PAS

Who sows he seas, or plows the easy shore? Yet I, found I more found, and senseless more: Who strives in nets to prison in the wind? Yet I in love a woman thought to bind: Found, too found thoughts, that thought in love to tie, One more inconstant then inconstancy: Look as it is with some true April day, The sun his glorious beams does fair display, And straight a cloud breaks into fluent showers, Then shines and reins, and clears and straight it lowres: And twenty changings in one hour do prove, So, and more changing is a woman's love. Found then my thoughts, that thought a thing so vain, Found love, to love what could not love again. Found Hope's, that ancho on so false a ground, Found thoughts that fired with love, in hope thus drowned: Found thoughts, found hope, found heart, but fondest I, To grasp the wind, and love inconstancy. Ah Cosma, Cosma. Thus these neat creatures, dead with love and all, By shunning beastliness, make it bestial. Does she not blush? hark, women, heres your preacher, Maids, you want a Mistress; heres a teacher. Modesty? marry guipp: these are your modest creatures. Well M stris Iana with your double face, I think I shall outface you by and by. I'll fit you for a face i'fayth, I could be mad now. Well, since you are sportive, i'll make one i'th play; You have a fool already, i'll act a Devil; And since you needs must to a new consort, I'll bear a partly, and make or mar the sport. No: Pass. The Do was almost struck, 'twas time I came, For once I'll be a keeper of the game. I see it's Owl-light, Minvera's wagoner, Enter Fred. My old rival, who this twenty years Saw nothing but what shined through gla see windows, What comes he for? I'll stay a while and watch him. Do you not blush to cast your love upon a man, Whose love is as himself and alien? to thine own Thou makest thee strange, familiar to unknown. Nay soft, I am dog well bitten, And will not partly so easily with my prey, I have not tasted venison many a day. You sacred virtues, truth and spotless faith, Where will you live, if not in such a Nymph? Whose breast will you now seek? what mansion? Where now can unsuspected friendship rest? If treachery possess so fair a breast. Sir, little as concerns you. Your habit speaks a stranger, And yet me thinks, I somewhat else have eene, Some lineaments of that face: are you Tyrinthus ? Oh cruel heavens I could you find No other time, to give him back his country? If thus you give, happy whom you deny, The greater good, the greater injury: Thy only daughter I should have said so. Alas, he falls. Tyrinthus, what, one blow thus strike thee under Fortune's feet? How loath his life returns! With the last sun she fell. Sir, you forget your self: to war with heaven, Is no less found, then dangerous No sir. If thou be grieved, this is no way to ease it, Sooner we anger heaven, then thus appease it. Nature refuses and office so unnatural. No man was so unnatural. Yes. The cowards weapon, poison. Her name Glaucilla : A Nymph thought absolute, though now infected, That heaven it self might sooner be suspected. It'll but more grieve you. Olinda this last night complained to Cosma, (A Nymph which lately came from fair Messena ) That this Glaucilla's powerful charms had fired her, And with Thalanders love now dead, inspired her With such a feeling grief, her grief lamenting, That she, to help so desperate love consenting, Gave her a water which she oft did prove, Woe ld either quench or ease the pains of love, Which Cosma swore, the other never denied. Glaucilla changed, Olinda drank a worser died. Dicaeus hearing this — As well and joust as ever. Dicaeus by this evidence condemns her By 'th' law, from that high rock to fallen, and she With smiling welcomed death, and quietly Stealed to the rock from whence she must be cast. Wonder so heavy gilded should fly so fast! She led her leaders to that deep descending, The guilty draws the guiltless to their ending: And thus I left them, and with her joust Dicaeus, To see her execution, who goes not from her, Till from the rock, in seas she leave her breath, Die must she as she killed, water her crime and death. This grief is vain and can no more revive her, you loose your tears. Your son strives, the good which heaven bereaves you, You quickly see, but see not what it leaves you. Two hours since, sad I left him, But safe. Nomicus, thou now mayest let thy prisoners free, Thalander to Olinda now revived, Perindus to Glaucilla are to be married, And all are brought along with singing, Hymen the shores, Hymen the echos ringing. Nomicus, seest thou this Nymph? ah couldst thou think That treason, envy, murder, spite and hell, All hell it self in such a heaven could dwell? This is the knot of all these sorrows; Cosma, If not for shame, why yet for spite or fashion, For woman's fashion let some tears be spilled: A sea of weeping will not wash thy gilded. If murder rest in such a lovely grace, Here do I vow never to trust a face. Shall I call back your Prisoners? Well overtaken, Nymph, start not, you are sure, S e I am your familiar. I'll follow him: nature can do no less Then either help, or pity such distress. Exit Pa . I know the men, but not their meaning. Hark Heavens! Oh monstrous! hark. Oh women, women.