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Act. V.

Scen. 1.

Enter Cleobulus and Bracheus.
Cleob.
It will rejoyce my Sonne Philaritus
To finde such comfort in my Letter, which
Speaks all my anger off, and full consent
That he should Marry beautious Arismena.

Brac.
You writ that I was willing too.

Cleob.
I did.
Good Bracheus now my friend, I did consider
The errors of my passions, and with much
Contention in my selfe at last resolv'd
This way to merit pardon, you by this
Have had a tryall of my Sonnes affection
To your faire daughter.

Brac.
Sir you shall command
What is in Bracheus power, I had a passion
And old mans anger too, which your good nature
Already hath forgiven.

Cleob.
You are perfect
In what we have design'd, to perfect all
Our joyes, and make a faire contentment swell
In every bosome, stormes cannot last alwayes,
The blackest night must have a day succeed it,
And pleasures have enlargement in our heart
When we have suffered paine: I wonder that
My Sonne makes no more hast.

Brac.
Here 's your servant.

Scen. 2.

Enter Coridon.
Cor.
Your Sonne my young Mr. is come Sir.

Cleob.
Alone: It was misfortune I forgot
Lariscus in my Letter.

Cor.
He 's come with him.

Cleob.
Excellent, then all things may be fortunate,
You'l please to doe what we devis'd already
To entertaine them.

Brac.
I'le about it instantly.

Exit.
Cleob.
So, so, a sudden change will much delight
His care oppressed heart; he 's here, my blessing,
Enter Philar: and Lariscus.
And then to you a welcome good Lariscus.
Me thinks you weare a sadnesse in your browes,
What sullen clouds disguise your Faces thus?
It is a time of joy Philaritus,
You read my Letter, and consent that you
Should marry Arismena, and that Bracheus
And I are friends. What sorrow?

Scen. 3.

Phil.
I prithee
If thou hast strength Lariscus tell him what
Sad chance hath rob'd our hearts of all delight
For I shall faint ith' repetition.

Lar.
Your comfort comes too late Cleobulus.

Cleob.
Too late! why pray?

Phil.
I prithee speak the sad news in his eare,
I dare not hear the sound: what thing is man?
How like a leafe toss'd by the winde? he knows
No certaine way. O love thou art concern'd
To bear a part in our revenge, and if
Thou bee'st a God, ayde two oppressed lovers
Against the lustfull Fiends have ravish'd all
Our joyes and wealth away!

Cleob.
You fright me Sir,
By Satyres snatcht away? and could you not
Pursue 'em?

Lar.
They had first surpris'd our weapons
With which they kept us back, whil'st two of their
Black crew flew from us with the prey,
Oh had you heard the cry of the wrong'd virgins!—

Phil.
Nay heaven did hear it too
But had no thunder ready, not one shaft
Of vengeance to throw upon the Ravishers.
Justice is dead, or in a sleep, and we
Poore mortalls pray and are not pittied.

Cleob.
Do yee know what then became of your two Mistresses?

Phil.
I know faire Arismena cannot live
After her bodies staine.

Cleob.
There came late to me
A grave learned Gentleman, that has
Great knowledge in the secret art of Magick,
I will intreat his skill in this afaire,
He'l tell us all the event: I'le to him my selfe,
Stay here a while.

Exit.
Lar.
Though I expect there can
Be nothing but more cause of sorrow for us,
Let's hear what he can say, or shew.

Phil.
He may
Direct us too, to order our revenge,
But I suspect no Art can tell us where
The poore things are.

Scen. 4.

Enter two servants, one of them a Magitian.
1 Ser.
My Mr: has prevail'd already with the Gentleman:
Who holds it easie to discover all.

Lar.
Is this he?

Phil.
You are welcome Sir.

Mag.
Alas poore youngmen, their faces
Carry too much of sorrow, but the Fates
Must be obey'd, I am informd of your
Desires, and I request none may be with us
But these two, please you to depart, there is
Some reason in my art Sir for your absence.

1 Ser.
Most willingly.

Exit.
Mag.
Sit down I pray, but stir not on your lives
Nor speak to what you see; you must suppose
What ere you see is not substantiall
But ayerie shapes that represent the life
Of those you seek, which to offend may be
Most prejudiciall nay dangerous
Even to your lives; the charme shall not delay
Your expectation longer: doe you know
The Satyrs when you see 'em once agen.

Scen. 5.

Enter Cleobulus like a Satyre courting Arismena, Bracheus like another Satyr courting Castarina.
Phil.
The same, the very same.

Lar.
Be they Devils.

Phil.
Wee'l revenge them here.

Philaritus and Lariscus offer to run at the Satyrs who pulling off their Vizards are known to be Cleobulus and Bracheus.
Cleob.
Do, kill thy Father boy.

Brac.
Murder thy Unckle.

Phil.
Ah! Are you the cruel Satyrs?

The supposed servants in the interim steale away Arismena and Castarina.
Cleob.
Yes and have we hope
Made you amends: They were our men
Which we both shapt, and fitted for that purpose.

Lar.
You frighted us.

Cleob.
It is confest, but now
Wee'l crosse your hopes no more, but give you those
Yee terme your greatest happinesse: May heaven
Make their wombs fruitfull with as blessed issue
As ere gave Parents hopes.

Phil.
These wishes Sir
Adds to my great content, and were
But Arismena here, there were not in
The world that which could make Philaritus
Accurst.

Brac.
It is my wonder that she stayes
Thus long.

Crying within.
Lar.
What noyse is that?

Phil.
Some's strangled sure.

Cleob.
Hear tis plainer now.

They cry within.
Brac.
Let's in I pray.

Phil.
All's well I hope.

Exeunt in hast, and enter againe.
Cleob.
We hear a noyse but can
Not tell where tis.

within Oh! Oh! Oh!
Phil.
Harke!

Cleob.
Its here abouts.

Cleobulus drawes the curtain and findes Coridon and Rurius in a payre of stocks their hands tied and their mouths gaggd.
Lar.
Oh horrour!

Phil.
Unbinde the men.

Brac.
I am affraid.

Cleob.
What sport's this?

Cor.
No sport, the Satyrs—

Phil.
What of them?

Cor.

Having intelligence (I know not by what means) of
your disguising of your selves into their shapes, have surprised the
house, and ere we were aware bound and gaggd us as ye see; so
instead of us brought in Arismena and Castarina, who since have

carried them away leaving us in this lamentable case.

Cleob.
Plagues pursue them.

Brac.
Horror attend them.

Lar.
Furies!
Rise in my braine and help me to revenge.

Phil.
Fix me for ever here, oh you that send
The active lightning from your throne, or trust
Me with your thunder once—Dare you not?
Or have I more consuming flames within?
Yes my breath may blast them all—stand off
Runs up and down.
Furies swell up my breast, and in this rage
I could unmake the world, and turne it back
Into its first unpolished heape, and shall
Performe some worthy deed worthy Philaritus.

Exit.
Cleob.
This doth distract my Sonne.

Brac.
Wee'l counsell him
Till we have set him right.

Lar.
I'm lost in griefe
And smalls the hope I have to finde releife.

Exeunt.

Scen. 6.

Enter Arismena and Castarina.
Aris.
Here may we rest and ease
Our tired limbs, whilest some refreshing gale
Courts our sad feares into a sweet repose,
Sit downe.

Cast.
I'le doe what you command, yet I
Am fearfull here's more danger then we see.

Aris.
Your too too nice Fates guide! to Fates yeild wee,
For pensive cares can't alter their Decree.

Arismena and Castarina retire and fall a sleep in an Arbor on the Stage.

Scen. 7.

Enter 1 Satyre Solus.
Sat.
This was her wonted place, on these green banks
She sate her down, when first I heard her play
Unto her lisning sheep; nor can she be
Far from the spring she's left behinde. That Rose
I saw not yesterday, nor did that Pinke
Then court my eye; She must be here, or else
That gracefull Marigold wo'd shure have clos'd
Its beauty in her withered leaves, and that
Violet too wo'd hang its velvet head
To mourn the absence of her eyes: And see
The Satyr spies them asleepe.
Where she doth lie, purging the moystn'd ayre
With her more gentle breath: Methinks she chides
Me in her sleep, and frights my blood to palenesse
As I stand: But come, I am resolv'd
Nor can I longer now forbear to force
Arismena to come with me, whilst I
Satyre takes up Arismena and Exit.
Leave Castarina to her Destiny.

Scen. 8.

Enter Bonus Genius of Castarina as she sleepes.
Bon. Gen.
Sleep Castarina whilst thy sence
Doth loose its use, from fancy take
Instructions of that Excellence,
They'l keep thee safe when th'art awake.
Nice honour is so rich a thing
That to preserve it rather dye
Or kill the Ravisher would fling
Such stains upon thy Modesty.
Tis faire and just revenge for they
Whose bosomes lodge such foul intents
Tis fit should dye and dayly pay,
Their debt to th' sin in punishment.

Exit.
Castarina awakes.
Cast.
Stay gentle Spirit, and with those sweet sounds
Strike on my waking sence, that I may be
Confirm'd tis no illusion: I'le obey
The counsell of my Genius; sure twas it
That guards me: Would it would appear agen
And teach thee Arismena—ha! She's gone;
And whither? how! my ignorance! and wonder!
A whirlewinde in its giddy motion carries
Light matters not more swiftly, then shee's vanisht,
Hath danger frighted her? or is she forc't
By some rude Satyre? Thou that didst instruct
My soule so lately, guide me to the knowledge
Of her much doubted Fate, or shew the way
She's fled, that I may follow. Arismena!
Let me oretake thee; a ravenous Beare,
Or Wolfe hath seiz'd thee, I would share thy harmes
And both die foulded in each others armes.

Exit.

Scen. 9.

Enter Satyre with Arismena.
Sat.
Come faire one, cast off your trembling fear,
No violence shall force your Love, I'le rather choose
To pierce this breast, then let one accent fall
That may offend your care.

Aris.
You doe offend
In speaking thus.

Sat.
I should displease you more
To snatch my pleasures from your brest

Aris.
You wo'd
Indeed, and doe already fright my blood
To palenesse in my cheeks.

Sat.
Oh say not thus, I doe
Confesse I have not in the stock of my
Deserts enough to force one bounteous smile
For to create me new; but let not that
Cause you to frown, or with one angry look
Turne me to ashes as I stand.

Aris.
Still you
Doe gild the Pill, you'd have me take, but I
Assure you Sir my heart is none of mine,
Though the bright Marriage God has yet forborne
To light his Tapers. We breath both from one soule.

Sat.
Come, come, you doe but jest to egg me more
By your delayes.

Aris.
You'l finde I speak the truth,
And covet more to die a Martyr for
This cause, then live to be an Empresse.

Sat.
Are you so resolute? so stout, go in,
Visit the rooms I led you through, look on
Those stings you are to feel unlesse you doe
Consent, and then consider that if they
Inforce you not, you shall be quickly sent
To those blest fields you vainly hope to view.

Aris.
That death is welcome which shall render me
A chast example unto posterity.

Exit. Aris.
Sat.
These Arcadian Nimphs are patternes to the world
Of chastity; had my breath bin spent on
Ladies of the Westerne court, they would have prov'd
More gentle then to let one thus long sue
Without a close imbrace, whilst these fly from
The name, fearing the sound might get
An Act of lust.
Enter Castarina.
Here comes another too
Whose brighter soule shall not by me be forc't.
Faire Maide?

Scen. 10.

Cast.
Blesse me ye Powers!

Sat.
From what?

Cast.
From you and all your curst
Associates.

Sat.
Why faire one? I carry
Nothing to afright you but this shape.

Cast.
In that
Lurks all thats bad.

Sat.
Judge not thus ill, th' respect
I'le shew to you shall merit better thoughts.

Cast.
You shew respect, heavens defend! can I
Believe there is civility amongst Wolves,
Or that a Lyon can be brought to couch
Before his prey. Stand off, or you shall feel I dare
Snatches a poniard from the Satyrs side, & wounds him.
Be more then woman, sluce your blood, and laugh
To see your soule expire.

Sat.
Stay gentle Nimph
This little blood has checkt my daring soule.

Cast.
But dost thou bleed? oh stop the murmuring stream
Least my Feeble nature sink at the sight
She drops the poniard and the Satyr takes it up.
Of blood.

Sat.
Art thou so quickly chang'd, is that
Great spirit which thou proudly boasts turnd to
Effeminacy? Come kisse me, or I'le
Draw so much of thy own, 'twill fright thee more
To view it streaming from thy veines.

Cast.
Keep off
For I dare suffer—

Sat.
A kinde salute.

Cast.
No,
Death and meet it through more tortures then ere
Tyrants could invent.

Sat.
I'le try your valour,
And get you yonder till I've fram'd a death
More horrid then ere fancy thought on yet.

Cast.
Let fall your stings, they shall be welcom'd too;
I'le kisse the hand which shall dismisse a maide
And praise thy act in the Elizean shade.

Exit.
Sat.
Nothing can alter her, but as the Stars
Keeps still her constant course; yet something I
Will doe—I, it shall so, and if
This failes I'le try some other plot.
Hollow within, and then enter a Satyre.
The newes?

2 Sat.
The Shepheards are insnared.

1 Sat.
O bring them in.
Exit. 2 Sat.
They 're timely tane, for now my plot may finde
A good successe, or as I am, I may
Either revenge or lengthen out my day.

Exit.

Scen. 11.

Enter four Satyrs with Javelins bringing in Cleobulus, Bracheus, Philaritus, and Lariscus bound.
Cleob., Brac., Phil., Lar.
Unbinde us slaves.

2 Sat.

I, doe, pull your armes to peices, twill be a torture we
forgot to invent.

Phil.
That I could kill my selfe.

Lar.
Or any thing rather then die by their ignoble hands.

Brac.
Patience is our onely remedy.

Scen. 12.

Enter the Grand Satyre.
3 Sat.
Here comes one will tame you Sir.

G. Sa.
I am resolv'd nor though I can will greive.

speaks as to some within.
4 Sat.
The spies are brought.

G. Sat.
You have done well: Now see that one of you
Muster enough to guard these woods, whilst we
Afflict our punishments on these.

Sat.
I goe.

Exit.
G. Sat.
Come hither you that are the Master of
These woods, and think it nothing to destroy
Whole troops of Satyres. What wo'd you bestow
On us to set you free? wo'd you give up
Your Virgins to our use, and let us take
The beauties of your Land?

Omnes.
Destruction first.

Sat.
Nay you should enjoy them too, onely we—

Phil.
Wo'd crack their Maidenheads—

Lar.
And we sho'd then—

Phil.
Be married to them.

Sat.
Right.

Brac.
And leave our Lands to those
You get.

Sat.
Yes.

Omnes.
A halter first.

Sat.
Say so! Tear limbs.
From off the trees give them a welcome.

The meaner Satyres play on the Hooboys drest as though they were boughs, but in a distracted way.
Phil.
Strange Musique!

Lar.
The screech-Owles Dirge ere death.

Having plaid thus distractedly they play some acurate lesson.
Brac.
Their notes are chang'd.

Cleob.
And now they sound as when the dying Swan
Fills the Ecchoing woods with harmony.

Phil.
What shall become of poor Philaritus?

Cleob.
Wee'l dye incircled in each others armes.

Sat.
Fetch in the youths and let them sing the Songs
They have prepared.

Scen. 13.

Exeunt Satyrs, entring againe tending on Arismena and Castarina drest in some disguisd shapes.
Lar.
What now?

Phil.
Our sentence.


The Song.
Chorus.
Wretched Swaines ye now can have
No Paradice but in the Grave,
Die, then die, since they are fled
The onely life is to be dead.

The Song being done Ex: Arismena & Castarina
Gr. Sat.
Unbinde the men.

Omnes.
What then?

Gr. Sat.
I aske your pardons Sirs, and wo'd
Be glad to know what can deserve your smiles.

Phil.
Jest not foule soule, it is a death to live
The object of your view, we can as bravely
Suffer, as you torment, and were those here
Which you have ravisht from their loves, we wo'd
But shed some funerall tears upon their hearse
And gladly meet our deaths.

Sat.
They 're dead indeed,
And since you know their fates, you shall be brought
Unto their Tombes: I'le drop as many tears as you
To shew my penitence, although it be
A thing averse for me to weep, yet when
I think what goodnesse I've destroyd, I must
Accuse my lust, and then lament your losse.

Phil.
Accursed slaves.

Sat.
Nay dry your tears, for if
There be such groves and joyfull fields as you
Call fortunate, your Nimphs are sporting in
Their shades, triumphing ore our cruelty.

Lar.
They died unspotted then.

Sat.
They did, and breathd.
Out soules as pure as ayre before it mixt
With Earth.

Phil.
Blest virgins! Lead forward to their Tombes,
I long to pay a funerall tear, and weep
Till I'm become the onely Niobe.

Scen. 14.

Enter Satyres with Arismena and Castarina in Coffins.
Sat.
They are inclos'd in these, in them is hid
More riches then the world has left, but I
Sin in their praise, my tears shall expiate
My crimes.

Weepes.
Phil.
Which is my Arismena's Tombe.

Sat.
This.

Phil.
I will bedew this chest, whilst you Lariscus
Weep your griefes ore that.

Lar.
Oh Castarina!
Send from the Elizean fields thy ghost to call
Mee hence, let not my ayrie soule be pend
Within this lumpe of clay, and I be absent
From that rich place, thy purer parts doe blesse.

Phil.

My eyes grow dry, this brest has so much griefe I cannot
vent my tears.

Cleob.

I can supply what you doe lack, methinks I could imbalme
both corpes in mine, or else

Create a Sea with Rivers from my eyes.

Brac.
My sorrowes flow
So fast I want expressions for my griefes.

Sat.
Rise from the earth, your tears can't raise them from
Their silent Urnes.

Brac.
But yet they may perchance
Hasten my Journeys sooner then I dream't.

Aris., Ca.
Rather then so we'l rise and live againe.

They open the Coffins and rise from them.
Omnes.
Alive!

Sat.
Yes, and have I hope made you amends
For all the injuries I've done. 'Tis true
I oft have thought to woe Arismena
To consent to marry me, but I found
Her ever constant to Philaritus,
Besides this shape has frighted her, which thus
I now cast off.

Discovers himselfe.
Omnes.
Paromet.

Cleob.
Your father Castarina.

Cast.
I know it Sir, and was acquainted with
The plot, but had not leave to crown you sooner
With the happy newes, or else I should ere this
Have blest you from your fears:
And beg a pardon for the wounds I gave you.

speaks to her father.
Cleob.
You are call'd home, and every one rejoyceth
Your doom 's reverst.

Sat.
I've practiz'd all that's done
With this intent, that if I could procure
Arismena as my Love, I hop'd I sho'd
The easier intreat you to sue for my
Returne, which I doe finde you have obteyn'd
And doth exact my service ever and bindes
Me to entreat your pardon Arismena.

Aris.
I can forgive, and had you wrong'd me more
You have made a large and faire requitall, in
Giving me up chast unto Philaritus.

Phil.
Doe we not dream?

Aris.
Most certainely we are
Awake, and now made happy.

Cast.
At last
Our hearts meete.

Lar.
Never to be disjoyn'd.

Sat.
And once againe take Castarina from Her Fathers hands.

Lar.
Welcome again dear heart
To my own bosome.
And now the truth of the dark Oracle
Is clearly illustrated, Thou wast dead,
Dead to my hopes; and now I doe enjoy thee
After thy restitution to new life
Whence thy Lariscus doth derive his own,
Thy faithfull true Lariscus.

Cast.
I beleive it
Though you suspected me.

Lar.
Allow that errour.
A reconciliation and free pardon.
Henceforth I will be guarded with such care
A jealousie shall not assault one thought
Without repulse.

Graculus cries within.
Cleob.
What noyse is that?

Brac.
No more plots I hope.

Sat.
No, no,
'Tis Graculus whom I have caus'd to be
Kept close.

Brac.
O prithee free him all are friends.

Enter Graculus.
Sat.
Hee's here and I'le obscure my selfe.

Scen. 15.

Grac.

Oh the horrid place, and tortures I have both seen and
felt, are you their Master? Doth any of you desire to see Hell
before you go thither.

Cleob.

The fellow's mad and thinks there's no other place but
that.

Grac.

If you doe? come but with me and I will shew a
place—such a place as goes beyond the fire spitting Mountaine
and has worse tortures in't by halfe then the gnawing Vulture,
Ixions wheel, or whatsoever else the lying Poets doe imagine.
O Master! had you but some little grudgings of what I
have indur'd you wo'd—I, that you wo'd run mad, wilde,
nay—allmost try the certainty of eternity, rather then have
your bones thus unjoynted in your skin.

Brac.

Ah, Ah, Ah, you're rightly serv'd for betraying your
Mistresse.

Grac.

The Devil! how came you to the knowledge of that?

Sat.

Why I told 'em.

Grac.

Oh free me from a Furie, a Devil.

Offers to run away.
Sat.

Neither you see.

Discovers himselfe.
Grac.

Exil'd Paromet, had I known this I wo'd—

Sat.

What?

Grac.

Why—

Sat.

Nay out with't.

Grac.

Have told Castarina to've bin freed by my discovery.

Sat.

Oh!

Brac.

Well sirrah go and be glad you have scapt thus.

Grac.

And so I will, for I well deserve to 'ave lost an Arme, or
something else that's dearer to me, for betraying a Virgin. Oh
my bones.

Exit.
Cleob.
The night begins to wast, come therefore on
I long till Mariage Rites have made these Lovers one.

Sat.
Lead on, and may the Gods come short of those
Delights these happy paires may finde.

Phil.

Exeunt.