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Scen. 7.
Enter Claius.Cla.
How no feare
Can make me loose the father! Death or danger
Threat what you can; I have no heart to goe
Back to the mountaines, 'till my eyes have seen
My Amaryllis!
Amar.
O was ever love
So cros'd as mine! was ever Nymph so wretched
As Amaryllis?
Cla.
Ha! I heard the sound
Of Amarillis; where's that blessed creature,
That owes the name? are you the Virgin?
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Yes,
That fatall name is mine. I shall anon
Be nothing but the name.
Cla.
O speak, what hand,
What barbarous Tigers issue, what cursed whelpe
Of Beares or Lyon, had the marble heart
To wound so sweet a Nymph?
Amar.
O sir, my bloud
Calls none but fortune guilty. I by chance
Stumbled on mine own dart, and hurt my selfe.
Clai.
Then I have hearbs to cure it: heaven I thank thee
That didst instruct me hither! still the bloud
Flowes like a scarlet torrent, whose quick streame
Will not be checkt: speak Amarillis, quickly,
What hand this sinne hath stain'd, upon whose soule
This bloud writes murther; till you see the man
Before your eyes, that gave the hurt, all hope
In Physick is despaire:—She will not speak,
And now the cure growes to the last. Yet here
I have a Recipe will revive her spirits, Applies a medicine and rubs her tēples.
And 'till the last drop of her blood be clean
Exhausted from those azure veines, preserve her;
But then shee's lost for ever! Then, O Ceres,
If there be any in these groves, men, virgins,
Beast, bird, or trees, or any thing detesting
This horrid fact, reveale it! Sacred grasse
Whose hallowed greene this bloudy deed hath stain'd,
Aske nature for a tongue to name the murtherer!
I'le to the Temple:—If this place containe
Any Divinity, Piety, or Religion,
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Ompha, or Oracle, Shrine, or Altar, speake
Who did it: who is guilty of this sinne,
That dyes the earth with bloud, & makes the heavens
Asham'd to stand a witnesse?
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