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Scen. 3.
Enter Perindus, Armillus.Ar.
Saw you the troope which past along here?
Per.
Yes.
Who is it ledde with such a mournfull show?
Per.
My sister.
Ar.
Who the faire Olinda?
Per.
Yes:
Ar.
And doe you know the end and purpose?
Per.
No:
Ar.
Nothing but no and yes? fie fie Perindus
Your too much passion, shewes you want affection;
Your sister in such sort conuey'd, and you
So carelesse of her griefe? it much misseemes you
Why learne you not the cause?
Per.
Thou counsailst well,
Griefe weary of it selfe, all sence depriuing.
Felt neyther sence, nor griefe, by ouergrieuing:
Enter Atyches.
But see my Atyches: what different passions
Striue in his doubtfull face, pitty would weepe,
And danger faine would rocke high thoughts a sleepe,
Whiles resolution chides the daring feare,
And courage makes poore feare afrade to feare.
Atych.
Thou God that rulst the sunnes bright flaming cart
If thou my grand-sire art, as sure thou art
For in my breast I feele thy powers diuine,
Firing my soule, which tels mee I am thine:
Direct my hand and guide this poynted dart,
That it may peirce, and riue the monsters heart.
Per.
Atyches.
Atych.
Ah Perindus this lucklesse howre
Bids thee vnwelcome, fly and neuer more,
Neuer approach to view this deadly shore.
Per.
Why whats the newes?
Atych.
Thy sister the fayre Olinda must die.
Ar.
So must we all.
Atych.
But none of all as she.
Per.
Canst tell the cause and manner?
Atych.
yes; and till the sunne
Twixt noone and night his middle race shall runne,
Thou knowst by Neptunes temple close their growes
A sacred garden, where euery flowers blowe:
Here blushing roses, there the Lillies white,
Here Hyacinth, and there Narcissus bright:
And vnderneath, the creeping violets show:
That sweetness oft delights to dwell below:
Vaulted aboue with thousand fragrant trees,
And vnder pa'ud with shamefast Strawberies,
Which creeping lowe doe sweetely blushing tell,
That fairest pleasantst fruits, doe humblest dwell.
Breifly a little Heauen on Earth it seemes:
where euery sweete and pleasure fully streames.
Ar:
Fisher thou now describ'st some paradice,
Can any ill from so much good arise?
Atych:
Henbane and roses in our garden growe,
Ah that from fruits so sweete, such gall should flowe!
Here faire Olinda, with her Mymphs arriues,
And time away, time to fast posting driues,
While Nago that deformed enchanter, ranging
Along these trees, his shape and habit changing
Seem'd then Glaucilla, such his statelike eyes,
Such haire, such lipps, such cheekes, such rosie dies,
So like Glaucillas selfe that had shee spide him,
More would shee doubt her selfe, the more shee eyd him
Ar.
Can art forge nature with so true a lie?
Atych.
The falsest coine is fairest to the eie,
Singling thy sister forth, they chance to see,
The sacred graft of that Herperian tree,
Whose golden apples much the eye delighting,
Would tempt the hands: the longing tast inuiting:
And now the subtill witch spies fit occasion,
And with fitte speech and oaths, and soft perswation,
So words hee mind; that shee (ha little guessing,
What monster lay vnder that faind dressing,
Puls of th' vnhappie fruit straight downe shee falls,
The preist knew what the fearefull voice portended,
And faire Olinda halfe dead apprehended:
And to the temple beares her, there reseruing
Till the third day with death payes her deseruing
So Neptune, bids, that who shall touch the tree.
With hands profane, shall by Malorcha die;
Malorcha bread in seas, yet seas do dread him,
As much more monstrous then the seas that bred him
Per.
Ah my Olinda who can pitty thee
That wouldst not pitty th' excellent Thalander.
'Tis iust yee seas well doth impartiall fate
With monstrous death punish thy monstrous hate.
And whither art thou now thus armed going.
Atych.
Downe to the fatall rocke I goe to see
And act a part in this foule Tragedy.
Per.
Why canst thou hope such losses to repayre?
Atych.
Who nothing hopes yet nothing ought despaire.
Per.
What 'tis impossible? ah cease to proue?
Atych.
What euer was impossible to loue?
Per.
'Tis certaine thou adst thy death to hers
Atych.
Vnworthy loue that life for loue prefers
Per.
What good canst do when thou canst not restore her.
Atych.
to liue with her or else to die before her.
Per.
'Tis fate that in this monster bids engraue her.
Atych.
And 'tis my fate to die with her or saue her.
Per.
In vaine to fight against all conquering Ioue:
Atyoh.
But in my hand shall fight Ioue conquering loue.
Per.
Atyches why shouldst thou thus betray thy selfe?
She was my sister, and as deare to me
As euer was a sister to a brother:
Had fate felt any hope, my willing hand
Should be as Prest to giue her ayd as any.
Were not the fight gainst heauen I might aduenture,
But here I needs must leaue her, though a brother
She neuer loued mee.
I lou'd her euer.
Per.
More shouldest thou hate her now:
Atych.
Can Seas or Riuers stand can Rocks remooue?
Could they? yet could I neuer cease to loue:
Perindus, if now I see thee last, farewell:
Within thy breast all ioyes and quiet dwell.
Adiew: Olinda now to thee I flye
For thee I liu'd, for thee i'le gladly die,
Exit Atyches.
Per.
Goe choycest spirit: the heauenly loue regard thee,
And for thy loue, with life, and loue reward thee.
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