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Since then our hopes are loft ; let friendship's tie Quickly retire, thy sorrows to compofe ;
Calm our distress, and Nighted love supply ; Or with a look serene disguise thy woes.
Let us together drive our fleecy store,

(Dione is going out. Laura walks at a distanci. And of ungrateful woman think no more.


Canst thou, Alexis, leave me thus diltreft ? *Tis death alone can 'rase her from my breast. Where's now the boasted friendship of thy breaft? Laura.

Halt thou not oft survey'd the dappled deer Why shines thy love so far above the rest?

In social herds o'erspread the pastures fair? Nature, 'eis true, in every outward grace,

When opening hounds the warmer scent pursue, Her niceft hand employ'd; her lovely face

And force the destin'd victim from the crew, With beauteous feature Hampt; with refy dyes Oft he returns, and fain would join the band, Warm'd her fair check; with lightning arm'd her While all their hornsthe panting wretch withstand. eyes:

Such is thy friendfip; thus might I confide. But, if thou search the secrets of her mind,

Dione. Where thall chy cheated soul a virtue find? Why wilt thou censure what thou ne'er haft try'd! Sure hell with cruelty her breast supply'd : Sooner shall (wallows leave their callow brood, How did she glory when Menalcas dy'd !

Who with their plaintive chirpings cry for food; Pride in her bosom reigns; she's false, Mhe's vain; Sooner shall hens expose their infant care, She first entices, then insults the swain.

When the spread kite fails wheeling in the air ; Shall female cunning lead thy heart aftray? Than I forsake thee when by danger prelt. Shepherd, be free; and scorn for scorn repay. Wrong not by jealous fears a faithful breast. Lycidas.

How woman talks of woman :

If thy fair-spoken tongue thy bosom shows,

There let the secrets of my soul repose.
-Hence depart;

Lct a long absence cure thy love-lick heart. Far be suspicion ; in my truth confide.
To fome far grove retire, her sight disclaim, O let my heart thy load of cares divide !
Nor with her charms awake the dying flame.

Let not an hour thy happy flight suspend; Know then, Alexis, that in vain I strove
But go not, Lycidas, without thy friend.

To break her chain, and free my soul from love : Together let us seek the cheerful plains,

On the lim'd twig thus finches beat their wings; And lead the dance among the sportive (wains, Still more entangled in their clammy firings, Devoid of care.

The flow-pac'd days have witness'd my despair,

Upon my weary couch fits wakeful care;
Or else the groves disdain,

Dowri my fluth'd cheek the flowing forrows run,
Nor with the sylvan walk indulge thy pain. As dews defcend to weep the absent fun.
Halte to the town; there (I have oft been told) O loft Parthenia!
The courtly nymph her tresses binds with gold,

Dione. To captivate the youths ; the youths appear

- These wild thoughts suspend; In fine array; in ringlets waves their hair And in thy kind commands instruct thy friend. Rich with ambrosial scents, the fair to move,

Lycidas. And all the business of the day is love.

Whene'er my faultering tongue would urge my There from the gaudy train select a dame,

Deaf is her ear, and sullen she withdraws. (cause, Her willing glance hall catch an equal flame. Go then, Alexis ; feck the fcornful maid, Lycidas.

In tender eloquence my sufferings plead; Name not the court. The thought my soul con Of flighted pallion you the pangs have known; founds,

O judge my lecret anguish by your own!
And with Dione's wrongs my bosom wounds.

Heaven juftly vindicates the faithful maid; Had I the fillinconstant hearts to move,
And now are all my broken vows repaid. My longing foul had never lolt my love.
Perhaps the now laments my fancy'd death My feeble tongue, in these soft arts untry'd,
With tears unfeign'd; and thinks my gasping Can ill support the thunder of her pride;

When he shall bid me to thy bower repair, Sigh'd forth her name. O guilt, no more upbraid: How shall my trembling lips her threats declare! Yes. I fond innocence and truth betray'd. [Afise. How shall I tell thee that the could behold, DIONE and Lauka apari.

With brow serene, thy corse all pale and cold

Beat on the dathing billow ? Should'st thou go Dione.

Where the tall hill o'erhangs the rocks below, Hark! how refle&tion wakes his conscious heart. Near thee the tyrant could unpitying stand, From my pale lids the trickling forrows start. Nor call thee back, nor stretch a faving hand. How shall my breast the swelling bighs confine ! Wilt thou then fiill perlift to tempt thy fate, Laura.

To feed her pride, and gratify her hate? o smooth thy brow, conce I our just design:

Lycidas. Be yet awhile unknown. If grief arise,

Know, unexperienc'd youth, that woman's mind And force a passage through thy gußing eyes, Ost shifts her passior.s, like th' inconftant wind;


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Sudden she rages, like the troubled main,

Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again. Hath he discern'd thee through theswain'sdisguise,
Watch the kind moment, then my wrongs impart, And now alike thy love and friendlhip flies?
And the soft tale thall glide into her heart.


Yes. Firm and faithful to the promise made, No. Let her wander in the lonely grove,

l'll range each sunny hill, each lawn and glade. And never hear the tender voice of love.

Laura. Let her awhile, neglected by the swain,

'Tis Laura speaks. O calnı your troubled mind. Pass by, nor fighs moleft the cheerful plain :

Dione. Thus thall the fury of her pride be laid;

Where shall my search this envy'd beauty find! Thus humble into love the haughty maid. I'll go, my faithless Shepherd's cause to plead, Lycidas.

And with my tears accuse the rival maid. Vain are attempts my passion to controul.

Yet should her soften'd heart to love inclinc ! Is this the balm to cure my fainting soul?


If those are all thy fears, Evander's thire.
Deep then among the green-wood Mhades I'll pove,

Dione. And seek with weary'd pace thy wander'd love; Why should we both in sorrow waste our days? Pritrate I'll fall, and with incelant prayers If love unfeign'd my constant bosom sways, Hang on her knees, and ba:he her feet with tears. His happiness alone is all I prize, If fighs of pity can her ear incline,

And that is center'd in Parthenia's eyes.
(O Lycidas, my life is wrapt in thine)! [ Afida. Haste then, with earneft zeal her love implore,
I'll charge her from thy voice to hear the tale, To bless his hours when thou shalt breathe no
Thy voice more sweet than notes along the vale
Breach'd from the warbling pipe : the moving

Shall stay her flight, and conquer her disdain.

Yet if the hear, thould love the meslage speed, DIONE lying on the ground by the side of a Fountain,
Then dies all hope then must Djone bleed. [ Alfide.


Heke let me reft; and in the liquid glası
Halte then, dear faithfulfwain. Beneath those gews, View with impartial look my fading face.
Whole fable arms the brownett (hade diffuse,

Why are Parthenia's striking beauties priz'd? Where all around, to fiate the fervent fky,

And why Dione's weaker glance despis'd? The panting flocks in ferny thickets lie;

Nature in various moulds has beauty car, There with impacience shall I wait my friend, And form'd the feature for each different taste: O'er the wide prospect frequent glances fend This fighs for golden locks and azure eyes; To spy thy wish'd return. As thou shalt find

That, for the gloss of lable treffes, dies. A leader welcome, may thy love be kind ! Let all mankind these locks, thele eyes detest,

[Exit Lycidas.

So I were lovely in Evander's breast !

When o'er the garden's knot we cast our view, SCENE VI.

While summer paints the ground with various huc;

Some praise the gaudy tulip's freaky red,

And some the silver lily's bendig head;

Some the jonquil in shining yellow drest,
Methinks I'm now surrounded by despair,

And some the fring'd carnation's varied veft; And all my withering hopes are lost in air.

Some love the fober violet's purple dyes,
Thus the young linnet on the rocking bough

Thus bcauty fares in different lovers' eyes.
Hcars through long wouds autumnal rempeit blow, But bright Parthenia like the rose appears,
With hallow blasts the clashing branches bend; She in all eyes superior luftre bears.
And yellow showers of ruftling leaves descend;

She sees the friendly shelter from her fly;
Nor dare her little pinions trust the sky;

But on the naked ipray in wintery air,

Laura. All shivering, hopeless, mourns the dying year.

Why thus beneath the silver willow laid, What have I promis'd? rah, unthinking maid ! Weeps fair Dione in the pensive thade? By thy owo tongue thy wilhes are betray'a! Huft thou yet found the over-arching bower,

(Laura advances. Which guards Parthenia from the sultry hour? Laura.

Dione. Why walk'rt thou thus difturb'd with frantic air ? With weary step in paths unknown I stray'd, Why roll thy eyes with madness and despair? And sought in vain the solitary maid. Dione. Muling

Laura. How wilt thou bear to see her pride give way?

Seest thou the waving tops of yonder woods, When thus the yielding nymph shall bid thee fay, | Whose aged arms imbrown the cooling floods ! "Let not the shepherd seek the filent grave,

The cooling floods o'er breaking pebbles flow, " say, chat I bid him lise-if hope can have !" And wash the soil from the big roots belowi

From the tall rock the dashing waters bound. In rural arts unskill'd, no charge the tends;
Hark, p'er the fields the rushing billows found! Nor when the morn and evening dew descends
There, loft in thought, and leaning on her crook, Milks the big-udder'd ewe. Her mien and dress
Stood the sad nymph, nor rais'd her pensive look; The polish'd manners of the court confess.
With settled eye the bubbling waves survey'd,

And watch the whirling eddies as they play'd. Each day, arrive the neighbouring nymphs and

swains, 'Thither to know my certain doom I speed, To share the pastime of our jovial plains; For by this sentence life or death's decreed. (Exit. How can I there thy roving beauty trace,

Where not one nymph is bred of vulgar race! SCENE III.


If yet she breathes, what tortures must the find! LAURA, CLEANTHES.

The curse of disobedience tears her mind.

If e'er your breast with filial duty burn'd,

If e'er you sorrow'd when a parent mourn'd;
But see! some hasty stranger bends this way; Tell her, 1 charge you, with incessant groans
His broider'd velt reflects the sunny ray:

Her drooping fire his absent child bemoans.
Now through the thinner boughs I mark his mien,

Now veil'd, in thicker fades he moves unseen. Unhappy man!
Hither he turns; I hear a muttering sound;

Behind this reverend oak with ivy bound,

-With storms of passion toft, Quick I'll retire; with busy thought posses, When first he learn'd his vagrant child was lost, His congue betrays the secrets of his breast

. On the cold floor his trembling limbs he flung,

[She bides berself: And with thick blows his hollow bosom rung i Cleantbes.

Then up he started, and with fix'd surprise, The skilful hunter with experienc'd care

Upon her picture threw his frantic eyes, Traces the doubles of the circling hare;

While thus he cry'd: In her my life was bound, The fùbele fox (who breathes the weary hound “ Warm in each feature is her mother sound : O'er hills and plains) in diftant brakes is found ; “ Perhaps despair has been her fatal guide, With case we irack (wift hinds and fkipping roes. “ And now the floats upon the weeping ride; But who th' inconstant ways of woman knows? “ Or on the willow hung, with head reclin'd, They say, she wanders with the sylvan train, “ All pale and cold the wayers in the wind. And courts the native freedoms of the plain; " Did I not force her hence by harsh commands? Shepherds explain their with without offence, “ Did not her fuul abhor the nuptial bands ?" Nor blush the nymphs--for love is innocence.

Laura. () lead me where the rural youth retreat,

Teach not, ye fires, your daughters to rebel. Where the flope hills the warbling voice repeat. By counsel rein their wills, but ne'er compel. Perhaps on daisy'd turf reclines the maid,

And near her side fome rival clown is laid. Ye duteous daughters, trust these cender guides;
Yet, yet I love her.-Oloft nymph return, Nor think a parent's brealt the tyrant hides.
Ler not thy fire with tears inceffant mourn;

Return, loft nymph; bid sorrow'cease to flow, From either lid the scalding forrows roll;
And let Dione glad the house of woe.

The moving tale runs thrilling to my soul.

Call'd he not loft Dione ? hence I'll fart, Perhaps he wanders in the lonely woods,
Cross his flow steps, and fist his opening heart. Or on the fedgy borders of the floods ;
(Alide, Thou know'rt cach cotrage, forest, hill

, and vale, Cleanthes.

And pebbled brook that winds along the dale. Tell me, fair nymph, direct my wandering way? Search each sequelter'd dell to find the fair ; Where, in close bowers, to shun the sultry ray, And just reward tall gratify thy care. Repose the swaius; whose flocks with bleating fill

The bordering forest and the thymy hill. Oye kind boughs, protect the virgin's flight,
But if thou frequent join those sylvan bands, And guard Dione from his prying light! (Afede.
Thyielf can aniwer what my foul demands.


Mean while, I'll seek the shepherd's cool abodes, Seven years I trod there fields, these bowers, and Point me, fair nymph, along these doubtful roads." glades,

Laura. And by the lessening and the lengthening shades Seest thou yon mountain rear his shaggy brow? Have mark'd the hours; what time my lock to In the green valley graze the flocks below: lead

There every gale with warbling mufic floats, To supny mountains, or the watery mead: Shade answers shade, and breathes alternate notes, Train & in the labours of the sylvan crew,

1 [Exit Cleanthes Their sports, retreats, their cares and loves I knew. He's gone; and to the distant vale is sent, Cleantbes.

Nor shall his force Dione's love prevent.
Inftruet me, then, if late among your'race

But see, the comes again with halty pace,
A franger nymph is found, of noble grace, And conscious plcalure dimples on her face,

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Trust a fond father; raise him from despair.


I Ay not him; I fly a life of care.

On the high nuptials of the court look round; I found her laid beside the crystal brook,

Where shall, alas, one happy pair be found ! Nor rais'd she from the stream her fettled look, There marriage is for servile interest sought : Till near her lide I ftood; her head the rears, Is love for wealth, of power, or title bought? Starts sudden, and her shrieks confess her fears.

'Tis hence domestic jars their peace destroy, Laura

And loose adultery steals the shameful joy.
Did not thy words her thoughtful soul surprise, But search we wide o'er all the blissful plains,
And kindle sparkling anger in her eyes?

Where love alone, devoid of intereft, reigns.

What concord in each happy pair appears ! Thus she reply'd, with rage and scorn poffest : How fondness ftrengthens with the rolling years! " Will importuning love ne'er give me rest?

Superior power ne'er thwarts their soft delights, " Why am I thus in deserts wild pursu'd,

Nor jealous accusations wake their nights. " Like guilty consciences when stain'd with blood?

Laura. " Sure boding ravens, from the blasted oak,

May all those blessings on Dione fall. “ Shall learn the name of Lycidas to croak,

Dione. " To sound it in my ears! As swains pass by, Grant me Evander, and I share them all. " With look alkance, they shake their heads and

Shall a fond parent give perpetual strife, cry,

And doom his child to be a wretch for life? " Lo! this is the for whom the shepherd dy'd!

Though he bequeath'd me all these woods and “ Soon Lycidas, a victim to her pride, [glade,

plains, * Shall seek the grave; and in the glimmering And all the flocks the russet down contains; * With look all pale, shall glide the restless shade With all the golden harvests of the year, " Of the poor swain; while we with haggard eye Far as where yonder purple mountains rear ; u And bristled hair the fleeting phantom fly." Can these the broils of nuptial lise prevent ? Scill let their curses innocence upbraid :

Can'these, without Evander, give content ?
Heaven never will forsake the virtuous maid.

But sec, he comes.

Did thou perlift to touch her haughty breast?

I'll to the vales repair,

Where wanders by the stream my fleecy care.
She fill the more disdain'd, the more I prest. May'st thou the rage of this new flame controul,

And wake Dione in his tender soul! [Exit Laura,
When you were gone, these walks a stranger crost,
He turn'd through every path, and wander'd loft ;

To me he came; with courteous speech demands
Beneath what bowers repos'd the shepherd bands;

Then further aks me, if among that race

1 ycidas, A hepherdess was found of courtly grace; Say, my Alexis, can thy words impart With proffer'd bribes my faithful tongue essays; Kind rays of hope to clear a doubtful heart? But for no bribe the faithful congue betrays.

HO didit thou first my pangs of love disclose ? In me Dione's safe. Far hence he speeds,

Did her disdainful brow confirm my woes?
Where other hills resound with other reeds. Or did soft pity in her bosom rise,

Heave on her breast, and languish in her eyes ? Should he come back ; suspicion's jealous eyes

Might trace my feature through the swain's disguise. How shall my tongue the faultering tale explain!
Now every noise and whistling wind I dread, My heart drops blood to give the shepherd pain.
And in cach found approaches human tread,


Pronounce her utmost scorn ; I come prepar'd He said, he left your house involv'd in cares, To meet my doom. Say, is my death declar'd ? Sighs swell'd each breaft, each eye o'erflow'd with

Dione. tears;

Why should thy fate depend on woman's will! For his loft child thy pensive father mourns, Forget this tyrant, and be happy Itill. And, funk in sorrow, to the dust returns.

Lycidas, Go back, obedient daughter ; bence depart, Didst thou besesch her not to speed her flight, And still the fighs that tear his anxious heart. Nor fun with wrathful glance my hated sight? Soon shall Evander, wearied with disdain,

Will the consent my sighing plaint to hear,
Forego these fields, and seck the town again. Nor let my piercing cries be lost in air?

Think, Laura, what thy hafty thoughts persuade. Can mariners appease the tolling storm,
If I return, to love a vidim made,

When foaming waves the yawning deep deform My wrathful fire will force his harsh command, When o'er the cable cloud the thunder flies, upd with Cleanthes join my trembling hand. Say, who Thall calm the terror of the skies?

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Who shall the lion's famith'd roar assuage? The driving fury of the flame reprove!
And can we fill proud woman's stronger rage? Who then ihail reason with a heart in love?
Soon aa my faithful tongue provounc'd thy name,

Sudden her glances shot relentful fame:

Yet let me speak ; 0. may my words persuade Be dumb, she cries, this whining love give o'er, The noble youth to quit this sylvan maid ! And vex me with thu tcazing theme no more. Relign thy crook, no more to plajos resort, I gcidas.

Look round on all the beauties of the court; 'Tis pride alone that keeps alive her scorn.

There shall thy merit find a worthy flame, Can the mean swain, in humble cottage born, Some nymph of equal wealth and equal name. Can poverty that haughty heart obtain,

Think, if these offers should thy with obtain,
Where avarice and strong ambition reign? And should the rustic beauty atoop to gain;
If poverty pass by in tatter'd coat,

Thy heart could ne'er prolong th' unequal fire,
Curs vex his heels, and ftretch their barking throat; The sudden blaze would in one year expire;
I chance he mingle in the female crowd,

Then thy rash folly thou too late shalt chide,
Pride toffes high her head, scorn laughs aloud; To poverty and base-born blood ally'd ;
Each nymph turns from him to her gay gallant, Her vulgar tongue shall animate the Atrife,
And wonders at the impudence of want.

And hourly difcord vex thy future life.
Tis vanity that rules all womankind,

Love is the weakeit pallion of their mind. Such is the force thy faithful words impart,

That like the galling goad they pierce my heart,
Though one is by those fervile views posses, You think fair virtue in my breast resides,
Ó Lycidas, condemn not all the rest.

That honest truth my lips and actions guides. 1.guidas.

Deluded shepherd, could you view my soul, Though I were bent beneath a load of years, You'd see it with deceit and treachery foul; And I venty winters thin'd my hoary hairs; I'm base, perfidious. Ere from court I came, Yet, it my olive branches drope with oil,

Love singled from the train a beauteous dame; And crooked shares were brighten'd in my soil, The tender maid my fervent vows believ'd, is lowing herds my fattening meads posseft, My fervent vows the tender maid deceiv'd. And my white fleece the tawny mountain drest; Why dust thou tremble? why thus heave thy Then would the lure me with I ve-darting glance,

fighs ? Then with fond niercenary smiles advance. Why steal thy silent sorrows from thy eyes? Though hell with every vice my soul had stain'd,

And froward anger in my bofom reign'd, Sure the soft lamb hides rage within his breat,
Though avarice my coffers cloth'd in rust, And cooing turtles are with hate pofleft ;
And my joints trembled with enfeebled lust; When froni so sweet a tongue flow fraud and lies,
'Yet, were my ancient name with titles great, And those meek looks a perjur'd heart disguise.
How would she languish for the gaudy bait! Ah! who shall now on faithlels man depeod ?
li to her love all-tempting wealth pretend, The treacherous lover proves as false a friend.
What virtuous woman can her heart defend?


When with Dione's love my bosom glow'd,
Conquers, thus meanly bought, men foon despise, Firni conftancy and truth sincere I vow'd;
And juftly flight the mercenary prize.

But since Parthenia's brighter charms were known, 1 ycidus.

My love, my constancy and truth are flown. I know these frailties in her breast reside,

Dione. Dired her glance, and every action guide. Are not thy hours with conscious anguish fung? Still let Alexis' faithful friendship aid,

Swift vengeance mult o'ertake the perjur'd tonguee Once more attempt to bend the itubborn maid. The gods the cause of injur'd love allert, Tell her, no bafe born swain provokes her scorn, And arm with stubborn pride Parthenia's heart. No clown, beneath the sedgy cortage born;

Lycidas. Tell her, for her this fylvan drels I took,

Go, try her; tempt her with my birth and ftate, For her my name and pomp of courts forsook ; Stronger ambition will subdue her bate. My lofty roofs with golden sculpture fhine,

Dione. And my high birth descends from ancient line. O rather turn thy thoughts on that loft maid, Iione.

Whole hourly sighs thy faithless oath upbraid! Love is a sacred voluntary fire,

Think you behold her at the dead of night, Gold never bought that pure, that chaste desire. Plac'd by the glimmering taper's paly light, Who thinks true love for lụcre to polless,

With all your letters spread before ber view,
Shall gralp falle fiattery and the feign'd caress; While trickling tears the tender lines bedew;
Can we believe that mean, that servile wife, Sobbing the reads the perjusies o'er and o'er,
Who viicly felis her dear-bonghe love for lise, And her long nights know peaceful sleep no more,
Would në her virtue for an hour relign,

II in her fight the proffer'd creasure thine. Ict me forget her.

Can reason (when by wird, swift fires are borne

O falle youth, relent; O'er waving harvelts of autumnal corn)

Think should Parthenia to thy hopes consent ;

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