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Such as blow flowers, and thro' the glad boughs sing
Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring:
Enter EOLUS, out of a rock.
Eol. What is thy will?
Eol. I shall do it.
Eol. Great master of the flood, and all below; Thy full command has taken.Ho! the Main! Neptune!
Eol. Boreas has broke his chain, And, struggling, with the rest has got away. Nept. Let him alone, I'll take him up at sea; He will not long be thence. Go once again, And call out of the bottoms of the main Blue Proteus, and the rest; charge them put on Their greatest pearls, and the most sparkling stone The beaten rock breeds; 'till this night is done By me a solemn honour to the moon.
Fly, like a full sail.
Eol. I am gone.
Cinth. Dark Night,
Strike a full silence; do a thorough right
dav At mid-night.
Cinthia, to thy power and thee,
Come to steal this night away,
Welcome, light, of all befriended. Pace out, you watery powers below; Let your feet, Like the gallies when they row, Even beat.
unknown measures, set your To the still winds, tell to all, That gods are come, immortal, great,
To honour this great nuptial.
Let him go on and flame! I hope to see
Cinth. Heave up thy drowsy head again, and see
Cinth. I into day.
Exad. That's one of your sad songs, madam.
Evad. So, leave me now.
Dula. Nay, we must see you laid.
Asp. Madam, good night. May all the mar-
That longing maids imagine in their beds,
Evad. Alas, I pity thee.
1 Lady. Come, we'll let in the bridegroom. Dula. Where's my lord?
Enter AMINTOR. 1 Lady. Here, take this light.
Asp. Go, and be happy in your lady's love. May all the wrongs, that you have done to me, Be utterly forgotten in my death! I'll trouble you no more; yet I will take A parting kiss, and will not be denied.
You'll come, my lord, and see the virgins weep,
Amin. Much happiness unto you all!
Yonder she is, the lustre of whose eye
Amin. Come, come, my love,
Amin. Come, this is but the coyness of a bride. Evad. The coyness of a bride?
Amia. How! sworn, Evadne?
And will swear again, if you will wish to hear me.
Amin. How prettily that frown becomes thee. Evad. Do you like it so?
Amin. Thou canst not dress thy face in such a look,
But I shall like it.
Evad. What look likes you best?
Amin. Why do you ask?
Evad. That I may shew you one less pleasing
Amin. How's that?
Evad. That I may shew you one less pleasing
The man, you hated.
Evad. Know it then, and do it.
And let us loose ourselves to one another.
Why art thou up so long?
Amin. Oh, no; what look soe'er thou shalt put on
Evad. I am not well.
Amin. To bed then; let me wind thee in these Where falsehood should abide. Leave, and to bed.
Amin. I prithee, put thy jests in milder looks. It shews as thou wert angry.
Evad. So, perhaps,
I am indeed.
Amin. Why, who has done thee wrong? Name me the man, and by thyself I swear, Thy yet un-conquer'd self, I will revenge thee. Erad. Now I shall try thy truth. If thou dost love me,
Thou weighest not any thing compared with me:
Amin. I will not swear, sweet love,
Evad. I would, thou would'st.
Why, it is thou, that wrong'st me; I hate thee; Thou should'st have killed thyself.
Amin. If I should know that, I should quickly kill
This cannot be
Thy natural temper. Shall I call thy maids?
Evad. Neither, Amintor: Think you I am mad, Because I speak the truth?
Amin. Will you not lie with me to-night? Evad. To-night! you talk as if I would hereafter. Amin. Hereafter! yes, I do.
Evad. You are deceived.
Put off amazement, and with patience mark
I sooner will find out the beds of snakes,
Than sleep one night with thee. This is not feigned,
Nor sounds it like the coyness of a bride.
Amin. Is flesh so earthly to endure all this? Are these the joys of marriage? Hymen, keep This story (that will make succeeding youth Neglect thy ceremonies) from all ears; Let it not rise up, for thy shame and mine, To after-ages: We will scorn thy laws, If thou no better bless them. Touch the heart Of her, that thou hast sent me, or the world Shall know: There's not an altar, that will smoke In praise of thee; we will adopt us sons; Then virtue shall inherit, and not blood. I do rage in vain;
She can but jest. O, pardon me, my love!
Was ever such a marriage night as this!
There is no mean, no moderate course to run:
Is there a third? Why is this night so calm? Why does not heaven speak in thunder to us, And drown her voice?
Amin. I sleep, and am too temperate! Come to bed!
Evad. This rage will do no good.
Amin. Evadne, hear me: Thou hast ta'en an oath, But such a rash one, that, to keep it, were Worse than to swear it: Call it back to thee; Such vows as those never ascend to heaven; A tear or two will wash it quite away. Have mercy on my youth, my hopeful youth, If thou be pitiful; for, without boast, This land was proud of me. What lady was there, That men called fair and virtuous in this isle, That would have shunned my love? It is in thee To make me hold this worth. Oh! we vain men, That trust out all our reputation, To rest upon the weak and yielding hand Of feeble woman! But thou art not stone; Thy flesh is soft, and in thine eyes doth dwell The spirit of love; thy heart cannot be hard. Come, lead me, from the bottom of despair, To all the joys thou hast; I know, thou wilt; And make me careful, lest the sudden change O'ercome my spirits.
Evad. When I call back this oath, The pains of hell environ me!
Evad. Do you invent the form:
But it was the folly of thy youth
To think this beauty, to what land soever
Amin. I know too much. 'Would I had doubt- Have sworn to stand or die: You guess the man.
Every ill-sounding word, or threatening look, Thou shewest to me, will be revenged at full. Amin. It will not, sure, Evadne?
Evad. Do not you hazard that.
Evad. Alas, Amintor, thinkest thou I forbear
That I may cut his body into motes, And scatter it before the northern wind. Evad. You dare not strike him.
Amin. Do not wrong me so.
Yes, if his body were a poisonous plant, That it were death to touch, I have a soul Will throw me on him.
Evad. Why, it is the king.
Amin. The king!
Evad. What will you do now?
Amin. It is not the king!
Evad. What did he make this match for, dulf
Amin. Oh, thou hast named a word, that wipes
All thoughts revengeful! In that sacred name,
Evad. Why should you fill yourself so full of
And haste so to my bed? I am no virgin.
Evad. Alas, I must have one
To father children, and to bear the name
Amin. What a strange thing am I !
Evad. A miserable one; one, that myself Am sorry for.
Amin. Why, shew it then in this:
Evad. I must have one
So thick upon me, that I lose all sense
Thou art a word, no more.-But thou hast shewn
At least, be more than I was; and be sure
To fill thy room again, if thou wert dead;
Amin. These strange and sudden injuries have Rather, the wind courts but the pregnant sails,
Know, I conceive he wrongs me; then mine honour
Evad. Fear not; I will do this.
Amin. Come, let us practise; and, as wantonly
Evad. I am content.
Amin. Down all the swellings of my troubled heart!
Thou hast an easy temper, fit for stamp.
When we walk thus entwined, let all eyes see,
Asp. Nor you, Antiphila ?
Ant. Nor I.
Amin. Nor let the king
Evad. To cover shame, I took thee; never fear That down-cast of thine eye, Olympias, That I would blaze myself. Shews a fine sorrow. Mark, Antiphila; Just such another was the nymph Enone, When Paris brought home Helen. Now, a tear; And then thou art a piece expressing fully The Carthage queen, when, from a cold sea-rock, Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships; and, having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia? Here she would stand, till some more pitying god Turned her to marble! It is enough, my wench! Shew me the piece of needlework you wrought. Ant. Of Ariadne, madam?
Ant. Yes, madam, to your grief.
Asp. Alas, poor wenches!
Go learn to love first; learn to lose yourselves;
Asp. Then, my good girls, be more than women,
Asp. Yes, that piece.
This should be Theseus; he has a cozening face:
Ant. He was so, madam.
Asp. Why, then, 'tis well enough. Never look
You have a full wind, and a false heart, Theseus!
Ant. Not as I remember.
Asp. It should have been so. Could the gods know this,
And not, of all their number, raise a storm?
Ant. It will wrong the story.
Asp. It will make the story, wronged by wanton
Live long, and be believed. But where's the lady?
Asp. Fie! you have missed it here, Antiphila;