 | Filli Di Sciro. Or Phillis of Scyros |  |
Scen. 4.
AMYNTAS.Thanks be to Heaven, I am now return'd
Once more to Sollace in these fertile Fields
To breath in open Ayr, and to behold
This glorious Sun again; Ye Sacred Gods,
If when to you I sent my humble prayers,
You did restore life to my liveless Limbs,
Give now a lively spirit to my soul
Whilest I with true devotion pay my vows,
And lowly thus adore this blessed Sun.
I do adore the Sun; but where alas,
Where is the Suns fair Idol, which above
This Sun I must adore? I pay my vows
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But woes me, where is she that is my life?
I cannot see thee my sweet Celia, and yet
Thou art alone the life I must implore
And thou the Idol which I must adore.
Where art thou then, where dost thou hide thy self?
Celia that art the brightness of the Spheres,
Sent like a flash of lightening, first to smite
My tender heart, and then to vanish quite,
Thou fleddest from me then, when I could not
Remove my foot from deaths infernal snare:
But into what part canst thou wander now
Whither I will not follow thee, through Woods
Through lowly Valleys, and ore Mountains Tops:
I will pursue the still, though still in vain,
I hunt thy footsteps with Eternal pain.
It shall be my delight to lick the Earth,
Where thy fair foot hath trod; it may be known,
By the sweet Flowers, where they do thickest grow.
It shall be my delight to suck the Ayr,
Which once hath kist thy Face; it may be known
By the calm blasts where they do sweetest blow.
It shall be my delight still to admire,
And still admiring, seek thy beautious Rays
Amongst Vermillian Roses, and amongst
The whitest Lillies, and the fairest Flowers;
Amongst the glittering Stars, and in that Shpere,
Where the bright Sun most glorious doth appear.
But yet fond fool in vain mine eyes do gaze
First up to Heaven, and then down on Earth;
I see the Sun, Roses and Gilliflowers,
But cannot see my Celia, without whom
The Sun in all his glory gives no light,
Nor the best colour'd flowers can please my sight.
O you dead semblances of lively worth,
You are too dull displayers of her rich,
Of her diviner beauty; come my dear,
My dearest Celia come, for thou alone
Art to mine eyes, thine own true Paragon:
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Is it not Niso? sure it must be he:
And then he's in pursuit to find me out;
My dear beloved Niso, he cannot
Without me well stay long in any place:
For since he lately came to make abode
With us in Scyros here, the Sun by day,
Nor yet the Stars by night have never seen
Him far off from my side.
What then shall I doe now, or how can I
Conceal from him, what turns love hath produc't
Within my amorous Soul? I yet am but
Young in loves school; but he hath learn't to love
From his first infancy, and now he bears
Grave ancient love, in lusty youthful years;
I may do well then to disclose my self
To him, whose long experience is fit
To give me good advice, and so procure,
Some help to ease me in my misery.
But shall Amyntas then, Amyntas who
Hath ever been a hunter, and profest
Himself an open enemy to love,
Confess himself to be a lover now?
I am in love, but shame to say I am;
I therefore will take her advice that was
The Mistress of loves School, I will make known
The love, but not the lover, and so frame
Means to conceal my self, yet shew my flame.
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