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Fear not Virgin; here is some Nature's monster; Villain, why Does thy flame now burn so high? Will no other serve thy turn To quench the heats that in thee burn, But so fair a soul as she? Villain hence, or else I'll be Lustful shep. gazes on him, then runs in. Thy Butcher. First unto Heaven fair Creature; next to me A poor unworthy Shepherd. A thousand thanks reward you Pan be my guide, and thou fair Gloriana, Whose beauty has encinder'd my poor heart Almost to nothing this day; thou shalt find Thou hast a power above our humane kind. How much I grieve fair Shepherdess, my Fa Will not allow me such a just proportion, To render thee, as thy deserts have merited From me. To starve your Hope's from further prosecution in this suit. Know I've already fixed my resolution To love none but fair Gloriana, she Is the Commandress of my life, and Fortune's: So much I pity you, that I could wish I had two hearts, that you might share in one As a just recompense for your love, but why do I Entertain such frivolous unnecessary talk. May you live happy, and enjoy as rare, And constant Shepherd as your self is fair. Exit. Dearest Love, fair as the Eastern morn, When with her Summer's robe she decks the Plains, And hangs on every bush a liquid pearl, In Mayes triumphing month sweet as the air, The Phoenix does expire in, fit while I play The cunning Thief, and steal thy heart away, And thou shalt stand as Judge to censure me, To recompense thy lose I must agree; To give my heart, which being understood, It's but exchange, I keep your heart, you mine. O, you must not blush! you spoil the jest on't, I'll span thy Waste, and do as Wantons use; I'll be Adonis, but will not refuse. Modesty allows such undefiled mixtures. Ah! where are my eyes? what cursed unruly winds Have blown they out, and in their stead placed these base counterfeits! O you Deities? you are unjust to suffer this? If these eyes be my own may they be blasted, that without my Licence Durst see this object: but yet let reason Sway my passion. Why do I wish a mischief on my self That must see their destruction? I have long Suspected him by reason of her Necios, And the continual scorn dwelled on her brow When I did proffer love, were I provided I'ld rush upon they, and from his base arms Snatch the false Girl, but I'll stand secure A while and overhear they. Durst see this object: but yet let reason Sway my passion. Why do I wish a mischief on my self That must see their destruction? I have long Suspected him by reason of her Necios, And the continual scorn dwelled on her brow When I did proffer love, were I provided I'ld rush upon they, and from his base arms Snatch the false Girl, but I'll stand secure A while and overhear they. Thinks Gloriana That Time is lost that's spent with her Lysander Nay, now you mock me; but I hope ever long We shall with more security enjoy What our hearts wish for. Where shall we next meet? I will not fail. How blessed are we, that Fortune hath So much befriended us in this happy? Convenient opportunity? So sits the pride of Nature to outvie Each glorious Beauty of the checkered field, And Flora's richest Wardrobe. A kiss is more than I can merit. Will you sing. Put it to the trial, You shall not lose your labour. Yet thy breath to me does yield More fragrant sents than all the field. Give me one, I'll give thee three. Thus in harmless sport we may, Pass all idle hours away. Y'ave sung me most a sleep, my eyes are dull and heavy, Faith I must make thy lap my pillow. How fares my Gloriana? I have had Strange thoughts that would have dispossessed Me of my rest, had I not took it here On your sacred lap. Are you but men, and dare do this? Religious Matron, from your divine hand I have received my life next to heavens providence: Sure my wounds were not desperate, or else Some Angel did afford a sovereign Balsome To cure they in such and instant: but howsoever, I must ascribe it to your pious care: For which I owe you more than I can pay, Unless it be my life. But Florida, Did you never hear of your Cliton since? Thou wilt endear me to thee then, about it. Never. If you will with me, I 'le promise you, you shall see your Cliton: W'are almost at his Cell, where he do's waste Himself away with grief, thinking you are A Citizen in Heaven, and that wrong He did you, has so defiled his soul, It cannot be purged off but by such penitence. How? Friends, we are happy made, Fortune and Love reserved these blisses to crown the end of things. I'm blessed in my Gloriana. What a distemper's this? I apprehend his gilded: shepherd, fear not; your hate grew not to such desperate effects as you expected. Feel, I live and breath! These shall witness it. With a true heart. And what's that? Then I am that Pisander that left the Court, to gain thy Daughters love by the name of Lysander. Scrub, dost thou know me now? Francisco ! thou cloyest me with joy. Embrace. She's mine now Sir, is she not? Give me one, I'll give thee three. Thus in harmless sport we may, Pass all idle hours away. — if you love or no? Let us put wings to our pursuit to find her; And first we'll search his Cell.
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.