Hyl. This is the place where I am come to pay
My tears' first sacrifice upon this tomb
That glories in the spoils of all my wealth.
My tears' first sacrifice upon this tomb
That glories in the spoils of all my wealth.
Hyl. Ha! what do I hear?
The voice of my Nerina! so she spake
When she did live; but now, alas! she's dead.
Some devil mocks me with a vision,
And voice unto it.
The voice of my Nerina! so she spake
When she did live; but now, alas! she's dead.
Some devil mocks me with a vision,
And voice unto it.
Ner. Will you see me ravish'd
Before your face? O Hylas! O my love!
Before your face? O Hylas! O my love!
Hyl. Tis she, it is no vision: hold, ravisher,
My love thou canst not take without my life.
My love thou canst not take without my life.
Enter Mirtillus, Montanus, Charinus.
Mir. What noise is this?
Mon. Some shriek much like a woman's.
Ner. O, help my love, Mirtillus!
Mir. Shepherd, hold;
Let go this nymph.
Let go this nymph.
Daph. Or death or victory
Shall crown my enterprise.
Shall crown my enterprise.
Char. Who makes this outcry?
Mir. Sir, I shall cool you, if you be so hot.
Char. My daughter here! was she not buried?
Away, foul spirit, away! Let's part these shepherds.
Away, foul spirit, away! Let's part these shepherds.
Ner. O father, do you think that I am dead?
I am alive, as you are; touch me, see.
I am alive, as you are; touch me, see.
Char. She is alive indeed! How cam'st thou hither?
Ner. Daphnis, whom you would have to be my husband,
Brought me to this supposed death and grave.
Brought me to this supposed death and grave.
Char. By what strange means, Nerina?
Ner. By the glass
You bid me I should take: he has confess'd
To me that it was poison'd.
You bid me I should take: he has confess'd
To me that it was poison'd.
Daph. She was a fool to cry; I should ha' pleas'd her
Ere this, perhaps.
Ere this, perhaps.
Char. Here, Hylas, take my daughter,
For she is thine: you, Daphnis, I did further
In all I could, till you would find a trick
To put yourself beside her.
For she is thine: you, Daphnis, I did further
In all I could, till you would find a trick
To put yourself beside her.
Ner. I forgive him:
For though it was ill-meant, yet did it sort
By accident unto my good.
For though it was ill-meant, yet did it sort
By accident unto my good.
Mon. But will
Our laws permit a ravisher to live?
Our laws permit a ravisher to live?
Hyl. No, no, Montanus: let him live, and envy
Our present happiness.
Our present happiness.
Daph. Cover, you gods,
The world in public ruin, or else show me
A way to hide my shame.
The world in public ruin, or else show me
A way to hide my shame.
Mon. What will he do?
Mir. He will go hang himself: what plots he had
To fool himself with!
To fool himself with!
Mon. They that practise tricks,
Find them as jades, that throw 'em first, then kick 'em,
As his has done.
Find them as jades, that throw 'em first, then kick 'em,
As his has done.
Char. Come, shepherds, let's away,
And solemnise these nuptials.
And solemnise these nuptials.
Mir. Stay, Montanus,
Did the king send for you?
Did the king send for you?
Mon. He did.
Mir. And how?
Mon. The message came from Thyrsis.
Mir. I'll go with you:
'Tis strange the king should send for you: pray heaven
Thyrsis have done no mischief there: he's handsome,
Of a good grace and moving eloquence:
Perhaps some lady may have taken him
Up for herself, and he, I'll lay a wager,
Will be so squeamish that, if Sylvia
Come in his mind, he ne'er will do her reason,
And then her plot will be how to betray him—
Would I were in his place!
'Tis strange the king should send for you: pray heaven
Thyrsis have done no mischief there: he's handsome,
Of a good grace and moving eloquence:
Perhaps some lady may have taken him
Up for herself, and he, I'll lay a wager,
Will be so squeamish that, if Sylvia
Come in his mind, he ne'er will do her reason,
And then her plot will be how to betray him—
Would I were in his place!
Mon. I would thou wert,
So he were safe.
So he were safe.
Mir. I would comply, ne'er fear it;
They live a heavenly life of love in court
To that which we do here; a mistress there
Will satisfy the longings of her lover,
And never trouble Hymen for the matter:
Then, if they like not, they may look elsewhere.
They live a heavenly life of love in court
To that which we do here; a mistress there
Will satisfy the longings of her lover,
And never trouble Hymen for the matter:
Then, if they like not, they may look elsewhere.
Mon. Thou wilt be punish'd one day for thy mischief.
Mir. The mischief's in my tongue, I ne'er do any.
Mon. No, I have heard that Stella was with child
By thee, and thou must father it.
By thee, and thou must father it.
Mir. Who—I?
Take me at that once—fathering of children,
And make me common father of them all!
A child's a pretty thing, and I should joy
To see one of mine own. I'll tell thee truth,
Montanus. By this hand, I never lay
With any woman in my life.
Take me at that once—fathering of children,
And make me common father of them all!
A child's a pretty thing, and I should joy
To see one of mine own. I'll tell thee truth,
Montanus. By this hand, I never lay
With any woman in my life.
Mon. How then?
You have courted all; who is it that Mirtillus
Has not profess'd to love?
You have courted all; who is it that Mirtillus
Has not profess'd to love?
Mir. I do confess it,
And that is all I could do; for before
I could get earnest of any one's love,
To whom I made address, even she would say:
You have another mistress, go to her,
I will not be her stale: and so by this means,
Nor this nor that would do me any reason.
And that is all I could do; for before
I could get earnest of any one's love,
To whom I made address, even she would say:
You have another mistress, go to her,
I will not be her stale: and so by this means,
Nor this nor that would do me any reason.
Mon. You had ill luck, it seems; 'twas not your fault.
Mir. No, for if they would believe me, I did swear
I had no other. Pray, Montanus, tell me——
For you have known the several ways of wooing,
Which is the best and safest?
I had no other. Pray, Montanus, tell me——
For you have known the several ways of wooing,
Which is the best and safest?
Mon. O Mirtillus,
Grey hairs have put the wilder thoughts of love
Out of my head; cold blood and frozen limbs
Fright all those heats away, in place of which
Discretion and sobriety should come.
Grey hairs have put the wilder thoughts of love
Out of my head; cold blood and frozen limbs
Fright all those heats away, in place of which
Discretion and sobriety should come.
Mir. But, I have heard, old men do sometimes
love.
love.
Mon. They doat, Mirtillus—give it the right name;
In old men's bloods Cupid does quench his flames.
But as we go, I'll tell thee: not to love
At all is best; but if you needs must love,
Love one, and seek no further. Thou wilt find
Enough of her, if once she prove unkind.
In old men's bloods Cupid does quench his flames.
But as we go, I'll tell thee: not to love
At all is best; but if you needs must love,
Love one, and seek no further. Thou wilt find
Enough of her, if once she prove unkind.
SCENA III.
Daphnis, Alcon. To Daphnis, Dorinda.
There is no way t' avoid the shame of this.
Each shepherd's boy, that sings unto his flock,
Will make me the scorn'd subject of his song.
Each shepherd's boy, that sings unto his flock,
Will make me the scorn'd subject of his song.
Alc. Had you been sudden, as I counsell'd you,
You had not fail'd: but you young men do never
Go through with anything.
You had not fail'd: but you young men do never
Go through with anything.
Daph. For heaven's sake,
Call not that wicked deed to my remembrance.
I do repent me that I e'er begun it:
I would not for a world have ended it:
Nerina's chaste and fair, and I a villain.
Leave me, I pray; for something tells me you
Did first advise me to this damned act.
Call not that wicked deed to my remembrance.
I do repent me that I e'er begun it:
I would not for a world have ended it:
Nerina's chaste and fair, and I a villain.
Leave me, I pray; for something tells me you
Did first advise me to this damned act.
Alc. Nay, if you prize my friendship at this rate,
I'll leave you to your penance. [Exit.
I'll leave you to your penance. [Exit.
Daph. This old man
Is full of malice; nothing troubles him.
The ills that he has done fly from his thoughts,
And he rejoices that he did them quaintly;
I have begun my youth as if I meant
To have my age so punish'd as his is.
Is full of malice; nothing troubles him.
The ills that he has done fly from his thoughts,
And he rejoices that he did them quaintly;
I have begun my youth as if I meant
To have my age so punish'd as his is.
Enter Dorinda.
Who's this? Dorinda! I have done her wrong:
I sued for love to her first, which obtain'd,
I stuck disgraces on her; let me ask
Forgiveness now, for 'twere too much to hope
That she should love one stain'd with such a deed
As I have done, so foul and impious.
I sued for love to her first, which obtain'd,
I stuck disgraces on her; let me ask
Forgiveness now, for 'twere too much to hope
That she should love one stain'd with such a deed
As I have done, so foul and impious.
Dor. Great love, if yet thou art not satisfied
With all the wrongs I have sustain'd for thee;
My blood, I hope, thy anger will appease,
Which thou may'st glut thyself with.
With all the wrongs I have sustain'd for thee;
My blood, I hope, thy anger will appease,
Which thou may'st glut thyself with.
Daph. Gentle nymph.
Dor. I've been too gentle, do not mock me with't:
O Daphnis! is it you? This is not well
To mock me thus; your looks, when arm'd with frowns,
Gave not my heart so deep a wound as this.
O Daphnis! is it you? This is not well
To mock me thus; your looks, when arm'd with frowns,
Gave not my heart so deep a wound as this.
Daph. I mean no scorn; I come to ask your pardon
For what I've done already, not to heap
More sins upon my head.
For what I've done already, not to heap
More sins upon my head.
Dor. 'Tis very strange.
Dor. But is this serious, Daphnis? O, take heed,
Crack not my heart with such a load of grief
And scorn, so press'd as this is: if you do,
The gods will punish it; for though they have
Neglected me thus long, they will revenge
Such injuries as these.
Crack not my heart with such a load of grief
And scorn, so press'd as this is: if you do,
The gods will punish it; for though they have
Neglected me thus long, they will revenge
Such injuries as these.
Daph. My many ills
Discredit my repentance: if my words
Can find no faith with you, believe my tears:
Indeed they are not feign'd.
Discredit my repentance: if my words
Can find no faith with you, believe my tears:
Indeed they are not feign'd.
Dor. Even so you look'd
When first you stole my heart: but I forgive you,
Whate'er become of me, I still must love you.
When first you stole my heart: but I forgive you,
Whate'er become of me, I still must love you.
Daph. Forgive me first, and then I will begin
By my endeavours and true services
To deserve something of you, if not love.
By my endeavours and true services
To deserve something of you, if not love.
Dor. There is not that hard-heartedness in man
Which I did think, for he repents, I see.
O Daphnis! if thou mean'st not this as scorn,
Take me into thine arms, and I will be
Thy slave.
Which I did think, for he repents, I see.
O Daphnis! if thou mean'st not this as scorn,
Take me into thine arms, and I will be
Thy slave.
Daph. O, say not so; let me
Rather be thine; it will be pride in me
To be ambitious of it.
Rather be thine; it will be pride in me
To be ambitious of it.
Dor. O my heart!
What sudden joy thou strik'st into it now!
But yet methinks I fear thou dost not love me.
What sudden joy thou strik'st into it now!
But yet methinks I fear thou dost not love me.
Daph. Why should you fear? By Pan, you are to me
Whate'er you can imagine; equal—above
All that I e'er thought fair; and if you be
Content to hide my faults, and take me to
Your nuptial bed, which yet I dare not hope—
But if you will, whene'er that day shall come,
Th' embraces of my love and me shall be
Such, as the Cyprian boy from our abundance
Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts,
Yet leave with us a flame which we will cherish,
And keep alive unto eternity.
Whate'er you can imagine; equal—above
All that I e'er thought fair; and if you be
Content to hide my faults, and take me to
Your nuptial bed, which yet I dare not hope—
But if you will, whene'er that day shall come,
Th' embraces of my love and me shall be
Such, as the Cyprian boy from our abundance
Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts,
Yet leave with us a flame which we will cherish,
And keep alive unto eternity.
Dor. Women are ever credulous—most then,
When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them.
I dare not now distrust you, though I knew
What you have said were false: it has a semblance
Of such a pleasing truth: give me thy hand,
And take thou mine; whilst we walk thus entwin'd,
I shall think Daphnis never was unkind. [Exeunt.
When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them.
I dare not now distrust you, though I knew
What you have said were false: it has a semblance
Of such a pleasing truth: give me thy hand,
And take thou mine; whilst we walk thus entwin'd,
I shall think Daphnis never was unkind. [Exeunt.
SCENA IV.
Eubulus, Cleander. To them Thyrsis, Sylvia.
What, are they dead? is the king's will obey'd?
Cle. No, sir, they live, and Hymen in his bands
Has tied them both; the happiest knot that e'er
Knit two such equal hearts and loves together.
O, I'm ravish'd with the news: my joy
Is greater now than if sh' had been the daughter
Unto our king, and I had married her.
Has tied them both; the happiest knot that e'er
Knit two such equal hearts and loves together.
O, I'm ravish'd with the news: my joy
Is greater now than if sh' had been the daughter
Unto our king, and I had married her.
Eub. I am amaz'd; pray Jove thou be'st not mad.
Cle. Somewhat exalted, sir, beyond myself,
But yet not mad. Go, sir, unto the king;
Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy.
But yet not mad. Go, sir, unto the king;
Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy.
Eub. Sure, thou wilt come unto thyself anon!
Prythee, bethink thee.
Prythee, bethink thee.
Cle. Yes, sir, I do think,
And know that I have news to make him live,
And you an age yet longer.
And know that I have news to make him live,
And you an age yet longer.
Eub. This is strange.
Cle. 'Tis true.
Eub. But what is true?
Eub. If she do live, I think
She will; but yet you know we were commanded
To cut that life off.
She will; but yet you know we were commanded
To cut that life off.
Cle. But your hasty son,
That came so speedy with a fatal message,
Was not so forward now; they both do live,
And both are married.
That came so speedy with a fatal message,
Was not so forward now; they both do live,
And both are married.
Eub. Jupiter forbid!
Cle. The Fates command it, 'tis their proper work:
The shepherd is a prince—your prince and mine,
And married to my sister.
The shepherd is a prince—your prince and mine,
And married to my sister.
Eub. Ha! what's that?
Prythee, digest thy troubled thoughts, and tell me
What prince is this thou mean'st?
Prythee, digest thy troubled thoughts, and tell me
What prince is this thou mean'st?
Cle. Archigenes.
Eub. Thou dream'st: it cannot be.
Cle. No? then come forth,
You royal pair, and testify yourselves.
You royal pair, and testify yourselves.
Enter Thyrsis and Sylvia.
Syl. Father, your blessing.
Eub. Ha!
Cle. Nay, I've told all.
She knows she is your daughter: look, sir, here;
Here we must place our reverence.
She knows she is your daughter: look, sir, here;
Here we must place our reverence.
Eub. Who's this?
Cle. Not yet? Then look upon this circle, that
You know for certain, though you know not him.
You know for certain, though you know not him.
Eub. 'Tis it—it is the same: Archigenes,
Son of Euarchus and Eudora:
This is my character, and this my seal.
Son of Euarchus and Eudora:
This is my character, and this my seal.
Thyr. Sir, I have heard that by your piety
My infant life was sav'd: now by the goodness,
Deriv'd from you unto your son, I have
Not only found my life, but my content.
The sum of all my hopes—this lady here,
Without whose love my life had been a torment.
My infant life was sav'd: now by the goodness,
Deriv'd from you unto your son, I have
Not only found my life, but my content.
The sum of all my hopes—this lady here,
Without whose love my life had been a torment.
Syl. And I the happiest maid that ever was,
Conducted by the power of simple love,
Have found, in place of him I thought a shepherd,
A princely lover.
Conducted by the power of simple love,
Have found, in place of him I thought a shepherd,
A princely lover.
Eub. Rise, Calligone:
The gods are just, I see, that, favouring
My innocence, have brought this match about.
But say, Cleander, what fate guided thee
To this discovery?
The gods are just, I see, that, favouring
My innocence, have brought this match about.
But say, Cleander, what fate guided thee
To this discovery?
Cle. Sir, should I tell you
How many ways I cast to save my sister
After the fatal message which I brought,
I should be tedious, and keep you from
What you do long to hear: in short, I soon
Resolv'd to make away this royal shepherd:
And knowing that, in this affair, to keep it
Secret, despatch was needful, I commanded
A servant, of whose faith and courage I
Was well-assur'd, to kill him in my presence.
How many ways I cast to save my sister
After the fatal message which I brought,
I should be tedious, and keep you from
What you do long to hear: in short, I soon
Resolv'd to make away this royal shepherd:
And knowing that, in this affair, to keep it
Secret, despatch was needful, I commanded
A servant, of whose faith and courage I
Was well-assur'd, to kill him in my presence.
Eub. 'Tis strange thou shouldst be present at a murder.
Cle. 'Twas a necessity was laid upon me,
Because I would be sure to see him dead.
I bade him choose his death; when manfully
He said he car'd not how, so he might die.
I knew to strangle him was the readiest way,
Which death himself was ready to embrace:
This his so noble resolution
Did startle me from mine; my servants' hands
Trembled for fear,
Presaging what a sin they were to act:
He bade him be assur'd he would not start.
And often call'd him to despatch him quickly.
Because I would be sure to see him dead.
I bade him choose his death; when manfully
He said he car'd not how, so he might die.
I knew to strangle him was the readiest way,
Which death himself was ready to embrace:
This his so noble resolution
Did startle me from mine; my servants' hands
Trembled for fear,
Presaging what a sin they were to act:
He bade him be assur'd he would not start.
And often call'd him to despatch him quickly.
Syl. What man could have a heart for such a deed,
And see his face?
And see his face?
Cle. The prince, before he came
To put the fatal twist about his neck,
Besought me, as I ever hop'd for peace,
I should preserve the princess; this I promis'd,
And whatsoever else he would desire.
He answered, nothing now, but hasty death;
Then stripping off his doublet, I espied
With a quick eye this golden circle here,
When hastily I bid my servant hold,
And let him go. He ask'd me why I stay'd;
I told him that about his neck was sacred.
He would have rent it off, but I forbad it.
To put the fatal twist about his neck,
Besought me, as I ever hop'd for peace,
I should preserve the princess; this I promis'd,
And whatsoever else he would desire.
He answered, nothing now, but hasty death;
Then stripping off his doublet, I espied
With a quick eye this golden circle here,
When hastily I bid my servant hold,
And let him go. He ask'd me why I stay'd;
I told him that about his neck was sacred.
He would have rent it off, but I forbad it.
Eub. What did you then?
Cle. Sir, I did well remember
What I had heard of th' oracle and you,
Which, with the computation of his years,
I found agreeing to make up a truth;
Which you before assur'd me. Then I ask'd him
Whether he would be married to the princess
Before he died; he thought that I had mock'd him,
And said I practis'd tyranny upon him.
Then went I to my sister, and desir'd
The same of her. In fine, I saw them both
Join hands and hearts together; but the prince
Thought this a dream of life, which certain death
Would wake him from, until I did assure him
Of his great state, and that his love, whom now
He thought to be the princess, was my sister;
All which I did refer unto your knowledge.
What I had heard of th' oracle and you,
Which, with the computation of his years,
I found agreeing to make up a truth;
Which you before assur'd me. Then I ask'd him
Whether he would be married to the princess
Before he died; he thought that I had mock'd him,
And said I practis'd tyranny upon him.
Then went I to my sister, and desir'd
The same of her. In fine, I saw them both
Join hands and hearts together; but the prince
Thought this a dream of life, which certain death
Would wake him from, until I did assure him
Of his great state, and that his love, whom now
He thought to be the princess, was my sister;
All which I did refer unto your knowledge.
Eub. This day for ever let it holy be,
And you, whom love has brought through deep despair
Unto the haven of your happiness,
Enjoy each other freely. Of you, brave shepherd,
But now my prince, I shall inquire anon
Where and with whom you liv'd.
And you, whom love has brought through deep despair
Unto the haven of your happiness,
Enjoy each other freely. Of you, brave shepherd,
But now my prince, I shall inquire anon
Where and with whom you liv'd.
Thyr. Sir, the shepherd
Whom I call father stays without. Montanus
His name is, by whose gentle hands (as he
Has often told me) I was rescu'd first
From cold and death, since under his kind roof
Foster'd, and bred as his.
Whom I call father stays without. Montanus
His name is, by whose gentle hands (as he
Has often told me) I was rescu'd first
From cold and death, since under his kind roof
Foster'd, and bred as his.
Eub. Go, call him in.
Enter Montanus, Mirtillus.
You're welcome both; you may applaud your fortune
That brought you such a shepherd. Stay all here,
Whilst I go to the king. This day will add
More years unto his life, when he shall say,
No day shone brighter on Arcadia. [Exit.
That brought you such a shepherd. Stay all here,
Whilst I go to the king. This day will add
More years unto his life, when he shall say,
No day shone brighter on Arcadia. [Exit.
Mon. We are both come to do our duties to you,
I as being sent for, and Mirtillus with me,
To celebrate your joys. Within a while,
The shepherds and the nymphs will all be here.
I as being sent for, and Mirtillus with me,
To celebrate your joys. Within a while,
The shepherds and the nymphs will all be here.
Thyr. My old companions shall be welcome all,
As you are now; I never shall forget
Your courtesy nor theirs.
As you are now; I never shall forget
Your courtesy nor theirs.
Syl. Nor I the nymphs',
Once my dear fellows; but you, Mirtillus,
Though you did scorn to love, yet could you sing
Well, if you listed of it.
Once my dear fellows; but you, Mirtillus,
Though you did scorn to love, yet could you sing
Well, if you listed of it.
Cle. Can shepherds then
Despise that deity which we adore?
Despise that deity which we adore?
Mir. Madam, I reverence it in you,
The perfect'st pattern of a constant lover,
And in the honour of your nuptials
I have a song, which if your grace will hear,
'Twill entertain the time.
The perfect'st pattern of a constant lover,
And in the honour of your nuptials
I have a song, which if your grace will hear,
'Twill entertain the time.
Syl. Let it be sung.
Song.
Hymen, god of marriage-bed,
Be thou ever honoured:
Thou, whose torch's purer light
Death's sad tapers did affright,
And instead of funeral fires
Kindled lovers' chaste desires:
May their love
Ever prove
True and constant; let not age
Know their youthful heat t' assuage.
Be thou ever honoured:
Thou, whose torch's purer light
Death's sad tapers did affright,
And instead of funeral fires
Kindled lovers' chaste desires:
May their love
Ever prove
True and constant; let not age
Know their youthful heat t' assuage.
2.
Maids, prepare the genial bed:
Then come, night, and hide that red,
Which from her cheeks his heart does burn;
Till the envious day return,
And the lusty bridegroom say,
I have chas'd her fears away,
And instead
Of virgin-head,
Given her a greater good:
Perfection and womanhood.
Then come, night, and hide that red,
Which from her cheeks his heart does burn;
Till the envious day return,
And the lusty bridegroom say,
I have chas'd her fears away,
And instead
Of virgin-head,
Given her a greater good:
Perfection and womanhood.
Thyr. Thanks, good Mirtillus; this indeed was proper
Unto your subject.
Unto your subject.
Mir. Your thrice-happy match
Being but now come to my knowledge, made me
Contract myself into a straiter room
Than the large subject might afford.
Being but now come to my knowledge, made me
Contract myself into a straiter room
Than the large subject might afford.
Cle. The king!
To these Euarchus, Eubulus.
Euar. Although I wonder, yet I do believe thee,
My faithful councillor.
My faithful councillor.
Eub. Your majesty
Has found me always real; but this truth
The oracle's accomplishment will prove,
That did foretell their match.
Has found me always real; but this truth
The oracle's accomplishment will prove,
That did foretell their match.
Eub. If e'er thy issue male thou liv'st to see,
The child thou think'st is thine, thine shall not be.
The child thou think'st is thine, thine shall not be.
Euar. Calligone is not my child; proceed.
Eub. His life shall be obscure: twice shall thy hate
Doom him to death, yet shall he 'scape that fate.
Doom him to death, yet shall he 'scape that fate.
Euar. 'Tis true, that twice I did command his death,
First thinking him a bastard, then a shepherd,
For his offence: the gods are just. Go on.
First thinking him a bastard, then a shepherd,
For his offence: the gods are just. Go on.
Eub. And thou shalt live to see, that not long after
Thy only son shall wed thy only daughter.
Thy only son shall wed thy only daughter.
Euar. This was a riddle ever till this day,
Their marriage has made it plain. Eubulus,
Call in Archigenes, and call thy daughter,
The fair Calligone, that I may pour
My blessings on them: and I long to see
Those characters thou writ'st about his neck,
That I may call him mine.
Their marriage has made it plain. Eubulus,
Call in Archigenes, and call thy daughter,
The fair Calligone, that I may pour
My blessings on them: and I long to see
Those characters thou writ'st about his neck,
That I may call him mine.
Eub. See where they are!
Euar. Archigenes, come nearer, for thou art
A stranger yet, although thou be my son.
The character is plain, it is the same
Eubulus writ to me: ye heavenly powers,
Give me a heart that may be large enough
T' express my joy for these and thanks to you.
A stranger yet, although thou be my son.
The character is plain, it is the same
Eubulus writ to me: ye heavenly powers,
Give me a heart that may be large enough
T' express my joy for these and thanks to you.
Thyr. My royal father—for I am instructed
To call you so—if I have done amiss
In hasting to this match, I ask your pardon.
To call you so—if I have done amiss
In hasting to this match, I ask your pardon.
Syl. And I for daring to aspire so high
Without your leave.
Without your leave.
Euar. Rise both; you have my blessing.
But who are these?
But who are these?
Thyr. This is the shepherd, sir,
Who took me up first, whom till now I call'd
Father, and he deserv'd it for his care.
Who took me up first, whom till now I call'd
Father, and he deserv'd it for his care.
Eub. He is deliver'd to me for the shepherd,
Of whom your majesty may, if you please,
Be well-inform'd of all those passages
I left untold.
Of whom your majesty may, if you please,
Be well-inform'd of all those passages
I left untold.
Euar. Some other time we'll hear them:
Let him be well rewarded.
Let him be well rewarded.
Thyr. Sir, these shepherds
Are come to entertain your majesty
With their devices, as their custom is;
In which sometimes, until my fortune chang'd,
I bore a part.
Are come to entertain your majesty
With their devices, as their custom is;
In which sometimes, until my fortune chang'd,
I bore a part.
Euar. Let them be feasted all,
And study something new to celebrate
These nuptials, which I will have proclaim'd
Throughout my kingdom: and, Eubulus, see
That everything be fitted for their honour.
Come, let us to the temple, that we may
With holy sacrifice appease the gods,
Whose great decrees, though we did strive to hinder,
Yet are they now fulfill'd. It is in vain
T' oppose the Fates, whose laws do all constrain.
And study something new to celebrate
These nuptials, which I will have proclaim'd
Throughout my kingdom: and, Eubulus, see
That everything be fitted for their honour.
Come, let us to the temple, that we may
With holy sacrifice appease the gods,
Whose great decrees, though we did strive to hinder,
Yet are they now fulfill'd. It is in vain
T' oppose the Fates, whose laws do all constrain.
THE EPILOGUE TO THE KING AND QUEEN.
To you, most royal pair, whose lives have brought
Virtue in fashion, and the world have taught,
That chaste innocuous sports become the stage,
No less than civil manners do the age,
We dedicate this piece, but yet with fears
To have displeas'd so chaste, so tender ears;
Which if you free us from, we'll call this play
No more the Shepherds', but our Holiday.
Virtue in fashion, and the world have taught,
That chaste innocuous sports become the stage,
No less than civil manners do the age,
We dedicate this piece, but yet with fears
To have displeas'd so chaste, so tender ears;
Which if you free us from, we'll call this play
No more the Shepherds', but our Holiday.
FUIMUS TROES: THE TRUE TROJANS
EDITION.
Fvimvs Troes, Æneid. 2. The Trve Troianes, Being a Story of the Britaines valour at the Romanes first invasion: Publikely represented by the Gentlemen Students of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford.
Quis Martem tunicâ tectum adamantinâ
Dignè scripserit?
Dignè scripserit?
London, Printed by I. L. for Robert Allott, and are to be sold at the signe of the Beare in Pauls-Churchyard, 1633. 4o.
INTRODUCTION
Dr Jasper Fisher, a gentleman's son, born in Bedfordshire, and entered a Commoner of Magdalen Hall in 1607, is declared by Wood[249] to be the author of this play. He afterwards took the degrees in arts, became divinity or philosophy reader of Magdalen College; rector of Wilden, Bedfordshire about 1631, and at length doctor of divinity. Besides this play he published some sermons. Oldys in his MSS. notes says he was blind. At what time he died is unknown. The title of this performance does not inform us when it was acted, nor is it spoken of as a republication.[250] Langbaine mentions no other edition but that of 1633, [nor is any other known, or believed to exist].
FOOTNOTES:
[249] "Ath. Oxon.," i. 619.
[250] All the acts close with songs by the Druids; and at the end of Act iii. is one in the Scottish dialect. Hence a conjecture has been hazarded, either that the author was a Scotchman, or that the song was introduced to please King James. If so, the play must have been written and represented before 1625; but there is no evidence that James was ever present when it was performed.—Collier.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
| Mercury. | Livius, lib. 5 | |
| Fur. Camillus. | ||
| Brennus. | ||
| Julius Cæsar. | Cæsar, Com. de bell. Gall., lib 4 et 5. | |
| C. Volusenus. | ||
| Q. Laberius, alias Labienus. | ||
| Q. Atrius. | ||
| Comius Atrebas. | ||
| Cassibelanus, imperator Britannorum. | ||
| Mandubratius, princeps Trinobantum. | ||
| Cingetorix, | four petty kings in Kent. | |
| Carvilius, | ||
| Taximagulus, | ||
| Segonax, | ||
| Lud, his sons | Androgeus. | Galfrid Monumetensis lib. 4. |
| Tenantius. | ||
| Cassibelane. | ||
| Nennius. | ||
| Belinus, a chief nobleman. | ||
| Hirildas, nephew to Cassibelane. | ||
| Eulinus, nephew to Androgeus. | ||
| Cridous, king of Albania. | ||
| Britael, king of Demetia. | ||
| Guerthed, king of Ordovicia. | ||
Names Feigned.
| Lantonus, | two druids, or priests. |
| Hulacus, | |
| Landora, | two ladies mentioned. |
| Cordella, | |
| Rollano, a Belgic. | |
| Chorus of five Bards or Poets-Laureate. | |
| Soldiers, Shipmen, Servants. | |
FUIMUS TROES: THE TRUE TROJANS.
Mercury conducting the ghosts of Brennus and Camillus[251] in complete armour, and with swords drawn.
Mer. As in the vaults of this big-bellied earth
Are dungeons, whips and flames for wicked ghosts;
So fair Elysian fields, where spotless souls
Do bathe themselves in bliss.[252] Amongst the rest,[253]
Two pleasant groves by two sorts are possess'd:
One by true lovers crown'd with myrtle boughs,
Who hand-in-hand sing pæans of their joy:
Brave soldiers hold the second, clad in steel,
Whose glittering arms brighten those gloomy shades,
In lieu of starry lights. From hence I bring
A pair of martial imps,[254] by Jove's decree,
As sticklers[255] in their nation's enmity.
Furious Camillus, and, thou Briton bold,
Great Brennus, sheathe your conquering blades. In vain
You threaten death; for ghosts may not be slain.
Are dungeons, whips and flames for wicked ghosts;
So fair Elysian fields, where spotless souls
Do bathe themselves in bliss.[252] Amongst the rest,[253]
Two pleasant groves by two sorts are possess'd:
One by true lovers crown'd with myrtle boughs,
Who hand-in-hand sing pæans of their joy:
Brave soldiers hold the second, clad in steel,
Whose glittering arms brighten those gloomy shades,
In lieu of starry lights. From hence I bring
A pair of martial imps,[254] by Jove's decree,
As sticklers[255] in their nation's enmity.
Furious Camillus, and, thou Briton bold,
Great Brennus, sheathe your conquering blades. In vain
You threaten death; for ghosts may not be slain.
Bren. From the unbounded ocean and cold climes,
Where Charles his wain[256] circles the Northern Pole,
I first led out great swarms of shaggy Gauls
And big-bon'd Britons. The white-pated Alps,
Where snow and winter dwell, did bow their necks
To our victorious feet: Rome, proudest Rome,
We cloth'd in scarlet of patrician blood,
And 'bout your Capitol pranc'd our vaunting steeds,
Defended more by geese,[257] than by your gods.
Where Charles his wain[256] circles the Northern Pole,
I first led out great swarms of shaggy Gauls
And big-bon'd Britons. The white-pated Alps,
Where snow and winter dwell, did bow their necks
To our victorious feet: Rome, proudest Rome,
We cloth'd in scarlet of patrician blood,
And 'bout your Capitol pranc'd our vaunting steeds,
Defended more by geese,[257] than by your gods.
Cam. But I cut short your fury, and my sword
Redeem'd the city, making your huge trunks
To fat our crows, and dung our Latian fields.
I turn'd your torrent to another coast;
And what you quickly won, you sooner lost.
Redeem'd the city, making your huge trunks
To fat our crows, and dung our Latian fields.
I turn'd your torrent to another coast;
And what you quickly won, you sooner lost.
Mer. Leave these weak brawlings. Now swift time hath spent
A Pylian age and more, since you two breath'd,
Mirrors of Briton and of Roman valour.
Lo, now the black imperial bird doth clasp
Under her wings the continent; and Mars,
Trampling down nations with his brazen wheels,
Fights for his nephews, and hath once more made
Britons and Romans meet. To view these deeds
I, Hermes, bring you to this upper sky;
Where you may wander, and with ghastly looks
Incite your countrymen, when night and sleep
Conquer the eyes: when weary bodies rest,
And senses cease,[258] be furies in their breast.
Never two nations better match'd; for Jove
Loves both alike. Whence then these armed bands?
Mavors[259] for Rome, Neptune for Albion stands.
A Pylian age and more, since you two breath'd,
Mirrors of Briton and of Roman valour.
Lo, now the black imperial bird doth clasp
Under her wings the continent; and Mars,
Trampling down nations with his brazen wheels,
Fights for his nephews, and hath once more made
Britons and Romans meet. To view these deeds
I, Hermes, bring you to this upper sky;
Where you may wander, and with ghastly looks
Incite your countrymen, when night and sleep
Conquer the eyes: when weary bodies rest,
And senses cease,[258] be furies in their breast.
Never two nations better match'd; for Jove
Loves both alike. Whence then these armed bands?
Mavors[259] for Rome, Neptune for Albion stands.
Bren. Then let war ope his jaws as wide as hell,
And fright young babes; my country-folk, more stern,
Can outlook Gorgon. Let the Fates transpos'd
Hang beaten flags up in the victor's land:
Full dearly will each pace of ground be sold,
Which rated is at dearest blood, not gold.
What! are their ruin'd fanes, demolish'd walls,
So soon forgot? Doth Allia yet run clear?
Or can three hundred summers slake their fear?
And fright young babes; my country-folk, more stern,
Can outlook Gorgon. Let the Fates transpos'd
Hang beaten flags up in the victor's land:
Full dearly will each pace of ground be sold,
Which rated is at dearest blood, not gold.
What! are their ruin'd fanes, demolish'd walls,
So soon forgot? Doth Allia yet run clear?
Or can three hundred summers slake their fear?
Cam. Arise, thou Julian star, whose angry beams
Be heralds to the North of war and death.
Let those black calends be reveng'd; those ghosts,
Whose mangled sheaths, depriv'd of funeral rites,
Made the six hills promise a Cadmus' crop—
Be expiated with a fiery deluge.
Jove rules the spheres, Rome all the world beside;
And shall this little corner be denied?
Be heralds to the North of war and death.
Let those black calends be reveng'd; those ghosts,
Whose mangled sheaths, depriv'd of funeral rites,
Made the six hills promise a Cadmus' crop—
Be expiated with a fiery deluge.
Jove rules the spheres, Rome all the world beside;
And shall this little corner be denied?
Mer. Bandy no more these private frowns; but haste,
Fly to your parties, and enrage their minds:
Till, at the period of these broils, I call
And back reduce you[260] to grim Pluto's hall [Exeunt.
Fly to your parties, and enrage their minds:
Till, at the period of these broils, I call
And back reduce you[260] to grim Pluto's hall [Exeunt.