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Act. 3.

Scen. 1.

Enter three Satires.
1
Come on my fellow Satires, we will be
Still Masters of the Woods, and please our selves
And our appetites, no matter though
The foolish Shepherds rail upon us, let us
Pursue our game, no Shepherdess shall scape us,
Unless they walk with stronger guard, and when
Men come like Armies to destroy us, we
Trust to our nimble feet, and leave them cursing,
Because they ha'not wings to overtake us.

2
The Nymphs, because we are deform'd, contemn us,
But if we take them at advantage, we
Teach 'em repentance, and delight our selves
Upon their rape; the last I grappl'd with,
Was a delitious Thief.

3
Pursue your pleasures;
Only I charge you, if in any walk
Of yours, the beautifull Arismena
Chance to appear, none touch her to offence;
And lest your presence fright her, hast away,
She must be mine, although I'l most despair:
That so much sweetnesse should affect a Monster,
For I have 'gainst my nature courted her,
Lain prosttate at her feet, with sighs and tears
Besought her to compassionate a heart
That langnish'd for a kisse, still she has scorn'd me,
Next time I meet her at advantage, I
Will satisfie my full desires upon her.
Omnes; We will obey.
All other of her tribe
Are free to you, but she must be my prey:
Oh I am ravished but with the thought
How sweet a piece of flesh I shall compell
To serve my pleasure; not a thousand prayers
Nor rivers of her tears shall quench my lust:
Methinks I have her at imbrace already;
We live to please our sence, and wo'd not change
Our Goatish shapes with any soft humanity
To court a female, and be made their fools,
And die for love of any pievish Giglet.

2
Yet 'tis not much amisse to flatter them,
If so they may be won.

3
Right, but if they
Be obstinate indeed, use violence,
And snatch your own delight from their fair Bosomes,
And glory in't; when we have broke their Maiden-heads
They'l serve a doting Shepherd. Come be frolique,
And leap into a dance to practise our
Activity, the place is most secure:
Lustily Pipes; I am all fire methinks.

As the Satires are dancing, another Satire comes in, pulling Graculus by the heals, be crying.
Grac.
Oh good Mr. Satire! Ah! ah!
They continue their dance about him, pinching and kicking him; which done.
How came you by this fellow?

Grac.

He came not by me, but overtook me an't please you,
a pox on his heels. Oh! what will become of me?

I, here's right, out of the frying pan into the fire.
My Master has half thrasht me to death—

1
Your Master, what's your Mistresse?

Grac.
My Master is the Shepherd Brachius,
Father of the fair Arismena.

1
Arismena, ha!

2
What shall we do with him?

3
Hang him up on the next tree,

Grac.

Ah! if you hang me, I shall never be my own man again:
Ah!

2
Let's tear him to pieces,

4
Limb by limb,

3
Roast him, and eat him,
Hee'l make a feast, the fool is fat.

Grac.

You'l never endure my flesh in your mouths Gentlemen
Ah!

2

What not yours?

Grac.

Alas I am not sweet, do not your worships smell me,
'tis rank within my lynings.

2

No, be advised by me, this fellow I have heard runs neighing
after the Wenches, the first thing we do

Let's geld him;
Omnes agreed.

2
I have an excellent Whittle to cut
His throat, or to carve him, Come Sirrah.

Grac.

D'ye hear sweet-fac'd Gentlemen, you talk of hanging,
I'le choose my Gallows, I, let me be trust up before you
untrusse me, O that fashion let me die a man, and not a Capon!
Oh misery! Alas I have nothing to speak on! Ah! ah! If ever
I neighed after any Female, or beckoned, or whistled, but to
Boptaile our Bitch, that helps me to look to our sheep, and
kennells with me, which I hope is no offence; or flung so much

as a wanton eye upon any Cream-fac'd Shepherdesse in Arcadia,
let me whipt to death with Nettles, or flea me alive: Oh
courteous, hairy, hoary, Satyrical Gentlemen.

1

I have considered, stand off, and I'le pronounce his sentence.

2

You had better have been hang'd at first, as I wo'd had you.

3

Or roasted, slead, or any thing,—he'l pay you—

4

Or carv'd, as you were advis'd; he'l torture you, prepare to
be seven years a dying.

Grac.

Oh! do, do what you please with me, I shall not need
to make my will, or if I did, you wo'not let me go home to
fetch what I would bestow upon you in Legacies, and to trust any
of you to be my Executors, is to no purpose; you have frighted
me half dead already. Now, now.

1

Do you serve the fair Arismena?

Grac.

I ha' not serv'd out my time, would you would give me
leave to deserve Indentures.

1

What will you do to save your life now?

Grac.

Do? why if it please you to command me, I will do any
thing, oh! any thing, to please any of your friends here to give
their consent, and be bound hand and foot, I'le cut their throats.

2., 3., 4.

Ha!

Grac.

If you be so contented.

1

Will you promise, nay swear to bring your Mistress to this
place to morrow, pretending you have found out some Fountain
or delightful Spring, or what other invention you can tempt her
with, but let no body else come with her.

Grac.

She shall come by this hand, is that all? If I do not tice
her hither, why carve me when you take me next, as that will
not be long, if I perform not my Covenants, do what you will
with me; we two will meet you here.

1

Not meet me, not a word of me, or any of my Companions.

Grac.

D' ye think I am such an Asse? what care I who meets,
you'l do me no hurt.

2

Nor her, we'l only be merry, and dance a little.

Grac.

Nay use your pleasures, I'le bring her, or let me be gor'd
to death with your Worships horns.

1

I'le trust thee, farewell, if you fail, look to't.

Exeunt.
Grac.

I must keep my oath, and bring her hither, or they'l

firk me when they catch me again: But she's my Mistress, what
then? and may—thereby hangs a tale, hum! Why there's no great
harm if they do but—and so let her go, she'l passe for a Maid
a reasonable while after this letcherous Goat has a mind to her,
no matter, I shall be thought innocent, and preserve my skin
from their fangs by it.

I save my self, I'de give my Sister, Wife,
And almost hang my self to save my life.

Exit.

Scen. 4.

Enter Bracheus, Arismena, and Castarina.
Aris.
Sir, be assur'd you have a Daughter, whose
Happinesse consisteth more in being
A subject to your will, then could she boast
The mighty treasure of the Indian Mines.

Brac.
Say'st thou so Girle? 'tis well, very well said,
And yet there's something in a corner of
Thy eye, makes me suspect, dost weep?

Aris.
If any sorrow Sir appear in me,
It is that you suspect me to dissemble.
Indeed I speak with freedome of my heart,
I never lov'd Philaritus, nor will.

Brac.
Nor will: how's that? not if I should command.
How now? you go too far.

Aris.
Sir, you amaze me.

Brac.
I am amaz'd my self, and half distracted,
But look you do not love him; if he have
By any secret Love trick crept into
Your heart, out with him, tear him out again
Upon my blessing: 'Cause he's a Gentleman,
Must we be trod upon? our souls are free
And high as his: What, I am Bracheus still,
And thou art Arismena still, my Daughter,
Obedient I hope; ha! art thou not?
And he is but Cleobulus, a man
Of more estate, more dirt, and dunghill acres,
Wears richer cloaths, and feeds more daintily,
Yet he's but flesh and blood, his Son too good
To look on Arismena, threatned and cursed
For loving thee, he sha' not need, he sha' not.

Aris.
Indeed he has often woo'd me Sir, and I
As often have denied, for trust me Sir
I cannot love at all yet, and 'twere strange
If he should creep into my good opinion,
And I not know on't: Willingly I would
Not dream I lov'd him, but if waking we
Joyn our affections, I must lose my reason.

Casta.
So, so, this makes for me, how it doth joy
My heart to hear 'em both so peremptory?

Brac.
His Father told me ye had both chang'd hearts,
Which was no small vexation, to hear
My Daughter had bestowed her self without
My knowledge and consent.

Aris.
Sooner should I
Have thrown my self on some devouring Beast,
Then yeeld my heart to proud Philaritus
Without your will.

Brac.
I'ave found thee hitherto
A dutifull child, and on the full assurance
Of what thou speak'st is truth, I wish all blessings
Be powr'd into thy lap Girle, and so I leave thee.
He offers to go, and comes back.
But if you play false play, and juggle with 'em,
D'ye hear? I say no more, and yet I'le speak it,
I'le turn thee graying with the Flock, and curse thee.

Aris.
Sir, my obedience shall deserve your blessing.

Brac.
Kneel down, and take it, and a kisse, go too,
I'le not suspect thee now, my heart's unquiet,
But 'twill I hope come to his own again.
Farewell Castarina, you love my Daughter,
Counsell her not to love Philaritus.

Exit.
Casta.
Most heartily, I hope she wont Sir.

Aris.
Now Castarina, am I worth your credit,
Are you confirm'd Philaritus has no Engagement here.

Casta.
You told me so before.

Scen. 5.

Enter Bracheus.
Brach.
Daughter, a word, my mind is chang'd, and I
Consider if you do affect Philaritus
It can be no dishonor; and his Father
Enter Philaritus, and over-hears.
Sayes he does love thee infinitely, besides
He is a prety handsome, prety Gentleman.

Phil.
What do I hear? her Father speak such kind
And loving language to Arismena
Of lost Philaritus: oh happinesse!

Brac.
And he has had good breeding, he shall have
A good estate, being his Fathers Heir.

Aris.
How's this? But Sir, you said his Father had
Quite thrown him off for his affection
To me.

Brac.
Indeed he threatned some such matter,
But things may easily be reconcil'd,
And he may be reduc'd to love him Girle
When things are done, therefore be wise.

Aris.
Thus low,
And lower in my heart, I speak my duty,
You gave me life, but good Sir take 't not from me
E're you compell your Daughter 'gainst her heart
To love and marry with Philaritus.
Though other eyes and judgements give him all
The praise a young man can deserve, to me
He holds no substance, a meer Apparition;
And so with my consent he vanishes.

Brac.
Again, again, let me imbrace my Girle
To my own heart, it was but my desire
To try thee again, I hate him and Cleobulus,
And to the grave shall follow thee with more
Comfort, then to his Marriage. Now farewell,
Be constant Girle, and blesse thy aged Father.

Exit.
Casta.
He's strangely troubled.

Phil.
Oh my grieved soul!

Cast.
Ha! is't not Philaritus?

Aris.
Away, I wo' not stay to hear him speak.

Exit.
Cast.
You must alone then Arismena, for
I cannot go so soon

Phil.
She flies my sight;
As I appear'd some ugly killing Serpent,
Yet Castarina stayes. Pray was not that
Fair Arismena that went hence? and yet
You may be silent still, I know 'twas she;
Sure I want eyes to look upon my self,
And there is some deformity my fight
Cannot discover; what think you, am I
So strange a Monster?

Cast.
You are fair and comely
In my opinion.

Phil.
You are charitable,
Would Arismena thought so; and yet why
Do I pursue my torment; if she scorn me,
Why do I place her here, so neer my heart?

Cast.
Be wise Philaritas.

Phil.
You counsell well.

Cast.
And love, where you may finde your love rewarded.

Phil.
Sure there is none that can affect Philaritus;
Why blush you Castarina?

Cast.
Would you could so easily read my heart.

Phil.
I have it,
It may do me good, this is a gentle Shepherdesse,
Forgive me heart if I dissemble with thee:
Fair Shepherdess, you have been witness to
My Loves sad story; and when Arismena
Was cruell to my vows, you seem'd to bear
A part of grief with me, and that deserves
My thanks, I wo'd say love, if you accuse not
My change too soon. She cruell hath despis'd me,
And Justice bids me punish her, and blesse
My self, by off'ring to your care my heart.

Cast.
Philaritus doth mock poor Castarina.

Phil.
She comes too fast upon me, yet I know not,
Arismena enters.
A woman's heart is fathomlesse, she's return'd.
If you sweet Castarina smile upon me
I'le quickly bury Arismena's frownes
In those fayre Eyes.

Scen. 6.

Aris.
What do I see and hear!
So soon turn'd Votatrie to Castarina
Oh man where is thy faith! yet I deserve it
My heart's too great to speak to him, I finde
A mutinie in my thoughts, who's this Lariscus.
Enter Lariscus.
The Shepheard that affecteth Castarina
The object will as little please his Eyes
For she is taken with Philaritus.
Kisse and embrace.

Scen. 7.

Lar.
Oh cruell Castarina!
Is this th'reward of all my loving service?
This sight afflicts me, is Philaritus
My rivall? and by destiny appointed
The barr to all my hopes, If I mistake not
Report speaks his devotion directed
Only to Arismena, She's here too
A witnesse of his falshood. How do you
Affect their Actions Arismena?

Aris.
You.
Are not too much delighted I imagine,
They are both false, Oh for revenge! I'le do't
Why should we be so tame? Philaritus
Is perjur'd.

Lar.
Castarina is too cruell.

Aris.
Be rul'd by me and punish 'em.

Lar.
They observe us.

Aris.
It shall but vex their Eyes, Let us seeme loving.

Phil.
Lariscus and Arismena they embrace.

Cast.
And so let us.

Phil.
By Jove, playes with his hayre,
He kisses her, was I thus scorn'd for him
I am not well
Arismena and Lariscus pass by hand embracing
Good Castarina leave me.

Exeunt.
Cast.
Not well, defend good Heaven! where is your paine?

Phil.
Here at my heart.

Cast.
At your heart.

Phil.
Nay then I shall finde you will be another
Disease to me, pray have me.

Cast.
How's this poor Castarina.

Exit.
Phil.
Me thinks all this might have an easie cure
A little blood dram'd from the heart would doe it
And then I am reveng'd, no I am then
A greater triumph to her pride, no woman
Is worth our smallest part of life, and man
Betrayes a Cowardize for a wantons scorn
To practise wounds upon himselfe; yet I
Must not be altogether tame and suffer
There is a subject fit for my revenge
Lariscus must not long enjoy his breath
Or I must sacrifice my selfe to death.

Exit.

Scen. 8.

Enter Lariscus with a paper in his hand.
Lar.
'Tis more then I expected, for I meant
To take revenge on thee Philaritus.
Lariscus.

The injury done me by thy ambition and courtship of
Arismena is no way to be pardoned, if thou hast any spirit meet
me at Apollo's Oake this afternoone, where I will either punish
thy insolence, or with my owne blood write my selfe Arismena's
sacrifice. Philaritus.

Had I not known the faire Castarina.
Or thy accomplsh't vertues, this had bin
A cause sufficient to enflame my blood
But as thou art the subject of my thoughts
This will encrease my zealous flame, and whil'st
Philaritus thinks Arismena steels
My poynt, tis thou adds vigour to my arme
Faire Castarina's written here and in
Each wound I make sweet Castarina shall
Be read. Yet stay! Coole thy strong passions harte
Let not fond Love be blinde, use reason ere
Thou fight'st and weigh what in a woman can
Deserve a wound. Why Castarina's faire,
And seems to have a Soul above her Sex
That may enflame my heart. Oh no! She may
But seem a glorious Star, and then in what
A case is poor Lariscus in when he
Shall wound Philaritus and finde his Love
Beneath his thoughts 'twould be a Corrasive
Beyond a Cure, and does already make
Me hinge like to a doubtfull needle drawn
Betwixt two Loadstones, which at once inclines
To both and neither; Yet vanish all such thoughts
They are most false be then reveng'd Lariscus
And meet the fury of thy enemies speare
Whose flatteries have destroy'd thy hope in feare,
Now cruell Castarina if I dye
There is an end of Lovers miserie.

Exit drawing the Challenge.

Scen. 9.

Castarina.
Sola.
I have discovered his intention
To court my beauty, that he might appear
In his neglect, to Arismena; more
Desir'd by her; 'Tis our generall humor,
And I my selfe would now enjoy Lariscus
Because he now neglects me. But my feares
Will not allow me to believe it possible
Let it be ordered then by Providence
And Time, Whats here contayned, ah! a Challenge
She takes up the Challenge.
Sent from Philaritus unto Lariscus.
Oh my Stars happy influence! they have made me
The means for bles't prevention of their ruines
'Twixt whom their owne dissembling hath begot
A mutuall jealousie. I must be suddaine
Not dally with occasion! 'Tis our Fate
To increase our loves by others seeming hate.

Exit.

Scen. 10.

Enter Graculus and Arismena.
Aris.
This place will yeild an Eccho to thy voyce,
Come therefore Graculus, Let's passe the time
More pleasantly, you have a merry Song I know.

Grac.

Truth Mistris, you know my Songs they are rude, Yet
such as Nature, not Art, hath taught me

I'le power into your eares.

Graculus sings.

Aris.

Excellently sung Graculus.

Grac.

Nay I have a voyce, and had not my Masters beating
and a cruell fright stuck by me, I had sung most melodiously.

Aris.

What fright's this you talke of?

O Mistress about this place, I, here about a Satyre met me, and
so misused me, as had I not been more then man I could nere
have liv'd, the very signes of their nipping me are like embroidery
on my flesh, Oh! doe not touch me 'tis a paine to think on
them.

Satyre appearing, Exit Graculus.

Scen. 11.

Sat.
I seaze you cruel faire one; but from those Lipps
Will force no amorous Kisse, if your pure soule
Denies me one, I will but aspire
So high as to salute your hand, and if
With freedome you shall grant me that, I'le boast
How much I am oblig'd.

Aris.
Dare not to touch.

He flyes from her.
Sat.
See brightfull Star, your voyce has shrunk me back
And I lie prostrate at your feet, nor from the Earth
Will raise my trembling joynts, till that clear voyce
Which struck me down shall raise me from the ground
And by your genuine voyce create my soule
As pure from dregs of Earth, as yours.

Aris.
'Tis well
This language argues more then what you seeme
And could almost intice me to beleive
I might shake off the feare, which doth arise
From sight of your grim shape, yet still those looks
Those ravenous looks affright my heart, and I
cannot be safe midst such deformity.

Sat.
O stay! Let not this outward shape amaze
Your brighter selfe; The minde that's faire may well
Excuse what Nature hath mishap't. Grant that
Shee had bestow'd as comely parts upon
This outward forme as ere Narciscus had
Yet if the minde had bin mishap'd the man
Would (like some curious peice of Marble) seeme
A glorious forme, and wo'nt the rich endowments
Of the inward man; Vertue and wit, those parts
Which make him different from a moving statue.

Aris.
Rise from the moyst bedewing Earth, your tongue
Has won so much, that I'le admit your touch
My hand.

Sat.
Which with Devotion I will Kisse.

Aris.
So you'l wish no more.

Sat.
One touch upon that Lip
And I have done.

Aris.
I grant so you'l be gone.

Sat.
Not yet, this Kisse has ravisht me, and now
You have betraied your selfe, it had bin easie
To give ore when I was conquer'd by your speech
But now I have tast those sweets which hangs upon
Your Lips, you may expect the day and night
As soone should meet as I not Kisse againe

Aris.
O I'm undone.

Sat.
No faire one I can leave
Immodest Kisse, and love intirely love
Those noble parts that grace thy better selfe
What though thou seest me rude? yet in this shape
There is a soule can honour thee, and I
Must now imbrace thee as my Joy.

Aris.
Defend
Me Powers.

Sat.
From what?

Aris.
From Ravishing.

Sat.
None means
So bad, or ill a deed; the gentile breath
Which from the Phœnix nest perfumes
The rosie morn, Is not more chast then I
The Idolater adoreth not his Idol
With greater reverence then I will you.

Aris.
Horror!

Sat.
Why
Thus passionate? No mortall payes Devotion
With greater zeal unto his private Larr
Then I my duty faire to you.

Aris.
I dare not hear.

She offers to go.
Sat.
You must and shall, for if you do not turn
Your frowns to smiles, I shall but force that from
Your brest which might be freely gain'd.

Aris.
Deliver Gods!

Sat.

By all you name you stir not hence, the flame that's kindled
here will not be so supprest

Either consent to be my mate, or from
Your bosome I will pluck my own delights.

Aris.
O helpe.
Deliver Stars from such a cursed fate!

Sat.
Nay then I must be bold and force you render up
Your cold Virginity unto my greedy lust.
As the Satyre is taking up Arismena, Enters Philaritus & wounds him: the Satyr lies on the Stage as dead.
Assist you Powers assist.

Scen. 12.

Enter Philaritus, who wounds the Satyre.
Phil.
Curst be thy letchrous soule, may all thy stock
Perish in thee

Sat.
Oh I am slaine.

He falls.
Phil.
Why stand you trembling? wipe all palenes from
Your cheeks, here's none to fright you here
But poore Philaritus, and in his soule
You may repose your peacefull rest, he which
Has ventur'd thus, will think no blood his own
If it be kept from being spilt, when he
May spend it in your service.

Aris.
You have Sir
Engag'd me beyond my desert, and though
Arismena be a woman and can repay
Nought but her thanks, yet those shall be so oft
And justly paid to you, that all the world
Shall know my heart is not ungratefull
For so great a favour.

Phil.
You may be pleas'd
Arismena to finde a thing more gratefull
Then formall thanks, if you'l return your love
Twill make me happie, and renew a life
For trust me I doe wonder how I live
Without your resignation of my heart
Which you have faire one, and I cannot last
Unlesse you give it back

Aris.
I doe resigne it
Most willingly. I claime no title in it.

Phil.
But yet you cannot for indeed my heart
Is bound with yours, and unlesse you bestow
Your own I must be voyd, no heart can be
Encircled in this brest but yours.

Aris.
Why? you
Would not have me pluck out my heart to have
it swallowed.

Phil.
You're pleas'd to jeast, you know my
Meaning, and if you will can add a joy
To my sick soule

Aris.
You'l have me render then
Love back for love, why that I cannot doe

Phil.
Why Arismena, why? have I deserv'd
So ill that you should kill me for my faith
And make another rich in your affection.

Aris.
Sure you are chang'd and this is but pretence
Castarina is your love, and had you bin
Lover of me, as you would seem, she had nere
Bin courted by Philaritus.

Phil.
How like the Ivie hath my heart desir'd
To shew by what embraces I would hold you
I have no loving thought on other beauty
You 're life, and from your smiles I gaine
My blisse.

Aris.
If then your blisse consists in me
I'm sorry that my eyes invite my heart
To grant another suite, for trust me Sir
I could wish (in the reqitance of this
Last favour) that I could bestow my heart
On you, which since I dare not doe I take
My leave, and wish you rest for your own sake.

Phil.
Stay yet and hear me a few words, I know not
How long I have to live, and rather then
Be punisht thus with your continual scorne,
I'le put on wings to meet death; but be sure
My troubled spirit shall pursue thee living,
And represent my passions, and not leave thee
Till thou by such a cruelty as thy owne
From him whom thou affectest best, shall suffer
As I have done, and dye to meet me in
The gloomy shades of lovers.

Aris.
Fare you well Sir, I'le think on't.
Exit Arismen.

Phil.
Why do'st not break thou foolish heart, but thou
May be art destin'd for Lariscus sword.
Death will be happinesse, I'le kisse that fate
Rather then live the object of her hate.
Exit Philaritus.

Sat.
Mischiefe pursue you both, he wounded me,
But not I hope to death, though I seem'd so
I'le be reveng'd upon you both for this
I fear I bleed too inward, If I die,
My curses shall procure their Tragedie.