GLAUCILLA

Perindu , whither turnest to u? if thy wandering love My love eschew, yet nothing canst thou see Why thou shouldst fly me, I am no monster, friend, That seeks thy spoil, look on me, I am she To whom the hast vowed all faith and loyalty, Whom thou with vows and prayers and oaths hast plied And praying wept and weeping been denied, And died in the denial, I am she Whom by my brother's importunity Thalanders means thou wantest, who still persever, Though thou art changed, I loving love for ever. Tell me am I altered in mind or bodies frame? What then I was am I not still the same? What have I now deserved? Perindus, I am the same, ah I am she I was at first, but thou, thou art not he Which once thou wast. Tell me what thus hath changed thy former love, Which once thou sworst nor heaven nor hell could move: How hath this scorn and hate stolen in thy heart And on a Comic stage, hast learned the art To play a tyrant, and a foul deceiver? To promise mercy, and perform it never? To look more sweet, masked in thy looks disguise, Then mercies self, or pities gracious eyes. Ah me most miserable. Wretched Glaucilla, where hast thou set thy love! Thy plaints his joy, thy tears his laughter move, Senseless of these he sings at thy lamenting, And laughs at thy h arts tormenting. Wretched Glaucilla. Perindus. Thy soul was wont to lodge within mine ear And ever, was it safely harboured there My ear is not acquainted with my tongue That either tongue or ear should do thee wrong Yet do not tell me, I'll thee I spy Thy burning fever is thy telltale eye. Thou loust deny it not, thou loust Olinda In vain a chest to lo ke up flames we seek Which now with purple fires thy blushing cheeks Why so loves he another? Strange with h in love, much rather had I die, Is he then perished? I prithee tell me all do not conceal it, I'll mourn with thee if that I cannot heal it. Thy champion? Yet happier he that's slain by loves defying Then she in fate that lives yet ever dying Thalander were we nothing Like the other Only thy love would prove thou art my brother. Did not this move thee. These words well fit his heart, so you, so I Thalander living loves, and loving die. If thus you love him, how can to thou allow Thy love to Atyches ! late didst thou vow In Neptune's temple to be his for ever. Olinda, knowest not yet the treachery Of Cosma, she thy greatest enemy? Prithee let me see't: shouldst thou this liquour prove, I tell thee, friend, it'll quench thy life and love. But so I'll temper't, it shall better please thee, And after few spent hours shall ever ease thee. Yes, by my art, before th'art 12 hours older, I'll ease thy heart, though never make it colder. Perindus, whither goest thou? the day's enough To show thy scorn, the night was made for rest. For shame if not for love, let night relieve me: Take not that from me, which thou wilt not give me. Knowest thou this place? even here thou first didst vow, Which I believe, and still me thinks even now Cannot vnbeleeu't, that when thy constant heart, From his first only vowed love should start, These waving seas should stand, whose rocks remove Oh dancing levity, you steady rocks, Still stand you still? his faith he lightly mocks. Ye leeting waves, why do you never stand? His words, his love, his oaths, are writ in sand. In rocks and seas I find more sense and loving, The rock less hard then he, the sea less moving. Not move, but so me to mou . What says Perindus ? Perindus, by all the vows I here conjure thee The vow that on thy soul thou didst assure me, Tell me why thus my love thou false refusest? Why me thy faith thy self thou thus deceivest? How fares my love? I know thou can to not hate me. Canst thou Perindus thus delude me? I've lived enough, farewell: thou laft hast viewed me. How canst thou speak that hated name? To be mocked? Me thinks this forced mirth does not beseem thee: Sure it's not thine, it comes not from thy heart. Thy grief is common, I have my partly in thine: Take not that from me which is justly mine. Now all thy grief is mine, but it unhiding, Half thou wilt take away, by half dividing. Thy love thus hid, to me much hatred proves, Unhide thy hate, this hate will show it loves: So thou art well, but still my better partly, Perindus, Sinks all loaded with his smart: So thou my finger cuttest, and woundest my heart. Then love's the cause of all thy seeming hate, What hast thou seen in me, that I should seem, My life more then thy love, or mine esteem? Perindus thy hat hath cost me often dying, So hast that u given me death, by death denying: For the Oracle, with death I am contented, And will not fear, what cannot be prevented. Why doubtest thou then? and ewe love till to morrow, Next rising sun shall to thee ease thy sorrow. Farewell. Exit. Thou givest Glaucilla what thou wishest good rest. This victory my mind hath whole possessed, And from my eyes shuts out all sleep and rest: If I but slumber, straight my fancy worser eames, This Atyches is much more then he seems: Coming to his couch, I found his empty bed As yet untouched, himself from sleep is fled. But soft, whom have we here? Enter Atyches. Hapless and found, too found and hapless maid, Whose hate with love, whose love with hate is paid. Or learn to hate where thou hast hatred proved, Or learn to love again, where thou art loved, Thy love gets scorn: do not so dearly earn it, At least learn by forgetting to unlearn it. Ah found and hapless maid, but much more found Canst thou unlearn the lesson thou has cond? Since then thy fixed love will leave thee never He hates thy love, leave thou his hate forever, And though his ice might quench thy loves desiring Live in his love and die in his admiring Olinda so late abroad? Enter Olinda, The sun is now at rest, heavens winking eyes All drowsy seem, love only rest denies: But thou art free as air, what is the reason? What glass is this? Olinda, if that smiles were proofs of sorrow, Sure I should think thee full of woe, and sadness, but in so heaped grief, when every eye Yields tribute to so great a misery. Thou only smilst, why every tear thou seest, is paid to thee— Married? now heaven defend me, if this be marriage So to be gripped in paws of such a monster, And bedded in his bowels— Dost not thou prove it?