AMORET

How should I trust thee when I see thee choose Another bed, and dost my side refuse, To do as lovers should. That are to be enjoyed not to be wooed. Ther's ere a Sheapard esse in all the plain, Can kiss thee with more Art, ther's none can feign. More wanton tricks, Still thinkest thou such a thing as Chastity, Is amongst Women. Perigot the none, That with her love is in a wood alone, And wood come home a Maid be not abused, With thy and first belief, let time be used, Why dost thou rise, Who hath restored my sense, given me new breath, And brought me back out of the Arms oh death, Aye me, Immortal power, there rul' to this holy lord, I know my self, unworthy to be wooed, By the a God, for ere this, but or thee: I should have shown my weak Mortality, Beside by holy Oath betwixt us twain, I am be throthd unto a Sheaphard Swain, Whose comely face; I know the Gods above: May make me leave to see; but not to love, For thy kindness to me shown, Never from thy banks be blown, Any Tree; with windy force. Cross thy streams to stop thy Course, May no Beast that comes to drink With his Horns cast down thy brink May non that for thy fish do look, Cut thy banks to dam thy Brook: Barefoot may no Neighbour wade: In thy cool streams? wife nor maid, When the spawn S one stones do lie, To wash there Hemp and spoil the fry. This place is Ominous sor here I lost, My love and almost life, and since have crossed, All These woods over, never a Nook or dell, Where any li tle Bird, or beast does dwell, But I have sought it never a bending brow, Of any hill or Glade, the wind sings through, Nor a green bank or shade when e Sheapeards use, To si to and Riddle sweetly pipe or choose, Their valentynes but I have missed to find. My love in, Perigot, O to unkind. Why hast thou fled me? whither art thou gone, How have I wronged thee? was my love alone, To thee, worthy this scorned Recompense? 'tis well, I am content to fee eit; but I tell Thee Sheapeard: and These lusty woods shall hear. Forsaken Aomret is yet as clear, Of any stranger fire, as Heaven is. From foul Corruption, or the deep: Abyss, From light, and happiness, and thou mayest know, All this for truth and how that fatal blow, Thou gavest me, never from desert of mine, Fell on my life, but from suspect of thine, Or fury more then Madness therefore, here. Since I have lost my life, my love, my deam e, Upon this cursed place, and on this green, That first divorced us, shortly shall be seen, A sighed of so great pity that each eye, Shall daily spen his spring in memory. Of my untimely fallen. where: which is Perigot. I go, I run Heaven grant me. I may win: His soul again. Stay Amarillis stay, You are to fleet, 'tis two hours yet to days I have performed my promise le to us sit; And warm our bloods together till the sit; Come lively on us; 'Tis thy friend, Thy Amoret come hither to give end, To These consuminges look vpp gentle Boy, I have forgotten those pains, and deer annoy, I suffered for thy sake, and am content, To be thy love again why hast thou rend, Those curled locks, where I have often hunge, Ribandes and damask Roses, and have flunge, Waters distilled to make thee fresh and gay, Sweeter then Nosegays on a Bridal day, Why dost thou cross thine Arms, and hang thy face, Down to thy Bosom, letting fallen apace, From those too little Heavens upon the ground Showers of more price, more Orient, & more round Then those that hang upon the moons pale brow Cease These complainings Shepherd I am now, The same, I ever was, as kind and free, And can forgive before you ask of me, Indeed I can, and will. Can there be any Age, or days, or time, Or tongues: of Men, guilty so great a crime: As wronging simple Maid, Oh Perigot: Though that wast yesterday without a blot, Thou that wast every good and every thing, That men call blessed: thou that wast the spring. From whence our looser grooms drewall their best: Thou that wast always Just, and always blessed, In faith and promise, thou that hadst the name, Of virtuous given thee, and made good the same: Even from thy Cradle: thou that wast that all, That men delighted in, O what a fallen, Is this to have be so, and now to be, The only best in wrong, and infamy, And I to live to know this, and by me. That loved thee dearer then, mine Eyes or that, Which we esteem our honour virgin state, Dearer then swallows love the early morn, Or dogs of Chase the souud of merry Horn, Dearer then thou canst love thy new love, if thou hast Another and far dearer then the last, Deam er then thou canst love thy self, though all, The self love were wîthin thee, that did fallen. with that coy swain: hat now is made a flower For whose deer sake, Echo weeps many a shower And am I thus rewarded for my flame, Loved worthily to get a wantons name, Come thou forsaken Willow wind my head, And noise it to the world, my love is dead: I am forsaken I am Cast away, And left for every lazy Grome to say, I was unconstant light, and sooner lost, Then the quick Clouds we see or the Chill rost, When the hot sun beats on it tell me yet, Canst thou not lone again thy Amorett? Then hear me heaven: to whom I call for right. And you sayre twinkling stars that crown the night, And hear me woods and and silence of this place, And you sad hours, that move a sullen pace, Hear me you shadows, that delight to dwell, In horred darkness, and you powers of Hell, While I breath out my last, I am that maid, That yet untainted Amoret than played: The careless Prodigal: and gave away: My soul to this young man that now dares say: I am a stranger, not the same, more wild, And thus with much belief, I was be guild, I am that Maid, that have delayed deny, And almost scorned the loves of all that tryded, To win me but this swain, and yet confess, I have be wooed by many with no less. Soul of affection and have often had: Rings Rellts and Cracknels. sent me from the lad. That eeds his flocks down westward, Lambs and Doves By young Alexis, Daphnis sent me gloves, All which I gave to thee not These nor they That sent them, did I smile one, or ere lay. vpp to my of er memo you but why, Do I resolve to grieve and not to die Happy had be the stroke thou gavest if home, By this time had I found a quiet room. Where every slave is free, and every breast, That living bred, new care, now lies at rest, And thither will poor Amoret, Speak, I give Thee freedom Shepherd, & thy tongue be still The same it ever was: as free from ill As he whose conversation never knew The court or city: be thou ever true. I pray thee gentle Shepherd wish not so, I do believe thee: 'tis as hard for me To think thee false, and harder then for thee To hold me foul. Shepherd be not lost, You are sailed too far already from the coast Of our discourse. Shepherd so far as maidens modesty May give assurance, I am once more thine, Once more I give my hand, be ever free From that great foe to faith, foul jealousy. Dear friend you must not blame me if I make A doubt of what the silent night may do, Coupled with this days heat to move your blood: Maids must be fearful, sure you have not be Washd white enough, for yet I see a stain Stick in your liver, go and purge again. Thou hast prevailed, farewell, this coming night, Shall crown thy chaste Hope's with long wished delight. Speak shepherd, am I Amoret to sighed? Or hast thou missed in any magic right? For want of which any defect in me, May make our practises discovered be? Me thinks it is not night, I have no fear, Walking this wood of Lion, or of Bear, Whose names at other times, have made me quake, When any shepherdess in her tale spoke, Of some of them, that underneath a wood Have torn true lovers that together stood. Me thinks there are no goblins, and men's talk, That in these woods the nimble Fairies walk, Are fables, such a strong heart I have God, Because I come to meet with Perigot, My Perigot, whose that my Perigot ? Ay me thou art not Perigot. Thanks gentle Shepherd and beshrew my stay, That made me fearful I had lost my way: As fast as my weakelegs, (that cannot be Weary with seeking him) will carry me, I'll follow, and for this thy care of me, Pray Pan thy love may ever follow thee. Exit. Beloved Perigot, show me some place, Where I may rest my Li bes, weak with the Chase Of thee and hour before thou camest at least Thou dost not lone me Perigot ? Believe me, but I do. By I and I swear, beloved Perigot, And by you Moon, I think thou love me not. Faith Perigot, I'll pluck thee down again, You swore you loved yet will not do my will, My Perigot : Be'st thou the wildest creature of the Wood, That bearest me thus a way drowned in my blood. And dying, know I cannot injured be I am a maid, let that name fight for me: For ought I know or think, these words my last: Yet Pan, so help me as my thoughts are chased. I do believe. It is enough deer friend, leave off to grieve, And let us once more in despite of ill, Give hands, and hearts again Be constant. Thus shheepheare with a kiss all envy die. Sweet love lie down, I am, as still I was and all my kind, Though other shows we have poor men to blind, Oh hold thy hands thy Amoret does cry, Happy. Stay Perigot, my love, though art unjust: No mercy I do crave Thou canst not give a worse blow then I have; Tell him that gave me this, who loved him to He struck my soul and not my body through: Tell him when I am dead my soul shall be. At peace if he but think he injured me He flin es her into y e well And I unhappy born to be. Must follow him, that flies from me, Sheapeard what means this Riddle who hath set, So strange a difference, betwixt my self and me, That I am grown another, look and see. The Ring thou gavest me, and about my wrest. That Curious Braeslet thou thy self didst twist. From those fair Tresses, knowest thou Amoret. Hath not some newer love forced thee forget, Thy Ancient faith, Am I not Amoret. where was I lost, Can there be Heaven, and time, and men most Of These unconstant? faith where art thou fled? Are all the vows and protestations dead: The hands held vpp? the wishes and the heart? Is there not one remayningne not apart, Of all These to be found why then I see: Men never knew that virtue constancy 'Tis but to prevent, There speedy coming, on that seek her fallen, The hands of Cruel men more Bestial, And of a nature more refusing good, Then beasts themselves, or fish of the flood, Thou art all These, and more then nature meant, When she created all, frowns, joys, content: Extreme fire for and hour, and presently: Colder then sleepy poison: or the sea, Upon whose face sits a continual frost Your Actions ever driven to the most, Then down again as low that none can find, The rise or falling of a woman's mind, So this work hath end. Farewell and live be constant to thy friend, That loves thee next, Oh I am most unhappy. Then this deceit which cannot crossed be, At once shall lose her him, and gain thee me. Hither she needs must come, by promise made, And sure his nature never was so bade, To bid a virgin meet him in the wood, When night and fear are up, but understood, Was his partly to come first: being come, I'll say My constant love made me come first and stay, Then will I lead him further to the grove, But stay you here, and if his own true love shall seek him here, set her in some wrong path, Which say her lover lately trodden hath: I'll not be far from hence, if need there be Here is another charm, whose power will free The dazzled sense read by the moon beams clear, And in my one true shape make me appear. Enter Perigot Stay, but a little little but on hour, And if I do not show thee through the power? Of herbs and words I have, as dark as Night? My self, turned to thy Amoret, in sighed? Her very figure, and the Robe she wears; With tawny Buskin's, and thee hook she bears Of thine own Carving, where your names are set, Wrought underneath with many a Curious fret The primrose Chaplet? taudry-lace and Ring, Thou gavest her for her singing with each thing, Else that she wears about her let me feel; The first tell stroke of that Revenging steel? I am thy love. Thy Amoret. for evermore thy love: Stick once more on my naked breast, I'll prove As constant still, Oh canst thou love me yet, How soon could I my former griefs forget. Whilst thou hast power to love, or I to live, More welcome now then hadst thou never gone A stray from me.