The Countesse of Pembrokes Yuychurch Conteining the affectionate life, and vnfortunate death of Phillis and Amyntas: that in a pastorall; this in a funerall; both in English hexameters. By Abraham Fraunce.

THE Countesse of Pembrokes Yuychurch .

Conteining the affectionate life , and vnfortunate death of Phillis and Amyntas : That in a Pastorall ; This in a Funerall : both in English Hexameters .

By ABRAHAM FRAVNCE .

LONDON , Printed by Thomas Orwyn for William Ponsonby , dwelling in Paules Churchyard , at the signe of the Bishops head .

1591.

To the right excellent , and most honorable Ladie , the Ladie Marie , Countesse of Pembroke .

IF Amyntas found fauour in your gracious eyes , let Phillis bee accepted for Amyntas sake . I haue somewhat altered S. Tassoes Italian , & M. watsons Latine Amyntas , to make them both one English . But Tassoes is Comicall , therefore this verse vnvsual : yet it is also Pastoral , and in effect nothing els but a continuation of aeglogues , therefore no verse fitter than this . For such as generally mislike this reformed kinde of verse , as I spake before , so I say stil , I neuer heard better argument of them than this ; Such an one hath doone but ill , therefore no man can doo wel : which reason is much like their owne rymes , in condemning the arte , for the fault of some artificers . For others , that like well of the thing , but not of my peculier labour herein , mine aunswere is the same it was : if there were anie penaltie appointed for him that would not read , hee might well complaine of mee that publish it to bee read : But if it bee in euerie mans choyce to reade it , or not to reade ; why then not in mine also to publish or not to publish it ? Hee that will , let him see and reade ; hee that will neither reade nor see , is neither bound to see nor reade . If anie begin to reade , when hee beginneth to take no delight , let him leaue off , and go no further . If he folowe on in reading without pleasure , let him neither blame mee , that did what I could ; nor bee angrie with the thing , which hath no sense ; but reprehend him selfe , who would continue in reading , without anie pleasure taking .

Your Honours most affectionate , Abraham Fraunce .

Amyntas Pastorall . The first part of the Countesse of Pembrokes Yuychurch . The Speakers . Cupid in a Shepheards cloake . Daphne . Phillis . Amyntas . Thyrsis . Elpinus . A Satyre . Fuluia . Ergastus . Chorus , all of Shepheards .

The Prologue by Cupid in a Shepheards cloak . WHo would thinke that a God lay lurking vnder a gray cloake , Silly Shepheards gray cloake , & arm'd with a paltery sheephooke ? And yet no pety God , no God that gads by the mountaines , But the triumphantst God that beares any sway in Olympus : Which many times hath made man-murdring Mars to be cursing His blood-sucking blade ; and prince of watery empire Earth-shaking Neptune , his threeforckt mace to be leauing , And Ioue omnipotent , as a poore and humble obeissant , His three-flak't lightnings and thunderbolts to abandon . And I beleeue , thus shap't , and thus with a mantle adorned Lady Venus will scarce finde out her wily Cupido , Mine owne mother , I hope , will skarce take mee for her owne son . Shee makes me run away , and thus compells me to hide me , For that still shee byds , and still commaunds as a mother Boy , and bowe , and all : and still perswades as a woeman Proud-harted woeman , that I bende my bowe to the Court still , And , as a Lord , with Lords and Ladies still be a dwelling : As for Parckes and woods , such woodden stuffe she referreth Vnto the wanton wagges that waite on Lordly Cupido . But let a woman talk , let boyes be afraid of a woeman , Lord of loue 's no boy , although that he seeme to be boylike : I 'le bestow myself , as best shall seeme to my owneself ; Doues be my mothers byrds , but desteny gaue to Cupido All-inflaming lampe and golden bowe for a weapon . Oftentimes doo I hide myself , and flie fro my mother ( Not that I owe any suite as a seruile slaue to my mother , But that I can not abide to be dayly desir'de by my mother For to renounce Hoblobs , and ayme at a King or a Kaisar ) Oftentimes doo I flie , and shroude my selfe in a thicket , Leauing Christall throanes for bowres and rustical harbors : But no sooner I can conuey myself from Olympus , But she begins to demaund and aske for louely Cupido , Wher 's that wandring boy , that vile boy , louely Cupido ? Seeke and search my boy , my wagg , my louely Cupido : Looke for a curldpate boy , his wings will quickly bewray him , Looke for a boy with a lampe and bow and quiuer about him : Whoso findes my boy , my ioy , my louely Cupido , And brings back my boy , shall haue for a friendly remembrance , Either a sweete sweete kisse , or somewhat more than a sweete kisse : As though Louely Cupid to a fryend that loue 's to be sylent , Neyther could nor would allow for a fryendly remembrance Eyther a sweete sweete kisse , or somewhat more than a sweete kisse . And , I beleeue , my kisse , ( if loue intend to be louely ) Wil be a sweeter kisse to a lasse then Queene Cytheraeaes . Thus , many tymes in vaine shee seekes for louely Cupido , Louing girles are loath to bewray their louely Cupido . Yet , to be more secure , my curledlocks I doo curtall , My wings are layde downe , my bowe and quiuer abandond , Weapons all set aside ; and yet loue stands not vnarmed . For this staffe , that seemes but a toy , that I beare for a fashyon , Is Loues lampe indeede , and beares but a shew of a sheephooke , Lou'es transformed lampe , with most inuincible ardor , Most inuisible heate , and secrete ardor abounding , Though in forme but rude , and goldhead seemes to be wanting , Whoso feele's his force shall finde it not to be poyntles , Where it lights it workes , and leaues impression endles : This blunt dart shall giue that cureles wound to the hartroote Of loueles damsel , most loueles damsel amongst all Those loueles damsels that wayte on mighty Diana . Phillis ( that 's her name ) disdainefulst wench of a thousand Shall in her hardest hart conceaue as mighty a loues-wound , As was that , that I made in tender brest of Amyntas . Now many pleasant springs are past , since yong Lad Amyntas And yong gyrle Phillis , themselues were woont to be sporting , Now to be gath'ring flowr's , and filberds now to be cracking , Now to be laying gyns for byrds , and now to be anglyng : And yet , that this blow may make more forcible entrance And more speedily pierce , i le stay and looke for a fit time : When pyty moues her mynde , and makes her brest to be tender , Then wil I stryke and wounde ; and that this louely begynnyng May as luckyly end , i le talk and walk as a heardsman , And so insinuate my self to the company rurall Of these iolly Shepheards which hether now be repayring , All in a braue meryment dame Flora'es wakes to be keeping , With theyr garlands greene , and boughs of Myrtle adorned . Here , eu'n here wil I make that most incurable harts-wound Which no mortall eye shall see : then louely Cupido Louely Cupidoe's fame in these woods shal be resounding , These woods then shall feele a triumphant powre to be present , And perceaue that I woork by my self , and not by my seruants : Noble thoughts wil I send , and high conceipts wil I breath foorth Into the lowli'est myndes , and frame theyr voice to a sweeter And more sugred tune : for wheresoeuer I harbor , Wheresoeuer I keepe , i le stil be the louely Cupido , Aswel in Hoblobs heart , as in heart of a King or a Kaisar , And as I list , I doe make an vnaequall mynde to be aequall : And this is only my ioy , and herein most doo I glory , That by the quyckning heate , by the fire of louely Cupido Oaten pipe contends with learned Lute of a Lording . Which if my Mother ( who scorn's that I am thus a wandring Here and there by the woods ) can not conceaue to be wondrous , Then shee 's blinde her selfe , and not sweete louely Cupido , Whom some blinde fooles haue blinde boy vnworthily called .

The first Act , and first Scene , Daphne , Phillis . WHat ? Will Phillis then consume her youth as an anckresse , Scorning daintie Venus ? will Phillis still be a Modder , And not care to be cal'd by the deare-sweete name of a Mother ? Will not Phillis ioy to beholde her selfe in a Phillis , And her trueloues face in a yong boyes face to be shining ? Change this minde , fond wench , and this resolution alter . Phillis . Seeke the delltes of loue , who list , ( if loue be delightfull ) This life is my loue , my bowe and shafts be my treasure , Hunting is my ioy ; with stubburne beasts to be striuing , Vntil I fell them downe , and fearefull beasts to be chasing . And , till woods want beasts , and quiuer feathered arrowes , Phillis shall not want any sweete sports or prety pastimes . Daphne . Fine sweete sports indeede for a girle , and wise prety pastimes , Still to be killing beasts , and still by the woods to be ranging . This life , toylesome life , for a while doth seeme to be pleasant , Only because as yet thou hast not tri'de any other . So those simple soules that liu'd when Ioue was an infant , Tooke for pleasant drinke , and meate well worthie a mans mouth , Streames of purling brookes , and nutbrowne kernel of accorne : But now , streames of brookes , and nutbrowne kernel of accorne Are contemn'de as drinke and meate but fit for a beasts mouth , Since that corne and grapes were once knowne how to be vsed . If thou couldst , nay wouldst ( and who would not , but a fonkin ? ) Only but one time taste , and but taste onely the thousandst Part of those pleasures and ioyes , which still be abounding In true-louers soule , when he feeles himself to be loued , Thou wouldst quickly repent , and quickly bewray thy repentance , And say thus with teares ; Each loueles life is a luckles And accursed life : my best dayes vainly be ended , Flowring time is gone , and age creepes hastily onwarde . How-many fruyteles nights , poore foole , did I waste as a Wyddowe ? How-many ioyles dayes as a Nunne did I drawe to the eunyng ? Dayes , to be passed away with winged boyes prety pastymes , Nights to be spent with toyes and ioyes of louely Cupido , Pastimes , toyes , and ioyes , which more ioy'de breede me the more ioye . Change this minde , fonde wench , and this resolution alter . Phillis . When that I seeme to repent , or seeme to bewray my repentance , Or say so with teares ; let floods run back to the fountaines , Let Woolues fly fro the Lambe , and trembling Hare to the Greyhounde , Let Beares range by the sea , and Dolphin swymme by the deserte . Daphne . See what it is to be yong ; gyrles always vse to be peeuish : Soe was I in tymes past , ( Good tyme il past ) when I wanted Age and experience , and so did I trudg to the forrest . Golden locks , cherylips , red-white face , yuory fingers , Prowde as a praysd Peacock , and so did I trudg to the forrest . Netts were then my delyte , and bended bow my reioycing , Poynted dartes my ioy , and slaughtred beasts my triumphing . If that I sawe myself ( myself vnluckily selfwilde ) But by a glaunce , one glaunce of a Louers eye to be noted , Downe did I hang my head , and bow myne eyes to my bosome , Sore displea'sd forsooth , and , God wot , greately abashed When my pleasing face to a loues looke brought any pleasure , As though t' were some fault , or shame , or mock to my ownself , For to be looked vpon , to be lou'd , and sought for of others . But what can not tyme effect ? What can not a louers Continuall wooing , long seruyng , dayly deseruyng Bring by degrees at length , at length , to a fortunat endyng ? Phillis , I must confesse , at last I began to be yeelding Vnto a Loues conquest : and these armes made me be yeelding , Long patience , kyndenes , sighs , teares , importunat askings . Then did a night , one night , one shorte night teach mee a lesson , Which many thousand dayes would neuer let me be learnyng : Then did I quyckly repent , and quickly bewray my repentance , And say thus with teares : Now farewel mighty Diana , Bowes and shafts I renownce , and brutish life I abandon . So , I doo hope , one day , thy gentle-mynded Amyntas Shall with aboundant teares make thy hard hart to be tender ; And why should not I hope , when I see iust matter of hoping ? Is not Amyntas fayre ? is hee not lou'd of many Lasses ? Dooth not hee loue Phillis ? yet Phillis loue 's not Amyntas : And yet , alas , neyther thy hate , nor loue of an other Can withdraw his loue : And , if thou looke to thy gentrie , As sweete Cydippe is know'n to be truly thy mother , Cydippe daughter to the sacred God that abydeth In this syluer brooke ; soe , father of haples Amyntas Was good Syluanus , Syluanus son to the greate Pan , Pan the shepheards greate God , that rul's and raign 's by the forrest . And , if Phillis chaunce to behould her face in a fountayne , Phillis will not seeme more fayre then fayre Amaryllis : And Amaryllis fayre lou's gentleminded Amyntas ; And Amaryllis loue is still contemn'd of Amyntas , For that , Phillis loue still rests in soule of Amyntas , Although Phillis alas hates her truelouer Amyntas . Now suppose for a while ( God graunt it proue but a suppose ) That Phillis sowre lookes dryue of this loue of Amyntas , And Amaryllis loue draw on this loue of Amyntas , And that Amyntas kisse , kisse and embrace Amaryllis , And laugh at Phillis : what then wil Phillis imagin ? Phillis . Well : let Amyntas deale as seemeth best to Amyntas , And loue somewhere els ; his loue hath made me to hate hym . Daphne . Loue breede hate ? Sweete Syre of a most vnnatural ofspring And vile degenerate bastard : but when wil a white swan Hatch any coleblack crowe ? or meeke sheepe foster a Tyger ? Phillis . Daphne leaue this talk , or looke noe more for an answer : His loue breedes my hate , when I hate to aford what hee loueth : Hee 's not a fryend , but a foe , that my virgynyty seeketh : Daphne . Why then , stifneckt bull is a foe , not a fryend to a heyfer , And to a Turtledoue , not a fryend , but a foe is a Turtle . Why then sweete springetyme breedes hate and works many mischifs , Sweetesmyling spring-tyme , that wils each thing to be louing , World and all in world ; ô see how sweetly the Pigeon There with a murmur sweete his copsemate sweete is a wooing . Mark that Nightingale , which hops fro the bry'r to the hawthorne , Harck , how brauely shee sings , I doo loue , and loue to be louely , Nay eu'n sell serpents with cursed poyson abounding , Strong and stoordy Lions , and Tygers fierce be a louing : And yet Phillis alas Phillis more fierce than a Tyger , Woorse than a wylde Lionesse , and more vnkyn'de than a serpent , Phillis liues stil alone , and can not abyde to bee louely . But strong stoordy Lions , fierce Tygers , slippery serpents Haue sense and feeling , therefore noe wonder at all , if Serpents , stoordy Lions , and Tygers fierce be a louing : O then looke to the trees , and learne of them to be louely , Looke to the senceles trees , and mark how dearely the vinetree Lou's her louing elme , and clipps him fast with a thousand Thousand embracements , and beech-tree cleaues to the beech-tree , And wil'de ash to the ash , and pine-tree leane's to the pine-tree . Yea that broadebrauncht oake which stands soe stoordyly pitched , And seemes rude and rough , not moou'd with a storme or a tempest , Yeelds to a kynde of loue ; and , if thou were but a little Tutcht with loue , thou mights perceaue his louely bewaylings , And secreate groanyngs : and wilt thou then be for all this Woorse then a senceles tree , and neuer learne to be louely ? Change this mynde , fond wench , and this resolution alter . Phillis . Well : when I see trees weepe , and heare theyre louely bewaylings And secreate groanyngs , i 'le frame myself to be louing . Daphne . T is but a folly I see , to be wasting wyn'de on a prowd gyrle , That knows nought her self , and wil not learne of another . Thou that mak'st but a iest of loue , hereafter , I doubt not , Wilt full sore lament , and fyn'de all true that I tell thee : When thou shalt for shamesly back fro the watery fountayns , Back fro the springs where now thou see'st thy face to be shynyng , For very shame and griefe to behold thy beauty decayed And face all wrynckled : that 's bad , but that 's but a common Myschief , looke in tyme that a worse plague light not vpon thee . I 'le say nought ; but I woe what news were truly reported By sage Elpinus last day , to the louely Lycoris : And he reported afore Corydon and Alphesiboeus Twooe greatest maysters of loues lawes , and he reported In fayre Auroraes greate Caue , whose bewtiful entrance Hath these woords engran'd by the hand of louely Cupido , ( This place is sacred , for louers only apoynted ) There Elpinus sayd , and sayd that he heard it of ould tyme Of that great pastor , ( greate man , whose sweetly resoundyng Pipe did passe fro the fyelds and sang of martial horrors , ) How that in hels deepe pitt , foule fyends haue framed a dungeon , All as black as pytch , and all as darck as an ouen , Hard by the ioyles bancks where smokes and foggs be arising From wayling Acheron : and there these no-pyty-taking Dames and scornefull gyrles are all condemn'd to be plagued , All tormented there in dungeons ougly for euer . There fitt place , fayre walkes for Phillis shal be prepared : There shall fogs , and mystes , and smokes , and palpable horror Wring out teares from her eyes , and force her still to be wayling , Whom no louers smart , no griefe could make to be weeping . Phillis . Good sweete Daphne peace , and tell this againe to Lycoris , Terrifie babes with bugs : its tyme to be gone to the huntyng Solempne great hunting which this same day is apoynted In that pleasant parck , that sweetest parck of a thousand Yuychurches parck , prety Yuychurch , that on hill topp Flowring hill topp sitts , and looketh downe to the valleys , There , ô there , I dooe heare ( for soe Philoueuia tould mee ) There that Nymph , braue Nymph , that peareles Pembrokiana Yuychurches Nymph doth meane herself to be present , And with her owne person giue grace and life to the pastime . I le to my wonted well with Christall water abounding , There wil I leaue this dust and sweate that I gate by my toyling Yesterday , when I made that lightfoote Doe to be tumbling . Daphne . And i 'le hoame , for an howre or twoo : and then to the huntyng , Then to the parck wee 'le goe : in meane tyme marck what I tould thee More than parcks and wells , and , if symplicity blynde thee , Know thy not knowing ; soe , mayst thou know of an other .

The second Scene . Amyntas , Thyrsis . HOllowe caues , ragd rocks , waste hills , greene watery fountaynes For pyty , sweetely reply , and aunswers make to my mournyng : Strong oake , tall pinetree , greene laurell , bewtiful Yuy For pity , sweetly reply , and aunswers make to my mourning , Shake theyr leaues for grief , and bend theyr bowes to my groning ▪ Only that one in whom my ioyes are only reposed Yeelds no louely reply , no aunswer mak's to my mourning , Phillis faire and fierce ; Phillis more fierce to Amyntas Than strong oake , tall pine , greene lawrell , bewtiful yuy , Hollowe caues , ragd rocks , waste hills , greene watery fountaines . When blackmantled night mak's euery thing to be silent , Euery thing at rest , then wandreth restles Amyntas : Siluer moone , bright starrs , you knew these heauy bewaylings , And for grief your course and due reuolution altred : But shee alas greeues not , tak's no compassion on mee , Whose hart-chearing face , and sweete illuminat eisight Siluer moone , bright starrs , and all your brauery stayned , And made you for shame , your due reuolution alter . Thyrsis . Harmeles sheepe and lambs eate grasse : and greedy deuouring Woolues eate harmeles sheepe and lambs : but surly Cupido Surly Cupido feeds himself on streames of abounding Teares , and 's neuer fild , and yet stands euer a feeding . Amyntas . No , no , Thyrsis , alas : Loue lacks no teares of Amyntas , Surly Cupido's full , stuftfull with teares of Amyntas , And thyrsts now for blood , seeks blood of woful Amyntas , And what he seeks , he shal haue ; I 'le quench theyr thirst by my hartblood , Blynde boy's , proud gyrles thirst : and glut theyr eyes with aboundant Streames of purpled gore of too too wretched Amyntas . Thyrsis . O bloody word , fowle word , ô God forbid that Amyntas Should or think , or woork any outrage vnto Amyntas . Cast of these fancies , leaue these toyes , pluck vp a mans-hart : If bony Phillis scorne , and make but a mock of Amyntas , Yet shal Amyntas finde as braue gyrls as bony Phillis . Amyntas . Finde braue gyrls ? ô griefe : if Amyntas finde not Amyntas , How can he finde others ? ô how shal he finde bony Lasses , If that he loose himself ? ô how shal I seeke any other , Since my setled soule and hart are like to an aged And well grounded tree , which now is come to the full groath , And will rather breake , than bend , or yeeld to be turned . Hate augments my loue ; her frownes geue fyre to my fancy , As gentle spaniel , whom beating makes to be louing . Thyrsis . Feare in a feareful man frets more than plagues that he feareth : Hope , and haue , in time any man may gaine any woeman . Long time mighty Lions at length hath brought to the brydle , And wyldest Tygers at length are tam'de in a long tyme . Amyntas . Yea , but alas long tyme 's too long for wretched Amyntas : Death must speedely speede , noe wretch can abyde any long tyme . Thyrsis . Stay but a while , noe doubt these things will mend in a short time : Thou knowst that woemen by kinde are mutable euer , Soone hoate , and soone cold , like and mislike in a moment , Change as a weathereock , and all as light as a feather . But let Thyrsis now know more at large of Amyntas His distressed state ; for though thou touldst me a great while Since , that Loue gaue first occasion vnto thy torments , And that prowd Phillis gaue fresh increase to thy sorrowes , Yet whence this loue sprang , who was that Phillis I knew not . And sith soemany yeares w' haue liu'd so friendly togeather , And apply'd ourselu's to the lores of learned Apollo , Ther 's cause why Thyrsis should know those things of Amyntas , Which his Amyntas knows , and will shew only to Thyrsis . Amyntas . Know ô Thyrsis then , know this mine infinite anguish , Which these hills well know , which these sweete watery wells know , And yet no man knowes : my fatall howre is aproaching , My death drawes so neare , that now its time to prouide some Time to prouide some friend , which may and wil be reporter Of death and deaths cause , which wil for a friendly remembrance Death and cause of death ingraue in barck of a beech tree , Hard by the damned place , where corps of murdred Amyntas Bloodles corps shall lie , that when that braue bony damsel That pytiles Phillis shall chaunce that way to be passing , Her prowde foote , and yet sweete foote may ioy to be treading Treading and trampling these baleful boanes of Amyntas . And that serpents tong , thus take a delite to be vaunting , This death is my triumph , these bruysed boanes my trophaeum ; That such strange trauelers as this way chaunce to be wandring , And forren Pastors that passe by the graue of Amyntas , May know this conquest , and make it know'n to the countrey . And perchaunce ( ô noe , that 's too too good for Amyntas ) Yet perchaunce one day may once come , when bony Phillis When bony sweete Phillis , now moou'd with a louely repentance , Louely remorse , may take some small compassion on mee , And , when t is too-late , lament this losse of Amyntas , Sheading some sweete teares for death of murdred Amyntas , His death ; whom when hee lyu'd , herself did cause to be dying ; Saying , O that hee were , that hee were not a murdred Amyntas , O that he liued now , and were my louer Amyntas . But now harck and marck of cares and woe the beginning . Thyrsis . Say on then , for I harck and marck perchaunce to a better End , than thou thyself canst yet conceaue or imagin . Amyntas . When that I was but a wagg , yong wagg , soe yong , that I could scarce Reach mine outstretcht arme to the bending bowes of a plumtree ; T' was my luck ( ill luck ) t' acquaint myself with a braue gyrle , Brauest gyrle that spreades her golden locks to the tender Wynde , faire Phillis I meane , but alas what meant I to meane her ? Phillis a flame to the soule , and Phillis a flowre to the forrest , Phillis a Townish gyrls disgrace , and grace to the countrey , Phillis a fame to the Parck , and Phillis a shame to the Pallace , Phillis that first made Cydippe for to be mother , Phillis that first made that rich Montanus a father : With that Phillis I was ( most woeful was , when I am not ) With that Phillis I lyu'd ( ô luckles lyu'd , when I lyue not ) Phillis a turtle doue , and faithful turtle Amyntas : Both our bowres were nye , which made vs both to be neighbours , Both our mynds more nye , which causd vs both to be fryendly : Both our ages lyke , which first was cause of a lyking , Both our lyues more lyke , which stil gaue fyre to a fancie . If that Amyntas were disposed for to be fishing , Phillis a fishing went : if Amyntas meant to be fowling , Phillis a fowling went : if Phillis longd for a filberd , Yonker Amyntas clymbde : if Phillis would be a hunting , Whoe but Amyntas then , but greene-coate Huntsman Amyntas ? Eithers sport was lyke , and eythers portion aequall . But when Amyntas thus bestow'd himself on his angling , Other bayts and hookes tooke secreate hould of Amyntas : Whilst that Amyntas thus layd trapps and snares for a Redbrest , White-brest layd new snares and hidden trapps for Amyntas : Whilst that Amyntas I say ran pricking after a Pricket , Farre more poysned darts haue prickt hart-roote of Amyntas . For , by degrees there grew ( as an hearb that grows of her owne self ) In my brest there grew , but I wist not whence , a desiring Still to be with Phillis , poore foole , and stil to be gazing On those burning lamps , whence stil stil I sucked a sweetnes , Strange kinde of sweetnes which ended stil with a sowrenes . Oftentimes did I sigh , yet knew no cause of a sighing , And was a louer afore that I knew what t' was to be louing : But now Thyrsis , I know , and mark , I le tell thee the manner . Thyrsis . Say on Amyntas then ; this matter 's worthy the marking . Amyntas . Once on a day ( ô day , ô dismallst day of a thousand ) Once on a sommers day ( ô sommer worse than a winter ) Vnder a beech ( ô beech of Amyntas woe the beginning ) Phillis sate her downe , and downe sate Cassiopoea , And I betweene them both : when a Bee that gathered honny Here and there fro the flowres , conueys herself in a moment Vnto the red-rose cheeke of smiling Cassiopoea , And there bytes and bytes faire cheeke of Cassiopoea , Thinking sure , ( as I think ) her red-rose cheekes to be roses . Bee bytes , byting smarts , and smarting Cassiopoea Wringeth her hands and cryes : But , peace , qd my bony Phillis , Cassiopoea , be stil , crye not sweete Cassiopoea : I le with a word or twoo soone cause thy paine to be ceasing , I le soone charme thy cheeke ; this secreate lately I learned Of beldame Sagane , for an yuory combe that I gaue her . Then sh'applyes her lipps ( life-geeuing lipps to a Louer , And yet alas , yet alas life-taking lipps from a Louer ) Vnto the smarting cheeke of whyning Cassiopoea , And with a sweete sweete sound her spells she begins to be mumbling : By and by ( strange thing ) her payne was past in a moment , Whether charming woords did woork so mighty a woonder , Or that Phillis mouth ( which rather may be beleeued ) Heales where it tutcheth by some great grace of Apollo . Then then , whereas afore I desired but to be seeing Hart-inflaming eyes , I desired but to be hearing Soul-inuading voyce , sweete voyce , and like to the purling Streames of a siluer brooke that creepes with a louely resounding Murmur among small stones , or lyke to the dayntyly warbling Noyse of a gentle winde , that makes greene leaues to be trembling , Then then alas did I long and looke and wish to be ioyning This my mournfull mouth to the mouth of my bony Phillis : And in fine I deuisd ( Loue fynds out wyly deuises ) How t' obteine my desire : for I faind , that a wasp fro the bushes Flew to my face in a rage , and poore lipps all to be stinged ; And my dolefull lookes did looke and craue to be charmed , Though my toong was afraid , and made no sute to the charmer , Then simple Phillis , who tooke my tale for a Gospell , Came of her owne accord and ioynd her lips to my sore-lipp , Sore-sick lip God knowes : But alas , whilst Phillis a fained Wound with sweete lipps heal'd , her sweete lips gaue mee a true-wound , Gaue me a mortall wound that ran fro the lipps to the lyuer , Nay , immortall wound that pierst fro the mouth to the marrow . No busie Bee can suck more sweete and sugered honny From sweet-smelling flowrs , than was distild fro the roses Of chery-lipt Phillis by the boyling breath of Amyntas ; Although bashful feare was somwhat a curb to my kisses , And restraynd my ioyes : which made me the more to desire that Poisned bitter-sweete , and faine yet againe that I smarted , That with Phillis lipps my lipps might freshly be charmed : And soe charmed I was , soe sting'd , soe deadly bewitched , So sore inchaunted with spill-soule spells , that I must needes Either breake my hart , or breake my loue to my Phillis : This breaking of loue was a loues-breake ; better it had bene Harts-breake or necks-breake to the sore hart-wounded Amyntas . Once on a time when Nymphs and Pastors chaunc't to be sporting . Standing all in a round , and each one whispred a secreat Into an others eare , poore foole I began to be buzzing , Phillis , I burne with loue , ô take compassion on mee , Help or I dy Phillis : But Phillis straight with a lowring Looke and frowning face , and downe-cast eyes to the ground-ward , Blusht for spite and shame , and gaue not a woord for an aunswer , But couueyd her away , and flew fro the place in a furie . From that time , no time would Phillis abide with Amyntas , Lend no eyes to the teares , no eares to the playnts of Amyntas . And now flaxen wheate his ripened stalk to the syckle Hath threetimes yeelded , now cheareful spring , to the forrest Flowring bowes hath brought threetimes , and flowr's to the meddow , And each thing but death long since was try'de by Amyntas For t' appease Phillis ; my death now only remaineth For t' appease Phillis : which death should soone be procured , So that I were once sure that I should by my deadly departure Wring any teares from her eyes , or bring any ioy to her hard hart , Make her weepe or laugh ; and wheather should I be wishing ? Indeede Phillis teares and mynde with mercy relenting Were far better amends for death of murdred Amyntas , And more friendly reward for luckles loue of Amyntas , But that I may not wish sweete Phillis minde to be greeued , Nor Phillis faire face and eyes with teares to be blubbred . Thyrsis . And what man , madman , can thinke it possible , if that Once shee doe heare these plaints , but that shee 'le yeeld to be louing ? Amyntas . O good Thyrsis , I doubt , for I neuer gin to be speaking , But shee recoyls fro my words , as subtile snake fro the charmer . Thyrsis . Doubt not , I hope ere long , I le cause her friendly to heare thee . Amyntas . If thou get that I speake , then nought shal I get by my speaking . Mopsus alas Mopsus foretould me my desteny long-since , Soothsayer Mopsus that knows what mysterie secreate And hidden vertues in stones and hearbs be abyding , And by the flight and chirpe of byrds can tell many wonders . Thyrsis . What ? that coosnyng squyre , that brokes and sells to the ould wyues Pelting pills in a box , and so scrapes coyne fro the countrey ? Hope yet Amyntas a while ; for I know ther 's matter of hoping : Only because Mopsus say's there 's no matter of hoping : Hope , and meete mee againe in this same place : for I doubt not But that in one halfe howre , I 'le bring good newes to Amyntas . Chorus . O Sweete age of gold , not sweet , for that by the pastures Euery brooke and bush with mylk and honny abounded ; Nor that fertile ground vntild , vntutcht was afording Fresh increase of fruite to the pooremans dayly reioicing ; Nor that stingles snakes and harmeles slippery serpents Slyded abroad by the fields and neuer breath'd any poyson ; Nor that clowdles skies seem'd euermore to be smyling , And aeternall Spring her spring-time dayly renuing ; Nor that noe pyne-trees as yet cut downe fro the mountaines Ranged abroad by the rocks with salt waues all to be dashed : But sweete age of gold , for that this name of a noething , Idle name of nought , and dayly deceauable Idoll , Which fooles afterward , fine-fooles haue made to be Honnor , Was nor nam'd , nor knowne , nor brought new lawes to the countrey And poore countreymen , whose liues were onely directed By sweete Natures law , sweete Nature taught them a lesson , If you will , you may : and strait-lac't rules did abandon . Then by the greene-mantled pastures and watery fountaines Lou's yong wanton waggs were always woont to be singing , And had noe light lampes , and had no dangerus arrowes . Then braue iolly Shepheards and Nymphs sate sweetly togeather , Tempring woords with smyles ; and euery smyle with a kissing . Nymphs were not so nyce , but that they yeelded a full view Of their bared brests to the searching eyes of a louer . Gyrles were not soe coy , but that they would with a yonker Friendly together wash , and bathe themselues in a riuer . Honnor first cou'red wel-spring of louely Cupido , Honnor pluckt water from scorched mouth of a Louer , Honnor taught fayre eyes theyr glittring beames to be hyding , And to the darckned soule theyr light vnkindly denying . Honnor caught in netts those golden locks , that in ould tyme Were leaft loose to the wynde dispersed along by the shoulders . Honnor mar'd our myrth , and louelayes turn'd to a silence , And all our pastymes to a sollempne grauitie changed . Honnor taught vs first our mouthes by art to be moouing , Lookes by a looking glasse , and gate with skill to be framing . Honnor cal'd it a theft , which first was counted a free guift , Honnor made it a cryme , which first was thought but a pastyme . But thou supreame Lord of Loue , thou onely Monarcha , Which rul'st mighty Monarchs , what doost thou here in a corner , For soe great a Godhead ô too too simple a corner ? Goe to a prowd Diademe , to a golden crown , to a scepter , Breake those great mens sleepe ; so shall thy fame bee the greater : Disgrace not thy-self with poore contemptible abiects , But let Countrey-fooles liue as they vsed to be lyuing , Let them liue in loue , whilst they haue tyme to be louing . Sun setts , and riseth ; goes downe , and quickly reuiueth , But mans light once out , aeternall darknes abydeth : Then let Countrey-fooles liue as they vsde to be lyuing , Let them lyue in loue , whilst they haue time to be louing .

The second Act , and first Scene . The Satyre alone . THis same foolish Bee's but a Bee , and Bee's but a small thing , Yet this buzzing Bee with a small mouth maketh a great wound : But what 's lesse than Loue , that lurketh in euery corner , Euery smal smal nooke ; and hides himself as a false-thiefe Sometimes vnder an hayre , and sometymes vnder an ey-lidd ? Yet this least least Loue , when he smiteth , maketh a great-wound , Great great mortall wound , great cureles wound in a louer . My flesh's nought but a mark all ouerprickt with her arrowes , My body naught but a wound , my bowells naught but a bleeding . O Loue , nay not Loue , that loue vnlouely requiteth , Loue was as ill cal'd Loue , as this prowd paltery Phillis Was well cal'd Phillis ; ( disdainfull Phillis an ill is , Ill to her owne-self first , and always ill to an other : ) As this Mountaine-byrd , Montanus daughter I should say , ‛ Was well cal'd Phillis ; since hill-borne Phillis a hill is : Wylde waste hills and woods and mountaines serue for a harbor Vnto the rau'nous brood of woolues , beares , slippery serpents ; And hillish Phillis makes her faire brest , as a lodging For fowle pride , fell spite , and most implacable anger , Woorse beasts , far more woorse , than woolues , beares , slippery serpents , These with a pray are pleasd , but shee 's not moou'd with a prayer . If that I fetch her flowrs , fresh fragrant flowrs fro the forrest , My fresh fragrant flowrs , ô spite , with a scorne shee reiecteth , For cause her faire cheekes with fairer flowrs be adorned . If that I bring in a dish queene-apples vnto my deare Queene , Dish and queene-apples , ô griefe , with a mock shee renounceth , For cause her bosome with fruite far sweeter aboundeth . If that I range by the woods and fyelds , and gather her honny , Honn' and honnyes combe , ô death , with a flout shee refuseth , For cause her sweete mouth more sugered honny afordeth , O then Phillis , alas , if my poore state can aford thee Naught , but what thy self mayst haue more louely within thee , Take myself for a guyft , i le geue myself to my Phillis , And why should Phillis disdaine this guift that I giue her ? My face is not fowle , my lookes are not to be loathed , Yesterday I beheld myself when I walkt by the seashore , When seaes were calmed , when windes theyr rage had omytted My sanguyne count'nance with moisture lyuely replenisht , Bristled brest , braund armes , and shoulders stoordyly squared Are all signes of strength , and marks of manlynes only , And if Phillis doubt , let Phillis try what is in mee . What should Phillis doo with a curld-pate paltery cockney ? What with a smooth-fac't foole , with a carpet squyre , with a mylksop ? What with a pyping goose , with a whistling boy , with a mynstrell ? Gyrles indeede , and gyrles in shew , effoeminat each way ? If perchaunce Phillis , ( this chaunce may easyly happen ) Should encounter a Woolfe , or a fell shee Beare , or a wilde Boare , Then farewell Mynyons , then bristled brests be the best men . O but alas , Phillis dooth know right well , that I want not Mans face or mans hart ; but gold and syluer I haue not , Gold and syluer I want , and this makes Phillis abhorr mee Countrey learnes of towne to be bought , and euery Malkin Lookes for a purse of sylk , or a ring , no lesse than a Lady . Here is an age of gold indeede , gold only triumpheth , Gold rul's and ore rul's from a mylkmayd vnto an Empresse . Thou , thou wicked wight that first taughtst mayds to be Marchants , ‛ And mad'st gyrles sell loue ; ô let thy graue be a dungeon For foule sprytes and snakes ; ô let thy damnable ashes Feele both wynde and rayne , and bones ly all to be scattred Here and there by the fyelds , bones bruysed of euery footeman , Troaden of euery beast , accursed of all the beholders , This wretch , noble loue did abase , when he made it a hireling , Made it a slaue of gold , and made it a monsterus Hydra , Monster of all monsters that land or water afordeth . But what meane I to curse in vayne ? since euery creature Vseth such weapons , as nature gaue , to defend him ? Clawes to the greedy Lyons , and foaming tuske to the wilde Boare , Winged eggs to a hart , and pleasing face to a woeman , Why doel not then deale according vnto my nature ? Why doe I not shew force , since nature fram'es me to forcing ? I le take by violence and rape those ioyes fro the proud gyrle Which are due to my loue , and Phillis stoutly denyeth . When shee begins herself in woonted well to be washing , ( Silen shewd me the well , fayre well , well worthy a fayre lasse ) I le rush out from a bush ( where first i le lye as in ambush ) And take her napping , when I see occasion offred . If that I once can rowle my hand in her hayre , let her hardly Scratch and byte and whine , shee 'le neuer scape fro my clutches , Till , for a woorthy reueng , her blood , my blade be a bathing .

The second Scene . Daphne . Thyrsis . Thyrsis , I know too well , that tender-mynded Amyntas Hath long lou'd this gyrle ; and long may loue her , I feare mee . And , as I tould thee before , my helping hand did I alwayes , And will now much more for thy sake , lend to Amyntas . But more soone may one make gentle a Beare or a Tyger , And tame yong wylde Bulls , then learne yong gyrls any reason , Gyrls as fonde as fayre : whose rude symplycyty knows not , How theyr eye-arrowes can pierce mens harts in a moment . Thyrsis . Symple ? I neuer yet could see soe symple a woeman , But was most expert , though but new crept fro the cradle , In these cosn'ing tricks ; and knew her face to be framyng , Now with a smyle t' allure , and now to repell with a frownyng . Daphne . What skilfull Mystres taught them this mystery , Thyrsis ? Thrsis . As though thou knewst not : that Mystres , which did in ould tyme Take yong byrds fro the neast , and taught them for to be flying , Bull to rebut with a horne , and skaled fish to be swymming , And proudhart Peacock her paynted trayne to be spreading . Daphne . What s her name ? Thy. Daphne . Dap. Fy , that 's impossible . Thy. And why ? Is not dame Daphne trow you , to be deemed a Mystres Sufficient t'enstruct ten thousand such bony lasses ? Though in truth they want noe skill , nor neede any mystres , Coy by kinde , and proud by byrth , and surly by nature . Yet nource and mother contend this folly to further , And soe make in tyme yong cockrell lyke to the ould crowe . Daphne . Well crow'd , gentle Cock : your song may chaunce be requyted : But to the matter in hand , in truth , in truth I remember One odd toy , Thyrsis , that makes mee scarcely resolued , Wheather Phillis fayne and make but a shew of a symplesse , Or for a truth doth meane as in outward shewe shee pretendeth . For , last day when I went to the greene fyeld neare to the cytty , Phillis sate her downe by the brooke that runs by the greene fyeld , And soe her count'nance composd , as though she requyred Counsayle from that brooke , and would , b'aduisd by the water , How to be disposing , and how to be dayntyly ordring Gold wyr'de hayre on her head , and how with skill to be setting Call on gold wyr'de hayre , and how at last to be sticking Flowres in a golden call , ( her lap with flowrs was abounding ) And now takes vp a Rose , and straight way takes vp a Lylly : And compares her cheekes to the Rose , and neck to the Lilly : And then smyles for ioy , seeing her louly triumphant Cheekes more red than a Rose , and neck more white than a Lilly , And disdaigns poore flowrs , and thus seemes them to be scornyng , Foolish paltery hearbs , your pyde coat 's nought to my countnance , Your flowr's naught to my face , your brauery nought to my beauty , Foolish paltery weedes , I doo beare you often about mee , For your owne disgrace , and not for a grace to my person , That your fading flowrs may serue as a foyle for a Phillis . As she was all this while pruning herself by the water , Princking and prancking , at last by chaunce she reflected Her bright beames sydeward , and then saw well , that I saw her , And was asham'd and blusht , and let fayre Lilly be falling . More that Daphne laught , more Phillis still was a blushing , More that Phillis blusht , more Daphne still was a laughing . Buy yet , her hayre half trest , half vntrest well she remembred , And with a stealing eye to the waterglasse she repayred , Spying whether I spyde ; and see 's herself to be vndrest , And yet lykes herself , seeing herself to be seemely Though vndrest , for I saw , yet would not seeme to bee seeing . Thyrsis . Peace , peace , good Daphne : this noe newes , come to Amyntas . Daphne . Noe newes ? yes mary ist : for noe such matter in ould tyme Euer afore was seene : When Daphne was but a Damsell Dapne was not soe : but world now waxeth an ould world , Growes to be wayward now , and peeuish like to an ould man . Thyrsis . In those dayes , Townebyrds flewe not soe fast to the countrey , Nor countrey lasles did gad soe much to the Cytty . Now all 's confounded , now fashyons all to be mingled All to be mangled quyte , and euery Madg is a Mystresse , All 's turn'd vpsyde downe . But may not , may not Amyntas , And bonylasse Phillis yet talk once fryendly togeather By Daphnes good meanes , and condiscend to a parley ? Daphne . Thyrsis , I am not sure ; shee 's too too flatly denying . Thyrsis . And hee , alas , poorefoole , is too too fondly desyring . Daphne . Then let him aske , intreate , importune , nay let him offer , Yea offer violence , and take noe nay ; for a woeman Loues to be woo'd of a man : thou know'st well , Thyrsis , a woeman Runs , and yet soe runs , as though she desyr'd to be orerun ; Says , noe , noe ; yet soe , as noe , noe , seemes to be no noe ; Stryues , and yet soe stryues as though she desyr'd to be vanquisht . Woeman's like to a shade , that flyes , yet lyes by the subiect , Lyke to a Bee , that neuer striues , yf sting be remoued . Thou se'st , Thyrsis , I talk as a playne wench vnto a playne fryend . Thyrsis . Then good playne Daphne , it s more then tyme to be playne now , Help me to help our fryend poore helples fryendles Amyntas . Daphne . Well to be playne indeede , and end this matter in one woord , Phillis goes with mee now by and by to the braue well , Mighty Dianaes well , where largearm'd ash to the hunting Nymphs giu's cooling shade ; there Phillis shal be presented Naked , starcknaked to the open view of Amyntas . Thyrsis . And what then ? Daph. What then ? then I thinck thusmuch to a wiseman Will seeme sufficient , and is toomuch for a fonkyn . Thrysis . Now I doe know thy mynde : but I doubt least fearful Amyntas Haue not soe much hart , as boldly to offer an onset . Daphne . Then let Amyntas stay , til an other seeke to preuent hym . Thyrsis . If that hee were soe serud , he deserud wel soe to be serued . Daphne . But to thyself Thyrsis , wilt styl be a boy or a batchler ? Wer 't not farr better to be husband or to be louer ? Thyrsis . When that Thyrsis see 's , that lou's not a plague to a louer , Then shall Daphne see , that Thyrsis wil be a louer . But whilst hateful loue with teares and feares is aboundyng , Loue whoe will for mee : let another learne to be mournyng , Thyrsis enough hath mournd . Daph. But he hath not ioyed enough yet . Thyrsis . Noe such ioyes I desyre . Daph. But loue can force the resister . Thyrsis . Noe force ; i le keepe back . Daph. And then loue hasteneth onward . Thyrsis . I le run . Daph. Loue hath wings . Thyrs . But short wings in the begynning . Daphne . Louers feele not loue , when loue is first a begynnyng , And when lou 's once felt , it s too late then to be runnyng . Thyrsis . But let my loue rest , til againe wee chaunce to bee meeting , And let Amyntas now , for he most needs , first be releeued . I le seeke hym straight way ▪ and bring , if I can , the retyring Beare to the stake . Daph. I le goe , but this was far fro my meanyng . Thyrsis . And , if I gesse not amysse , loe yonder he coms , with a downecast Looke , and wandring pace , pace and looke fit for Amyntas .

The third Scene . Amyntas , Thyrsis . THyrsis gaue good woords : I le see what 's doone for Amyntas ; And , if noe thing 's done , then afore that I seeme to be vndone , Myself-murdring hand shall reaue this breath from Amyntas Eu'n in Phillis sight , that lyke as now she delyteth Herself with this wound , loues wound , that cleaues to my hart roote , Wound of her owne fayre eyes : soe may she be freshly triumphing At this gaping wound with purpled gore that aboundeth Wound of myne owne hands , last wound of murdred Amyntas . Thyrsis . Leaue of thy mourning : Thyrsis brings news to Amyntas . Amyntas . What news ? life , or death ? Thyr. Life , loue , blisse , ioy to Amyntas , Yf that Amyntas dare ioy , blisse , loue , life be a meeting . But then he must be a man , not a mome , man fully resolued , And not shrynck with a showre , as a feynt hart foole or a dastard . Amyntas . And what greate cowrrage , or what resolution is this ? Thyrsis . If that thy Phillis should wander alone in a desert , Desert walled about with rocks of monsterus hugenes , Where sharpe-tusked Boares , and Tygers only resorted , Wouldst thou goe to thy loue by this soe feareful a passage ? Amyntas . Yea , with a better will , than gyrles or boyes to the stooleball . Thyrsis . If thy Phillis were with a theeuish company compast , And saw nought but sweards and glistring armor about her , Wouldst thou goe to thy loue through this same company theeuish ? Amyntas . Yea , with a greater ioy , than thirsting Hart to the fountayne , Thyrsis . Yet for such exployt , more courage wil be required . Amyntas . I le with a good will goe through scorching flames of a fornace , I le through swelling streames increast with snow fro the mountaynes , I le through damnable hell , through loathsome Styx , to my Phillis , Yf that can be a hell where heu'ns-ioy Phillis abydeth : But say , shew mee all . Thyr. Harck then . Amynt . Tell speedyly , Thyrsis , Thyrsis . Thy loue sits by a well , sits naked , alone , by a well-spring . Phillis sitts by a well , and stays for gentle Amyntas , Dar'st thou goe to thy loue , and wilt thou goe to thy Phillis ? Amyntas . What ? doth my deare life , doth my loue sit by a wellspring ? What ? doth Phillis alone and naked stay for Amyntas ? Thyrsis . None els but Daphne ; and Daphne woorks for Amyntas , Otherwise she alone , and naked stayes for Amyntas , Naked , but. Amynt . But what ? this vile , But , murdreth Amyntas . Thyrsis . But Phillis knows not that Amyntas coms to the wellspring . Amyntas . O wellspring of woe ; this cold conclusion endeth All my hope conceau'd , and draws confusion onward ; O pytyles Thyrsis , was sowl-tormented Amyntas Not yet plagued enough , but thou must heape on a new plague ? Thyrsis . If thou meane to be ru'ld , thou mayst be a happy Amyntas . Amyntas . How ru'ld ? Thyr. Take that good , which opportunyty offreth . Amyntas . God forbid , that I take such opportunyty offred As t' attempt any thing displeasing vnto my Phyills . Yet did I neuer thing offensiue vnto my Phillis , But that I lou'd her alas , yet alas she'enforc't mee to loue her , That fault 's hers , not myne , and beauty to blame , not Amyntas . Thyrsis . If thou couldst leaue loue , wouldst thou leaue of to be louing , That by not louing , thou mightst please thy bony Phillis ? Amyntas . That , wil I neuer say Thyrsis , nor neuer imagin , Loue wil not consent , that I euer leaue to be louing . Thyrsis . Thou wilt loue her then , though in despyte of her owne hart . Amyntas . In despite ? ô noe , yet needs needs must I be louing . Thyrsis . What then ? against her will . Amynt . Loue wills soe , if shee be wilfull . Thyrsis . Take then against her will that , which though in the begynnyng Seemes to be paineful a while , yet prooues to be ioyful in ending . Amyntas . Thy long experience , ô Thyrsis , maks the be talking , Maks the be discoursing of loue : but freshman Amyntas Is possest with loue , and loue must frame him an aunswer , Loue , that cloggs hartty'd and tongty'd louer Amyntas . Thyrsis . Why then , wilt not goe ? Amy. Yes . Thyr. Whether ? Amy. Straight to my long home , If noe help , but this , can bring any ioy to Amyntas . Thyrsis . And is this nothing ? would Daphne send for Amyntas , Vnles that Phillis seem'd in some part to be willing ? And perchaunce Phillis doth know herself , that Amyntas Coms to the well indeede , but will not seeme to be knowing . Now if thou wouldst haue her full consent to be vttred , And mynde expressed , which euery woman abhorreth , Where is then thy desyre , thy Phillis still to be pleasing ? And if Phillis wil , that Amyntas ioy , be Amyntas Theft , not Phillis guyfte ; what further seeketh Amyntas ? Amyntas . O but alas whoe knows , that Phillis lyketh Amyntas ? Thyrsis . And whoe knows for truth , that Phillis lyks not Amyntas ? And in an aequall doubt , that part is best to be taken , Which to the parties minde is most conformable always ; Therefore come . Amy. Stay yet . Thyr. For what ? tyme passeth Amyntas . Amyntas . O stay good Thyrsis , let 's here consult for a whyle yet . Thyrsis . Wee 'le consult by the way of things that seeme to be needefull . Who soe thincks many things ▪ brings seaw to a fortunat ending . Chorus . O Heart-ennobling great loue , where shall wee bee learnyng These thy sacred lawes ? in what schoole must wee be trayned Vp to thy high conceipts ? or what soe skilful a mayster Possibly may vnfould those supreame thoughts of a louer Which his soule possesse , whilst with thy wings in a moment His mynde mounts to the skies , and Christall-mantled Olympus ? Neyther learned Athens , nor greate fame-worthy Lycoeus . Could loues force expresse , or loues perfection vtter ; Neither Castalian Muses , nor great-God Apollo , Nor rymewright singers could once aspyre to the thousandst Part of those ioys , which in a louers brest be abounding : Their voyce is not a voyce of fire , they sing but a cold song , Song and voyce vnfit for loues vnspeakable ardor : Soe then Loues owne voyce is a fittest voyce for a loues-lay , So then Loue himself is best exprest by his owneself . Loue learnes rurall witts , and base-borne brests to be reading Hart-burning secreats and woonders , dayntily written In faire-flaming eyes , by the hand of louely Cupido . Loue ( ô strange eloquence of Loue ) with a sigh , with an half-speach , Interrupted speach , confused speach of a Louer , Sooner a Tygers heart to a true compassion vrgeth , Better a secret smart and inward passion vttreth , Than trope-turned tale , or ryming ditty , deryued From foole-hardy Poets , or vaine-head Rhetoricasters . Nay , those silent looks , and louely regards of a Louer More , than a thousand words , expresse those pangs of a Louer . Let those famous Clercks with an endles toyle be perusing Socraticall writings ; twoo faire eyes teach mee my lesson : And what I read in those , I doe write in a barck of a beech-tree , Beech-tree better booke , than a thousand Dainty deuises .

The third Act , and first Scene . Thyrsis , Chorus . O Extreame disdaigne , ô most vnmerciful hard-hart , O vnthankfull gyrle , ô prowde , and no-pity-taking Woemen , curst by kynde , vnkynd kinde , kyn to a Tyger , Kyn to a poysned snake . O dame , nay rather a stepdame , Bunglyng artificer Nature , which framed a woemans Externall countnance , and outward parts to be chearfull , But th' internall soule , and inward part to be spytefull . O perchaunce , poore wretch , himself hath murdred his ownself . Euery place doe I seeke and search out euery corner , Euery bush , each caue , each banck , and euery fountaine All these three howres long , by the well where lately I left him ; Yet noe sight can I get , , noe hearing , no not a footestepp Wherein he troade of late , not a footestepp yet can I light on : Sure hee 's kild , hee 's dead , himself hath murdred his owneself . I le ask these Pastors , if they can shew any tydings : Good friends , haue you seene , doe yee know any newes of Amyntas ? Chorus . Some bad misfortune thy minde seemes greatly to trouble : What mean's this sweating and blowing ? Fearst any mischif ? Thyrsis . Mischif I feare indeede of Amyntas : shew mee Amyntas . Chorus . No-body here sawe hym , since you twoo lately departed . But what mischif fearst ? Thyrs . That Amyntas murder Amyntas . Chorus . Murder Amyntas . Why ? What works so desperat outrage ? Thyrsis . Hate and Loue. Chor. Twoo foes , th' one th' other deadly maligning ▪ Either sufficient , but both more mighty to murder : Yet make this more playne . Thyrs . To be too too hartily louing , And of a loued Lasse to be too too spytefuly hated . Chorus . But shew all at large : this place is an ord'nary through-fare : Here some man may passe that may bring newes of Amyntas , And some wynde himself may hither chaunce to be driuing . Thyrsis . I le shewe all indeede , for I should vniustly be dealing , If that I blaze not abroade so shameful a fact to the whole world . Wretched Amyntas knew , and knew by my only relating , ( Now I repent too late , that I was soe fonde a relator ) That Daphn ' and Phillis would wash themselues in a well-spring : Thither Amyntas went , but went very faintily thither , All vnwilling went , and backwards oft he retyred , But that I stil stil droue him most vnluckily forward . Forward thus wee went , and now came nere to Dianaes Well , when alas wee heard some dolefull sound of a damsell , That stil cryed , Alas ; and saw how woefuly Daphne Wringed her hands and wept , and seeing vs to be comming , Lifted her hands and voyce ; O run run quickly to Phillis , Phillis alas is forst , ô run run quickly to Phillis . Louer Amyntas leapt , as a Rowe-buck prickt with an arrow , At these woords , and flew , and quickly I hastened after : When wee came , wee saw faire Phillis bound to a willow , Naked , stark-naked , bound head hand foote to a willow . Her locks seru'd for a cord , her gold-locks lapt in a thousand Knotts , ( noe true-loues knotts ) were all ty'de fast to the willow : Her braue Belt , which first that pure virginity guarded , Bound both hands to to the trunck , and this fowle villany furthred : And wynding willow , vnwilling foe to be winding , ( And yet glad those leggs with tender twiggs to be tutching ) Lends her slipps to be strings ( each thing can further a mischif ) Strings those trembling leggs ( ô rufull case ) to be bynding . And that beastly Satyre , which causd this monsterus outrage , Stood with lusting rage , and raging fury before her , And now , eu'n iust now had left of fully to bynde her . Phillis stroue asmuch as Phillis might be a striuing , But for a naked gyrle with an armed foe to be striuing , Booteles it had bene sure , if sharpned dart of Amyntas Gainst that fleshly Satyre had not been tymely directed : And I myself meane while my lapp with stones was a filling , Which made lusting beast at last for feare to be flying . When this flight gaue leaue to the louing eyes of Amyntas For to behold his ioys , those lyms so dayntily trembling , Trembling yet for feare ; at last , at last he aproached Vnto the naked Nymph , and yet yet somwhat abashed : Pardon , faire Phillis , qd Amyntas , pardon I pray thee This my too bold hand , which too too rashly presumeth , And to thy spotles lyms , lyms neuer tutcht yet , aprocheth , Sith soe extreame neede , soe greate a necessity forceth Forceth Amyntas his hands faire Phillis her hands to be loosing ▪ Let not then this grace which fortune seemes to aford them , Seeme any fowle disgrace , or woork any wooe to my Phillis . Chorus . Woords well woorthy to make any hart of flynt to be tender : But what said Phillis ? Thyrs . Not a woord ; but scornfuly blushing Looks downe , hyding all that bands would haue to be hidden . Gentle Amyntas coms , and golden lockes he releaseth , And as he vnknits knotts , thus golden-locks he beespeaketh , Golden locks too good this senceles tree to be chayning , What shal Louers haue , wherein they may be triumphing , If loues-lace can abide to be stretcht from a Nymph to a willow ? Paltery willow breakes with rude and boysterus handling , Golden chaine , which gaue such grace to the paltery willow . Then those hard-held hands in such odd manner hee loosed , As that hee wisht and feard hart-holding hands to be handling . Lastly , to free her feete , himself he begins to be kneeling : But when Phillis her hands from bands felt fully released , His louing seruice with these proud words she refused , Tutch me not , hence Pastor , mine owne hands shall be my owne leggs Freedome , tutch not a Nymph , that 's consecrat vnto Diana . Chorus . O graceles guerdon for seruice dutiful offred , How can a Nymphs sweete brest harbor so fylthy a monster ? Thyrsis . Gentle Amyntas straight with these woords myldely retyred , And withdrew himself , not daring once to be lifting Vp those loue-sick eyes , himself vnkindly denying Ioyes to his owne poore self , that he might ease his bony Phillis Of that paine , small paine , of geuing him the deniall . All this I heard and saw , whilst vnder an oake I did hide mee , All this I heard and saw , and once I began to be speaking For very grief ; yet I stayd : But marck yet , marck yet a woonder . After long toyling her feete at last she released , And scarce , scarce her feete from bands at last she released , But those winged feete she bestyrs as fast as a yong Hynde , And to Amyntas giues noe not soe much as a farewell : Yet noe cause of flight , for Amyntas made not an offer . Chorus . What did he then poore man , when Phillis leaft him alone thus ? Thyrsis . That can I noeway gesse ; for I was soe mad to behold this Scornefull pride , that I ran t' haue brought her back to Amyntas , Ran with might and mayne , in vayne : for I feard her away still ; And when I came backward to the well , then I missed Amyntas . Surely I feare hee 's dead , for I know that he fully resolued Ere that he came to the well , himself t' haue speedily murdred . Chorus . That 's but an ord'nary thing , for a louer death to be threatning , But not an ord'nary thing any man for loue to be dying . Thyrsis . God graunt it proue soe in Amyntas . Chor. Doubt not . Thyrs . I feare it . Yet to the Caue I le goe , where sage Elpinus abydeth : There , if hee liue , its like , that Amyntas wil be recounting His forepassed paines to the rocks and watery fountaines , And with pleasant pipe , with voyce soe sweetely resounding Make those rocks to resound , and wring out teares fro the fountaines .

The second Scene . Amyntas , Daphne , Fuluia . THy pity was pityles , Daphne , my dart to be plucking From this dolefull brest , my paines and pangs be redoubled By differring death : what meanst thou thus to be turning , Turning and wynding my troubled minde with a thousand Fruytles discourses ? thou thinckst perchaunce that Amyntas Will dispatch himself : if he dooe , that 's best for Amyntas . Daphne . Fy for shame : leaue of these wicked words ; for I know , that Bashfulnes , not pryde , made Phillis run from Amyntas . Amyntas . Owretch ; sole despaire , that dryues all hope from Amyntas , Is my sole comfort : fonde hope first wounded Amyntas ; And fond hope , eu'n now ( ô endles grief ) is a budding In my balefull brest , and only because that I liue yet , Which is of all others the deuourïngst woorme to the wretched . Daphne . Lyue yet wretched a while , and keep thyself for a comfort ; Thinck thou see'st Phillis sitt naked still by the welspring . Amyntas . Had not fell fortune and lewd loue plagued Amyntas With paines sufficient , but wel-springs must be presented Vnto my eyes : and then to my scortched tong be denyed ? Fuluia . What ? shal I then be the Crow , whose neuer-lucky resounding Still brings baleful newes ? shal I first bring death to the aged Father Montanus , whose gray-haires now be depriued Of their chiefe comfort , fayre Phillis , braue bony Phillis ? Ould Father , chyldles Father , nay , now not a Father . Daphne . Some sad voyce I doe heare . Amynt . I doe heare most dolefuly sounded Phillis dearest name , which eares and hart is a wounding : Whoe 's that which name's her ? Daph. Fayre Fuluia , Fuluia dearest Nymph to the high Huntresse of forrests mighty Diana . Fuluia . Know it he must ▪ and shall , that he may with speede be procuring , That those louely reliques of Phillis may be preserued ; If those louely reliques of Phillis yet be remaining , Luckles Phillis . Amynt . Alas , what ? yet more plagues for Amyntas ? Fuluia . O Daphne . Daph. What 's that ? Say on , sweete Fuluia , what 's that Which thou spakst to thyself ? What made faire Fuluia stil stil After Phillis name our eares with sighs to be filling ? Fuluia . How can I choose but sigh , soe ruful a sight to remember ? Amyntas . O that rueful sight makes my colde hart to be ruefull : Is my Phillis aliue ? Daph. Good Fuluia kil not Amyntas With soe long suspence , let 's know what may be the matter . Fuluia . O God , why shal I tel such dead news ? and yet I must tell . Phillis came naked to my house , and tould me the cause of Her comming naked : new drest , she desyr'd mee of all loues Louing gyrle , that I would accompany her to the pleasaunt Yuychurches parck , and frame myself to the hunting . Both content , both went , and met with a company gallant Of flowring damsells wayting on Pembrokiana , With bowes and arrows on prince like Pembrokiana . Much tyme with pastimes was past , sports drew to an ending , And on a soddayne loe , where earst no woolf was abyding , Rau'ning woolf runs forth with blood-red mouth fro the bushes , And on a soddayne loe , whilst others bows be a bending , Phillis sent her shaft from her owne eare vnto the woolus eare : Soemuch wrought in her hart sweete sight of Pembrokiana , Soemuch did she desyre to be praysd of Pembrokiana . Wounded woolf to the wood , stout Phillis runs to the wounded Woolf with a dart in her hand . Amynt . O dreadful dart to Amyntas , How can a pleasant ende come from soe deadly begynning ? Fuluia . And with an other dart to the self same place I repayred ; But Woolf and Phillis ( grief spurd th' one , glory the other ) Were quyte out of sight : yet I trac't them both to the thickest And most desert place : there , ( ô deare dart to my Phillis ) There lay Phillis dart , and not far thence was a white lawne Wherein Phillis locks enwrapped were by my owne hands . And as I turned about , seu'n other woolus by the naked Bones of a mangled corse , gore blood were greedily licking : And as chaunst ( would God such chaunce had Phillis ) I saw them , Yet they saw not mee , they were soe greedily gorging , And soe bent to the pray : So thence for feare I retyred : And this is all that I know : and here 's that lawne , that I spake of . Amyntas . And is this not enough ? ô lawne of my bony Phillis : O bony Phillis blood , th' art dead my sweete bony Phillis . Daphne . O dooble deaths wound : dead Phillis murdreth Amyntas . Fuluia . T is but a swowne ; for he breath's ; and loe , hee 's quickly reuyued . Amyntas . Griefe , leaue of lingring : make quick dispatch of Amyntas : Griefe , th' art too too slowe ; if death be reseru'd for Amyntas Hand , hee 'le take it in hand . For alas , if nought be a wanting Vnto the highest poynt of griefe , if nought's to be added Vnto Amyntas woe , for what then stayeth Amyntas ▪ O Daphne , Daphne , was Amyntas lately repelled From death , sweete deaths dore by Daphnes meanes ? Was Amyntas Kept saulf for these ioyes ? O , then , then I might in a good time Haue dischargd myself of a huge and horrible Aetna : But Daphne would not , but cursed Desteny would not , Least that I might by death those plagues haue tymely preuented , Which accursed Fates for Amyntas lately prepared . But now , since my woes at last are come to a full groath , Desteny and Daphne may well , well let mee be dying . Daphne . Yet differ thy death til certaine newes be receaued Wheather Phillis lyue or dye ; and then be resolued . Amyntas . Lyue or dye ? whoe doubts ? would God that were to be doubted . Fuluia . And would God my tongue had clou'n to my roofe , when I blabbed . Amyntas . Geane mee the lawne , good Nymph , white lawne , which only remaineth Of sweete-white Phillis , that I may in stead of a Phillis Kisse my Phillis lawne , and soe my ioyes be prolonging , Soe my shortned dayes with contentation ending . Fuluia . What ? shal I giue or keepe ? Lewd cause wherefore he desir's it Wills me to keepe it still , least it bring fancy to fury . Amyntas . Nymph extreamely cruel , that thincks it much to be geuuing One poore peece of lawne , eu'n at last gasp of Amyntas . Well , then I yeeld to my death , and destiny noe-pity-taking : Let lawne stay with you , and you stay here for Amyntas . Daphne . Harck , come back , here , take , ô stay , and run not Amyntas . And yet Amyntas runs , enraged , desperat , headlong . Fuluia . Yea , and runs soe fast , that hee is not like to be outrun . Therefore better I were to my iourneys end to be hasting : And yet I greeue myself , Montanus minde to be greeuing , Least these newes inflict as deadly a wound in a father , As they gaue eu'n now to the feynting hart of a Louer .

The fourth Act , and first Scene . Phillis , Daphne , Chorus . BVt what a dart was that , which mightily flew fro the fingers Of braue Lady Regent of these woods , Pembrokiana , Vnto the forreine Beare , which came with greedy deuowring Iawes to the harmeles game ? Whose dying howre was a birth-day Vnto her owne yong whelpes , whose groanes thus lastly resounded , Deaths dart , ( yet sweete dart , as throwne by Pembrokiana ) Make my wound more wyde , giue larger scope to my yong ones , Geue them a free passage , herself hath geu'n them a pasport . Daphne . Phillis , for your sports I doe much ioy , but yet a thousand Times more for yourself , sith you soe quickly reuiued Lyue yet safe and sound : for Fuluia lately reported Strange newes of your death : would God that Fuluia had beene Dumme , or an other deafe : one mischif draws on an other . Phillis . And in truth iust cause had Fuluia for to beleeue soe , Sith that I was not lyke from deaths dore soe to be scaping . Daphne . But yet noe iust cause had Fuluia for to report soe . Now let 's heare at large , thy dangers and thy delyu'ries . Phillis . Whyl'st I ran after a woolf , I was all inclosd on a soddayne With darck dens and groues , and forc't that chase to be leauyng : But when I sought to retyre and company lost to recouer , There did I see this woolf ( for I knew this Woolf by an arrow Which myself did shoote , and gaue her a wound by the leaft care ) There did I see this Woolf and more Woolus greedyly praying On some beasts carkas late slayne by them , but I could not Well discerne what beast : this wounded Woolf in a fury Coms with a gored mouth , ( it seemes my face shee remembred ) And soe makes onward , whoe had beene worthyly welcomd , Had not a tree by a chaunce my dart vnworthyly hindred . My dart mislighting , fell Woolf more fiercely aproching Drew soe neare , that I saw 't was booteles now to be shooting , And darts were all spent : Therfore at last I retyred And fled back for feare , but wyl'd Woolf hastened onward : Now marck what chaunced , my lawne hang'd downe to my shoulders And stooke fast to a bush , and stayd my flight , but I plucked , Yet bush held it fast ; at last my lawne I relinquisht For to reserue my life , and tore it away with a greate part Of my scattered hayre ▪ and feare soe forcibly vrged Lightfooted Phillis , that a fearefull death shee auoyded . As to my house full glad for ioy I repayred , I met thee Daphne , there full sad by the way , and greately amased . Daphne . Phillis alas is aliue , but an other 's gone to be dying . Phillis . And what mean's this , Alas ? am I now soe lightly regarded , That my life with , Alas , of Daphne must be remembred ? Daphne . Phillis , I loue thy life , but I lyke not a death of an other . Phillis . Whose death ? Daph. Death of Amyntas . Phil. Alas how dyed Amyntas ? Daphne . How ? that I can not tell ; nor yet well whether it is soe : But noe doubt , I beleeue ; for it is most lyke that it is soe . Phillis . What strange news doe I heare ? what causd that death of Amyntas ? Daphne . Thy death . Phil. And I aliue ? Daph. Thy death was lately reported , And he beleeus thy death , and therfore seeketh his owne death . Phillis . Feare of Phillis death prou'd vayne , and feare of Amyntas Death will prooue vayne too : life eache thing lyuely procureth . Daphne . O Phillis Phillis , thou knowst not what be the torments Of truelouers hart , hart made of flesh as Amyntas , Not flynte hart , as thyne ; els wouldst thou loue that Amyntas , Which lou'd Phillis more than life or sowle of Amyntas . Phillis , I know , for I saw , then when thou fledst from Amyntas , Fledst , when by reason thou shouldst haue kissed Amyntas : Then did Amyntas tourne his poynted dart to his owne brest , And thrust brest on dart : and vile dart pierst in a moment Through his coate , skyn , flesh ; and would haue speedily pierced That same hart , which thou hadst more vnluckily pierced , But that I grasped his arme , and stayd that desperat outrage . And now that smalle wound perchaunce wil serue for a first proofe Of cursed courage , and mynde vnkindely resolued , And that dart make way , and passage shew to a damned Knife , or a balefull swoord , with freer scope to be murdring . Phillis . Is this true ? Daph. Noe doubt . Phil. But alas would noebody stay him ? O let 's goe , let 's run , let 's seek and search for Amyntas . Yf that Amyntas dy'de , when Phillis seem'd to be dying , Then , sith Phillis lyues , let Amyntas truly be lyuing . Daphne . Yes yes , quyckly Iran ; But whoe can deale with a madman ? Rage and griefe fro my sight conueyd him away in a moment . Therfore now too late , it 's too late now to be runnyng , And thanck thy running that it is too late to be running . Phillis . O , this fretts my soule Daphne , this deadly remembrance Of my scornefull pryde , that I then my Chastyty called , And it Chastyty was , but Chastyty noe-pyty-taking , Now I repent it alas , but now too late I repent yt . Daphne . Good God , what doe I heare ? can Phillis now be repenting ? Can she relent or yeeld ? What playnt , what passion is this ? Can proud Phillis loue ? Phil. Noe loue , but yet pyty-taking . Chorus . When pyty runneth afore , loue always hasteneth after : And now Phillis loues , since Phillis now pyty-taketh . Daphne . But too late , Phillis , too late . O wretched Amyntas , Thou ( eu'n lyke to a Bee , that stings , yet dyes as hee stingeth , And his wounding life doth leaue in place that he woundeth ) Hast by thy death at last pierst Phillis through to the hart-roote , Whereas in all thy life thou couldst not possibly moue her . Now if Amyntas soule from flesh and blood be released , And here wandreth abroade ( as I thinck it for to be wandring ) Let that sowle now see , and ioy her paynes to bee seeing , Sowle , that lyuing lou'd , and by death , bought , to be loued . Chorus . Pryce to the buyer deare , and shamefull price to the seller . Phillis . O that my loue might once purchase life for Amyntas , O that Amyntas life with my life might be redeemed . Daphne . When steedes are stollen , then Phillis looks to the stable .

The second Scene . Ergastus . Chorus . Phillis . Daphne . MY hart with pyty melts , my sowl's soe drowned in anguish , That noe sight , noe sound obiects itself to my sences , But drawes teares fro my eyes , and horror brings to my hearing . Chorus . What 's this new mans news , that makes hym looke thus amased ? Ergastus . News of Amyntas death . Phil. This deaths-newes brings mee to deaths dore . Ergastus . Most noble Pastor , that these woods lately frequented , Gentle , loued of all , to the Nymphs deare , deare to the Muses , And but a stripling dy'de , and what death ? Chor. O , let vs heare it , O , let vs heare it alas , that wee may all be a mournyng His mischaunce , our grief . Phil. O deare God , I dare not aproach hym , Least that I heare these news , yet these news must I be hearing . Hart of stone , hard hart , curst hart , what maks thee be fearing ? Goe and encounter these kniues , these darts that he bringeth In sowle-wounding tongue , there shew thyself to be stony . Pastor , I come for part of thease news rightly belonging Vnto my damnable hart , and due , more due to my hearing Than thou canst conceaue ; then spare not freely to geue it . Ergastus . Phillis , I surely beleeue , that I heard this wretched Amyntas With thy name his life and lamentation ending . Daphne . Il news differring , is a plague as great as an ill news . Ergastus . Late as I mended netts on a hill , foretroubled Amyntas , Horribly vext and chaft , in face and action altred , Past by my side in a rage : but I stept and hastened after , And ouertook him ; for I mus'd what might be the matter . Good fryend Ergastus , qd hee then , now doe me a pleasure , Come with Amyntas now , and marck what hee dooe's as a witnes , Stand as a witnes by ; but first sweare , soe to be standing , And my deedes soe marckt , in noe respect to be hindring . Here I alas poore foole ( for whoe would euer imagin Such a detestable act , as he purposd then to be woorking ? ) Rapt out horrible oathes straight way , and sware by the mighty Nightwandring Hecate , Pallas , Pomona , Priapus , And Pan Pastors God , that I would performe what hee wild mee . Then did he leade me along to a steepe and horrible hill topp , All abrupt and rough , and made soe feareful a downefall , That my lyms all quakt , when I lookt fro the hill to the valley . Here did he pause for a while , and somewhat seem'd to be smyling , Which rather made mee noe mischif for to bee deemyng . Then , qd he , what thou see'st , that tell to the Nymphs , to the Pastors , And at last , these woords with a downe cast looke he resounded , If that I could aswell commaund those greedy deuouring Throates and teeth of Woolues , as I can soone leap from a hilltopp ; As my life did dye , ô then soe would I be dying ; Then should these my lyms and cursed corps be dyuyded , As those tender ioynts , ô grief , were all to be mangled . But since frownyng skies wil'd beasts now will not aford mee , ( Which yet I know in tyme wil come this flesh to be tearing ) This must serue , short death , though sharper death I deserued . Phillis , I come straight way , I le com to thy company , Phillis , If thou doest not yet disdayne my company , Phillis . If that I were but sure , that death brought end to thy anger , And that my commyng would giue noe cause to molest thee , Then should life with ioy leaue wel contented Amyntas ; Phillis , I come , scorne not , scorne not my company , Phillis . Thus sayd , lightly he leapt , and headlong fell to the valley ; My soule quakt for feare . Daph. O griefe . Phil. O woeful Amyntas . Chorus . And why staydst him not ? wa st feare , thy oath to be breaking ? Ergastus . O noe , for when I saw his mynde thus bent to that outrage , Oaths ( in such case vaine ) I began to be lightly regarding , And cought hould ( naught hould ) cought hould by a paltery gyrdle ; Paltery gyrdle brake by the swing , and weight of Amyntas : Part with Amyntas went , and th' other part I reteigned . Chorus . O but wher 's that corps , and bruysed bones of Amyntas ? Ergastus . God knows ; for by the fall my senceles soule was amased , Neyther durst I behould his corps vnluckily quashed . Chorus . O strange news indeede , breakneck , breakheart of Amyntas . Phillis . O pytyles Phillis , wel may thy hart bee a stony Hart , if breakeneck news can not yet breake it a sunder . Yf false tales of death , her death , whoe hated Amyntas , Tooke his life yet away ; good reason then that Amyntas ▪ True death , too true death , whoe my hate louely requyted , Should take life from mee ; and soe it shall , with an endles Griefe of troubled sowle , or a too too slowly reuenging Stroake of a murdring hande , or this same peece of a gyrdle , Peece of a gyrdle alas : that left his mayster Amyntas For good cause , that soe proud Phillis might be rewarded , And his maysters death with Phillis death be requyted . Luckles gyrdle alas of too too luckles Amyntas , Take noe scorne for a while in a bosome vile to be lodged , Sith to requyte , to reueng thou mean'st therein to be lodged . Phillis should haue beene true turtle-doue to Amyntas In this lightsome world , but Phillis prowdly denyed ; Therfore by thy meanes Phillis shall meete with Amyntas In those darcksome dens , as Phillis rightly deserued . Chorus . Poore distressed soule , forbeare thyself to be plaguing : His fact , not thy fault , drew his confusion onward . Phillis . Pastors , why doe ye mourne ? What meane these heauy bewaylings ? Yf you mourne Phillis ; Phillis noe mercy deserueth , Sith this merciles hart to Amyntas mercy denyed : If you mourne his death , whoe had noe cause to be dying , Noe such mournyng can suffice for murdred Amyntas . Dry those teares , Daphne , and wipe thy watery fountayns , And come , yet come not for mee , but come for Amyntas , Help mee to seeke and fynde , t' entombe those bones of Amyntas ; For this I stay yet aliue : this funeral obsequy only Phillis can performe for balefull loue of Amyntas . And though murdring hand pollute soe sacred an office , Yet sith Phillis her hand performs soe sacred an office , This wil Amyntas take as a most acceptable office . Daphne . Phillis , I yeeld my help his scattred bones to be searching , But soe that Phillis make noe more talk of a dying . Phillis . All this whyle to myself did I lyue ; but now to Amyntas , Or to Amyntas bones , crusht bones soe long wil I liue yet , And lyue noe longer ; my life , his funeral ending . Pastors : But yet wher 's that way which leads to the downefall ? Chorus . There : and t'hill stands thence but a lytle more than a furlong , Daphne . Come , let 's goe , and search : I le guyde thee ; the place I remember . Phillis . Pastors al farewel ; farewell fayre Pembrokianaes Yuy churches parck , and fountaynes watery , farewell . Chorus . This Nymph taks her leaue , as though these soe many farewells Were her last farewell , which should cause deadly departure .

The fifth Acte , and first Scene . Elpinus . Chorus . Lou's aeternall lawes are most vnworthily blamed , Vpright laws in deede , in shew though somwhat vnaequall . And greate Lord of loue his men with mercy protecteth , And yet ▪ with iustice , with due moderation ordreth . O by what strange meanes and wondrous ways , fro the dungeon Of despayre , to the bowre of blisse doth he bring in a moment His louing subiects ? loe , gentle-mynded Amyntas Eu'n to the highest poynt of ioy hath clymbd by a downefall , Vnto a loues Paradise , by a hell ful of infynit horror . Blessed Amyntas now ; soemuch more blessed Amyntas Now , by how much then more wretch more cursed Amyntas . Now may Elpinus conceaue some matter of hoping By thine example , that he shall haue fortunat ending Of these loueles toyles , and most vnluckly begynnyngs . Chorus . Sage Elpinus coms , and speaks strange words of Amyntas , As , that hee were yet aliue ; and thinks his state to be happy , For that he dy'de for loue , and by death , bought to be loued . Bitter bowre of blisse , where monstrous murder aboundeth , Louing fooles Paradise , that leaues his life to be loued . What meanes Elpinus soe woeful an end to be wishing ? Elpinus . Fryends leaue of mournyng : you heard false news of Amyntas . Chorus . What , did hee not leap downe ? Elp. Yes downe to his only desyred Ioyes , and past by the shade of a feareful death , to a heauen , And now leaneth his head on brest of sweete bony Phillis , Sweete bony Phillis now , more louing now by a thousand Parts , then loueles afore ; and sucks those sweetly beseemyng Teares from Phillis her eyes , with a mouth with Nectar abounding . And now nothing els is wanting vnto the full ioy Of thease louing sowls , but that Montanus is absent ; And Montanus I seake , whose woord maks absolut ending . Chorus . Theyre yeares are aequall , and theyre affection aequall , And both learned alyke : ô , now Montanus is happy Happy to haue this stay and comfort vnto his ould age . But shew yet , what luck , what God soe saued Amyntas . Elpinus . Heare , ô heare then that , whereof these eyes the beholders Were , and whereof now this tong may well be reporter . By my caue did I syt with Thyrsis down by the downe-fall , Talking of my loue , loueles yet louely Lycoris : When from an high wee saw some man fall downe on a soddayn . There was a heape of thorns and bows compact on a cluster Somewhat aboue our heads ; 't was his hap there first to be lighting : Which although by the swing and weight it bursted a sunder , And all came tumbling , and fell downe flatly before vs , Yet by this encounter that fall prou'd not to be mortall , Though sore and painefull , making him lye as amased One whole howre and more , as vnable his eyes to be op'nyng . Wee twooe , astonyed to behold soe feareful an obiect , Stood starck dumme for a while , although wee knew t' was Amyntas ; But perceauing that this fall seem'd not to be mortall , Our whole endeuours w'apply'de , his woe to be swaging , And sent one forth-with , for cunnyng Alphesiboeus , Alphesiboeus whom that greate God learned Apollo Made to be skilful in hearbs , when he gaue mee the guyft to be singing . But now in meane tyme , when Thyrsis gan to rehearse mee All those secrete woes and forepast pangs of Amyntas , Daphne and Phillis did meete vs there on a soddayne , Daphne and Phillis , whoe sought bruysd bones of Amyntas Whom they thought to be dead , as then was told mee by Daphne . But when Phillis saw her longlookt louer Amyntas , Discolored , bruysed , sorewounded then with a raging Voyce , and beaten breast on Amyntas flatly she falleth , Face to Amyntas face , and mouth to the mouth of Amyntas : Chorus . Was not Phillis abasht , vnseemely to ly on Amyntas ? Elpinus . Shame to a feynthart loue doth sometimes serue for a brydle ; But true loue indeede contemns soe basheful a brydle . Afterward with teares his bloodles cheeks she bewashed , And those teares soe wrought that Amyntas quyckly reuyued , Op'ned his eyes , and breathd ; which breath soe luckily vttred Encountring Phillis sweete breath was louely receaued . With what an endles ioy these twooe lay sweetly togeather , Eyther in others arms , and eyther sure of an others Life and loue , louers may thinck , none els can imagin . Chorus . Is then Amyntas saulfe , that he needs not feare any danger ? Elpinus . Saulfe and sound , but that those thornes haue partly defaced His fayre cheekes , and sydes did somwhat chaunce to be bruysed : But that 's iust nothing , and woorks noe woe to Amyntas , ( Happy Amyntas now , that shew'd such signe of a louing Hart , and soe at last obteynd to be lou'd of a louing Soule , his passed paines , make present ioyes to be greater ) As yourselues shall see : for Phillis coms with Amyntas Hytherward hard by : myself must first to the lodging Of rich Montanus , perswading hym to be yeelding Vnto the purposd match ; and thyther they be apoynted Shortly to com , this way : and now its tyme to be walking .

The second Scene . Amyntas , Phillis . DEare life , when shal I once haue full possession of you ? Phillis . When tyme com's , I le tell : fruyte too-soone pluckt , is a sowre-fruyte . Amyntas . If too-late , rotten . Phill. Then pluck when tyme is apoynted . Amyntas . Oyet , come sweete light of these myne eyes to the harbor , And ten-thousand woes with a good-turne once be requyting . Phillis . What good-turne would you ? Amyn. That which cost you not a dodkin , And yet would content my minde much more than a treasure . Phillis . What 's that ? I vnderstand not yet what may be the meanyng . Amyntas . Harck in your eare then . Phil. Fy , noe : is that but a tryfle ? Amyntas . Yet let 's sleepe for a while ; for your sake long was I watching . Phillis . Content . Amynt . O sweete Nymphe . Phil. But stay , and stir not a finger : As you sleepe , I le tell , what flowrs I doo keepe for a brydes-wayne . Amyntas . How can I heare in sleepe ? Phil. What pleasure then can Amyntas Take , when he sleepes by my side , if he feele noething when he sleepeth ? And yet I can not sleepe , for ioy , that I found my Amyntas . Amyntas . Then let 's kisse : kist mouth is nothing woorse for a kissing : Soe Bee sucks sweete flowrs , flowrs noething woorse for a sucking ; And you kisse roses , then thinck my lips to be roses . Phillis . Well : but these roses soe kist , ask not to be kissed : Then let Amyntas stay , till Phillis meane to be kissing . Amyntas . Yf nought els , yet geue mee leaue those eyes to be kissing , Those faire eyes , and soe shal I seeme fayre sowle to be kissing . Phillis . You would kisse myne eyes : which euer afore , with a thousand Sighs and sobs you curst , for throwing darts at Amyntas . Amyntas . Now I desyre your eyes of purpose for to be kissing , Thereby soe to declare by this soe louely a token , That your murdring eyes , my cursing lips be for euer Now made faithfull fryends , and all contention ended . And , if Phillis thinck herself not fully reuenged , Then let her owne teethe byte these lying lipps of Amyntas . Phillis . If that Amyntas cease myne eyes any more to be cursing , Why should Phillis then for spyte his lips be a byting ? Amyntas . If noe kynde of kisse from Phillis may be procured , Yet let an embracement to Amyntas his arms be aforded . Phillis . With good will . Amynt . Most good ; what better will to Amyntas ? Phillis . But yet stay : Phillis must first get a boone of Amyntas . Amyntas . O what guyft shal I graunt ? what boone seeks my bony Phillis ? Phillis . Fowre or fiue apples fro the tree that growes by the hil-topp . Amyntas . How can I come to the tree for bry'rs and soe-many bushes ? Phillis . I le bring you soe neare , as you may easily tutch it . Amyntas . If that I may clasp it , then doubt not , Phillis , Amyntas Will clymbe vp to the tree , or shake downe foemany apples . Phillis . Is t true ? clypt Phillis must then looke soe to be serued . Amyntas . My life , geue me the leaue , this faire red rose to be putting In this bosome , where my hart hath made his abyding , Phillis . O soe might you prick your hart with thorns of a red rose , Or take it fro my brest perchaunce , and geue it an other . Amyntas . Graunt me this one grace yet : this fauour dooe me for all this , Geue me thy snowe-white hand , to be clypt and kist of Amyntas . Phillis . Soe by the hard-gryping , hoate-kissing Louer Amyntas , Phillis snowe-white hand may melt , or chaunce to be bruysed . Amyntas . What kinde of loue 's this , that Phillis bear 's to Amyntas . Phillis . Discreate and sober . Amynt . Well , then this shal be my sober , And yet louely request ; Sit downe , that I may be beholding That faire Phillis face , and heare her sweetly resounding , Phillis . Phillis must needs yeeld , when Amyntas duly demaundeth . Amyntas . They sing these Asclepiades . Sweete face , why be the heu'ns soe to the bountifull , Making that radiant bewty of all the starrs Bright-burning , to be fayre Phillis her ornament ? And yet seeme to be soe spytefuly partial , As not for to aford Argus his eyes to mee , Eyes too feawe to behould Phillis her ornament ? Phillis . First and lastly belou'd , only my only ioy , Why hath not thy belou'd soemany lou'ly harts As those Partriches haue of Paphlagonia ? One brest is not enough for to reteigne my ioy , More harts would that I had for to receaue my loue , As those Partriches haue of Paphlagonia . Amyntas . Let come fayre Helene , Troys tribulation , Or braue Endymions sweete speculation , Or Nymph Idalian friendly to passion ; None but Phillis alone holdeth Amyntas hands : None but Phillis alone pleaseth Amyntas eyes : None but Phillis alone woundeth Amyntas hart . Phillis . Let come that prety Boy , fonde of his owne image , Or goddesse Mynion kylde by an ougly Boare , Or youthfull Ganymede rapt by the Thunderer : Phillis stretcheth alone hands to Amyntas hands ▪ Phillis turneth alone eyes to Amyntas eyes , Phillis ioyneth alone hart to Amyntas hart . O , this Amyntas name enchaunts my soule , that I can not Leaue this Amyntas name : my tonge stil runs on Amyntas , And my harte , and mynde , and soule stil thincks on Amyntas : And yet , Amyntas , I know , it s more than tyme to be going : Elpinus longe since hath made all known to my father , And my father , I know , his new son longs to be knowing . Amyntas . Let mee help you vp : your hand is in hand of Amyntas Now at last surprysde : yet I ask but a kisse for a ransome . Chorus . YF that such sowre sawce for sweetest meates be reserued ; Yf that Amyntas must serue , loue , weepe , dy for a Phillis , Yf those great pleasures with greate payns must be procured , Then , good loue , geaue those greate matters vnto the greate-men . Let my Loue soone loue ; let a sawdrey lace , or a thymble , Or yong nightingale suffice my fancy to further : Let not such torments and martyrdoms be requyred My poore simple ioyes , and pleasures lowely to season : But sweete-bitter woords , but kinde and louely repulses , And such falling out , as may be a speedy renuing And fresh increasing of loue : let such be the louing Warres , and warres , as peace and truce may end in a moment . FINIS .

Phillis Funerall . The second part of the Countesse of Pembrokes Yuychurch .

The first day . NOw bonylasse Phillis was newly betroathd to Amyntas By rich Montanus consent ; whoe yet , for a long tyme Wedding day differd , til his owne byrth day was aproaching : That twooe solempne feasts ioynd fryendly togeather in one day Might with more meryment , and more concurse be adorned . Soe men on earth purpose , but Gods dispose in Olympus : For , when as each thing was by the Father duly prepared , And byrthwedding day now nere and nearer aproached , Wedding by brydes death was most vntymely preuented , And fathers byrth-day , deaths-day to the daughter apoynted ; Deaths-day lamented many dayes by the woeful Amyntas , Deaths-day which hastned deaths-day to the mourneful Amyntas . Whose mournyng all night all day , did weary the Mountaynes , Weary the woods , and winds , and caues , and weary the fountayns . But when he saw in vayne his cheeks with teares to be watred , Cheeks all pale and wan , yet could not fynde any comfort ; Comfortles then hee turns at length his watery countnance Vnto the water streames ; and there his playnts he begynneth : Heare , ô Brooke , these playnts , heare , ô sweete brooke , my bewaylings , And conuey them downe to thy kinsmans watery kingdome , Downe to the world-washing main-sea with speedy reflowing : World-washing mayne-sea will then conuey to the worlds-end This greeuous mournyng by the shore , by the sands , by the desert , Desert , sands , and shore fit witneses vnto my mournyng . And greate God Neptune perchaunce his mightyly-thundring Triton will commaund to recount what I feele , what I suffer , Raging heate of loue passing outragius Aetna . Soe th' infamous fame of wretched louer Amyntas , Blowne from th' east to the west by the sounding tromp of a Triton , Through deepe seas passing , at length may pierce to Auernus And fyelds Elysian , where blessed sowles be abyding ; And there meete Phillis , sweete sowle of Phillis among them , Sweete sowle of Phillis , stil stil to be mournd of Amyntas . O what a life did I leade , what a blessed lyfe did I leade then , Happy Shepheard with a louing lasse , while desteny suffred ? Vnder a Beech many tymes wee sate most sweetly togeather , Vnder a broade Beech-tree , that sunbeames might not anoy vs , Eyther in others arms , stil looking eyther on other , Both many tymes singing , and verses both many making , And both soe-many woords with kisses soe-many myngling : Sometymes her whyte neck , as white as mylk , was I tutching , Sometymes her prety papps and brests was I bould to be fingring , Whilst Phillis smyling and blushing hangd by my bosome , And these cheeks of myne did stroake with her yuory fingers . O ioyfull spring-tyme with pleasures wished abounding , O those blessed days , whilst good luck shinde fro the Heauens . But since Phillis , alas , did leaue most cursed Amyntas , Paines haue plagued , alas , both flesh and bones of Amyntas , Noe day riseth , alas , but it hears these groanes of Amyntas , Noe night commeth , alas , that brings any rest to Amyntas , Night and day thus , alas , stil Phillis troubleth Amyntas : Now if northern blasts should sound theyr feareful alarum , And boistrous tempests come thundring downe fro the Heauens , Soe that I were compeld with Sheepe and Kidds fro the pastures Down to the broade-brauncht trees & thick-sett groaues to be skudding , There to remayne for a whyle , and all for feare of a scowring , Phillis then doe I want , then my sweete Phillis is absent , Phillis then doe I want , whose woont was then to be harcknyng All that I could of loue , or goddesse louely remember : Songs or lusty Satyrs , and Fauni fryends to the Mountayns , And cherefull Charites ; such songs , as none but I only , Only Amyntas made , for none compar'd with Amyntas . But now Phillis I want ; and whoe shall now be my Phillis ? Whoe shall marck what I sing , what I say , forsaken Amyntas ? Yf that I prayse Phillis , these hills giue prayse to my Phillis , And Phillis , Phillis from rocks with an Eccho reboundeth . Yf that I groane , these trees with bending , yeeld many groanyngs , And very ground for griefe shews her complexion altred : Soe this ground , these trees , these rocks , and Eccho resounding , All that I heare , that I see , geu's fresh increase to my sorrow . Let those happy Shepherds keepe company fryendly togeather , And I alone , yeelding due mournyng vnto my Phillis , I le now wander alone , stil alone by the rocks , by the Mountayns , Dwelling in darck dens , by the wylde beasts only frequented , Where noe path for man , where noe man 's seene to be passing : Or to the woods i le goe soe darck with broad-shadoe braunches , That noe sunne by the day , noe moone by the night doe behould mee ▪ And that I heare noe voyce but Goblyns horrible outcries , Owles balefull skrikings , and Crowes vnlucky resoundings . There shal these myne eyes be resolud in watery fountayns , There shall these fountayns flow ouer a long by the pastures . There wil I make such playnts , as beasts shall mourne by my playnyngs , Such playnts , as strong trees shall rent and ryue fro the rooting , Make wylde Panthers tame , and mollyfy lastly the flynt stone . And , if I needs must sleepe , i le take but a napp by my sleeping , On bare and could ground these lyms all weary reposing : Noe greene turfe to my head shall stand in steede of a pillow , Noe bows or braunches geeue cou'ring vnto my carkas , That some fowle serpent may speedyly geue my deaths-wound , That this poore sowle may from flesh and blood be released , And passing Stygian waters , may come to the fayre fyelds Elysian fayre fyelds , and dayly resort to my Phillis . Meane while , fryendly Shepherds & plow-men , marck what I tel you ; Disdaigne daynty Venus , geue noe ground vnto the yong Boy , Yong Boy , but strong Boy , take heede , take heede by Amyntas , Th' one with a fyre hath burnt , and th' other pierst with an arrow Flesh and blood and bones , what 's worse than a fyre , than an arrow ? O bitter fortune of too too wretched Amyntas .

The second day . AS soone as mornyng her shynyng rayes fro the Mountaynes Had shewne foorth , and driu'n all starr-light quyte fro the heauens , Then that vnhappy shepherd still plagu'd with vnhappyly louing , Left those barren bancks , and waters noe pyty-taking : And on a crookt sheephooke his lyms all weary reposing , Clymed aloft to the hills , but , alas , very fayntyly clymed , Kydds , and Goates , and Sheepe , dryuing , good man , to the Mountayns , For Sheepe , Goats , and kyds , with pastures better abounding , Then by the way thus he spake , to the Sheepe , to the Goats , to the yong Kydds . O poore flock , it seems you feele these pangs of a Louer , And mourne thus , to behould your mournefull mayster Amyntas . Your woont was , some part to be bleating , some to be skipping , Some with bended browes , and horned pates to be butting , Sheepe to be gnapping grasse , and Goates to the vines to be clymyng , But now noe such thing , but now noe lust to be liuely , Sheepe and sylly Shepherd with luckles loue be besotted : You for Amyntas mourne , for Phillis mourneth Amyntas ; O with what miseries poore mortall men be molested ? Now doe I know right wel what maks you thus to be mournyng , Thus to be tyred , thus to be quayled , thus to be drooping ; Phillis , whyle she remaynd , mylkt my Goats euer at eunyng , Goats that brought home duggs stretcht with mylk euer at eunyng . Phillis brought them flowrs , and them brought vnto the wels-prings , When dogg-dayes raigned , when fyelds were all to be scortched , Whilst that I lay sleeping in cooling shade to refresh mee . Phillis againe was woont with Amyntas Sheepe to be washing , Phillis againe was woont my sheepe thus washt to be shearing , And to the sweete pastures my Sheepe thus shorne to be dryuyng , Then from Fox and Woolf my Sheepe thus driu'n to be keeping , And in fyelds and coates my flock thus kept , to be closing ; Least by the Northerne wynds my Sheepe might chaunce to be pinched , Least by the frost or snow my Kyds might chaunce to be greeued : Phillis lou'd you soe , soe Phillis loued Amyntas , Phillis a guyde of yours , and Phillis a fryend of Amyntas . But sweete Sheepe , sweete Goats , spare not to be lyuely , for all this , Looke not vpon my weeping face soe sadly , for all this , Harcken not to my plaints and songs all heauy , for all this . Harcken not to my pype , my pipe vnlucky , for all this , But sweete sheepe , sweete goats , leaue of your mayster Amyntas , Leape and skyp by the flowring fields , and leaue of Amyntas , Clymbe to the vynes , and tender trees , and leaue of Amyntas ; Clymbe to the vines , but run for life for feare of a mischif , When th' ould Silenus with his asse com's laesyly trotting . Let mee alone , mee alone lament and mourne my beloued , Let me alone celebrate her death by my tears by my mourning : Lyke to the siluer Swan , whoe seeing death to be comming , Wandreth alone for a whyle through streames of louely Caister ; Then to the flowring bancks all feynt at length he repayreth , Singing there , sweete byrd , his dying song to Caister , Geuing there , sweete byrd , his last farewell to Caister , Yeelding vp , sweete byrd , his breath and song to Caister . How can Amyntas lyue , when Phillis leaueth Amyntas ? What for fyelds , for woods , for meddows careth Amyntas , Meddows , woods , and fyelds , if my sweete Phillis abandon ? Mighty Pales fro the fyelds , fro the meddows learned Apollo , Faunus went fro the woods , when Phillis went from Amyntas ; Noe good sight to my eyes , noe good sound came to my hearing . But let Phillis againe come back , and stay with Amyntas , Then shal woods with leaues , and fields with flowrs be abounding , Meddows with greene grasse to the poore mans dayly reioycing , Mighty Pales to the fields , to the meddows learned Apollo , Faunus coms to the woods , if Phillis come to Amyntas ; Noe bad sight to my eyes , noe bad sound coms to my hearing . Come then , good Phillis , come back , if Desteny suffer , Leaue those blessed bowres of sowls already departed ; Let those sparckling eyes most like to the fire to the christall , Ouercome those haggs and fiends of feareful Auernus , Which haue ouercome those starrs of cheareful Olympus . And by thy speech more sweete than songs of Thracian Orpheus , Pacify th' infernall Furies , please Pluto the grim God , Stay that bawling curr , that three-throate horrible Hellhound . Sweete hart , come to thy friend , to thy friend come speedily sweetehart , Speedily come , least griefe consume forsaken Amyntas . Phillis I pray the returne , if prayers may be regarded , By these teares of myne from cheeks ay rueful abounding , By those arms of thine which sometime clasped Amyntas , By lipps thyne and myne ioyned most sweetly together , By faith , hands , and hart with true syncerity pledged , By songs , by wedding with great solempnity vowed , By iests , and good-turns , by pleasures all I beseech thee , Help and succor alas thy forlorne louer Amyntas . Or , by thy teares intreate those Nymphs of desteny fatall , Noe-pity-taking Nymphs intreate that I lyne not alone thus , Pyn'de thus away with griefe , suffring vnspeakable anguish : But let death , let death come speedily giue me my pasport , Soe shal I finde faire fyelds , faire seates , faire groues by my dying ▪ And in fields , in seats , in groues faire Phillis abyding . There shal Phillis againe in curtesie striue with Amyntas , There with Phillis againe in curtesie striue shal Amyntas , There shal Phillis againe make garlands gay for Amyntas , There for Phillis againe gay garlands make shal Amyntas , There shal Phillis againe be repeating songs with Amyntas , Which songs Phillis afore had made and song with Amyntas , But what alas did I meane to the whistling windes to be mourning ▪ As though mourning could restore what Desteny taketh ? Then to his house ; full sad , when night approacht , he returned .

The third day . ANd now since buriall of Phillis louely the third day At length appeared , when poore distressed Amyntas Loost his Kidds fro the fould , and sheepe let forth fro the sheeepecoate , And to the neighbour hills full set with trees he resorted : Where , as amidst his flock , his Lasse thus lost , he bewayleth , And maks fond wishes with deepe sighes interrupted , And he relenting ayre with his outcries all to be beateth ; Eccho could not now to the last woord yeeld any Eccho All opprest with loue , for her ould loue stil she remembred , And she remembred , stil , that sweete Narcissus her ould loue , With teares all blubbred , with an inward horror amazed . When she begins to resound her sobbs stil stay the resounding , When she begins her speech , her griefe stil stoppeth her halfe-speech , With which her woont was with louers sweetly to dally . During these her dumps , thus againe complaineth Amyntas , During his complaynts she with all compassion harkneth . O what a warre is this , with loue thus stil to be striuing ? O what a wyld-fyre's this conueyd to my hart by the blynd-boy ? That neither long tyme can bring any end to my striuing , Nor teares extinguish this wylde-fyre throwne by the blynde boy ? Then then , alas , was I lost , ô then then , alas , was I vndoone , When the coral-colored lips were by me greedily viewed , And eyes like bright starrs , and fayre browes dayntily smyling , And cherefull forehead with gold-wyre all to be decked , And cheeks all white-red , with snow and purple adorned , And pure flesh swelling with quick veynes speedily mouing , And such fine fingers , as were most lyke to the fingers Of Tithonus wife platting th' ould beard of her husband . What shal I say to the rest ? each part vnited in order , Each part vnspotted , with long roabs couered each part . What shal I say to the rest ? many kisses ioynd to the sweete woords , And many woords of weight in like sort ioynd to the kisses , Vnder a greene lawrell sitting , and vnder a myrtle , Myrtle due to Venus , greene lawrell due to Apollo . That lytle earthen pott these ioys hath now fro me snatched , That lytle earthen pot where Phillis bones be reserued : O thrice happy the pot , where Phillis bones be reserued , And thrice happy the ground , where this pot shal be reserued . Earth and earthen pot , you haue the belou'd of Amyntas , Natur 's sweete dearling , and only delyte to the Countrey , And sunne of this soyle , of these woods only Diana . O thryce happy the earth , but much more happy the earth-pot . O thrice happy the grasse , that grows on graue of a Goddesse , And shooting vpwards displays his top to the heauens . Sweete blasts of Zephyrus shal make this grasse to be seemly , Noe sythe shal tutch it noe serpent craftily lurking With venymous breathing , or poyson deadly shal hurt it ; Noe Lyonesse fowle pawes , Beares foote , beasts horne shal abuse it , Noe byrds with pecking , noe vermyn filthy by creeping , Noe winters hoare frost , no night-deaws dangerus humor , Noe rage of Suns-heate , noe stars , or power of heauens . Noe boistrous tempest , noe lightnings horrible outrage ; Dryue hence , good plow-men , driue hence your wearied oxen , And you friendly shepherds , keep back your sheep fro the graues grass , Least your sheepe vnwares may chaunce by my Loue to be harmed , Least by the bulls rude rage her bones may chaunce to be bruysed , Whilst with foote and horne hee the graues-ground teareth asunder . Make haste you yongmen , make haste all you prety damsells , With sacred water this sacred place to besprynkle , Burne piles of beech-trees , and then caste on the Sabaean Spyce to the pyles burning , send sweete perfumes to the heauens , Cynnamon , and Casia , Violets , and loued Amomum ; Red-colored Roses , with Beare-breech cast ye togeather . And then on euery side set tapers sacred in order , And beate your bare brests with fysts all weary with anguish , And sing sweete epitaphs , lifting your voyce to the heauens , Sing sowre-sweete epitaphs in death and praise of a Goddesse . Wanton fleshly Satyrs , and Fauni friends to the mountains , Nymphs addict to the trees , and in most gracius order Three Graces ioyning , shall beare you company mourning . And I myself will dresse , embalme , and chest my beloued , And , folowing her coarse , all pale , and wan as a dead man , Weary the woods with plaints , and make new streames by my weeping Such streames as no banck shall barr , streames euer abounding , Such streames as noe drought shall drye , streames neuer abating . With mee Parnassus , with mee shall mourne my Apollo , And Venus , all chafed , that Desteny tooke my beloued . And that same vile boy , which first did ioyne me to Phillis , His lamp shall lay downe , and paynted quyuer abandon , And with his owne prety teares trickling , and sweetly beseeming , Help me to mourne , although that he gaue first cause to my mourning . But , what alas doe I meane to repeate these funeral outcries , Stil to repeate these plaints , and stil too late to repeate them ? Thrice hath Phoebus now displayd his beames fro the mountains , Thrice hath Phoebus now descended downe to the mayn-sea , Since my belou'd was dead , since our good company parted , Since Phillis buryed , since all solempnities ended , Since my delytes , poore wretch , were all inclosd in a coffyn . Yet doe I mourne here stil , though noegood come by my mournyng , Adding teares to my teares , and sorrows vnto my sorrows , And noe stay to my teares , and noe rest coms to my sorrows . O strong boy , strong bow , and ô most dangerus arrow . Now doe I fynde it a payne , which first did seeme but a pleasure , Now doe I feele it a wound , which first did seeme but a smarting , When strong boy , strong bow shot first that dangerus arrow . Thus did Amyntas mourne , and then came home by the Sun-set ,

In these verses , Eccho could not now to the last woord yeeld any Eccho All opprest with loue , for her ould loue stil she remembred , And she remembred stil that sweete Narcissus her ould loue , &c. Some litle men fynde great fault , that this word , stil , being twice vsed , is but an idle repetition to make vp the verse . Where , if they could see , that in the first place it is an Aduerb , & an Adiectiue in the second , they might aswel bee stil , and not speake any thing , as stil talk , and yet say noething .

The like reprehension was that of him , whose wits were soe weakened with passions , that he fell downe of his horse , with singing , Downe a Downe . This man , first moued by the peremptory Preface of the Lawyers Logike ( which yet could tutch none but the galled back ) and reading there in the Analysis of Stanfords Crowne Pleas , that in Homieidijs , &c. although in times past Voluntas reputabatur pro facto , yet it was not soe vsed in these dayes , but only in the Princes case , and certaine special and honorable personages mencioned by Statute in H. 7. time : thought it a wondrous fault , that I did but Digitum ad fontem intendere , and not literally repeate euery word at large out of Saunders case in Plowden , where I bring in his mynistring of poyson with a murdring intent , as a medium in framing of a Syllogisme : whereas alas euery chylde knowes , that Saunders action did effect death , euen to his owne confusion . Better might hee haue reprehended the misprysion of the Printer , whoe Pag. 74. should haue left out Higgs , and put in Mynshew , the very lyuing image of Syr Philip Sydneys Damaetas .

The fourth day . THrice had shining Sunne withdrawne his face fro the heauens , And earth all darckned since Phillis friendly departed ; And , when fourth day came , then againe true-louer Amyntas Myndeful of ould loue stil , tooke noe ioy flock to be feeding , But stil alone wandring through fyelds , to the bancks , to the waters , Leaned his head on Bank , and eyes cast downe to the waters , With teares incessant his cheeks full watery washing . What now resteth ▪ alas , to be doone of woeful Amyntas ? Noe sence , noe knowledge in these vnsensible ashes , In graue noe feeling , in death ther 's noe-pity-taking . Phillis maks but a iest , dead Phillis mocketh Amyntas , Phillis breaks her faith , and plays with Pluto the black-Prince , Pluto the black-Prince now enioys those ioys of Amyntas . Speake on , good sweete Nymphs , if you can shew any tydings , Whether among those trulls that wayte on Queene of Auernus , My Queene and Empresse , my Phillis chaunce to be spinning ? Speake , for I feare , for I feare , shee 'le neuer come to Amyntas . Father Syluanus , Syluanus good to the mountains , And flocks on mountains , ô help most helples Amyntas , Help by thyself by thy friends thou God , cause Gods to be helping : For my relligion , for my deuotion help mee , Either let Phillis be returned back to Amyntas , Or let Amyntas dy , that death may succor Amyntas . And thou naughty Cupide , yet say on , geue mee thy counsail , What shal I dooe ? shal I dy ? shal Amyntas murder Amyntas ? Dy then Amyntas : death will bring Phillis to Amyntas . O hard-harted Loue , thou see'st what I beare , what I suffer , Hart with flames , and eyes with mourneful water abounding , Head with cares possest , and foule ful of horrible anguish : This thou see'st , and sure I doe know , it greeues thee to see this , Though they call thee tyrant , though soe thou iustly be called , Though thy nature passe Busiris beastly behauyour : For , what makes me to mourne , may cause thee to yeeld to my mourning : One rude rock , one winde , and one tempestuus outrage Batters , breaks , and beats my ship , thy ship to the quicksands ; Our harmes are aequall , thy shipwrack's like to my shipwrack ; Loue did loue Phillis , Phillis was lou'd of Amyntas , Phillis Loues dearling , Phillis dearling of Amyntas ; Deearling , crowne , garland , hope , ioy , health , wealth of Amyntas , And what more shal I say ? for I want woords fit for Amyntas . And thou churlish ground , now cease any more to be fruitefull , Cease to be deckt with flowrs and all in greene to be mantled : Thy flowre is wyth'red , my garland lately decayed , Phillis thyne and myne with death vntymely departed . Whose sweete corps thou bar'st , whose footesteps in thee be printed , And whose face thou didst admyre for bewry renowmed . Belch out roaring blasts with gaping iawes to the heauens , That those roaring blasts may scowre by the skies , by the heauens , And foule strugling stormes cast downe fro the clowds , fro the heauens , For such fowle weather will best agree with a mourner . Howle and mourne thou earth , and roare with an horrible outcry , Howle as then thou didst , when mountains were to the mountains Put , by thy cursed broode , to be clyming vp to Olympus , When great flakes of fire came flashing downe fro the heauens , When thy crawling sons came tumbling downe from Olympus . Howle as Lady Ceres did then when Prince of Auernus Stole her daughter away from fields that ioyned on Aetna , Vnto the dungeons darck , and dens of his hellish abyding . Thou ground , forgetfull what was by duty requyred , Shouldst send vnbidden , with Phillis , teares to Auernus . Her blessed burden thou wast vnworthy to beare vp , Therefore tender gyrle in flowring age she departed . O frowning fortune , ô starrs vnluckily shyning , O cursed byrth-day of quyte forsaken Amyntas , Phillis , alas , is chaungd , Phillis conuerted in ashes , Whose prety lipps , neck , eyes , and haire soe sweetely beseeming , Purple , snow , and fyre , and gold-wyre seem'd to resemble . Tithonus faire wife coms always home by the Sun-set , Euery night coms home to that ould Tithonus her husband , Sweete Cephalus leauing , and gray-beard hartily kissing : But my Phillis , alas , is gone , is gone to Auernus , Gone too-far to returne , and this tormenteth Amyntas . White is black , and sweete is sowre to the sense of Amyntas , Night and day doe I weepe and make ground moyst by my weeping , Mourne , lament , and howle , and powre forth plaints to the heauens : Soe doe the Nightingales in bushes thorny remaining , Sing many dolefull notes and tunes , sweete harmony making , Theyr yong ones mourning , their yong ones dayly bewayling . Phillis , alas , is gone , shee 'le neuer come to Amyntas , Neuer againe come back , for Death and Desteny stay her , Stay her among those groues and darcksome dens of Auernus , Where 's noe path to returne , noe starting hole to be scaping ; Desteny , Death , and Hell , and Cerberus horrible Hel-hound , Loathsome streames of Styx , that nyne times compas Auernus , Stay her amongst those Haggs in dungeons ougly for euer : Only the name and fame , and her most happy remembraunce Stil shal abyde , shal lyue , shall floorish freely for euer . Thus did Amyntas plaine , and then came faintily homeward .

The fifth day . SInce Phillis buriall with due celebration ended , Phoebus againe aduanc't his blazing face fro the maine-sea , And with morning starre dispelling night fro the heauens , Quickly the fifth tyme brought broade day-light vnto Amyntas : But yet Phillis in hart , in mynde , and fowle of Amyntas Stil did abyde , and stil was Phillis mournd of Amyntas . Noe care of dryuing his kydds and goats to the mountains , Noe care of folowing his sheepe and lambs to the pastures , But daye-light loathing , and dayes woork wonted abhorring , Straight to the woods doth hee walk , in noe mans company walking , Where he the weeping flowre making all weary by weeping , Vntuned speeches caste out , and desperat outcryes . Where with sighes , to the windes , with teares , increase to the waters Stil did he geue , and stil vaine loue most vainly bewayled . As louing Turtle seeing his lately beloued Turtle-doue throwne downe from a tree with a stone or an arrow , Can not abyde Sun-beames , but flies fro the fields , fro the meddows , Vnto the darkest woods , and there , his desolat harbor Maks in a Cypresse tree , with lyghtning all to be scorched , Or with Winters rage and black storms fowly defaced : Where , on a rotten bowe his lyms all heauy reposing , Stil doth he grone for griefe , stil mourne for his onely beloued : Then consum'd with greeuous pangs , and weary with anguish , Downe to the ground doth he fall with feynting wings fro the bare bow , Beating dust with wings , and feathers fowly beraying , Beating brest with beck , till blood come freshly abounding : Soe did Amyntas mourne , such true-loue made him a mourner . O what a vile boy 's this , what a greeuous wound , what a weapon ? O what a dart is this that sticks soe fast to my hart roote , Lyke as a roote to the trunck , or lyke as a vyne to the elme tree ? O pityles loues-god , poore Louers how be we plagued ? O strong dart of Loue , which each thing speedily pearceth . This dart God Saturne , God Mars , and great God of all Gods Ioue hymselfe did wound vnles that fame doe bely them : Although God Saturne were ould , and lyke to a crusht crabbe , Although Mars were arm'd with try'de Vulcanian armor , Although Ioue with fyre and thunder maketh a rumbling . Yea thine owne mother , thine owne inuincible arrow Hurt , and prickt those papps which thou wast wont to be sucking , Neyther spar'st thou him that raigns in watery kingdome , Neyther spar'st thou him that rules in feareful Auernus : Pluto knows what it is , with a paltery Boy to be troubled , Neptune knows what it is , by a blynde boys check to be mated : Then since heauens , seas , and hells are naught by thee spared , Earth and earth-dwelling louers must looke to be pinched . O what gaping earth will Amyntas greedyly swallow ? O what gulf of seaes and deepes wil quyckly deuoure him , And bring him lyuing to the dead-mens sowls in Auernus ? God of skies ( for loue hath pierst oft vp to the heauens ) If pyty moue your harts , if you from stately Olympus Can vouchsauf to behold these inward wounds of Amyntas , Free this troubled sowle from cares and infynit anguish , End these endles toyles , bring ease by my death to my deaths-wound . O that I had then dyde , when Phillis lyu'd with Amyntas , In fyelds , when Phillis sang songs of loue with Amyntas , In fyelds , when Phillis kist and embraced Amyntas , In fyelds , when Phillis slept vnder a tree with Amyntas , Blest had Amyntas beene , if death had taken Amyntas . Soe my Phillis might haue sitten downe by my death-bed , Closing these eye-lidds of dead , but blessed Amyntas , Blest , that hee dy'de in her arms , that his eyes were closd with her owne hands . But what alas doe I meane for death thus stil to be wishing Foole that I am ? for death coms quyckly without any wishing . Inward grief of troubled sowle hath brought me to deaths-dore , Woonted strength doth fayle , my lyms are faynty with anguish ; Vitall heate is gone , like vnto a smoke or a vapor , Yesterday but a boy , and now gray-headed Amyntas ▪ O luckles louers , how always are we bewitched , What contrarieties , what fancies flatly repugnant , How-many lyues , deaths , hopes , feares , ioyes , cares still doe wee suffer ? O that I could forget Phillis many tymes am I wishing , O that I had dyde for Phillis many tymes am I wishing , Thus distracted I am ten thousand tymes by my wishing , Lyke to a shipp , through whirling gulfes vnsteedyly passing , Floating here and there , hence thence , with danger on each syde , Fearing Scylides iawes , and mouth of greedy Charybdis , Whylst by the rage of sea , bruysde shipp sticks fast to the quyck-sands , And by the mighty rebounding waues is lastly deuoured . But what alas doe I meane myne ould loue still to be mourning , Forgetting pastures , and flocks , and vines by my mourning ? My naked pastures with floods are lyke to be drowned , My fyelds vntilled with thorns are lyke to be pestred , My poore Sheepe and Goats with could are lyke to be pinched , My prety black bullock will come noe more to my white cowe , And by the swines fowle snowt my vines are lyke to be rooted , For want of walling , for want of customed hedging . Rank bows in vine-tree there 's nobody now to be cutting , Cutt bows with withy twiggs there 's nobody now to be bynding , Pecking Pyes from grapes there 's nobody now to be keeping . You rocks , help me to mourne ; rocks , pinetrees loftyly bearing , You woods , help me to mourne ; woods always woont to be sylent , You wells , help me to mourne ; wells cleare and lyke to the Christall . Vines forelorne , forsaken shrubs , lament with Amyntas . On you rocks many tymes Phillis was woont to be walking , In you woods many tymes Phillis was woont to be sitting , With you wells many tymes Phillis was woont to be smyling . And you vines and shrubs Phillis was woont to be fingring . Now t' was iust darck night , and home came seelly Amyntas .

The sixth day . SInce Phillis buryall , sixtymes sprang light fro the Mountayns . Six tymes had Titan brought back his coach fro the mayn-sea , And flying horses with-salt waues all to be dashed , With puft-vp nosthrils greate fyre flames lustyly breathing . When to the wyld woods went careles , yet careful Amyntas , Leauing flock in fould , noe creatures company keeping , Beating brest with fist , with teares face fowly defacing , Filling ways as he went with such and soemany waylings , As were sometymes made by the sweete Rhodopeïan Orpheus , When by the rocks of Thrace , by the fatall water of Haebrus , His sweete Euridice with most sweete voyce he bewayled , When sweete voyce , sweete harpe ioyned most sweetly togeather , Made both byrds and beasts , both stocks and stones to be mournyng . Euery beast in fyeld wisheth day-light to be comming , Mornyng starr by the byrds in fylds is sweetly saluted , As soone as shee begins by the breake of day to be peeping ; Euery beast in fyeld wisheth darck night to be commyng , Eu'ning starr to the kydds well fed , coms hartyly welcome , As soone as she begyns by the nights approach to be shynyng , Neyther day nor night can please displeased Amyntas , All day long doe I mourne , and all night long am I playnyng , Noe day's free fro my playnts , and noe night's free fro my mourning . Whosoe thincks it strange , that thus tormented Amyntas Can thus long endure , who thincks it strange , that Amyntas Lyues , yet taks noe rest , but stil hus , stil to be dying ; This man knows not alas , that loue is dayly triumphant , Loue can abyde noe law , loue always lou's to be lawles , Loue altreth nature , rules reason , maystreth Olympus . Lawes , edicts , decrees : contemns Ioue mightyly thundring , Ioue , that rules and raigns , with a beck that bendeth Olympus . Loue causd Hippolitus with bryr's and thorns to be mangled , For that he had fowle loue of lusting Phaedra refused . Loue made Absyrtus with systers hands to be murdred , And in peeces torne , and here and there to be scattred . Loue forc't Pasiphae mans company long to be loathing , And , for a whyte Bulls flesh , Bulls company long to be lusting . Loue and luring looks of louely Polixena , caused Greekish Achilles death , when he came to the Church to be wedded . Loue made Alcides , that greate inuincible Heros , Master of all monsters , at length to be whipt by a Mystres . Loue drownd Laeander swymmyng to the bewtiful Hero , Vnto the towne Cestos from towne of cursed Abydos . Loue made loue , that 's ruler of earth and ruler of heauen , Lyke to a selly Shepherd , and lyke to the fruytful Echidna , Lyke to a fyre , to a Swan , to a Showre , to a Bull , to an Eagle , Sometymes Amphitrion , sometymes Dyctinna resembling . But what neede I to shew this blynde Boys surly behauyour , Lewd prancks , false policies , sly shifts , and wyly deuises , Murdring mynde , hard hart , dead hand , bent bow , bloody arrowes ? Nobody knows better what bitter grief is abounding In lou's lewd kingdome , than luckles louer Amyntas . Whether I goe to the groaues , or whether I clymbe to the Mountayns , Whether I walk by the bancks , or whether I looke to the fountayns , Loue stil wayts at an inch , and neuer leaues to be pinching , Euery thing complayns , and aunswereth vnto my playnyngs , Euery thing geus cause and fresh increase to my mournyngs . If that I mourne in woods , these woods seeme al to be mournyng , And broade-brauncht oake trees their vpright topps to be bowing . Yf that I sigh or sob , this pine-tree straight by the shaking , This peareses pine-tree for company seem's to be pyning , As though himself felt th' enduring pangs of Amyntas . And that byrde o ! Thrace , my woeful company keeping , Cry's and calls for Itys , with monstrous villany murdred , Murdred alas by the merciles hart and hands of a Mother , Eaten alas by the cursed mouth and teeth of a father . And poore Turtle-doue , her mates good company myssing , Sits on a naked bowe , and keepes mee company mournyng . When that I clymbe to the ragged rocks , & creepe to the Mountayns , Staying feeble knees with a staffe , for feare of a falling , If that I then curse death , and rayle on desteny fatall , For marring that face , those cheeks , those yuory fingers Of my sweete Phillis ; Phillis coms back with an Eccho , Eccho returns Phillis , fyue tymes fro the rocks , fro the Mountayns . Euery beast which hears these woefull playnts of Amyntas Coms and setts him downe twixt leggs of woeful Amyntas , Sustring back to be stroakt with staff of mourneful Amyntas : As that good Lyonesse , which first was cur'de by a Romayne , In Romayne theater gaue life for lyfe to the Romayne . O , if such pyty were in Desteny noe-pyty-taking , Phillis I should not mysse , nor Phillis mysse of Amyntas . Yf that I come to the bancks , and cast myne eyes to the waters , Waters augmented by these my watery fountayns , Then these fowle-mouth'd froggs with iarring tunes doe molest mee : Soe that I am compeld with bowing knees to be praying , Praying vnto the Nymphs in bowres of water abyding , That they would vouchsafe to receaue my carkas among them , And fro the sight of man , fro the light of sunne to remoue it , As that loued Hylas they sometymes fryendly receaued . But yet I wish in vayne , and nought can I get by my wishing , And of my wishing these lewd windes make but a whistling , Soe noething contents poore malcontented Amyntas , Clogd with an heape of cares , and closd in a hell ful of horror . Then to his homely Cabin , by the moone light hasted Amyntas .

The seuenth day . SIx nights now were past , and seu'nth day hastened onward , When , with fretting cares all spent and wasted Amyntas , Went to the wood starkwood with greate extremyty weeping , And to the dull deaff wynds his late losse freshly bewayling . O how much this Amyntas is altred from that Amyntas , Which was woont to be capten of euery company rurall ? Noething nymble I am with willow staff to be threshing , Nor with toothed rake round hey-cocks for to be making . Noething nymble I am my branched vines to be cutting , Nor with sharp-edg'd suck my fruytefull soyle to be plowing . Noething nymble I am my scabbed Sheepe to be curing , Nor with leapping lads , with tripping trulls to be dancing . Noething nymble I am sweetete rymes and songs to be making , Nor sweete songs and rymes on pleasant pipe to be playing . My sence is dulled , my strength extreamely decayed , Since that fayre Phillis my loue did leaue me for euer , Whoe was worthy to liue , and worthy to loue mee for euer . Phillis , fayre Phillis , thou dearling deare of Amyntas , What lasse durst compare with dearling deare of Amyntas For witt , for learnyng for face , for seemely behauyour ? My sweete lasse Phillis was noemore lyke to the graygownes , And contrey mylk-mayds , than Nightingale to the Lapwing , Rose to the greene willow , or syluer Swan to the Swallow . Phillis amydst fayre mayds did fayre mayds company countnance , As ripe corne doth fyelds , as clustred grapes doe the vinetrees , As stout Bulls doe the droues , as bay leaues bewtify gardens . Phillis name and fame , which is yet freshly remembred , Passed abroade soe farr , soe farr surpast Amaryllis , As that it yrckt and greeu'd disdanigeful prowd Amaryllis , Whoe stil thought herself for bewties prayse to be peareles : But let her hart ful of hate stil pyne , let her eyes ful of enuy Stil be resolud in teares , Phillis surmounts Amaryllis , Phillis dead is alyue , and soe shall lyue to the worlds end , Phillis prayse shall scape from death and graue to the worlds end . But what auayls it alas , dead Phillis now to be praysing ? Phillis alas is dead , it s too late now to be praysing , And to renew ould thoughts and fond conceipts by my praysing . Better it is to be low , and neuer clymbe to a kingdome , Than fro the scepter againe to be tumbled downe to the dunghill . For what auayles it now , that Phillis lulled Amyntas Luld him a sleepe in her arms , and slept herself with Amyntas , Vnder a cooling shade from scorching beames to defend vs , Which sight made Aeglon , and Mopsus teeth to be watry ? Or what auayls it now t' haue gathred ioyntly togeather Fragrant hearbs and flowrs by the mantled fyelds , by the meddows , Daffadil , and Endyue , with mournyng flowre Hyacinthus , Thyme , Casia , Violets , Lillies , and sweet prety Roses , For Nymphs and wood-gods gay garlands duly preparing ? Or what auayl's it now , t' haue pluckt at Strawbery brambles , Blackbery bryr's t' haue spoyld , t' haue bared Mulbery branches , With such contrey fruyte our basketts heauyly loading ? Or what auayls it now , t' haue geu'n her soemany kisses ? Or t' haue taken againe in lyke sort soemany kisses ? Or what auayl's it now , t' haue drawn our talk to the eu'nyng ? Or t' haue made our names with boxtree barck to be growing , Names and vowes which nought but death could cause to be broken ? Woeful wretch that I am , Phillis sorsaks mee , for all this , And forsaken of her , death hath possest mee , for all this . And yet I am not sick ( vnles that loue be a sicknes ) But death coms creeping , and lingring lyfe is a flytting , And this differring of death is woorse than a dying . Lingring fyre by degrees hath spent and wasted Amyntas , As Meleager of ould , whose life was left in a fyrebrand , Fyrebrand cast to the fyre by the murdring hands of a mother , When fatall fyrebrand burnyng did burne Meleager . Euery day doe I weepe and euery howre am I wayling , Euery howre and day dismall to the wretched Amyntas , Yea mutch more wretched , than that poore silly Prometheus , Whoe , for his aspyring , for stealing fyre from Olympus , Was by the Gods decrees , fast bound with chaines to the mountayne Caucasus , huge and cold , where hee 's compelled an Eagle , Eagle still feeding , with his owne hart still to be feeding . O Pan , ô Fauni , that loue with mayds to be lyuely , Leaue your pipes , your songs , your dance , leaue of to be lyuely , Ioyne your teares with Amyntas teares , and mourne with Amyntas , And mourne for Phillis , for Phillis leaueth Amyntas . Phillis for your sake fine wafers duly prepared , Phillis pleasd your eyes , whilst Phillis dayntyly danced . Phillis amydst fayre mayds was deemed stil to be fayrest , And gaue grace to the rest with her eyes and comely behauyour , As fayre lawrell trees be adornd with bewtiful Iuye , As fine gold is adornd by the shynyng light o a Iasper . Since death of Phillis , noe ioys enioyeth Amyntas , Euery good thing 's gone , Phillis tooke euery good thing , Contrey soyle laments , and Contrey-men be a weeping . And thou garden greene now powre foorth playnts with Amyntas , Phillis thy sweete bancks and beds did water at eu'nyng , Phillis amydst thy flowrs always was woont to be walking ; But now noe walking , but now noe water at eu'ning , Now best flowre is dead , now Phillis gone fro the garden . And you Christall springs with streames of syluer abounding , Where fayre Phillis sawe fayre Phillis face to be shynyng , Powre foorth floods of teares from those your watery fountayns . Phillis will noemore see Phillis sit by the fountayns , Phillis will noemore her lipps apply to the fountayns , Lipps , to be ioynd to the lipps of Ioue that ruleth Olympus . And you darcksome dales and woods aye wont to be silent , Where she amydst the Shepherds and toyling boisterus Heardsmen Her mylk-white shee-goats many tymes was woont to be feeding , Lament and mourne for this Nymphs vntymely departure . But Pan , and Fauni , but garden greene of Amyntas , But you springs and dales , and woods ay woont to be sylent , Leaue of your mournyng , i le geue you leaue to be silent , Leaue to be silent stil , geue you mee leaue to be mournyng , Leaue to be mournyng stil , let this most heauy departure This death of Phillis bring wished death to Amyntas , Here did he pause for a while , and home at night he returned .

The eyghth day . NOw since fayre Phillis was chested duly , the eighth tyme Night gaue place to the light , and eu'ning vnto the mornyng : When to the woods so wilde , to the wilde beasts dangerus harbors , Forsaking hye ways , by the bye wayes passed Amyntas : And there setts hym downe all wearyed vnder a Myrtle , For grief stil groanyng , with deepe sighs heauyly pantyng , Stil Phillis namyng , stil Phillis fayntyly callyng . And must one wench thus take all the delyte fro the contrey ? And must one wench thus make euery man to be mournyng , Euery man whose flocks on these hills vse to be feeding ? And must Aeglon weepe ? and must that fryendly Menalcas Weare his mournyng roabe , for death of my bony Phillis ? And must good Corydon lament ? must Tityrus alter His pleasant melodies , for death of my bony Phillis ? And must Damaetas for grief leaue of to be louing ? Must Amaryllis leaue , for death of my bony Phillis ? And must drooping bull consume as he goes by the meddow , Must Sheepe look lowring for death of my bony Phillis ? And must sighs seeme wyndes , must teares seeme watery fountayns ? And must each thing change for death of my bony Phillis ? O then what shal I doe for death of my bony Phillis ? Syth that I lou'd bony lasse Phillis more dearly than all these , Syth that I lou'd her more than I loue these eyes of Amyntas , O then what shal I dooe forlorne forsaken Amyntas , What shal I doo but dy , for death of my bony Phillis ? Phillis whoe was woont with bowe and shafts to be shooting , Phillis whoe was woont my flock with care to be feeding , Phillis whoe was woont my mylch shee-goates to be mylking , Phillis whoe was woont ( most handsome wench of a thousand ) Either clowted creame , or cakes , or curds to be making , Either fine baskets of bul-rush for to be framing , Or by the greene meddowes gay dancing dames to be leading : Phillis whose bosome filberds did loue to be filling , Phillis for whose sake greene lawrell lou'd to be bowing , Phillis , alas , sweete Lasse Phillis , this braue bony Phillis , Is dead , is buried , makes all good company parted . O how oft Phillis conferd in fields with Amyntas ? O how oft Phillis did sing in caues with Amyntas , Ioyning her sweete voyce to the oaten pipe of Amyntas ? O how oft Phillis clypt and embraced Amyntas ? How many thousand tymes hath Phillis kissed Amyntas , Bitten Amyntas lips , and bitten againe of Amyntas , Soe that Amyntas his eyes enuy'de these lipps of Amyntas ? O sweete soule Phillis , w' haue liu'd and lou'd for a great while , ( If that a man may keepe any mortall ioy for a great while ) Lyke louing turtles , and turtle-doues for a great while , One loue , one lyking , one sense , one soule for a great while , Therefore one deaths-wound , one graue , one funeral only Should haue ioyned in one both loue and louer Amyntas . O good God , what a grief is this that death to remember ? For , such grace , gesture , face , feature , beauty , behauiour Neuer afore was seene , is neuer againe to be lookt for . O frowning fortune , ô death and desteny dismall ; Thus be the poplar trees that spread their tops to the heauens , Of their flowring leaues despoyld in an howre , in a moment : Thus be the sweete violets , that gaue such grace to the garden , Of theyr purpled roabes despoyld in an howre , in a moment . O how oft did I cry , and roare with an horrible howling , When for want of breath Phillis lay faintyly gasping ? O how oft did I wish , that Phoebus would fro my Phillis Driue that feauer away , or send his son from Olympus , Whoe , when Lady Venus by a chaunce was prickt with a bramble , Healed her hand with his oyles and fine knacks kept for a purpose ? Or that I could perceaue Podalyrius order in healing , Or that I could obtaine Medaeaes exquisit oyntments , And baths most precious , which ould men freshly renued : Or that I were as wise as was that crafty Prometheus , Whoe made pictures liue with fire that he stole from Olympus , Thus did I call and cry , but no-body came to Amyntas : Then did I rayle and raue , but nought did I get by my rayling : Whylst that I cald and cryde , and rag'd , and rau'd as a mad-man , Phillis , alas , Phillis by the burning fits of a feuer , Quickly before her daye , her dayes vnluckily ended . O dismal deaths-day , with black stone stil to be noted , Wherein noe Sun shinde , noe comfort came fro the heauens , Wherein clustred clowds had cou'red lightsom Olympus . Wherein noe sweete byrd could finde any ioy to be chyrping , Wherein loathsome snakes from dens were loath to be creeping , Wherein fowle scritch owles did make a detestable howling , And from chymney-top gaue woefull signes of a mischif . O first day of death , last day of life to Amyntas , Which noe day shall dryue from soule and hart of Amyntas , Til Neptune dryde vp , withdraw his flouds fro the fishes , And skaled fishes liue naked along by the sea-shore . For since Phillis went and left forsaken Amyntas , Ioyes and pleasures went , and left forsaken Amyntas : Perplexed speaking and vayne thoughts only remained , Immoderate mourning , and mad loue only remained . Thou Ioue omnipotent , which doest with mercy remember Mortall mens myseries , which knowst what it is to be louing : And thou God Phoebus , that sometymes dryu'n from Olympus , Feeding sheepe didst loue , help luckles Louer Amyntas Feeding his poore sheepe , help poore man , yong man Amyntas : Thou that abridgest breath , and mak'st our light to be darknes , Cut this threede of life , dispatch and bring me to darknes Infernall darknes , fit place for mourner Amyntas . Soe shal Amyntas walk and talk in darksom Auernus , Soe shal Amyntas loue with Phillis againe be renued , In fields Elysian Phillis shall liue with Amyntas . Thus doe I wish and pray , this praying is but a pratling , And these wishing woords but a blast , but a wynde , but a whistling : Dy then , Amyntas , dye : for dead is thy bony Phillis . Phoebus went to the sea : to the poore house hasted Amyntas .

The nynth day . SInce Phillis buriall , now faire Aurora the nynth time Shewd her shining face , and Phoebus lightned Olympus : When , from couch all wet with teares , confounded Amyntas Raysd his crazd carkas , with minde stil abroade to be wandring Vnto the wylde beasts dens , and feareful vnhospital harbors , Where was noething els , but certaine death to be lookt for . But whilst naked lyms with roabes all ragged he cou'red , Oft did he call and cry for Phillis , for bony Phillis , With deepe sighs and greanes stil Phillis , Phillis , he called : And then drest , vp he gets , and gets himself to the desert , Desert dens , mans sight and Suns light euer abhorring . There , by the woods wandring , and loue vnlucky bewayling , More and more did he feede that wonted wound of a louer ; Lyke as a trembling Hart , whose hart is pierst with an arrow , Runs , and yet running , his death stil beareth about him , Runs to the thickest groaues , yet bleeds and sweats as he runneth , Runs , and soe with toyle and griefe , death hasteneth onward : Then with teares doth he seeke Dictamus flowre by the desert , Seeks , but can not finde Dictamus flowre by the desert : Lyke to the trembling Hart , went hartles louer Amyntas ; And thus againe at length ( his cheekes with water abounding ) From sullen silence , abruptly began to be raging . Since Phillis lockt vp that starr-light liuely for euer , Since faire Phillis slept that long sleepe , what shal Amyntas Thinke , conceaue , contryue , or what shal Amyntas imagin , What shal Amyntas dooe , that Amyntas goe not a begging ? For noe care is of health , no care of wealth in Amyntas , Noe ioy , noe comfort , but Phillis abydes in Amyntas . Whoe wil fodder now in winter geue to my bullocks ? Whoe wil now any more bring my white Bull to my Heyfer ? Whoe wil goats and kyds to the ragged rocks be a driuing ? Whoe wil sheepe and lambs from rau'ning woolues be defending ? Whoe wil looke to my rams , and wash theyr fleece in a riuer ? Whoe wil anoynt scabd sheepe , least-that contagius humor Once get strength , make way , and spoyle whole flock of Amyntas ? Whoe wil let them blood , when raging fire of a feuer Runneth along by the bones , and marrow quickly deuoureth ? Whoe wil tender sheepe dryue vp fro the fields , to the mountains , When deepe brooke ( increast with raine or snow from Olympus ) Driues downe wonted walls , and banks all beateth asunder , Ouerflowing fields , and pastures fowly defacing ? O poore flock , poore heard , ô life and loue of Amyntas , Phillis life and loue is gone , ô wretched Amyntas . Eu'n as a Merchant man , whoe lost his ware by a shipwrack , And ship left on sands with blynde rocks broken a sunder , Swym on a boord staggring , with salt-waues all to be dashed , Dryu'n hence thence with wyndes , and knows noe place to be landing , Wandring here and there , and sees noe starres to be shyning : Soe twixt hope and feare , twixt life and death doth Amyntas Dayly delay his dayes , yet deaths wound beareth about him . For since Phillis alas in a dead sleepe slipt from Amyntas , Inconstant , wandring , distracted , moydred Amyntas Rangeth alone by the rocks , by the woods , by the dens , by the deserts , Deserts , dens , and woods , and rocks , where no-body walketh , No-body dare approach for feare of slippery serpents , And crawling adders with baleful poyson abounding : And yet I cannot fynde , what I seeke , what I looke , what I long for , Phillis I meane , by the rocks , by the woods by the dens , by the deserts . Since that time , that time of griefe and woe the beginning , Neither Sun by the day , nor Moone by the night did Amyntas Euer see sleeping though weake and weary by watching . And no foode I desire , for I feede too fast on a fancy , Loue fills fainty stomack , and euery part of Amyntas : And I desire noe drinck , for I drinck vp watery fountains Fountains of salt teares still trickling , euer-abounding , Lyke showres in wynter , driu'n downe with wyndes from Olympus . O most mighty Pales , which stil bar'st loue to the countrey And poore countrey-folk , hast thou forgotten Amyntas Now when as other Gods haue all forsaken Amyntas Thou on whose feast dayes Bonefires were made by Amyntas , And quyte leapt ouer by the bouncing dauncer Amyntas ? Thou for whose feast dayes great cakes ordayned Amyntas , Supping mylk with cakes , and casting mylk to the bonefyre ? And thou surly Cupid , thou churlish dame Cytheraea , With , whose prayse I did once , whilst Phillis aboad with Amyntas , Make these fields to resound , make beasts and men to be wondring , On pitiful poore wretch is noe care , noe pity taken ? What ? shal I noething get for making soemany offrings , Soemany sweete persumes , for saying soemany prayers , All with a garland greene , with leaues of Myrtle adorned ? Are Gods vnthankfull ? can noe grace come from Olympus ? Are Gods vnmindefull ? why then , what meane I to worship , Worship I knowe not what for a God , when it is but an Idoll ? For , noe guerdon , alas , noe good thing 's left for a good man . Poore foole , what did I meane , on Gods or starrs to be rayling , As though stars or Gods could alter Destenies order ? Poore , foole , what did I meane incessant teares to be sheading , Stil to the hills , to the woods to the fields , to the floods to be wayling , Since these hills , these woods , these fields , these floods to my weeping Can lend noe feeling , can aford noe sence to my wayling ? Yet wil I call Phillis , though noe-body come by my calling , And weepe for Phillis , though noegood come by my weeping : Thus wil I dooe : Many men , many mindes ; this pleaseth Amyntas . And yet I cannot abide any more by the woods to be ranging , And this liuing death , this dying life to be leading : Dy then Amyntas , dy , let Amyntas murder Amyntas ; Soe shal that grym Syre , and fowle-fac't Prince of Auernus Some pity take , when he sees this wound of murdred Amyntas , This wound wide and large ; and losse of grau's but a smal losse . Soe shal Amyntas walk , and Phillis walk with Amyntas Through those pleasant groaues , and flowring fields of Auernus . But yet againe to his house with doubtfull mynde he returned .

The tenth day . SInce that fatall day and howre vnlucky , the tenth time Faire Aurora betymes by the dayes breake , rose from her husband Husband old and cold , and droue darck clowds from Olympus , Making way to the Sun , taking her way to the yonker Braue yonker Cephalus , whom faire Aurora desired . Aeolus , of purpose Auroraes fancy to further , Sent forth sweete Zephyrus with tender breath to be blowing , And moyst dew by the fields with whistling blast to be drying , Least nights colde moysture might stay theyr louely proceedings , Stay braue Aeolides , stay fayre Aurora fro kissing . Euery thing did smile , woods , fields , ayre , watery fountains , Euery Larck did sing , and made sweete myrth to the Morning , And chereful Charites with gold-locks gayly bedecked , Daunced along by the fields in due and gracius order ; And th' vnruly Satyrs by the sound of a paltery piper , Leapt and skipt by the woods in most lasciuius order . Only Amyntas loath'd these sports and these prety pastimes ▪ Only Amyntas mournd , and owld grifes only remembred , Leauing house and home , and deserts only frequenting , Scratching face with nayles , and Phillis freshly bewayling . O what meanes Phillis ? can Phillis cast of Amyntas ? O consider , alas , consider careful Amyntas , And forget not , alas , forget not faithful Amyntas , Whoe for Phillis sake , for loue and fancy to Phillis Beares this fire in his hart , and stil this fire is a feeding . What meanes Phillis , alas , in those fayre fields to be walking , 〈◊〉 those Elysian faire fields , and leaue me behinde her ? What 's there noemore care of flock in Phillis abyding ? What ? noe care of loue , noe care of louer Amyntas ? O vnthankfull wench , if this thing come by thy causing , And accursed Fate , if Desteny cause thee to leaue mee . See what a strange effect these cares haue wrought in Amyntas ▪ Needles cares haue driu'n all needful cares from Amyntas . Noe care , no comfort in driuing goats to the mountains , When rising Phoebus displays his beames in a morning ; Noe care , noe comfort in bringing sheepe to the sheepe-coates ▪ When sitting Phoebus withdraws his face in an eu'ning . Rimes are quite set aside , and seu'n-hoald pipe is abandond , Rimes that I playd on pipe ; pipe vsed at euery dauncing : Leather bottel's lost , and tarr-box broken asunder , Shoone and myttens gone , and sheepehooke cast in a corner , And litle ould Lightfoote hath lost his Maister Amyntas Whose watchfull barking made woolues afraid to be byting . See how Phillis death doth make my Goates to be dying : Noebody giues them Thyme and other flowrs to be gnapping , Noebody giues them drinck and water fresh to be sipping , Noebody brings them back to the sold , or shade to refresh them . See how Phillis death doth make my sheepe to be dying , Whil'st th' vnlucky Shepheard neglects his sheepe to be feeding , Lambs in woefull wise by the woolues are dayly deuoured , Eawes in loathsome sort with scabbs are fowly molested , And theyr wooll with dust and durt is filthily fowled . O but , alas , poore foole , whil'st thou thus rayl'st on Olympus , Phillis faire , perchaunce , in pleasant fields of Auernus Keepeth better goates , and better sheepe is a feeding , Leauing this poore flock , and theyr poore master Amyntas . And must only my death cause endles plagues to be ended ? And shal I neuer dy , til time that Desteny poynted ? O , what a life is this , with life and death to be striuing ? And yet I loue this life , this strife , and euery moment Reason yeelds to my rage , and rage giues place to my reason : And whil'st breath shal abyde in burning breast of Amyntas , Perpetuall sobbing shall make these sides to be smarting , Perpetuall plaining shal make this mouth to be sounding , Perpetuall weeping shal make these eyes to be swelling . As soone as Titan with face all fyry returneth , With violent clamors great clowds wil I cast on a cluster . As soone as darck night doth spread her mantle among vs , With teares stil trickling , I le make springs euer abounding : What loue 's lyke to my rage , what fancie 's lyke to my folly , That not a day , not an houre , not a moment scapeth Amyntas , But stil Amyntas mourns , since Phillis graue was a making ? That lewd Lord of Loue drew my destruction onward , That boy bred my bane , my death vntimely procured , When by the sight of a Lasse , by the flaming eyes of a Virgin , Fire did pierce by my flesh , to my soule , to my bones , to my marrow , And there burns and boyls lyke scalding sulphur of Aetna . Whoe would thinke thou Loue couldst beare such hate to a louer ? Or wouldst woork such harme to a countrey-man that is harmeles ? But bloody boy thou art , thou bearst bloody minde , bloody weapons . And thou most spitefull Nemesis , whose hasty reuenging Hands are euer at hand , whose mynde is mutable alwayes , At miseries laughing , at mens felicity grudging , Why durst thou deale with , what didst thou meane to be medling With louing Phillis , with Phillis Louer Amyntas ? If that Phillis I kist , or Phillis kissed Amyntas , If that Phillis I clypt , or Phillis clipped Amyntas , If that I spent many howres in talking vnder a Myrtle , Wast any greate offence , any greate disgrace to a goddesse ? Wee were contrey folk , twooe seeliest sowles of a thousand ; Those golden Diadems , that state of a King or a Kingdome More fitt for Nemesis : Phillis more fitt for Amyntas : Who would thinck thou couldst on beggers thus be triumphing ? Why should silly Shepheards be molested thus by a Goddesse ? Nay godlesse Nemesis : for thou doost noe-body goodnes , And where's noe godnesse , whoe thinks there can be a Goddesse ? And thou most hellish Lachesis , more fierce than a Furie , What reason foundst thou such mischif for to be working , That by the gryping paines , by the cold-hoate fits of an ague , Phillis fit for a man , shuld dy thus afore she be fitted ? O why shouldst thou take all comfort quite fro the countrey , And make countreymen thus comfortlesse to be mourning ? Could not that sweete face , nor that most seemely behauyour , Nor that league of loue stil lasting leade thee to mercy ? But thy delite is death , and blood thou only desirest , Therefore bring me to death , take liuing blood from Amyntas , For my delite is death , death only desireth Amyntas , And to procure quick death , it s fully resolu'd by Amyntas , That faire Phillis againe may loue her louer Amyntas . And yet about eu'ning with staggring stepps he retyred .

The eleuenth day . NOw th' eleuenth day from death of Phillis aproached , Which to the former rage that long possessed Amyntas , Dogged new conceipts with more resolution added . And shal I stay , qd he , now ? shal I wayte for greater aboundance Of sowle-tormenting horrors ? shal I stil be a dying , And yet liuing stil ? Did I thrust my brest on a poynted Dart , when Phillis liu'd , though Phillis fled from Amyntas ? Yea , did an vntrue tale , did a heare-say woork in Amyntas Soe , that he threw himself fro the hill topp desperat , head-long , Hearing Phillis death by Fuluia falsly reported ? And shal Amyntas now , when he knows , when he sees , when he looks on , Lookes on Phillis alas , and see 's her fayntyly gasping , Lookes , and sees her alas , her last , last breath to be yeelding , Lookes , and sees those eyes with fathers hands to be cloased , ( Eyes by Amyntas his hands more worthyly for to be cloased ) Lookes , and sees , ( dead sight ) her sacred face to be cou'red , And corps embalmed ; shal hee now , now feare to be dying ? Daphne stayd darts-wound , and causd it , not to be deaths-wound , Desteny made downefall for that tyme not to be mortall ; But neyther Daphne , nor cursed Desteny hencefoorth Shall withdraw this knife from bleeding brest of Amyntas . Yf Daphne could not , nor cursed Desteny would not Keepe Phillis from death ; why should they keepe me fro Phillis ? Once it was my chaunce my naked louely Diana For to behould by the well ; but alas my louely Diana Her poore Actaeons true loue vnkyndely requyted , And freed Phillis did fly from freer Amyntas . Afterwards , forsooth , our wedding day was apoynted ; Apples tutcht my chyn , to my lipps streames louely aproached ; But when Tantalus hoapte his fruyte and streames to be tutching , Apples fled fro my chyn , fro my lipps streames louely retyred , Brydall by buryall was most vntymely preuented . Now , if woorse doe remayne , let come , let come to Amyntas Ere that Amyntas dy , for he meanes noemore to be trifling , But this self-sacrifice to the sweetest Saint to be offring . Goe poore Sheepe and Kydds , sometyme the delite of Amyntas , Seeke now somewhere els both boughes and grasse to refresh you , Make your way by the fyelds , and neuer staye for Amyntas , Lodg your selus at night , and neuer looke for Amyntas : Some pytyfull goodman wil take compassion on you , And feede you wandring , and bring you home by the eu'nyng : Now shal I neuer more your hornes with flowrs be adornyng , Now shal I neuer more yourselus to the fyelds be a dryuyng , Now shal I neuer more see you creepe vp to the Mountayns , Now shal I neuer more sitt downe and sing in a valley . Thinck it noe strange thing if Woolus dooe chaunce to deuoure you , Sith that Woolues are lyke to deuoure your master Amyntas , Vnles some good man this carkas chaunce to be cou'ring . Goe poore louing dogg ould Light-foote , seeke thee a master . Get thee a new master , since thyne ould master Amyntas Gets hym another dogg , fowle Cerberus horrible helhounde . Now shal I neuer more geue Light-foote bones to be gnawing , Now shal I neuer more cause Light-foote glooues to be fetching : Yf , for thy feeding from a whelp , thou meane to be thankfull , Then keepe rau'nyng Woolus from wounded corps of Amyntas . Pype , fitt for meryment , vnfitt for mourner Amyntas , Hang on this myrtle , til good luck send the a master , More blessed master , than tentymes cursed Amyntas . Roses fayre and red , which Phillis lou'd to be wearing , Keepe stil fayre and red , keepe fresh and louely for euer , My red blood shal stil geue new supply to the rednes . Yuychurch farewell ; farewel fayre Pembrokianaes Parck and loued lawndes ; and , if fayre Pembrokiana Scorne not my farewel , farewell fayre Pembrokiana . Hills and dales farewell , you pleasant walks of Amyntas , Floods and wells farewell , sweete looking glasse of Amyntas . Now shal I neuer more my sorrows vtter among you , Now shal I neuer more with clamors vaynly molest you . Handkercher farewell , sweete work of my bony Phillis , Handkercher many tymes made moyst with teares of Amyntas , Now shal thy Gelyflowrs ; which wanted nought but a rednes , Proue perfect Gelyflowres ; my blood shal geue them a rednes , Soe shal Phillis woork in part be the woork of Amyntas . Hart of gold , farewell , which Phillis gaue to Amyntas , Signe of a louing hart , which greeues my heart to be leauing : And would neuer leaue , vnles that I meant in a moment , This my liuing hart , and hart of gold to be leauing . Wedding ring , farewell , shee 's gone , whose yuory finger Should haue been thy grace : full well did I cause to be grauen In thy golden round , those words as true as a Gospell , Loue is a bitter-sweete , fit woords for bitter Amyntas . Farewell knife at last , whose poynt engrau'd in a thousand Barcks of trees that name , sweete name of my bony Phillis , And hard by that name ▪ this name of Louer Amyntas : Soe that in euery ash , these names stood , Phillis Amyntas , And each Beech-tree barck , bare these names , Phillis Amyntas : Pastors dayly did ask , what folk are , Phillis Amyntas ? Nymphs did dayly demaund , who wrote this , Phillis Amyntas ? But now , loued knife , thy paine is somwhat abridged , Now write Phillis alone , and noemore , Phillis Amyntas : Now write Phillis alone , but let not an ash , or a beech-tree Beare soe blessed a name , which only belongs to Amyntas : My brest shal be the barck , write Phillis name in Amyntas : And since sharpned poynt shal finde soe tender a subiect , Strike , engraue , cut , launse , spare not to be mightily wounding ▪ Let faire Phillis name to the eyes of louely beholders With blood-red letters in Amyntas his hart be apearing . Yet this murdring stroake to an other time he referred .

The twelfth day . ANd now since Phillis dead corps was layd in a coffyn Twelfth day came at last , when weake , yet wakeful Amyntas Spy'de through tyles of his house fayre Phoebus beames to be shynyng ▪ Which when he saw , then in haste hymself he began to be stirring , And with trembling knees , with mynde extreamely molested ; Passed along to the fyelds where graue of Phillis apeared , Meanyng there to the graue , to the ghost , to the scattered ashes His last lamenting in woeful wise to be making . But when he saw fresh flowrs and new grasse speedyly start vp , And Phillis sweete name ingrau'n by the hande of Amyntas , Then did he stay , and weepe , with an inward horror amased : And at length his knees on graue there fantyly bowing , With dolorous groanyngs his fatall howre he bewayled . This day , this same day , most blessed day of a thowsand , Shall be the first of ioy , and last of anoy to Amyntas , This shall bring mee myself to myself , and bring mee to Phillis . Let neyther father nor mother mourne for Amyntas , Let neyther kinsman , nor neighbour weepe for Amyntas , For Venus , only Venus doth lay this death on Amyntas , And Phillis sweete sowle in fayre fyelds stays for Amyntas . Yf you needs will shew some signe of loue to Amyntas , Then when life is gone , close vp these eyes of Amyntas , And with Phillis corps lay this dead corps of Amyntas , This shal Phillis please , and Phillis louer Amyntas . And thou good Thyrsis , dryue foorth those Sheepe of Amyntas , Least that Amyntas Sheepe dy with theyr master Amyntas . And thou good Daphne , when soe thou gang'st to the Mountayns , Dryue on Phillis Goates , fayre Phillis Goates to the Mountayns ; For now , now at length , i le leaue this life for a better , And seeke for mending in a most vnnatural ending . Must then Amyntas thus but a stripling murder Amyntas ? O what an imperious princesse is Queene Cytheraea ? For , stil-watching loue would neuer let me be resting , Nor neuer sleeping since Phillis went from Amyntas . And noe longer I can susteigne these infynit horrors And pangs incessant , which now are freshly renued And much augmented ; therfore am I fully resolued Of lingring loues wound to be speedily cur'd by a deaths-wound . Thus when he had contryu'd in his hart this desperat outrage , And meante fully to dy , with an hellish fury bewitched , What doe I stay , qd he , now ? t is losse of tyme to be lingring : Then with a fatall knife in a murdring hand , to the heauens Vp did he looke for a while , and groan'd with a deadly resounding , With thease woords his life and lamentation ending . Gods and ghosts forgiue , forget this fault of Amyntas , Pardon I craue of both , this knife shall bring me to Phillis , And end these myseries , though desteny flatly deny it . Eu'n as he spake these woords , downe fell deepe-wounded Amyntas , Fowling hands and ground with streames of blood that abounded . And good-natur'd ground pytying this fall of Amyntas , In most louing wise , very gently receaued Amyntas , And when he fell , by the fall , in mournefull sort , she resounded . Iupiter in meane-tyme , and th' other Gods of Olympus , When they saw this case ( though greate things were then in handling ) Yet lamented much , and then decree'd , that Amyntas Sowle should goe to the fyelds where blessed Phillis abydeth , And bloody corps should take both name and forme of a fayre flowre Call'd Amaranthus then , for Amyntas fryendly remembrance . Whil'st these things by the Gods were thus decree'd in Olympus , Senses were all weake , and almost gone from Amyntas , Eyes were quyte sightles , deaths-pangs and horror aproached . Then with his head half vp , most heauyly groaned Amyntas , And as he groan'd , then he felt his feete to the ground to be rooted , And seeking for a foote could fynde noe foote to be sought for , For both leggs and trunck to a stalk were speedily changed , And that his ould marrow to a cold iuyce quickly resolued , And by the fame could iuyce this stalk stil lyuely apeared . Which strange change when he felt , then he lifted his arms to the heauens , And , when he lifted his armes , then his arms were made to be branches ; And now face and hayre of Amyntas lastly remayned ; O what meane you Gods to prolong this life of Amyntas ? O what meane you Gods ? with an hollow sound he repeated , Vntil his hollow sound with a stalk was speedily stopped , And fayre face and hayre bare forme and shape of a fayre flowre , Flowre with fayre red leaues , fayre red blood gaue the begynnyng . Then with bow and shafts , and paynted quyuer about hym , Vprose Lord of loue from princelyke seate in Olympus , And , when t' was too late , laments this losse of a louer , Speaking thus to the Gods of this new flowre of Amyntas . Myrtle's due to Venus , greene laurel's deare to Apollo , Corne to the Lady Ceres , and vines to the yong mery Bacchus , But thou fayre Amaranthus , gentlest flowre of a thowsand , Shalt be my flowre henceforth , and though thou camst from a bleeding , Yet blood shalt thou staunch , this guyft wil I geue the for euer : And by the pleasant parke where gentlemynded Amyntas Lately bewayld his loue , there thy leaues louly for euer , Boyes and gyrls and Nymphs , shall take a delite to be plucking , Take a delyte of them theyr garlands gay to be making . And now in meane tyme whylst these things were thus a working , Good louing neighbours for a long tyme myssed Amyntas , And by the caues of beasts , by the dungeons darck , by the deserts , And by the hills and dales , by the wells and watery fountayns , Sought for Amyntas long , but neuer met with Amyntas . Downe in a dale at last , where trees of state , by the pleasant Yuychurches parck , make all to be sole , to be sylent , Downe in a desert dale , Amaryllis found Amaranthus , ( Nymph , that , Amyntas lou'd , yet was not lou'd of Amyntas ) Founde Amaranthus fayre , seeking for fayrer Amyntas ; And with fayre newe flowre fayre Pembrokiana presented . Who , by a strayte edict , commaunded yearely for euer Yuychurches Nymphs and Pastors all to be present , All , on that same day , in that same place to be present , All , Amaranthus flowre in garlands then to be wearing , And all , by all meanes Amaranthus flowre to be praysing , And all , by all meanes his Amyntas death to be mournyng . Yea , for a iust monyment of tender-mynded Amyntas , With new found tytles , new day , new dale she adorned , Cal'd that , Amyntas Day , for loue of louer Amyntas , Cal'd this , Amyntas Dale , for a name and same to Amyntas . FINIS .

The Lamentation of Corydon , for the loue of Alexis , verse for verse out of Latine . SIlly Shepherd Corydon lou'd hartyly fayre lad Alexis His masters dearling , but saw noe matter of hoping ; Only amydst darck groues thickset with broade-shadoe beech-trees Dayly resort did he make , thus alone to the woods , to the mountayns , With broken speeches fond thoughts there vaynly reuealing . O hard-harted Alexis , I see my verse to be scorned , Myself not pytyed , my death by thee lastly procured . Now doe the beasts eu'n seeke for cooling shade to refresh them , And now greene Lyzards in bushes thorny be lurking , And , for faynt reapers by the suns rage , Thestilis hastnyng , Strong-smelling wylde tyme and garlyck , beates in a mortar : But whil'st scorcht Corydon doth trace his louely Alexis , Groaues by the hoarce-chirping Grashoppers yeeld a resownding . Wast not farr better t' haue borne with surly Menalcas , And sore displeased , disdaigneful , prowd Amaryllis , Although thou white were , although but swarty Menalcas ? O thou fayre white Boy , trust not too much to thy whytenes : Fayre whyte flow'rs fall downe , black fruyts are duely reserued . Thou car'st not for mee : my state thou knowst not Alexis , What flocks of white Sheepe I doe keepe , of mylk what aboundance ▪ On Sicil high Mountayns my Lambs feede more than a thowsand ; New mylk in summer , new mylk in wynter I want not : My song's like Thebane Amphions song , when he called His wandring bullocks on Greekish mount Aracynthus . Nor soe fowle be my lookes ; for I saw myself by the sea-shore , When seas all calme were : I le orecome Daphnis , I doubt not , Eu'n by thy owne iudgement , vnles my face doe deceaue mee . O let this be thy will , to frequent my rustical harbors , And simple cotages , sticking in forcks to vphould them , And driue on forward our flock of Kidds to the mallowes . Wee wil amidst wylde woods contend Pans song to resemble ; Pan was first that quills with wax tyde ioyntly togeather , Pan is good to the sheepe , and Pan is good to the sheepesman . Neither think it a shame to thyself t' haue playd on a corne-pipe ▪ For , that he might doe the same with skil , what did not Amyntas ? Damaetas long since did geue me a pipe for a token , Compackt of seu'n reedes all placed in order vnaequall : And thus said when he dy'de ; one vsed it only before thee : Thus said Damaetas ; this greeued foolish Amyntas . Also twooe prety kidds doe I keepe , late found in a valley Dangerus , and theyr skins with milk-white spots be bedecked , Of dams milk not a drop they leaue , and for the I keepe them : Thestilis of long tyme hath these kydds of me desired : And they shall be her owne , for that thou scorn'st what I geue thee . Come neare , ô faire boy ; loe , Nymphs here bring thee the Lillies With full stuft baskets , faire Naïs , loe , to thy comfort White Violets gath'ring , and Poppies daintily topping , Daffadil adds to the same , and leaues late pluckt fro the sweete Dill : Then mingling Casia , with diuers sauory sweete flowres , With yealowish Marigold she the tender Crowto bedecketh . I le pluck hoare Quinces with soft downe daintily cloathed , And Chessnutts which were lou'd of my sweete Amaryllis : Add wil I wheate plumbs too , for this fruite will be regarded : And you , Lawrell leaues , wil I pluck , and next to the Lawrell Leaues , I le pluck Myrtle ; for soe plac't , yeeld yee the sweete sent . Th' art but a foole Corydon ; for first , guifts moue not Alexis , Then , though thou giue much , yet much more giue wil Iolas . But what alas did I meane ? I doe let goe madly the Southwinde Into the flowrs , and boars send foreward into the cleare springs . Whom sli'st thou , fond boy ? Many Gods haue gladly resorted And Paris of Troy-towre , to the woods : let towres by Minerua Built , by Minerua be kept , and woods of vs only regarded . Grimme Lionesse runneth to the Woolf , and Woolf to the yong-Goate , And wanton yong-Goate to the flowring Tetrifol hastneth , And Coridon to Alexis ; a self-ioy draweth on each man . But loe , Plow coms home hangd fast by the yoke to the bullocks , And shadoe , by Phoebus declining , dooble apeareth , Yet doe I burne with loue : for what meane can be to louing ? Ah Coridon , Coridon , what mad rage hath thee bewitched ? Thy vine's scarce half cut , pestred with leaues of her elmetree ▪ Leaue this churlish boy ; and bend thyself to thy busnes ; With twiggs and bulrush some needful thing be a making : Thou shalt finde others , though th' art disdaign'd of Alexis . FINIS .

The beginning of Heliodorus his Aethiopical History . ASsoone as Sun-beames could once peepe out fro the mountayne And by the dawne of day had somewhat lightned Olympus , Men , whose lust was law , whose life was stil to be lusting , Whose thryuing theeuing , conueyd themselues to an hil-top , That stretched forward to the Heracleotical entry And mouth of Nylus : looking thence downe to the maine-sea For sea-faring men ; but seeing none to be sayling , They knew 't was booteles to be looking there for a booty : Soe that straight fro the sea they cast theyr eyes to the sea-shore ; Where they saw , that a ship very strangely without any shipman Lay then alone at roade , with cables tyde to the maine-land , And yet full-fraighted , which they , though farr , fro the hil-top , Easily might perceaue by the water drawne to the deck-boords ▪ But men on euery side lay scattred along by the sea-shore , Some dead , some dying , some whose corps heauily panting Shewed a late fighting , though noe iust cause of a fighting : Onely a man might gesse , there had been some bloody banket Which to the guests quaffing gaue such vnfortunat ending . For bancks with tables , tables with daynty deuises And delicate dishes were there well stored , amongst which Some seru'd as weapons in this soe desperat onset , Weapons with pale hands of dead-men greedily clasped : Some lay as cou'rings on such as feare had amazed , Cou'rings for feint harts whoe thither seem'd to be creeping , Cupps were all throwne downe ; some fell fro the greedy carowsers Hands feint and feeble ; some flew like stones fro the fingers Of them , whoe new shifts for deadlifts quickly preparing , Vsd ' bowles for bullets , and caused pots to be pellets . Of them , whose carkas lay mangled along by the sea-shoare , Some with fire were burnt , and some were brusde with a leuer , Some with an axe were knockt , and some were hurt with a shel-fish , With shels of sea-fish , by the sea-shore euer abounding , Some this way , some that ; but most with feathered arrowes . Soe blood brewd with wyne , soe buffets ioyn'd to the banquets , Killing with swilling and beating vnto the eating , Caused a strange wonder to the theeues , whoe saw fro the hil-top Men kyld , noe killers ; many dead , noe conqueror extant , Victory , noe spoyling , shipp fraughted , yet not a shipman . But , notwithstanding for a time they stood thus amazed , Yet for greedy desire of gaine they hastened onward And drew nere to the place , where men lay all to bemangled , And ship-full-fraughted ; thinking themselues to bee victors . But , good God , what a sight , what a strange sight , yea , what a sweet fight , And yet a woeful sight , to the theeues vnlookt-for apeared ? There was a maide soe made , as men might thinck her a Goddesse , There was a sweete-fac't maide , that sate on a rock by the sea-shore , Sate on a rock full sad to behold this desperat outrage , Sad , yet not dismaid to behold this desperat outrage , For that a maidens face was there well matcht with a mans-hart . Lawrel crowned her head , but her head gaue grace to the lawrell : Left hand arm'd with a bow , and back with a quyuer adorned , Right hand held vp her head ; her thye was a stay to the right hand : Head neuer mouing , eyes euer fixed on one thing , Fixed on one yong man sore wounded downe by the sea-shore . Sore-wounded yongman now lifted his eyes to the heauens Heauily , like to a man that 's wak'ned late from a dead sleepe , And yet he seemed faire and looked louely for all that ; And though some bloody spots his face had lately defaced , His whitenes by the red more fresh and liuely apeared . Sore-wounded yongman for grief now closed his eye-lidds , And yet he causd this mayd very steedily stil to behold him , Stil to behold his wounds and face very steedily , soe that Whosoe lookt to the mayd must alsoe looke to the yongman ; Whoe , when he came t' himself , these woords very faintily vttred : And art thou yet saulf , thou sweetest soule of a thousand , Or by thy death hast thou augmented this bloody slaughter ? Whether death doe triumph , or whether life be prolonged , Whom Loue hath ioyned , noe death shall cause to be seu'red . In thee alone doe I ioy , and for thee alone am I liuing , On thee alone doe I see my wealth to be wholly depending . And thee alone I doe loue , that sweete Nymph quickly replyed , On thee alone I relye : therefore was I fully resolued , With this knife , loe here , t' haue speedily giu'n mee my deaths-wound But that I lookt for life , and hoapt for a tymely recou'ry . Thus said , lightly she leapt fro the stone ; which made the beholders Like men lately amazd with a lightning , run to the bushes , And there hyde themselues for feare and wonder among them . For , standing vpright , this mayde more stately apeared , And much more diuine , and farr more lyke to a Goddesse . Her shafts on shoulders did clash by her hasty remouing , Her gold-wrought garments by the Sun-beames glystred about her , And fro the greene garland her fayre hayre sweetly beseeming Scattred abroade by the wynde , fell dayntily downe to the gyrdle : Which princelyke marching of a mayden greatly apaled Those timorous vagabonds , whoe peeping out fro the bushes Saw thus a strange wonder , but knew noe cause of a wonder . Some said , Sure this Nymph must needs be the mighty Diana ▪ Some rather thought her that great Aegyptian Isis Whom those men worshipt ; and some were flatly resolued That some Priest of Gods inspyr'd with fury from heauen Had causd that bloodshed ; soe euery man was a gessing , Noeman gessed aright , noeman came nere to the matter . But shee away gan fly , and ran forthwith to the yongman , Weeping sore for his hurts , his wounds very daintily wiping , Kissing , embracing , pitying , and greatly bewayling His late misfortune and griefe ; which causd the beholders Quickly to change their minde and former opinion alter . And are these , said they , such wondrous woorks of a Goddesse ? What ? can a Goddesse kisse , can a Goddesse clip thus a dead-man ? What ? can such loue-tricks and fancies fly to the heauens ? Nay , then downe let s goe , and see what may bee the matter : Soe then downe they goe to behold what might be the matter , Goe to the mayde ; whoe then this yongmans wounds was a dressing . When they came to the mayde , they stopt and staid on a soddaine , And not a woord , for life , was there once vttred among them , And not a deede , for life , was there attempted among them , But like stocks or stones they stoode very ghastly beside her . When she beheld the shadoes of men stand rightly before her , And perceaued a sound and noyse of somewhat about her ; Thereat somewhat mou'd , herself shee remoued a litle , And lookt back for a while , but againe very speedily stouped Downe to the yongmans wounds , and them with care was a dressing , Noething troubled at all to behold that company theeuish , Which there gapte for a pray , and glistred in armor about her . Such is true-loues force , that where it taketh a lyking , There noe payne is felt , noe pleasure can be regarded In respect of that which is soe dearely beloued . But when those Rakehells gan march on bowldly before her With fowle black visages , making some shew of an onset , Vp then againe , poore wench , herself shee began to bee lyfting , And thus spake , theyr lookes , and countnance ougly beholding . Yf that you be the ghosts of such as lately departed , Then doe yee vs greate wrong with such strange sights to molest vs : For moste parte of you your selus haue fylthyly murdred , And wee for our sauegard , God knowes , were forc't to be fighting Syth force and violence were offered vnto my person : Yf not ghosts but men , then sure yee bee theeues , as apeareth By your night-walking ; and wee shall thinck it a pleasure , If you cause our death , our death cause griefe to be dying . Thus shee bewayld her woe ; but alas those barbarus outlawes Vnderstood noe woord , noe part of her heauy bewayling ; But there left them alone as noething lyke to be starting ; And ran straight to the ship with treasures wished abounding , With precious diamonds , gold , syluer , curius arrace Cloathes , and finest sylk themselus all heauyly loading , Other wares , that were of lesse price , lightly regarding . When that enough was brought , and pray pleasd greedy desyring , All was caste on a heape , and then they fell to dyuyding And parting booties , by the greatenes , not by the goodnes , Thincking afterwards , of those poore sowles to determyne , Pooreman , poore mayden . But now whilst this was a working , Other theeues gan aproach , whose foremen lustyly praunsing Were two stout horsemen , resolute , and fram'd for an onset . First theeues feare last theeues ( one robber robbeth an other ) Feare , and fly for feare ; and leaue theyr booty behynde them , Least by a quyck pursuyte theyr pray might chaunce to betray them Into the hands of these last theeues , in number abounding , They ten , these thrice ten . Now , now that louely Virago Was captyued againe , poore sowle , and yet not a captyue . For these last rouers , though greedyly bent to the booty . Yet somwhat fearefull ( theeues always vse to be fearefull ) And with wonder amasd ( such sight might well be a wonder ) Paused a whyle , and thought those former theeues to be autors Of this fowle outrage : but when they lastly reflected Theyr distracted sight to the braue and glorius obiect Of sweete Nymph , with strange attyre yet costly adorned , Stowt-hart Nymph , that styrd not a foote nor feard any danger , ( And yet well , too well shee might haue feared a danger ) Constant Nymph , whose eyes , hart , hands were bent to the yongman , Louing Nymph , pytying this youngman more then her owneself , ( And yet most pytyfull , God knows , shee seemed her ownself ) Theeues themselus , rude theeues were eu'n compeld to be wondring At this mayds courage , nothing dismayd at a myschif , At this mayds persnage , noething empayrd by a myschif , At this man , though sore , yet tall and comely apearing Eu'n as hee lay on ground ; for now was hee somwhat amended , And had strength at length and former beauty recou'red . After much gazing , theyr guyde and capten aproaching Caught poore mayde by the hande , and bade her for to bee rysing And accompany hym : poore mayde surprysde by the capten Vnderstood not a woord , ( as borne in a contrary countrey ) And yet gest what hee ment : and cleaued fast to the yongman , And held yongman fast , and euery way shee declared ; Vnles yongman went , shee neuer meant to be going , Vnles yongman went , herself shee meant to be murdring , And with a knife in her hand to her hart shee begins to be poynting . Which when theyre capten ( with some compassion harcknyng ) Partly by her wyld talk perceau'd , but chiefly by gesture , And saw this yongman , though wounded , yet to be manly , And very lyke to be fitt for some greate noble auenture If that he once might chaunce his former strength to recouer , Hymself dismounting commaunds his squyre to be lighting , And yongman youngmayd to the horses straight to be lyfting , Then byds his fellowes take opportunyty offred , And make haste after , when spoyles and booty be gathred : Himself by theyr sydes stil runs as a page or a lackey , Staying wounded-man , weake mayde for feare of a falling . Thus was a Lord at last made vassall vnto a vassall , Thus was a braue capten made captyue vnto a captyue ; Soe doth Noblesse woork , and soe much bewty preuayleth , That very theeues themselus it some cyuylyty teacheth , And theyr bruytish breasts to a new humanyty frameth . Thus for two forlongs they passed along by the sea-shore ; Then leauing Neptune , they turn'd theyr course to the left-hand Ouer a hill to a poole , which there lyes downe in a valley , Valley growne to a lake and standing poole by the swelling And ouerflowing of Nilus downe to the valley : Poole very huge and deepe , whose vtmost bryms by the marshes , As salt sea by the shore , enclosd , was a notable harbor Of rogues and robbers and all Aegyptian outlawes . Theyr floating whyrries are soe contryued in order , That they serue these theeues aswell for coates to be dwelling , As for boates , by the poole , that rogish sea , to be passing : Since each part of land lyes ouerspred by the water , But some smale angles and nookes , that chaunce to be peeping Here and there by the poole : whereon these raskaly scapethriftes Patch vprude cotages , fitt bowres for such an asembly . In these boates theyr trulles and wyues keepe vsual howshold , Here theyr bratts are borne and bred , fit neast for a poole-byrde . Poole-byrde first brought foorth , sucks mothers mylk for a season , Then feeds on fishes , when sucking dayes be determynd , Fishes caught in poole , and rosted a whyle by the sun-beames . But when hee fynds his feete , and gyns by the boate to be creeping , One legg's tyde to a cord , for feare of a fall or a ducking : Soe this yong crackrope , by a corde is traynd to a halter , And scapes from drownyng , that hee may growe fit for a hangyng . Euery yonker that fro the poole thus takes a begynnyng , In this poole stil keepes , and there doth he make his abyding : Poole is his howse and home ; in poole his lyfe hee reposeth Poole is a trusty refuge which poole-babes strongly protecteth . This makes wandryng squyres that lyue by the spoyle of an other , Shyfters , nyght-walkers , rouers , and all the detested Pack of rogues to the poole , tag , rag , to be dayly repayring , As Lords and Ladies of a lake , securely triumphing . For this marsh with reedes , this poole with water abounding , Water seru's as a wall , and reedes insteede of a bullwarck . And for a further strength to the place , they craftyly framed Dyuers blynde by wayes and crooked walks with a thousand Turnyngs and wyndings , aswell known vnto the autors And marshmen themselus , as not known vnto a stranger . Soe that on euery syde they thick theyr fort to be fenced , And noe danger at all , and noe pursuyte to be feared . Now had fyery Phlegon his dayes reuolution ended , And his snoring snowt with salt waues all to bee washed , When to the Poole with spoyles , &c. Carmen amat , quisquis carmine digna gerit . FINIS .

Errata .

B. 29. He that will , may for those verses ,

I le soone charme thy cheeke , this secreate lately I learned Of Beldame Sagane , for an yuory combe that I gaue her .

Reade these ,

I le soone charme thy cheeke : this charme did Aresia teach mee , For myne yuory horne , with gold all brauely adorned .

D. 14. In most part of the impression , by too much haste , bastneth went foorth , insteede of , hasteneth . l. 2. 29. For sloodes , reade floodes . K. 3. 17 For eorps , reade corps .

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