ARMILLUS

Not that I censure, but demand the cause, Why being born, and bred, in shepherd's laws; You have our Hills, and Downs, and Gro es forsaken, And to these Sands, and Waves your self betaken. A gamesome life? thus with unarmed arms To fight gainst winds, and winter's sharp alarms, And paddle in chill Neptuns Icy lap? But if in fishing any plesaure be, In Shepherds life there is much more say we. Walk along the shore— Oft there he walks Oft there with me or with the waves he talks. Vain fear when the Oracle does promise good; The heavens decrees by chance were near withstood. You fear without a cause, oft causeless fright, Is the only cause that makes that on us light Which most we fear, ever a jealous eye Makes enemies by fearing emnity. Ill is invited when it is suspected And grief already come where he's expected. Saw you the troop which passed along here? Who is it led with such a mournful show? Who the fair Olinda? And do you know the end and purpose? Nothing but no and yes? fie fie Perindus Your too much passion, shows you want affection; Your sister in such sort conveyed, and you So careless of her grief? it much misseemes you Why learn you not the cause? So must we all. Can art forge nature with so true a lie? Perindus thou knowest how late was my arrival, And short abided in this your Sicily, And how delighted with these accidents So strange and rare, I have decreed to make Some longer stay, but since I saw this Atyches His love more strong then death, a resolution Beyond humanity I much desired To know him, what he is, and what his country That breeds such minds: let me entreat you then At large to give me all this story Somewhat will east your grief, joust are his pains That sorrow with more sorrow entertains. The fruit of jealousy is ever cursed, But when 'tis grafted in a crab 'tis worst. Bade in a man, but monstrous in a woman, And which the greater monster hard to know Then jealous Circe, or loathed Scylla now After when time had eased his grief for Scylla, Circe with charms, and prayers and gifts had won him Her lou she reaped in that high rocky frame, Which ever since hath born fair Circe's name: The Moon her fainting light 10 times had fed, And 10 times more her globe had emptied: When two fair twins she brought, whose beauteous shine, Did plainly prove their parents were divine. The male Thalander, the female called Glaucilla, And now to youth arrived so fair they are That with them but themselves who may compare, All else excelling; each as fair as other Thus best compared the sister with the brother. So lively to the ear thy speeches show them, That I must half affect before I know them. My pretty wag? Thou dost mistake me, boy, I know well whose though art. Th'art fair Cosma's boy. Th'art a very wag, take Thy , my boy. Seest thou! Thou art too: quick I prithee let me see thy Mistress. Oft have I marveled how the erring eye, Which of his proper object cannot lie, In other subject, fails so in his duty When he's to judge of's chiefest object beauty. None takes the night for day, the day for night. The Lilies seem alike to every sighed: Yet when we partial judge of beauty's graces, Which are but colours plac' in women's faces,, The eye seems never sure the selfsame show And face, this thinks a swan, and that a crow. But sure our minds with strong affections tainted, Look through our eyes as through a glass that's painted. So when we view our loves, we never see What th'are, but what we feign would have them be. Thus Atyches. Perindus thus affecting These Nymphs, make them seem worthiest their respecting, And thus to louo their beauty's never move them: But therefore beauteous seem because they love them. Me thinks this Cosma far them both excels, In whose high forehead love commanding dwells. I Like not this same too much modesty, Commend the Senate for their gravity. The wanton Nymph does more delight me far, The modest Nymphs do more seem chaste then are, Women are all alike, the difference this, That seems and is not, that both seems and is. Or if some are not, as they call it, ill, E ter Conchylo. They want the power and means, but not the will. Hold thee boy, hold thee: will that content thee? Yes well. How canst thou assure it? I'll try thee boy, it's but one misspent hour, If thou perform thy promise good Conchylio, Many such glittering nights shall shine on thee. Farewell. True, fairest Nymph, Love is a fire still burning, And if not slaked, the heart to ashes turning. Blame me not (Sweet) thy words do fan thy fires, And cool the flames which thy fair eye inspires. Loves flame is not Like earth's, but heavens fire, Like lightning, with a flash it lights desire. Gather the fruit then while it's yet vnblas ed. Take say f this. kisses her. Monster? Wha furies haunt this grove? is not this Cosma ? Yes: here again she comes most blessed heavens, Enter Cosma I see that ye are more gracious then Hell's spiteful. Cosma? My love. I never thought it, Cosma : rather some power of these woods, Too envious of my good hap, and iea ous of thy favour, Thus crosses our desires but if again He chance to interpose his horrid face, I'll rather die, then leave thy wished embrace. Enter Pa disguised. All hell and furies haunt us. Exit A . Fisher thou now describest some paradise, Can any ill from so much good arise? Ceased he not then to love? this sure we hold That love not back reflected soon grows cold. In to possible. troth Sir but that I fear me, If I should speak some women should over: hear me : Meet thinks I now could rail on all their kinds, But who can found the depth of women's minds? My errand boy is love.