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ACT III.

The Scene continues the same.
Enter Eurilla with the Dart in her Hand.
Eur.
“How Sylvander employs me!
“O Heavens! how strangely
“My Heart is now disorder'd!
“A Shepherds Favour so proves too often
“A cruel kindness.
“His hand has arm'd me;
“But his Eyes disarm'd me—
“But here he comes.
“I'll fly the pleasing danger.

Enter Sylvander.
Syl.
Eurilla stay! oh stay!
Why do you fly me?

Eur.
You, who blame me for flying,
First cease pursuing,
And attend her who pursues you.

Syl.
Who pursues me, I care not.

Eur.
Is Phillis then unworthy thy Affection?
Beauteous and Modest,
Grac'd with every Perfection?

Syl.
Phillis is lovely,
But Thyrsis claims my Friendship.

Eur.
Love's blind, and shoots his Darts
None e'er regarding:
Love's blind, and strikes our Hearts,
None e'er regarding.
The more
We blindly adore,
The more rewarding.

Syl.
But yet the power of Friendship
Is more prevailing,
Where Honour is not failing.

Eur.
What if your Thyrsis shou'd the fair despise?

Syl.
This tender Heart cou'd never be her Prize,
For oh! 'tis sacred, Fair One, to your Eyes.

Enr.
He loves me!
[Aside.
“Resist yet, Heart, if you can.
“Sylvander I esteem you,
“But must refuse your offer.

Syl.
“Oh tell me why!
“Why do you thus deny me?
“For you alone my lost Love I'm foregoing.

Eur.
“Sylvander is lovely,
But Phillis claims my Friendship.

Syl.
Love's blind, and shoots his Darts,
None e'er regarding.
Love's blind, and strikes our Hearts,
None e'er regarding.
The more
We blindly adore,
The more rewarding.

Eur.
“But yet the Power of Friendship
“Is more prevailing,
“Where Honour is not failing.

Syl.
“What if your Phillis shou'd my Love despise?

Eur.
“Your Love she'll ne'er despise.

Syl.
“But if she flies?

Eur.
“No, she's too wise.

Syl.
Ah! tell me then to whom you'll give your heart?
Oh! strive not to conceal it.

Eur.
To him too much I feel it.
[Aside.
To him—who will not force me to reveal it.

Syl.
I'm too presuming—Farewel!

Eur.
Oh! do not leave me.

Syl.
I cannot go,
Tho' I know
You will deceive me.

Eur.
If I ever encline to complying,
'Tis you only may conquer my Heart.
But in vain, while in freedom 'tis flying,
You pursue it, till Love shoots the Dart.
If I ever, &c.

[Exit Eur.
Sylvander
alone.
Shall I follow, and without hope be roving?
If I must not possess yet,
My Heart, ne'er wander.
I may yet find Orinda.

[Exit Sylvander
The Satyr arises out of the Well.
Sat.
I'm got out of the Water,
Half drown'd and freezing.
That hole in the Well sav'd me.
Ah! what ill Fortune
Attends a wanton Rover!
Sure 'tis time to give over.
“Like me, hot Lovers,
“Plunge to the Neck in Water,
“'Twill cure Love's Fever.
“When there an hour you've stood,
“'Twill make you feel your Brain,
“And cool your Blood.

[Exit.
Enter Phillis from the Temple of Love.
Phil.
My Pray'rs are answer'd;
But Heaven's mysterious.
With darkness the Oracle is clouded,
Ease me, gentle Cupid,
And clear my Doubts.
Who can explain your Answer?
“How shall I solve this Riddle?
“The one the Shepherd must not love,
“The other's Wedded.
“Who's wedded? Eurilla or Phillis?
“I, with Sylvander,
“May now be join'd by Hymen;
“And in my Bosom
“For him I feel already
“A growing kindness.

Enter Thyrsis.
Thyr.
Phillis will you ever fly me?
Ever scorn me and deny me?

Phil.
Cease Thyrsis, cease complaining,
And press not for obtaining;
First know what Heaven's ordaining.
On this Bark, to ease thee,
The Oracle of Love
I now will trace thee.

Thyr.
Tell me! what's Cupid's Sentence?

[Phillis writes the Oracle on the Bark of the Elm.
Phil.
Read it.

Enter Eurilla.
Eur.
Oh! this sight is pleasing.

Thyr.
Join with me, Eurilla.
Let us read together
An Oracle of Love,
The lovely Phyllis
Has on the Tree been tracing.

Eur. and Thyr.
together reading.
The one the Shepherd must not Love,
The other's wedded.

Eur.
The one who must not Love
Must be Eurilla.

Phil.
You hear her, Thyrsis,
Love droops without desiring:
That I may then love thee,
Far hence remove thee.

Thyr.
Ah Cruel! if you're still disdaining,
While I'm complaining,
And despairing,
Why shou'd I wait?
My Fate
You're now declaring.

Phil.
Why of Fate are you complaining,
Free to love, and free to hate?
'Tis your Will, fond of obtaining,
Makes you fawn, tho' I'm disdaining.
'To the Mind we owe our Fate.
Why of Fate, &c.

Thyr.
If Love claims no return,
Then blame not when we range,
Fools may unminded burn,
The Wise, ill us'd, can change.

both together.
Phil.
The False, well us'd, will range,

Thyr.
The Wise, ill us'd, can change.

Thyr.
But, alas, can I range,
When you my Chains renew?
'Tis a Torment to change,
And a Joy to be true.
'Tis a Torment to change.

Phil.
'Tis a Pleasure to change.

Thyr.
And a Joy to be true.

Phil.
And a Pain to be true.

A Sound of Hunting is heard.
Enter Sylvander.
Sylv.
Come, Swain,
Cease to Court
In vain.
There's better sport
On the Plain.

Enter several Huntsmen, who join in the following Verse.

Hark! hark!
The Chace is begun,
See how they run!
How chearful the Cry!
How they hollow!
How they fly!
Follow, follow.
Come Swain, &c.

[Sylv.]
They come, they come! have a care, Eurilla!

[A Wild Beast rushes thro' by Eurilla.
Eur.
Ah me! 'twill kill me.

[Eurilla affrighted, sinks into Sylvander's Arms.
Syl.
Eurilla! I am by—Do not fear.
Bless me! she's Swooning.
With Fear she's dying. Help, Phillis.
[Phillis loosens Eur. Garment, and goes to get Water out of the Well.
Help me, Phillis.

Phil.
Give her more Air—get Water.

Syl.
Kind Heavens! what do I see?
'Tis she, 'tis my Orinda!
My lost, my wedded Love
The change of Name no longer can deceive me.
See here my Thyrsis.
The Marks by which I know her!

Thyr.
“Oh happy Chance!

Phil.
“Orinda! Oh Heavens! what is he saying:

Thyr.
“Phillis, oh now be kinder.
[Phillis sprinkles some Water out of the Well on her Face.
“Both Riddles are unfolded,
“And hopes reviving.
The one the Shepherd must not love,
The other's Wedded.

Eur.
Ah me! where am I?

[Reviving out of her Trance.
Syl.
Revive, my dear Orinda,
For that's your Name.
'Tis you ten long Years I've been seeking.
My Heart foreknew it.
The Oracle declar'd it,
And these Marks confirm it.
Marks known e're you were missing,
Yet am Infant,
Heav'n and your Parents made you mine by Marriage.

Eur.
Am I then yours! I wou'd not be anothers.

Syl. and Eur.
O Grasp me,
O clasp me;
Dear Soul of my Pleasure!

[Eur.]
My Fairest,
My Treasure,
My Dearest,
My Life!

Eur. & Syl.
Embracing
My Blessing,
Complying,
Half dying,
In love with thee vying,
How charming's the Strife!
O grasp, &c.

Thyr.
Phillis, whilst Heaven is joining
This happy Pair,
Must I alone be pining?
Oh forgive me, do not fly me!
I Die with Despair,
If you deny me.

Phil.
Since Fate and Love combine,
I must be thine.

Thyr.
O now so much you bless,
No words can e'er express
Joy in excess.

Eur.
Come all, ye tender Swains,
See Love reward our Pains.
How sweet the Blessing!
Love charms us ev'ry way:
Our Sorrow to repay,
There's kind Possessing.
Come all, &c.

Enter several Shepherds and Shepherdesses, Hunters, and others, who express their Joy by Songs and Dances.
Enter a Country Woman, dress'd like a Haymaker.
Wom.
O! Roger is gone
From me like a Knave.
I sob, and I hoane,
I whinny and rave.
Yet why should I hoane,
Or whinny or rave,
Tho' Roger is gone
From me, like a Knave?
I care not a Pin,
Some other will come,
Now's the time to strike in.

Enter a Country-Man.
Man.
Sweet Lass,
'Tis a Comfort to be in your Case.
We've both been crost, let's begin again.

Both.
Now's the time
To strike in,—let's begin again—to strike in.

Man.
My Doxy bereft me,
And here I made moan.

Wom.
My Booby has left me
For ugly fat Joan.

Both.
Ha, ha, ha, he, he, he!
We laugh to see
Others as ill us'd as we. ha, ha, ha, he, he, he!

Wom.
But to be so ill us'd!

Single, and then together crying.
Man.
But to be so abus'd!

Wom.
I must cry.

Single, and then both.
Man.
So must I.

Both.
He, he, he. (Crying.)
I must cry.

Wom.
Oh! I shall rave—

Man.
O! I shall rail—
At the Jade.

Wom.
At the Knave—

Man.
May she be doom'd to munch Oatmeal and Chalk!

Wom.
Still may she crave!

Man.
Still may he baulk!

Wom.
Left as I am,
[She takes a Leather Bottle and drinks.
Single and then both.
May she still want a sweet Cordial Dram.

Man.
Oh! thou hast won my Heart.
May all this run out, if ever we part.

Wom.
Hold, you've not yet my Heart:
When all is run out I doubt we shall part.

Man.
No, we never shall part.

Wom.
Oh! I doubt we shall part.

Grand Chorus.
Dancing, Sporting,
Joy transporting,
All applaud you o'er the Plains.
For true Pleasure,
Peace and Leasure,
Courts in vain shall vye with the Swains.

[Exeunt Omnes.