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Act. 3.

Scene 1.

Leonida, Adamas.
Leonida.
It was not far from hence I saw him last,
Whose scarce known Visage Grief had so o'recast,
As't had not left one Character to be
Decypher'd for another Misery.
So well delineated the angry Gods
To see in Criminals would let fall their Rods.
From yonder Stream oft he his Thirst allaid,
And what his Hands took forth, his Eyes repai'd.
Him hasting to aboard, his flying Fear
Avoided me, his Sorrows to endear.

Adamas.
The heav'ns will guide us, who do me ordain
To heal my Own, in curing of his Pain.
Their Oracle I late consulted have,
Who me, as readily, this Answer gave.

Oracle.
Seek that Shepherd, and him unite
To his Mistris in Hymens right;
So shall be ended his Annoy,
And thy Age crown'd with endless Joy.

Leonida.
I hear a voice, but the o're charged Bows
T'approach the same no passage us allows.

SONG.
The Scene is chang'd by the discovery of an Arbor, wherein Celadon sits and sings.

Celadon.
He comes forth his Arbor.
Not onely Death, but each thing doth forsake
Their proper Nature, wretched me to make.
That angry God, whose force I long have tri'de,
To himself.
Against his Pow'r his Pow'r seems to divide.
Love doth It self, elsewhere, by Absence kill:
But ah! in Mine, Love doth but Love fulfil.
These unfrequented Shades, m'infernal cell
With hollow whist'ling Winds my fun'ral knell,
Though Emblems of Horror, cease to affright,
And to augment my Grief, do it delight,
And thou fair Stream, Repriever of my Life,
Thy Nature bad thee then to end this Strife;
But thou denyd'st, foreseeing from mine Eyes,
T'inlarge thy flood a second Source should rise.

He discovers them and seems to flie. Takes hold of him.
Leonida.
Fly not, but from thy self, whose Cruelty
Hath thus betray'd our failing Charity;

Adamas.
Was it for this that thou didst me require,
Free thee from Others, 'gainst thy self conspire?
But thou t'obey thy Mistris seemest bent;
Not thee to lose, but try, was her Intent.
Improvidence 'twere that Triall t'undergo,
Wherewith we should the tried overthrow.

Celadon.
Not me to try, but 'cause I incurr'd her Hate,
She thus ordains me to this banish't State.

Adamas.
That act of hate, was but th'effect of Love,
Jealousie, which this Evidence doth remove:

Celadon.
Not her Sentence,

Adamas.
Thus observ'd, did she know,
A second Sentence would that overthrow.

Celadon.
She cannot err, nor other witness needs,
Save this my Heart which t'her immolish't bleeds.

Leonida.
Will you then Murder to her charge thus lay,
For so you must, if thus your self you slay.

Celadon.
No more then when before their Shrine doth fall
Th'innocent Lamb, the Gods we guilty call.

Leonida.
Those are their own, and they may them require.

Celadon.
So am I hers, to whom I now expire.

Adamas.
But you 'gainst Heav'ns will, can't your self dispose.

Celadon.
Such is Heav'ns will; those Beauties who disclose,
Printing thereon their vis'ible Majesty,
Not disobey'd without Impiety.

Adamas.
Beauty, 'tis true, is of the Gods a Ray,
But not the Matter must the Form obey:
That were to change th'order of Providence,
Since the one gives the other's Excellence.
Perhaps youl'l say 'tis th'Intellectu'l part
That holdeth this Predominance o're your Heart:
That neither must; for Forms Equality
Must not exact of Forms Sov'raignity.

Celadon.
But by the power of Love ours One became;
And what One wils, the other wils the same.

Adamas.
To himself.
I must seek to supplant by Craft, not Strength.
Unto this course of Life, of Time what length
Do you assign?

Celadon.
Alas! I must not chuse;
My souls Functions, who I them gave, must use.

Adamas.
Still keeping her Command, would you her see?

Celadon.
Extend not Hope t'impossibility.

Adamas.
The Gods by special order have decreed
You to my Charge, and if you be agreed,
I shall Means find t'effect what I do say.

Celadon.
I do assent, so I still her obey.

Adamas.
Name the same Words, which her Command'ment bear.

Celadon.
Till commanded 'fore her I not appear.

Adamas.
The Gods themselves do favor thy Content.
I have a Daughter for thy Safety lent,
Doth so resemble thee in Form, like clad,
Knowledge of Either scarcely can be had.
She by the custome of our Law's design'd
(From her Childhood) to live by vow confin'd;
Yet is dispensed the same to forego,
If slightest Sickness threat an Overthrow:
Great Ill't portends, if any there do dye;
She, Ile give out, is sick; while you supply
Her place, and Habit, t'entertain each day
Your fair Mistris, yet her not disobey.

Celadon.
How can that be? 'fore her I must appear.

Adamas.
As Alexis, not Celadon you were.

Celadon.
I submit to your Prudence.

Adamas.
Then retire,
And straight Ile send you disguising Attire.

Scene 2.

Sylvander, Diana, Astræa, Phillis.
Sylvander.
Say fair Mistris, what Judgement may we prove
Leads her by the hand.
In your fair Thoughts on diff'rent of our Love?

Diana.
Phillis, methinkes, scarce counterfeiteth well;
The mast'rie's yours; you her in It excel.

Sylvander.
It were Impiety so to prophane
Divine Beauty with inexpi'able staine.
It's true, at first, Love did lay down his Arms,
To Sport, not Fight, to shew th'force of your Charms
In this his facile Conquest; But ev'n now,
That I his purest Flames do feel, do vow
Ev'n by those your own sacred Beams, whose light
Hath found a way to Murder with Delight.

Diana.
'Tis better still to confirm what I say,
But better lose this Subject then our Way.
Have we yet far unto the place?

Sylvander.
Yon hill
Will our Journey, with your command fulfill.

Diana.
It seems impassible.

Sylvander.
Ile force a Way.

He makes as though he would go before.
Astræa.
And leave your Enemy here you to betray.

Sylvander.
Friendly warning; Fair Mistris her command
To this your Service that she joyn her hand.

Phillis.
Now you are guilty of the same Suspect,
Of which you sought me lately to detect.

Sylvander.
Not my Mistris, but Enemy 'tis I fear.

Phillis.
Therein your Jealousie of her is clear:
If you do not suspect your Mistris Love,
Why am I thus redoubtable It to prove?

Sylvander.
Not of her Love, but of your Treachery.

Phillis.
Y'are Jealous then of her Sufficiency;
For to your advantage you heard her say,
I had no skill the Counterfeit to play.

Sylvander.
On that belief doth your Advantage rise,
With greater ease, neglected, to surprize.

Phillis.
To Diana and Astræa. Exeunt Sil. and Phil.
I do assent to It, least at the length,
He say I him o'recome with Slight, not Strength.

Diana.
What doth this Shepherd to thy Thoughts appear?

Astræa.
Leonice stealingly listens behind them.
What you me ask unto your self is clear,
Ev'n so as Children in the Tapers flame
Sport with their finger till they burn the same.
But what think you? how do you this affect?

Diana.
Alas! my self I begin to suspect.

Astræa.
Blush not, dear Companion, Love's no Guilt;
If such it were, Beauty and Worth were spilt.

Leonice retires.
Leonice.
This was but wanting, full Revenge to take,
On which I will the sure Foundation make.

Sylvander, Hylas Phillis.
Return. Hylas encounters them.
Sylvander.
Fair Mistris, the Passage now is free,
Something w'ave found worth Curiosity.

Hylas.
How Mistris! leave that Shepherd; I suspect
To Phillis.
That with his Venome he will thee infect;
His false Axiomes have buri'd one alive;
So will they thee, if thou with him survive.

Sylvander.
What's he?

Hylas.
Tyrsis, who Mortals hath forsook,
And to his grave, his Cell, hath him betook,
In yonder Forrest, where with howling note,
As do his fellow Wolves, set's forth his throat;
A pretty effect of Love to court th'ayre,
And for what can't be had so to despaire.

Phillis.
To Hylas.
Servant, I think, my pray'rs were but in vain,
Should I implore you not incur the same.

Hylas.
Spare them good Mistris, you may well suppose,
That my wise Love some End will still propose.
To Sylvander.
What End hath his? you that his cause maintain's.

Sylvander.
Love is a God, who himself entertains
Within himself; nor doth he ought require
Without himself to cherish his Desire.
He is the Center of his own Being,
Whence his delight doth ever fall and spring,
As you may see in a well figur'd Sphere,
His End's beginning and end is ev'rywhere.

Hylas.
A pretty Myst'ry! Love doth nought require
Forth his own self; Love then is no Desire,
Since no Desire from what we have is known,

Sylvander.
But this Desire, that makes of Two but One,
Which both the Lover and the Lov'd so chains,
That what's desir'd It in It self contains.

Hylas.
So, so, this proves my Grandames Saying true,
Of one Error another doth ensue.
If Lovers to their Lov'd we chang'd could see,
Then I not Hylas, but Phillis should be.

Sylvander.
That follows not; for you do not her love;
But such Effects I in Diana prove.

Hylas.
Is not your Hat become her Hood?

Looks on his hat.
Sylvander.
Oh fie,
You know 'tis not my Hat that love's, 'tis I.

Hylas.
A modest Sepherdess, and Breeches wear!
'Tis very strange!

Sylvander.
Thus I these doubts will clear,
It is the Soul all Actions doth produce,
The Body but the instrument for her use;
So that 't being the Soul which only loves,
'Tis the Soul onely Transformation proves.

Hylas.
But since I love the Body with the Mind,
Why do not I now my self Phillis find?

Sylvander.
It is Equality, that Love begets;
The Body, Soul's inferior, it not admits;
The Soul onely the Soul can love; But see
A more plain Reason for this Unity:
The Understanding, Will, and Memory
Are said the Soul in ev'ry Faculty.
Of only what we know, can Love remain,
The knowledge and thing known are but the same.
Like Transformation doth each Function prove,
Since they all joyn th'Affection but to move:
Will to the will'd, the Memory is brought
Into the thing whereon 't imploys the Thought:
If thus each Function, then must needs the Whole
Transmute it self into the loved Soul.

Hylas.
You fetch this far; yet this not much avails,
Since still the Bodies Transformation fails.

Sylvander.
Phillis Body of her's no part; for dead,
Not that 'tis, but was Phillis, 'twould be sed.

Hylas.
Unite me to her Body, take the Rest,
And see which of them both shall please us best.

Phillis.
They advance to the far side of the Theater.
You have too long withheld us; Night draws near.

Sylvander.
Hah! a Temple, whose Inscription doth bear;
From hence, far, far, avoid all ye
Are untouch't with Love's purity.
Within this sacred Grove each day
Burneth a true immolish't Heart,
Which liveth onely by loves Art
T'adore the Goddess Astræa.

Diana.
Is this the place y'intended us to lead?

Sylvander.
I ne're, before, on it did ever tread,
I have mistook that way.

Phillis.
May we draw nigh?

Sylvander.
Not without Rev'rence to this Deity.
Thou divne Pow'r, who herein worship't art,
Make obeysance to the temple and goes in.
Accept as thou requir'st so pure a Heart.

Hylas.
I do suspect my own Love's purity,
He hath so oft told me the Contrary.

Phillis.
Why how now Servant! is your Love so weak,
They enter while Hylas lies down at the door.
It forceth you our Company to break?

Hylas.
It is an Argument of my Piety;
No jesting, Mistris, with a Deity.

Sylvander.
He takes out a table and reads.

Hylas.
I do believe what thou hast read, is ta'ne
From whence 'twas hatch't, thy melancholy Brain;
Which thou ventest as from this Diety,
To give thereto better Authority.

Sylvander.
That might well be, if none could read but I.

Hylas.
Confirm me with the sight thereof.

Sylvander.
Not I.
If your Body this holy place prophane,
Their holier Laws much more your Eyes will stain.

Phillis.
Hylas steals forth the table, where unseen he alters them.
'Tis Celadons hand.

Diana.
And that Picture we see
Upon the Altar, should Astræas be.

Phillis.
Then 'tis an Argument h' is yet alive.

Astræa.
My dying Sorrow do not again revive.

Phillis.
This rather is a cause of Joy, then Grief.

Astræa.
If you make him alive in my Belief,
And prove it not; he is twice slain to me.

Sylvander.
Our Druy'ds do teach us this Divinity;
Those Bodies on earth unburie'd remain,
Their Souls still wander up and down the same;
Such may be his; whose body being drown'd,
Could not b' interr'd, 'cause it could not be found.
Yet in this Case, the Ceremonies will
Appease his Ghost, if all rights we fullfill.

Astræa.
Which my sad Piety shall undertake.

Diana.
A Druy'd there is hard by; lets thither make.

Hylas.
Mistris! I see, here dwels some Diety;
I feel a scruple of m' Impiety
In Love; and would an unfaign'd Convert be,
If that the Tables Lawes I might but see.

Phillis.
Why you have heard them;

Hylas.
From an Enemy,
Against me fram'd of Contrariety.

Diana.
That is but just.

Sylvander.
Though unprofitable,
To fix a mind s' extreamly vari'able.

Hylas.
Wilt thou ingage thy self with me by vow,
What is therein to follow, and allow?

Sylvander.
I will dispense with yours: Love is my tye.

Hylas.
And what I find therein, such Ties will I,
Phillis brings the table to him, and he reads.
If thou wilt perfect lover be:
What thou lov'st, love not inf'nitely.

Sylvander.
Read right Shepherd:

Hylas.
Mistris; do you oresee.
Else he'l suspect, 'tis but my Trechery.
Phillis overlookes him.
Med'ocrity, gives love the prise,
Extremity therin doth rise
Rather from a selfe Treachery,
Then from a firme Fidelity:

Sylvander.
Can it be so?

Phillis.
I'me sure, so I it find.

Sylvander.
Then you must make me beleeve I was blind.

Hylas.
Mistrists! had I not Reason to suspect?
And you, Shepherd, to your vow have Respect.

Diana.
Here's that will end the Diff'rence; oh Deceit?
Diana looking on the table finds the deceit.
Neither need fail; here each reads his Conceit;
Both what 'twas and is;

Sylvander.
It must repair'd be
With his own hand;

Exeunt.
All.
To that we all agree.

A SONG.
Sung in the intermission.


Rest gentle Ghost, to consummate thy Night;
And gentle Earth unto his Bones be light.
Farewell Cëladon, Cëladon, farewell;
Our Dolefull Notes thus ring thy fun'rall Knell;

Scene 3.

Adamas, Alexis, Leonida.
Adamas.
Celadon in vestal habit. Leonida encounters them. To Leonida.
What Musick's that which so far off we hear?

Leonida.
My haste to you doth that Relation bear,
Astræa this your Guest believing dead,
Thus celebrates his Fun'ral in yon' Mead.

Adamas.
'Tis better still to further our Intent;

Leonida.
Which finished, their Course is hither bent,
To visit this our fair disguised Druy'd.

Alexis.
M'approaching ruine!

Adamas.
Your Fancies still indu'd
With those vain shadowes! To Leonida:
Where's Paris, my Son?
To Celadon.
Cast off thy Fears; our Joyes are now begun:
To Leonida.
Bid him to haste before, them to receive;

Leonida.
His Love hath discharg'd that Duty, believe.

Adamas.
Love! to whom?

Leonida.
T'one, were not Celadon here;
I should say, she Astræa's equal were
In Beauty; ti's the fair Diana:

Adamas.
She!
He meets my wishes in that Amity;
Nor is't the meaness of a Stock so low
Shall me ingage not suffer it to grow;
These Shepherds which on Lignon seated be,
Are of th'Extraction of Nobility;
Who from the world seeking a calme Repose
To shelter them, this humble Being chose.
But our Devotions to their Rites me call,
So let them know; and kindly welcome all.
Exit Adamas:

Leonida.
Comfort, fair Dry'd; what you now fear to see,
Should your wishes,

Alexis.
Rather my Ruine be;

Paris, Diana, Phillis, Stella Astræa, Hylas, Sylvander.
Paris.
Leading Diana by the hand, To her:
Such Joy this Place your presence doth afford,
As if descending Jove did it aboard:
But for our Entertainment fain we would,
Like him, on you distil a show'r of Gold;

Diana.
Gentle Paris! your worth and Curtesie
Have in my thoughts far greater Efficacy.

Paris.
If Perfection of both extracted were,
In my eye, yet, too mean they would appear,
Did not Magnificence and Majesty meet,
Like humble vassals, prostrate at your feet.

Leonida.
They incounter.
Our hasty Loves, long expecting, would blame.
Had not this unexpected, clear'd the same;

Diana.
The bad Courtiers humor, is with us met;
Rather to make Present, then pay a Debt.

Astræa.
Fair Nymph, you us t'excuse Custome invites,
Particulars are slow to Common Rites.

Leonida.
Yet, if most not mistake, this fair Abstract,
At your hands, more then common Rites exact.

Astræa.
To Astrea presenting Alexis, she salutes her.
Such Perfections heav'n reserves for His use;
Particular Right to them were an Abuse.

Hylas.
With Heav'ns favor, and yours, I do prepare,
Hylas interposeth them.
In those of this fair Druy'ds to have a share.

Alexis.
Returnes to Astrea.
Those Graces which in you excelling are,
Can only speak a worthy Devotaire.

Hylas.
Phillis My late Mistris, adue, adue;
Takes her by the hand.
Hylas before the Old preferrs the New;

Phillis.
VVill you leave me?

Hylas.
I took you to that end.

Alexis.
And so e're long to me you will pretend.

Hylas kisses Alexis hand.
Hylas.
Suspect not Hylas, Hylas cannot change.

Phillis.
For Hylas, so long Hylas, still will range.

Alexis.
Those things by us may easily be spar'd,
'Gainst whose loss Expectation is prepar'd.

Phillis.
That he a suddain Penitent may be,
My worth in your Judgement now let him see,
To Diana.
Mistris, this is the day, the term's expir'd,
And from your self our sentence is requir'd.

Diana.
To Alexis.
It must be granted; If you not distast,
Your better houres in trifles so to waste.

Alexis.
Not to partake your innocent Pastime,
VVere 'gainst mine own Peace to commit a Crime.

Diana.
To Leonida.
Fair Nymph, it is but just; you see the end,
Since you the birth saw:

Leonida.
Gladly I attend.
But what saies Sylvander?

Sylvander.
He cannot fear,
Spotless, before so just a judge, t'appear.

Leonida.
She gives Diana a garland: being all seated:
Unto you first a Garland, then a Seate;
And now the progress of your Loves repeate;
'Twas Phillis first began this Difference,
And Phillis first must speak her own pretence.

Phillis.
She stands forth and with low reuerence speaks.
Fair mistris, now my Judge, wonder takes place,
To see one yet alive of Ixions race,
Vain and presumptuous, that durst undertake
Those divine Graces the Object to make
Of his aspiring Hope; All it so deeme,
By his Service, thus to seek your Esteem.
But leaving this, Let's first disclose the spring,
Whence issu'eth forth true Loves proper being;
Equality, and Sympathy (himself doth say)
The sourses are; which Argument I may
Use 'gainst himself; So resemblance in Sexe
Must give me to your Love fairest pretexe;
Whose nourishment from Conversation growes:
My habits therein on me most bestowes;
Since ev'n but yesterday he did obtain
Knowledge of your Beauties, or of your Name;
Besides, if worth herein may be a Plea,
Th'advantage therein can mine only be,
Be'ing of your Sexe; nor can he it deny,
VVithout offence unto Loves Deity,
And yours: Besides, did ever any hear
Dissimulation Love-worthy should appear,
VVhich took not be'ing from his mistris Beauty;
But from our wager, and his vanity;
Or if I grant in true Loves flames he burn,
This doth but still to my advantage turn;
Since I the Author am he undertook
On those divine Beauties with Love to look,
VVhich his own want of Courage or of wit
VVould not have seen; or to Love him admit,
But that I did provoke him; more t'inferr,
VVould now but serve my Glories to deferr.

She with a low reverence retires. Sylvander stands forth, and after low rev'rence he kneels.
Sylvander.
Those Poets fain the last of heav'nly Race
VVas fled from Earth, foresaw not hers, your place.
'Fore our Astræas Temple, I must joyn
VVith M'adversary; gainst my self combine;
Our difference was who should deserve your Grace,
By our poor Services; 'twas to imbrace
(I yield to what she doth alleadge) a clowd,
And give our too rash Thoughts too fair a Shrowd;
The Gods, who only such Perfections frame,
In their Breasts Fire bear worthy of the same.
'Tis nature I should blame, were I not sure,
All Mortals the same rig'rous Law indure.
Yet thus I may, why such Perfections gave,
And wrought nought worth Relati'on them to have;
What she in you requires, though I can't give:
Yet what in me affords, I shall, whil' I live;
Nor can be tax'd of Presumpti'on, herein;
Since from those forcing Beauties Love did spring;
VVhich can't be slight, as M' Adversare objects,
Produc'd from such all excelling Subjects;
Nor is my pure Flame from Equalitie,
(As she insists) Natures common decree;
In mine, your excellence doth most appear,
That thus my thoughts bove Natur's laws can rear.
VVhy do you say they want of Reason prove,
VVho see what's am'iable, and it not love,
Yet not allow, ev'n in the same Respect,
That this my Love, as such, she should protect.
For Love be'ing bred from what is good and fair,
VVhat is bred of't, such Nature still must wear.
It follows then, she like Resentments have
For those Effects which her own Beauties gave,
Unless you'l prophane her Capacity,
In giving it the same Deficiency;
But that, you'l say, inferrs my Love, not me,
Should be esteem'd; you yet do not foresee
My Love is joyn'd with such mysterious ties;
Me thus to love, but proper Love implies;
You plead th'advantage of your Sexe, as bent
To love semblable were natures Intent;
In Beasts see where her motives simple be,
Their Preservations binde t'each contrarie.
The gentle Turtle mourns, her male Mate dead,
From whom remov'd, the Palm hangs down her head.
But 'tis perhaps, elective Love you claim,
By your so long Conversat'ion, the same
Your imperfections better do discover,
Shewing you are an Insufficient Lover;
Th'Advantage of your Sexe, again's your Aid,
Then ours more worthy; that is not gainsaid;
Nature to you most Perfections doth lend,
Whence best Discourses take their births and end:
But you forsaking th'Impress'ions She gave,
By your defect in Love are more deprave.
You pretend to the glory of my Love;
Th'Author thereof seeking your self to prove.
This must be judg'd according to th'Intent,
Which but to Dissimulat'ion here was bent,
For which you deserve Punishment; My H'art
Did only true, 'unfaigned Love impart,
Which being produc'd beyond eithers Design,
Shows that the secret author was divine:
But both our Pleas and Services are vain,
Striving by either her Esteem to gain,
Perfections bove Natures, her Laws her free;
Makes low rev'rence, and retires.
Ours, not as Presents, but Rights tender'd be.

Diana.
The Subject now in Diff'rence judg'd should be,
Not from words only, but th'Effects we see;
VVhich since I both in equal ballance way:
This Sentence, as your Judge, pronounce I may:
Phillis more ami'able, I do approve,
But Sylvander knows better to make Love.
For which respects, to each, with equal hand,
She takes Phillis by the hand and sets her in her seat.
You I ordain my Seat; you my Garland.

Alexis.
An equal Judge: Nere Sentence was like this:
On Sylvanders head kneeling she places her garland, and gives him her hand to kiss.
VVhere thus each Party full contented is;

Hylas.
A goodly Recompence! and must this be,
My fair Mistris, an Example for me?

Alexis.
So much of me to your self not propose,
We are the God's; they only us dispose.

Hylas.
Insomuch as when I would kiss those eyes,
To consult th'Oracle, I must Sacrifice.

Alexis.
They will not grant what is against our Vow.

Hylas.
What then for all my serive do y'allow?

Alexis.
The satisfaction to have loved me.

Hylas.
With that, the voyage not discharg'd will be.

Alexis.
I see you seek Pretences, me to leave.

Hylas.
Mistris, I will no longer you deceive.
If yon Shepherdess continue me to please,
As she hath done within this hour, I seise
On a new Object; yet grant me but this
He kisses her hand and turnes to Stella. Kisses Stellas hand.
For all my Services, your hand to kiss.
Fair One, to you I tender all the Grace
I 'ere receiv'd, and seat you in their place.

Sylvander.
They are but violencies.

Hylas.
Him give no ear.

Stella.
I know him well, your Enemy not fear.
Since you'l me serve, I think it fit we draw
Cov'nants of Love, may be to each a Law.

Hylas.
My future Mistris, So I must you call,
Till by this Covenant, yours you me install,
So much delight from our Loves I foresee,
He hastily takes paper out of his Scrip, and seems to write, still reading, as he writes.
This shall no longer discontinu'd be.
That neither do usurpe Authority
O're each other, which we call Tyranny;
That each the Lover and the Lov'd shall be;
Without Constraint shall be our Amity;
That each may Love so long as each shall please;
And that when either will, either may cease;
That when each will, each one may others love,
And keep our old Loves or the same remove.
That Jealousie, Sorrows, Complaints banish't be,
As incompatible with our Amity:
That in our Words and Actions each be free,
Without the others Incommodity.
That none be lyars in Word or Effect,
Terms of Fidelity and Love reiect;
That both or one without the other may
Cease, or continue our Loves to obey;
That when both, or one, of love is depriv'd,
Of both, or one, again 't may be reviv'd:
That long Love and long Hatred we omit,
We will both Love and Injury forget.
Do you like them?

Stella.
It cannot be deny'd.

Hylas.
She seems to set her hand to't.
Then next your Servants name your own subscribe.

Sylvander.
Hold, I think fit this other added be,
Without Constraint to keep your Liberty.

Hylas.
What may that be?

Sylvander.
That each may, when each lift,
From any One or All these Laws desist.

Hylas.
He seems to write.
'Tis not amiss, the Counsel is so good,
Though from m' En'my, it must not be withstood.

Astræa.
O're envious Night with clowdy brows denies
Farther Delight to our Societies.

Alexis.
The loss is ours, but each Day shall renew
Our parting Pleasures with fresh Enterview.