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Sce. 3.
Ergasto. Corisca.Erg.
O day of wonders, day all loue, all grace,
All ioy ô happie land, ô heauens benigne.
Co.
See where Ergasto is, he comes in time.
Er.
Now all things ioyfull are, the earth the ayre,
The skies, the fire, the world, and all things laugh.
Our ioyes haue pierc't the lowest hell, nor is
There any place that not partakes our blisse.
How iocond is this man?
(Er.)
O happy woods
That often sigh'd and wept our wofull case,
Enioy our ioyes, and vse as many tongues
As leaues that leape at sound of these sweet windes,
Which fill'd with our reioycings calmely smile,
Sing they the sweet aduentures of these friends.
Co.
He speakes of Siluio and Dorinda sure,
Well, we must liue, teares are no sooner ebb'd,
But straight the floud of ioy comes huffing in
Or Amarillis, not a word he speakes
Onely takes care to ioy with them that ioy.
Why tis well done, for else this humane life
Would still be full of sighes: whither away
Ergasto go'st so pleasantly, vnto some marriage?
Er.
Euen so, but hast thou heard the happy chance
Of the two fortunate Louers? is't not rare Corisca?
Co.
To my contentment euen now I heard it all
Of Linco, and t'doth somewhat mittigate
The griefe I for my Amarillis feele.
Er.
Why Amarillis? Of whom think'st thou I speak?
Co.
Of Siluio and Dorinda man.
Er.
What Siluio? what Dorinda? thou know'st nought,
My ioy growes from a higher nobler roote.
I Amarillis and Mirtillo sing,
The best contented subiects of loues ring.
Co.
Why is not Amarillis dead:
(Er.)
How dead:
I tell thee shee's a bright and merrie Bride.
Co.
Was she not then condemned vnto death?
She was condemn'd, but soone releast againe.
Co.
Telst thou me dreames? or dreaming do I heare?
Er.
Thine eies shall tell thee if thou'lt stay a while,
Soone shalt thou see her with her faithfull friend
Come from the Temple, where they plighted haue
Their marriage troth, and so go to Montanus house
To reape sweet fruit of their long amorous, toiles,
O hadst thou seene (Corisca) the huge ioy,
The mightie noyse of ioyfull voyces, and
Th'innumerable troupes of men and women,
Thou should'st haue seene, old, young, sacred and prophane,
But litle lesse then mad or drunke with math.
Each reuerence to each them embraced there.
Some prais'd their pitie, some their constancie.
Some prais'd the gifts that Ioue, and some that nature gaue.
The hills, the dales, the meadowes did resound,
The glorious name of faithfull Shepheard,
From a poore Shepheard to become so soone
A Demy-god, and in a moment passe
From life to death, the neighbour obsequies
To chaunge for vnexpected and dispaired nuptialls.
This is somewhat (Corisca) but not halfe
Her to enioy, for whom he sought to die,
Her that disdaind to liue if he had dy'de,
This is fortune, this is such a sweet
As thought preuents, and yet thou art not glad.
Is not thy Amarillis then as deare to thee,
As my Martillo is to mee?
Co.
Yes, yes Argasto, see how glad I am.
Er.
O hadst thou seene but Amarillis when
She gaue Mirtill her hand for pledge, and tooke
His hand againe, thou easily hadst perceiu'd
A sweet but vnseene kisse: I could not say
Whether she tooke it, or she gaue it him.
Her cheekes would haue the purest colour stain'd,
Purple or Roses Art, or nature brings,
How modestie was arm'd in daintie shield
Of sanguine beautie, with force of that stroke
Vnto the strikor turned, whilst she all nice
Seemed as though she fled, but to recouer force
Shee might more sweetly encounter that same blow,
Leauing it doubtfull if this kisse were giuen or ta'ne,
With such a wondrous Art it graunted was.
This taken sweet, was like an action mixt
With rapine and with yeelding both at once,
And so courteous, that it seem'd to craue
The very thing that it denying gaue:
Such a restrain and such a speedlesse flight,
As mend the pace of the pursuer, might,
Of sweetest kisse, I cannot stay Corisca,
For mongst the ioyes there is no pleasure sure,
If gentle loue do not the same procure.
Co.
If he say true, then thou Corisca hast lost all.
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