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Alas poor shepherd! Good Thyrsis, do not make so much of grief, Y'have fed it with too many tears already, Take comfort now. By these we know that season. But while you mourn thus, who looks to your flock? But yet, me thinks, for one that is a stranger, Scarce known to any here, but by her name, These plaints are overmuch: beside there are In fruitful Arcady as fair as she, I'm sure more rich and wise, make out of them A choice. Nerina is as fair as she, Dorinda's flocks are more then Silvia's, And carry on their backs more wool then hers. Well Thyrsis, since my words do but renew The story of your grief, I'll leave to use Persuasions to you; for it's time I see, And not my words, must cure your malady And why not you aswell by their example? Oh say not so, they're just and pitiful. What more could you Desire to hear? It may be for your importunity You might deserve this answer, or else is it Because the Gods speak not their mysteries To be conceived by every vulgar sense? I now remember what Acrisius, The wise and virtuous Acrisius Was wont to say. It may do son, He bid us fly all curiosity. Seeking to know what future time may bring To us, which only Gods above do know, And if at any time they do impart This knowledge unto us, it is enwrapped In such a missed, as we shall near see through it: Because, said he, we have enough to do With what is present: the celestial powers Would not cut of our Hope's, nor multiply Our cares, by showing us our destiny. 'Tis true, that Circle Hung loosely then about your neck, which since Is filled with it. I left it there, because I saw some letters that were wrought about it. I think they may: But I could never find so great a Clerk, As could tell how t'expound the meaning of them. I will, but here is one come to supply me. We are both come to do our duties to you. as being sent for, and Mirtillus with me, oh celebrate your joys: within a while he Shepherds and the Nymphs will all be here. See how found you are Embrace a shadow, and to leave the substance. The love of Hylas to Nerina has More Hope's then yours; though she be young and coy Yet while Nerina is, and Hylas too, One time or other, they may both have joy Some shreike much Like a woman's. But will Our Laws permit a Ravisher to live? What will he do? They that practice tricks Find them as jades, that throw they first, then kick they As his has done. He did. The message came from Thyrsis. I would thou Wertenberg, So he were safe. Thou wilt be punished one day for thy mischief. No, I have herd that Stellam was with child By thee, and thou must father it. How then? You' have courted all; who is it that Mirtillus Has not professed to love? You had ill luck, it seems, 'twas not your fault. Oh Mirtillus, Grey hairs have put the wilder thoughts of love Out of my head; cold blood and frozen limbs, Fright all those heats away, in place of which Discretion and sobriety should come. They dote, Mirtillus, give it the right name; In old men's bloods Cupid does quench his flames. But as we go, I'll tell thee, not to love At all is best; but if you needs must love, Love one, and seek no further, thou wilt find Enough of her, if once she prove unkind.
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…