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FAther persuade me not! The power of heaven Can never force me from Amyntas love; It's rooted here so deep within my heart That he which pulls it out, pulls out at once, That and my soul together. Father, you know Divinity is powerful, Cupid's will Must not be questioned: When love means to sport (I'have herd your self relate it) he can make The Wolf and Lamb kiss friendly; force the Lion Forget his Majesty, and in amorous dalliance Sport with the frisking Kid. When Venus rides, Shee'le link the ravenous Kite, and milder Swan To the same chariot, and will yoke together The necks of Doves and Eagles; when as she Commands, all things lose their Antipathy, Even contrarieties: can I alone Resist her will? I cannot, my Amynt as Shall witness that! I love him now the rather; he hath lost Himself for me, and should he lose me too? It were a sin he should! Only that, His wildness; it's the comfort I have left To make my tears keep time to his distractions; To think as wildl as he talks; to marry Our griefs together, since our selves we cannot. The Oracle does ask so strange a Dowry, That now his company is the only bliss My love can aim at: but I stay too long I'll in to comfort him. Do not? I must and will; Nature commands me no, But Love more powerful says it shall be so. Sweet Amyntas! Why to hell, My deer Amyntas? Oh Ceres, now behold him! canthy eyes Look on so sad and object, and not melt Them and thy heart to pity? And mine too. Come Amaryllis let's weep both together, Contending in our sorrows! And I had never been born! Then Amyntas Might have been happy. Yet still his love to me Lives constant. Amyntas. Amyntas, deer Amyntas — How shall I Apply my self to his wild passion! 'Tis my prayer, And shall be ever, I will promise thee She shall have none but him. Come sweet Amyntas, rest thy troubled head Here in my lap:—Now here I hold at once My sorrow and my comfort: Nay lie still. Nay, good Amyntas. — Pray lie still! Good Amyntas, Rest here a while!— And so do you. If Amyntas, Her deer Amyntas would but take his rest, Urania could not want it. How miserable? He that I love is not!— I have undone Amyntas! More wretched I, for Damon has his reason, And he may love. True, Amaryllis, But he has lost his reason; mine has love, No reason. My Amaryllis, how thy griefs Meet full with mine to make the truest story Of perfect sorrow that ere eye bedewed With tears of Pity! Fie Brother, can you be of the same stock, Issue, and blood with me, and yet so cruel? Good Amyntas hold, This is the Sacred Valley: here it's death, For to shed human blood. Come my sad partner, Poor rival of my sorrows: Go with me Into the Temple; I'll entreat my Brother To use thee kindly: if in me it lie, I'll help thee. Sweet Amaryllis! Amaryllis. Live happy sheapheardesse and wear it still! My Bellamore you're under good protection; The Temple gates will close unless I hast. The Like to her that ipitties the distressed Ama ryllis. Grant Ceres now My Hope's be faithful to me: my Amyntas, How come your thoughts so settled? Would we knew How to deserve it. Command it. Sir, I will Presently about it, I 'le only first Get some unknown disguise. Happiness attend you! Yes, Amyntas. This habit well befits a Virgins life. For since my Dowry never can be paid Thus for thy sake I'll live and die a maid. No. Great Ceres, for thy daughter Proserpina's sake Ravished by Pluto from Sicilian plains To reign with him Queen of Elysian shades, Accept the sacrifice of a Virgin, for It is thy Pleasure, thine, by whom the earth And every thing grows fruitful, to have me Be ever barren: Thy impossible Dowry, Makes me despair to be Amyntas bride; Therefore that cold chased snow that never should Have melted but betwixt his amorous arms I vow unto thy Cloister (Awful Goddess!) Almighty Ceres, is not this life holy 'Tis the richest Dowry That ere my most ambitious prayers could beg But I will bring a portion, my Amyntas, Shall equal it, if it can equaled be: That which I have not, may not, cannot have Shall be thy portion, it's a wife, Amyntas Yes. Because Urania weeps to see Amyntas So restless and unquiet. My kindness ruined him.
Plot summary
Plot — Amyntas, or The Impossible Dowry
More than sixteen years before the start of the action, Claius stole Lalage, the girlfriend of Philaebus. Philaebus grew melancholy and his father Pilumnus prayed to Ceres for vengeance on Lalage, who duly died in childbirth. This didn’t help Philaebus, who pined to death on her grave. Ceres declared that she will remain angry until the blood of Claius both quenches and kindles fire; so Claius fled, pursued by Corymbus, determined to kill him and lift the curse. But Ceres also disapproved of Pilumnus’ vindictiveness, and further declared that his daughter Urania will have 1630 an unhappy marriage unless her fiancé Amyntas, Claius’ son, gives her as a dowry something he does not, may not, and cannot have. The riddle so occupied his mind that he went mad. All this strife convinces Medorus that the time is not right for his daughter Laurinda to fall in love. She is herself averse to committing herself in marriage (since marriages always seem to end in unhappiness), and cannot make up her mind between her two suitors, Damon and Alexis. Damon is also the object of Amaryllis’ affections, but he is only interested in Laurinda. The two suitors would like to settle matters by fighting a duel, but bloodshed is a capital crime in the sacred vale, so they make a suicide pact instead. Laurinda dissuades them from carrying it out, and promises that she will finally accept one of them tomorrow: all three must accept the decision of the first virgin they meet coming out of the temple in the morning. Amaryllis is in despair over Damon, and intends asking him to kill her if he cannot love her. Laurinda proposes a remedy, and they spend the night together. Claius returns to Sicily in disguise, hoping to use his medical knowledge to cure Amyntas. He succeeds, but advises Urania to take an oath of virginity to prevent Amyntas racking his brains into a relapse. During the night, Dorylas and his friends dress up as elves to scrump apples from an orchard owned by the fairy- obsessed Jocastus. When caught, Dorylas claims to be King Oberon, and ‘knights’ Jocastus. Damon and Alexis meet the virgins at the temple. The first one is Amaryllis in disguise, which pleases Alexis: he goes to fetch Laurinda. The angry Damon wounds Amaryllis, then flees. She writes a letter in her own blood, informing Laurinda of her decision, and claims that she accidentally gored herself on her own spear. Claius finds her and administers medicine; but, although it is clear that she was deliberately…