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Such as blow flowers, and thro' the glad boughs
SONG. sing Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring :
Hold back thy hours, dark Night, till we hare
done : These are our music. Next, thy watery race Bring on in couples (we are pleased to grace
The day will come too soon ;
Young maids will curse thee, if thou steal'st away, This noble night), each in their richest things
And leav'st their losses open to the day :
Stay, stay, and hide
The blushes of the bride.
Stay, gentle Night, and with thy darkness coter Commanding Æolus !
The kisses of her lover.
Stay, and confound her teurs, and her shrill cryEnter Æolts, out of a rock.
ings, Eol. Great Neptune?
Her weak denials, vous, and often dyings ; Nept. He.
Stay, and hide all,
But help not, tho' she call.
Nept. Great queen of us and heaven, hear
what I bring Lpn our Cinthia; but tie Boreas straight; To make this hour a full one, He's too rebellious.
If not o’ermeasure. Fol I shall do it.
Cinth. Speak, sea's king. Nept. DoÆol. Great master of the flood, and all below; When they will dance upon the rising wave,
Nept. The tunes my Ainphitrite joys to have, The full command has taken.-Ho! the Main! And court me as she sails. My tritons, play Neptune!
Music to lead a storm; I'll lead the wav. Nopt. Here.
[Icasure. #ol. Boreas has broke his chain, And, struggling, with the rest has got away.
SONG Nept. Let him alone, I'll take him up at sea; To bed, to bed; come Hymen, lead the bride, He will not long be thence. Go once again, And lay her by her husband's side : And call out of the bottoms of the main
Sring in the virgins every one, Blue Proieus, and the rest; charge them put on
That grieve to lie alone ; Their greatest pearls, and the most sparkling stone That they may kiss while they may say, a maid ; The beaten rock breeds; 'till this night is done To-morrow, 'i will be other, kiss'd, and said. By me a solemn honour to the moon.
Hesperus be long a shining,
Whilst these lovers are a-twining.
Æol. llo! Neptune!
Nept. Æolus ! To this great chorus; that our music may
Æol. The seas go high, Toach high as heaven, and make the east break
Boreas hath rais'd a storm : Go and apply day
Thy trident; else, I prophesy, ere day At mid-night.
Many a tall ship will be cast away.
Descend with all thy gods, and all their power, SONG.
To strike a calm.
Cinth. A thanks to every one, and to gratulate Cinthia, to thy power and thee,
So great a service, done at my desire,
Ye shall have many floods, füller and higher
Than you have wished for; no ebb shall dare Come to steal this night away,
To let the day see, where your dwellings are.
Now back unto your government in haste, 'Till the rites of love are ended ; And the lusty bridegroom say,
Lest your proud charge should swell above the
waste, Welcome, light, of all befriended.
And win upon the island.
Nept. We obey.
(Neptune descends, and the sea gods. Like the gallies when they row,
Cinth. Hold up thy head, dead Night; seest Eoen beat.
thou not day?
The east begins to lighten: I must down,
And give my brother place.
To see the Day; the Day, that flings his light [The measure. Upon my kingdom, and contemns old Night!
Let him go on and flame! I hope to see
Cinth. Heave up thy drowsy head again, and see
Night. I'll vanish into mists.
King. Take lights there. Ladies, get the bride
Amin. All happiness to you.
Enter EVADNE, ASPATIA, DULA, and other la
Asp. Lay a garland on my hearse, Evad. Dưla, 'Would, thou could'st instil
of the dismal yew ; Some of thy mirth into Aspatia!
Maidens, willow branches bear ; Nothing but sad thoughts in her breast do dwell:
Say, I died true : Methinks, a mean betwixt you would do well.
My love was false, but I was firm Dula. She is in love : Hang me, if I were so,
ту hour of birth. But I could run my country. I love, too,
Upon my buried body lie To do those things that people in love do.
Lighily, gentle earth! Asp. It were a timeless smile should prove my check:
Evad. Fie on it, madam! the words are so It were a fitter hour for me to laugh,
strange, they are able to make one dream of hobWhen at the altar the religious priest
goblins. • I could never have the power .' Sing Were pacifying the offended powers
that, Dula. With sacrifice, than now. This should have been Dula. I could never have the pow'r My night: and all your hands have been employed
To love one above an hour, In giving me a spotless offering
But my heart would prompt mine eye To young Amintor's bed, as we are now
On some other man to fly : For you. Pardon, Evadne ; 'would, my worth
Venus, fir thou mine eyes fast, Were great as yours, or that the king, or he, Or, if not, give me all that I shall see at last. Or both, thought so! Perhaps, he found me worthless :
Evad. So, leave me now. But, till he did so, in these ears of mine,
Dula. Nay, we must see you laid. These credulous cars, he poured the sweetest words Asp. Madam, good night. May all the marThat art or love could frame. If he were false, riage joys Pardon it, Heaven! And if I did want
That longing maids imagine in their beds, Virtue, you safely may forgive that too ; Prove so unto you. May no discontent For I have lost none, that I had from you. Grow 'twixt your love and you ! But, if there do,
Evad. Nay, leave this sad talk, madam. Enquire of me, and I will guide your moan; Asp. 'Would, I could! then should I leave the Teach you an artificial way to grieve,
To keep your sorrow waking. Love your lord Evad. See, if you have not spoiled all Dula's No worse than I; but, if you love so well, mirth.
Alas, you may displease him ; so did I. Asp. Thou thinkest thy heart hard; but if thou This is the last time you shall look on me. be'st caught,
Ladies, farewell. As soon as I am dead, Remember me; thou shalt perceive a fire Come all, and watch one night about my hearse; Shot suddenly into thee.
Bring each a mournful story, and a tear, Dula. That's not so good ; let them shoot any To offer at it, when I go to earth. thing but fire, I fear them not.
With flattering ivy clasp my coffin round;
The truth of maids, and perjuries of men.
[Erit Ered. Asp. Lay a garland on my hearse,
Omnes. Madam, good night.
1 Lady. Come, we'll let in the bridegroom.
Dula. Where's my lord?
1 Lady. Here, take this light.
Asp. Go, and be happy in your lady's love. Amin. Come, this is but the coyness of a bride. May all the wrongs, that you have done to me, Evad. The coyness of a bride? Be utterly forgotten in my death!
Amin. How prettily that frown becomes thee. I'll trouble you no more; yet I will take
Evad. Do you like it so? A parting kiss, and will not be denied.
Amin. Thou canst not dress thy face in such a You'll come, my lord, and see the virgins weep,
look, When I am laid in earth, though you yourself But I shall like it. Can know no pity. Thus I wind myself
Evad. What look likes you best? Into this willow garland, and am prouder,
Amin. Why do you ask? That I was once your love, though now refused, Evad. That I may shew you one less pleasing Than to have had another true to me. So with my prayers I leave you, and must try Amin. How's that? Some yet unpractised way to grieve and die. [Ė.rit. Evad. That I
may shew you one less pleasing Dala. Come, ladies, will you go?
to you. Ornes. Good night, my lord.
Amin. I prithee, put thy jests in milder looks. Amin. Much happiness unto you all!
It shews as thou wert angry. [Ereurt ladies.
Evad. So, perhaps, I did that lady wrong: Methinks, I feel
I am indeed. Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins. Amin. Why, who has done thee wrong? Mire eves run: This is strange at such a tiine. Name me the man, and by thyself I swear, It was the king first moved me to't; but he Thy yet un-conquer'd self, I will revenge thee. Has not my will in keeping. Why do I
Erud. Now I shall try thy truth. If thou dost Perplex myself thus? Something whispers me, "Gö not to bed.' My guilt is not so great Thou weighest not any thing compared with me: As my own conscience, too sensible,
Life, honour, joys eternal, all delights Would make me think: I only brake a promise, This world can yield, or hopeful people feign, And 'twas the king that forced me. Timorous flesh, Or in the life to come, are light as air Why shak'st thou so? Away, my idle fears ! To a true lover, when his lady frowns,
And bids him do this. Wilt thou kill this man? Enter EVADNE.
Swear, my Amintor, and I'll kiss the sin Yunder she is, the lustre of whose eye
Off from thy lips. Can blot away the sad remembrance
Amin. I will not swear, sweet love, Of all these things. Oh, my Evadne, spare
Till I do know the cause. That tender body; let it not take cold.
Evad. I would, thou would'st. The vapours of the night will not fall here; Why, it is thou, that wrong'st me; I hate thee; To bed, my love. Hymen will punish us Thou should'st have killed thyself. For being slack performers of his rites.
Amin. If I should know that, I should quickly Cam'st thou to call me?
kili Ετad. No.
The man, you hated. Anin. Come, come, my love,
Evad. Know it then, and do it. And let us loose ourselves to one another.
Amin. Oh, no; what look soe'er thou shalt puton Why art thou up so long?
To try my faith, I shall not think thee false : Edad. I am not well.
I cannot find one blemish in thy face, Amin. To bed then; let me wind thee in these Where falsehood should abide. Leave, and to bed. arts,
This cannot be Ti! I have banished sickness.
Thy natural temper.
Shall I call thy maids ? Erad. Good my lord,
Either thy healthful sleep hath left thee long, I cannot sleep
Or else some fever rages in thy blood. Ann. Evadne, we will watch;
Evad. Neither, Amintor: Think you I am mad, I mean no sleeping.
Because I speak the truth? Erad. I'll not go to bed.
Amin. Will you not lie with me to-night? Amin. I prithee, do.
Evad. To-night! you talk as if I would hereafter, Erad. I will not for the world.
Amin, Hereafter! yes, I do.
Evad. You are deceived.
What I shall utter; for the oracle
Knows nothing truer : ’tis not for a night. Amin. How! sworn, Evadne ?
Or two, that I forbear thy bed, but for ever. Erud. Yes, sworn, Amintor;
Amin. I dream! Awake, Amintor! And will swear again, if you will wish to hear me. Evad. You hear right.
Amin. To whom have you sworn this? I sooner will find out the beds of snakes, Ezad. If I should pame him, the matter were And with my youthful blood warm their cold Reshi, not great.
Letting them curl themselves about iny liinbs,
Than sleep one night with thee. This is not Amin. I sleep, and am too temperate! Come to feigned,
bed! Nor sounds it like the coyness of a bride. Or by those hairs, which, if thou hadist a soul
Amin. Is flesh so earthly to endure all this? Like to thy locks, were threads for kings to wear Are these the joys of marriage? Hymen, keep About their arms This story (that will make succeeding youth Evad. Why, so, perhaps, they are. Neglect thy ceremonies) from all ears;
Amin. I will drag thee to my bed, and make thy Let it not rise up, for thy shame and mine,
tongue To after-ages : We will scorn thy laws,
Undo this wicked oath, or on thy.flesh If thou no better bless them. Touch the heart I'll print a thousand wounds to let out life! Of her, that thou hast sent me, or the world Evad. I fear thee not. Do what thou darest to Shall know : There's not an altar, that will smoke me ! In praise of thee; we will adopt us sons; Every ill-sounding word, or threatening look, Then virtue shall inherit, and not blood. Thou shewest to me, will be revenged at fuil. I do rage in vain;
Amin. It will not, sure, Evadne? She can but jest. O, pardon me, my love! Evad. Do not you hazard that. So dear the thoughts are that I hold of thee, Amin. Have you your champions ? That I must break forth. Satisfy my fear; Evad. Alas, Amintor, thinkest thou I forbear It is a pain, beyond the hand of death,
To sleep with thee, because I have put on To be in doubt: Confirm it with an oath, A maiden's strictness? Look upon these cheeks, If this be true.
And thou shalt find the hot and rising blood Evad. Do you invent the form :
Unapt for such a vow. No; in this heart Let there be in it all the binding words
There dwells as much desire as ever yet
Was known to woman.
To think this beauty, to what land soever
It shall be called, shall stoop to any second. Is your doubt over now?
I do enjoy the best, and in that height Amin. I know too much. Would I had doubt- Have sworn to stand or die: You guess the man. ed still!
Amin. No; let me know the man, that wrongs Was ever such a marriage night as this !
me so, Ye powers above, if you did ever mean
That I may cut his body into motes,
Amin. Do not wrong me so.
That it were death to touch, I have a soul
Amin. The king!
Evad. What will you do now?
Evad. What did he make this match for, dull Worse than to swear it: Call it back to thee;
Amintor? Such vows as those never ascend to heaven; Amin. Oh, thou hast named a word, that wipes A tear or two will wash it quite away.
away Have mercy on my youth, my hopeful youth, All thoughts revengeful! In that sacred name, If thou be pitiful; for, without boast,
The king,' there lies a terror. What frail man This land was proud of me. What lady was there, Dares lift his hand against it? Let the gods That men called fair and virtuous in this isle, Speak to him, when they please; till when, let us That would have shunned my love? It is in thee Suffer, and wait. To make me hold this worth! Oh! we rain men, Evad. Why should you fill yourself so full of That trust out all our reputation,
heat, To rest upon the weak and yielding hand And haste so to my bed? I am no virgin. Of feeble woman! But thou art not stone; Amin. What devil put it in thy fancy, then, Thy flesh is soft, and in thine eyes doth dwell To marry me? The spirit of love; thy heart cannot be hard. Evad. Alas, I must have one Come, lead me, from the bottom of despair, To father children, and to bear the name To all the joys thou hast; I know, thou wilt; Of husband to me, that my sin may be And make me careful, lest the sudden change More honourable. O'ercome my spirits.
Amin. What a strange thing am I! Evad. When I call back this oath,
Evad. A miserable one; one, that myself The pains of hell environ me !
Am sorry for.
Ania. Why, shew it then in this :
Thou hast an easy temper, fit for stamp. If thou hast pity, though thy love be none,
Olym. Never. kill me; and all true lovers, that shall live
Asp. Nor you, Antiphila ? lo after ages, crossed in their desires,
Ant. Nor 1. Sall bless thy memory, and call thee good; Asp. Then, my good girls, be more than women, Because such mercy in thy heart was found,
wise : To rid a lingering wretch.
At least, be more than I was; and be sure Erad. I must have one
You credit any thing the light gives light to, *Topli thy room again, if thou wert dead; Before a man.
Rather believe the sca Ele, by this might, I would: I pity thee.
Weeps for the ruined merchant, when he roars; Amin. These strange and sudden injuries have Rather, the wind courts but the pregnant sails, fallen
When the strong cordage cracks; rather, the sun S thick upon me, that I lose all sense
Comes but to kiss the fruit in wealthy autumn, Of what they are. Methinks, I am not wronged; When all falls blasted. If you needs must love, Nor is it aucht, if from the censuring world (Forced by ill fate) take to your maiden bosoms I can but hide it. Reputation !
Two dead-cold aspicks, and of them make lovers: Thru art a word, no more.—But thou hast shewn They cannot flatter, nor forswear; one kiss An impudence so high, that to the world Makes a long peace for all. But man, I fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself. Oh, that beast man! Come, let's be sad, my girls!
Erad. To cover shame, I took thee; never fear That down-cast of thine eye, Olympias, That I would blaze myself.
Shews a fine sorrow. Mark, Antiphila; Anin. Nor let the king
Just such another was the nymph Enone, know, I conceire he wrongs me; then mine honour When Paris brought home Helen. Now, a tear; Will thrust me into action, though my flesh And then thou art a piece expressing fully Could bear with patience. And it is some case The Carthage queen, when, from a cold sea-rock, To me in these extremes, that I knew this, Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes Before I touched thee; else, had all the sins To the fair Trojan ships; and, having lost them, Of mankind stood betwixt me and the king, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, I had gone through them to his heart and thine. What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia? I have lost one desire: 'Tis not his crown Here she would stand, till some more pitying god Shall buy me to thy bed now, I resolve,
Turned her to marble! It is enough, my wench! lle has dishonoured thee. Give me thy hand; Shew me the piece of needlework you wrought. Be careful of thy credit, and sin close;
Ant. Of Ariadne, madamn? 'Tis all I wish. Upon thy chamber floor
Asp. Yes, that piece. 17 rest to-night, that morning visitors
This should be Theseus; he has a cozening face: May think we did as married people use.
You meant him for a man? And, prithee, smile-upon me when they come, Ant. He was so, madam. And seem to toy, as if thou hadst been pleased Asp. Why, then, 'tis well enough. Never look With what we did. Evad. Fear not; I will do this.
You have a full wind, and a false heart, Theseus! Amin. Come, let us practise; and, as wantonly Does not the story say, his keel was split, As ever loving bride and bridegroom met, Or his masts spent, or some kind rock or other Let's laugh and enter here.
Met with his vessel ? Erad. I am content.
Ant. Not as I remember. Amin. Down all the swellings of my
troubled Asp. It should have been so. Could the gods heart!
know this, When we walk thus entwined, let all eyes see, And not, of all their number, raise a storin? If ever lovers better did agree. [Ereunt. But they are all as ill! This false smile was
Well expressed; just such another caught me! Enter ASPATIA, ANTIPhila, and OLYMPIAS.
You shall not go on so, Antiphila : Asp. Away, you are not sad; force it no further. In this place work a quicksand, God gods, how well you look! Such a full colour And over it a shallow smiling water, Young bashful brides put on. Sure, you are new And his ship ploughing it; and then a Fear: married !
Do that Fear to the life, wench. Ant. Yes, madam, to your grief.
Ant. It will wrong the story. Asp. Alas, poor wenches !
Asp. It will make the story, wronged by wanton Go learn to love first; learn to lose yourselves;
poets, Learn to be flattered, and believe, and bless Live long, and be believed. But where's the lady? The double tongue, that did it. Make a faith Ant. There, madam. Out of the miracles of ancient lovers,
Asp. Fie! you have inissed it here, Antiphila ; Such as spake truth, and died in it; and, like me, You are much mistakcı, wench : Believe all faithful, and be miserable.
These colours are not dull and pale enough Did you ne'er love yet, wenches? Speak, Olympias: To slew a soul so full of misery