Since he is nearest alwayes to assist us;
But stay, I cannot guess from all I've heard,
The cause that should disturb _Antonio_;
Except 'tis Jealousie: Yet how can that be?
If _Cælia's_ vitious there's no vertuous Women.
But now I think how much he rail'd at Marriage,
And more our Arguments concerning doubt,
These things perswade he's Jealous! But of whom?
The more I think, the more I am confounded!
How Clouded Man
Doubts first, and from one doubt doth soon proceed
A thousand more in solving of the first;
Like Nighted Travellers we lose our way;
Then every _Ignis Fatuus_ makes us stray.
By the false Lights of Reason led about,
Till we arrive where we at first set out:
"Nor shall we e're Truths perfect High-way see,
Till dawns the Day-break of Eternity."
[Exit.
_Enter _Eugenia_._
_Eug._ I am amaz'd the Nurse should stay so long;
My Anger makes each minute seem an hour:
That Woman is a thing made up of mischief;
Some Fatal Devil sure did guide the Choyce
My Mother made, in choosing her our Nurse.
She's Fool to th' height: And yet hath wit enough
To tread all Labyrinths of Treachery;
But that's no wonder: For who's Treacherous
That wants not Eyes to see it's ugly Form?
For now I fear, and I believe not vainly,
That Villain, _Jasper_, knows all my concerns,
Or what could prompt him to that Impudence
He did express in his address today.
_Enter Nurse._
Thou fatal Hagg, thou Mother of all mischief,
What Devil taught thy perjur'd Tongue the way
To tell the shame which thou didst first occasion?
_Nurse._ Pray what ayls you, Madam, are you mad?
_Eug._ I wish I was, as I have cause enough,
For then I should not know the shame attends me,
In being Table-talk for every Rascal,
As thou (Hell thank thee for it) now hast made me.
_Nurse._ I made you Table-talk! There's no such thing;
I've been too faithful to you, that I have;
Losing my sleep full oft to watch your pleasure.
And is this all I get? It is no matter, I
Shall be even with you.
_Eug._ Threaten on (for thou hast Acted all thy threats, Imp)
In letting _Jasper_ know my shame and folly.
_Nurse._ _Jasper_ knows nothing, that he does not, from me,
And I will ask him; fore your face, I will,
If I e're said _Francisco_ lay with you.
_Eug._ 'Tis plain, thy guilt transported thee to madness,
Else thou wouldst never make thy Tongue a Herauld
So loud, for to proclaim to all the House
The Action you'd perswade me still is secret.
_Nurse._ If you talk lowd your self, why may not I?
But I'le bring _Jasper_ to you shall deny all.
_Eug._ What mischief upon mischief she designs?
Dost think, like thine, my Modesty is gone?
To have this argu'd out before my face
And such a Villaine by?--
_Nurse._ A Villain, say you?
No Villain neither, I wou'd have you know;
No more then is _Francisco_: pick that bone,
Or if you will, I'le bid _Gerardo_ do it.
Dee' think to rail at me? Is that my thanks?
_Eug._ My feares I see will force me to dissemble;
Nurse, I but try'd thy patience; I believe
Thou would'st not tell that secret for the world,
No, tho' it were to _Jasper_.
_Nurse._ _Jasper's_ an honest fellow, and no Villain;
And did he know a secret, he could keep it.
_Eug._ But have you told it then?
_Nurse._ No matter what I've done, I will not tell you,
Because you vext and rated at me so.
_Eug._ Well, Nurse, I did believe you lov'd me better.
[Weeps.
And wou'd trust me with any thing you did,
But I perceive your kindness all for _Jasper_.
_Nurse._ I love _Jasper_ well, and love you too,
And you shall have no wrong I warrant you.
_Eug._ The thing is plain, I need not ask no further.
But where's the remedy? Nurse, prethee tell me,
What did _Francisco_ say unto my message?
_Nurse._ I, there's a bus'ness now worth asking for.
He sayes, he's glad you'l condescend to meet;
Nay, he's a glad man, I'le tell you that, i' faith,
He bid me say, you were a gallant Girle,
So to Revenge his quarrel on _Gerardo_.
_Eug._ _Gerardo_, said you! O thy mouth's a Sieve!
There's not a secret thou canst keep a moment;
Did I not charge thee not to name _Gerardo_,
Till I should speak of it myself to him?
Nay, 'tis the greatest motive makes me meet him,
For to prevent the mischiefs else may follow;
Well, I am curst for sin, and thou art made
The cause o' th' sin, and curse that does attend it.
_Nur._ What, are you got to railing again for nothing?
Pray who has most discretion to tell a bus'ness,
You, or I? But you, forsooth, are grown so proud of late
Because you hope to Marry _Don Gerardo_;
That there's no speaking to you: Marry gip.
'Faith I shall spoil your Market.
[Exit.
_Eug._ Do thy worst
(for I am resolv'd to suffer once for all)
Death would be better then this Slavery,
And that's the worst can happen
Should she tell my Brother, or _Gerardo_, my whole story;
That's dying once, but I by fear thus fool'd,
Do hourly dye, since still I Death behold.
[Exit.
_Enter _Jasper_ and _Antonio_._
_Jasp._ My Lord, I'm confident this is the House,
Wherein the Woman Lives I told you of.
_Anto._ Knock then; and if she comes, do you speak to her,
I'le stand aloof a while, and hear you talk.
[Jasper _knocks_.
_Enter Witch with a block Rod, which she turns over her Head, whilst
_Jasper_ makes a private sign of his Lord's being there._
_Jasp._ Hail, Reverend Mother; I suppose you are
That famous Artist who Commands this House,
Which if you be, with confidence I beg,
You would resolve some Questions I should ask;
Which if you please to do, my gratitude
Shall be proportion'd to the kindness done.
_Witch._ What prating Fellow's here? Your Lord _Antonio_
Need not to doubt my Art, or if he did,
He might have sent some wiser Man to try me.
Come, come, my Lord,
I am no Cheating Chymist, that requires
A Faith in Fools to make his work successful.
No, no, my Power is boundless, I can search
The secrets of your Soul, and when I've done
Solve all the doubts that there possess your mind;
That Women should be Women, is no wonder.
_Anto._ But that Women should turn Devils, is.
_Witch._ No, no, my Lord, I am no Devil neither.
_Anto._ Mother! I meant not you, when I said so.
_Witch._ Son, Son, excuse it not, you have no cause
To love us Women much, and I'm not angry
At what you said, though I know what you meant.
_Ant._ Then, Mother, by these Powers you practice by,
I do Conjure you, shew me all the truth
Of what you know concerns my coming hither.
_Witch._ Come, enter in, my Lord, and nothing fear;
There's not a doubt of yours but shall be clear.
I've sent a Spirit out, who will e're long,
Bring all the Names of those have done you wrong.
[Ex. and return.
_Enter _Antonio_, _Jasper_, and Witch, as in the House; in the
Scenes a Chair, by which _Jasper_ stands, and Witch goes round._
_Witch._ Sit in this Chair, my Lord, whilst I do draw
A Sacred Line, which shall the Spirits aw.
About, about, I tread a Round,
Where I tread is Sacred Ground.
Thus and thus the Air I charm,
To keep my Circle free from harm;
Thus I sprinkle Water pure,
And by it all the Charm secure;
The Spirits that fiery are dare not come near us,
Earth, Air, and Water do make e'm to fear us.
Then boldly sit, boldly see, boldly despise
What Spirits soever do happen to rise.
_Witch sings._
_Rise, arise, arise, rise and come away,
My little pretty Spirit _Puncula_:
What, not appear at thy Mistresses call,
I'le surely torment thee; thou shalt not suck at all.
Arise then, I say--_
[Spirit within sings.
Spir. _I come, I come away,
The Wind it blows hard, and forces me astray._
_Witch._ Let's wait a little, he'l appear, my Lord.
_Anto._ Fear seizes me so fast, that all my Spirits
Retire, and leave an Ague in my Joynts.
_Enter a Spirit._
_Witch._ Come, have you done
What I gave you in charge,
If you have, I command you to tell it at large.
Spirit sings.
_As you bid, I did go to the Caverns below
Where the Spirits Inhabit that Govern the Wind.
And though in their motions they be,
And see
Far, far quicker than we,
Yet no Intelligence there I could find.
From thence, like Lightning, I shot to the Pole,
Where at a hole
I glided to the Region of the Air:
But the Spirits above
Do Mankind so love,
That they drove me from them with despair.
From thence, in a moment, to _Ætna_ I came,
Where the Spirits of fire that Inhabit that flame:
Told me, all that I sought for they knew;
Though to Spirits of Earth,
As I am by Birth;
They'd not tell it; yet hither they flew.
And hereabouts they stay, till you pray,
And attone them with Offerings to tell your desire;
For these from of Old
Have been Lovers of Gold,
The Mettles being Govern'd by Spirits of fire_.
[Exit.
_Witch._ It's necessary, Son, you throw them something,
For o're these Spirits I have no Command.
_Anto._ Oh, any thing; take this and throw it them;
But do release me of the fear I'm in,
And quickly solve my doubts, take all I have.
_Witch._ There is Gold, there is Gold to you Spirits of fire;
He does willingly offer what you do desire.
_Enter first Spirit, second Spirit Ascends. After some flashes
of fire they sing._
1. Spir. _What Spirit did _Lewis_ attend?_
2. Spir. _It was I._
1. Spir. _Declare to that Lord what you know._
2. Spir. _I need not, the cause he did dye
Was that truth to him known long ago._
Chor. _He's dead, he's dead, he's dead, and now
For hot desires,
In endless fires
Must Live, must now forever Live with us below._
Chor. _He's dead, he's dead, &c._
_Anto._ Horrid and wonderful.
1. Spir. _Who all _Cælia's_ Crimes does know?_
2. Spir. _It is I, but must not shew
All her ill,
For I will_
[Third Spirit Ascends.
_Fit her better e're she go
To her Paramour below._
3. Spir. _But I that _Francisco_ attend,
Can declare,
That he as a Friend
To _Don Lewis_ doth share
I'th' stolen Embraces of _Cælia's_ sweet Arms;
They kiss and lye down,
Then _Lewis_ bemoan,
Thus with thoughts of Revenge they double Loves charms._
Chor. _They kiss and lye, &c._
_Anto._ Thus I have warm'd a Viper in my bosom,
That wanted only heat enough to sting me,
And give me Death it self.
1. Spir. _After him can _Pedro_ stay til't be day;
Thus they sport the Night away,
_Flora_ watching whilst they do
Laugh at you,
Saying, where's the Cuckold now?_
1. Spir. _They sport._
2. Spir. _They laugh._
3. Spir. _They kiss and play,
Till your return, doth make e'm mourn,
And spoils their Holy~day._
Chor. _Thus they will do untill they dye,
When we in Hell, shall think it well
To have their pleasant Company._
[They Descend.
_Anto._ And that shall be this Night; make ready then
Fires that may fit so brave a pack of Letchers;
If you delight in Offerings; and for Gold
Can but increase their Torments, I will sell
All my Estate to turn it into that,
Daily to add more fewel to their flames.
Let Fools that spend their Wealth on Priests for Prayers,
Be Cheated still, I'le take a surer way,
Torments for Souls are penny-worths I'le buy,
And there is Reason in it; for 'tis likely
Hell may take Bribes, when surely Heav'n won't.
Oh Excellent project! Is't not a good one, _Jasper_?
By Hell it self, this Night Hell hath e'm all.
_Witch._ Your Lordship's much disturb'd, I by my Art
Will cause the Air to give a Melody,
So to compose your Spirits to themselves.
[She waves her stick. Musick and an Antick Dance of Devils
handing the Purse (_Antonio_ threw) to one another, toward the
Close of which a noise without makes both Musick and Dance stop:
But beginning again, a noise within makes e'm flye. The Witch
trembles.
_Within._ Break op'e the doors, nay, sure enough they're here.
_Anto._ By Heav'n some Cheat, for these can be no Devils.
I'le follow e'm, and see--
[Draws his Sword.
_Jasp._ It is some trick to draw you from the Circle.
[_Jasp._ holds him.
_Anto._ Be what it will, Death cannot make me worse;
Unhand me then, or I will sheath this in you.
[Exit.
_Witch._ O, we're undone, the Officers will enter,
[Noise continues.
And my Lord will see the holes they creep into,
And so discover them, then we shall all be hang'd.
I'le tell my Lord the truth of all the Cheat,
And that way save my Life.
_Jasp._ What's that? No stratagem to help it?
Have you no hole near us, Aunt?
_Witch._ Yes, here is one, but should we go into't,
The other taken once, will soon betray us.
_Jasp._ I'le hazzard that, rather then certain Death.
And therefore to save one, I'le hide you there.
[Kills her.
_Witch._ O thou ungrateful Dog, dost kill me for my Love?
_Jasp._ No muttering, Aunt, dye quietly, and lye as
Quietly; 'tis the greatest kindness you can
Do me; So, now a ready lye clears all I hope.
[Runs her through often, then throws her into the hole, she
shun'd him, then lyes down and trembles.
_Enter _Antonio_._
_Anto._ The Officers entring, they all vanish'd.
_Jasp._ The last is well.
_Anto._ Where's the Witch? What makes you tremble so?
_Jasp._ O, do not take me too, good Devil, do not.
_Anto._ What ayls the Fellow? _Jasper_, don't you know me?
_Jasp._ Alas, is't you, my Lord?
_Anto._ Ay, where's the Witch?
_Jasp._ She got upon a fiery Dragons back,
And mounted like a Rocket through the Air,
Leaving me half distracted.
_Anto._ 'Tis strange and wonderful.
[Enter Captain and Watch.
_1. Watch._ Here's two of them.
_Capt._ My Lord _Antonio_! 'Tis strange to meet you thus
In a suspitious House so late in the Evening.
_Anto._ Riding by the River side to take the Air,
My Horse threw me, which made me see
For some convenient House to rest a while,
And met with this, wherein I have slept this hour,
And I believe had done so longer yet,
Had not your noise awak'd me.
_Capt._ My Lord, I've no Commission to enquire,
Into Persons bus'ness of your eminent Rank;
It is for other Men that I search now,
Some half a score the most notorious Rogues
About the Town were seen to enter here.
Saw you none such, my Lord?
_Anto._ No, on my Honour;
For since I enter'd here, no human shape
Was seen by me, but one Old wither'd Woman;
And where she's gone, I know not.
_Capt._ My Lord, that Woman is the greatest Cheat
About the Town; the simple think her a Witch;
But I can witness for her she is none;
My Lord, you'l pardon me, if I search for her.
_Anto._ With all my heart: Pray find her if you can;
'Twas my misfortune doubled to light here.
_Capt._ It might have prov'd so:
Search the House.
[Exit Watch.
I'le tell your Lordship what I know of her.
Walking my Round one Night, who should I meet,
But (as I thought) two Devils, by their shapes;
An Old one, and a Young one, so they seem'd:
At first the sight amaz'd me, but at last
My Reason telling me, if they were Spirits,
The mischief they intended they might do,
Though I should run away: I bid my Guard
Stand, whilst my self advanc'd near these shapes,
Which as I did, the little Devil fled, th' other seem'd
To turn it's Eyes to fire, and glare upon me;
I still advanc'd, Arm'd with my former thoughts,
And as I nearer came, the fire grew duller,
Yet still it stood, for truly it could not run,
Proving, when I laid hold on't, this Old Woman,
Cas'd in a Leopard's skin; the fiery Eyes
Prov'd but two Lobster-shells: So she confessing,
That for a Living she did use these Cheats,
Helping poor People to their stolen Goods,
In Devils shapes to countenance the Trade.
And that the other was a little Boy,
Train'd up as her Familiar, whom she producing,
I only threaten'd them, and let them go.
_Anto._ A subtle Cheat it was, and very likely,
And you deserv'd Reward that did detect it.
_Jasp._ A Halter it should be, were I to give it.
[Aside.
_Enter the Watch with one of the Devils Remarkable Habits,
and a Viol._
_1. Watch._ We've search'd sufficiently, but all we find
Is a poor Devils skin, and a base Viol.
_Capt._ I, this is like the other, I'm glad 'twas found,
'Twill prove the story true I told your Lordship.
_Anto._ It does, to my amazement.
_Capt._ I'm glad it was my hap to meet you here,
Your Lordship might have got some mischief else.
_Anto._ I might indeed, and I'm beholding to you:
And, Captain, take my word, I'le speak your worth
To the Vice-Roy, who is my Kinsman,
And will take care for to advance your merit.
_Capt._ In that you'l bind my Service: Yet, my Lord,
Shall I not wait your Lordship to your House?
_Anto._ No, 'twill be wonder'd at, besides, I've Horses here.
_Capt._ Then Health and a good Night attend your Lordship.
_Anto._ I thank you. Captain; here, Watch, there's some-
Thing for you.
_1. Watch._ Bless your Noble Lordship.
[Ex. Capt. and Watch.
_Anto._ _Jasper_! Did you hear this?
_Jasp._ Ay, my good Lord, and wonder at it too;
But I do still believe she is a Witch, and only
Did pretend such things to the Captain,
To save a Burning from th' Inquisition.
_Anto._ Fetch our Horses.
[Exit _Jasper_.
I do observe this Rogue
Strangely to be amaz'd, what er'es the matter;
I do believe that this was all some Cheat.
Yet how could that be too, who could Name _Lewis_.
But I am mad to be deluded thus!
For now I think on't better; in my Passion
I hinted _Lewis_ as a proof for all;
And then this Rogue stood by--Ay, there it is--
He's a Confederate, and contriv'd all this,
To be Reveng'd, but I'le dissemble yet,
And trace his mischiefs further, then I'le kill him,
And stop his mouth from publishing my folly:
Had not this Accident so strangely happen'd,
What mischief had I done before the Morning:
I'le put him to his Tryal in the Garden;
Which if he fail in, there shall end his Life,
And he'l deserve it too, when mischiefs tend
To such a height, they must in mischief end.
He that contriv'd so many to destroy,
Will scarce be punish'd if he barely dye,
Therefore his Villany shall further swell,
When'ts at the height I'le Lanch his Soul to hell.
[Exit.
_Enter _Francisco_ and _Sebastian_._
_Sebast._ Couzen, believe me, I am loath to go.
And I could likewise wish that you were so.
Oft have I fear'd the danger when I went,
Yet dreaded more the sin then punishment.
For I consider'd, should I then be slain,
That Death would but begin an endless pain;
Then pardon me, though I could well obey
All Friendships Laws, I dare not do't this way.
_Fran._ Sure Couzen, you are sick, or lately have
Had melancholy thoughts about a Grave:
Is this _Sebastian_, he, whose ready hand
Was quick to Act all Friendship did Command?
He, who no sooner heard _Francisco_ say,
A Danger's there, but made that strait his way,
And now he's turn'd my Ghostly Father sure.
_Sebast._ I would, so I might make a Ghostly Cure.
_Francisco_, thou art sick, and so am I;
Sick at our Souls, and shou'd we chance to dye
E're our Disease was Cur'd, 'tis ten to one,
We should in an Eternal Feaver groan.
_Fran._ Come, prethee say no more, 'tis ominous,
I wonder much what 'tis shou'd make thee thus.
Come, you must go this Night: I'le tell you why,
'Twill be the last, for she's to Marry,
To Marry _Don Gerardo_! O 'tis rare,
I am Reveng'd to th' purpose.
_Sebast._ Sure you are
Turn'd Coward, or you ne're wou'd glory in
Revenge so base, this doubles all your sin.
_Gerardo_'s brave, and sure all Honour bleeds,
When such are Wounded by Ignoble deeds.
It is the Curse of Man, that he must be
Subject to shame by Womens Levity;
But hold, I wrong _Eugenia_, if I blame
Her, and not you alone, for all her shame.
You Rob'd her of her Chastity by force,
Though fear of shame still kept her from Remorse.
_Fran._ Pish! Force! That was her policy to you,
She did no more then what all Women do,
Seem to resist what they do most desire,
To raise the flame, yet seem to cool the fire;
Believe this Truth, _Sebastian_, Women can
Resist it, and perform it more then Man.
_Sebast._ Thus like the Devils we at first betray
Their Innocence, then blame on them we lay;
As if their guilt cou'd have another cause
Then that which it from our Temptation draws.
_Fran._ Let it be so, I'le not dispute it now;
It grows too near the time that I should go,
And though my Actions do so much offend,
I will not doubt to find another Friend.
_Sebast._ Do you so little prize _Eugenia's_ Fame,
That you can suffer more to know her shame?
_Fran._ _Sebastian_, you mistake, I do not go
This Night on the same terms I us'd to do.
No, 'tis to take my leave, for she does vow
In spight of fear she is turn'd vertuous now.
_Sebast._ Nay, then I'le go my self, happen what will,
For it is only dang'rous to do ill;
My Company her Vertue may protect,
And I should sin, if that I did neglect.
_Fran._ That shall not need, for I'm resolv'd to speak
Nothing that may her Resolution break.
_Sebast._ Go boldly then, for in a cause so good
He's more then Coward fears to shed his Blood;
And though I think _Antonio_ would be glad
That he our Lives at such advantage had;
Yet I this Night durst boldly meet him there,
Since in my Breast such Innocence I wear;
By this security I plainly feel
'Tis guilt that wounds us deeper far then steel.
[Exeunt.
_Enter _Cælia_ and _Eugenia_._
_Cæl._ Blame not my Husband, Sister, 'twas my fault,
I strove 'gainst Reason to oppose his Will.
Had I forborn my importunity,
'Tis ten to one he had not been so wilful;
Husband's prerogatives are absolute,
Their wills we must obey, and not dispute.
_Eug._ I beg his Pardon, if I think amiss,
But I believe there's some design in this;
His Eyes shew'd more of Anger then could be
A bare concern for's Friend's Infirmity.
_Cæl._ I will no censure on his Actions lay,
My Duty is for their success to pray.
_Enter _Don Gerardo_._
_Ger._ Your Servant, Ladies, where is _Don Antonio_?
_Cæl._ Why, at _Don Johns_, my Lord, do not you know it?
_Ger._ Then he is not come back, as I had thought.
_Cæl._ My Lord, why thought you so?
_Ger._ Madam, I did not know but that he might,
Since 'tis not five hours bus'ness to Ride thither,
And to return again; but, Madam, pray
How came the Lord _Francisco_ to be here?
I think he does not use it.
_Eug._ _Francisco_! O my fears!
_Cæl._ No sure, my Lord, he ne're came within these doors
Since my good Father dy'd.
_Ger._ Sure I'm mistaken, Madam, if I did not
Meet him just now as he came forth this Room:
And more, he shak'd his head in Anger at me.
_Cæl._ I'm sure, my Lord, you're mistaken much,
For you're the first that enter'd here but us.
_Ger._ It may be I'm mistaken.
_Cæl._ Yes, sure, my Lord, you are.
_Ger._ Madam, if your Commands [To _Eugenia_.
Extend to any thing within my pow'r, pray name it,
I shall be proud to serve you; else I'm gone,
For I have certain bus'ness does require it.
_Eug._ The greatest Service you can do to me,
Is to be careful of your self, my Lord.
_Ger._ This kindness doth oblige me, pardon my haste,
Good Night, and Rest unto your Ladyships.
[Exit.
_Cæl._ Good Night, my Lord;
_Flora_ is so possest her Dream is true,
She dare not venture in that Room again.
_Eug._ She is not such a Fool, sure.
_Cæl._ Well, Sister, I am not well, and will to Bed;
The Nurse will wait on you, I'le send her to you.
Come, _Flora_, go with me.
[Ex. _Cæl._ and _Flora_.
_Eug._ Madam, good Rest unto you.
This I can wish to her, whilst I must want it:
_Gerardo_ sure has some Intelligence
Of _Don Francisco_'s coming to me;
Or else why Nam'd he him, for well he knows
He never us'd to make a Visit here:
Well, if he does, I cannot help it now.
The time draws nigh,
That I must meet _Francisco_! Oh, that word
Gives heaviness a new unto my Soul,
And makes my thoughts run backwards,
The Accidents oth' day seems Ominous
To all the House, but most of all to me,
My guilty Breast feels most of misery.
This time will quickly over, then I shall
See what they tend to, or not see at all.
"There's comfort yet, that miseries at height
Lose their worst property, which is to fright."
[Exit.
_The End of the Third Act._
Act the Fourth.
_Cælia_ on a Couch, _Flora_ by her.
_Cæl._ _Flora_, I cannot sleep, for all my thoughts
Infected with my griefs, flye up and down,
Collecting only things to keep me waking.
_Flo._ I'le not stir from you, Madam, all this Night.
_Cæl._ _Flora_, thy diligence deserves Reward,
And I'le not long be backward for to thank thee.
But prethee sing that Song I love so well,
That harmony, perhaps, will Charm my cares,
And give my senses Rest.
The Song.
1.
Flor. sings.
Ah, _Choridon_, in vain you boast,
You still do _Cloris_ Love;
For better 'tis your heart were lost,
Then thus suspitious prove:
You then would kill me by disdain,
But dying thus you blot my Name._
_For all will say
_Cloris_ was false, and went astray;
_Cloris_ was false, and did deserve her shame.
2.
For happy shepherd, well you know,
Your Fame does mine excell;
All Gen'rous _Choridons_ do know,
But none my Tale can tell:
_Cloris_, though true, must lose that Name,
But _Choridon_ will keep his Fame;
For all will say_
_Cloris_ was false, and went astray,
_Cloris_ was false, and did deserve her shame.
3.
But Cruel Shepherd, when you hear
That I am dead indeed,
I do believe you'l shed a tear,
Though new you have decreed,
That _Cloris_ true must lose that Name,
For _Choridon_ to keep his Fame;
And then you'l say
_Cloris _was true, and ne're did stray;
_Cloris_ was true, and I deserve her shame.
_Flora._ She's faln asleep, may none but happy Dreams
Possess her Fancy.
[The Scene shuts.
_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_ in the Garden._
_Anto._ Your confidence in this doth much amaze me.