PYROCLES

This my Lord Exceeds all merit here, it was the bliss I aimed-at-games at to be acquainted with your goodness I am your humble servant Good my Lord. Sir your grace Is pleasantly disposed to make my person The subject of your mirth You make me blush to hear you Give me leave to tell you You are not modest if I understand you A King give breath to such foul thoughts, Your every Actium should be a star To guide your Subject's, if you lose your piety What wickedness have they not heence for If the devotion of your service be To such a friend as Lust (as what name else Can it deserve) let those whose hearts are lost In sin be tempted to dishonour, I Abhor the thought, pardon me royal sir I hope these are but trials, if I thought There had been such a levity in men Thus to provoke you That name sounds all my comfort, and I must Despair to tell her so, I was to blame To be so peremptory, would I were again; To shape my answer Sir If you brought no offence there needs none sir I must suppose your love, love is noble chaste You can express them. Choose another to speak them for you And yet I want and or at or to tell you What I would say, how ere I seem Theres something wants a tongue, but for your passion I should not think they would carry so much discord To any virgin care delivered by a woman There is a Way to meet a gentle audience. At least not harsh disdain, did your fair daughter Philo lea the volume of all sweetness Plead half your suit, although it borderd on Something not altogether just, her tongue Might perchance guide it, but I am confident Your ends are noble I wait a servant to your commands Come sweetest of thy sex I kiss your white hand, Dwell here for ever I am now but one degree from heaven, You are all goodness, o that I durst but give Some liberty to my imprisoned thoughts Pardon me that am her trouble rather Forbid it heaven I attend Thou art cruel. To and innocent bosom love, there is no way Within thy power to save me, o Philoclea Where shall I cool my heart, o if there be One shaft can kill, good Cupid aim at me. What miserable accident brought her? Madam I hope you'll pardon The trespass of a rude hand and voice, I meant not This for your curious care It was no light air I'm sure I have no servant. How Madam I am not worthy Disguise Your discourse appears. Strange to me Madam. Madam what dee mean? Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses. Your rival I am lost In the same minute I am found, I prithee Do not forsake me heart, I never had More use of thee, great Queen can you forgive? This grace is worth more then Zelmane, and yet I Have nothing but my self to give you for it A small but free gift, bestow me as you please But me must be wise It were not safe to be observe,ed stand I Discovered to none else? Still your servant I cannot rule my eyes they will betray My cunning to Gynecia if she go not Hence quickly First let me give my life Up to these lips, and take a new one from This kiss, o deer Philoclea contain All other breath I know thy father's mind Already, and must now beseech thy patience To a short story which I must deliver Or die before thee, if it be within My destiny to be condemned by you At least know whom you sentence; I am Cannot your eyes discover me, have I a shroud To hide me from Philoclea? did the kiss I gave thee last convey no secret to thee? There was a spirit in my lip assured me. To save the tedious trouble of my language. I herd it whisper something, did it not? I would be fraine undone You wonot understand me yet Philoclea Then I'll undo my self, I am not what I seem Zelmane; but— I have told you all the worst If it be no offence to name a prince Whose memory your own breath oft hath sweetened I dare be called Pyroclos of Macedon Transformed by loving your fair self to this Feminine shape, if now I have not sinned Above forgiveness. She must not leave me thus But she returns My Lord I see you can use the advantage And I did arm you against my self; I did not Think when I advised you make Philoclea Your advocate, she could so much have won Upon me, but my counsel has betrayed me, Pray think me not immodest, if my words Do fallen too rudely from me, your fair daughter Whose tongue would lay a charm upon the gods, Hath gained all this. Beshrew your haste Of what? You are to violent my Lord, I shall Repent my freedom, if you give no limit To your desires, if you do love your servant, Husband your flame that it may last Poor winter, This will be strange. A score of hairs you mean: 'tis molting time Contain your self a while, you have A jealous queen, and yet it goes against my Conscience To wrong so sweet a Lady, pray my Lord Think better ont I'll give you notice in some evening I imagine sir the rest but do not come till I desire you I hope you do not Conclude me impudent that I incline To do this for you, by my Hope's of a blessed Eternity nor love nor lust ere tempted My thoughts to yield thus much to any man Be careful of my honour. Philoclea mine How is't deer Cozen I joy in thy success, pray thou for mine. Barborous Villains Where is Philoclea You alone my Lord, were and army against such reeling vallors, I did not think you could would bestirred your self so well How I see your passion are the same and I This might resolve to wait for you in the Cave If you when your Gynecia is a bed And fast a sleep, (be sure of that) will please To put your self to a short travel, I Shall not express your welcome, but Rarely, how love will prompt his votary The King suspects not what we purpose I smiled to see it Stay, oath sudden I would thought upon a way Blessed blessed minute. You shan'ot go to bed God Genius I will not trust our work to fortune if You should want cunning in your passion Or he should wake unhappily and find You absent, all were lost, to prevent this You shall not come to me if there be danger It's fit I be exposed I'll take your place And disarray me for Basilius bed. De'e mark, muffled up for your supposed Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit Dulness, and when his senses are chained up In sleep, I will come down tooth cave to you But take my mantle if any of Dametas People meet you Haste to the Cave, expect, Your servants visit If there were any treason meant against Philoclea her prayers were vainly offered, Since h r own innocence is protection As powerful as the Gods, I bring no horror To fright your blood, dee not know me Lady I was Zelmane, I have been So watched by your Jealous mother But I forget To make fast the doors If I could bar all the air out saving what Your breath should draw, for should I live by that You would not chide my care If you cannot forgive me punish pray This rudeness with my death; I prostrate to Your feet my sword, and call you to my breast To meet your anger, at this distance beg I may behold you, but when you shall find In the dissection of my heart, whose name Hath filled it, and with what religion there My thoughts adore your memory, too late It may invite your tears, can fair Philoclea Think I have a soul that dare be wicked to her? Such looks would charm a ravisher, and throw Ice through a Satires blood, but a man chaste Already it draws up to the simplicity And nature of and Angel, o Philoclea I am so far from being ill my self In such a sensual way, that although time And this fair opportunity might tempt And excuse wanton heat, I should repent Forget to, love your self, if you but with One thought so treacherous to your virgin honour Should give consent to enjoy you, it hath snow Upon my blood Philoclea, whose flowings Are Chaste as Crystal: dare you trust me yet To kiss your hand, my lips shall gently touch it Nor will I leave a breath to stain the whiteness Pray be not fearful. When it sounds lustfully Your hate, a punishment next the wrath of heaven Strike my heart dead—be pleased to rest a little And if you dare vouch safe me to fit so near you I have much to tell you They are safe Philoclea, Let not your cheek look pale, their absence wrought For such a minute does encourage me To tell you now or never you must show There dwells a pittle in you, o look smooth On him whose life and Fortune's you may now Advance or ruin ever, if you can Remember who I am, and what your virtue Hath made me sister, think me worthy of A life, let it begin from your consent To love poor Pyrocles, it's in your power To be no more a prisoner to this rude And solitary dwelling, such a brightness Is lost in caves, extend your arm and reach A throne where seated with becoming greatness You may disperse with moving of your eye And influence beyond the stars, and quicken A world that waits to be your creature Thou Wertenberg the comfort of my sleeps I arrive too soon At my desires, gently o gently drop These joys into me, least at once let fallen I sink beneath the tempest of my blessings And you swell my heart too fast Although my soul acknowledge this a blessing Such as no service can reward enough There remains something, something which your honour May easily consent to in this absence Of both your parents whom with several promises Of my return, I have already sent To 'th Cave where they in vain this night expect me We must for sake this place, I have provided For our conveyance to my father's kingdom If after all these arguments of love You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thither, What and Ecclips Hath that veil made, it was not night till now Look if the stars have not withdrawn themselves As they had waited on her richer brightness. And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed, What world of beauty is behind that cloud But keep it still concealed, and let the creatures When they shall miss day (for the same without Thine eyes will glimmer Like a petty taper) Fear to be lost in darkness, and expect No light to follow, but from those wide flames Which heaven hath threatened to destroy the world, When thou hast frighted us renew again Our state and cure again the fainting universe One look restores all—would, Philoclea. Would, I do not Like Her senses should be snatchd away so strangely It's and ill omen, I should trespass much Gainst manners, to disturb her, beside she Did make it her request whose will is sacred, Then gently may she sleep, and yet if she Draw out this slumber to any length my Hope's Are blasted, if I lose this opportunity Of flight, no hope hereafter can relieve us We are both undone, she sleeps still, I was not Quick enough to persuade her resolution So necessary, yet look up Philoclea, No, then enjoy thy dream, and let us try The kindness of our fate, pity a harsh Found should disturb thy oft repose, I would But dare not steal a kiss for fear to wake her, And yet my loud voice may be more offensive Our souls are knit I see into one love Then it's but reason they should exercise Both the same act, why do not I sleep too The missed is fallen already, if I but dream of her My slumbers shall be happy Nothing Hark, is't not treason, my sword, my sword Is gone, we are betrayed, some thief has been Within the Chamber, yet the doors are safe would Lets see, search every where, alas Philoclea If now I must be ravished from thee, how Can there be charity enough on earth To pity me, they die but once who still Despair of bliss; but the Fares twice destroy A lover whom they kill so near his joy. Basilus dead? I was. I am not lose to answer thee Villains As you are honourable, I beseech you I'th name of sacred Justice, ere you further Proceed against our facts declare what you Determine of Philolea, who is all Innocence And most unjustly suffers, though in thought You doubt there virgin honour A Vestal? Not if I live, yet if I die it carries This comfort none hereafter shall enjoy The fair Philoclea. Palladius dost hear? My heart weeps for her Daiphantas of Licia mine In things promoted with such cunning mixture It's hard to shape a square and direct answer. My accusers sordid and malicious railing More grievous to my tender sense of honour Then death can be, I forget him A thing beneath my anger and armed with My own simplicity doubt not to assure How much my cause is injured, know Grave Judge This prince and I drawn hither by the fame Of the rare beauty's in Basilius daughters Knowing that with their parents they lived here Secluded from the world, where no access In our own persons was to be expected, Put on these forms as soonest might conduce To make our loves known: this Palladius Became so fortunate that his Princely Mistress Consented to forsake, and trust his conduct To a happier kingdom: my fortune Was not so happy, for I did not cherish A greater flame, yet modest, of Philoclea Then her weak father in my sex deceived Retained of me, that tired with his solicits I had no time to perfect my desires With his fair daughter, Till under colour of some devotions I made a cave my lodging to invite Basilius thither, with full hope to enjoy me, But this revealing to the Queen, she took My place to make the old King see his follies. In the mean time I must confess I went To bright Philoclea's Chamber hoping to Win her by all the charms of noble love To leave Arcadia; but she unhappily Obeying her own Genius gave no Consent, when in the amid of my security I know not by what means I was made prisoner. And here's the thread to guide through this labyrinth, Me thinks your man of mighty tongue should blush To have spent his rage so poorly. By all the gods I am innocent The Queen hath absolved me, as for Philoclea If you will call't a crime in that I loved her I am and shall be guilty, but had never A thought so rude to force her unstained chastity: Or if the honour of this excellent Lady Suffer it'h blind opinion of the world Our marriage not my death may cure all wounds Malice can fasten on her name. My father To prevent the dishonour of our blood If we had suffered For me I am his own and being so Disposed of by his Justice; to whom rather I hoped to have been a comfort then a shame I kiss my sentence; but you cannot place Your Kinsman in the sacrifice his mother And country plead a title he is theirs O save my princely cousin But was a counterfeit Zelmane. I am your servant ever Madam I hope I never thought that pity of another Could be a reason to betray my self But you have thoroughly charmed me, and I must Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam I am a man, and if you dare believe me A prince, I must confess beside Gynecia Since I came neither I have had some sprinkling of I know not what affection to Philoclea For how could I imagine such a blessedness From you, but if you mock not Then know I want no apprehension of what True lovers would desire, but your honour is My own, if shortly to secure they both You let me study and opportunity I'll bring your wishes home, and bless my stars That pointed me the glorious fate, we are Already interrupted Well I would thought a way Shall perfect all without suspicion There is a cave hard by which nature made Intending well to lovers, thither will I With licence of your grace pretending To exercise a few days some devotions We Amazons have obligation to At some convenient hour. You may with ease secure all at the lodge Dear Madam are you safe If there be any stars are kind to love This night shoot forth your golden heads, be thou Bright moon propitious; on all eyes that would Betray our flight, cast out a fullen missed And hide thy silver cressent in a cloud, But to our passage be a gentle goddess And borrow of thy brother yet more light The day may spare it, Musidorus is Embarked already with his Mistress, If I obtain Philoclea's consent How rudely vice becomes us, here's a Lady Whom never fame yet blemished, now the example Of Cupid's tyranny, love transforms us all And fools our understandings, I pity her Now are Basilius thoughts in motion And hurry him to the same licentiousness. There is warm snow I see, he delays time. In hope to find his Queen asleep, whose place I must assume for once, love dwells upon A cliff and all the ways to our enjoying Are difficult and ragged, But I forget, Basilius, I must Compose me for his bed, I shannot be Much troubled, good old King he wishes me Good rest I know, and secure dreams, o see Philoclea what ways I come to thee Would, what voice is that, who cries out treason? Musidorus and thy sister under guard? Will she know thee yet? A thing not worth the name, if you frown on me, a man