SELINA

And yet your love is from your heart I'll warrant. Well sir, I know you have Rhetoric, but I Can without art give you a final answer. You're over-weak to let your passion sway you: If I knew any thing I had of yours, I would not do you that injustice, sir, To let it stay with me, and for your love I cannot pay it back again with mine, Either release the debt, or I shall die in't, Your suit is fruitless, hopeless, pardon me, farewell. Brother, you forget your self. Must? My duty, sir, shall speak it. Young Infortunio. Sir, I have often herd you talk of her, But never knew that sister well. I humbly thank you. Dear father, low as earth I tender you The duty of a daughter, I have herd you Not with a careless ear, that liberty You have bestowed on me, for which I owe All that I am, does make me confident You will not be offended, if I tell you My love is virtuous, were it otherwise, I should elect as you premonish youth, And prodigal blood: And father, I think here I show my self your daughter, nor am I Without good president too: how many fine Young noble Ladies, in this Faiëry I'll, Have matched with reverend age? and live as they Were born from Nature's purity, free from stain Of sensual imputation, by their Loves, Deriving heavenly honours to themselves Above merit of equality. I would not leave Rufaldo for a world Of rash untemperate youth, believe it sir. With what agility he moves himself, As he were made of air? let weakness tax Our inequality, I have a mind Can easily contemn what the world's malice Out of its own first guiltiness can throw Upon our loves, it shall be enough for me Thus to convince the world of so much baseness, Lodged in luxurious thoughts, by my chased thoughts. Rufaldo, thou art mine, all time, me thinks Is slow, till we be actually possessed Of mutual enjoying. Stay, who's this The Welshman that delivers his affection At second hand to me. Sir, I am bound to you for the affection You cast on me, it's far above my merit. Love you, sir? I know not How to be so inhumane, not to love you, Your parts deserve a nobler object, I am not Worthy so much opinion of your love, But wherein I may do you service sir, You shall command Selina. Thus far I have passed without discovery: the mor ning is auspicious to my flight. Selina, what and alteration hath a day made in thee, that to prevent thy so desired marriage, thou art thus lost in a masculine habit, and dost fly him? thou didst so much love aged Rufaldo, in what a Le thargy Wertenberg thou fallen, Selina? Whither had reason so withdrawn it self? I could not make distinction of a man, From such a heap of age, aches and rheum: Sure I was mad, and does increase my fury, To think with what a violence I ran To embrace such rottenness. Oh, my guilty soul Does feel the punishment of the injury I did to Infortunio of late, Of whom as I despair, so shall the world, Ever to know again hapless Selina. This is the morn the sacred Rites should tie Me to Rufaldo, ripe in expectation, But Like Ixion he shall grasp a Cloud, My empty clothes at home, Selina thus Is turned a Shepherd, and will try her fortune; Hard by the Shepherds have their shady dwellings, There let Selina end her hapless days, Father and all farewell. Thus as Felice My other Sister, I'll wear out my life, Far from your knowledge: sacred love commands Revenge and justice for my cruelty, And reason's now awaked shall led me to it, Thus I am safe, I go to find out that, Will meet me every where, a joust sad fate. I had thought the woods and such wild groves as these, Had been the house of rapine, and could not Afford humanity, beasts, and men Like them, Are wont to make such places desolate: Did Nature make you thus at first, and are We that have Cities, house, and Civil Laws More rude then you? or hath all virtue chosen You as divine earth to dwell upon? Shepherdess, indeed I am in love With your wild Kingdom here, and would not be A King abroad, if I might be a subject With such fair Nymphs as you. No more, good Shepherds, you undo a boy With the opinion of his happiness: If a few Jewels I have brought with me, May find acceptance here, I shall bestow them As freely as your loves have fallen on me. Nay then, I'll force they on you, I have left To purchase a Flock with you. But Shepherdess, or sister if thou wilt, O would thou Wertenberg, I prithee call me brother, Hath Love a partly among you, tell me pray, What punishment inflict you on false love? But sure you are exempt from such A misery: what then Is her reward, that out of peevishness Contemnes the honest passion of her Lover, Insults upon his virtue, and does place Unworthily her affection? O, is there not within the power of Art, How to restore this Gentleman? He will be worthy of your care herein, And should he be, which I cannot imagine, Ingrateful to your skill, I would reward it, And call you mother, or my sister for it. Indeed he is the dearest friend I had: And if my blood were powerful to restore him, Idem spend it Like a prodigal. I know Selina. Come, I will fetch Selina to you, if you will sleep. But you said you would sleep: when slept you last? A thousand blessings on you. Come, sir, go with me, and when you have slept, I'll fetch Salina to you. Will you go with me? O, stay: that brought Infortunio hither, You have now told your self, distraction brought you. You owe this Shepherdess for your restore, Whose skill heaven made so happy. This Lad can tell you that, better then I, But if his sorrow will not let his tongue Deliver it, I'll tell you sir; you were in love. Sir, you remember her too well, unless She would deserve it better. Why should you be so passionate? let once reason so late recovered, teach you love your self, reserved for nobler fortune. Do you believe him sir? Be not dejected, sir, you have a fate Does smile upon you, I have a little skill. In that this Gentleman seemed to have some knowledge, I must needs cross his judgement, and pronounce You are more happy. Let not ought your soul annoy, You that virgin shall emoy, That you first loved, who does wait To make your wishes fortunate, And ere Sun twice declines to West, You may be with marriage blessed. Then with one Argument I can easily Take off your wonders, look on thy Selina, That on the wedding morn, forsook Rufaldo, Touched with a sense of thy indignities, Thus to obscure me from all curious search And inquisition, but not hoping ever To be made thine, now if true love maintain The opinion you pretend, thus in your arms I pour my self. Shall I not be believed then for my self? am I refum said now? Since then you put me, sir, to prove my self, let me not be lost, I will not call you what I desire, nor name you sister: give me leave to find my self, I know not where I am yet: my brother Antonio gone? what fury hath assumed Selina's shape? I have it, my Bother lost: I'll send a shepherd in Antonio's name, To invite my Father hither, and that Incubus. I vow not to forsake these Plains, till I Possess my self, or be rejected quite, Suspend thy passion then awhile, Selina, To morrow is the Shepherds Holiday, Which they solemnize with rural pleasures, It'll draw them sooner: would, are they gone? I will not leave they, with this thread I shall Tread over the Labyrinth, and discover all. Fair Nymph, vouchsafe the honour to dance with me. We know you are Selina. You are a thief. You have robbed Selina. Antonio. I am Selina by my Hope's of heaven. I have no brother but Antonio. If thou be'st Antonio, what made thee assume my habit? He's here, and with him Gasparo and my sister the lost Felice. Keep your face constant: the Music calls. I am Selina, sir. As I to be possessed By Infortunio here. He does appear With all the charms of love upon his eye, And not rough drawn, but polished, he assumes A power above all resistance. Must? but I do not see any necessity that I should love you, I do confess you are a proper man. can see this br st you of so? Then you confess your love is cold as yet, And Winter's in you heart. Rufaldo, sir, and old man. Infortunio?