PERIGOT

Stay gentle Amoret thou fair browd maid, Thy Shepherd prays there stay, that holds thee de ere. Equal with his souls good: When I fallen off from my affection, Or mingle my clean thoughts with foul desires, First let our great God cease to keep my flocks, That being left alone without a guard, The wolf, or winter's rage, summer's great heat, And want of water, ro S: or what to us Of ill is yet unknown, fallen speedily, And in their general ruin let me go. o you are fairer far, Then the chaste blushing morn, or that fair star, That guides the wandering seaman through the deep Straighter then the straightest pine upon the steep Head of and aged mountain, and more white, Then the new milk we strip before day light From the full freighted bag of our fair flocks: Your hair more beauteous then those hanging locks Of young Apollo. Did you not tell me once I should not love alone, I should not lose Those many passion, vows and holy oaths, I have sent to heaven: did you not give your hand, Even that fair hand in hostage? do not then Give back again those sweets to other men. You your self vowed were mine, I take it as my best good, and desire For stronger confirmation of our love, To meet this happy night in that fair grove, Where all true shepherd's have rewarded be For their long service: say sweet shall it hold? Oh do not wrong my honest simple truth, My self and my affections are as pure, As those chaste flames that burn before the shrin , Of the great Dian: only my intent To draw you thither, was to plighted our troths, With interchange of mutual chaste embraces, And ceremonious tying of our souls: For to that holy wood is consecrate, A virtuous Well, about whose flowery banks, The nimble footed Fairies dance their rounds, B the pale moonshine, dipping often times That ir st len children, so to make them free From dying flesh, and dull mortality: By this fair Fount hath many a Shepherd sworn, And given away his freedom, many a troth Been plighted, which neither envy nor old time Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, In hope of coming happiness: by this Fresh Foum aine many a blushing maid Hath crowned the head of her long loved shepherd, With gaudy flowers, while he happy sung, Lays of his love and deer captivity, There grows all h arbs fit to cool looser flames, Our sensual parts pro oak chiding our bloods, And quenching by they power those hidden sparks, That to else would break out, and provoke our sense, To open fires, so virtuous is that place: Then gentle Shepherdess believe and grant, In troth it not with that face to scant. Your faithful Shepherd of those chaste desi es, He ever aimed-at-games at, and— Our great God Pan reward thee for that good, Thou hast given thy poor shepherd fairest bud Of maiden virtues: when I leave to be The true admirer of thy chastity, Let me des rue the hight polluted name, Of a wild woodman, or affect some dame Whose often prostitution hath begotten, More foul diseases, then ever yet the hight Sun bred through his burnings, while the dog Pursues the raging Lion, throwing fog And deadly vapor from his angry breath. Filling the lower world with plague and death. exit Am Fair maid you may. Fair Shepherdess much pity I can lend, To your complaints: but sure I shall not love: All that is mine, my self and my best Hope's, Are given already: do not love him then That cannot love again: on other men Bestow those heats more free, that may return You fire for fire, and in one flame equal burn. Fair soul, you use These words to little end: for know, I may Better call back, that time was yesterday, Or stay the coming night, then bring my love Home to my self again, or recreant prove. I will no longer hold you with delays, This present night I have appointed be, To meet that chaste fair (that enjoys my soul) In yonder grove, there to make up our loves. Be not deceived no longer, choose again, These neighbouring plains have many a comely swain, Fresher and freeer far then I ere was, Bestow that love on them and let me pass, Farewell, be happy in a better choice. exit This is the place (fair Amoret ) the hour Is yet scarce come, here every sylvan power Delights to be, about the sacred well, Which they have blessed with many a powerful spell, For never traveler in dead of night, Nor strayed beasts have fallen in, but when ight, Hath failed them, then their right way they have found, By help of them, so holy is the ground, But I will farther seek, least Amoret Should be first come and so stray long unmet. My Amoret, Amoret! Exit. Amaril. Perigot! Per My love! A arill. I come my love. exit. Fair maid You only l we to hear it often said; You do n to oubt, What shall we now begin again to woe, 'Tis the best way to make your lover last, To play with him, when you have caught him fast, What mean my love; Let go thou Serpent that into my breast, Hast with thy Cunning dived art, art not iniest; Death is the best reward, thats endue to lust; 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 you shady Beech? even thus perplexed; And thus believing. By Pan and by the strife; He had with Phœbus for the Mastery, When Golden Midas, judged their Minstralcye ; I will not. Exeunt; Thon art not worthy of that blessed name, I must not know thee, fling thy wanton flame, upon some lighter blood: that may be hot, With words and feigned passi ns, Perigot, Was ever yet unstained, and shall not now. Stoop to the meltings of a borrowed brow: Here will I wash it in the morning's dew, Which she on every little grass does strew, In silver drops again st the Suns appear: 'Tis holy water and will make me clear. My hand will not be cleansed, my wronged love, If thy chased spirit in the Air yet move, Look mildly down on him that yet does stand, All ull of gilded thy blood upon his hand, And though I struck thee undeservedly, Let my revenge on her that Injured thee. Make less a fault which I intended not, And let these Due drops wash away my spot, It will not cle nse, Oh to what sacred lood, Shall I resort to wash away this blood: Amid these Trees the holy Clorin. dwells, In a low Cabin, of cut boughs and heals, All wounds, to her I will my self a dress, And my rash faults repentantly confess: Perhaps sheele find a means by Art or prayer, To make my hand with chased blood stained, fair That done not far hence underneath some tree, I'll would e a little Cabin built since she, Whom I adore is dead, there will I give, My self to strictness and Like Clorin live. exit. Come Clorin bring thy holy waters clear, To wash my hand. And when thou lovest alone And not , death or some lingering pain That's worse, light on me. My deer deer Amoret, how happy are, Those blessed pairs, in whom a little l rr Hath bred and everlasting love, to strong For time or steel, or envy to do wrong, How do you feel your hurts, a lass poor heart How much I was abused, give me the smart For it is justly mine. with better will, That n ere I went to find, in hottest day Cool Christ all of the fountain, to allay My eager thirst, may this band never break, Hear us oh heaven. Else Pan wreak With double vengeance, my disloyalty. Let me not dare to know the company Of men, or any more behold those eyes. By Pan I swear and if I falcely swear: Let him not guard my flocks, let Foxes tear, My Earelyest lambs, and wolves while I do steep Fallen one the rest a Rot among my sheep, I love the better, then the careful Ewe, The new yeaned lamb that is of her own hew, I dote upon thee more to en that young l mbe. Does on the Bag, that feeds him from his dam. W re there a sort of wolves go to in my fouled, And one Ran after thee both young and old, Should be devoured, and it should be my strife, To save thee, whom I love above, my life, Forbear deer soul to to you, Whither my heart be pure, I'll rather die, Then nourish one thought to dishonour thee, See yonder where she is how fair. She shows, and yet her breath infects the Air. Here. Alas he doeble die, That would believe, but cannot, is not well, You keep me thus from dying here to dwell, With many worse companions: but o death, I am not yet inamourd of his breath, So much, but I dare leave it, 'tis not pain, In forcing of a wound: nor after gain, Of many days, can hold me from my will, 'Tis not my self, but Amoret. bids Kill What thou dare, Tread These forbidden paths, where death and care, Dwell on the face of darkness, So spoke my fair, Oh you great working powers of Earth, and Air, Water, and forming fire, why have you lent, Your hidden virtues of so ill intent, Even such aface, so fair so bright of hew, Had Amoret, such, words so smooth and new, Came flowing from her tongue, such was her eye, And such the pointed sparkle that did fly Forth Like a bleeding shaft, all is the same, The Robe, and Buskin's, painted, hook, and frame, Of all her Body Oh me Amoret, It only that the chased thoughts, might be shown, Tuum xt thee and me, although we were alone, Since this I live to see, Some bitter North wind blast my flocks and me Oh be as thou Wertenberg, once, I'll love thee still, Then here I end all love, and lest my vain, Beleei e should ever draw me in again, Before thy face that hast my youth mislead, I end my life my blood be on thy head, Thou c unsayl'st well, first Amoret shall die, That is the cause of my Eternal smart, This steel shall peirse thy lustful heart, He uns after he Pardon fair Sheapardes e my rage and night, Were both upon me and beguiled my sighed; But far be it from me to spill the blood. Of harmless maids that wander in the wood, Exit Many a weary step in yonder path Amoret. Poor hopeless Amoret twice trodden hath, To seek her Perigot, yet cannot hear, His voice, my erigot, she loves thee deer: That calls. Hapless first: It lights, on thee, the next blow is the worst, Still nearer to my love; These be the very words she oft did prove, Upon my temper, so she still wood take, wonder into her face, and silent make, Sings vuhith her head and hand as who wood say Sheapeard remember this another day: She is untrue unconstant, and unkind, She's gone she's gone, blow high thou North west wind, And raise the Sea to Mountains: let the Trees, That dare oppose thy Raging fury lose Their firm foundation: Creep into the eam that, And shake the world as at the monstruous b rth, Of some new Prodegey, while I constant stand, Holding this trusty Boar-spear in my hand, And falling thus upon it. Stay high dead doing hand thou art to hot, Against thy self believe me comely Swain, If that thou diest, not all the showers of Rain. The heavy Clouds send down can wash away: The oule unmanly gilded, the world will lay, Upon thee, yet thy love untainted stands: Believe me she is constant, not the sands, Can be so hardly numbered as she wunn: I do not trifle, Sheapard, by thee Moon, And all those lesser lights our eyes do view All that I could thee Perigot is true, Then be a freeman, put away despair, And will to die, smooth gently up that fair, Dejected forehead: be as when those eyes, Took the first heat, Beshrew my Tardy steps, here shalt thou rest Upon this holy bank no deadly snake, Upon this Turf her self in folds does make, Here is no poison, for the Toad to feed. H re oldly spread thy hands, no venomed weed, Dares blister them, No sly my snail dare creep, Over thy face when thou art fast a sleep, Here never durst the babbling Cuckoe spit. No slough off king Star did ever hit. Upon this Bank let this thy Cabin be. This other set with violets for me. Men ever were most blessed, till Cross fate, Brought love, and Women forth unfortunate, To all that ever tasted of their smiles, Whose Actions are all double, full of wiles, Like to the subtle Hare, that before the Hounds, Makes many turnings leaps and many rounds, This way and that way, to deceive the sent, Of her p rsuers: Still you power, But my hand will never scour. Yond is her cabin, thus far off isle stand, And call her forth, for my unhallowed hand, I dare not bring so near the sacerd place, Clorin come forth and do a timely grace, To a poor swain, What ever thou be. Be'st thou her spright, or some divinity, That in her shape thinks good to walk this grove, Pardon poor Per God My true heart, thon hast slain, 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, I dare not. Clorin. Satire, see Who it is that calls on me.