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Actus Secundus.
Enter Gynecia and Miso.Mi.
I warrant you Madam they shall have good lucke if they
whisper together in my hearing,
Gy.
Where is Zelmane?
Miso.
In some of the Arbours, she tooke a Lute abroad with her
but I left Philoclea with her father
Gy.
Prithee be carefull and watch them well good Miso
Miso.
They shano't scape me, Ile watch their waters narrowlie
I warrant you.
Exit.
Gy.
I see through his disguise 'tis so, and love
Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea,
In what a miserable flame I burne!
Zelmane thou hast stolne.
My vertue from me, I ha'not power to thinke
A harmelesse thought ha Musique,
Musique. Song Pyrocles sings.
From whence breathes that sound? it is Zelmane.
Pyr.
What miserable accident brought her?
Enter Pyrocles.
Gy.
Zelmane
Pyr.
Madam I hope you'l pardon
The trespasse of a rude hand and voyce, I meant not
This for your curious care
Gy.
'Twas harmony
Pyr.
It was no light aire I'me sure
Gy.
Indeede it carried some thing me thought
Of sorrowes descant, I heard love i'nt too
Who is so happie to deserve a memorie
But in your sigh, come whoe's your servant?
Pyr.
I have no servant.
Gy.
Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband
Py.
Madam I hope
Gy.
Nay I am so farre from Iealosie I should not
Be angry to see you both a bed together
Pyr.
How Madam
Gy.
Why I can love you too, come thou sha't be my bed-fellow
I am not worthy
Gy.
Beleeve me I could take as much delight
In thy imbraces as my husbands, why
Are we so nice to one annother, I
Am a woman, are not you so too?
Why should we not be bould then, I have a mind
To call thee Mistris, Yes and Ile disguise.
My selfe in some queint shape to court thy love:
Pyr.
Disguise
Gy.
Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man
Pyr.
Your discourse appeares.
Strange to me Madam.
Gy.
As you would to me
And yet you may as easily perceive
Gynecias mind as I distinguish you
Through all your clouds, Cupid doth dictate rarely
To those that come to schoole to him, instruct
With hansome shaddowes to deceive the eye
But cannot change my substance, I have a sense
Can looke beyond the superficiall barke
Come y'are transparen't
Pyr.
Madam what dee meane?
Gy.
What meanes Zelmane to be igonrant
When a Queene pleads for love, my heart will not
Allow more circumstance; doe not question
How you became reveald, but pitty her
Whose boosome is tormented with those fires
Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench.
Pyr.
Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses
Gy.
Then I must be plainer, and be witnesse love
I am compell'd, be witnesse modesty,
I now must blush for thee more then my selfe,
A man, and be so cruell to a Lady
Zelmane either give consent I shall
be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven
To tell Basilius what thou art, I have
Patience to let him court thee as a woman
But when he see's his love abuse his privacie
Lives they were all forfeited by this
So desperate in trusion, thinke uppon't
A woman I have lost thee, wheither will
The tempest of my fate inforce my tongue
Yet be thou kinde Zelmane if thou takst
A glory in my suffering, Philoclea
Does that name startle you? Philoclea
My rivall now
Pyr.
Your rivall
Gy.
Come I am familliar with every thought
Your deere saint shall repent it, for this hand
Shall take againe the unluckie life I gave her:
Turne not Gynecia fury
Pyr.
I am lost
In the same minute I am found, I prithee
Doe not forsake me heart, I never had
More use of thee, great Queene can you forgive?
Gy.
And aske thy pardon, but beleeve me t'was
Your strangenes did compell me to this language
Py.
I never thought that pitty of annother
Could be a reason to betray my selfe
But you have throughly charm'd me, and I must
Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam
I am a man, and if you dare beleeve me
A prince, I must confesse beside Gynecia
Since I came heither I have had some sprinckling of
I know not what affection to Philoclea
For how could I imagine such a blessednes
From you, but if you mocke not
Gy.
Ioyes reward your pittie
Oh pardon the over chardg'd Gynecia
Whose error may be yet made more excusable
By the immortall name of love
Pyr.
This grace is worth more then Zelmane, and yet I
Have nothing but my selfe to give you for it
A small but free guift, bestow me as you please
Gy.
My soule is narrow to receive this wide blessing.
But me must be wise
It were not safe to be observ'd, stand I
Discover'd to none else?
Gy.
To none
Py.
Then know
I want no apprehension of what
True lovers would desire, but your honor is
My owne, if shortly to secure 'em both
You let me study an opportunity
Ile bring your wishes home, and blesse my starrs
That pointed me the glorious fate, we are
Already interrupted
Enter Basilius and Philoclea.
Bas.
Doe this my deere Philoclea, and leave
My cares to thee, Ile call Gynecia
Away, and leave you both together, how
Faireth the best Zelmane?
Pyr.
Still your servant
Bas.
Gynecia.
Pyr.
I cannot rule my eyes they will betray
My cunning to Gynecia if she goe not
Hence quickly
Phi.
How is it with my vertuous Amazon?
Gy.
Philoclea
Bas.
Let her alone, they have some busines sweete
Gy.
What busines can they have together?
Bas.
Why art thou troubled, thou would'st be jealous
Of me I see, were I in privat with her,
Come let 'em alone a while
Gy.
Stay you and spare not I would imploy Philoclea
Bas.
You shall obay me now, I prithee walke
Exeunt.
Phi,
My father sweete Zelmane to whose command
I owe my life
Pyr.
First let me give my life
Vp to these lips, and take a new one from
This kisse, oh deere Philoclea containe
All other breath I know thy fathers minde
Already, and must now beseech thy patience
Or dy before thee, if it be within
My desteny to be condem'd by you
At least know whom you sentence; I am
Phi.
What? I feare not well
Pyr.
Cannot your eyes discover me, have I a shrowd
To hide me from Philoclea? did the kisse
I gave thee last convey no secret to thee?
There was a spirit in my lip assur'd me.
To save the tedious trouble of my language.
I heard it whisper something, did it not?
I would be faine undone
Phi.
Good heaven forbid
Pyr.
You wonot understand me yet Philoclea
Then Ile undoe my selfe, I am not what
I seeme Zelmane; but—
Phi.
What?
Py.
A thing not worth the name, if you frowne on me, a man
Phi.
A man, good heaven—
Pyr.
I have tould you all the worst
If it be no offence to name a prince
Whose memory your owne breath oft hath sweeten'd
I dare be call'd Pyrocles of Macedon
Transform'd by loving your faire selfe to this
Feminine shape, if now I have not sinn'd
Above forgivenes.
Phi.
Oh Philoclea
Come not too neere I charge you; I would chide,
But dare not, would you had not tould me this
Indeed you were to blame, I must not heare you
Excuse your selfe
Pyr.
She must not leave me thus
But she returnes
Phi.
I have lost my selfe already,
And love is but a blinde guide to direct
My virgin steps, I faine would reply something
But feele a tremblinge in my voyce, Zelmane
My father, what account shall I give him
Enter Basilius
Bas.
She smiles
Pyr.
My Lord I see you can use the advantage
And I did arme you against my selfe; I did not
Thinke when I advis'd you make Philoclea
Your advocate, she could so much have wonne
Vpon me, but my counsell has betray'd me,
Pray thinke me not immodest, if my words
Doe fall too rudely from me, your faire daughter
Whose tongue would lay a charme uppon the gods,
Hath gain'd all this.
Bas.
The gods reward her for it
Phi.
Was this his plot?
Bas.
A thousand blessings over take my child
But not a word, not a word Philoclea
To thy mother
Phi.
I have learnt my duty sir
Pyr.
Beshrew your haste
Bas.
Remove, convey thy selfe away deere girle, Ile follow
Phi.
My heart is full, and tho my tongue denies
Him farwell, he may reade it in my eye.
Exit.
Bas.
I knew thou couldst not choose at last but give
My heart an audience; I am not my selfe
With the imagination
Pyr.
Of what?
Bas.
Of any thing; come I allow thee modest, it is not
fit we should say our pleasures, sweete but act them
Pyr.
You are to violent my Lord, I shall
Repent my freedome, if you give no limit
To your desires, if you doe love your servant,
Husband your flame that it may last
Bas.
It shall
Pardon me deere Zelmane, I have a stock
Of blood, tho you may thinke it could is high
And active as the veynes of promising youth
I weare this snow but a disguise
Pyr.
Poore winter,
Bas.
My haires are black at roote, and shall grow up
Into a thousand pretty caves for love
It selfe to sit that best delights in darknes
Pyr.
This will be strange.
Bas.
'Tis you that worke these miracles
Vpon Basilius, as I came heither
I felt a score of yeares drop off, which hung
Vpon my locks
Pyr.
A score of haires you meane: tis molting time
Containe your selfe a while, you have
A jealous queene, and yet it goes against my Conscience
To wrong so sweete a Lady, pray my Lord
Thinke better ont
Bas.
This Does inflame me more
Be not so cruell to remember her
Thou must preserve my life.
Py.
Well I ha thought a way
Shall perfect all without suspition
There is a cave hard by which nature made
Intending well to lovers, thether will I
With licence of your grace pretending
To exercise a few dayes some devotions
We Amazons have obligation to
At some convenient houre.
Bas.
May I come to thee
Pyr.
Ile give you notice in some evening
Bas.
Zelmane now thou dost ravish me
Py.
You may with ease secure all at the lodge
Bas.
Most excellent
Pyr.
I imagin sir the rest but doe not come till I desire you
Bas.
Be not tedious then, I will prepare all this
Pyr.
I hope you doe not
Conclude me impudent that I encline
To doe this for you, by my hopes of a blest
Eternitie nor love nor lust ere tempted
My thoughts to yeild thus much to any man
Be carefull of my honor.
Bas.
Oh devine Zelmane keepe my soule,
Exit.
Philoclea mine
Enter Musidorus
Mus.
Oh my deere Pyrocles
Pyr.
How ist deere Cozen
Mus.
Never till now could you salute me happy
The gods have beene propitious
Pyr,
Will she know thee yet?
Mus.
There's nothing wants to make me perfect blest
But to heare thee pronounce thy love as fortunate
The envious clouds which interpose themselves
Like a darke Curtaine ore Pamelas face.
Are drawne away and I enjoy her smile
She does beleeve my proofes, sweetely excusing
Her long neglect, and promiseth as much
As I dare aske: sheel' trust me with her person
I want but opportunity to deceive
Our waking Dragons;—and in good time Dametas.
Enter Dame
Away you shall know all my fate hereafter,
Pyr.
I joy in thy successe, pray thou for mine.
Exit.
Dam.
Where is this rascall Dorus
Mus.
Whether were I best to tell the King ont first or seeke out
Dametas, hee'l never be able to spend it, there may be gold
Enough to purchase halfe Arcadia
Dam.
Vmh, what's that?
Mus.
Ile seeke him out at all adventures; oh sir, pray is this
Gold—and this and this?
Dam.
Ha gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it
Mus.
You shall heare more hereafter
Dam.
Dorus, honest Dorus, put on thy hat, where where hadst it
Mus.
Did you never heare of one Aristomines?
Dam.
He was banish'd Arcadia
Mus.
Was he rich
Dam.
Infinite rich, so rich
Mus.
'Tis so, belike he there had all his treasure
Dam.
What treasure, where i'st honest Dorus tell me
Mus.
You are my Master and may be my Father
Dam.
My sonne Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of
as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her
Mus.
Well I see it was ordained to make you rich
Dam.
Out with it good Dorus
Mus.
Well—sitting beneath an oake that shall be namelesse
I chanc'd to turne up some turff with my mole-spade
Dam.
With thy mole spade, what then
Mus.
I saw a yellow brightnes peeping out oth' ground, which
when I came to examine I prov'd this mettall, I this was the first,
y'are sure 'tis gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these
will do you any pleasure, or twentie more
Dam.
Nay good honest Dorus proceede.
Mus.
Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been
Long buried, these it seemes were scatter'd when the rest
Went to the pit-hole.
Dam.
But where is this place good Dorus? thou hast no more
About thee
Mus.
No but if you please to furnish me with tooles Ile trye
The bottome; I digd till I came to a stone, whose inscription
Promis'd something worth a mans labour
Dam.
Did it sound
Mus.
Melodiously a goulden tune
Dam.
Where, where, thou maist tell me thou knowest I
Am secret
Mus.
For Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know
The oake where you first met me
Dam.
Ha very well
Mus.
On the right side of that same spreading tree
Lies all this riches
Dam.
As th'art honest
Mus.
As I hope to be deere Mopsa's husband, Ile get strong tooles
And bring you better proofe
Dam.
Stay Dorus stay, let me see
As I intend to be your father Dorus
And so in Mopsas name make you my heire
Of all my wealth, good Dorus I am yet
Till things and things be done your Master Dorus
Beside that ground is mine, the Oake is mine
Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord
Lord of the soyle my Dorus, of the soile
To build to hopes on Dorus, but my ground
No man shall dig or build on but my selfe
On such as this, be there a myne
Of Coyne or vncoyne mettall it is mine
All may be yours annother day my Dorus.
Mus.
I know my duty sir and cannot thinke
The gods had ere a lotted my free mind
To serve you but for some strange end
Dam.
In this thou shewst it, keepe all close, not a word
Dorus, I take no leave be carefull my good Dorus of my
young Madam, 'tis a charge I turne over to thee, over looke her
well.
Mus.
I meane to doe it doubly
Dam.
How, ha you a duble meaning?
Mus.
I meane with double care
Dam.
Honest Dorus 'tis the last service I shall put thee to
Mus.
I hope so to
Dam.
Now to the Oake my golden land marke
Mus.
Load a horse with tooles sir
Dam.
Mattocks and shovells
Mus.
Hookes and ladders.
Dam.
Spade and Pickaxes
Mus.
Ropes and daggers; youl have no helpe
Dam.
No no, a mans owne toyle
Sweeter the profit makes in his owne soyle.
Exit.
Mus.
Goe thy wayes for the Lord a'th soyle
Theres one blocke out a'th way the golden flie,
Has caught this trowte, my jealous Mistris I
Hope she ore heard not
Mis.
Oh that my eares had beene long enough to have heard
some of there pretious Knaverie
Mus.
It were but charitie to tell her on't, little does my Mistris
Thinke what a flesh flie my Master is,
Mis.
What saies the Knave
Mus.
Tho she be a little stricken in yeares she is hansome enough
For as good man as Dametas, and he to runne neighing
A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse
Mis.
Oh fidious Rascall, I thought there was some roguerie,
Dorus as thou com'st of a woman tell me
Mus.
What forsooth
Mis.
Oh naughty man to vse an honost woman the wrong way
thus, have I beene married so many yeares, and carried my selfe
like his lawfull wife uprising and downe lying as they say, so
even and jumpe with his desires to be thus handled, but Ile be
reveng'd it shall fall heavie vpon his head for this I warrant him,
nay I did alwaies suspect him for a co't
Mus.
What meane you forsooth.
Mis.
Come I ouer-heard somewhat to my griefe, and therefore
leaue your bogling and your trim tram tricks you must not slap
me o'th mouth with fleering and with slams whilst he
Mus.
Claps vp another betwixt the—a ha mistris mistris but you
say you overheard, and therefore if you know whether he is gone
you may come two houres hence time enough to prevent the
blow.
Mis.
If thou lookest to have my daughter with, make what I
say
Mus.
With fathers marke and mothers marke, and every mark
about her
Mis.
If you conceale anything in this case, thou knowst no case
of her, nay tho thy teeth water out the liquor of thy life, thou
shouldst not get a bit, the worst bit of her.
Mus.
Be more charitable
Mis.
Or if thou chance to get her gainst my will ile teach her
a tricke of the mother shall make thee curse her and all the brood
she came one,
Mus.
What is Charita to me, I know you heard him name her.
Mis.
Charita.
Mus.
I will discharge my conscience and yet if you overheard
us without my telling, you know where hee appointed
to meet her this evening at Mantinea at her fathers in Ondemion
streete,
Mis.
Ondemion street?
Mus.
I doe not betray him now if you provide so happily to
take em at it mistris at it.
I at it, how I itch to be at it
Mus.
Saddle your mare.
Mis.
They shal not scape with halfe an eie betwixt them.
Exit.
Enter Pamela and Mopsa.
Mus.
I have given her the bells and she will flye to the devill
—here comes the tother I ha given her phisicke already fit
for her constitution and now it works.
Pam.
How comes it Mopsa that you are so taken
So lifted up with high conceit?
Mop.
Who I
Pam.
Yes Mopsa you, dee thinke I cannot Iudge
By outward gestures and your lookes what joy
Doth inwardly possesse you
Mop.
Who me
Pam.
Yes you againe, and it were not over bouldnesse
To request some knowledge of the cause
Mop.
Rest you content; you are a Princesse borne I might
have beene so to, some body may be a Queene before you, make
what you can of that
Pam.
Oh fate how's this
Mop.
There is a tree, and there is things worth wishing, and
some may wish and wishes may be had make what you can of
that too
Mus.
To my wish it workes
Pam.
But Mopsa may I not beseech a word
That may be to my understanding
Mop.
You may know more hereafter, but till then I must presume
upon your Princely patience to keepe your Chamber, it is
now my raigne and doe not dare to follow
Pam.
Not I, when you are drawne up to majesty
I can but wish you graciously would then
Remember the obedience of your handmaide
That first submits her selfe to your Command.
Mop.
I faith I will Pamela, and reward it, goe in sweete Lady,
on my Royall word I will,
Exit Pamela.
Mus.
She has spide me
Mop.
Happy Dorus
Mus.
What will my Mopsa say when she has climb'd
Mop.
I I the tree, when I climbe that tree, hony Dorus tell me
it over agen, my deere bird what did Iupiter to Apollo.
Mus.
Vpon some falling out I tould you Iupiter threw Apollo
out of heaven and his deitie taken away he was faine to live upon
the earth and keepe Admetas Cattell, in the time of his service
being sent to fetch a breede of beasts out of Arcadia, in this very
desart he grew fainte and wearie; and would needs rest himselfe
in the boughes of an Ashen tree.
Mop.
The tree we wot of; on sweete bird
Mus.
Apollo in that tree calling to minde his quarrell with
Jupiter became very sorrowfull, and pittifully complayning to
his father, asking him mercie for having offended him was from
that tree receiv'd into his golden spheare, and made a god agen
Mop.
Oh brave
Mus.
Having the perfect nature of a god
Never to be ingratefull he then granted
A double life to Admetas, and because
That tree was chappell of his happy prayers
To it he gave this quality
Mop.
Now it comes
Mus.
That whosoever sat downe in that tree
In like estate and sort as he did then
Mop.
Oh now now now.
Mus.
Should forthwith have there their wish
Mop.
Oh the tree, the tree, the tree
Mus.
The king vnderstood thus much by Oracle; and tried
himselfe but being neither heardman as then Apollo was, nor of
the race which is necessarie, delivered this secret to your father
but made him sweare to wish by his direction; for his owne benefit
Dametas tould it me, and is now gon to furnish himselfe with
a scarlet Cloake for in that he must be mufled just as Apollo was,
I might now prevent 'em all and be king my selfe, but what have
I to wish more then the love of Mopsa which since without
more charming force you yeild me; Ile fit you with a cloake and
then wish what you will your selfe
Mop.
Ile be Queene or Apollo shall never looke me in the face
agen, quickly sweet Dorus, come muffle me I long to be Queene,
Exeunt
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