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My favours friend is passed, and you have tasted So much of my poor bounty, that it's wasted. For ever I hope, would I could prophesy, And be effectual; it should be so. Yet Father let us go, that w May know who gained the victory. Exeunt. Because Dame Nature, pox of all her tricks, Has not dealt so well with me as she ought, Making me but a lump of roughhewn stuff, The pettish Wenches will not play with me, Nor tick nor toy, and cause I'm apt for sport: How ever I'm formed, I've put on this disguise, To fright the baggages, when getting some betwixt these my arms, 'le force they to my will, Yet pass unknown. Thus I my senses fill. What noise is yond? Content my Love thus, she would court thee, And thus and thus shee'd play a Wantons partly: Do I not blush Adonis. Kiss him. Nay fie, you stray beyond your limits. It's time to partly, w'ave dallied Time too long. Lysander, will you walk? I could Lysander. (Might it not stain my Maiden-years) live only By gazing on thy Beauty. In this very place to morrow be sure you meet. It's and unaccustomed favour, And we ought in duty to acknowledge A thankfulness for it. I perceive Y'ave practised long in flattering Rules of love. What will reward you? And you'll give me another for my pains. Fit while I do gather flowers, And depopulate the Bowers. Here's a kiss will come to thee; Hark, hark how fine The Birds do chime, And pretty Philomel Her moan does tell. Then pity, pity love, and all is well. Here's the Violet, Pink, and Rose, The sweetest breathings for the nose. Love cares not for flowers or toys, Play games for your apish Boys. Nor superstition For his condition Is for to know Then answer, love I or no. But yet me thinks that face should be The Model of true constancy: Therefore no reason have I, To suspect thy loyalty, Here's another kiss for thee. Hark, hark how fine The Birds do chime, And pretty Philomel, Her moan does tell Then pity, pity Love, and all is well. Repose thy gentle head on't. Alas! I'm heavy too, and must obey my destiny. Sleep. Sleep on, sleep on, For we have so decreed, That thou must bleed: Sleep on, sleep on, And mayest thou never rise, For blood the shepherd cries. Sleep on, sleep on. Exeunt. Lysander, where art? Lord how my fancy's troubled! Ah me Lysander, what means these sad spectacles Both life and death: how can that be? I've herd that voice ever now Afford more milder language. O spare Lysander, sheath your swords in me. O Lysander ! Stay, stay, let me but breath my last Upon her lips, and I'll forgive this Butchery. Cowards, Villains, Miscreants, have you left me? But o my fairest, whither art thou fled? Fear has made pale those cheeks that were so read. I'll follow thee: they shall not dare to touch The least hem of thy garments. But o, I faint; And must surrender up to earth that partly I took from her. Gloriana, o Gloriana! Would, would, would, what, are you Lysander? what, with that beard there's a great beard indeed: hark you Fryer Tuck, do you see you handsome shepherd Lysander? Why did you say he was dead? Do you see where he does stand, With a Crossbow in his hand. I will follow thee my Dear, Though the Goblins keepeth there. Why do you hold me old man? insooth you shall not. hall I indeed now? My Lysander's word suffices for us both.
Plot summary
Plot — Love Crowns the End
Three days before the start of the action, Cliton became suspicious that his girlfriend Florida was interested in Lysander, and attacked her, leaving her for dead. Since then he has repeatedly returned to the place he left her body, but it has vanished. Looking for a lost lamb, Alexis finds Cliton asleep, hears his story, and decides that he must spend the rest of his life expiating the murder in contrition and penitence. A lustful shepherd, who is so ugly that he cannot get a date, threatens to rape Chloe, but she is rescued by Lysander. She falls in love with him, but he is only interested in Gloriana: having been loved by many, Chloe is now rejected by the man she loves. She goes mad, but the wood-nymphs find her and take her to Claudia, who cures her. Francisco, Lysander’s rival for Gloriana’s love, ambushes the couple with the assistance of two villains; they stab Lysander and carry off Gloriana. Lysander is found groaning by Claudia and Florida, who was not killed as Cliton supposed; Claudia cures him. Meanwhile Gloriana, thinking him dead, goes mad. She meets Cliton, now a hermit, who promises to restore her to Lysander. The characters gravitate towards Cliton’s cell, where Gloriana and Lysander are reunited, as are Cliton and Florida. Gloriana’s father Leon turns out to be a banished courtier; Lysander and Francisco both followed him into exile for the love of Gloriana. The servant Scrub brings news that the Duke who banished Leon has died, and that his lands are to be restored. Francisco concedes Lysander’s victory.