SCENE I.A Village.
Enter Priest of Pan and Old Shepherd.
Priest. Shepherds, rise, and shake off sleep!
See, the blushing morn doth peep
Through the windows,
whilst the sun
To the mountain-tops is run,
Gilding all the vales below
With his rising flames, which grow
by his climbing still.
Up, ye lazy grooms, and fill
Bag and bottle for the field!
Clasp your cloaks fast, lest
To the bitter north-east wind.
Call the maidens up, and find.
Who lay longest, that she may
without a friend all day;
Then reward your dogs, and pray
Pan to keep you from decay:
So unfold, and
What, not a shepherd stirring? Sure, the grooms
Have found their beds too easy, or the rooms
with such new delight and heat, that they
Have both forgot their hungry sheep and day.
Knock, that they
may remember what a shame
Sloth and neglect lays on a shepherds name.
Old Shep. [After knocking at several doors.] It is to little purpose; not a swain
This night hath known his
lodging here, or lain
Within these cotes; the woods, or some near town
That is a neighbour to the bordering
Hath drawn them thither, bout some lusty sport,
Or spicèed wassail bowl, to which resort
young men and maids of many a cote,
Whilst the trim minstrel strikes his merry note.
Priest. God pardon sin!Show me the way that leads
To any of their haunts.
Old Shep. This to the meads,
And that down to the woods.
Priest. Then, this for me.
Come, shepherd, let me crave your company.
SCENE II.The Wood before Clorins Bower.
Clorin and Alexis discovered in the bower; at the side of the stage, a hollow tree, in which are Cloe
Clo. Now your thoughts are almost pure,
And your wound begins to cure;
Strive to banish all thats vain,
it should break out again.
Alex. Eternal thanks to thee, thou holy maid!
I find my former wandering thoughts well staid
wise precepts; and my outward pain
By thy choice herbs is almost gone again:
Thy sexs vice and virtue
At once; for what one hurt another healed.
Clo. May thy grief more appease!
Relapses are the worst disease.
Take heed how you in thought offend;
mind and body both will mend.
Enter Satyr, carrying Amoret.
Amo. Best thou the wildest creature of the wood,
That bearst me thus away, drowned in my blood,
dying, know I cannot injured be;
I am a maid; let that name fight for me.
Sat. Fairest virgin, do not fear
Me, that doth thy body bear,
Not to hurt, but healed to be;
Men are ruder
far than we.
See, fair goddess, in the wood
They have let out yet more blood:
Some savage man hath
struck her breast,
So soft and white, that no wild beast
Durst have touched, asleep or wake;
that adder, newt, or snake,
Would have lain, from arm to arm,
On her bosom to be warm
All a night, and,
Gone away, and stung her not.
Quickly clap herbs to her breast.
A man, sure, is a kind of beast.
Clo. With spotless hand on spotless breast
I put these herbs, to give thee rest:
Which till I heal thee,
there will bide,
If both be pure; if not, off slide.
See, it falls off from the wound!
Shepherdess, thou art not
Full of lust.