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I know it. I Tellus: as I would have none partaker of my sweet love, so shall none be partners of my labours: but I pray thee go at your best leisure, for Cynthia be begins to rise, and if she discover our love we both pe rish, for nothing pleases her but the fairness of virgi nitie. All things must be not only without lust, but without suspicion of lightness. I fly Tellus, being of all men the most for tunate. I am come in sighed of the Lunary bank, with out doubt Tellus dotes upon me, and cunningly that I might not perceive her love, she hath set me to a task that is done before it is begun. Endymion, you must change your pillow, and if you be not weary of sleep, I will carry you where at ease you shall sleep your fill. It were good that without more ceremonies I took him, least being espied, I be entrapped, and so in cur the displeasure of Cynthia, who commonly sets watch that Endymion have no wrong. What now, is your Mastership so heavy? or are you nailed to the ground? Not stir one whit? then use all thy force though he feel it and wake. What stone still? turned I think to earth, with lying so long on the earth. Didst not thou Corsites before Cynthia pull up a tree, that forty years was fastened with roots and wreathed in knots to the ground? Didst not thou with main force pull open the iron Gates, which no Ram or Engine could move? Have my weak thoughts made braunfallen my strong arms? or is it the nature of love or the Quintessence of the mind to breed numbness, or lythernesse, or I know not what, languishing in my joints and sinews, being but the base strings of my body? Or doth the remembrance of Tellus so refine my spirits into a matter so subtle and divine, that the other fleshy parts cannot work while they muse? Rest thy self, rest thy self: nay rend thy self in pieces Corsites, and strive in spite of love, fortune and nature, to lift up this dulled body, heavier then dead, and more senseless then death. But what are these so fair fiends that cause my hairs to stand upright, and spirits to fallen down? hags, out alas, Nymphs I crave pardon. Aye me, out what do I here. Miserable wretch, and accursed. How am I deluded? Madame, I ask pardon for my offence, and you see my fortune deserves pity. Madam, as it is no offence to be in love be king a man mortal, so I hope can it be no shame to tell with whom, my Lady being heavenly. Your May sty committed to my charge fair Tellus, whose beau tie in the same moment took my heart captive, that I undertook to carry her body prisoner. Since that time have I found such combats in my thoughts between love and duty, reverence and affection, that I could neither endure the conflict, nor hope for the conquest. Feeling this continual war, I thought ra there by parlee to yield, then by certain danger to per rish, I unfolded to Tellus the depth of my affections, and framed my tongue to utter a sweet tale of love, that was wont to found nothing but threats of war. She too fair to be true, and too false for one so fair, after a nice denial, practised a notable deceit, commanding me to remove Endymion from this Caban, and carry him to some dark Cave, which I seeking to accom plish, found impossible. And so by Fairies or fiends have been thus handled. Madam I doubt not but to recover my for mere state, for Tellus beauty never wrought such love in my mind, as now her deceit hath despite, and yet to be revenged of a woman, were a thing then love it self more womanish. Good Madame pardon me, I was overtaken too late, I should rather break into the midst of a main battle, then again fallen into the hands of those fair babies. I would to Cynthia thou couldst make as good and excuse in truth, as to me thou hast done by wit. I Madame more happy to enjoy Tellus then the Monarchy of the world. Ah my sweet Tellus, my love shall be as thy beauty is, matchless. Fair Tellus, I perceive you rise with the Lark, and to your self sing with the Nightingale. I would you would account my thoughts also your friends, for they be such as are only busied in wone dering at your beauty, & wisdom: & some such as have esteemed your fortune too hard, and diverse of that kind that offer to set you free, if you will set them free He that gave Cassandra the gift of prophesying with the curse, that spoke she never so true, she should never be believed, hath I think poisoned the fortune of men, that uttering the extremities of their inward passi ons, are always suspected of outward perjuries. Set all the Ladies of the Castle free, and make you the pleasure of my life: more I cannot do, less I will not. Any thing sweet Tellus, that am ready for all. Remove him Tellus? Yes Tellus, he shall be removed, and that so soon, as thou shalt as much come mend my diligence as my force. I go. I but her fairness hath pinched my heart more deeply. Shall she work stories or poetries? Here is the Castle (fair Tellus) in which you must weave, till either time end your days, or Cinthia her displeasure. I am sorry so fair a face should be subject to so hard a fortune, and that the flower of beau tie, which is honoured in Courts, should here wither in prison. Can you then feed on fancy, and subdue the malice of envy by the sweetness of imagination. A humour contrary to your years, and nothing agreeable to your sex: the one commonly allured with delights, the other always with sovereignty. Lady, it were unfit of wars to discourse with wome ̄ , into whose minds nothing can sink but smooth nes; beside, you must not think that Soldiers be so rough hewed, or of such knotty mettle, that beauty cannot allure, and you being beyond perfection en chant. Let us in, and what favour Corsites can show, Tellus shall command. Not so much as his finger with all my force. I thank you for that. The Gods bless me from ̄ love & these pretty Ladies that haunt this green.
Plot summary
Plot — Endymion, the Man in the Moon
Endymion is obsessed with his love for GyHEHI, the moon, and neglects Méllisj who is infatuated with him. She plots to force him to love her, but the enchantress Dipsas is unable to induce love magically. She can, however, make Endymion sleep away his youth, and, with Bag@a’s assistance, casts a spell to that effect. Meanwhile the comic braggart Sir GpHaS falls in love with Dipsas and sleeps too. When Tellus is rude about Endymion, Cynthia banishes her to weave in a desert castle. There she uses her feminine attractiveness to induce her keeper, GGESITES, to move Endymion from where he sleeps, but he is unable to lift the sleeping body. He is pinched asleep by fairies, who magically spot his face and hands. S@mielé is sentenced to a year’s silence as punishment for her spiteful speaking. Cynthia sends courtiers around the world in search of a remedy for Endymion, but the wise men who come are unable to help. However, Eiimenideés finds a magic fountain which will supply any wished-for remedy ifa true lover weeps into it and sees the bottom. Eumenides passes the fidelity test and has to choose whether to satisfy his unrequited love for Semele or wake up Endymion. He chooses Endymion, and is shown in a cryptic prophecy that the sleeper will wake when Cynthia kisses him. It works: Endymion awakes, now an old man, and tells his dreams. Sir Tophas also awakes, seemingly more youthful. Neither gets the girl: Cynthia is chaste and unattainable, while Dipsas turns out to be married to G@fon, the keeper of the magic fountain, who has returned to court with Eumenides. The truth about Endymion’s long sleep emerges after Bagoa reveals the spell; in reprisal, Dipsas turns her into a tree. Tellus is questioned and admits her part in the affair. Cynthia restores Endymion’s youth and learns of his love for her, and of Eumenides’ for Semele. Semele’s initial silence is taken to indicate consent, but when she speaks, Cynthia sentences her to lose her tongue. Eumenides’ offer of his own tongue instead convinces Semele of his sincerity, and she accepts him. Corsites and Tellus are also paired off, and Dipsas, initially sentenced to banishment among the wild beasts, is remitted to the custody of her husband. At the request of Sir Tophas, Cynthia also releases Bagoa from the tree.