MUSIDORUS

My dearest Mopsa I know not At what expense of Fortune's were I able I should be willing to make purchase of you But I'm sure you have already cost my heart And yet I find yours made of Marble Which neither pity nor my prayers can soften, Sweet Madam plead for me, one gracious word From you would make me happy, let one beam Shoot from your eye, and it will strike a spring Into that frozen piece of earth, and make it A bower for love to spo in, it's in you To unarm her noble heart, there's too much steel And gentle love in vain attempts to fasten The softer blows. Why should you be so cruel, nature made Your face the only object of men wonder Is't possible there can be a soul so hard So unrelenting dwell in that fair body? If you knew the truth of my affection and with what Religion it looks upon your virtues. IT would teach your eye compassion, gracious princess Let the distressed Dorus gain this mercy From you that with the blessedness of your White hand reaching to Mopsa this poor toy Which late I found my love may cherish hope At last to be accepted The true emblem of my loves pace which looks another way To that it moves, she cannot but distinguish Whither I would direct my heart, her eyes Are fixed upon't, and my poor soul could here Stargaze for ever She has no apprehension, with what A calm and careless temper does she give it I was careful in my duty. Following the blow I found it. Your humble servant O my deer Pyrocles Never till now could you salute me happy The gods have been propitious There's nothing wants to make me perfect blessed But to hear thee pronounce thy love as fortunate The envious clouds which interpose themselves Like a dark Curtain over Pamela's face. Are drawn away and I enjoy her smile She does believe my proofs, sweetly excusing Her long neglect, and promises as much As I dare ask: sheel' trust me with her person I want but opportunity to deceive Our waking Dragons;—and in good time Dametas. Away you shall know all my fate hereafter, Whither were I best to tell the King ont first or seek out Dametas, he'll never be able to spend it, there may be gold Enough to purchase half Arcadia I'll seek him out at all adventures; o S r, pray is this Gold—and this and this? You shall hear more hereafter Did you never hear of one Aristomines? Was he rich It's so, belike he there had all his treasure You are my Master and may be my Father Well I see it was ordained to make you rich In duty I'll discover it, and yet— Well—sitting beneath and oak that shall be nameless I chanced to turn up some turff with my mole-spade I saw a yellow brightness peeping out oth' ground, which when I came to examine I pr v'd this mettle, I this was the first, you're sure it's gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these will do you any pleasure, or twenty more Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been Long buried, these it seems were scattered when the rest Went to the pithole. No but if you please to furnish me with tools I'll try The bottom; I dug till I came to a stone, whose inscription Promised something worth a men labour Melodiously a golden tune For Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know The oak where you first met me On the right side of that same spreading tree Lies all this riches As I hope to be deer Mopsa's husba worser, I'll get strong tools And bring you better proof I know my duty sir and cannot think The gods had ere a lotted my free mind To serve you but for some strange end I mean to do it doubly I mean with double care I hope so to Load a horse with tools sir Hooks and ladders. Ropes and daggers; yowl have no help It were but charity to tell her on't, little does my Mistress Think what a flesh fly my Master is, Though she be a little stricken in years she is handsome enough For as good a man as Dametas, and he to run neighing A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse For him, it's not right. What forsooth What mean you forsooth, Claps up another betwixt the—a would mistress mistress but you say you overheard, and therefore if you know whither he is gone you may come two hours hence time enough to prevent the blow. With father's mark and mother's mark, and every mark about her Be more charitable What is Charita to me, I know you herd him name her. I will discharge my conscience and yet if you over herd us without my telling, you know where he appointed to meet her this evening at Mantinaea at her father's in Ondemi on street, I do not betray him now if you provide so happily to take em at it mistress at it. Saddle your mare. I have given her the Bells' and she will fly to the de will —here comes the tother I would given her physic already fit for her constitution and now it works. To my wish it works She has spied me What will my Mopsa say when she has climbed The tree of happiness? Upon some falling out I told you Jupiter threw Apollo out of heaven and his deity taken away he was feign to live upon the earth and keep Admetas Cattle, in the time of his service being sent to fetch abreede of beasts out of Arcadia, in this very desert he grew faint and weary; and would needs rest himself in the boughs of and Ashen tree. Apollo in that tree calling to mind his quarrel with Jupiter became very sorrowful, and pitifully complaining to his father, asking him mercy for having offended him was from that tree received into his golden sphere, and made a God again Having the perfect nature of a God Never to be ingrateful he then granted A double life to Admetas, and because That tree was chapel of his happy prayers To it he gave this quality That whosoever sat down in that tree In Like estate and sort as he did then Should forthwith have there their wish The king understood thus much by Oracle; and tried himself but being neither herdsman as then Apollo was, nor of the raze which is necessary, delivered this secret to your father but made him swear to wish by his direction; for his own be fit Dametas told it me, and is now gone to furnish himself with a scarlet Cloak for in that he must be muffled just as Apollo was, I might now prevent'em all and be king my self, but what have I to wish more then the love of Mopsa which since without more charming force you yield me; I'll fit you with a cloak and then wish what you will your self This is the Tree Best lose no time You must be muffled in the cloak, so now remember your instructions, make first your invocation to Apollo as I told you, which being done, employ your mind withal devotion to his deity, until you hear a voice call three times on you by your name, though you should think your father mother Pamela or my self talk to you answer not they are spirits that would delude. Hold there and youl' be happy Your invocation. She has done her invocation She shall hear us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, sheel not believe us, thou lovely bird Madge howlet See Dorus and Pamela both are here While old Dametas Miso, and their deer Daughter are straggled forth, they both together Are taking now their flight, and who knows whither If thou canst find a tongue to tell Dametas, Make known unto his wisdom he is gulled Take courage Madam the way lies fair before us And abarque already prepared cries come a bour'd Farewell Howlet The heat betrays The Sun is angry Madam to see you Whose brightness takes all wonder from his shine And leave him a pale star. Are you not weary Madam It were not simple theft but Sacrilege To rob you of one peaceful thought, if any Service already have obtained so much Trust I am so familiar with mine own Desires, that hereafter I'll deserve to keep Your fair opinion of me, lust could never Intrude himself a guest here, I should not Love mine own eyes, had they been but tempted To see and unchaste picture with delight Nothing, the birds are dancing on the leaves Called neither by the music of your tongue Those that are silent do but listen to Your voice to mend their singing It is your fear Shall I tell Pamela It is the wind that would Steal through the boughs to give you more refreshing Whom the trees envy, I do hear it murmer To be kept from your lips which it would kiss And mixing with your breath catch odours thence Enough to sweeten all the wood, there can No other danger enter here Would, villains, y'ad better lay violent hands Upon your mother's Hold hear me But thy life,—as you are men but hear me Alas she is my wife My soul's divided, shall I venture her? Hold and take my sword But swear by some religion you will use No violence to her Set her at liberty And use what cruelty you please on me Kill me, and I'll forgive you. I see there's pity in you, if your wants Council you to this sinful trade, we both Will freely give our wealth, we have some Jewels Of value to redeem you all, and make You rich if you dare first be so in goodness And exercise no tyranny upon Our bodies, what a misery it is Such spirits as you are should not have Fortune's High as your thoughts, when every dunghill fellow Surfeits with honours and estates, and vomits In Taverns what would keep your families, But it's the times disease, when merit thus Disgraced and unrewarded by the state Makes Subject's desperate I prithee take my clothes, would they were rich And worth your pillage, and will serve me Perhaps for some offences you are banished Your houses and estates Alas good men, I do presume you, would not have killed the King in any malice to him Yet let him hear well of you, and though Necessity compel you to be thieves, Be honest thieves and ravish no body. And this report arriving at his ears It inclines him to have pity on you And call you to his favour O, my Pamela. We are lost again At our return I'll join with her Dare you go to the King without a pardon Rather go with us, and, as I am— I am—I know not Villains and Rebels. Pyrocles and Philoclea prisoners too? Slain You are transported Philonax But that I have compassion for the death Of that good King I could laugh at thee. You lives shall dearly answer this. We must obey the tyrant, were our hands At liberty, and armed with our good swords We should not off so tamely. Unfortunate Lady, Mine Palladius of Iberia. Not for thy sake who in this misery Hast only merited to be my scorn But for the truth I answer, pardon sir If passion make me not remember language That should become this place, this ill tongued man That with such vehemence accuseth thus Is himself guilty. Of a more hateful vice, ingratitude. Is this the payment for our services Which once thy tongue acknowledged had desev'd Statues to the eternal memory Of the preservers of your King and Country? Is all the vallor of this young man canceled When Rebels had advanced their daring swords High as the throat of your old King, his wife And trembling daughters, is the time forgotten When wild beasts had prepared their riotous maws To bury the deer pledges of your kingdom? O where had been my treason or his rape Had they been then devoured? the ground has not Drunk up the blood so perfectly, but there Remains a colour to teach impious men To blush for their ingratitude, have we Been careless of our lives to preserve The King when danger threatend horror to him And can a temperate man imagine we Should be his murderers, we had not saved To be our selves the hangmen? but I'm charged For stealing of your Princess, can your breathes Acknowledge her your Sovereign, and allow No faith to what she says, you have degraded My blood from honour, and unless you make me Less then her subject I was bound to obey When she commanded I should wait upon her, But you'll object I counseled her, I did And justify the act, she was confined Too narrowly, and I durst lead her to A throne above the Majesty her birth Can challenge in Arcadia, love whose force The gods have not resisted may plead for me. Though it want method'tis enough to vindicate My honour from his base aspersion. My servant Calodoulus by thy duty Reveal us not. It's Evarchus thy father Pyrocles, my uncle king of Macedon, all ye gods, my heart is extaside with joy. We dream, is this thy father Pyrocles? It's most tyrannical he is thy son. Thou wot not be a murderer of thy own? Make not thy name hated of all the world When it shall say hereafter Pyrocles Had no fault in him but he was thy son. Though your servant Doru Divinest Mistress Never was day so full of happy change Go thy ways for the Lord a'th soil Theres one block out a'th way the golden fly, Has caught this trowte, my jealous Mistress I Hope she over herd not It's a severe sentence.