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Scen. 2.
The Rocke opens: Enter Olinda led by Glaucus and Circe: they retire leauing Olinda.Song.
Olin.
Thou worthiest daughter of the greatest light,
Most powerfull Circe, and then honour'd Glaucus,
What dutie a poore fisher maid may giue you,
In thankes, and vowes, and holy offerings,
Shall still be ready at your sacred altars.
Thalander, now to thee, what sacrifice?
What offerings may appease thy wronged loue?
What haue I but my selfe? ah worthlesse prize
Of such, so tryed, and so vnmou'd a faith.
Ah, could I spend my body, weare my soule,
And then resume another soule and body,
And then consume that soule and body for thee,
All would not pay the vse of halfe my debt.
How pale he lookes, how strangely alter'd!
Is he not dead? no, no, his pulse is quicke,
His heart is strong, and rising, in his heate,
Threatens with strokes, my churlish hand to beate:
Nature, how couldst in one so firmely tie
Perpetuall motion to fixt constancy?
How can this wonder fall in Notion,
A heart vnmou'd, yet still in motion!
Alas he weepes, I hope his griefe and feares
Swimme fast away in those sad streaming teares.
Th'ast mourn'd enough, more iustly may I weepe,
Leaue me thy teares, rest thou and sweetely sleepe.
Thalander starts vp.
Tha.
Morpheus, one more such dreame shall buy me.
Olin.
Nay whither flies Thalander? here's Olinda:
Tell mee why wak'd the substance thou eschewest,
Whose shadowe in a dreame thou gladly viewest.
Tha.
Thou fairest shadow of a Nymph more faire,
Death yet I see cannot thy light impaire.
Olin.
Thou dreamest still Thalander!
Tha.
Ah too too true;
For such a sight wake shall I neuer viewe.
Olin.
I liue.
Tha.
Would I were dead on that condition.
Olin.
So would not I: beleeue me friend, I liue.
Tha.
Could I beleeue it, I were happie.
Olin.
If mee thou wilt not, trust thy sence, thy eyes.
Tha.
They saw thee dead, how shall I trust my eie,
Which either now or then did vowchalie?
Olin.
Credit thy touch.
Tha.
Then like a dreame thou 'lt flie,
Olin.
Thou flyest, thou art the shadow loue not I:
Thalander, take this, tis thine for euer,
Nothing but death, nor death this knot shall seuer.
Enter Alcippus.
Al.
How is this! haue you learnt, haue you learnt your mother
Circes art to raise the dead? wonder? thinke shee liues.
Olin.
What says Thalander? does he yet beleeue mee?
Tha.
If thou art dead, faire hand, how doest reuiue mee?
Olin.
Thalander, heart and hand had now beene cold but for,
Glaucilla, she preuenting Cosma, temperd the poysonous viall,
changing death for sleepe, so gaue mee life, thee loue.
Tha.
Alcippus, art thou there? thou art my freind I prethee
tell mee true, true Alcippus! doest thou not see Olinda?
Al.
I see her in your hand.
Tha.
Art sure tis she? tell me, are wee aliue?
Art sure we wake? are we not both mistaken?
If now I sleepe, O let me neuer waken.
Al.
If you would surely know, trie if shee breathe,
Thy hand liues: doe thy lips liue too Olinda!
Alcippus, shee liues and breathes, Alcippus:
And with that sugred bread my heart both fir'd,
And life and loue with thousand ioyes inspir'd.
Ah my Olinda.
Olind.
My deare, my deare Thalander.
Tha.
Ist possible thou liu'st? ist sure I hold thee?
These happy armes shall neuer more vnfold thee.
Olin.
Tell mee, my loue, canst thou such wrongs forgiue mee?
Tha.
My ioy, my soule.
Olin.
I neuer more will grieue you.
Canst thou forget my hate, my former blindnes?
If not, boldly reuenge my rash vnkindnes.
Pierce this vile heart my soules vngratefull center,
Pierce with thy dart where loues dart could not enter.
Tha.
For thy defence my hand shall still attend thee,
My hand and heart, but neuer to offend thee:
The only penance that I enioyne thee euer,
Is that wee liue and loue and ioy together.
Thinke not my hand will sacriledge commit,
To breake this temple where all Graces sit.
Olin.
True, true my loue, tis vow'd a temple now,
Where euer shall be worshipt loue and thou.
Al.
You happie paire, since Cosma's spight's defeated,
And Magoe's charmes, and death by loue is cheated,
Why stand you here? tis time from hence to moue:
This was the bedde of death, and not of loue.
Death hath his part of night, loue challengeth
The rest, loue claimes the night as well as death.
Tha.
What sayes my loue?
Olin.
What my Thalander, euer
With thee to life or death, but from thee neuer.
Al.
This halfe perswades mee to become a louer.
Exeunt.
Where better could her loue then here haue neasted?
Or he his thoughts more daintily haue feasted?
Manet Alcippus.
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