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ACT II.

The SCENE continues.
Enter Satyr with the Garland.
Sat.
I here am come again; I know not why.
Within my Breast I swore
I here would come no more.
Yet still I long to try.
Here secret Charms I find;
And hither to return I am inclin'd.
[He views himself in the Well, and adorns himself with Flowers.
I'll now
Adorn my Brow:
We pretty Creatures,
For all our handsom Features,
May yet add Charms to Nature's.
I'll view my Beauty.
Nymphs, look, and languish!
Tho' Pride should arm ye,
A new Narcissus will charm ye.
Oh pretty! the Birds are warbling.
[The Birds are heard.
Applauding Birds attend me.
Oh! Melody, that melts the Soul in Pleasure.
How gently, gently,
My slumb'ring Sense it doses!
My Eyes it closes!
Here I down will lay me.
So sooth'd by Venus, in her Lap,
Love sleeps as I do.

[He falls asleep on the Edge of the Well.
Diana descends in her Chariot while the Satyr is sleeping.
Diana.
Sleeping Satyr, wake in Mind!
Wanton Love no Ease shall find.
Here in Dreams enjoy a Sight
Of the Seat of chaste Delight.
Leave a Love to Folly join'd,
'Twill deceive thee:
Rural Sports will best relieve thee,
Wanton Love no Ease shall find.

[The Scene changes to Diana's Seat; some of her Attendants enter and dance.
Venus and Cupid descend.
Venus.
Cold Diana! Now I find,
Ev'n the Chaste in Dreams are kind.
Yet, where-e'er your Court you keep,
Love and Pleasure fall asleep.
[Diana flies up in her Chariot.
Change the Scene, my gentle Boy;
Show the Blessings we've in store;
Dreams, tho' false, give real Joy,
Waking Sense can feel no more.

[The Scene changes to the Bower of Bliss; several Lovers and Nymphs enter and dance: Venus and Cupid fly up, and the Scene turns to a Grove again.
Enter Eurilla and Phillis.
Eur.
Mark what I say, my Phillis!
This was the Bee
[She shows Phillis her Hand.
That stung the wanton Thyrsis.

Phil.
Ah! fickle perjur'd Shepher'd!

Eur.
While the bold Rover
Aim'd at my Lips, I met him with my Hand.

Phil.
Every Man in Love's a Traitor;
All their Courting
Is only Sporting,
They're intriguing with every Creature,
Tho' but you they swear they're Courting.

Eur.
Then be wise, and give over
Love and the Lover.

Phil.
Hark, hark!

[A Bird is heard to sing out of the Tree.
Eur.
Oh! where?

Phil.
Yonder, see, Eurilla!
Yonder, perch'd o'er his Nest he's singing.

Eur.
I see it—Oh Charmer!

Phil.
The Bird may sing and sport, yet he is loving.

Eur.
“Oh!

[Discovering the Satyr.
Phil.
“Stay, my Dear.

Eur.
“Let's fly, while he is sleeping.

Phil.
“No, no; hear me!
“Let's fling him in the Well, to cool his Fury.

Eur.
“I dare not, my Dear, I dare not.
“If he wakes, woe be to us!

Phil.
“Oh! fear not.
“Come, softly, take your Bow, and unstring it.
“And bind his Feet, while I his Arms am tying.

Sat.
“I here am come again.

[Dreaming.
Eur.
“Phillis, the Monster hears us.
“Let's fly, I pray thee.

Phil.
“He's only Dreaming.

Eur.
“Dreaming! no, he knows our Meaning.

Phil.
“Come, prithee fear not.

Eur.
“What, will you try again then?

Sat.
“I here would come no more—

[Dreaming.
Phil.
“I come no more; let's fly, Eurilla.

Eur.
“I'm flying.

Sat.
“And hither to return—

[Dreaming.
Phil.
“Oh! he's Dreaming surely.

Eur.
“I dare not trust him.

Phil.
“Help me; we'll without Danger
“Master the Beastly Creature.

Eur.
“Would there not be more Safety,
“Before we bind him, a while to blind him?

Phil.
“That will do better, lend me a Ribbon.

Eur.
“There it is, and a strong one.

Phil.
“Now tie it.

Eur.
“Harder.

Phil.
“He's waking.

Sat.
“Who dares tie me? Who's so nigh me?

Eur.
Ah me!

Phil.
Ah me!

Sat.
Pretty Fools are about:
[Gropes about, and strives to unkind his Eyes.
I'll find you out.

Phil.
Beastly Satyr.

Eur.
Ugly Creature!

Sat.
If I catch ye—

Phil. and Eur.
No, Satyr, no, no; no, Satyr, no, no.

Sat.
“You thought you had me fast,
[Unbinds himself, and looks about him.
“But I'll have you at last.

Phil.
“Oh! I tremble, my dearest, for thee.

Eur.
“Oh! my Treasure, I'm dying for thee.

[The Satyr runs from the one side to the other harkening.
Sat.
“If I see you stir a Foot,
“Little Gipsies, how I'll—Look to't.

Phil.
“Beastly Satyr!

Eur.
“Ugly Creature!

Sat.
“If I catch ye—

Phil. and Eur.
“No, Satyr, no, no; no, Satyr, no, no.

[Eurilla and Phillis run out.
Satyr alone.
Sat.
Why seem they so scornful?
What do I see? their Javelins?
[Takes up their Javelins.
These Spoils shall serve me.
With these to yonder Temple
I'll go—to Cupid
I'll make an Off'ring;
And sure at last he'll be propitious
To my kind Wishes.

[Exit Satyr.
Enter Thyrsis, and then Sylvander, and Eurilla who is looking about the Place.
Syl.
Thyrsis, what Charmer's this that glads my Eye?

Thyr.
The best Excuse I know for my late Falshood.

Syl.
Fair one, what are you seeking?

Eur.
Only my Dart, and that of my Friend Phillis.
Ah! sure that wicked Satyr has remov'd them.

Thyr.
Eurilla, accept of this I offer.

Eur.
From thee I will have nothing.

Syl.
May this be grateful,
Tho' from a Stranger!

Eur.
Much rather;
And, as a welcome Favour, gentle Shepherd,
I here receive it.

Syl.
To your prevailing Charms much more I owe.

Thyr.
“Bright Maid, give mine however
“To angry, injur'd Phillis;
“And say, in pity, that her repenting Shepherd,
“Once wounded by another,
“Sends this to punish.

Eur.
“Thyrsis, too late repenting,
“Will scarce be pardon'd.
“Necessity, not Virtue, seems to guide thee;
“And leaving thy First good Choice
“To gain a Second,
“Without just Reason;
“From the one and the other
“Love should deprive thee.

Thyr.
Eurilla is too cruel.

Syl.
Were Cruelty still lasting,
And Love ne'er tasting,
We then should die with Fasting.

Eur.
The Contenting of a Lover
Worse may prove than being coy;
We may lose that on a Rover,
That the faithful should enjoy.
The Contenting, &c.

[Exit.
Thyr.
Sylvander, go to my Phillis,
Appease her, or I despair:
Soften with gentle Words,
Soften the cruel Fair.

Syl.
“Hope well: When we're repenting,
“Heav'n's relenting.

Thyr.
Gently, gently be complying!
Charming Fair, be coy no more!
You've by Pain your Power been trying,
Pity, pity, and restore.
Gently, gently, &c.

[Exit Thyr.
Sylvander
alone.
A Charmer, like Eurilla,
Strikes not the Eyes alone,
But invades the Soul,
And will possess it whole.
Orinda, returning,
Oh! end my Mourning;
Or from my Heart
Depart.
Why should we, when Hope's expiring,
Be still desiring?

[Exit Sylvander.
Enter Satyr, coming out of the Temple drest like a Gypsie, and in a Rage.
Sat.
Foolish Love, ne'er hope to teize me,
If you pain me, Change shall ease me;
None but Fools to Inclination,
For the Pleasure, bear the Passion,
Foolish Love, &c.


In vain you hope to starve me;
To gain my Wish, this stol'n Disguise shall serve me.

[He goes to the Cottage, and knocks at the Door like a Beggar.

Good People, pray now see
My great Necessity!
Bestow your Charity!
Pity the Poor!

Phil.
within.
Who's at the Door.

[Phillis looks out.
Sat.
A poor begging Shepherd.
I come from Ægypt, I'm a Fortune-teller;
And 'till our Trade was falling
'Twas a good Calling.
Now ev'ry Fool's pretending
To be a Conjurer,
And all the wise are starving.

Enter Phillis.
Phil.
Do you tell Fortunes?
Then prithee tell me mine.

Sat.
Cross my Hand then, and give me yours.

Phil.
There it is; now pray tell me,
Will Fortune never favour,
And shall I want for ever
A true Lover?

Sat.
These Lines good Luck discover.
Be now but tender-hearted,
You'll sweetly be diverted
By a pretty Satyr.

Phil.
Oh! hang him, ugly Creature,
Who basely would be catching
Young Maids, tho' they are watching
On their Duty!

Sat.
And yet upon thy Beauty
This Hour he will be preying.

Phil.
So you indeed are saying.

Sat.
And prove it true too.

Phil.
Hold! Gypsie, hold!

Sat.
I'm he, and now will have you.

Phil.
“Ah barbarous, inhuman, let me go!

Sat.
“Nay, I have you.

Phil.
Oh Heav'ns! what mean you?

Sat.
You'll quickly know it.

Phil.
“Avoid me.

Sat.
“In vain you struggle.

Phil.
Whither do you drag me?

Sat.
You ty'd me once; I'll tye you now.

Phil.
For Pity's sake, my pretty, sweet, dear Satyr.

[He drags her to the Tree, and ties her with the Garland.
Sat.
Oh! now I'm sweet and dear.
You'll quickly find
What kind of Sweets I've for you.

Phil.
“Why do you tie and bind me?

Sat.
“Now scamper, if you can.

Phil.
“Help! Shepherds, save me!
“Oh Heav'ns! help, quickly, oh Heav'ns!

Sat.
Lend that Arm, pretty Struggler.

Phil.
Oh help me! relieve me!

Sat.
I'll relieve you.

Enter Sylvander with a long Dart.
Syl.
Hold, or thou dy'st, Monster of Lewdness!

Sat.
What now?

Syl.
Forbear, or strait I'll kill thee.

Phil.
Kind Heav'n assists me.

Sat.
Oh! now I know thy Meaning.
Thou com'st about the Riddle.
I'll explain thee all the rest,
But prithee leave me.

Syl.
The rest of that Ænigma!
Oh Heav'ns! I must know it.
Orinda—Phillis—

[Makes Signs to her.
Phil.
“See my Distress, kind Shepherd!
“Oh Heav'ns! do you forsake me?

Syl.
“Speak thou, I'll leave thee.

[Makes signs to her, and sits down.
Sat.
Now leave me, thou Intruder!
[Having snatch'd Sylvander's Dart, and pointing it to him.
Or with thy Dart I'll ease thee.

Syl.
Help, help, here!

Phil.
Help, help, there!

Enter Thyrsis also with a Dart, and runs to oppose the Satyr.
Thyr.
Villain, forbear, and oppose me.

Sat.
With thee too, Minion!

Thyr.
With me, perfidious Ruffian.

[They fight.
Syl.
Strike him dead.

Phil.
Save a Maid.

Syl.
Pierce his Heart.

Phil.
Heav'n takes my Part!

Sat.
What will relieve me?

The Satyr retreating falls into the Well.
Syl.
Down there!

Phil.
Drown there!

Sat.
Down, down I go.

Thyr.
Go to Pluto's Cave below!

Syl.
Sure he is drowning.

Phil.
Oh I'm reviving.

Syl.
Let us unbind the Fair one.

[Thyr. and Syl. unbind Phillis.
Thyr.
“Phillis, Darling of my Wishes.
“Forgive my Hand, that, fond to free you,
“Eager and trembling must press thy tender Limbs.

Syl.
“Sure nothing was less worthy such a Partner,
“Bright Nymph, than such a Tree.

Phil.
“Now breathe, my Soul; and, Heart, be calmer!

Thyr.
Bright Shepherdess, now be easie.
“Let Rest at home compose you.

Phil.
I thank thee;
And, if no more I love thee,
Thyrsis, do not complain.

Thyr.
“My Fair!—

Syl.
“D'you scorn him who has sav'd you?

Thyr.
“What, then you prize not
“What I have done, mov'd by my Love and Duty?

Phil.
“From Bonds you've eas'd me,
“I'm now my own, and free.

Thyr.
“What do you jest, unkind—

Phil.
Oh! no, no, no; go, go, prithee go.
I'm free; I'm free from thee.

Syl.
“Poor Thyrsis, here I see
“Small Hopes for thee.

Thyr.
Part we, my Dear? No, my Treasure, Life of Pleasure,
With you my Soul's remaining,
More fond than you're disdaining;
'Till pitying and complying,
Both Souls to Heav'n are flying.
Part we, my Dear, &c.

[Exit Thyrsis.
Syl.
Fair one, Thyrsis is faithful.
Eurilla told me.—

Phil.
No Matter; if I forsake him,
Th'Occasion's not Eurilla.

Syl.
What then can move you?

Phil.
'Tis you, Shepherd, are th'Occasion.

Syl.
I!

Phil.
You.

Syl.
What have I done?

Phil.
Do you not conceive me?

[Exit.
Silvander
alone.
“'Tis true I perceive it;
“But must not mind it:
“For Thyrsis loves her:
“And then Eurilla! Orinda! O Heavens!
“A double Love! fatal embitter'd sweet!
“What will ensue is more a Riddle yet.