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When Hymen joins your hands, and music's voice Calm as the sleeping seas! but should my fighs
Disdain and anger and resentful pride,
LYCIDAS, DIONE, PARTHENIA,
Hath proffer'd greatneis yet o'ercome her hate
And does the languish for the glittering bait?
Against the (wain she might her pride fupports
Can the subdue her sex, and scorn a court?
Perhaps in dreams the fbining vision charms,
And the rich bracelet sparkles on her arms; Yet should Parthenia wealth and title night,
In fancy'd heaps the golden treasure glows: Would justice then restore Dione's right?
Parthenia, wake; all this thy (wain beltows,
Sleeps she in these close bowers?
-Lo! there she lies,
Dione. Cume, quickly come, and cheer thy fighing friend.
[Exit Lycidas. O may do startling sound unseal her eyes, Dione.
And drive her hence away. 'Till now, in vain Should her proud soul relitt the tempting bait,
I god the winding wood and weary plain. Should the contemn his proffer'd wealth and state ; Hence, Lycidas ; beyond those shades reposca Then I once more his perjur'd heart may move,
While I thy fortune and thy birch disclose. And in his bolom wake the dying love.
Lycidas. As the pale wretch involv'd in doubts and fears,
May I Parthenia to thy friendship owe? All trembling in the judgment-hall appears ;
Dione, So shall I fand before Parthenia's eyes,
rather think on loft Dione's woe ! For as the dooms, Dione lives or dies.
Must the thy broken faith for ever mourn,
Upbraid me not; but go. Her slumbers chale;
And in her view che bright temptation place.
(Exit Lycidas, LYCIDAS, PARTHENIA, afeep in a Bower.
- What voice alarms my ear?
The gazing flock, all envious of her pride, Can I behold him gasping on the ground, Behold het skipping by the priestess' lide; And seek no healing herb to staunch the wound? Each hopes the flowery wreath with longing eyes; For thee continual sighs consume his heart, While the, alas! is led to sacrifice ! 'Tis you alone can cure the bleeding smart. Thus walks the bride in all her state array'd, Once more I come the moving cause to plead, The gaze and envy of each thoughtless maid. If ftill his sufferings cannot intercede,
Dione. Yet let my friendship do his paffion right, As yet her tongue resists the tempting snare, And show thy lover in his native light.
And guards my panting bosom from despair. Parthenia,
Their infant lips are taught to lisp deceit ; May not thy heart the wealthy flame decline! To prey on easy nymphs they range the shade, His honours, his poffeflions, all are thine.
And vainly boast of innocence betray'd;
Chalte hearts, unlearn'd in falsehood, they assail, If he's a courtier, Oye nymphs, beware;
And think our car will drink the grateful tale.
Whene'er his soul is griev'd, Alexis mourns !
Parthenia. Alas! thou ne'er haft prov'd the sweets of state, Yes, blooming (wain. You fhow an honest mind; Nor known that female pleasure, to be great. I see it, with the purest flame refin'd. 'Tis for the town ripe clutters load the poles, Who shall compare love's mean and gross desire And all our autumn crowns the courrier's bowls ; To the chaste zeal of friendship's sacred fire ? For him our woods the rod-ey'd pheasant breed, By whining love our weakness is confeft: And annual coveys in our harvest feed;
But stronger friendship shows a virtuous breast.
Love is a sudden blaze which foon decays,
And could Alexis from his soul remove
All the low images of grosser love;
Such mild, such gentle looks thy heart declare,
Dione. At large he flies o'er hill and dale and down ; How dare you in the different sex confide? Is not each bush, each spreading tree his own? And leck a friendship which you ne'er have try'd ? And canst thou think he'll quit his native brier,
Thy modest lips convey no thought impure,
With thçe may strictest virtue walk secure.
Dione. And on the solemn rites the virgins gaze ;
Yet can I safely on the nymph depend, When thy fair locks with glittering gems are Whose unrelenting scorn can kill my friend ! grac'd,
Had I, like city maids, a fraudful heart,
Then had I vilely floopt to fordid gain, And yet, Alexis, all that pomp and show
Then had I figh'd for honours, pomp and gold, Are oft the varnish of internal woe.
And for unhappy chains my freedom fold. When the chaste lamb is from her fifters led, If you would save him, bid him leave the plais, And interwoven garlande pajac ker head;
And to his native city turn again ;
There, thall his passion find a ready cure,
Lycidas. There not one dame reßfts the glittering lurc.
-Could thy guarded heart, Dione.
When her full
beauty glow'd, put by the dart ? All this I frequent urg'd, but urg'd in vain. Yet on Alexis let my soul depend; Alas! thou only cans assuage his pain!
'Tis most ungenerous to suspect a friend.
And thou, I hope, hast well that name profeft, SCENE IV.
O could thy piercing eye discern my breast ! DIONE, PARTHENIA, LYCIDAS.
Could'At thou the secrets of my bosom see,
There every thought is fill'd with cares for thee. Lycidas, (Listening,
Lycidas. Why stays Alexis ? can my bosom bear
Is there, against hypocrisy, defence. Thus long alternate forms of hope and fear?
Who clothes her words and looks with innocence ! Yonder they walk; no frowns her brow disguilc,
[fide Bue love-consenting sparkles in her eyes;
Say, shepherd, when you proffer'd wealth and Here will I listen, here, impatient wait.
Did not her scorn and suppled pride abate ?
A: sparkling diamonds to the feather'd train,
Who scrape the winnow'd chaff in search of grain ;
'Tis not from courts, from me alone the flies, [Afide.
Did not my pallion suffer like disgrace,
While she believ'd me born of sylvan race?
Dost thou not think, this proudest of her kind Or where, like winter's snow, the nibbling sheep
Has to some rival swain her heart relign'd? Clothe the flope hills ; I'll pass the cheerful day,
No rival shepherd her disdain can move;
Say, art thou sure, that this ungrateful fair
Scorns all alike, bids all alike despair ? (Exeunt hand in hand.
How can I know the secrets of her heart?
Answer fincere, nor from the queftion starts
Say, in her glance was never love confelt, My troubled heart what dire disasters rend? And is no swain distinguish'd from the rest ? A scornful mistress, and a treacherous friend!
Let not a chought on her disturb thy peaces
What means Alexis? where's thy friendship flown!
Why am I banish'd to the hateful town?
Hath some new shepherd warm'd Parthenia's
breast ? Lycidas.
And does my love his amorous hours moleft? Why starts the swain ? why turn his eyes away, Is it for this thou bid'at me quic the plain? As if amidst his path the viper lay?
Yes, yes, thou fondly lov'st this rival Twain.
O falle Alcxis:
-Why am I accusid?
Lycidas. And all around her breathing odour throws; Was not thy bosom fraught with false design? po wak'd Parthenia,
Did thou got plead his cause, and give up mioc
Let not thy tongue evasive answer feek;
O lead me to the hanging mountain's cell, The conscious crimson rises on thy cheek : In whose brown cliffs the fowls of darkness dwell; Thy.coward conscience, by thy guilt dismay'd, Where waters, trickling down the rifted wall, Shakes in each joint, and owns that I'm betray'd. Shall lull my sorrows with the tinkling fall. Dione.
There seek thy grave. How canst thou bear the How my poor heart is wrong'd! O spare thy light, friend!
When banish'd ever from Evander's sight!
Why hangs a cloud of grief upon thy brows ? She now no more is to thy vows unkind,
Does the proud nymph accept Evander's vows?
Dione. Behind the thicket's twisted verdure laid,
Can I bear life with these new pangs opprest! I witness'd every tender thing she said;
Again he tears me from his faithless breast :
A perjur'd lover firft he sought these plains,
And now my friendship like my love disdailis.
As I new offers to Parthenia made, Yet hear me speak.
Conccal'd he stood behind the woodbine shade. Lgcidas. in vain is all defence.
He says, my treacherous tongue his heart betray'd, Did not thy treacherous hand conduct her hence?
That my false speeches have misled the maid; Hafte, fruid my fight. Rage burns in every vein;
With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives; Never approach my just revenge again.
Wbat trenzy dictates, jealousy believes.
And let the wrong'd Dione ftand confeft;
When he shall learn what forrows thou hast borne, Talk not of truth; long since she left mankind.
And find that nought relents Parthenia's (corn, So fmooth a congue! and yet so false a heart !
Sure he will pity thee. Sure courts first caught thee fawning friendship's
Dione. arts !
-No, Laura, no.
Should I, alas! the fylvan dress forego,
Then might he think that I her pride foment,
That injur'd love instructs me to resent;
Our secret enterprise might fatal prove :
Man flies the plague of persecuting love.
Laura. Next calls to meet her in the appointed bower;
Avoid Parthenia ; left his rage grow warm, Bay, when and where you met. Dione.
And jealousy resolve some fatal harm.
O Laura, if thou chance the youth to find,
Tell him what torments vex my anxious mind;
Should I once more his awful presence feek, Yet purer friendship might divide her heart,
The Glent tears would bathe my glowing cheek; Friendfhip's fincerer bands the wish'd to prove. Lycidas.
By rising fighs my faultering voice be stay'd,
And trembling fear too soon confess the maid. A woman's friendfhip ever ends in love.
Halte, Laura, then; his vengeful soul affuage, Think not these foolish tales my faith command;
Tell him, I'm guiltless ; cool his blinded rage; Did not I see thee press her snowy hand ?
Tell him that truth sincere my friendship brought, O may her paflion like thy friendship last !
Let him not cherith one suspicious thought.
Then, to convince him his distrust was vain,
I'll never, never see that nymph again.
This way he went. (Exit Lycidas,
-See, at the call of night,
The star of evening sheds his filver light
High o'er yon western hill: the cooling gales Was ever grief like mine! O wretched maid ! Fresh odours breathe along the winding dales; My friendship wrong'd! my constant love betray'd! Far from their home as yet our faepherds Aray, Misfortune haunts my steps where'er I go,
To close with cheerful walk the sultry day. And all my days are overcast with wo.
Methinks from far I hear the piping (wain ; Long have I drove th' increasing load to bear, Hark, in the breeze now swells, now finks the Now faints my soul, and finks into despair.
Thither I'll seek him.
Far o'er the plains I fought a beauteous maid,
Who, from the court, in these wide forests stray'd;
[Ex. Severally. Hence are these mangling wounds. Say, gentis
If thou hast known among the fylvan train
- What mov'd thy care,
Thus, in these pathless wilds, to search the fair? A Wood.
Cleantbes. Dione, CLEANTHES / who lies wounded in a diftant I charge you, O ye daughters of the grove, part of the stage).
Ye Naïads, who the mosly fountains love,
Ye happy swains; who range the pastures wide, Dione.
Ye tender nymphs, who feed your flocks befide;
But she disdain'd to live a nuptial lave;
-'Tis then from thee Let thy bright torch the happy lover aid,
Springs the foul source of all her misery And light his wandering footsteps to the bower Could'A thou, thy felfish appetite to please, Where the kind nymph attends th' appointed hour. Condemn to endless woes another's peace ? Yet thou hast seen unhappy love like mine;
Cleantbes. Did not thy lamp in heaven's blue forehead shine, O spare me; nor my hapless love upbraid, When Thisbe sought her love along the glade ? While on my heart death's frozen hand is laid: Did it thou not then behold the gleaming blade, Go, seek her, guide her where Cleanthes bled; And gild that fatal point that fabb'd her breast? When the surveys her lover pale and dead, Soon i, like her, thall seek the realms of rett. Tell her, that, since she fled my hateful fight, Let groves of mournful yew a wretch surround ! Without remorse I fought the realms of night. O fouthe my ear with melancholy found! Methinks I see her view these poor remains, The village-curs now stretch their yelling throat, And on her cheek indecent gladness reigns ! And dogs from diftant cots return the note; Full in her presence cold Cleanthes lies, The ravci.ous wolf along the valley prowls, And not one tear ftands trembling in her eyes! And with his famili'd cries the mountain howls. O let a sigh my hapless fate deplore ! But hark! what suduen noise advances near? Cleanthes now controuls thy love no more. Repeated groans alarm my affrighted ear !
How shall my lids confine these riling woes? Shepherd, approach; ah: fly not through the
O might I see her, ere death's finger close A wretch all dy'd with wounds invokes thy aid. Thefe eyes forever! might her folten'd breast Diane.
Forgive my love with too much ardour preft! Say then, unhappy stranger, how you bled; Then I with peace could yield my latest breathe Collca thy fpirits, raise thy drooping bcad.
Divne. (Cleanthes raises bim If on bis arm. Shall I not calm the fable hour of death, O horrid light! Cleanthes gatping lies;
And show myself before him! -Ha: he dies. And death', black shadows float before his eyes. See from his trembling lip the spirit flies! (afide, Unknown in this disguise, I'll check my wo, Stay yet a while. Dione lands confelt. And learn what bloody hand has ftruck the blow. He knows me not. He faints, he finks to rest.
Cleantbes. Say, youth, ere fate thy feeble voice confounds, Tell her, since all my hopes in her were lost, What led chee hither? whence these purple wounds? That death was welcome
Dione. Stay, Aeeting life; may ftrength a while prevail, What fudder gults of grief my bosom rend: Leit my clos'd lips confine th' imperfect cale. A parent's curses o'er my head impend, Ere the Atseak'ü east grew warni with amber ray, For disobedient vows; ó wretched maid, I from the city took my doubtful waji
Those very vows Erander hath betray'd.