Sick men and cattle have been often cured; Enter AMARILLIS, running. Amar. If there be Ever a neighbour-brook, or hollow tree, Amar. Thou blessed man, Honour'd upon these plains, and loved o Pan, By all the garlands that have crown'd that head, To Heaven, and thee, grave father, if I may The tongues, or company of men impure! Priest. Retire a while Sull. Shep. Stay thy pace, That kill'd Alexis for thy sake, and set That drown'd her in the well, where she must lie Priest. [Coming forward.] Monster, stay! Thou that art like a canker to the state Thou livest and breathest in, eating with debate Through every honest bosom, forcing still The veins of any that may serve thy will; Thou that hast offer'd with a sinful hand To seize upon this virgin, that doth stand Yet trembling here! Sull. Shep. Good holiness, declare Hath not our mother Nature, for her store Priest. You're better read than I, I must confess, in blood and lechery.- SCENE IV.-The Forest. Enter PERIGOT, with his hand bloody. [Exeunt Peri. Here will I wash it in the Morning's dew, Which she on every little grass doth strew In silver drops against the sun's appear: 'Tis holy water, and will make me clear.My hand will not be cleansed. My wronged love, If thy chaste spirit in the air yet move, Look mildly down on him that yet doth stand All full of guilt, thy blood upon his hand; And though I struck thee undeservedly, Let my revenge on her that injured thee Make less a fault which I intended not, And let these dew-drops wash away my spot!It will not cleanse. Oh, to what sacred flood Shall I resort, to wash away this blood? Amidst these trees the holy Clorin dwells, In a low cabin of cut boughs, and heals All wounds: To her I will myself address, And my rash faults repentantly confess; Perhaps she'll find a means, by art or prayer, To make my hand, with chaste blood stained, fair: That done, not far hence, underneath some tree I'll have a little cabin built, since she, Whom I adored, is dead; there will I give Myself to strictness, and like Clorin live! [Exil. SCENE V.-The Grove before CLORIN's Dwelling, with the Interior of it on one side of the Stage; CLORIN sitting in the Bower, AMORET sitting on the one side of her, ALEXIS and CLOE on the other; the Satyr standing by. Clo. Shepherd, once more your blood is staid. Take example by this maid, Who is heal'd ere you be pure; So hard it is lewd lust to cure. Take heed then how you turn your eye And, shepherdess, take heed lest you Alexis. I have forgot all vain desires, Whose moderate heat can ne'er consume. Cloe. And I a new fire feel in me, Enter PERIGOT, on the outside of the Bower Clo. What art thou that dost call; Clorin is ready to do good to all: Come near! Peri. I dare not. Clo. Satyr, see Who it is that calls on me Sat. [Coming out of the Bower.] There at hand some swain doth stand, Stretching out a bloody hand. Peri. Come, Clorin, bring thy holy waters clear, To wash my hand. Clo. [Comes forth.] What wonders have been here Peri. Whate'er thou be, Be'st thou her sprite, or some divinity, That in her shape thinks good to walk this grove, Pardon poor Perigot! Amo. I am thy love, Thy Amoret, for evermore thy love! Strike once more on my naked breast, I'll prove As constant still. Oh, could'st thou love me yet, How soon could I my former griefs forget! Peri. So over-great with joy that you live, now I am, that no desire of knowing how Doth seize me. Hast thou still power to forgive? Amo. Whilst thou hast power to love, or I to live. More welcome now, than hadst thou never gone Astray from me! Peri. And when thou lovest alone, And not I [thee], death, or some ling'ring pain That's worse, light on me! Sat. Mortal, stand, Till by fire I have made known [Applying the Priest's hand to the flame. More untainted flesh than this. Fairest, he is full of bliss. Clo. Then boldly speak, why dost thou seek this place? Priest. First, honour'd virgin, to behold thy face, And lastly, what the doom may be shall light Clo. Fume all the ground, And sprinkle holy water; for unsound It gathers yet more strongly; take a pair [The Satyr sprinkles the arbour with water, and then Of censors fill'd with frankincense and myrrh, Peri. My dear, dear Amoret, how happy are Re-enter Priest. Priest. Bright maid, I have perform'd your will; the swain In whom such heat and black rebellions reign Clo. I am content to pardon; call her in. [Exit Satyr, and re-enter with AMARILLAS. Sat. Come forward, maiden; do not lurk, Nor hide your face with grief and shame; Now or never get a name That may raise thee, and re-cure All thy life that was impure. [Holds her hand to the flame. If thou be'st a perfect dame, Henceforth seize upon thy blood: Clo. Young shepherdess, now you are brought again To virgin state, be so, and so remain To thy last day, unless the faithful love Of some good shepherd force thee to remove; As such a one that ever strives to give A blessed memory to after-time; Be famous for your good, not for your crime.- These patients, full of health, and free from pain : Keep them from after-ills; be ever near The tedious way they pass through, from suspect ; Be ever known of shepherds; have a care, grooms May ever fear to tempt their blowing youth; Banish all compliment, but single truth, From every tongue, and every shepherd's heart; We pray upon this bower may ever live. Priest. Kneel, every shepherd, while with powerful hand I bless your after-labours, and the land Keep you from those dangers still, Now rise and go; and, as ye pass away, [They sing, and strew the ground with "owers. THE SONG, All ye woods, and trees, and bowers, All ye virtues and ye powers That inhabit in the lakes, In the pleasant springs or brakes, To our sound, Whilst we greet All this ground, With his honour and his name That defends our flock from blame. He is great, and he is just, He is ever good, and must Ever holy, Ever honour'd, ever young! Thus great Pan is ever sung! Sat. Thou divinest, fairest, brightest, Thou most powerful maid, and whitest, Thou most virtuous and most blessed, Eyes of stars, and golden tressed Like Apollo! tell me, sweetest, What new service now is metest For the Satyr? Shall I stray In the middle air, and stay The sailing rack, or nimbly take Hold by the moon, and gently make Suit to the pale queen of night For a beam to give thee light? Shall I dive into the sea, And bring thee coral, making way [Exeunt. Through the rising waves that fall Or steal from Heaven old Orpheus' lute? To do her service all these woods adore. Clo. No other service, Satyr, but thy watch About these thicks, lest harmless people catch Mischief or sad mischance. Sat. Holy virgin, I will dance Round about these woods as quick Clo. And to thee, All thy master's love be free! [Exeunt inRes. SCENE I.-The Audience Chamber in the Palace. Flourish. Enter KING ASTORAX, CALIS, CLEANTHE, LUCIPPE, Courtiers, and Gentlewomen, at one door: at the other, EUMENES. Eum. Health to my sovereign! King. Eumenes, welcome! Welcome to Paphos, soldier! to our love! And that fair health you wish us, through the camp May it disperse itself, and make all happy! How does the general, the valiant Memnon? And how his wars, Eumenes? Eum. The gods have given you, royal sir, a soldier, Better ne'er sought a danger; more approved Expert in leading 'em ; in doing valiant, In following all his deeds to victories, And holding fortune certain there. King. Oh, soldier, Thou speak'st a man indeed; a general general; A soul conceived a soldier. Eum. Ten set battles, Against the strong usurper Diocles, With loss of blood and youth, through storms and King. Oh, my soldier, That thou wert now within my arms! [D. ums within.] What drums Are those that beat, Eumenes ? Eum. His, my sovereign: |