here abouts.

Cleobulus drawes the curtain and findes Coridon and Rurius in a payre of stocks their hands tied and their mouths gaggd.
Lar.

Oh horrour!

Phil.

Unbinde the men.

Brac.

I am affraid.

Cleob.

What sport's this?

Cor.

No sport, the Satyrs—

Phil.

What of them?

Cor.

Having intelligence (I know not by what means) of your disguising of your selves into their shapes, have surprised the houfe; and ere we were aware bound and gaggd us as ye see; so instead of us brought in Arismena and Castarina, who since have [Page 64] carried them away leaving us in this lamentable case.

Cleob.

Plagues pursue them.

Brac.

Horror attend them.

Lar.
Furies!
Rise in my braine and help me to revenge.
Phil.
Fix me for ever here, oh you that send
The active lightning from your throne, or trust
Me with your thunder once—Dare you not?
Or have I more consuming flames within?
Yes my breath may blast them all—stand off
Runs up and down.
Furies swell up my breast, and in this rage
I could unmake the world, and turne it back
Into its first unpolished heape, and shall
Performe some worthy deed worthy Philaritus.
Exit.
Cleob.

This doth distract my Sonne.

Brac.
Wee'l counsell him
Till we have set him right.
Lar.
I'm lost in griefe
And smalls the hope I have to finde releife.
Exeunt.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 6.

Enter Arismena and Castarina
Aris.
Here may we rest and ease
Our tired limbs, whilest some refreshing gale
Courts our sad feares into a sweet repose,
Sit downe.
Cast.
I'le doe what you command, yet I
Am fearfull here's more danger then we see.
Aris.
Your too too nice Fates guide! to Fates yeild wee,
For pensive cares can't alter their Decree.
Arismena and Castarina retire and fall a sleep in an Arbor on the Stage.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 7.

Enter 1 Satyre Solus.
Sat.
This was her wonted place, on these green banks
She sate her down, when first I heard her play
Unto her lisning sheep; nor can she be
Far from the spring she's left behinde. That Rose
I saw not yesterday, nor did that Pinke
Then court my eye; She must be here, or else
That gracefull Marigold wo'd shure have clos'd
Its beauty in her withered leaves, and that
Violet too wo'd hang its velvet head
To mourn the absence of her eyes: And see
The Satyr spies them asleepe.
Where she doth lie, purging the moystn'd ayre
With her more gentle breath: Methinks she chides
Me in her sleep, and frights my blood to palenesse
As I stand: But come, I am resolv'd
Nor can I longer now forbear to force
Arismena to come with me, whilst I
Leave Castarina to her Destiny.
Satyre takes up Aris­mena and Exit.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 8.

Enter Bonus Genius of Castarina as she sleepes.
Bon. Gen.
Sleep Castarina whilst thy sence
Doth loose its use, from fancy take
Instructions of that Excellence,
They'l keep thee safe when th'art awake.
Nice honour is so rich a thing
That to preserve it rather dye
Or kill the Ravisher would fling
Such stains upon thy Modesty.
Tis faire and just revenge for they
Whose bosomes lodge such foul intents
Tis fit should dye and dayly pay▪
Their debt to th' sin in punishment.
Exit.
[Page 65] Castarina awakes.
Cast.
Stay gentle Spirit, and with those sweet sounds
Strike on my waking sence, that I may be
Confirm'd tis no illusion: I'le obey
The counsell of my Genius; sure twas it
That guards me: Would it would appear agen
And teach thee Arismena—ha! She's gone;
And whither? how! my ignorance! and wonder!
A whirlewinde in its giddy motion carries
Light matters not more swiftly, then shee's vanisht,
Hath danger frighted her? or is she forc't
By some rude Satyre? Thou that didst instruct
My soule so lately, guide me to the knowledge
Of her much doubted Fate, or shew the way
She's fled, that I may follow. Arismena!
Let me oretake thee; a ravenous Beare,
Or Wolfe hath seiz'd thee, I would share thy harmes
And both die foulded in each others armes.
Exit.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 9.

Enter Satyre with Arismena.
Sat.
Come faire one, cast off your trembling fear,
No violence shall force your Love, I'le rather choose
To pierce this breast, then let one accent fall
That may offend your eare.
Aris.
You doe offend
In speaking thus.
Sat.
I should displease you more
To snatch my pleasures from your brest
Aris.
You wo'd
Indeed, and doe already fright my blood
To palenesse in my cheeks.
Sat.
Oh say not thus, I doe
Confesse I have not in the stock of my
Deserts enough to force one bounteous smile
For to create me new; but let not that
Cause you to frown, or with one angry look
Turne me to ashes as I stand.
Aris.
Still you
Doe gild the Pill, you'd have me take, but I
Assure you Sir my heart is none of mine,
Though the bright Marriage God has yet forborne
To light his Tapers. We breath both from one soule.
Sat.
Come, come, you doe but jest to egg me more
By your delayes.
Aris.
You'l finde I speak the truth,
And covet more to die a Martyr for
This cause, then live to be an Empresse.
Sat.
Are you so resolute? so stout, go in,
Visit the rooms I led you through, look on
Those stings you are to feel unlesse you doe
Consent, and then consider that if they
Inforce you not, you shall be quickly sent
To those blest fields you vainly hope to view.
Aris.
That death is welcome which shall render me
A chast example unto posterity.
Exit. Aris.
Sat.
These Arcadian Nimphs are patternes to the world
Of chastity; had my breath bin spent on
Ladies of the Westerne court, they would have prov'd
More gentle then to let one thus long sue
Without a close imbrace, whilst these fly from
The name, fearing the sound might get
An Act of lust.
Enter Castarina.
Here comes another too
Whose brighter soule shall not by me be forc't.
Faire Maide?

ACT. 5. SCEN. 10.

Cast.

Blesse me ye Powers!

Sat.

From what?

Cast.
From you and all your curst
Associates.
[Page 68]Sat.
Why faire one? I carry
Nothing to afright you but this shape.
Cast.
In that
Lurks all thats bad.
Sat.
Judge not thus ill, th' respect
I'le shew to you shall merit better thoughts.
Cast.
You shew respect, heavens defend! can I
Believe there is civility amongst Wolves,
Or that a Lyon can be brought to couch
Before his prey. Stand off, or you shall feel I dare
Snatches a po­niard from the Satyrs side, & wounds him.
Be more then woman, sluce your blood, and laugh
To see your soule expire.
Sat.
Stay gentle Nimph
This little blood has checkt my daring soule.
Cast.
But dost thou bleed? oh stop the murmuring stream
Least my Feeble nature sink at the sight
She drops the poniard and the Satyr takes it up.
Of blood.
Sat.
Art thou so quickly chang'd, is that
Great spirit which thou proudly boasts turnd to
Effeminacy? Come kisse me, or I'le
Draw so much of thy own 'twill fright thee more
To view it streaming from thy veines.
Cast.
Keep off
For I dare suffer—
Sat.

A kinde salute.

Cast.
No,
Death and meet it through more tortures then ere
Tyrants could invent.
Sat.
I'le try your valour,
And get you yonder till I've fram'd a death
More horrid then ere fancy thought on yet.
Cast.
Let fall your stings, they shall be welcom'd too;
I'le kisse the hand which shall dismisse a maide
And praise thy act in the Elizean shade.
Exit.
Sat.
Nothing can alter her, but as the Stars
Keeps still her constant course; yet something I
Will doe—I, it shall so, and if
This failes I'le try some other plot.
[Page 69]Hollow within, and then enter a Satyre.

The newes?

2 Sat.

The Shepheards are insnared.

1 Sat.
O bring them in.
Exit. 2 Sat.
They're timely tane, for now my plot may finde
A good successe, or as I am, I may
Either revenge or lengthen out my day.
Exit.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 11.

Enter four Satyrs with Javelins bringing in Cleobulus, Bracheus, Philaritus, and Lariscus bound.
Cleob. Brac. Phil. Lar.

Unbinde us slaves.

2 Sat.

I, doe, pull your armes to peices, twill be a torture we forgot to invent.

Phil.

That I could kill my selfe.

Lar.

Or any thing rather then die by their ignoble hands.

Brac.

Patience is our onely remedy.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 12.

Enter the Grand Satyre.
3 Sat.

Here comes one will tame you Sir.

G. Sa.

I am resolv'd nor though I can will greive.

speaks as to some within.
4 Sat.

The spies are brought.

G. Sat.
You have done well: Now see that one of you
Muster enough to guard these woods, whilst we
Afflict our punishments on these.
Sat.

I goe.

Exit.
G. Sat.
Come hither you that are the Master of
These woods, and think it nothing to destroy
Whole troops of Satyres What wo'd you bestow
On us to set you free? wo'd you give up
Your Virgins to our use, and let us take
The beauties of your Land?
Omnes.

Destruction first.

Sat.

Nay you should enjoy them too, onely we—

Phil.

Wo'd crack their Maindenheads—

[Page 69]Lar.

And we sho'd then—

Phil.

Be married to them.

Sat.

Right.

Brac.
And leave our Lands to those
You get.
Sat.

Yes.

Omnes.

A halter first.

Sat.
Say so! Tear limbs.
From off the trees give them a welcome.
The meaner Satyres play on the Hooboys drest as though they were boughs, but in a distracted way.
Phil.

Strange Musique!

Lar.

The screech-Owles Dirge ere death.

Having plaid thus distractedly they play some acurate lesson.
Brac.

Their notes are chang'd.

Cleob.
And now they sound as when the dying Swan
Fills the Ecchoing woods with harmony.
Phil.

What shall become of poor Philaritus?

Cleob.

Wee'l dye incircled in each others armes.

Sat.
Fetch in the youths and let them sing the Songs
They have prepared.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 13.

Exeunt Satyrs, entring againe tending on Arismena and Castarina drest in some disguisd shapes.
Lar.

What now?

Phil.

Our sentence.

The Song.
1
Sigh Shepheards sigh
Spend all your breath in groans
Lay your sweeter Musick by
Hearken onely to the Drones.
Henceforth no other Garlands view
But what are made of dismall yewe,
Tis fit all nature now should mourne
And every tree to Cypresse turne.
2
Those Nimphs are gone
Whose lookes in awe did keepe
The Wolfe and Fox who alone
More then Pales blest our sheepe,
Their sweetest grasse the Lambs did finde
Where their bright eyes not Phoebus shin'd,
In every place where they did come
They made a new Elizium.
Wretched Swaines ye now can have
No Paradice but in the Grave,
Chorus.
Die, then die, since they are fled
The onely life is to be dead.
The Song being done Ex: Arismena & Castarina
Gr. Sat.

Unbinde the men.

Omnes.

What then?

Gr. Sat.
I aske your pardons Sirs, and wo'd
Be glad to know what can deserve your smiles.
Phil.
Jest not foule soule, it is a death to live
The object of your view, we can as bravely
Suffer, as you torment, and were those here
Which you have ravisht from their loves, we wo'd
But shed some funerall tears upon their hearse
And gladly meet our deaths.
Sat.
They're dead indeed,
And since you know their fates, you shall be brought
Unto their Tombes: I'le drop as many tears as you
To shew my penitence, although it be
A thing averse for me to weep, yet when
I think what goodnesse I've destroyd, I must
Accuse my lust, and then lament your losse.
Phil.

Accursed slaves.

Sat.
Nay dry your tears, for if
There be such groves and joyfull fields as you
Call fortunate, your Nimphs are sporting in
Their shades, triumphing ore our cruelty.
[Page 72]Lar.

They died unspotted then.

Sat.
They did, and breathd
Out soules as pure as ayre before it mixt
With Earth.
Phil.
Blest virgins! Lead forward to their Tombes,
I long to pay a funerall tear, and weep
Till I'm become the onely Niobe.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 14.

Enter Satyres with Arismena and Castarina in Coffins.
Sat.
They are inclos'd in these, in them is hid
More riches then the world has left, but I
Sin in their praise, my tears shall expiate
My crimes.
Weepes.
Phil.

Which is my Arismena's Tombe.

Sat.

This.

Phil.
I will bedew this chest, whilst you Lariscus
Weep your griefes ore that
Lar.
Oh Castarina!
Send from the Elizean fields thy ghost to call
Mee hence, let not my ayrie soule be pend
Within this lumpe of clay, and I be absent
From that rich place, thy purer parts doe blesse.
Phil.

My eyes grow dry, this brest has so much griefe I cannot vent my tears.

Cleob.

I can supply what you doe lack, methinks I could im­balme both corpes in mine, or else

Create a Sea with Rivers from my eyes.
Brac.
My sorrowes flow
So fast I want expressions for my griefes.
Sat.
Rise from the earth, your tears can't raise them from
Their silent Urnes.
Brac.
But yet they may perchance
Hasten my Journeys sooner then I dream't.
[Page 73]Aris. Ca.

Rather then so we'l rise and live againe.

They open the Coffins and rise from them.
Omnes.

Alive!

Sat.
Yes, and have I hope made you amends
For all the injuries I've done. 'Tis true
I oft have thought to woe Arismena
To consent to marry me, but I found
Her ever constant to Philaritus,
Besides this shape has frighted her, which thus
I now cast off.
Discovers himselfe.
Omnes.

Paromet.

Cleob.

Your father Castarina.

Cast.
I know it Sir, and was acquainted with
The plot, but had not leave to crown you sooner
With the happy newes, or else I should ere this
Have blest you from your fears:
And beg a pardon for the wounds I gave you.
speaks to her father.
Cleob.
You are call'd home, and every one rejoyceth
Your doom's reverst.
Sat.
I've practiz'd all that's done
With this intent, that if I could procure
Arismena as my Love, I hop'd I sho'd
The easier intreat you to sue for my
Returne, which I doe finde you have obteyn'd
And doth exact my service ever and bindes
Me to entreat your pardon Arismena.
Aris.
I can forgive, and had you wrong'd me more
You have made a large and faire requitall, in
Giving me up chast unto Philaritus.
Phil.

Doe we not dream?

Aris.
Most certainely we are
Awake, and now made happy.
Cast.
At last
Our hearts meete.
Lar.

Never to be disjoyn'd.

Sat.

And once againe take Castarina from Her Fathers hands.

Lar.
Welcome again dear heart
To my own bosome.
And now the truth of the dark Oracle
Is clearly illustrated, Thou wast dead,
Dead to my hopes; and now I doe enjoy thee
After thy restitution to new life
Whence thy Lariscus doth derive his own,
Thy faithfull true Lariscus.
Cast.
I beleive it
Though you suspected me.
Lar.
Allow that errour.
A reconciliation and free pardon.
Henceforth I will be guarded with such care
A jealousie shall not assault one thought
Without repulse.
Graculus cries within.
Cleob.

What noyse is that?

Brac.

No more plots I hope.

Sat.
No, no,
'Tis Graculus whom I have caus'd to be
Kept close.
Brac.

O prithee free him all are friends.

Enter Graculus.
Sat.

Hee's here and I'le obscure my selfe.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 15.

Grac.

Oh the horrid place, and tortures I have both seen and felt, are you their Master? Doth any of you desire to see Hell before you go thither.

Cleob.

The fellow's mad and thinks there's no other place but that.

Grac.

If you doe? come but with me and I will shew a place—such a place as goes beyond the fire spitting Moun­taine and has worse tortures in't by halfe then the gnawing Vul­ture, Ixions wheel, or whatsoever else the lying Poets doe ima­gine. O Master! had you but some little grudgings of what I have indur'd you wo'd—I, that you wo'd run mad, wilde, nay—allmost try the certainty of eternity, rather then have your bones thus unjoynted in your skin.

Brac.

Ah, Ah, Ah, you're rightly serv'd for betraying your Mistresse.

[Page 75]Grac.

The Devil! how came you to the knowlege of that?

Sat.

Why I told em.

Grac.

Oh free me from a Furie, a Devil.

Offers to run away.
Sat.

Neither you see.

Discovers himselfe.
Grac.

Exil'd Paromet, had I known this I wo'd—

Sat.

What?

Grac.

Why—

Sat.

Nay out with't.

Grac.

Have told Castarina to've bin freed by my discovery.

Sat.

Oh!

Brac.

Well sirrah go and be glad you have scapt thus.

Grac.

And so I will, for I well deserve to 'ave lost an Arme, or something else that's dearer to me, for betraying a Virgin. Oh my bones.

Exit.
Cleob.
The night begins to wast, come therefore on
I long till Mariage Rites have made these Lovers one.
Sat.
Lead on, and may the Gods come short of those
Delights these happy paires may finde.
Phil.
To all
My thanks: come my dearest Arismena
After so many conflicts with my Fate
I meet in thee my happinesse, our Loves
Shall be more glorious for the Ecclipse.
Thus Memphian Balmes that are of richest worth
Once bruis'd do send most precious Odours forth.
Exeunt.

Epilogue, spoken by the Grand Satyre.

LAdies and gentle youths be pleas'd to spare
One eye to view this Goblin thatcht with haire,
And then (what ever Language he hath flung
From the wilde furie of a Satyres tongue)
He does presume your softer Sex will scan
Some walking Cottage wrong'd you, not a man:
He does confesse his language never knew
That smooth humanity which lives in you;
Nor dares he think he can reforme this Sin,
Till some new Mart of manners doe come in:
Besides he thought this rough behaviour due
To female Faries, 'twas not meant to You.
His fancy dream'd of Elves, but now does fear
The Sexes glory has bin injur'd here.
For when he sees a Constellation rise
Shot from the glorious light of severall eyes
That gild the Orbe, he knowes these are not Bowers
For Silvian dames, but some diviner powers.
And what the Revels of the woods grant free
This chaster Scene hath rais'd to blasphemie.
Well since the crime is Acted, here he stands
The doome of female weapons, nayles and hands.
And since his language hath prophan'd thus long,
Faith Ladies clap him soundly for this wrong.
Exit.
FINIS.

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A
  • ALarum for London, or the siege of Antwerp.
  • Albovin King of Lom­bardy, by Davenant.
  • Alchimist, Iohnson.
  • All fools, Chapman.
  • Alphonsus King of Aragon.
  • Angry women of Abington.
  • Apias and Virginia.
  • Atheist Tragedy, Cyril Teudor.
  • Albumazar.
  • Alexander and Campaspe.
  • Alexandrian Tragedy.
  • All for mony.
  • Amends for Ladies▪
  • Aminta.
  • Antonio and Melida, Marston.
  • Arraignment of Paris.
  • Arden of Feversham.
  • Andrew, Terence.
  • Aristippus, Randolph
  • All's lost by lust, Masinger.
  • As you like it, Shakspear.
  • Alls well that ends well.
  • Antonio and Cleopatra.
  • Abrahams Sacrifice.
  • Agamemnons Tragedy.
  • Apollos shroving.
  • Adrasta, or the womans spleen.
  • Antigone, or the Theban Princes
  • Aglaura, Suclin.
  • Amintus, or the unpossile dowry.
  • Argulus and Parthenia Glapthorn
  • Arviragus and Philicia.
  • Agripina.
  • Arcadia, Sherly.
  • Antipodes, Brome.
  • Albertus walenstine, Glapthorn.
  • Alaham, Lord Brooks.
  • Alphonsus Emperor of Germa­ny, Chapman.
  • Acteon.
B
  • Blinde begger of Alexandria.
  • Burt Mr. Constable.
  • Brazen Age.
  • Bussy dambois.
  • Battel of Alcazar, or the death of Stukely.
  • Bondman, Messenger.
  • Biro's Conspiracy. Chapman▪
  • Broken Hart, Ford.
  • Bird in a cage, Sherly.
  • Barthollomew faire, Iohnson▪
  • Ball, Sherly.
  • Beggers bush, B.
  • Bloody banquet, T. D.
  • Bride, Thomas Nabs.
  • Bondman, Fletcher.
  • Bonduca, Flet cher.
  • Bastard a Tragidy.
  • Brothers, Sherly:
  • Bays.
C
  • [Page]Cambises King of Persia.
  • Case altred, Johnson
  • Coblers prophesies.
  • Cyrus King of Persia.
  • Catelin, Johnson.
  • Caesars Tragedy, Sterlin.
  • Caesar and Pompey, Chapman.
  • Chast Maid of Cheapside, Mid­dleton.
  • Christian turn'd Turk, Daborne.
  • Cynthius Revels, Fountaine.
  • Cynthius Revenge.
  • Conflict of conscience, Wood.
  • Cornelius Tragidy.
  • Common conditions.
  • Cressus Tragidy, Sterlin.
  • Cromwells history.
  • Cruell brother.
  • Cupids whirligig.
  • Cupids Revenge, Beoment Flet.
  • Cleopatra, May.
  • Cleopatra Daniel.
  • Comedy of errors, Shakepear.
  • Coriolanus, Shakspear.
  • Cincbiline, Shakspear.
  • Costy whore.
  • Coragious Turk.
  • Challenge for beuty.
  • Cid two parts.
  • Conspiracy, Killegrew.
  • Captaine, Beoment.
  • Changes, or love in a maze.
  • Contention for honour & riches.
  • Chabot Admirall of France.
  • Covent Garden.
  • City match.
  • Coronation, Fletcher.
  • Constant maid.
  • Claracilla, Killigrew.
  • Country Captaine.
  • Chances, Beamont.
  • Coxcomb, Beamont.
  • Cleomon Knight of the Shield
  • Custome of the country.
  • Colas fury or Licendas misery.
  • Cardinall, Sherly.
  • Changling, Middleton.
  • Claudius tiberus nero.
  • Cleopatra.
  • Court begger.
  • City wit, Brown.
  • Combat of love and friendship.
  • Committy man, Currie.
  • Cunning Lovers.
  • Chinon of England.
D
  • Devills charter, or the life of
  • Pope Alexander.
  • Dam on and Phithias.
  • Darius history.
  • David and Bathsheba.
  • Darius Tragedy.
  • Dido Queen of Carthage.
  • Disobedient childe.
  • Devils Law case.
  • Dr. Dottipo.
  • Dutch curtizan, Marston.
  • Dumb Knight.
  • Dutches of Malfie.
  • Dutches of Suffolk.
  • Duke of Millaine.
  • Devils an asse. B. J.
  • Dukes Mistresse. Sherly.
  • Dick Scorner,
  • Discontented Collonel.
  • Double Marriage.
  • [Page]Distracted State.
  • Doubtfull heire.
  • Damsell, Brome.
E
  • Eastward ho. B. J.
  • Edward 1. Long. Shanks.
  • Edward 2 Shakspear.
  • Edward 3 Shakspear.
  • Edward 4 Shakspear.
  • Every man in his humor. man out of his humor.
  • Every woman in her humor.
  • Eudimion.
  • English traveller, Heywood.
  • Emperor East, Messenger.
  • Elder Brother, Fletcher.
  • Enuchus terence.
  • Enough as good as a feast.
  • Example, Sherly.
F
  • Faire quarrel.
  • Favourit.
  • Family of Love.
  • Faire maid of the west.
  • Faithfull Shepheard.
  • Faithfull Shepheardesse.
  • Faustus life and death.
  • Fanne, Marstone.
  • Fleere sharpham.
  • Fortunatos.
  • Fox, B. Johnson.
  • Freewill.
  • Friar Bacon▪ Green.
  • Four London Prentices, Heyw:
  • Fine compagnion, Shakerly. Me:
  • Fidele and fortunio.
  • Four Pe [...]s.
  • Fulgius and Lucrell.
  • Fatall Dowry.
  • Fancies, J. Ford.
  • False one, F. Beament▪
  • Four Plays in one, B. F.
  • Fuimus tries the true Trojans fortune both by Land and Sea.
G
  • Gentleman of verona.
  • Gorbuduck, or Ferex and Procex.
  • Gammer Gurtons needle.
  • Galatea, Lilly.
  • Gentle craft, Holiday.
  • Glasse of Government.
  • Giles Gooscap.
  • Golden age, Heywood.
  • Gratefull servant, Sherly.
  • Greens tu quoque cookt
  • Game at Chesse.
  • Great Duke of Florence.
  • Goblins sucklin.
  • Gamester, Sherly.
  • Guise, Marstone.
  • Gardian, Cowly.
  • Ghost, or the woman wears the breeches.
H
  • Herod and Antipater.
  • Hog hath lost his Pearl.
  • Honest Lawyer.
  • Humor out of breath, Chapman.
  • Humerous Courtier, Sherly.
  • Hamlet Prince of Denmark.
  • Henry the 4. both parts. Shak­spear.
  • Henry 5 Shak­spear.
  • Henry 6 three parts. Shak-spear.
  • Heny 8 Shak­spear.
  • Heire, May.
  • Hofmans Tragedy.
  • Honest whore both parts.
  • How to choose a good wife from a bad.
  • [Page]Hymens triumph.
  • Haniball and Sc pio.
  • Hollands Leagu [...]e.
  • Hide park.
  • Hercules furiens.
  • Hercules O [...]teons.
  • Hipolitus.
  • Humerous Livetenant.
  • Honest mans fortune.
  • Hieronimo both parts.
  • Hector of Germany.
I
  • Jack drums entertainment.
  • Jack Straws life and death.
  • If this be not a good Play the Devils in't.
  • Just Italian, Davenant.
  • Jacob and Esau.
  • Jack jugler.
  • Jew of Malta,
  • If you know not me you know no body.
  • Isle of Gulls.
  • Insatiat Countesse.
  • Jocasta. Gascoine
  • John King of England both parts.
  • Julius Caesar, Shakspear.
  • Julius Caesar, Sterling.
  • Iron age both parts.
  • Impatient potency.
  • Jealous lovers, Randolph.
  • Imperiale, Freeman.
  • Island Princes, B F.
  • Just generall, Cosmo Muche.
  • Joviall Crew, or merry beggers.
  • Jovall Crew, Shepheard.
  • Imposter, Sherly.
  • Julia and Agripina.
K
  • King and no King, Fletcher.
  • Knack to know an honest man.
  • Knack to know a knave.
  • Knight of the Golden Shield.
  • King Charles Tragedy.
  • King John and Matilda.
L
  • London or the harbor of health.
  • Langartha, Henry Burrel.
  • Law tricks, or who would have thought it.
  • Lords and Ladies of London.
  • Locrinus Tragedy.
  • Looking glas for London & England.
  • London Prodigall, Shakspear.
  • Leyre and his three daughters. Shak:
  • Lawes of nature Moses and Christ.
  • Liberality and prodigality.
  • Lingua.
  • Like to like quoth the Devil to the Collier.
  • Look about you or run red cap.
  • Loves Loadstone.
  • Lovers melancholy.
  • Loves Sacrifice.
  • Loves Mistresse, Heywood.
  • Loves Riddle, Lowly.
  • Loves Cruelty, Sherly.
  • Loves Pilgrimage, B. F.
  • Loves metamorphosis.
  • Loves labor lost.
  • Love and honour.
  • Love in an extasie.
  • Loves cure of martiall madnesse.
  • Loves progresse.
  • Lusty Juventus.
  • Lady of pleasure.
  • Lost Lady.
  • Little French Lawyer.
  • Loyall subject.
  • Laws of Candy.
  • Lanchashiere witches.
  • Lady errant.
  • Loyall lovers, Cosmo muche.
  • Levelers.
  • Love sick King, Brewer.
M
  • Male content, Marstone.
  • M. T. Cicero.
  • May day, Chapman.
  • Mad world my Masters.
  • Marchant of Venice.
  • Marius and Scilla.
  • Mariamne Tragedy.
  • Manhood and misrule,
  • Mary Magdelens repentance, B. H
  • Match me in London.
  • Maids of Mortlake.
  • Maids metomorphosis.
  • [Page]Maids Tragedy, Fletcher.
  • Maids in the mil.
  • Maids revenge, Sherly.
  • Maids of honour.
  • Midsummer nights dream.
  • Maid in the mil [...].
  • Millers daughter of Manchester.
  • Misery of enforct marriage.
  • Mother Bomby, Lilly.
  • Mucidorus.
  • Much adoe about nothing.
  • M [...]rastes the turk.
  • Mustapha, Lord Brooks.
  • Midas, Lilly.
  • Measure for measure, Shakspear.
  • Mackbeth, Shakspear.
  • Moor of Venice, Shakspear.
  • Maidenhead well lost, Heywood.
  • Mad lover, Fletcher.
  • Mariage of wit and wisdome.
  • Massacre of Paris.
  • Medea.
  • Mercurius Brittanicus, Brathwa [...].
  • Microcosmus, Nabs.
  • Martyr, Lower.
  • Muza, Barron.
  • Match at midnight.
  • Muses looking glasse. Randolph.
  • Martyrd souldier, Sherly.
  • Monsier Thomas, B. F.
  • Massalina, Rich.
  • Monsier D'Oliva. Chap.
  • Michaelmas Terme, Chapman.
  • Masque of the gentlemen of Grays In
  • Maguetick Lady.
  • Mad couple well met, Brome.
N
  • New custome.
  • No body and some body.
  • Nero Tragedy.
  • New Inne, Johnson.
  • Northern lasse, Brome.
  • Night walker.
  • Ninives repentance.
  • Noble Gentlemen. B. F.
  • Nice valour or the passionate madman
  • Noble stranger, Sherly.
  • Novella, Brome.
  • New trick to cheat the Devil.
O
  • Orlando furioso.
  • Old wifes tales.
  • Octavias Tragedy.
  • Octavias Tragi Comedy.
  • Aedipus. Orestes.
  • Opportunity, Sherly.
  • Ordinary, Cartwright.
P
  • Pedlers prophesie.
  • Patient Grissel.
  • Player whipt,
  • Pericles Princ of Tire.
  • Phoenix.
  • Phoenix in her flames.
  • Philotus in Scotch.
  • Philotus, Daniel.
  • Philaster, B. F.
  • Poetaster, Johnson.
  • Promus and Cassandria.
  • Promises of God manifested.
  • Pinder of Wakefield.
  • Picture, Messinger.
  • Perkin warbek.
  • Play of the Netherlands.
  • Pitty shee's a whore.
  • Prisoners, Killigrew.
  • Prophetesse.
  • Pilgrim, B. F.
  • Passionate lovers two parts.
  • Pastor fido 12.
  • Pastor Stapilton.
Q
  • Queens Arcadia, Daniel.
  • Queen of Aragon. Habington
  • Queen of Corinth.
  • Queen or the exelency her sex.
R
  • Returne from Pernascus.
  • Revengers Tragedy.
  • Roaring girle, or Mol cutpurse.
  • Robert Earl of Huntingtons downfall.
  • Rape of Lucr [...]sse.
  • Renegado.
  • Richard the 2.
  • Richard the 3. Shakspear.
  • Robin hoods Pastorall,
  • [...] hoods Comedy used in may games.
  • Roman Actor, Messinger.
  • Rome and Juliet.
  • Robin conscience.
  • Royall king and loyall subject.
  • Royall slave, Cartwright.
  • Rivall friends, Ha [...]sted.
  • [Page]Rod [...]n and Iris knevit.
  • Rollo Duke of Nor­mandy, Fletcher.
  • Rule a wife and have a wife, Fletcher.
  • Ram Ally.
  • Revenge of Bussy, Dam­boise.
  • Revenge for honour.
S
  • S [...]lanas Tradigy.
  • Silver Age.
  • Soliman and Persida.
  • Summers last Will and Testament.
  • Sapho and Phao. Lilly.
  • Scornfull Lady.
  • Scotch Hist. James the 4.
  • Sejanus, Johnson.
  • Silent Woman, Johnson.
  • Supposes, Gascoine.
  • Susanna.
  • Swetman, the woman ha­ter arraign'd.
  • Secillides a Piscator.
  • School of Complement.
  • Sophy Tragidy. Sherly.
  • Staple of Newes.
  • Springs glory.
  • Strange discoveries.
  • Shepherds Holiday,
  • Spanish Curat.
  • Sea Voyage.
  • Shoemaker a Gentleman.
  • Shoemakers Holiday.
  • Sophister, A Comedy.
  • Sparages Garden.
  • Seven Champions.
  • St. Patrick for Ireland. Sherly.
  • Swaggering Damsell, Chamberlen.
  • Scots Figaries.
  • Seidge or Loves Convert.
  • Sicily and Naples, or the Fatall union.
  • Sad Shephard, Johnson.
  • Spanish Gypsies.
  • Scots politick Presbyter.
  • See me, and see me not.
T
  • Tamberlaine, both parts.
  • Tancred and Gismond.
  • Thery and Theodoret.
  • Trick to catch the old one.
  • Two Tragidies in one.
  • Two wise men, and all the rest fooles.
  • Taming of a Shrew. Shakes:
  • Three English Heroes.
  • Titus and Andronicus.
  • Triall of Treasure.
  • Troiles and Cresida.
  • Tide tarries for no man.
  • Triumph of peace.
  • Tempest, Shakespeare.
  • Two Gentlemen of Ve­rona.
  • Two Noble Kinsmen.
  • Twelfth night.
  • Timon of Athens.
  • Thirtes interlude.
  • Troas.
  • Thiertes Tragedy.
  • Totnam Court.
  • Trick to cheat the Devil.
  • The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art.
  • Triumph of Beauty.
  • The Life of John the Baptist.
U
  • Valiant Scot.
  • Untrussing the humerous Poet.
  • Virgin Martyr.
  • Vertuous Octavia.
  • Unnaturall Combat.
  • Vow-breaker, Sampson.
  • Unfortunate Mother.
  • Valiant Welchman.
  • Unfortunate Lovers. B. F.
  • Virgin Widdow.
  • Valentine, Fletcher.
W
  • Widdowes tear.
  • Woman in the moon.
  • Womans hater.
  • Woman kill'd with kind­nesse.
  • Woman is a weather­cock.
  • Warning for fair women.
  • Wedding, Shirley.
  • Wealth and health.
  • Weakest goes to the wall.
  • Westward hoe.
  • What you will Marston.
  • Whore of Babylon.
  • Wiats History.
  • Wily beguild.
  • Wit of a woman.
  • Woman will have her will.
  • World lost at Tennis.
  • Winters Tale.
  • Woman never vext.
  • Wits W: Daven:
  • Wonder of a Kingdome.
  • Wise woman of Hogsdon. Heywood.
  • Wit without mony. B. F.
  • Wine, Beer, and Ale.
  • Womans prize.
  • Wit in a Constable.
  • Woman pleasd, or the Tamer tam'd.
  • Wife for a month.
  • Wit at severall weapons.
  • Widdow, by Midleton.
  • Wild Goose Chase.
Y
  • Your faire Gallants,
  • Yorkshire Tragidy.
  • Young Admirall.
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