SCENE I.Part of the Wood.
Peri. She is untrue, unconstant, and unkind;
Shes gone, shes gone! Blow high, thou north-west wind,
raise the sea to mountains; let the trees
That dare oppose thy raging fury leese
Their firm foundation; creep
into the earth,
And shake the world, as at the monstrous birth
Of some new prodigy; whilst I constant
Holding this trusty boar-spear in my hand,
And falling thus upon it.
[Offers to fall on his spear.
Enter Amarillis running.
Amar. Stay thy dead-doing hand! thou art too hot
Against thyself. Believe me, comely swain,
If that thou
diest, not all the showers of rain
The heavy clouds send down can wash away
That foul unmanly guilt
the world will lay
Upon thee. Yet thy love untainted stands:
Believe me, she is constant; not the sands
be so hardly numbered as she won.
I do not trifle, shepherd; by the moon,
And all those lesser lights our
eyes do view,
All that I told thee, Perigot, is true:
Then, be a free man; put away despair
And will to die; smooth
gently up that fair,
Dejected forehead; be as when those eyes
Took the first heat.
Peri. Alas, he double dies
That would believe, but cannot! Tis not well
You keep me thus from dying,
here to dwell
With many worse companions. But, oh, death!
I am not yet enamoured of this breath
much but I dare leave it; tis not pain
In forcing of a wound, nor after-gain
Of many days, can hold me from
Tis not myself but Amoret, bids kill.
Amar. Stay but a little, little; but one hour;
And if I do not show thee, through the power
Of herbs and
words I have, as dark as night,
Myself turned to thy Amoret, in sight,
Her very figure, and the robe she
With tawny buskins, and the hook she bears
Of thine own carving, where your names are set,
underneath with many a curious fret,
The primrose-chaplet, tawdry-lace, and ring,
Thou gavst her for her
singing, with each thing
Else that she wears about her, let me feel
The first fell stroke of that revenging
Peri. I am contented, if there be a hope,
To give it entertainment for the scope
Of one poor hour. Go; you
shall find me next
Under yon shady beech, even thus perplext,
And thus believing.
Amar. Bind, before I go,
Thy soul by Pan unto me, not to do
Harm or outrageous wrong upon thy life,
Peri. By Pan, and by the strife
He had with Phbus for the mastery,
When golden Midas judged their minstrelsy,
SCENE II.The Wood before Clorins Bower.
Clorin discovered in the Bower.
Enter Satyr carrying Alexis.
Sat. Softly gliding as I go,
With this burthen full of woe,
Through still silence of the night,
Guided by the
Hither am I come at last.
Many a thicket have I past;
Not a twig that durst deny me,
a bush that durst descry me
To the little bird that sleeps
On the tender spray; nor creeps
That hardy worm
with pointed tail,
But if I be under sail,
Flying faster than the wind,
Leaving all the clouds behind,
hide her tender head
In some hollow tree, or bed
Of seeded nettles; not a hare
Can be started from his
By my footing; nor a wish
Is more sudden, nor a fish
Can be found with greater ease
Cut the vast unbounded
Leaving neither print nor sound,
Than I, when nimbly on the ground
I measure many a league an