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Scen. 6.
Perindus, Pas.Per.
Atyches?
Pas.
No: Pas.
Per.
If thou seest Atyches, send him hither friend;
Exit Pas.
Of all the plagues that torture soules in hell,
Tantale, thy punishment doth most excell.
For present goods, thy euill most expresse,
Making thee vnhappy in thy happinesse.
I see, and may enioy what more torments me.
My life then loue, I rather would forsake,
Yet for my life, my loue I dare not take.
Glaucilla, couldst thou see this wretched brest,
What torments in it neuer resting rest,
Whom now thou thinkst the cause of all thy greeuing,
Then thou wouldst iudge the wretchedst creature liuing.
She's here.
Enter Glaucilla.
Glau.
Perindus, whither goest thou? the day's enough
To shew thy scorne, the night was made for rest.
For shame if not for loue, let night relieue me:
Take not that from mee, which thou wilt not giue me.
Knowst thou this place? euen here thou first didst vow,
Which I beleeue, and still me thinkes euen now
Cannot vnbeleeu't, that when thy constant heart,
From his first onely vowed loue should start,
These wauing seas should stand, whose rocks remoue,
Per.
Fa, la, la, fa, la, la, lah.
Glau.
O dancing leuity, you steady rocks,
Still stand you still? his fayth he lightly mocks.
Yee fleeting waues, why doe you neuer stand?
His words, his loue, his oathes, are writ in sand.
In rocks and seas I finde more sense and louing,
The rocke lesse hard then he, the sealesse mouing.
Per.
Didst neuer see the rockes in sayling moue?
Glau.
Not moue, but seeme to moue.
Per.
My picture right.
Glau.
What says Perindus?
Per.
Ha, ha, he, how scuruily griefe laughs!
Glau.
Perindus, by all the vowes I here coniure thee,
The vow that on thy soule thou didst assure me,
Tell me why thus my loue thou false refusest?
Why me thy fayth thy selfe thou thus deceiuest?
Per.
Ay me.
Glau.
How fares my loue?
Ah Glaucilla.
Glau.
I know thou canst not hate me.
Per.
I cannot hate, but laugh, and dance and sport,
This is not hate, Glaucilla, 'tis not hate.
Glau.
Canst thou Perindus thus delude me?
I'ue liu'd enough, farewell: thou last hast viewd mee.
Per.
Glaucilla?
Glau.
How canst thou speake that hated name?
Per.
Stay:
Glau.
To be mockt?
Per.
Stay, i'le tell thee all.
Glau.
Me thinks this forced mirth does not beseeme thee:
Sure 'tis not thine, it comes not from thy heart.
Per.
Glaucilla, call backe thy wish, seeke not to know
Thine or my death, thou winst thine ouerthrow.
Glau.
Thy griefe is common, I haue my part in thine:
Take not that from me which is iustly mine.
Per.
if I had any ioy, it were thine owne,
But grant me to be wretched all alone.
Glau.
Now all thy griefe is mine, but it vnhiding,
Halfe thou wilt take away, by halfe diuiding.
Per.
Thou seekst my loue, it is my loue to hide it,
And I shall shew more hate, when I diuide it.
Glau.
Thy loue thus hid, to me much hatred proues,
Vnhide thy hate, this hate will shew it loues:
Per.
Glaucilla, while my griefes vntouched rest,
My better part seemes quiet in thy brest.
Glau.
So thou art well, but still my better part,
Perindus, sinkes all loaden with his smart:
So thou my finger cut'st, and woundst my heart.
Per.
Since then thou wilt not giue me leaue to hide it,
Briefely 'tis thus: when thou thy loue hadst vowd me
Most sure, but yet no certaine time allowd me;
My marriage day as all my good desiring,
To Proteus Cell I went, the time enquiring,
There heard these words, the cause of all my sadnes,
Thus went th' Oracle.
The day, that thou with griefe so long forbearest,
Shall bring thee what thou wishest most and fearest.
Thy sisters graue shall bee her marriage bed,
In one selfe day twice dying, and once dead.
Thy friend, whom thou didst euer dearest choose,
In loosing thou shalt finde, in finding loose.
And briefly to conclude the worst at last,
Thou, or thy Loue shall from a rocke be cast.
Glaucilla, had thy loue but with my life beene priz'd,
My life t'enioy thy loue I had despis'd.
But since it may be thine, thy life destroying,
Shall nere bee giuen for my loues enioying:
Much rather, let me liue in fires tormenting,
Then with such purchase buy my hearts contenting.
Glau.
Then loue's the cause of all thy seeming hate,
What hast thou seene in me, that I should seeme,
My life more then thy loue, or mine esteeme?
Perindus thy hate hath cost me often dying,
So hast thou giuen mee death, by death denying:
For th' Oracle, with death I am contented,
And will not feare, what cannot be preuented.
Per.
Yet though such mischiefe Proteus did diuine,
Much better sped I at my fathers shrine:
Comming to Delphos, where the Pythian maid
Told me my wishes should be fully paid
And that within few dayes I should arriue
Through many bitter stormes, into the hiue.
Glau.
Why doubtst thou then? adiew loue till to morrow,
Next rising sunne shall to thee ease thy sorrow.
Per.
Maist thou proue true, or if heauen bad decree
The good be thine, light all the bad on me.
Glau.
Farewell.
Exit.
Thou giuest Glaucilla what thou wishest good rest.
This victory my minde hath whole possest,
If I but slumber, streight my fancie dreames,
This Atyches is much more then he seemes:
Comming to his couch, I found his emptie bed
As yet vntoucht, himselfe from sleepe is fled.
But soft, whom haue wee here?
Enter Atyches.
Atych.
The Oxe now feeles no yoke, all labour sleepes,
The soule vnbent, this as her play-time keepes,
And sports it selfe in fancies winding streames,
Bathing his thoughts in thousand winged dreames.
The fisher tyr'd with labour, snorteth fast,
And neuer thinks of paines to come or past,
Only loue waking rest and sleepe despises,
Sets later then the sunne, and sooner rises.
With him the day as night, the night as day,
All care, no rest, all worke, no holy-day.
How different from loue is louers guise!
He neuer opes, they neuer shut their eyes.
Per.
Ha: this is he, I'le stand and ouerheare him.
Atych.
So: I am alone, ther's none but I,
My griefe, my loue, my wonted company,
And which best fits a grieued louers sprite,
The silent stars and solitarie night.
Tell mee heauens sentinels that compasse round
This ball of earth, on earth was neuer found
A loue like mine, so long, so truly seru'd,
Whose wage is hate, haue all my paines deseru'd
Contempt? mine and her; for shee deare affected:
The more I lou'd, the more I was neglected.
Since thou canst loue where thou hast hatred prou'd,
Olinda, how canst thou hate where thou art lou'd?
Thy body is mine by conquest, but I find,
Thy bodie is not alwayes with thy mind.
Giue both or none, or if but one, o'th' two
Giue mee thy mind, and let thy bodie goe.
If this without thy minde I only haue,
Prooue mee, my deare, what canst thou hate in mee?
Vnlesse my loue, my loue still bent on thee?
My name's Thalander, perhaps it doth displease thee,
I will refuse my name, if that may ease thee.
Thalander to exile wee'l still confine,
And i'le be Atyches, so I bee thine.
Per.
Thalander? i'st possible? I oft suspected
How he is altered! not himselfe! i'st possible?
Aty.
Yet what thou hat'st, thy brother loues as well.
Tell me, my dearest loue, what haue I done?
What has Thalander done? ah tell mee.
Per.
More
Then thousand such as she can nere restore,
Thalander; start not; how haue my eyes deceiu'd me?
Ah, let me blesse my armes with thy embraces.
My deare, Thalander, my only life, my heart,
My soule, O of my soule the better part.
Ist thee I hold; I scarce dare trust mine eyes,
Which thus deceiu'd mee by their former lies.
Aty.
Thou welcomst miserie while thine armes infold mee.
Per.
I am the blessedst man that liues to hold thee.
My heart doth dance to finde thee.
Aty.
Ah Perindus,
When least thou thinkst, thou art deceiued most,
My selfe, my loue, my labour I haue lost,
When I haue lost my selfe, to finde my loue.
Per.
In losing of thy fame, th'ast found
She loues thee friend most dearely,
And though she thought thy loue would be her death.
Yet for and in thy loue, shee'd lose her breath,
And nothing else should grieue her in the end
She had one life for such a loue to spend.
Aty.
Doe not deceiue me.
Per.
Why shouldst thou mistrust me?
Perindus, my ioy, by too much ioy enioying,
I feele not halfe my ioy, by ouer-ioying.
Per.
Her selfe shall speake it. Come, let's goe.
Aty.
'Tis night!
Per.
Shee'l thinke it day, when thou art in her sight.
Aty.
Lead me, for yet my mind, too much affected
To haue it so, makes truth it selfe suspected.
Exeunt.
CHORVS.
Loue is the fire, damme, nurse, and seede
Of all that aire, earth, waters breede.
All these earth, water, aire, fire,
Though contraries, in loue conspire.
Fond painters: loue is not a lad,
With bow, and shafts, and feathers clad;
As he is fancied in the braine
Of some loose louing idle swaine,
Much sooner is he felt then seene,
His substance subtile, slight and thinne,
Oft leapes hee from the glancing eyes,
Oft in some smooth mount he lyes,
Soonest he winnes, the fastest flyes:
Oft lurkes he twixt the ruddy lips,
Thence while the heart his Nectar sips,
Downe to the soule the poyson slips,
Oft in a voyce creeps downe the eare,
Oft hides his darts in golden haire,
Oft blushing cheeks do light his fire,
Oft in a smooth soft kinne retires,
Often in smiles, often in teares;
His flaming heate in water beares,
When nothing else kindles desire,
Euen vertues selfe shall blow the fire:
Loue with thousand darts abounds,
Oft himselfe becomes a dart,
And loue with loue, doth loue impart.
Thou painfull pleasure, pleasing paine,
Thou gainefull life, thou losing gaine:
Thou bitter sweete, easing disease,
How doest thou by displeasing please?
How doest thou thus bewitch the heart?
To loue in hate, to ioy in smart.
To thinke it selfe most bound, when free,
And freest in his slauery.
Euery creature is thy debter,
None but loues, some worse, some better:
Onely in loue, they happy prooue,
Who loue what most deserues their loue.
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