SILANA

Oh my affrighted soul art thou there sweet Then am I safe; was but a dream I see, A waking walking in my sleep wherein, Me thought I saw near to a River side, Two lovely Turtles fit, Like morn in May, Adorned with all the glories of the Spring, Their loves to either seemed to sympathise, And with such sober chastity connex, That their two hearts (as true loves ever should, Like fire and heat inseperate a Like) Showed Like the splendour of a heart that lived In sacred flames; in unextinguished flames Of chased desires, free from the tainted spot Of pe ulent dalliance, till temptations snare Appeared Parthenope Like; that with her charms Worked so effectual on the Turtle Male, He (Like Troy, firebrand, falsely that forsook Unpitied Oenon ) not alone content, Alone forlorn, t'abjure his lovely mate, But back returned his black intents to further, And to the height of lust he added murder The very thought seemed daggers to my breast, That with the fear I waked. Light of my life how's that? She; nay then. Is there then no hope, No comfort, no remorse; must I depart Where I shall never see thy face again, Never behold those joys, which Hymen's Rites Were wont to crown with true loves flames, Is there no remedy. Farewell vain world, my life is such a toy, I will not with to live, t'abate thee joy. Yet ere I go, grant this one courtesy, It's the last kindness you shall ever give, Place gainst my heart thy deadly pointed steel, So, now farewell; death is for me most meet, Strike sure and home, I do forgive thee sweet. Is't possible, Betwixt fear and hope struck through with deep amaze I waver doubtful. Kill, Oh kill me rather. Be not far crueler to thy self then death To put to hazard on so slight a ground Thy life for mine; I know the Emp'resse That if least notice of my life she hear, Not ireful Nemesis in swift revenge Could be more speedy. Though you had struck my body f ll of wounnds And I survive, m fierce revenge should he Good against ill, how to preserve your life. Must, must, Oh wretched word oh Mischievous command; must we partly. Blessings Like drops of rain shower on thy soul, Oh that I might partly dying in thine arms. Farewell. Stay, Oh stay, And take me with thee up to mercies seat, For when we are there I know, we shall not Partly thus; Oh he is gone; the strings of life Are cracked; I'll not outlive thee, no; thy lose Most noble husband, uva S my soul the way To her eternal rest, break heart, swell grief, And mount me to my love; I need not I, The burning coals of Portia, Lucrece knife, One kiss wilt do't, thus ends Syllana's life. Die. Hold, hold, for pity hold. Oh my deer husband, lint hearted Caesar, Was not this husband wrought by the Circean Charms of thy she devil; she, she hath been, The fatal Engine of my husbands sin, She from my heart hath torn away this pearl More precious then the world, Oh my deer love, I do beseech thee to bear up in death, Shoot thy pale looks through my afflicted soul, Whose sighs and tears & prayers knit up in groans Ascend you starry globe unto the Gods. The good good Gods to pardon thee my love.