DORYLAS

TO Is news Laurinda that will ravish you! So I will. 'Tis desperate news, I must conceal it. Mistress, you have prevailed: I will relate it. No? then I will not tell you. And I care not much Whither I tell't or no. Nothing. What pretty weathercocks These women are? I serve a Mistress here Fit to have made a Planet: sheele wax and wane Twice in a minute. Why excellent News! Rare news! News fit, To be concealed: why Mistress The Rivals, those on whom this Powerful face Does play the tyram to.— Now, now she wanes: Oh for a dainty Husband To make her a full Moon. The amorous couple! Your brace of sweet hearts Damon and Alexis Desire your audience. Now you have herd it told I may conceal it! well I thank thee Nature Thou didst create me Man, for I want wit Enough to make up woman: but good Mistress What do you think of Damon? What of Alexis? What Virgin? And what Damon? Creet, Creet! There is no Labyrinth but a woman Laurinda, gentle Mistress tell me which Of these you love? Why so, that's well and plain. Why then you love Alexis best? I am glad ont. Be this true And I'll be sworn Cupid is turned a juggler? Praesto! you love Alexis best but Damon, And Damon but Alexis! Love you Damon? And not Alexis? She would ha'both I think. Then you love neither? Either, and yet not both, both best, yet neither; Why do you torture those with equal Racks, That both vow service to you? If your love Have pre feared Damon, tell Alexis of it; Or if Alexis, let poor Damon know it, That he which is refused, smothering his flame, May make another choice, now doubtful hope Kindles desires in both. Rare Feminine wisdom: Will you admit they. Nay I will go. What news? Yes to be sent again. Not I by Ceres. No good Mistress Farewell for I at length have learned to know You call me back only to bid me go. All hail unto the famed interpreter Of fowls and Oracles! How fares the winged cattle? are the woodcocks, The jays, the daws, the cuckoes, and the owls In health? Like health unto the president of the jigs; I hope King Oberon and his joyall Mab Are. well. About what? It is a difficult cause, first let me pose'em! You Mopsus, cause you are a learned Augur, How many are the seven Liberal Sciences? You Iocastus, When Oberon shaved himself, who was his Barber? Thestylis, A weighty cause and asks a longer time. Indeed forsooth, I loitered by the way. Which of them? No. Nor he. Damon will come. Only Alexis comes. Why both will visit you. And sweet Mistress, Still I will cross you, it's the only way Truly to please you. Truly Sir, Not I, pray ask my Mistress: Do I call Your sweethearts—speak, nay speak it if you can, Do I? La-you now! We were devising nothing but a snare 1 page duplicate 1 page duplicate To catch the Polecat, Sirrah get you in; Take heed I do not find your haunts. What haunts? I know no haunts I have but to the Dairy, To skim the milk-bowls Like a lickorish Fairy. Verily they cannot! But we will make him rich, then it's no matter. A nutmeg Parlour. Alas poor whelps, In troth I pity you! Why such a hunting Have we had here: Two puppies of a litter, Mopsus and wise Iocastus hunting folly With a full mouth. If ever one was peppered look on me! His disputation still has some good relish in't. Now, what's the matter? The moral? Happy the man shall quit her of that oath. Mistress, if they should dream now.— So so, this honey with the very thought Has made my mouth so lickorish that I must Have something to appease the appetite. Have at Iocastus orchard! dainty Apples, How lovely they look! Why these are Dorylas sweethearts. Now must I be the Princely Oberon, And in a royal humour with the rest Of royal Fairies attendant go in state To rob and orchard: I have hid my robes On purpose in a hollow tree. Heaven bless me! What Puck, what Goblins this? How Like you now my Grace? is not my con tenance Royal and full of Majesty? Walk not I Like the young Prince of Pigmies? Would? my knaves, We'll fill our pockets. Look look yonder, Elves, Would not you apples tempt a better conscience Then any we have to rob and Orchard? would! Fairies, Like Nymphs with child, must have the things They long for. You sing here a Fairy catch In that strange tongue I taught you: while our self Do climb the Trees. Thus Princely Oberon Ascends his throne of State. Iocastus, we are Oberon, and we thought That one so near to us as you in favour, Would not have suffered this profane rude groom Thus to impair our royalty. Tititatie my noble fool farewell: Now, my Nobility and honoured Lords, Our grace is pleased for to partly stakes; here Iocalo These are your share; these his, and these our Graces. Have we not gulled him bravely! see you Rascals, These are the fruits of witty knavery. Heaven shield Prince Oberon, and his honoured Lords! We are betrayed. So, we are clean God off: come noble Peers Of Fairy, come, attend our Royal Grace. Let's go and share our fruit with our Queen Mab, And th'other Dary maids: where of this theam We will discourse amid our Cakes and Cream. These milkemaids are the daintiest rogues they kiss As sweet as syllabub, surely Oberon Lives a delicious life! Would! who lies here? A Nymph? If't were but now in Oberons power To steal away her maidenhead, as she sleeps: Oh 'twould be excellent sport, to see how she Would miss it when she wakes: what misery it's To be a boy; why could not my good father Have God me five years sooner? here had been A purchase: well, it's but five years longer And I shall hope to see a merrier world. No body near too! Slid the very thought's Enough to make me man oath sudden, well I'll kiss her though. She dreams; Now shall I know all secrets: These same women Are given so much to talk when they are awake That they prate sleeping too. Love letters? she was troubled yester night About inditcing, and she dreams on't now. Poor sleepy secretary! Now she dreams she gives it me to carry; I half fear I use to carry letters in my sleep, Wearying my self all night, and that's the reason I am so loath to rise i'th' morning. I thought so, That's all that I can do, carry their letters, Or run of errands: well, come five years hence They may employ me better. Unto whom is it? How, a read letter? How dead? o me, See how her blood hath stained the holy Valley! Well you have done me wrong to kill your self, Only to have me sacrificed on the Altar, I never deserved it. Fear not, to die so Like a calf? o Dorylas o— See that you do, and so farewell. COme neighbours, let's go see the sacrifice Must make you happy lovers: o it'll be A fortunate season! Father Coridon, You and old mother Baucis shall be friends. The sheephook and the distaff shall shake hands. You lovely freeze-coats, nothing now but kissing, Kissing and culling, culling and kissing, heighday! In hope it will be one day so with me I am content to live. Now let's ascend. 'Tis no matter You shall have Thestylis, And here she comes, give me your quail pipe, hark you.— I Mopsus, you are a happy man to day. As if you did not know. Why sure she understands it, Have you to her this language never read? The Birds said twice: (as you full well do know) You must have Thestylis whither she will or no. See, Mopsus, see, here comes your Fairy brother, Hark you, for one good turn deserves another. Your grace hath said it, and it must be so. Well I restore your lands: only the orchar'd I will reserve for fear Queen Mab should long. Oberon will be glad on't Hare or Dear my Lord? Would? would you so? Nay say your worst I care not, Did I go ever? Yet you kissed her With admirable courtship. Paled round about with Pick-teeth. A Ginger hall. Kitchens all of Crystal. The spits are Spanish needles. Of Amber. That bear as well in winter as in summer. Of Nectar: will this please you? every grove Stored with delightful birds. Yes. What pretty things are these both to be born To Lands and Livings, we poor witty knaves, Have no inheritance but Brains:—who's this? —One of my Mistress beagles. In what, Alexis? So, and did not you Compare the stag to my fair mistress? would! Pursued by you and Damon, caught by neither? And to that end his sister Keeps them about him; but in vain, his Melancholy Has took so deep impression. Excellent application! To see the wit of love! Oh lamentable! who would be in love? Oh pitiful! Pitifully sweet! Near fear your father, Mistress, kiss securely, I'll be your Mercury, and charm a sleep Old Argus. But if he chance to spy You and your sweethearts here, I know not of it. Nay you know if I had seen them, I should have told him. Poor Dorylas is blind, he sees not here Damon, no nor Alexis. Alack I am innocent: if the belly swell I did not fetch the poison. Why took she mine, but meaning to requite? You talk of Love and Cupid, I have been plagued with a whole swarm of Cupid's. I know not, but I am sure I have a thousand natural rapiers Stick in my flesh! In plain terms I have been driving One of your swarms of Bees, gentle Laurinda; Now will the honey and the wax fallen together by ears. Well argued for the wax, now for the honey. The honey is the sweeter argument. The wax is very forward to the bargain; He would be sealing of her. Delicious reason, my mouth waters at it Two excellent twin-arguments born at a birth. I knew that before! More Cupid's, more bees, more stinging yet! And she too Should dream of Damon. — So, I am sure Still Cupid's factor: well ere long I see There will be many and heir the more for me. Another lover, Enamoured of the Ground! Slid; I think he takes me For Oberon already. Who, the madman? Every evening He walks abroad into the valley here With Thestylis. Farewell old walking Ivibush. Bold mortal, hold thy hand. Did we out of love And our entire affection, of all Orchards Choose your's to make it happy by our dances, Light airy measures, and fantastic rings! And you ingrateful mortal thus requites us. All for one Apple! You know, Iocastus, Our Grace have Orchards of our own more precious Then mortals can have any: And we sent you A Present of them tother day. I must confess Their outside looked something Like yours indeed; But then the taste more relished of eternity, The same with Nectar. They cannot speak this language, but in ours They thank you, and they say they will have none, They do request you now To grant them leave to dance a Fairy ring About your servant, and for his offence Pinch him: do you the while command the traitor Not dareto stir, not once presume to mutter. Ti ti tatie. Our noble friend permits, Tititatie: Do you not sir? Ti ti ta tie. Now begone. Oh good Mopsus! Good Mopsus but conceal us, And I will promise by to morrow night To get thee Thestylis. And I will. Well: We do . Nay be not so discourteous; Stay and take And apple first: you Iocalo give him one, And you another, and our Grace a third. Hark, Thestylis, the birds do bid you joy. A beauteous Lady, bright, and rare, Queen Mab her self is not so fair. Yes beauteous virgin; Thy each partly Has shot and arrow through my heart; Thy blazing eye, thy lip so thin, Thy azure cheek, & crystal chin, Thy rainbow brow, with many a rose; Thy saphire ears, and ruby nose, All wound my soul, Oh gentle be Or Lady you will ruin me. How's this? are you no woman then? Can such bright beauty live with men? Indeed I thought no man but he Could of such perfect beauty be. I have and herb, they Moly call, Can change thy shape (my sweet) and shall. To taste this Moly but agree, And thou shalt perfect woman be. My Queen Jocasta thou shalt be: Half your estate then give to me, Else, you being gone, there none will be, Whose Orchard I dare here frequent. The other half let Mopsus take. Come let us walk, majestic Queen, Of Fairy mortals to be seen. In chairs of Pearl thou placed shalt be, And Empresses shall envy thee, When they behold upon our throne Jocasta with her— Dorilas. And rise up Sir Iocastus, our deer Knight. Now hang the hallowed bell about his neck, We call it a mellisonant Tingle Tangle, (Indeed a sheep-bell stolen from's own fat weather.) The ensign of his knighthood. Sir Iocastus, We call to mind we promised you long since The President of our Dances place; we are now Pleased to confirm it on you: give him there His Staff of Dignity. Mopsus. Iocastus. Thestylis. Amyntas. E'ne much good doe't em!