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Laure.
SCENL IV.

Trust a fond father ; raise him from despair.

Dione.
LAURA, DIONE.

I dy not him; I fly a life of care.
Dione.

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 settled look,

There marriage is for servile interest sought :
Till near her side I food; her head the rears,

Is love for wealth, or 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 cyes?

Where love alone, devoid of interest, reigns. Dione.

What concord in each happy pair appears! Thus the reply'd, with rage and scorn pofsest: How fondness strengthens 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 blesings on Dione fall. * Shall learn the name of Lycidas to croak,

Dione. " To found it in my ears! As swains pass by,

Grant me Evander, and I share them all. 5* With look alkance, they fhake their heads and Shall a fond parent give perpctual 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 so her pride, (glade, plains, “ Shall seek the grave; and in the glimmering And all the focks 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 rcar ; « And briftled hair the fleeting phantom fly." Can these the broils of nuptial life prevent ? Still let their curses innocence upbraid :

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

But see, he comes.
Laura.

Laura.
Didit thou perfil to touch her haughty breast?

I'll to the vales repair,
Dione.

Where wanders by the fream my fleecy care, She still the more disdain'd, the more I preft. May'st thou the rage of this new flame controul, Laura.

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 ;

SCENE V.
To me he came; with courteous specch demands
Beneach what bowers repos’d the shepherd bands ;

DIONE, LECIDAS.
Then further aks me, if among that race

I gcidas. A shepherdess 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 tongue betrays. How did it 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 recds. Or did soft pity in her bosom rise, Dione.

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

Dione.
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 each found approaches hunian tread.

Lycidas.
Laura.

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 (well's each breast, each cyc o'erflow'd with

Dione. tears ;

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

Lycidas, Go back, obedient daughter ; hence depart, Didtt thou beseech her not to speed her flight, And fill the fighs that tear his anxious heart. Nor shun with wrathful glance my hated sight? Soon shall Evander, wearied with disdain,

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

Dione.
Think, Laura, what thy hasty thoughts persuade. Can mariners appease the toling storm,
If I return, to love a vi&im made,

When foaming waves the yawning deep deform>
My wrathful fire will force his harsh command, When o'er the sable cloud the thunder flies,
Ahad with Cleanthes join my trembling hand, Say, who fall calm the terror of the kies?

Who shall the lion's famifh'd roar affuage ? The driving fury of the fame reprove?
And can we still proud woman's (tronger rage ? Who then ihall reason with a heart in love?
Soon as my faithful tongue pronounc'd thy name,

Lionc.
Sudden her glances shot refentful flame:

Yet let me speak; O may my words persuade,
Be dumb, lhe cries, this whining love give o'er, The noble youth to quit this sylvan maid !
And vex me with the teazing theme no more. Resign thy crook, no more to plaigs resort,
Iycidas.

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 wish obtain,
Where avarice and strong ambition reign? And should the rustic beauty ftoop to gain ;
If poverty pass by in tatter'd coai,

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

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

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

Lycidas.
Love the weakest passion of their mind.

Such is the force thy faithful words impart,
Dione.

That like the galling goad they pierce my heart,
Though one is by those lervile views posest, You think fair virtue in my brealt resides,
O Lycidas, condemn not all the rest.

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

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

Love singled from the train a beauteous dame;
And crooked ibares were brighten'd in my soil, The tender maid my fervent vows believ'd,
Hf loving herds my fattening meads poffeft, My fervene vows the tender maid deceiv'd.
And my white fleece the tawny mountain dreft ; Why dost thou tremble? why cbus hcave thy
Then would se lure me with love-darting glance, fighs ?
Then with fond mercenary smiles advance. Why Real thy Glent sorrows from thy eyes?
'Though hell with every vice my soul had stain'd,

Dione.
And froward arger in my bosum reign'd, Sure the soft lamb hides rage within his breaft,
Though avarice my coffers cloth'd in rụst, And cooing turtles are with hate poffeft;
And my joints trembled with enfeebled lust; When from so sweet a tongue flow fraud and lies,
Yet, were my ancient name with titles great, And those meck looks a perjur'd heart disguise.
How would he languish for the gaudy bait ! Ah! who shall now on faithless man dçpend?
If to her love all-tempting wealth pretend, The treacherous lover proves as false a friend.
What virtuous woman can her heart defend?

Lycidas,
Dione.

When with Dione's love my borom glow'd,
Conquests, thus meanly bought, men foon despise, Firni constancy and cruth sincere I vowd;
And justly flight the mercenary prize.

But since Parthenia's brighter charms were known, Lycidas.

My love, my conftancy and truth are flowo.
I know these frailties in her breast refide,

Dione,
Diret her glance, and every adion guide. Are not thy hours with conscious anguish stung?
Still let Alexis' faithful friendship aid,

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

Lycidas:
Tell her, for her this sylvan dress I took,

Go, try her; tempt her with my birth and state,
Yor her my name and pomp of courts forsook ; Stronger ambition will subdue her hate.
My lofty roofs with golden sculpture (bine,

Dione.
And my high birth defcends from ancient linc. O rather turn thy thoughts on that loft maid,
Dione.

Whose hourly fighs 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 chastę desire. Plac'd by the glimmering taper's paly light,
Who thinks tņue love for lucre to possess,

With all your letters spread before her view,
Shall grasp false fattery and the feign's caress; While trickling tears the tender lines bedew;
Can we believe that mean, that servile wife, Sobbing the reads the perjuries o'er and o'er,
Who vilely sells her dear-bought love for life, And her long nights know peaceful Deep Ro mors.
Would not her virtue for an hour resign,

Lycidas,
If in her fight çhe proffer'd trçasure shine. Let me forget her.
Lycidas.

Dione.
Can reason (when by winds swift fires are borne

O falle youth, relent;

1

993 When Mymen joins your hands, and music's voice Calm as the fleeping seas! but should my lighs Makes the glad echocs of thy domes rejoice, Too rudely breathe, what angry storms would Then fall Dione force the crowded hall,

rise!

[crown'd,
Kneel at thy feet, and loud for justice call : Though the fair rose with beauteous bluth is
Could you behold her weltering on the ground, Beneath her fragrant leaves the thorn is found;
The purple dagger recking from the wound; The peach, that with inviting crimson blooms,
Could you, unmov’d, this dreadful sight survey? Deep at the heart the cankering worm confumess
Such fatal scenes shall fain the bridal day. 'Tis thus, alas! those lovely features hide
Lycidas,

Disdain and anger and recorful pride.
The horrid thought finks deep into my soul,
And down my cheek unwilling sorrows roll.

SCENE II.
Dione
From this new flame you may as yet recede,

LYCIDAS, DIONE, PARTELNIA.
Or have you doom'd that guiltless maid Sall
blecd ?

Lycidas.
Lycidas.

Hath proffer'd greatness yet o'ercome her hates
Name her no more. -Hafte, feel the sylvan fair.

And does the languish for the glittering bait ?.
Dione.

Against the (wain the might her pride supporto
Should the rich proffer tempt her listening ear,

Can the subdue her sex, and scorn a court? Bid all your piece adieu. O barbarous youth,

Perhaps in dreams the shining vision charms,

And the rich bracelet sparkles on her arms;
Can you forego your honour, love, and truth?
Yet thould Parthenia wealth and title flight,

In fancy'd heaps the golden treasure glows:
Would justice then restore Dione's right?

Parthenia, wake; all chis thy {wain bestows, Would you then dry her ever-falling tears;

Dione. And bless with honek love your future years?

$leeps fhe in these close bowers? Lycidas.

Lgeidar. I'll in yon fhade thy wilh'd return attend;

-Lo! there the licsa
Come, quickly come, and cheer chy lighing friend.

Dione.
[Lxit Lycidas. O may oo startling sound unseal her eyes,
Dione.

And drive her hence away. 'Till now, in vain
Should her proud soul resist the tempting bait,

I trod the winding wood and weary plain. Should the contemn his proffer'd wealth and face; Hence, Lycidas; beyond those shades repose, Then I once more his perjur'd heart may move,

While I thy fortune and thy birth disclose, And in his bolom wake the dying love.

Lycidas. As the pale wretch involv'a in doubts and fears,

May I Parthenia to thy friendship owe? All trembling in the judgment-hall appears ;

Dione. So shall I stand before Parchenia's eyes,

rather think on loft Dione's woe!

Must the thy broken faith for ever mourn, For as she dooms, Dione lives or dics.

And will that julter passion ne'er return?

Lycidas.

Upbraid me not; but go. Her Qumbers chase;
ACT IV. SCENE I.

And in her view the bright temptation place.
LYCIDAß, PARTHENIA, afleep in e Bower.

[Exit Lycidae

SCENE III.
Lycidas.
Mar no rude wind the ruling branches move;

DIONE, PARTHENIA.
Breathe soft, ye filent gales, nor wake my love.
Ve shepherds, piping homeward on the way,

Dione.
Let not the diftant echoes learn your lay; Now flames the western sky with golden beams;
Śtrain not, ye nightingales, your warbling throat, And the ray kindles on the quivering freams;
May no loud fake prolong the thriller note, Long flights of crows, high-croaking from their
Lefi she awake; O seep, secure her eyes,

food,
That I may gaze ; for, if the wake, the flies. Now seek the nightly covert of the wood;
Wbile easy dreams compose her peaceful soul, The tender grass with dewy crystal bends,
What anxious cares within my bofom roll: And gathering vapour from the heath ascends.
II tir'd with ligiis beneath the beech I lie, Shake off this downy rest; wake, gentle maid,
And languid number close my weeping eye, Trust not thy charms beneath the aoxious shade.
Her lovely vision rises to my view,

Parthenia, rise.
Świft flies the symph, and (wift would I pursuç ;

Parthenia.
I Arive to call, my tongue has lost its sound;

What voice alarms my ear?
Like rooted oaks, my feet benumb’d are bound; Away. Approach not. Hah! Alexis there!
Struggling I wake. Again 'my sorrows flow, Let us together to the vales descend,
And not one flattering dream deludes my woe. And to the folds our bleating charge attend;
What innocence: how meek is cvery grace! But let me hear no more that shepherd's game,

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Bione.

The gazing flock, all envious of her pride,
Can I behold him gasping on the ground, Behold her skipping by the priestess' lide;
And seck no healing herb to staunch the wound? Each hopes the flowery wreath with longing eyes;
For thee continual ûghs 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 fate 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 passion right, As yet her tongue refifts the tempting fnare,
And show thy lover in his native light.

And guards my panting bosom from despair.
Partbenia.

(Afide. Why in dark mystery are thy words involv'd ? Can thy strong foul this noble flame forego If Lycidas you mean; know, I'm resolv'd.

Must such a lover walte his life in woe?
Dione.

Paribenia.
Let not thy kindling rage my words restrain. Tell him, his gifts I scorn; not all his art,
Koow then, Parthenia flights no vulgar (wain. Not all his fatcery shall seduce my heart.
For thee he bears the scrip and sylvan crook, Courtiers, I know, are disciplin'd to cheat,
For thee the glories of a court forsook.

Their infant lips are taught to lisp deceit; May not thy heart the wealthy flame decline ! To prey on easy nymphs they range the Made, His honours, his possessions, all are thine. And vainly boast of innocence betray'd; Partberia.

Chafte hearts, unlearn'd in falsehood, they allail, If he's a courtier, Oye nymphs, beware;

And think our car will drink the grateful talc.
Those who most promise are the leaf fincere. No. Lycidas fall ne'er my peace destroy,
The quick-ey'd hawk shoots headlong from above, I'll guard my virtuc, and content enjoy.
And in his pounces bears the trembling dove;

Dione.
The pilfering wolf o'erleaps the fold's defence. So strong a passion in my borom burns,
But the false courtier preys on innocence.

Whene'er his soul is griev'd, Alexis mourns !
If he's a courtier, Oye nymphs, beware : Canst thou this importuning ardor blame? (lame?
Those who most promise are the least fincere. Would not thy tongue for friendfhip urge the
Dione.

Partbenin. Alas! thou ne'er haft prov'd the sweets of state, Yes, blooming (wain. You show an honest mind; Nor known that female pleasure, to be great. I see it, with the purest flame refin'd. 'Tis for thc town ripe clusters load the poles, Who shall compare love's mcan and gross desire And all our autumn crowns the courtier's bowls; To the chalte zeal of friendlip's facred fire ? For him our woods the red-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.
For him with fruit the bending branch is Gor'd, In folly's heart the short-liy'd blaze may glow,
Plenty pours all her blessings on his board. Wisdom alonc can purer friendship know.
If (when the market to the city cails)

Love is a sudden blaze which soon decays,
We chance to pass beside his palace-walls, Priendship is like the sun's eternal rays;
Does not his hall with music's voice resound, Not daily benefits exhaust the flame,
And the floor tremble with the dancer's bound? It fill is giving, and Atill burns the same;
Such are the pleasures Lycidas shall give,

And could Alexis from his soul remove
When thy relenting bosom bids him live.

All the low images of grosser love;
Partbenie.

Such mild, such gentle looks thy heart declare, See yon gay goldfinch hop from spray to spray, Faia would my breast thy faithful friendship share. Who sings a farewell to the parting day;

Dione.
At large he Aies o'er hill and dale and down ; How dare you in the different ser confide?
Is not each bus, each spreading tree his own? And seek a friendship which you ne'er have try'd?
And canst thou chink he'll quit his native brier,

Parthenia.
For the bright cage o'er-arch'd with golden wire? Yes, I to thee could give up all my heart.
What then are honours, pomp and gold to me?

From thy chaste eye no wanton glances dart; Are those a price to purchase liberty?

Thy modest lips convey no thought impure,
Dione.

With thee may strictest virtuc walk secure.
Think, when the Hymeneal torch shall blaze,

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 (corn can kill my friend ! grac'd,

Parthenia.
And the bright zone shall sparkle round thy waist; Accuse me not, who aa a generous part ;
How will their hearts with envious sorrow pine,

Had I, like city maids, a fraudful heart,
When Lycidas fhall join his hand to thine !

Then had his proffers taught my soul to feige, Partbenia.

Then had I vịlely floopt to fordid gain, And yet, Alexis, all that pomp and show

Then had I ligh'd for honours, pomp and gold, Are oft she varnish of internal woc.

And for unhappy chains my freedom fold. When the chatte lamb is from her sisters led, If you would save him, bid him leave the plain

There, thall his paflion find a ready cure,

Lycidas. There not one dame refifts the glittering lurç.

-Could thy guarded heart, Dione.

When her full beauty glow'd, puc by the dart ! All this I frequent urg'd, but urg'd in vain. Yet on Alexis let my soul depend; Alas! phou only canst assuage his pain !

'Tis most ungenerous to fufpect a friend.

And thou, I hope, halt well that name profest, SCENE IV.

Dione.

O could thy piercing eye discern my breast !
Dionz, PARTIENIA, LYCIDAS.

Could'It thou the secrets of my bosom see,

There cycry thought is fill'd with cares for chec. Lycidas. (Listening:

Lycidas. Why stays Alexis ? can my bosom bear

Is there, against hypocrisy, defence. Thus long alternate storms of hope and fear? Who clothes her words and looks with innocence! Yonder they walk; no frowns her brow disguise,

[Afide. But love-consenting sparkles in her eyes; Say, shepherd, when you proffer'd wealth and : Here will I listen, here, impatient wait.

ftate,
Spare me, Parthenia, and resign thy hatc. (Afide, Did not her fcorn and suppled pride abate ?
Parthenia.

Dione.
When Lycidas fhall to the court repair,
Still let
Alexis love his flecay care;

As sparkling diamonds to the feather'd train,

Who scrape the winnow'd chaff in search of grain ;
Suill let him choose cool grois and sylvan bowers, Such to the shepherdess the court appears :
And let Parthenia share his peaceful hours. Content she seeks, and spurns those glittering cares,
Lycidas.

Lucidas.
What do I hear? my friendship is betray'd; 'Tis not in woman grandeur to despise,
The treacherous rival has seduc'd the maid,

'Tis not from courts, from me alone the flics.

(Afide. Did not my paslion fuffer like disgrace, Parthenia,

While the believ'd me born of sylvan race ? With thee, where bearded goats descend the steep, Doft thou not think, this proudes 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,

Dione. And from thy reed my voice shall catch the lay.

No rival shepherd her disdain can move; But see, ftill evening spreads her dusky wings,

Her frozen bosom is averse to love.
The flock, Now-moving from the misty springs,

Lycidas.
Now seek their fold. Come, shepherd, let's away, Say, art thou sure, that this ungrateful fair
Tu close the latest labours of the day.

Scorns all alike, bids all alike despair ?
(Exeunt hand in hand,

Dione.

How can I know the secrets of her heart?
SCENE V.

Lycidas.
LYCIDAS.

Answer fincere, nor from the question fare,

Say, in her glance was never love confeft, My troubled heart what dire disasters rend?

And is no swain distinguish'd from the reft ?
A scornful mistress, and a treacherous friend!

Digne.
Would ye be cozen'd, more than woman can, O Lycidas, bid all thy troubles cease;
Unlock your bosom to perfidious man.

Let not a thought on her disturb thy peace,
One faithful wonian have these eyes beheld,

May justice bid thy former passion wake;
And against her this perjur'd heart rebellid : Think how Dione suffers for thy fake :
But search as far as earth's wide bounds extend, Let'not a broken oath thy honour stain,
Where hall the wretched find one faithful friend? Recal thy vows, and seek the town again.

Lycidas.
SCENE VI.

What means Alexis? where's thy friendship ilown?

Why am I banish'd to the hateful town?
LYCID4S, DIONĘ.

Hath some new shepherd warm'd Parthenia's

breaft?
Lycidas.

And does my love his amorous hours moleft ?
Why farts the swain ? why tura his eyes away, Is it for this thou bid'at me quit the plain ?
As if amidst his path the viper lay?

Yes, yes, thou fondly lov'st this rival swain.
Did I not to thy charge my heart confide! When first my cheated soul thy friendship woo'd,
Did I not trust thee near Parthenia's adę, To my warm heart I took the viperous brood,
As here she dept?

O false Alexis !
Dione.

Dione.
She straight my call obey'd,

-Why am I accusid?
And downy flumber left the lovely maid ; Thy jealous mind is by weak fears abusid.
As in the morn awakes the folded rose,

Lycidas. and all around her breathing odour throws; Was not thy bosom fraught with false defign?

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