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Il fated love! O fay, ye fylvan maids,
Dione. Who range wide forests and fequefter'd shades,
-0, if ye pass Say where Evander bled, point out the ground Where purple murder dyes the wither'd grass, That yet is purple with the favage wound. With pious finger gently close his eyes, Yonder he lies; I hear the bird of prey ;
And let his grave with decent verdure rise. High o'er those cliffs the raven wings his way;
(Weefst Hark how he croaks! he scents the murder near.
Laura. O may no greedy beak his visage tear!
Behold the turtle who has lost her mate;
And cooing meditates the murder'd dove;
But time the rueful image wears away,
Spare then thy beauty, and no longer pinc.
Dione. Yet if thy friendship still the cause request; Yet sute some turtle's love has equal'd mine, I'll spezk, though sorrow rend my labouring breast. Who, when the hawk has snatch'd her mate away) Know then, fair shepherdess, no honest Iwain Hath never known the glad return of day. Taught me the duties of the peaceful plain; When my fond father saw my faded eye, Unus'd to sweet content, no flocks I keep,
And on my livid check the roses die ; Nor browzing goats that overhang the steep. When catching sighs my wasted bosom mov'd, Born where Orchomenos' proud currets shinc,
My looks, my fighs, confirm'd him that I lov'd. I trace my birth from long illustrious line, He knew not that Evander was my flame, Why was I train'd amidst Arcadia's court?
Evander dead! my passion fill the same! Love ever revels in that gay resort.
He came, he threaten'd; with paternal sway, Whene'er Evander past, my smitten heart Cleanthes nam'd, and fix'd the nuptial day : Heav'd frequent fighs, and felt unusual smart.
O cruel kindness! too severely prest!
Dione. Difruft me not; thy secret wrongs impart, Though bound my duty, yet my heart rebell'd. Dione.
One night, when sleep had hush'd all busy spies, Forgive the fallies of a breaking heart.
And the pale moon had journey'd half the kies, Evander's lighs his mutual flame confeft,
Softly I rose and dress’d; with filent cread, The growing pallion labour'd in his breast;
Unbarr'd the gates, and to these mountains filed. To me he came ; my heart with rapture sprung.
Here let me soothe the melancholy hours !
And no Cleanthes interrupt my woc
[Melancbely Music is beard at a diftance, Laura.
On yonder plain
Black cypress boughs their drooping heads adora.
Laura. Now have twelve mornings warm'd the purple east, Alas! Menalcas to his grave is borne. Since my dear hunter rous'd the tulky beast; Behold the victim of Parthenia's pride! Swift flew the foanıing monster through the wood, He saw, he figh’d, he lov’d, was scorn'd, and dy'd. Swift as the wind, his eager steps pursued :
Dione. 'Twas then the savage turn'd ; then fell the youth, Where dwells this beauteous tyrant of the plains ? And his dear blood dittain'd the barbarous tooth.
Where may I see her?
Ak the sighing swains. Dione.
Whoever sees her, loves; who loves her, dies. In vain through pathless woods the hunters crost,
Dione. And fought with anxious eye their master loft; In vain their frequent hollows echo'd thrill, Perhaps untimely fate her flame hath cross'd, And his lov'd name was sent from hill to hill;
And she, like me, hath her Evander loft. Evander hears you not. He's loft, he's Main,
How my soul pities her!
If pity move
yet no clown (who, wandering from the way, Your generous bosom, pity those who loves Beats every bush to raise the lamb astray)
There late arriv'd among our sylvan race blery'd the facal spot ?
5 A franger Shepherd, who with lonely pace
Visits those mountain-pines at dawn of day,
24 Sbepeerd. Where oft Parthenia takes her early way
As fade the flowers which on the grave I cal; To rouse the chafe ; mad with his amorous pain, So may Parthenia's transient beauty waste : He ftops and raves; then sullen walks again.
1 Shepberd, Parthenia's name is borne by paling gales, What woman ever counts the fleeting years, And talking hills repeat it to the dales.
Or fees the wrinkle which her forehead.wcars? Come, let us from this vale of sorrow go,
Thinking her features never shall decay, Nor let the mournful scene prolong thy woe.
This swain the scorns, from that the turns away.
[Exeunt. But know, as when the rose her bud unfolds, SCENE I*.
Awhile each breast the hott-liv'd fragrance holds ; Shepherds and Sbepberdefjes (crowned with garlands of the lovely ruin's ever thrown afide.
When the dry stalk lets drop her thriveli'd pride, cypress and yew) bearing the body of Menalcas.
So shall Parthenia be. sf Shepberd.
2d Sheplerd. Here gently ieft the corse-With faultering breath
Sce, the appears, Thus (pake Menalcas on the verge of death. * Belov'd Palemon, hear a dying friend ;
To boaft her spoils, and triumph in our tears. * See, where yon hills with craggy brows afcend,
SCENE III. • Low in the valley where the mountain grows,
Parlbenia appears from the mountain * There firft I saw her, there began my woes. “When I am cold, may there this clay be laid !
PARTHENIA. SHEPHERDS. # There often strays the dear, the cruel maid;
14 Sbepberd. « There as she walks, perhaps you'll hear her say, Why this way doft thou curn thy banesul eyes, "(While a kind gushing tear fhall force its way) Pernicious baGlisk? Lo! there he lies. " How could my stubborn heart relentless prove? There lies the youth thy cursed beauty New; " Ah, poor Menalcas-all thy fault was love!"
See, at thy presence, how he bleeds ancw ! 2. Sbepberd.
Look down, enjoy thy murder. When pitying lion's o'er a carcafe groan,
-Spare my fante;
Shun the swift glances of my venom'd eye:
-Is love in mine? Such was the face our poor Menalcas found. If e'er I trifled with a shepherd's pain, 2d Shepberd.
Or with false hope his pallion Atrove to gain; What shepherd does not mourn Menalcas llain! Then might you juftly curse my savage mind, Killid by a barbarous woman's proud disdain : Then might you rank me with the serpent kind : Whoe'er attempts to bend her scornful mind, But I ne'er trifled with a shepherd's pain, Cries to the deserts, and pursues the wind. Nor with false hope his passion Atrove to gain : If Shepberd.
'sis to his rash pursuit he owes his fate ;
Unhappy Lycidas, thy hour is near ! (doom,
Partbınia. Some tender sonnet grow on every rind.
Why will intruding man my peace defroy! 2d Sbeplerd.
Let me content and folicude enjoy ; Yet what avails his kill! Parthenia flics.
Free was I born; my freedom to maintain,
Early I fought the unambitious plain.
Mott women's weak rcfolves, like reeds, will ply, Why was Parthenia form'd of softelt mould? Shake with each breath, and bend with every figh; Why does her heart fuch savage nature hold? Mine, like an oak, whose firm roots deep defccnd, Oye kind gods ! or all her charms efface, Nor breath of love can shake, nor figh can bend. Or tame her heart--fo spare the shepherd race. If ye unhappy Lycidas would save;
Go seek him, lead him to Menalcas' grave; Tinis and the following scene are formed upon the Forbid his cyes with flowing grief to rain, novel of Marcella in Don Quixote,
Like him Menalcas wept, but wept in vaia :
Bid him his heart-consuming groans give o'er : Didt thou not fee him hend his suppliant knee?
To keep the fair in view! Run, virgin run,
Hear not his vows; I heard, and was undone! And o'er his grave the weeping marble laid;
Why Itream thy tears for forrows not thy own?
Oh! where are honour, faith, and justice flown?
Perjur'd Evandct !
-Death has laid him low, wood,
Touch not the mournful string that wakes thy And by the winding banks of Ladon's flood, I sought my love. O say, ye skipping fawns
Dione. (Who range entangled nades and daily'd lawns)
That amorous (wain, whoin Lycidas you name, if ye have seen her! say, ye warbling race
(Whose faithless bofum fecis another flame) (Who measure on swift wing th' aerial space,
Is my once kind Evander-yes-'twas he. And view below hills, dales, and distant fhores)
He lives--but lives, alas! no more for me. Where shall I find hier whom my soul adores:
1.aura. SCENE V.
Let not thy frantic words confess despair.
Dione. LYCIDAS, PARTHENIA, DIONE, LAURA.
What, know I not his voice, his mien, his air? [Dione and Laura at a difiunce. Yes, I that treacherous voice with joy believ'd, Lycidas,
That voice, that mien, that air, my soul de. What do I see ? no. Fancy mocks my eyes,
ceiv'd. And bids the dear deluding vision rise.
If my dear shepherd love the lawns, and glades, 'Tis the. My springing heart her presence feels.
With him I'll range the lawns, and seek the shades, See, prostrate Lycidas before thee incels.
With him through solitary descris rove.
(Kneeling to Partbenia. But could he leave me for another love? Why will Parthenia turn her face away?
O bale ingratitude:
Suspend thy gricf, (Sbe farts from ber melancholy: and, seeing Lycidas, And let my friendly counsel bring relief flies into the wood.
To thy defponding soul. Parthenia's car
Is bari'd for ever to the lover's prayer ;
Evander courts disdain, he follows scorn, Owing my feet, kind love. See, see, she bounds,
And in the pafling winds his vows are borne. Flect as the mountain roe, when prest by hounds.
Soon will he find that all in vain he trove (He pursues ber, Dione faints in the arms of Laura.
To tame her bofom; then his former love
Shall wake bis soul; then will he fighing blame What means this trembling? All her colour flies, His heart inconstant, and his perjur d Aame : And life is quite unftrung. Ah! lift thy eyes,
Then thall he at Dione's fect implore, And answer me ; speak, speak, 'tis Laura calls.
Lament his broken faith, and change no more. Speech has forfook her lips. She taints, she falls.
Parthenia's breast is ftcel'd with real scoro.
And dort thou think Evander will return?
Strip off thete ornaments of fimale price: DiJA thou not fear his figlis and suppliant tone? The thepherd's vclt must hide thy graceful air, Did thou not hear the pitying mountain groan? With the bold manly Itep a Twain appear; Vol. V!!!.
Then with Evander may't thou rove unknown, As from the bearing falcon fies the dove
So, wing'd with fear, Parthenia flies from love. Then the new fury of his heart controul,
From the cold marble rise ; let's halte away. Sweet as refreshing dews, or summer howers, Why lie you panting, like the smitten decr? To the long parching thirst of drooping flowers; Trult not the dangers which you bid me fear. Grateful as fanning gales to fainting fwains.
Lycidas. And foft ás trickling balm to bleeding pains ; Bid the lur'd lark, whom tangling nets furprise, Such are thy words. The fex hall be resign'd, On foaring pinion rove the spacious fies; No more shall braided gold thefe treffes bind; Bid the cag'd linnet range the leafy grove; The shepherd's garb the woman fall disguise. Then bid my captive heart get loose from love. If he has lost all
love, may friendship's ties The snares of death are o'er me. Hence ! beware; Unite me to his heart!
Left you should see her, and like me despair. Laura.
Th' enfnaring oath, the broken vow deteft :
That flame, which other charms have power te Perhaps my shepherd has outstript her halte.
Love's seated in the soul, and never dies. Maintain her scorn, his eager flame despise, Whác then avail her charms ? My constant heart Nor view Evander with Dione's eyes!
Shall gaze fecure, and mock a second dart.
But you perhaps a happier fate have found,
And the same hand that gave, now heals the wound,
Or art thou left abandon'd and forlorn, Lycidas lying on the grave of MENALCAS.
A wretch, like me, the sport of pride and scorn? Lycidas.
Dione. When shall these fcalding fountains ceasc to flow? O tell me, thepherd, hath thy faithless maid, How long will life sustain this load of woe?
False to her vow, thy Aatter'd hope betray'd ? Why glows the morn? Roll back, thou source of Did her smooth speech engage thee to believe? light,
Did the protest and swear, and then deceive? And feed my sorrows with eternal night. Such are the pangs I feel! Come, fable Death!give, give the welcome froke;
Lgcidas. The raven calls thee from yon blasted oak,
- The haughty fair What pious care my ghaftful lid shall close? Contemns my fufferings, and disdains to hear. What decent hand my frozen limbs compose?
Let meaner beauties, learn'd in female snares, O happy shepherd, free from anxious pains,
Entice the Swain with half.consenting airs; Who now art wandering in the fighing plains
Such vulgar arts ne'er aid her conquering eyes, Of bleft Elysium; where in myrtle groves
And yet, where'er the curos, a lover fighs. Enamour's ghosts bemoan their former loves.
Vain is the steady constancy you boalt; Open, thou filent grave; for lo! I come
All other love at fight of her is loft. To meet Meralcas in the fragrant gloom ;
Dione. There shall my bosom burn with friendship's Aame, True constancy no time, no power, can move. The same our passion, and our fate the same;
He that hath known to change, ne'er knew to love. There, like two nightingales on neighbouring Though the dear author of my hapless flame boughs,
Pursue anocher ; ftill my heart's the fame. Alternate strains shall mourn our frustrate vows.
Am I for ever left? (excuse these tears) But if cold death should clofe Parthenia's eye,
May your kind friendship foften all my cares! And should her beauteous form come gliding by; What comfort can a wretch, like me, below?
He best can pity who hath felt the woc.
Since different obje&s have our fouls poffeft,
No rival fears our friendship thall moleft.
turn hence, be timely wise; Come, let us leave the shade of these brown hills, Trust not thy fafety to Parthenia's eyes. And drive our flocks beside the streaming rills.
Should the fair týrant to these vales return, How happy lives the nymphi whose comély face
To wound the swain the loves! No jealous fears
Shall vex her nuptial state with nightly tears; SCENE III.
Nor amorous youths, to push their foul pretence, LYCIDAS, Dione, LAURA.
Infest her days with dull impertinence.
But why talk 1 of love! My guarded heart
Difowns his power, and turns aside the dart.
Hark! from his hollow tomb Menalcas cries,
(Sbe flands in a melancholy poftura, looking on the tomb, Lycidasa
Lycidas. -She comes, she comes; Callid the not Lycidas! -- come, my fair ; From her the passing zephyrs steal perfumes, See generous pity melts into a tear, As from the violet's bank with odours sweet And her heart softens. Now's the tender hour ; Breathes every gale; spring blooms beneath her Afilt me, Love! exert thy sovereign power fect.
To tame the scornful maid.
-Rash swain, be wise;
Leave her, forget her. [They bold Lycidas. My love is fairer than the snowy breast
Laura. of the call swan, whose proudly swelling chest
Why this furious haste? Divides the wave; her treffes, loole behind,
--Sifter, hold him faft. Anow't thou Parthenia ?
To follow her, is, to prolong despair.
Shepherd, you must not go.
-Bold youth, forbear. Yet if Alexis and this fighing swain
Heat me, Parthenia. Wifh to behold the tyrant of the plain,
Partbenia. Let us behind these myrtles twining arms
From behind the shade Retire unseen; from thence survey her charms. Methought a voice some listening spy betray'd. Wild as the chaunting thrush upon the spray, Yes, I'm observ'd.
(Sbe runs out. At man's approach, the swiftly flies away.
Lycidas. Like the young hare, l've seen the panting maid
Stay, nymph ; thy flight suspend. stop, liften, run; of every wind afraid.
She bears me not when will my sorrows end! Lycidas.
As over-spent with toil, my heaving breast And wilt thou never from thy vows depart? Beats quick. 'Tis death alone can give me rest. Shepherd, beware-now fortify thy heart.
(He remains in a fixt melancholy, (To Dione.
SCENE V. [Lycidas, Dione, and Laura, retires bebind the bougbs.
LYCIDAS, Dione, LAURA.
Recall thy scatter'd senfe, bid reason wake,
Subdue thy passion.
-Shall I never speak? Hah! what inscription marks the weeping stone ? She's gone, she's gone-Kind shepherd, let me rest
power of beauty! here Menalcas lies, My troubled head upon thy friendly breast. "Gaze not, ye shepherds, on Parthenia's eyes.” The forest seems to move cursed state! Why did Heaven form me with such polith'd care? I doom'd to love, and she condemn'd eu hate! Why call my features in a mould fo fair ?
Tell me, Alexis, art thou still the fame?
Mir.dful of former promise ; all that's dear,
My though:s, my dreams, my every wish is there.