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Act 5.

Scene 1.

Alexis.
Lonely Drsert! affrighting Solitude!
Such winding Path like Error hath indu'd
My wilder Thoughts; whose Turnings as thine might
Lead to the entrals of eternal Night;
How you become my Fortunes thus o'regrown
With Time, and Neglect, and thus still alone:
No rude Hand comes to fell your high rais'd Crown,
To lop your Branches, or your Trunks cut down,
Unless some Tempest do a Member tear;
Yet none, but such, as long corrupted were,
Which like a faithful Surgeon takes away,
Lest it the Whole to ruin should betray;
While you close rank't in your united Band,
His rude Incounter securely withstand.
Alas, my scatter'd Thoughts disbanded are,
And wage against themselves a civil War,
In their divided discord laying waste,
What should, like thine, a mournful Peace have grac't;
The Cause I would relate; But that, I fear,
It would to you it self so much endear;
In tears you would your fertile Juyce dispend,
So with your fragrant Burthens you would end
Continual Food her Altars to supply,
Whose acceptable Sacrifice, I dye.
Ne're Victim yet immolish't twice became,
'Tis only I must suffer twice the same;
And since my Love all others doth exceed,
'Tis fit more often I for it should bleed:
Nor yet Astræa, shall less cruel Fate,
As once before, again renew thy Hate.
Not thy Sentence to shun, I yet do live,
But greater glory I the same may give;
My better Genius prompts me to an Act
Doth hitherto mine own sought End protract,
Wherein, as Authors, those fair Eys shall be
True VVitness to true Loves Fidelity;
I hear the Boughs rustle; my self Ile hide,
Retires.
Lest to prevent me Fate some hither guide.

Sylvander.
Wy 'gainst the Heav'ns irrevocable Decree
Yet struggles this my weak Humanity?
If it not pow'r have these twins to divorce,
Yet sure Diana's Sentence is of force.
I charge thee, said she, till I others be,
Against thy self act no Hostility;
I am from that Protraction now dismist,
And from the Execution long will not desist,
As curious Fear me to yon Valley led,
I met a Swain, whose care-discharged head
Rung on his Oaten Reed such merry Notes,
As Birds when Emulation strains their throats.
His nimble Feet did equal Measure beat,
To what his nimbler Fingers did repeat;
I him approach't, and of him sought to know
Why he in Mirth did so much overflow?
Who said, our Shepherds Glory's wed to day,
And 'tis our universal Holiday.
A secret Fear seis'd my distracted Sense
Presaging strait without Intelligence
That it Diana was; which true I found,
VVhen of his Mirth he had disclos'd the Ground.
Cruel Diana! did thy command intend
To witness this should be deferr'd my End?
But 'tis no Time for Plaints; both Heav'n and thee
Do glut your selves with your slow Cruelty;
Yet stay! what shall the welcome Agent be?
Or Sword, or Floud? in neither's Certainty;
Ile to yon Heav'n neighb'ring Mountains summit,
And where he doth his head out hanging jet,
I will precipitate my self to Dust,
And make my hasty Execution just;
He, that pretends to such Divinitie,
Must fall like him, who to the Heav'ns would flie.

Alexis discovers her self, and holds him.
Alexis.
Stay thy rash Execution yet a while;
Of thy charitable Office, not beguile
(In Mis'ry) thy Companion.

Sylvander.
Celadon!
For such, disguis'd, thou wer't to me made known.

Alexis.
And such I am.

Sylvander.
Wherein can I thee aid?
Who to my own Misfortunes am betray'd?

Alexis.
If that my own Griefs had left any room
For an Increase, they greater would become;
Let thy Favor give to my Grave a Peace,
And from me bid m'incensed Brother cease
His renew'd Enmity t'Astræa's Race,
Whose Command, dying, tell her I imbrace;
And will revive to all Posterity
The forbid Fountain of Loves Verity
With my own Death, wherein she plain shall see,
My Love most priz'd by that Divinity.

Sylvander.
I envy this thy Glory, and do blame
My self, I thought not to attempt the same.
Like Charity I must request of you,
That which you sought of me, to me now shew;
Admit me Partner to your Enterprise,
From you the Glory only shall arise.

Alexis.
Preserve thy Vertue to a greater End,
It may a Nation, nay a World defend.

Sylvander.
I must not leave you.

Alexis.
They imbrace.
Nor must be deny'd,
VVith thee 'tis Glory Glory to divide.

Scene 2.

Astræa, Diana.
Astræa.
While yet Death's elder brother doth exact
His welcome Tributes; with Death we contract,
Hid with the Vale of yet unmasked Night,
From all Attachments we secure out Flight.
Yet by fair Cynthia's glim'ring light we see,
I judge this our intended Path should be.

Diana.
How hardy Love the frailty doth subdue
Of our weak Sex? No Fear doth us pursue,
Th'horror of Night, unguarded and alone
Dismaies us not, because no Evil known.

Astræa.
Such are thy happy Suff'rings; but my Guilt
Is onely clear'd, when for't my Bloud is spilt:
Thou art not faulty, cause anothers Force,
Not thine, as mine, wrought thy fair Loves Divorce.
'Tis just for it that I should onely die.

Diana.
Envy me not in Death Society;
Thine own Words plead thy Life, all do agree,
That Victyms spotless, innocent should be.

Astræa.
And such shall make me these repentant Floods.
She seems to weep.
Desist to dye; needless are both our Bloods;
One onely of our Sex must satisfie
Of true Loves Fountain the Divinity;
Whose Wisdome will provide a Lover fit
For the Releasment worthy to submit.

Diana.
With your Pardon, why should it not be I?
My Heart tels me it feels an Amity,
Is such as is requir'd; a faithful pair
Of the most perfect Lovers ever were,
VVhose only Deaths the secret Charm unties.

Astræa.
Disputes are vain to make known Amities.
Fair Diana, the Gods betwixt us judge,
Who will I hope preserve thee.

Diana.
Do not grudge
Me thy fair Glory thus but to partake.

Astræa.
Love in his Glory will no Rival make.
Our diff'rence ends! see, see, the new born day,
The fountains discovered, they approach, & Astræa first kneels.
The Fountains figure to us doth display:
All pow'rful Love, who Nature do'st preserve,
But me destroy'st; unband thee and observe,
As my pure Love is perfect in thine Eyes,
Receive me worthy for thy Sacrifice,
T'appease thine Ire; this Fountain to set free,
And render Lovers thy hid Mysterie.

Diana.
She kneels.
Thou divine pow'r of Love, I need not tell
My Love is perfect, for thou know'st it well.
Command thy Lions insensible to be
To fair Astræa, spare her sweet Beauty,
Else you destroy the Power you have got,
Amongst Mortals your Name will be forgot;
Your Temples rac't, your Tapers no more shine,
Your Altars smoke, nor you no more divine.
Accept my Death, your Anger to asswage,
I yield my Corps to satisfie their Rage.

Astræa.
Dear Diana, wrong not your self and me,
'Tis ev'n herein your own preheminency
That pleads your preservation, if the Gods
Be just, and can distinguish Beauties odds;
Therefore I do again your Pow'rs implore,
Preserve her, and preserve your Treasures store.
She kneels again. Diana would kneel, but is withheld by Astrea. They imbrace one another, and fall one on the one side of the fountain, the other on the other, fast asleep.
No more; I do conjure thee by our Love,
'Gainst my Desire, and Peace, the Gods not move.

Alexis, Sylvander.
Alexis.
Each Mountains pride with new gilt Crown appears,
And fair Aurora hath dry'd up her Tears;
Let us renew our Speed; I fear some sent
In search of us, should our Design prevent.
Ha! Astræa!

Sylvander.
They draw nigh the fountain, and discover Astrea and Diana.
Good Gods! Diana see.

Alexis.
Or doth Heav'n mock our weak Humanity?
If she, you Gods, why grant you such Repose
To her unjustly caus'd me mine to lose?

Sylvander.
What hath ye hither brought, ye beaut'ous Pair?
Was it again our Lives to reinsnare?
They are become your Triumphs and your Spoils.
Cease yet again thus to renew their Broils.

Alexis.
Kneels.
You Soul-charming Power! unclose her Eye,
Not to appease, but see her Cruelty.
You do withhold an Object more would please,
Then doth this your untimely flatt'ring Ease:
But you know better it doth her delight,
Thus to deprive me of her loved Sight;
In vain I you implore; Astræa hath shown
Div'nities now insensible are grown.

Sylvander.
Thou fair Inchainer of my Soul, receive
Kisses Diana.
My last Farewel; And do not me bereave
Thy blest Mem'ry; VVhich Favor if thou give,
I shall not dye, but in thee still shall live,
Kisses her hand.
Fil'd with those Joys, which Mortals do recite,
When to the Gods they shall themselves unite.

Alexis.
Kisses Astrea.
The like Farewel to thee, thou glorious Pride
Of her that fram'd thee, now we must divide.
But to what Heav'n so ever I do go,
Depriv'd of thee, I shall not think it so.
Ile there attend thee like a mournful Dove,
Kisses her hand.
Perhaps when dead, thou wilt approve my Love;
Why tempt we so our Frailty? thus to greet,
Approaching Death makes Heaven with Hell to meet.

Sylvander.
They both rise.
Yet be perswaded gentle Friend to live,
She that was once offended may forgive;
Can any think, who sees that heav'nly Face,
Anger there moves a Circulary Race.

Alexis.
A greedy Partner thus to dispossess
Him that did give thee to thy Share Access.
My jealous Love would me provoke to chide,
They imbrace. He kneels to the fountain.
But that we must Unite e're we divide,
You Pow'r inclin'd to Pitty, who inspires
This only Cure to unquiet Desires,
Least that my Grief, as your Divinity;
Both immortal, and infinite should be,
Receive this Body for your Sacrifice,
My Soul too you should have, but that her Eye
With sacred Charms so captive it retains,
(Though cruel she) It other Bonds disdains,
Yet let my Death, to satisfie her Crime
Against my Love, be to you a Victyme.
Let the Subject of our unhappy Strife
Be subject to prolong her Peace and Life.

Sylvander.
Kneels to the fountain.
Thou cruel Pow'r, whose irrevocable Law,
My Soul through all those Ils could hap, did draw.
He rises.
See your Sentence fulfill'd, and see that you,
As in the Evil, in the Good be true.

Alexis.
I fear these Beasts should forth their Limits stray,
And hurt these fair Ones.

Sylvander.
Let's bear them away.

Alexis.
The eager Beasts approach.

Sylvander.
Let's them defend.

Alexis.
Alexis hastily enters, Sylvander follows and fals down at the entry.
Rather secure them avancing our End.

Phillis, Adamas, Bellinda, Paris, Lycidas, Hylas, Stella, Leonida.
Phillis.
Undoubtedly th'are there, the Shepherd said
He saw them both asleep, but be'ing afraid,
Durst not approach, the Lions being nigh
Unto the same place, whereon both did lie.

Adamas.
'Tis very strange! from thence we are not far.

Phillis.
Approaching, she spies them.
Whereof Each one may be Discoverer.

Bellinda.
The company afar off seem distracted with wonder. Bellinda would run to her daughter, but is withheld by Adamas.
Oh my Shame! thus unto the world made known,
And in thy Disobedience onely shown.

Adamas.
Stop your rash Speed, you must approach no nye'r,
We must invent some Means them to retire.

Paris.
Betwixt my Wonder, Sorrow and my Love,
I strange Distractions in my self do prove.

Lycidas.
But see, me thinks i'th Fountain doth appear,
As if two other Persons yet there were,

Phillis.
By their Habits they should your Brother be,
And Sylvander.

Lycidas.
VVould Heav'n I could him see!

Adamas.
How strangly hath the Day forsook his Light,
After thunder & lightning, a flaming Cupid, on a Porphir Pyramid, appears as 'twere in the mid'st of the fountain. They fall on their knees; after some intermission the Oracle is delivered.
Our scarce born Noon is ev'n become our Night!
See, how contracted Clouds do mask the Skie,
Almost forbidding their Discovery.

Oracle.
Let this your Wonder cease,
Your Murmurs not increase
Against my Miracles:
Those Corps convey away;
And next ensuing day,
Consult my Oracles.

Cupid vanisheth; they approach the fountain, and find the bodies as dead, and without blemish, Lions converted to marble.
Adamas.
Ha! they are unblemish't.

Lycidas.
And yet are dead.

Phillis.
Without a Bruise.

Paris.
Or any Bloud being shed.

Adamas.
These Lions which so fearful did appear,
To coldest marble now converted are.

Bellinda.
Of Diana.
Thy just Punishment, but my double wrong.

Lycidas.
Too soon I find, what I have sought too long.

Paris.
Oh my afflicted Soul!

Phillis.
Oh cruel death!

Adamas.
Heav'n hath you charg'd to cease your murm'ring breath.

Hylas.
They carry forth the corps.
See now the wise Effects of constant love,
Which in their ends such Tragedies still prove.

Scene 3.

Leonice.
What I have often heard, now true I see;
The Wise are to themselves their Destiny.
The favourable Gods do still assist
Those that untir'd with Industry persist:
How long them unrelenting I assail'd
With Tears, Vows, Prayers, and yet herein fail'd
Of what my Subtilty hath brought to pass.
My Joy is doubled, I the Author was,
Who secretly, and in the dead of Night
This Desart did invade; what could affright
Being arm'd with Love, and my Tyrsis to find,
Whose Plaints became my Guides; till then ne'er kind,
Unseen at Distance following to his Cave,
VVhich when securest sleep had made his Grave,
I enter'd, him with fain'd Voice to awake,
Reciting oft Tyrsis, Tyrsis, then spake
These hollow Accents, I the shadow am
Of her thou vainly lovest, and now came
But to conjure thee to yield up my Right
To Leonice; cease unto her thy Spight:
Heav'n wils it so, and Cleon it commands,
VVho shall delight in your united Bands.
VVhen strait he it confirming with a Grone,
I vanished, and left him there alone;
But lest he should believe it but Conceit
VVrought on his Fancy, again my Deceit
Attempts a second Proof: But see th'effect,
VVhich in my Search his wandring steps direct;
Yet what with Craft I sought, with Craft Ile shun,
She retires on one side, Tyrsis enters.
Lest I should mar what is so well begun.

Tyrsis.
Thou blessed Shadow, whom I yet adore,
Why do'st thou thus command me to restore
Thy Right unto Another? can it be
That thou art tyr'd with Importunity
Of Love? or do'st my Sighs and Tears disdain,
As too mean Offrings, empty, fruitless, vaine?
Alas! though these effects oft fail, and die,
The cause endureth to Eternity:
My love which now an unknown Trial proves,
Since to destroy it self thy Will it moves,
Tempt yet the same to possibility,
Inflict some yet unheard of Cruelty:
(If any yet is left, I did not trie)
And I shall count it Guilt thee to deny:
VVhich now is such, thee even to obey,
Since thou command'st my Love, my Love betray.
Who shall dispense those holy Vows did tie
Our sympathising Souls in Harmony?
Ev'n she whose Power only did them frame,
Her Power only must dissolve the same.
If but t'unloose my Love she did intend,
Why since hers could not, seeks she not my End?
Perhaps, when Souls cast off this Earth, delight
T'in infinite objects their loves to unite:
No Jealousie can touch their pure Essence,
Which only but the Object is of Sense:
All all possess in so equal degree,
Ev'n 'twixt themselves Distinction cannot be.
Why then defer I her to satisfie?
He discovers Leonice.
Propitious Heav'n! see that Divinity,
VVho my Commander was, is now my Guide.
She seems to flie, he takes hold on her and kneels.
Leonice! ev'n she that did us divide,
Is now become the means us to unite.
If for my Punishment your exchang'd Spite,
Then mine more just, have not o'rethrown your Love.

Leonice.
VVhat Miracle is this? you Gods above
Mock not our Frailty; if this Tyrsis be,
What I of him sought, why seeks he now of me?
Or is it but his shadow you have tane,
T'increase my Sorrow, and reproach my Shame?

Tyrsis.
'Tis that Tyrsis, who for Cleons Respect,
Did long so much thy injur'd Love neglect;
But be'ing by her discharged from my vow,
No other Object can my Love allow
Then thy fair self; let no Reproach reveal
He kisses her hand.
My Shame; on this true Penitence I seale.

Leonice.
This doth confirm that you are truly he;
But your intention yet I cannot see.

Tyrsis.
Ever to be yours, if my former Hate
My true Love and Remorse may expiate.

Leonice.
How shall either be known?

Tyrsis.
Heav'n's holy Bands
Shall both confirm, joyning both Hearts and Hands.

Scene. 4.

Stella, Hylas.
Stella.
Your pleasant Humor you have left, I find;
If not to me, be to your self more kind:
Shake Dulness off; can his own Enemies Death
Thus droopingly stop merry Hylas breath?

Hylas.
It was from his my Harmony did spring,
And now is ended where it did begin;
Opposites support each other; one Wit
Enter Phillis with a merry countenance smilng on Hylas.
Begets Another, and subsists by It.
How, Phillis! doth that Countenance become
These Times? Or hath thy Inmate left his room?
In your Sex ne're Inhabitant was Sorrow,
For still 'tis here to day and gone to morrow.

Phillis.
Hylas! I'de persecute thee thus an Age,
And change thy wonted Mirth into a Rage,
Leonice and Tyrsis listen at distance to their discourse.
Could I my Joy within it self contain;
Know then, whom thou thought'st were, are now not slain.

Hylas.
Hah!

Phillis.
Astræa, Diana thou shalt see,
VVith Celadon and Sylvander living be.

Hylas.
By what strange Miracle?

Phillis.
It seems the force
Of Magick Charms were here, not to divorce
The Soul and Body, as thought, but t'invade
The depriv'd Senses with Death's seeming shade,
A breathless Slumber, which now having end,
New life to us in their revivings send.

Hylas.
I do begin m' Heresie to forsake,
But such another will a Convert make.

Leonice.
Leonice and Tyrsis enter.
By such Another, such you Other see.
Phillis me pardon your Loves Jealousie.

Tyrsis.
And let the Innocent your Grace partake.

Phillis.
Ye both are such, if such I both can make.

Hylas.
I'm thunder-strucken! how, joyn quick and dead?
I will believe now any thing can be sed.

Leonice.
We did partake your Sorrows when t'us shown,
Which by your Joy had death so soon as known.

Tyrsis.
To perfect which, let us them haste to see,

Phillis.
To that your eys may present witness be.

The whole troop of Shepherds enter in solemn manner, with great silence; which at distance making a stand, after a while Adamas alone approacheth the Temple, and kneeleth: which done, all the rest do the like at that distance they were at.
Adamas.
Ador'd Divinity, fair Venus son,
Who Agent art of all that e're begun,
Foe to Confusion; first of Heav'nly race;
As thou did'st Chaos, so vouchsafe thy Grace
Our amaz'd Doubts to order and enlight.
We come not Cur'osity to delight,
But thy prescribed Ord'nance to obey,
In consulting thy Oracle this day.
Pronounce thou God in favour of our Groves,
VVhat Destiny thou dost disign their loves.
Th'object of our Demands is to please thee;
Let our Content thy Answers Subject be.

A flaming Cupid appears in the mid'st of the fountain on a Porphic pedestal.
Oracle.
Since that faithful Lover requir'd,
Alexis, is to all expir'd,
Celadon receive thy happy Choice,
Astræa thee Heav'n doth present,
The price of thy long Discontent,
To which let none oppose his voice.

Celadon.
He avanceth and again kneels in Shepherds habit.
My humble thanks, just Love, for this thy Grace;
Thy Ordinances still I will imbrace
Above all Deities: To thee each day
I will fresh Tributes of Devotion pay;
Instead of Sighs and Tears, I will renew
The purest Flames thy Altar ever knew,
Which shall like Vestal's fier never dye,
Replenish't still by her Sun-staining Eye;
And since thou hast in Love giv'n me the Prize,
I will for ever be thy Sacrifice.

Adamas.
Celadon rising, retires to the rest of the company: all continue kneeling.
Great God, propitious still, once more disclose,
How of Sylvander doth your Will dispose.

Oracle.
Sylvander must no longer live.
To Paris I Diana give,
And Adamas my just Command
Bids that he die by thine own Hand.

Sylvander.
Cupid vanisheth. Sylvander hastily runs and casts himself on his knees before the Altar, while all the rest rise.
Thou ireful God, who become envi'us art
Of my Fdelity; glut thee with a Heart
Inshrines a Beauty would thee dispossess
Of thy usurped Pow'r, did'st not supress
By unjust Force her humble Devotairs,
Winding them thus in these thy cruel Snares;
Yet this I have to thank thee for, that I
He rises.
Shall have the Glory thus for her to die.

Diana.
You cruel Gods, mix Mercy with your Spight,
Both Lives and Loves see that you disunite.

Paris.
My Soul doth grieve it cannot happy be
Without this his preceding Misery.

Celadon.
My Joy's imperfect.

Lycidas.
Alas poor Lover!
He hath try'd one Death, now must try 'nother.

Adamas.
The Gods more cruel are! who me to live
Do suffer yet, then that they Death thee give;
Yet must our Piety obey their Will.
Prepare you strait their Sentence to fulfill.

Sylvander.
He approacheth to Diana, kneels and kisses her hand still holding it.
First then to thee fair Author of this Strife,
Not to the Gods, I offer up my Life;
They it compell'd, but thou it willing hast,
With more Piety, since heav'n's in thee plac't.

Diana.
I will precede thee in thy hasty Flight,
She faints, and is supported by her mother. Astrea, and Phillis.
And vail my Soul in ever mournful Night.

Sylvander.
Let nought disturb your Joys, to all Adue,
Now in my bloud your zealous Sword imbrue.

Adamas.
An Officer stands ready with a basin. Sylvander kneels.
First to observe our wonted Ceremony,
With Victims bloud the Altar sprinkled see,
Truss up your Sleeve, and then extend your Arm.
Here he stops, and after some amazement. fals on his neck; Sylvander still kneeling. He rises, shews the company his arm.
That wel-known Mark my feeble Senses charm;
My Son! Paris my Son! Gods cannot lie,
For by my hand doth now Sylvander die:
Let Wonder cease; see, see, a Branch! see here,
Of that fresh Tree, we welcome the new Year!
This confirms thou art mine, whom Soldiers Rage
In unjust War made innocent Pillage:
Paris, but for thy sake, is Paris nam'd;
Thou art my Son, him only such I fram'd
To salve my Sorrow with a false relief;
Turns to Paris.
Still thou art such in Love; forsake thy Grief.
I will unite thy Alliance to my bloud.
Here Niece to thee.

She pawses, while he gives Paris hand to her.
Leonida.
You must not be withstood.

Adamas.
With half my Wealth; nor is he of Stock mean,
As I suppose; I found him nigh yon Stream;
A child of equal Age and Fate to mine
Whom I had lost, and ev'n about that time.
About his neck did hang in Chain of gold
A rich Jewel did this Inscription fold,
Born of a Lion; Which he still doth wear
They look on it. Bellinda knowing it fals upon his neck.
As to all Eys it plainly may appear.

Bellinda.
My son Ergaste! My too long lost Son!
Not of a Lion born, but of Alion.

Astræa.
Fie, Diana! lift up thine Eys, see, see,
Sylvander shall again thine living be.

Diana.
Sighing awakes as out of a dream.
Why do you thus my dying soul distract.

Bellinda.
Taking Sylvander and joyning his hand with Diana's.
I will it cure with this welcome Contract.

Diana.
Sylvander presenting himself on his knees, is by Adamas separated. They kneel. Adamas takes him by the hand, & again leads him to the Altar, with a silent astonishment of all the troop, expecting some new trouble.
If yet I dream, then let me never wake,
Lest these unexprest Joys I should forsake.

Sylvander.
They are Essential.

Adamas.
Yet a while forbear;
Once more before the Gods you must appear.
You holy Pow'rs, doth this you satisfie,
That thus Sylvander doth in Paris die?
If not, although it seal'd be with mine own,
Paris with Sylvander shall be o'rethrown.

A still kind of musick is heard with great Reverence, and once more Cupid appears in white; In either hand a Garland of Myrrh, which he casteth to Celadon and Sylvander, at which he vanisheth.
Then is heard this Song.

SONG.

At which many little Cupidons appear joyning their Voices, and casting Garlands of Myrrh to the whole Troop.
Adamas.
Adamas takes Silvan. and gives him to Diana.
Thus Heav'n and I you joyn.

Hylas.
More wonders still!
Hylas extends his hand to Stella.
Which I mean a greater to fulfill;
Stella, thy hand; no longer Mistris now,
That Name Ile cancell with another vow.

The whole troop smile to see Hylas serious.
Phillis.
Myraculous!

Adamas.
Now Celadon approve
The fountains Force.

Celadon.
'Twere Injury to Love.

Adamas.
Astræa, your Command.

Astræa.
'Twere Jealousie
Of Both our loves, not suffer both to try.

Adamas.
Celadon first enters, they all follow.
A perfect Myrrour of each perfect Mind,
Which shall a Heav'n in their nigh Unions find,
By mine own Hands; But first your sports prepare
To greet our Princess, Galatæa fair;
I at my house do Her expect to Night;
Let each Invention spring a new Delight.

Scene 5.

Lindamor, Galatæa, Silva, Ligdamon.
Lindamor.
What strange Disorder we in each part find!

Galatæa.
As if the world were forsook of Mankind.

Ligdamon.
With one Consent all from themselves are fled.

Lindamor.
Nor hath the chasing of a Foe this bred,
Unless the feavor of distemp'red Broils
Hath made him to forget his better Spoils.

Silva.
The wandring flocks do stray without their Guides.

Lindamor.
Some Panick Terror thus their Fear derides.

Galatæa.
Adamas enters, kneels and kisses her hand.
Here's one will clear our Doubts; Adamas, why
Thus all hid, lost, or dead?

Adamas.
Madam! that I
Must leave our Lovers to relate; But know,
Fair Princess, thus our Joys do overflow.

Galatæa.
We have in part had thereof a Report,
Which is one Cause why hither we resort.

Adamas.
Madam, your Vassal still receives from you
Additions of Honor; One more endew
My zealous Duty, your Aventure show.

Galatæa.
'Tis crowned in Polemas overthrow,
By this blest Hand, with which I come to tie,
Takes Lindamor by the hand.
In Hymens rights, our purest Amity.

Adamas.
My feeble Sense, like an o'refruitful Tree,
Threatens my Ruine, thus o'recharg'd to be.

Galatæa.
But why us thus your Company bereft?

Adamas.
He turns behind him & shews the maskers who plac't in several postures as discoursing with their Mistrisses. The figure is a round mount incompassed with Sicamors, and in the mid'st is a greater, that o'respreads all the rest.
To render more agreeable my Theft,
See Madam.

Galatæa.
Hah! a lovely spectacle!

Lindamor.
A fair Troop!

Ligdamon.
A smiling Miracle!

A Chorus appearing (consisting of Shepherds) in order, at some distance one behind another, on either side of the Scene, by degrees approach to the frontispiece thereof, singing as followeth: Which ended, and they retir'd, the Shepherds descend and dance their Masque.
SONG.
Chorus.
Chorus.

Adamas.
First, I restore what I bereft by Craft.

Takes Celadon by the hand and leads him to Galatea.
Galatæa.
Celadon, Cupid hath exchang'd his Shaft;
But still I love thee, though with other Flames.

Adamas.
The like by Paris or Ergaste. She courteously receives them; they kiss her hand.
These my exchanged Sons have changed Names.

Galatæa.
Mysterious Joys!

Adamas.
My Niece doth humbly crave
Kisses her hand.
Your Pardon and your Favour she may have.

Galatæa.
Receive it with my Grace, and thanks to all;
Such meeting Joys Mortals seldom befall.

Lindamor.
Now let us to the holy Temple haste,
Each may Loves long wisht fruitful Harvest taste.

Galatæa.
Which shall with full Delight our Spirits move,
When each recites the Story of his Love.

Where at the Chorus of the Shepherds placed in their first stations, sing as followeth.
Song.
Chorus.
Chorus.

Whereat the Theater is opened, and both Companie uniting themselves, spend the rest of the Night in their accustomed Dances.