Cloe. And I a new fire feel in me,
Whose chaste flame is not quench'd to be.
Clo. Join your hands with modest touch,
And for ever keep you such!

Enter PERIGOT, on the outside of the Bower.
Peri. Yon is her cabin; thus far off I'll stand,
And call her forth; for my unhallow'd hand
I dare not bring so near yon sacred place.-
Clorin, come forth, and do a timely grace
To a poor swain !

Clo. What art thou that dost call; Clorin is ready to do good to all: Come near!

Peri. Whate'er thou be,

Be'st thou her sprite, or some divinity,
That in her shape thinks good to walk this grove,
Pardon poor Perigot!

Amo. I am thy love,

Thy Amoret, for evermore thy love!

Strike once more on my naked breast, I'll prove As constant still. Oh, could'st thou love me yet, How soon could I my former griefs forget!

Peri. So over-great with joy that you live, now I am, that no desire of knowing how Doth seize me. Hast thou still power to forgive? Amo. Whilst thou hast power to love, or I to live.

More welcome now, than hadst thou never gone Astray from me!

Peri. And when thou lovest alone,

And not I [thee], death, or some ling'ring pain
That's worse, light on me!

Clo. Now your stain

Perhaps will cleanse thee; once again.

See, the blood that erst did stay,

With the water drops away.

All the powers again are pleased,

And with this new knot are appeased.

Join your hands, and rise together,

Pan be bless'd that brought you hither!

Enter Priest and Old Shepherd.

Clo. Go back again, whate'er thou art; unless Smooth maiden thoughts possess thee, do not

press

This hallow'd ground.-Go, Satyr, take his hand, And give him present trial.

Sat. Mortal, stand,

Till by fire I have made known
Whether thou be such a one
That may'st freely tread this place.
Hold thy hand up.-Never was

[Applying the Priest's hand to the flame. More untainted flesh than this. Fairest, he is full of bliss.

Clo. Then boldly speak, why dost thou seek this place?

Priest. First, honour'd virgin, to behold thy face,
Where all good dwells that is; next, for to try
The truth of late report was given to me:
Those shepherds that have met with foul mischance,
Through much neglect, and more ill governance,
Whether the wounds they have may yet endure
The open air, or stay a longer cure;

And lastly, what the doom may be shall light
Upon those guilty wretches, through whose spite
All this confusion fell: for to this place,
Thou holy maiden, have I brought the race
Of these offenders, who have freely told,
Both why, and by what means, they gave this bold
Attempt upon their lives.

Clo. Fume all the ground,

And sprinkle holy water; for unsound
And foul infection 'gins to fill the air.-
It gathers yet more strongly; take a pair

[The Satyr sprinkles the arbour with water, and then
perfumes it with frankincense.

Of censors fill'd with frankincense and myrrh,
Together with cold camphire: Quickly stir
Thee, gentle Satyr; for the place begins
To sweat and labour with th' abhorred sins
Of those offenders. Let them not come nigh,
For full of itching flame and leprosy
Their very souls are, that the ground goes back,
And shrinks to feel the sullen weight of black
And so unheard-of venom.-Hie thee fast,
Thou holy man; and banish from the chaste
These manlike monsters; let them never more
Be known upon these downs, but long before
The next sun's rising, put them from the sight
And memory of every honest wight.
Be quick in expedition, lest the sores
Of these weak patients break into new gores.
[Exit Priest.

Peri. My dear, dear Amoret, how happy are
Those blessed pairs, in whom a little jar
Hath bred an everlasting love, too strong
For time, or steel, or envy to do wrong!
How do you feel your hurts? Alas, poor heart,
How much I was abused! Give me the smart,
For it is justly mine.

Amo. I do believe.

It is enough, dear friend; leave off to grieve,
And let us once more, in despite of ill,
Give hands and hearts again.

Peri. With better will

Than e'er I went to find in hottest day

Cool crystal of the fountain, to allay

My eager thirst. May this band never break; Hear us, oh, Heaven!

Amo. Be constant.

Peri. Else Pan wreak,

With double vengeance, my disloyalty;
Let me not dare to know the company
Of men, or any more behold those eyes!
Amo. Thus, shepherd, with a kiss, all envy

dies.

Re-enter Priest.

Priest. Bright maid, I have perform'd your will; the swain

In whom such heat and black rebellions reign
Hath undergone your sentence, and disgrace :
Only the maid I have reserved, whose face
Shews much amendment; many a tear doth fall
In sorrow of her fault: Great fair, recall
Your heavy doom, in hope of better days,
Which I dare promise; once again upraise
Her heavy spirit, that near drowned lies
In self-consuming care that never dies.

Clo. I am content to pardon; call her in.
The air grows cool again, and doth begin
To purge itself: How bright the day doth shew
After this stormy cloud!-Go, Satyr, go,
And with this taper boldly try her hand :
If she be pure and good, and firmly stand
To be so still, we have perform'd a work
Worthy the gods themselves.

[Exit Satyr, and re-enter with AMARILLIS. Sat. Come forward, maiden; do not lurk, Nor hide your face with grief and shame; Now or never get a name

That may raise thee, and re-cure All thy life that was impure. Hold your hand unto the flame;

[Holds her hand to the flame.

If thou be'st a perfect dame,
Or hast truly vow'd to mend,
This pale fire will be thy friend.—
See the taper hurts her not!
Go thy ways; let never spot

Henceforth seize upon thy blood:
Thank the gods, and still be good!

Clo. Young shepherdess, now you are brought again

To virgin state, be so, and so remain

To thy last day, unless the faithful love

Of some good shepherd force thee to remove;
Then labour to be true to him, and live

As such a one that ever strives to give

A blessed memory to after-time;

Be famous for your good, not for your crime.-
Now, holy man, I offer up again

These patients, full of health, and free from

pain :

Keep them from after-ills; be ever near
Unto their actions; teach them how to clear
The tedious way they pass through, from suspect ;
Keep them from wronging others, or neglect
Of duty in themselves; correct the blood
With thrifty bits, and labour; let the flood,
Or the next neighbouring spring, give remedy
To greedy thirst and travail, not the tree
That hangs with wanton clusters; let not wine,
Unless in sacrifice, or rites divine,

Be ever known of shepherds; have a care,
Thou man of holy life! Now do not spare
Their faults through much remissness, nor forget
To cherish him, whose many pains and sweat
Hath given increase, and added to the downs.
Sort all your shepherds from the lazy clowns,
That feed their heifers in the budded brooms:
Teach the young maidens strictness, that the

From every tongue, and every shepherd's heart;
Let them still use persuading, but no art:
Thus, holy Priest, I wish to thee and these,
All the best goods and comforts that may please!
All. And all those blessings Heaven did ever
give,

We pray upon this bower may ever live.
Priest. Kneel, every shepherd, while with
powerful hand

I bless your after-labours, and the land
You feed your flocks upon. Great Pan defend you
From misfortune, and amend you,
Keep you from those dangers still,
That are follow'd by your will;
Give ye means to know at length
All your riches, all your strength
Cannot keep your foot from falling
To lewd lust, that still is calling
At your cottage, till his power
Bring again that golden hour
Of peace and rest to every soul.
May his care of you controul
All diseases, sores, or pain,
That in after-time may reign,
Either in your flocks or you;
Give you all affections new,
New desires, and tempers new,
That ye may be ever true!

Now rise and go; and, as ye pass away,
Sing to the God of Sheep that happy lay
That honest Dorus taught ye; Dorus, he
That was the soul and god of melody.

[They sing, and strew the ground with flowers.

Sat. Thou divinest, fairest, brightest, Thou most powerful maid, and whitest, Thou most virtuous and most blessed, Eyes of stars, and golden tressed Like Apollo! tell me, sweetest, What new service now is metest For the Satyr? Shall I stray In the middle air, and stay The sailing rack, or nimbly take Hold by the moon, and gently make Suit to the pale queen of night For a beam to give thee light? Shall I dive into the sea, And bring thee coral, making way

[Exeunt.

Through the rising waves that fall
In snowy fleeces? Dearest, shall
I catch thee wanton fawns, or flies
Whose woven wings the summer dyes
Of many colours? get thee fruit,

Or steal from Heaven old Orpheus' lute?
All these I'll venture for, and more,
To do her service all these woods adore.

Clo. No other service, Satyr, but thy watch About these thicks, lest harmless people catch Mischief or sad mischance.

Sat. Holy virgin, I will dance

Round about these woods as quick
As the breaking light, and prick
Down the lawns, and down the vales
Faster than the windmill-sails.
So I take my leave, and pray
All the comforts of the day,
Such as Phoebus' heat doth send
On the earth, may still befriend
Thee and this arbour!

Clo. And to thee,

All thy master's love be free!

[Exeunt omnes.

SCENE I.-The Audience Chamber in the Palace. Flourish. Enter King Astorax, Calis, CLEANTHE, LUCIPPE, Courtiers, and Gentlewomen, at one door: at the other, EUMENES.

Eum. Health to my sovereign! King. Eumenes, welcome! Welcome to Paphos, soldier! to our love! And that fair health you wish us, through the camp May it disperse itself, and make all happy! How does the general, the valiant Memnon? And how his wars, Eumenes?

Eum. The gods have given you, royal sir, a soldier,

Better ne'er sought a danger; more approved
In way of war, more master of his fortunes,

Expert in leading 'em ; in doing valiant,

In following all his deeds to victories,
And holding fortune certain there.

King. Oh, soldier,

Thou speak'st a man indeed; a general general; A soul conceived a soldier.

Eum. Ten set battles, Against the strong usurper Diocles, (Whom long experience had begot a leader, Ambition raised too mighty) hath your Memnon Won, and won gloriously, distress'd and shook him, Even from the head of all his hopes, to nothing. In three, he beat the thunder-bolt his brother, Forced him to wall himself up: There not safe, Shook him with warlike engines like an earthquake, Till, like a snail, he left his shell, and crawl'd By night and hideous darkness to destruction, Disarm'd for ever rising more: Twelve castles, Some thought impregnable; towns twice as many; Countries, that, like the wind, knew no command But savage wildness, hath this general, With loss of blood and youth, through storms and Call'd to your fair obedience. [tempests,

King. Oh, my soldier,

Himself i' th' head of conquest drawing home,
An old man now, to offer up his glories,
And endless conquest at your shrine.
King. Go all,

And entertain him with all ceremony;
We'll keep him now a courtier.

Eum. Sir, a strange one;

'Pray God his language bear it. By my life, sir, He knows no compliment, nor curious casting Of words into fit places ere he speak 'em : He can say, 66 Fight well, fellow, and I'll thank thee:

He that must eat, must fight; bring up the rear there!"

Or "charge that wing of horse home!" [Flourish.

King. Go to, go to!

Valiant and wise are twins, sir.

Enter MEMNON, CHILAX, POLYBIUS, PELIUS, with a train of Courtiers and Soldiers.

Welcome, welcome!

Welcome, my fortunate and famous general!
High in thy prince's favour, as in fame,
Welcome to peace, and Paphos !

Mem. Thank your grace!

And 'would to God my dull tongue had that sweet-
To thank you as I should; but pardon me, [ness
My sword and I speak roughly, sir: Your battles,
I dare well say, I have fought well; for I bring you
That lazy end you wish for, peace, so fully,
That no more name of war is: Who now thinks
Sooner or safer these might have been ended,
Begin 'em if he dare again; I'll thank him.
Soldier and soldier's mate these twenty-five years,
At length your general, (as one whose merit
Durst look upon no less) I have waded through
Dangers would damp these soft souls but to hear of.
The maidenheads of thousand lives hang here, sir.
[Pointing to his sword.

Since which time, prince, I know no court but mar-
No oily language, but the shock of arms, [tial,
No dalliance but with death; no lofty measures,
But weary and sad marches, cold and hunger,
'Larums at midnight Valour's self would shake at;
Yet I ne'er shrunk: Balls of consuming wildfire,
That lick'd men up like lightning, have I laugh'd
And toss'd'em back again like children's trifles.[at,
Upon the edges of my enemies' swords

I have marched like whirlwinds; Fury at this hand waiting,

Death at my right, Fortune my forlorn hope:
When I have grappled with Destruction,
And tugg'd with pale-faced Ruin, night and mis-

chief,

Could be set off in nothing but a noise.

Sure he has a drum in's mouth.

Calis. I wonder, wenches,

How he would speak to us.

Cle. Nothing but 'larum,

Tell us whose throat he cut, shew us his sword, And bless it for sure biting.

Lucip. An't like your grace,

I do not think he knows us, what we are,

Or to what end; for I have heard his followers
Affirm he never saw a woman that exceeded
A sutler's wife yet, or, in execution,

Old bed-rid beldames, without teeth or tongues, That would not fly his fury. How he looks. Cle. This way devoutly.

Calis. Sure his lordship 's viewing Our fortifications.

Lucip. If he mount at me,

I may chance choak his battery.
Calis. Still his eye

Keeps quarter this way: Venus grant his valour
Be not in love!

Cle. If he be, presently

Expect a herald and a trumpet with you,

To bid you render; we two perdues pay for't else.
King. I'll leave you to my sister and these ladies,
To make your welcome fuller. My good soldier,
We must now turn your sternness into courtship.
When you have done there, to your fair repose, sir!
I know you need it, Memnon.-Welcome, gentle-
men!
[Exit. A flourish.
Lucip. Now he begins to march. Madam, the

van's yours;

Keep your ground sure; 'tis for your spurs.
Mem. Oh, Venus!

[He kneels amazed and silently before CALIS. Calis. How he stares on me!

Cle. Knight him, madam, knight him; He'll grow to the ground else.

Eum. Speak, sir; 'tis the princess.

Polyb. You shame yourself; speak to her.
Calis. Rise and speak, sir.

You are welcome to the court, to me, to all, sir!
Lucip. Is he not deaf?

Calis. The gentleman's not well.

Eum. Fy, noble general!

Lucip. Give him fresh air; his colour goes.-
How do you?

The princess will be glad, sir-
Mem. Peace, and hear me.
Cle. Command a silence there.
Mem. I love thee, lady.

Calis. I thank your lordship heartily: Proceed,

sir.

Lucip. Lord, how it stuck in's stomach, like a

surfeit !

Cle. It breaks apace now from him, God be What a fine-spoken man he is! [thanked. Lucip. A choice one;

Of singular variety in carriage!

Cle. Yes, and I warrant you he knows his dis-
Mem. With all my heart I love thee. [tance.
Calis. A hearty gentleman!

And I were e'en an arrant beast, my lord,
But I loved you again.

Mem. Good lady, kiss me.

Cle. Ay marry, Mars, there thou camest close