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Are these the thanks I have for that rich jewel Which I bestowed on thee, ungrateful man? I do confess 'twas poisoned. Yet hear me, she is not dead; and if she be, e pay my life for hers. She did appear so: what you thought was death, S but a lethargy: though I profess not To draw the Moon down from the sphere she is in, Or make the sun look bloody by my Art, Yet am I well informed in everything This glass is made of, and I know effects to works, and can discourse they. Have patience, and you shall; the Glass you see Of this rare Mirror which I gave you, is Made of a Memphian stone, that has the power To bring a deadly sleep on all the senses: With it, to make effects more strong, is mingled The Quintessence, extracted in a Limbeck, Of the Torpedo, which has such a quality, That if the Fisher touch it with his hook, A poison strait will creep through all his veins, Till it benumme his senses: This compounded, And made into a glassy metal, soon Reflects upon the eyes of him that looks in't A sleepy poison, which will stupify The vital parts. Yet, he that gave it me, Taught me the Cordial water, which he used To restore spirits and heat unto those vitals; And I have brought it with me for our purpose. What have I wronged you now? or is my present Worthy the thanks you give me? In that I showed my love; For I did fear your resolution, Though I were certain of recovering her. Here, where you found me, saw her laid, and buried in the clothes e wont to wear, her father so would have it: waited on the funeral, with purpose oh see the stone laid hollow on her grave, or fear of hurting her. Here I'll apply my medicine; you shall see Whither I lie or no. Then help to lift this stone; see where she lies, he same Nerina? Love is still full of fears: give me the water. If she be dead, you need not fear the change Of any colour; what a child is love? How now? S she alive? will you believe your sense? Now I have put her in your hands, be sure You do not let her go, and loose no time. If you give credit to her words, you're lost. What cannot women's words and flatteries Effect with simple lovers? think on that, Be confident: I'll leave you to your Fate. Had you been sudden as I counsail'd you, You had not failed: but you young men do never Go through with any thing. Nay, if you prize my friendship at this rate, I'll leave you to your penance. Exit.
Plot summary
Plot — The Shepherds' Holiday
Thyrsis, who was found by Montanus as a baby with a mysterious inscribed circlet around his neck, is distraught. He left his girlfriend Sylvia in a grove, and she has disappeared; he self-reproachfully worries that she has been raped by a passing satyr, and neglects his flocks. The oracle of Apollo reassures him that he will get her back, but only when they cease to be Thyrsis and Sylvia. Sylvia is really the Princess, Calligone. She fell in love with Thyrsis when the shepherds last came to court with some musical entertainment, and went into the country in pastoral disguise to be with him; she was also hoping to escape the amorous attentions of Cleander, but he found her in the grove and took her home. Her father, Euarchus, suspects the reason she absconded, and summons the shepherds to perform at court again, in the hope of identifying one of them as her lover. They prepare a masque. Cleander is warned off Calligone by his father, Eubulus. Before she was born, the oracle foretold that King Euarchus would see his only son after having a child who is not really his own, that he would twice condemn that son to death, and that the son would marry Euarchus’ daughter. The King took this to mean that, should the pregnant Queen produce a baby boy, it would be a bastard, so he ordered Eubulus to have the infant killed if male. When the child was indeed a boy, Eubulus plotted with the Queen to swap it for his own new-born daughter, who grew up to be Calligone. He then left the baby boy in the forest with money for his education and an identifying necklet inscribed in a diplomatic code known only to him and the King. Calligone is therefore Cleander’s sister. ‘Sylvia’ sends for Thyrsis, but Cleander sees her with him and reports the fact to the King, who orders their execution: Calligone dishonours herself in romantic entanglement with a mere shepherd. The shepherds arrive at court, but are sent away with their masque unseen. When Thyrsis removes his doublet to be strangled, however, Cleander sees the necklet, realizes that this is the long-lost Prince, and arranges for him to marry Calligone instead. The oracle is fulfilled, and King Euarchus gives his blessing to his son and daughter-in-law. In the sub-plot, Dorinda loves the wealthy Daphnis, but he only has eyes for Nerina and, moreover, has her father’s favour. Nerina loves only Hylas, but finds herself caught between love and duty. She tells both Hylas and her father that she prefers not to marry at all, but…