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In deed Charinus, I for my partly have Just cause to grieve amid these festivals, For they should have been mine. This day I should Have seen my daughter Silvia how she would Have womand it; these rites had be her grace, And she had sat in Galatea's place. And now had warmed my heart to see my blood Preserved in her; had she not been so rapt And rend from off the living as she was. But your case is not pararell with mine, You have a son, Charinus, that does live, And may one day to you Like comforts give. And did your son, my daughter love so deer? Now good Charinus, I must grieve the more, If more my heart could suffer then it does; For now I feel the horror of my deed, In having crossed the worthiest match on earth. Now I perceive why Silvia did refuse To marry with Alexis, having made A worthier choice; which o had I had grace To have foreseen, perhaps this dismal chance Never had be, and now they both had had Joy of their loves, and we the Like of them. But ah my greedy eye, viewing the large And spacious sheep-walks joining unto mine, Whereof Alexis was possessed, made me, As worldlings do, desire to marry grounds, And not affections, which have other bounds. How oft have I with threats, with promises, With all persuasions, sought to win her mind To fancy him, yet all would not prevail? How oft hath she again upon her knees With tears besought me; O deer father mine Do not enforce me to accept a man I cannot fancy: rather take from me, The life you gave me, then afflict it so. Yet all this would not altar mine intent, This was the man she must affect or none. But ah what sin was this to torture so A heart forevow'd unto a better choice, Where goodness met in one the self same point, And virtues answered in and equal joint? Sure, sure, Charinus, for this sin of mine The gods bereast me of my child, and would Not have her be, to be without her heart, Nor me take joy where I did none impart. And in that wish Charinus we are racked; But I remember now I often have Had shadowesin my sleep that figures bore Of some such liking betwixt your child and mine. And this last night a pleasing dream I had (Though dreams of joy makes wakers minds more sad) Me thought my daughter Silvia was returned In most strange fashion, and upon her knees Craves my good will for Thyrsis, otherwise She would be gone again and seen no more. I at the sighed of my deer child, was rapt With that excess of joy, as gave no time Either for me to answer her request, Or leave for sleep to figure out the rest.
Plot summary
Plot — Hymen's Triumph
Hymen has come to Arcadia incognito to promote married love; but Envy, Avarice, and Jealousy have also come to try and cross his objectives. Thyrsis mourns for his dead love Silvia, while his friend Palaemon tries to persuade him to forget her, but he has been told by the oracle that he wil] be happy again on the day he dies. Cloris sends her boy Clarindo to Thyrsis as a messenger of her unrequited love, remarking that he is rumoured to be in love with another nymph. This distresses Clarindo, who is actually Silvia: though deemed dead, she was in fact abducted by pirates, and has now returned in disguise in order to avoid a forced marriage to her father's preferred suitor (who is now to marry another woman). Meanwhile Phyllis, who once scorned love, has fallen in love with ‘Clarindo’. Her encounter with the ‘boy’ is witnessed by Montanus, who loves her, but when he jealously confronts her, he is persuaded that his eyes deceived him; as penance, he is asked to frighten the ‘boy’. Having witnessed Thyrsis’ grief, Silvia plans to reveal her true identity to him. First she leaves a message carved on a tree, then, at his request, tells him a story based on her own life: how one Sulia, beloved by Syrthis, was taken by pirates, entered the service of the pirate captain’s wife in Egypt dressed as a boy, and after two years was rescued and brought home by Corinthian merchants. Montanus stabs her, and is arrested; Thyrsis, tending to the body, realizes her identity and determines to die with her, but both lovers are restored to life by the medical skill of Lamia.