Peter Davidson (ed.), The Poems and Translations of Sir Richard Fanshawe, Vol. 2
pg 419[II, i]
After the foregoing Song, loud Musick, And let claridiana descend alone, by a pair of stairs on the right hand, and let it be quite another Scene.1
clara. In what a War, Father unjust,
2Hast thou plung'd me? for what cause
3Did'st thou confine my choice to Laws
4So Heterogeneal to my gust?
5What satisfaction to thy dust
6Can it be, I so should wed?
7Who put that fancy in thine head?
8That I should not be capabel
9To chuse for my own self, as well,
10As thou for me, after thou'rt dead?
11O (in thy own opinion) wise!
12How have thy spectacles discern'd,
13That there, where I am most concern'd,
Critical Apparatus14I must be cozen'd by mine Eyes?
15Admit, they should their choice revise,
Critical Apparatus16And rue too late with sad reflection
17Their Errour in their undeception:
18Were it not better owe that Ill
19To the deception of my will,
20Than to the Wilfulness of thy deception?
21If to Inchantments thou confide
22My happiness, thou may'st with much
23More ground, what I shall chuse for such,
24Trust to my Spirit and my pride:
25If a Star's trusted to provide
26A Match for me, though that see far,
27'Tis fair, and therefore like to erre
28In Happiness, and (with thy leave)
29As to Love matters (I conceive)
30A Woman knows more than a Star.
pg 42031If it be noted a thing rare,
32For Beauty fortunate to prove,
33Yet I may fortunately love;
34For what have I to do with Fair?
35But Beauty now will quite despair
36That ever Bliss to her should come,
37When (cruel Father!) by thy doom
38I, who have none, condemn'd must be,
39Dead to my self, to live to thee:
40Like a Watch-candle in a Tomb.
Critical Apparatus41Is it decreed I must admit
42Perforce of Love? what madness, this?
43Serves Beauty only to hand bliss
44T'another, that usurpeth it?
45Virtue, Education, Wit,
46To be noble, to be fair,
47To be ev'ry thing that's rare,
48Let not these for ever be
50Let not these for ever scare.
51My years in hymen's slavish bands!
52The freedom of my Soul reduc'd
53To live after another's Gust!
54I, moulded in another's hands!
55At an imperious Man's Commands!
56It must not be: Let Men divine
57With similies; Let them in fine
58Date Beauty by a flow'r that blows:
59(How everlasting in a Rose!
60How trivial in a Jesamine!)
61Fright Fools with this, That Youth's a blaze:
62That, which my Envy doth engage,
63Is the Prerogative of age;
64Which from a higher ground survays
65The Labyrinth of humane ways,
66And, undeceiv'd by Time, doth know
67That all's deception here below;pg 421
68And whether calm, or storm appears,
69Is laid up in the Bay of Years,
70And lets it shine, and lets it blow.
71No ancient Fester, no new Sore,
Critical Apparatus72Makes Age wish cupids bow were burst,
73For time by this hath cur'd the first;
74And high time 'tis, to have no more,
75Love's golden Field being now all hoar.
76Free I was born, and remain free;
77Mine own I am, If I will be
78Another's, 'tis my fault; with whom
79For me unhappy to become,
80Can never happen without me.
81Liberty, my noble Will:
82For these Ills, so well forecast,
83How bitter will they be to taste,
Critical Apparatus84When, imagin'd but, they kill?
85Indeed the Fates have us'd me ill:
86I ask them not Revenge, nor Pelf,
Editor’s Note87But quiet, and to 'scape a shelf.
88This sure can be no great offence:
89'Tis begging in my own defence
90To pray I may but save my self.Enter floranteo.91
floro. This now is love's last Will, and last shall be,
92Which (thankful to the hand that gave me death)
93Shall leave my Murtheress a Legacie,
94And sigh her Blessings with my dying breath:
95And these shall be not the first tears, which, still'd
Critical Apparatus96Out of the Bosom's principaller part,
97Shall have the Fate of Wealth profusely spill'd,
98Which seldom meets with any grateful heart:
99And this shall be a Love so obstinate,
100That, for all Love it shall a pattern grow,
101To live in spight of Time, or Change, or Hate,pg 422
102Yet there's one comfort amidst all this woe,
103That, for a wretch his way to death to grope,
104There needs in fine, nor Remedy, nor Hope.
105Upon the License giv'n by thee To Her.
106This glorious Pile to come and see,
107Hundreds do flock, to view the Place,
108But thousands to behold thy Face;
109Whom, though these Knights did disinchant,
110Th'Adventure is not finisht yet,
111Because that wise, and valiant,
112Have not in one subject met:
113So, in the sword again it lies,
114By duel to decide the Prize.115
clara. I weigh not my dead Sires command,
116Where his Will his Law I find;
117No King that ever Rul'd a Land,
118Could stretch his Empire to the mind.
119I wonder in my heart, that he
120(With all his Wisedom) could not see,
121The Husband he did fore-decree,
122Would not so well examin'd be
123By an Inchantment, as by Me:
124Nor so authentick in Love-matters
125An Old-Man's judgement, as his Daughters.
126This is a Lott'ry, I profess,
127Not giving him the happiness
128Who hath most worth but best success.
129And may not I acquainted be
130With who they are?
floro. It may suffice
131To know, they're both of Knights degree,
132And that thy Sire was very wise.133
clara. I have a better way to know
134Who's Valiantest, and Wisest.
floro. How?pg 423135
clara. He shall be the Valiantest
136Who my scorns best suffer can—137
clara. And him that loves me best
138I shall count the wisest Man.
139But sadly, I do live in fear;
140For, though I would not fair appear,
141And, though in truth I am not fair,
142Haunted I am, like those that are:
143And here, among these rustling leaves,
144With which the wanton Wind doth play,
145Inspir'd by it, my Sense perceives
146This snowy Jesamine (whisp'ring) say;
147How much more frolick, white, and fair,
148In her green-lattice she doth stand,
149T'enjoy the free and cooler Air,
150Than in the prison of a hand.151
floro. Madam, Thou might'st be pleas'd to read
152Other Lessons in this Mead;
153All whose Flowers (as from the Spring)
154Take from thee their life and being.
155See, this jesamine; which doth owe
156To thy hand fingers of Snow,
157To its soveraign whiteness, how
158All his silver Banners bow!
159See, that sanguine Gilly-flow'r
160(Spicy, big with pearly showre)
161Which a new aurora dips
162In the scarlet of thy Lips!
163See, the lilly's so pure white,
164It might be margent to the Light!
165Such a white Foyl to those black eyes
166Is that smooth Forehead's christal Rise.pg 424
167See, a quire of Nightingales;
168Bidding thee a thousand Hales;
169Twice taken for their morning bright,
170By the Flowers; and by the Light!
171For in those clear Eyes, Ray for Ray,
172The sun's translated, and made better,
173And, flow'r for flow'r, in those Cheeks may
174Copied in a fairer letter.
175But, least in limning Thee my Art
176Should play th'unskilful painters part,
177Let this Christal river pass
178For thy liquid Looking-glass.
179See thy self there! but, if thine Eye
180Too long on that sweet Centre dwell—181
clara. This Man (I fear me) by and by
182Will drop into narcissus well.
183Since now I came, where I am Witness to
184The worlds Ambitions, I have no content.185
floro. Not, that your self you disinchanted view,186
clara. Thou nam'st the thing which I do most resent.
187Till then, I liv'd in jollity,
188On others dangers looking down,
189From the serene Tranquillity
190Which my Soul truly term'd her own:
191For, plac'd above what man calls Bliss,
192And (into her self retir'd)
193By a heavenly Ecstasis
194Ravish'd, elevated, fir'd;
195She saw the multitude of Woes,
196A fair one on her self bestowes,
197When 'tis her Riches, and her Pride,
198To see her lovers multiply'd.pg 425
199Who, ev'n to qualifie disdains
200(For, not disdaining, beauty's dull)
201Must be content to take the pains
202To be reputed Beautiful.
203And, if with beautiful disdain
204To let Men fall, it be her stile;
205Ev'n by Refusals this they'll gain,
206That she hath thought of them the while.
207I look'd, if underneath the Cope
208Were one that lov'd, and did not hope;
209But from his Nobler Soul remove
210That modern Heresie in Love:
211When, hearing a shrill voyce, I turn,
212And (loe!) a sweet-tongu'd Nightingal
213(Tender adorer of the Morn)
214In him I found that one and all:
215For that same faithful Bird, and true,
216(Sweet and kind, and constant Lover)
217Wond'rous Passion did discover
218From the terrace of an Eugh.
219And, though ungrateful she, appear'd
220Unmov'd with all she saw and heard;
221Ev'ry day, before 'twas day,
222More and kinder things he'd say.
223Courteous, and never to be lost,
224Return'd not with complaints, but praise;
225Loving, and all at his own cost,
226Suff'ring, and without hope of Ease:
227For, with a sad and tremb'ling throat,
228He breaths into her breast this Note,
229I love thee not, to make thee mine;
230But love thee, 'cause thy Form's Divine.pg 426
231Here now was candour! Here Faith strove!
232How rul'd a pain! how full of duty!
233Not his own happiness to love;
234But to love anothers Beauty!
235Where (O how base!) the Man, whose flame
236Soars highest, if he spy no Game,
237aurora's self (so fresh so gay)
238Shall see him late a second day:
239And I was scandaliz'd at Love
240(If, since the thing did hence remove,
241The name remains) to find one can
242Believe a Nightingale, and not a man.243
floro. Believ't (when he does love) a man
244Loves more than bruits or do or can:
245His tow'ring Passion scorns to vale
246T'a silly short wing'd nightingale.
247The Nightingale loves nothing else
248But the presence of his Dame;
249Love (like Faith) in this excels,
250That see, or not, it is the same.
251The morning hears his Roundelaies,
252Which though she do not thank him for;
253A Dame, that listens to her praise,
254May be presum'd not to abhor.
255The diff'rence then is very great:
256For, where there is most diffidence,
257A Cause that can a hearing get
258Will pick an Eye of Hope from thence.
259But Oh! the space (Madam) the space
260Betwixt his passion, and relief,
261Who suffers, and restrains his Grief,
262Nor open'd to the judge his Case.pg 427
263For once I will discover mine,
264Not to perswade thee to incline
265The least, but only let thee see
266What silence thou has ow'd to me.
267O, how it sweeten would my pain,
268Could my cause hope but to be cast
269Out, after formal sentence past,
270In the fair Court of thy Disdain!
271For, though I have a Patience
272Which needs not this experiment,
273Yet I would owe experience
274It self to being a Patient.275
clara. Henceforth thou shalt not to my face
276Tell me I would not hear thy case;
277Nor me with thy dumb Passion twit,
278For thou hast disinvelop'd it.
279Him, who his silence for respect
280Obtrudes upon my estimation,
281For punishment I will direct
282To speak in nothing, nor no fashion.
283For, if he persevere not mute,
284I'll tell him, and I'll (smiling) do't
285What time his pain hath speechless been,
286'Twas 'cause (being small) he bit it in.
287Which if he now could do no more,
288But love brake ope his prison dore;
289Though with dark-keeping he was mad,
290He's tame, since he began to gad.
291I make no diff'rence 'twixt a wrong,
292And telling me thou do'st despair;
293love baulks at hope, when in a Tongue
294He walks abroad to take the Air.pg 428
295If nourish hope thou ought'st not, Thou
296Do'st thy self wrong, as well as me,
297Confiscating by speaking now
298The merit of thy Secrecie.
299He, that of honour understands,
300Pain'd, hath his cure in his own hands:
301The glory of concealing it,
302The smart of suff'ring it doth quit,
303And (floranteo) for the Truth
Critical Apparatus304Of thy Affection, I should doubt it,
305But that one thing confirms me doth,
306That I desire to be without it.307
floro. My Errour did not think to be
308So much beholding unto Thee:
309And faintly hop'd, from thine own mouth
310The undeceiving of my Youth.
311I, better than I look'd for, fare;
312Though I presum'd to entertain
313Some thought, that to compleat despair
314I might be help'd by thy disdain.
315Be not so prodigal of scorns,
316On me thy Rigours do not wast;
317With such a deluge of good turns
318I may grow insolent at last.
319And I to thee would owe no more,
320Meaning to dye to pay this shot,
321And set thee something on my score—
322clara. I hear thee, and I hear thee not.323
floro. My death will bring some good to thee
324In ridding thee of me.
clara. I doubt it:pg 429
325Thy death will bring no good to me,
326For I'll be rid of thee without it.Offers to go away.327
floro. Into the Garden comes a Knight,328
clara. Withdraw, that I may see, unseen,
329Whether, or no, he doth acquit
330The promise of his Princely Meen.Exit floranteo.Critical Apparatus331
clara. No Man was born to be my Husband, no Man
332Deserves a Love. For as, when this Man's scorn'd,
333His everlasting whining deafs a Woman;
334So that grows sawcy, if his Love's return'd.
335The best unjustly blames the worst of Fate,
Critical Apparatus336Is it unjust to give to all their due?
337He is a Man; enough to merit Hate:
Critical Apparatus338He loves me; that's unpardonable too.
339Nor let fair Virgins murmur at their chance
340Of being entit'led to ill luck. O dull,
341Though frequently repeated, Ignorance!
342Is't no good luck then to be beautiful?
343For if to make us happy, Men were able;
344What needed more to make us miserable?Enter felisbravo.345
fel. A second argo, fraighted
346With Fear and Avarice,
347Between the Sea and Skies
349To the new World, unworn
350With the red footsteps of the snowy Morn;
351Thirsty of Mines,
352She comes rich back, and the curl'd Rampire past
353Of watry Mountains, castpg 430
354Up by the winds,
355Ungrateful shelf near home
356Gives her usurped Gold a silver Tomb.
357A devout pilgrim, who
358To forreign Temple bare
359Good pattern, fervent prayre,
360Spurr'd by a pious Vow,
361Meas'ring so large a space
362That Earth lack'd Regions for his Plants to trace;
363Joyful returns, though poor,
364And, just by his aboad,
365Falling into a Road
366Which Laws did ill secure,
367Sees plunder'd by a Thief,
368(O happier Man than I!) for 'tis his Life.
369Conspicuous grows a tree,
370Which (Wanton) did appear
371First fondling of the Year
372With smiling Braverie,
373And in his blooming pride
374The lower house of Flowers did deride:
375When his silk Robes, and fair,
376(His Youth's imbellishing
377The Crownet of a Spring,
378Narcissus of the Air)
379Rough Boreas doth confound,
380And with his Trophies strews the scorned ground:
381Trusted to tedious hope
382So many months the corn,
383Which now begins to turn
384Into a golden Crop;
385The lusty Grapes, which (plump)
386Are the last farewell of the Summers pomp;pg 431
387(How spatious spreads the vine!
388Nurs'd up with how much care!
389She lives, she thrives, grows fair!
390'Bout her lov'd Elm doth twine)
391Comes a cold Cloud, and lays
392In one, the Fabrick of so many days:
393A silver river small
394In sweet Accents
395His Musick vents
396(The warbling Virginal
397To which the merry Birds do sing,
398Timed with stops of gold the chrystal string)
399He steals by a green Wood
400With fugitive feet
401(Gay, jolly, sweet)
402Comes me a troubled Flood,
403And scarcely one sand stays
404To be a witness of his golden days.
405The ship's up-weigh'd;
406The pilgrim made a Saint;
407Next Spring recrowns the plant;
408Winds raise the corn was laid;
409The Vine is prun'd;
410The Rivulet new tun'd;
411But in the Ill I have,
412I'm left alive only to dig my Grave.
413Lost beauty, I will dye
414But I will thee recover,
415And that I dye not instantly
416Shews me more perfect lover:
417For (my Soul gone before)
418I live not now to live but to deplore.419
clara. (This is he that was more stout.)420
fel. In these blind Paths I go,
421To hunt my Foe;pg 432
422Whom having once found out,
Critical Apparatus423His Blood shall purge the soyl
Critical Apparatus424Of a short nap, and an immortal spoyl.425
clara. (Well (believ't) the Man's no Fool, Aside
426Nor a boist'rous Sword-man solie:
427For Wisdom (taught in Sorrow's School)
428Is the Child of Melancholy.)429
fel. Am I a Prince? or am I vile?
430Am I a refined lover?
431Am I stout? yet all this while
432Not the picture to recover?433
clara. (Heav'n be juster then that he Aside
434Have a Picture had of me!)435
fel. Fairest Madam, well 'tis seen
436I was ignorant indeed,
437That durst wrong so bright a Queen—438
clara. (Wrong'd he me in word or deed?) Aside439
fel. Yet wise enough I am to know
440Losing my painted Mistress,
441The unpainted one will after go—442
clara. (Else she her self a statue is.) Aside443
fel. A Voice!
clara. He has me in his Ear,
444Therefore will I my self unshroud,
445And try his Wit too—Knight.
fel. Who's there?claridiana shows her self.
446What Heav'n! what Sun breaks through a Cloud!Critical Apparatus447
clara. Though my presence All admit,
448Thy presumption wants much Wit,
449If, before the enterprizepg 433
450Be wholly finish'd, thou suppose
451To pry into the Mysteries
452Which these inchanted Walls inclose.
453To tame two Dragons you account
454Is one Woman to subdue;
455But, upon an Audit, true,
456It will not to so much amount.
457lovers are heroical
458When they sigh, and when they weep,
459When before our Feet they fall,
460When they stand in studies deep.
461manhood I despise not (This,
462And justly, all the world approve)
463But show, what kind of Manhood 'tis
464Which conquers in the Wars of love:
Critical Apparatus465And, the great odds if Thou regard
Critical Apparatus466Betwixt my self and this dire Spell,
467To vanquish It Thou found'st it hard;
Critical Apparatus468But Me it is impossibel.469
fel. respect may to this Dame be shown, Aside.
470Though mistresse I another call:
471For, though the Heart can lodge but one,
472civility hath Room for all.
473claridiana (Theam of fame) To Her aloud.
474I am a Man would blush my flame
475Should own an Object, but the most
476Accomplisht one the world can boast.
477And know my Spirit is so high,
478That at less Game it scorns to flye
479Then where the greatest difficulties lye.pg 434
Critical Apparatus480This, which my lucky sword hath lately reapt,
481Was not the Victory I did design;
482Whose Valour for a shield is kept
483To bear the brunt of scorns divine.
484Over strong Spells to be victorious,
485Guilds (I must confess) a name,
486But, to submit unto a dame,
487This to me seems much more glorious.
488For there, my valour takes my part,
489My strength, and my good Sword, befriend me:
490But in this War I have no heart,
491No steel Brest-plate can defend me.
492If, first the Foe's invincible,
493And I betray'd by my own fear;
494T'o'recome how is it possible
495Where arms against my self I bear?
496In the glorying of my Love
497I abide no Competition,
498Nor in the cause whence it doth move,
499Nor of the pain in the fruition;
500Yet, so great Love my grief exceeds,
501And this grief likewise owns a chief:
502For a lost Lady my Heart bleeds,
503But't will not break, and that's my grief504
clara. Equally witty, and discreet; Aside.
505He covers, but not hides his Flame;
506Holds his Game so, that I may see't,
507Yet I'll not seem to see his Game.
508With what end lov'st thou? To him.
fel. With what end!
509My Love is the perpetual moving;
510No end in loving I pretend.
511No end will ever make of loving.pg 435
512Love is of Love the only scope:
513Love scorneth to be mercenary:
514You find not such a word as Hope
515In the Lovers Dictionary.
516Nay, love alone doth scandal me:
517For the silent'st and most wise,
Critical Apparatus518From sights, from peeping is not free
519Out at the casements of the eyes.
520See, 'twill now, and now 'twill hear;
521And the least of joy it gits,
522Whether at the Eye, or Ear,
523Puts it clean beside the wits.
524First know, I have a Misteriss;
525Then, that to her true Faith I bear:
526And, where Faith once through kindled is,
527Superfluous are the senses there.528
clara. Hop'st thou nothing?
fel. Nothing I
529Either hope, or yet desire.
530Yet I do, to live and dye
531In this elemental fire.
532She, in her self, is proof 'gainst all:
533Then, for me to aim at her,
534Were to add a Brazen Wall;
535So successless is my Star.
Critical Apparatus536Nor so alone in things of Love;
537But my Life over and above,
538Because on her it doth depend,
539I have no power to make it end.
540And (the full Case to understand)
541My Life and Death, because in fine
542Love hath put them in her hand,
Critical Apparatus543Both, are therefore out of mine.pg 436544
clara. From the mark I shot not wide, Aside.
545When him of folly I did quit:
546For the sharp sword that arms his side
547Hath much to envy in his wit.
548'Tis not against Majesty
549His discretion to approve;
550Nor, if his good parts I spy,
551Must it presently be love.
552His goodly shape, his flowing meen,
553His talk, and what his valour wrought,
554May claim attention from a queen,
555Yet ne're sink deeper in her thought.
556A leaning (knight) I do confess—Enter zelidaura and roselinda in the habit of Shepherdesses, their Faces muffled with silver Scarfs.557
zel. In this Countrey-tone and dress
558Disguised rudely, safe we are.559
ros. Man-like bent to feats of War
560Of a Woman's left in thee
562What boots it thee to understand
563Who a Man is?
zel. What doth't boot?
564When I my picture found in's hand,
565And now may opportunely do't?566
clara. Lies your happiness in this, To felisbravo.
567To overcome the other Knight?568
fel. Madam, all my life and bliss,569
clara. In the name of mars then, fight—
570Who grant (say!) thou maist subdue! Aside.zelidaura spies them together.571
zel. Bless me! who is this I see?
572(Is it—'Tis not—) Ah! 'tis he:
573With claridiana too:pg 437
Critical Apparatus574O Sigh! base brat, not of the Royal Mind, She sighs.
575With which I'm lin'd,
576But of this Clown's false cover
577I have drawn over.
578What matters it?—Much, the contempt—In Love
579The least misprission doth High Treason prove.
580This hath a tang of Jealousie.
581I, disorder'd? Plaintiff, I?
582Should any thing the Heav'ns beneath,
583Make me a mean complaint to breath!
584I, resentments! I, in wroth!
Critical Apparatus585I, concern'd in breach of Troth!
586I, who to make fond love depart,
587Hung padlocks on my Eyes, and Heart.
588Though in this war, I feel beginning,
589I doubt not in the end of winning
Critical Apparatus590The victory; one moments wasting
591This way, I pay with blushes everlasting.
592claridoro scorn'd, and curb'd,
593Not for neglect, but too much Love?
594Am I asleep to one I have disturb'd?
595Doth one, that sleeps at me, my Larum prove?
596Odd figaries hath this cupid;
597Strangely kill'd, and strangely born;
598If kindness make him dull and stupid,
599And if that he be rows'd with scorn.
600But what have I to do with LOVE,
601And the frailer woman's Law?602
clara. Women are there in this grove?
603Then 'tis time that I withdraw.604
fel. 'Twas for manners I forbore Aside.
605To take leave of her before.
606Ah! zelidaura, (Mistress fair)
607No joy is, but where you are.pg 438608
clara. Of Valour thou maist justly boast, Aside.
609That conquer'st wheresoe're thou go'st.claridiana goes away by degrees casting looks back at him.610
zel. So is split in twain a river,
611And the streams (bound sev'ral ways)
612In a kind of am'rous maze
613Back at one another gaze:
614As this melting Couple sever.615
clara. Inclination, not so fast:
616For from me one gracious look,
617Speaks more in that diminutive book,
618Then other Women in a volume vast.
619From me then (love) enough is wrung:
620For where honour tyes the tongue,
621She, who doth a Suppliant hear,
622Makes him answer with her Ear.
623Knight, to overcome endeavour, To him.624
fel. Lady, I shall do't, or dye.625
clara. Disinchanted, more than ever Aside.
626Re-inchanted now, am I.Exit claridiana.627
zel. Just there, where I did point thee, stay:
628But come, if any bend this way.629
ros. Alone you'll be, if I am gone.630
zel. By my self, is not alone.631
ros. True: The Man doth still remain.632
zel. Then, I am alone again.Exit roselinda.
633I'll see, whether his wit keep pace
634With his valour, garb, and face.Editor’s Note635
fel. What a spanking labradora!Critical Apparatus636
zel. Yow (th'unkent Knight) Godyegudmora!pg 439637
fel. (The time of day thou dost mistake)638
zel. —And joy—
fel. Of what?
zel. That I discover,
639By a sure sign, yow are awake.640
fel. Awake?—the sign?
zel. Yowr being a Lover641
fel. In love am I?
zel. And very deep.642
fel. Deep in love? how is that seen?643
zel. Perfectly: yow do not sleep.644
fel. Rustick Excellence, unskreen,
645And discover that sweet face,
646Which covers so much Wit and Grace.647
zel. Yow but dreamt so: sleep agin,
648And forget it.
fel. Why now (Saint?)649
zel. Why? the lady, that went in,
650Lukes, as if that she did paint.651
fel. What has that to do with sleeping?
652She is, indeed, Angelical.653
zel. That Picture now's well worth yowr keeping:
654For why? 'tis an original.655
fel. Is this Shepherdess a Witch?
656Or saw the sleeping Treason, which
657I committed against love,
658Erst, in the inchanted Grove?
659Me, hast thou ever seen, before?660
zel. Seen? I, and know thee, for a Man
661That will turn him, and sleep more
662Than a dozen Dunces can.
663Thou kenst little, what Sighs mean!664
fel. Unveil (by jove) that Face serene.665
zel. What, to make thee sleep agene?pg 440666
fel. Still, in Riddles!
zel. Now, he sees: Aside.
667This pinching wakes him by degrees.668
fel. Art thou a Nymph?
zel. Of parnass-green.669
fel. Sleep I, indeed? or am I mad?670
zel. None serve thee, but th'inchawnted queen?
671I think what dull conceipts y'have had,
672Of the Bird phoenix, which no Eye
673E're saw, an odoriferous Lye.
674How, of her Beauties spells, she's told;
675That by her spirit thow art hawnted;
676And, having slept away the old,
677With this new Mistress worse inchawnted.678
fel. I affect not, Shepherdess,
679My self in such fine terms t'express;
680Suffizeth me, an humble strain:
681Too little happy, to be vain!
zel. Sir Gallant, not so fast.683
fel. See thee I will. He offers at her Scarf.
zel. See me yow shall:
684But, towch not Fruit, yow mun not tast.
685What says it, now the leaf doth fall.Unmuffles her self.686
fel. It says, 'tis worthy to comprize
687The kernel of so rare a Wit:
688Nor, that it grows in paradice,
689But Paradice doth grow in it!
690The tall and slender trunk no less divine,
691Though in a lowly Shepherdesse's rine!
692This should be that so famous Queen, Aside.
693For unquell'd Valour, and disdain.
694In these inchanted woods is seen
695Nothing but Illusions vain!pg 441696
zel. What stares the Man at?
fel. I compare
697A Picture, I once mine did call,
698With the divine Original.699
zel. Fall'n asleep again yow are.
700We, poor humane Shepherd-lasses,
701Nor are pictur'd, nor use Glasses.
702"Who skip their rank doe 'mselves, and Betters wrong:
703"T' our Dames (God bless them) such queint things belong.
704Here, a tiny Brook alone,
705Which, freng'd with borrowed Flowers (he has
706Gold and Siller enough on's own)
707Is heavens proper Looking-glass,
708Copies us; and Its reflections
709Shewing natural perfections,
710Free from soothing, free from Errour;
711Are our Pencil, are our Mirrour.712
fel. Art thou a Shepherdess?
zel. And bore
713On a Mountain called, There—714
fel. Wear'st thou ever hertofore
zel. I lady's Gear?
716Yes (What a treach'rous powl have I!)
717In a countrey-comedy
718I once enacted a main part
719(Still I have it half by heart)
720The famous history it was
721Of an arabian—(let me see)
722No, of a Queen of tartaree:
723Who all her Sex did far surpass
724In Beauty, Wit, and Chivalree:
725Who, with invincible disdain,
726Would fool, when she was in the vain,pg 442
727Princes, with all their Wits about them;
728But, and they slept, to death she'd flout them:
729And, by the Mass, with such a Meen
730My Majesty did play the Queen:
731Our Curate had my Picture made
732In the same Robes in which I Play'd.733
fel. And what's thy name?
zel. laura, forsooth.734
fel. O pleasant Play, and bitter truth!
735That I, who dreamt of zelidaura,
Critical Apparatus736Should wake, should wake, and find her laura!
737O beauteous Counterfeit of Majesty! Aside.
738nature what made thee make so fair a Lye?
739Where is that crowned Beauty now become?
Critical Apparatus740That Lyon's Courage, kindling at a Drum?
741Those manly Deeds? Those Papps, which Armour Prest?
742achilles once more in a Kercher drest?
743semiramis 'is Mode, who not with Box,
744But Teeth of laurel, comb'd her golden Locks?
745Where, my heroick and dear Flame, which sprang
746From Painters Pencil, and a Captives Tongue?
747Consum'd to ashes of a Rustick Love,
748Rude Goddess of these Rocks, and this wild Grove?
749Is't come to this? I then absolve thee, sleep;
750And blame my high thoughts, that so low could creep.
751To tartary will I, But I am mad
752If I do love that Queen, unless she add
753This Beauty to those Virtues; and shall rave
754If both this Body, and that Soul, she have.755
zel. What stands he mutt'ring to himself? May be Aside.
756He likes me not. If he sought after me
757Under the notion of a queen, I'd have
758Him find me a mean Shepherdess: I save
759My Honour so. The Traitor shall not think
760He (zelidaura in his hand) could wink.
761Hence Women learn, for all your lovers brags,
762Men are no friends to Beauty cloath'd in Rags.pg 443
763If Beauty strike love's Fire, why should it, less,
764Than in a queen, plac'd in a shepherdess?
765Nor does; but (when it seems the World to set
766On fire) where dowry wants, the tinder's wet.
767Mought I entreat yowr Worships Name, To Him
768And the bus'ness yow have here?769
fel. Squire of a forreign Prince I am,
770Who to this glorious Theatre—771
zel. Not a Master? By my troth
772My own tongues end it was upon:
773A mischief take thee, by thy sloth
774I though thou were a Zerving-mon.775
fel. No more that string.
zel. He goes conceal'd:
776A Knight he is I'm certain; At Aside.
777Th' Inchanted Castle I saw that;
778And, by his garb too, 'tis reveal'd.
779Follows he (saidst thou) this Emprize? To Him780
fel. In love, upon the score of Fame,
781With the most accomplisht dame
782That ever murther'd Man with Eyes,
783And the Worlds greatest Queen; to this
784Inchantment came he, where an envious Thief
785(The Coward Rival of his Bliss)
786Found means to rob him of his chief
787Delight, and Glory, in that thing
788From which his most Heroick thoughts did spring.Critical Apparatus789
zel. O Usage, courser than my Coat, and more
790Then I could bear, were I as Lambkin meek!
791That one, who zelidaura wore,
792Should clarid'ana seek!pg 444
793'Tis to apostatize from Reason,
794To think more of him. Treason! Treason!
795To enter my Benevolence,
796At the back-gate of an Offence!Enter roselinda.797
ros. claridoro comes—he's here:
798Muffle thee quickly.
zel. What disgust?799
fel. One, to be born a Mountaneer,
800That ows such Beauty? how unjust!—
Critical Apparatus801Who is't?
zel. A Man, of whom I stand
802In awe a little.
fel. (O, that hand!—)
803Rural Goddess, keep'st thou Sheep?804
zel. Yes, and myself I better keep.Enter claridoro.805
claro. I'd love without reward, and cannot do't,
Critical Apparatus806To love, is Love's Reward; I would endure
807For her, what not? and that such joy to boot
Critical Apparatus808That in my smart I play the epicure.
Critical Apparatus809I pray 'gainst Life, and with the self same breath
810Unpray that Pray'r, lest it the gods should hear
Critical Apparatus811'Tis to be out of pain; I then fly death,
812And Valour councels me what others fear.
813If I do live, my wound may seem but slight;
814And if I dye, loves trophy I remove:
Critical Apparatus815To live, 's to pine; to dye, 's to lose her sight;
816My two supporters then, are Grief and Love:
817For where Grief's Dropsie, and Love's Feaver strive,
Critical Apparatus818Though either kill, both often keep alive.pg 445819
zel. In fine, aspir'st thou to be glorious To felisbravo.
820By conqu'ring thy Competitor?821
fel. 'Tis that my Love contendeth for.822
zel. O, maist thou never prove victorious! Aside.
823But do: for mine own self, I conquer will,
824And whom thou conquer'st then, it doth not skill.claridoro turns and sees them.825
claro. What's this? what see I there? Is't not
826zelidaure, who (meanly clad)
827Hath her own Majesty forgot,
828And affronts my Love too bad?
829What jealous thoughts surprize me? I do fear
830She (bent to Arms) affects the Valianter:
831But he was not so; if to dare things high
832Be Valour, who was valianter than I?
833I, who her first of Alms am yet to gain,
834Of her facility shall I complain?
835Was not enough for me my own distress,
836But I must dye of others happiness?
837My Soul contending with so many Foes,
838I would not have it sink with Envy's blows.
839"More gen'rous wounds were made for nobler Hearts,
840"And in base blood are steep'd pale envy's darts.
841Thus, jealous I should be, and know not how.
842envy I could, but envy disallow:
843Then must I bear it? must I? let me think—
844'Twere monst'rous tameness to look on and wink,
845Nor love, nor honour, such a Scene approve:
846I'll chide then, mixt yet with respect and Love.
847Ho! Shepherdess, is this well done To Her
848To mind thy Recreation
849In Gardens, whilst another way
850Thy flock doth on the mountain stray?
851Although head-shepherd thou have not,
852Yet nothing is by gadding got.
853Perdie, to see thee in this plain,
854Grypes many a sprunt and jolly Swain,pg 446
855Back to the field, and Brooks return,
856And Pastures graz'd in heretoforn,
857Nor mell with any others sheep,
858Sith thou a flock of mine do'st keep.
859Nor Thee, th'ambition of whose fire To Him.
860Doth (soaring) to a queen aspire.
861Beseems it stoop from so high place,
862A Rustick Shepherdess to chase.863
zel. How courteously the cares that do him press
864He hath cut out, and measur'd by my dress.865
fel. In rustick phrase his jealousie
Critical Apparatus866Of her he vents, and piks at me.
867Then I suspected not in vain
868He stole the Picture, in the face
869(When he espy'd it) reading plain
870The features of this rural grace.
871Undoubtedly she is his own—
872You will not now, Sir, face me down, To claridoro.
873But that, when I bad watch did keep
874(Surpriz'd, e're by the foe, by sleep)
875Thy treach'rous Envy came and stole
876(Not more out of my hand than soul)
877A Jewel which I then call'd mine,
878Though much despise it since 'tis thine.
879Yet must and will I have it back,
880Not that I It esteem, or lack;
881For, the whole gust, I take therein,
882Is, now, to take 't from thee again.883
claro. I think thou are not yet awake,
884But I shall rowse thee—Do'st thou stare?885
zel. A truer word yow never spake:
Critical Apparatus886He sleeps with spread Eyen like a Hare.pg 447
Critical Apparatus887Traitor I'll be reveng'd— Aside.
claro. Rude Man!888
zel. Must I step in to part you than? Aside.
889If I do rear it, on my word,
890This hook shall be a two-hand-sword—This she must say Majestically like a Queen, without felisbravo's perceiving it.
891Hold both, or I—892
claro. Though not thy Quarrel, mine I understand— To felisbravo.893
zel. Hold, claridoro: It is I command— To claridoro.894
fel. In fine, do'st thou deny it still?— To zelidaura.895
claro. I obey thy unjust will.Enter claridiana and floranteo, with Attendants.896
clara. zelidaura was't you said,
897Like to a Shepherdess array'd?—Turns and sees them quarrelling
898Swords drawn i'th' Garden? who are we?—899
floro. Why Gentlemen, it cannot be,
900Whilst yet th' Inchantment is not brought
901T' an end, in court a Duel fought
902Unlicenc'd? when with licence too
903Ye may the same thing shortly doe?904
claro. I come— To felisbravo.
fel. Or do but stand me there— To claridoro.905
zel. I'm rent with doubt.
clara. I dye with fear.906
floro. Provide ye Arms, and fight it out— To both.907
zel. (O how fiery!
clara. O how stout!)908
claro. I never provide any thing—
909Within me I of all am stor'd—910
fel. And I both a sharp stomach bring,
911And a long knife to fall abord.Fight again.pg 448912
zel. How implacable!
clara. How cruel
913They do a fresh in Battail join!914
zel. May neither conquer in this Duel.915
clara. Yes, one! and then the Conquest's mine.Editor’s Note916
zel. In either Valour doth abound.917
clara. Discretion is in neither found.918
zel. With thee how little I perswade? To claridoro.
clara. Our Guard!
919Of Monarchs that Last Reason will be heard.She stamps, and sallying out, the Guard parts them.920
claro. Madam, if now you stop our rage—921
fel. The promis'd Combat—
clara. Take our gage—Throws her Glove to felisbravo. Exeunt claridoro, and felisbravo at several doors, and claridiana turns to floranteo
922Woud'st thou have me believe a Queen, whose name To floranteo.
Critical Apparatus923In Tryumph sits over the wings of fame,
924Lurks now disguis'd in arabie?
925floro. If her such manly virtue decks,
926That she's the wonder of her Sex,
927Were't not another wonder, she
928(Greedy of Knowledge, as of Arms)
929Should leave unseen these sights, and charms,
Critical Apparatus930Thy Realm too being so neer her own?Critical Apparatus931
clara. Withdraw I'll talk with her alone.Exit floranteo.932
ros. claridiana this way doth make
933To speak with thee—
zel. Two short words take—
934Your Count'nance hold, what e're you hear;
935Stop your mouth, and ope your ear.936
clara. Hola! sprightly Shepherdess.937
zel. What commands thy Ladyness?938
clara. Discover, by thy life, that face.Editor’s Note939
zel. Now (by the facks) this of your gracepg 449
940Needs no comfort, nor no foyl,
941For Skies and Meads it doth revile.
942Or see (if thow mun needs have one
Critical Apparatus943To set it off) yon cloudless Sun!
Critical Apparatus944Then for thy Beauty (challenging
945Of Heav'n the witness principal)
946O're me a Gloria to sing,
947Would prove a conquest very small.948
clara. Art thou fowl?
zel. But envious not,
Critical Apparatus949And so civil (markst Thow that?)
950That to acknowledge I'm not squeemish
951Her to be fair, who hath no blemish,
952Nor, where it is, will hit a Blot.953
clara. Whom loves an ugly woman best?954
zel. An uglier woman—Wos't well guest?955
clara. Thou, a Shepherdess? Prompt Lass,
956What is thy Bus'ness in the Place?957
zel. Marry (no Treason 'tis I ween)
958To zee the fair inchawnted queen,
959And the brave dundring of Alarms:
960For, from my very Nurses arms,
961According to our Country word,
962I lov'd the slish-slash of a Sword.963
clara. Loe, half thy Errand! I am she:
964And therefore, give consent that we
965Our Eye too with the sight may bless
966Of so divine a shepherdesse.967
zel. Highness, mock on:—Behold the Wight!
968Takes off her silver Scarf.969
clara. O Golden Morn of Silver Night!
970What modest confidence! quick Air!
971What Spirit! what excess of fair!
972What queint, and more than courtly dress!
973What exquisite neglectedness
974Of those curling billowy Locks
975Flowing round two Ivory Rocks!pg 450
975What hands! that have to take their part
976Not care it self (so far from Art)
977Yet conquer all the World: wherein
978A red Soul peeps through the white Skin!
979sol might envy her least grace.980
zel. I knew, yow'd mock me to my face.
981How easily are People got
982To praise, that which they envy not?
983I am not yet a Clown so much,
984But when I see yowr Beauty such,
985I find, into my crown yow beat
986The part, I should to yow repeat.
987Nothing beneath, or in the Sky
988Holds beautiful when yow are by:
989Possessing not so much in common,
990As Envy, with an ugly woman:
991But, when the splendor of your Rays
992Is more than all the World can praise,
993Releasing much of what should come to you,
994Yow pay to all the World above their due.995
clara. A new delight her words provoke
996By the rare grace with which they'r spoke.997
zel. I know, why lady likes my wit;
998And why my Face remains her debter.999
zel. I know—
clara. Then out with it.1000
zel. Vaith, because her own are better.
1001I'd have all fair ones discommend
1002My Face; I would upon my word.1003
clara. Why so, my understanding friend?1004
zel. O! then, they are with Envy slurd.1005
clara. But Envy croaks, and Snake-like stings—1006
zel. Believe me (Princess) no such matter:
1007No Sycophant so sweetly sings:
1008"For she that envies me, doth flatter.pg 451
1009"This back-hand praise goes homest still,
1010"'Tis strucken with so good a will.1011
clara. envy is Adulation then?1012
zel. Thou hitst the Nail on the head right:
1013And I have heard from Book-learn'd Men,
Critical Apparatus1014"'Tis courtly Rudeness, and kind spight.1015
clara. Prethee, what wouldst thou counsel me to doe,
1016If use for Goodness envy should pursue?1017
zel. Be ten times better than thou wert before,
1018That envy may pursue thee ten times more.
1019That is the way which I affect,
Critical Apparatus1020No treason lurks, no malice there,
1021If I my self alone correct,
1022To be at full reveng'd on Her.1023
clara. In every point she doth perform—1024
zel. Envy, a piteous creeping worm!
1025"A brave, and happy Pride it is,
1026"To envy neither worth, nor bliss1027
clara. Do'st thou happily know love?1028
zel. Who is his Worship? Is it not
1029A forreign Prince, who, they said, dy'd above
1030A twelve-month sin of a great Cold he got?
1031Yes, by hear-say, I do know him,
1032Not that any spleen I owe him
1033For mischief he to me, or mine hath done:
1034Though I have heard a long-long-while agon
1035The court he troubled, and the countrey spoyl'd,
1036Till he both court and countrey was exil'd.1037
clara. Do'st thou not Love?
zel. A Question
1038To ask a fool, have I not youth?pg 4521039
clara. Whom lov'st thou then?
zel. My sell alone—
1040Nay, I have a curious tooth—
1041Love? what a base disgraceful word!
1042The sound is harsh and shrill.
1043Lyes all the Valour in the Sword?
1044No conquest o're the Will?
1045Nor it a decent part hold I
1046(So much unto my self I owe)
1047To speak of that thing knowingly,
1048I do not, nor I will not know—
1049But do yow love?
clara. What is to Love?Critical Apparatus1050
zel. To deny't.
clara. A Rustick lasse?
Critical Apparatus1051Hard question to one bred in Court't would prove—Critical Apparatus1052
zel. Not when she's in her Teens my word I'll pass.
1053If yow do love, with wound'rous Care
1054Hide that unfortunate disease:
Critical Apparatus1055For (feggs) declar'd Affections are
Critical Apparatus1056The Mother of Unthankfulness.
Critical Apparatus1057I knew a Gallant (from zuch keep)
1058Who, having zome how made his prize,
Critical Apparatus1059Of a Dame's Picture, dropt asleep
1060With that Sun shining in his Eyes.Critical Apparatus1061
clara. Troth, let them sleep or let them watch,
1062All Men alike are cheap with me:
1063To whom (for favours none they catch)
1064They never can ungrateful be.pg 453
1065From Love (a contemptible Foe!)
1066My retreat make I by broad-day,
1067And look on Suitors just as though
1068They were Mad Lovers in a Play:
Critical Apparatus1069No. Fear not me, in such a way.1070
zel. Kenn'st thou the Tow're where Confidence doth dwell?
1071repentance lives hard by in a low Cell.1072
clara. Ill dissembling Shepherdess
1073(For now dissemble Shepherdesses too)
1074If thy Courtesie's not less
1075Than thy Beauty, thy Name shew.
1076By my Life.
zel. A powerful Spell!
1077This now would make a Gallants heart
1078Leap out, much more his name—
clara. Well, well,
1079Tell me both what, and who, thou art.1080
zel. Fairest claridiana, than,
1081I say I am no Shepherdess—1082
clara. A Woman asks not like a Man—
Critical Apparatus1083Tell me thy Name—
zel. I am—(suppress
1084My Name I will—) a great Lord's Daughter,
1085Nor a less Soldier, taking after
1086My Father so much, that his Trade
1087I follow in the Mountain-shade:
1088For such do I take hunting for;
1089Not counterfeit, but substitute of war.
1090Rev'rence I bear to thy Command—
1091But, Madam, do not ask me more:
1092The Keys are in a sullen hand,
1093And Porter Silence keeps the dore.pg 4541094
clara. I will not press thee 'gainst thy Mind:
1095But since thy Soul hath manly scope,
1096And that great mars, and phoebus (joyn'd)
1097Are Masters of thy horoscope.
1098I will that thou, in habit fit,
1099Come streight to witness with thine Eyes;
1100And by Our Self in Judgement sit
Critical Apparatus1101Betwixt the Valiant, and the Wise:
1102And I shall then make my Election
1103More by thy vote, than my own Eye;
1104"For more (and chiefly in affection)
1105"Than Gamesters, see the Standers by.1106
zel. Madam, my part is to be rul'd.
1107To whether stand'st thou most inclin'd?1108
clara. To him that loves me most.1109
zel. I should
1110To him that bears the bravest mind.1111
clara. My liking upon thine depends—
1112(Thus I shall dive into her ends.) Aside.1113
zel. I'll study the contentment of your grace—
1114(But (with your leave) mine own in the first place.) Aside.Exeunt.