The Careles Shepherdess A Tragi-Comedy |
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Scen. 13.
Exeunt Satyrs, entring againe tending on Arismena and Castarina drest in some disguisd shapes.Lar.
What now?
Phil.
Our sentence.
The Song.
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Sigh Shepheards sighSpend all your breath in groans
Lay your sweeter Musick by
Hearken onely to the Drones.
Henceforth no other Garlands view
But what are made of dismall yewe,
Tis fit all nature now should mourne
And every tree to Cypresse turne.
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Those Nimphs are goneWhose lookes in awe did keepe
The Wolfe and Fox who alone
More then Pales blest our sheepe,
Their sweetest grasse the Lambs did finde
Where their bright eyes not Phœbus shin'd,
In every place where they did come
They made a new Elizium.
Wretched Swaines ye now can have
No Paradice but in the Grave,
Die, then die, since they are fled
The onely life is to be dead.
The Song being done Ex: Arismena & Castarina
Gr. Sat.
Unbinde the men.
Omnes.
What then?
Gr. Sat.
I aske your pardons Sirs, and wo'd
Be glad to know what can deserve your smiles.
Phil.
Jest not foule soule, it is a death to live
The object of your view, we can as bravely
Suffer, as you torment, and were those here
Which you have ravisht from their loves, we wo'd
But shed some funerall tears upon their hearse
And gladly meet our deaths.
Sat.
They 're dead indeed,
And since you know their fates, you shall be brought
Unto their Tombes: I'le drop as many tears as you
To shew my penitence, although it be
A thing averse for me to weep, yet when
I think what goodnesse I've destroyd, I must
Accuse my lust, and then lament your losse.
Phil.
Accursed slaves.
Sat.
Nay dry your tears, for if
There be such groves and joyfull fields as you
Call fortunate, your Nimphs are sporting in
Their shades, triumphing ore our cruelty.
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They died unspotted then.
Sat.
They did, and breathd.
Out soules as pure as ayre before it mixt
With Earth.
Phil.
Blest virgins! Lead forward to their Tombes,
I long to pay a funerall tear, and weep
Till I'm become the onely Niobe.
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