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Sce. 9.
Chorus of Shepheards, Corisca, Amarillis, Mirtillo.Cho. Sh.
Come holy Himeneus, come this euen
According to our vowes, and to our songs
Dresse thou these Louers as them best belongs.
Both t'one and t'other of the seed of heauen,
Knit thou the fatall knot this blessed eauen.
Co.
Ah me it is too true, this is the fruite
Thou from thy store of vanities must reape.
O thoughts, o my desires, no lesse vniust
Then false and vaine. Thus of an innocent
I sought the death to haue my beastly will,
So bloudie cruell was I then, so blinde.
Who opens now mine eyes? Ah wretch, I see
My fault most foule that seem'd felicitie.
Cho. Sh.
Come holy Himeneus, &c.
See faithfull Shepheard, after all thy teares,
All thy distresses, whither thou art come,
Is not this shee from thee was ta'ne away
By lawe of heauen and earth by cruell fate?
By her chaste will? and by thy poore estate?
By her faith giuen an other man, and by her death,
Behold Mirtillo now shee's onely thine.
This face, these eyes, this breast, these daintie hands,
All that thou seest, hear'st, and feel'st, so often sought
In vaine by thee, are now rewards become
Of thine vndaunted faith, yet thou art dombe.
Mir.
How can I speak, I scarce know if I breathe,
Nor what I see, I scarce beleeue I see:
Let Amarillis you that pleasure giue,
In her alone my soules affections liue.
Cho. Sh.
Come holy Himeneus, &c.
Cor.
What do ye now with me trecherous toies,
Valde frenzies of the body, spots of the soule?
You long inough haue me betrayed here,
Go get you to the earth, for earth you are,
Trophies of chastitie now may you proue.
Cho. Sh.
Come holy Hymeneus, &c.
Co.
Why triflest thou (Corisca)? now's fit time
Pardon to impetrate, fear'st thou thy paine?
Be bold thy paine cannot be greater then thy fault.
Beautious and blessed couple, of the skies
And earth belou'd, since to your glorious fate
This day hath meekely bow'd all earthly force,
Good reason she do bow that gainst the same
Hath set a worke all of her earthly force.
Now Amarillis I will not denie
I did desire the same which you desir'd,
But you enioy it, for you worthy were.
You do enioy the loyalst man aliue.
And you Mirtillo do enioy the chastest Nymph
That ere the world hath bred. Beleeue you me,
For I a whetstone was vnto your saith,
And to her chastitie. But courteous Nymph, before
Your anger do discend on me, behold
Your husbands face, there shall you finde the force
Both of my fau't, and of your pardon too:
For in the vertue of such worthinesse,
You cannot choose but cause of pardon finde.
Besides you felt alas the selfe same fire
That did inflame vnfortunate desire.
Ama.
I do not onely pardon thee Corisca, but
I count thee deare, th'effect beholding not the cause
For fire and sword, although they wounds do bring,
Yet those once heald to vs so whole th'are deare,
Howsoeuer now thou prou'st or friend, or foe,
I am well pleas'd, the Destinies did make
Thee the good instrument of my content.
Happie deceits, fortunate trecheries,
And if you please merrie with vs to be,
Come then and take part of our ioyes with vs.
Co.
I haue sufficient mirth you pardon me,
And that my heart is heald of her disease.
Mir.
And I (Corisca) pardon all thy harmes
Saue this delaying of my sweet content.
You and your mirth I to the Gods commend.
Cho. Sh.
Come holy Himeneus, &c.
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