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loi o N.E.
I found her laid beside the crystal brook,
Nor rais'd she from the streatn her settled look,
Till near her side I stood; her head she rears,
Starts sudden, and her shrieks contess her fears.

Did not thy words her thoughtful soul surprise,
And kindle sparkling anger in her eyes?

Thus she reply'd, with rage and scorn possest:
“Will importuning love ne'er give me rest?
Why am I thus in deserts wild pursu'd,
Like guilty consciences when stain'd with blood 2
Sure boding ravens, from the blasted oak,
Shall learn the name of Lycidas to croak,
To sound it in my ears As swains pass by,
With look askance, they shake their heads, and cry,
* Lo! this is she for whom the shepherd dy’d
Soon Lycidas, a victim to her pride,
Shall seek the grave; and in the glimmering glade,
With look all pale, shall glide the restless shade
Of the poor swain ; while we, with haggard eye
And bristled hair, the fleeting phantom fly.”
Still let their curses innocence upbraid :
Heaven never will forsake the virtuous maid.”

La U ra.

Didst thou persist to touch her haughty breast? InfoNr.

She still the more disdain'd, the more I prest.

tatt R.A. When you were gone, these walks a stranger crost, He turn'd through every path, and wander'd lost; To me he came ; with courteous speech demands Beneath what bowers repos'd the shepherd bands; Then further asks me, it among that race A shepherdess was found of courtly grace, With proffer'd bribes iny faithful tongue essays; But for no bribe the faithful tongue betrays. In me Dione's safe. Far hence he speeds, Where other hills resound with other reeds.

Dione. Should he come back; Suspicion's jealous eyes Might trace my feature through the swain's disguise. Now every noise and whistling wind I dread, And in each sound approaches human tread.

LAURA. He said, he left your house involv’d in cares, Sighs swell'd each breast, each eye o'erflow’d with For his lost child thy pensive father mourns, [tears; And, sunk in sorrow, to the dust returns.

Go back, obedient daughter; hence depart, And still the sighs that tear his anxious heart. Soon shall Evander, wearied with disdain, Forego these fields, and seek the town again.

dron p. Think, Laura, what thy hasty thoughts persuade. If I return, to Love a victim made, My wrathful sire will force his harsh command, And with Cleanthes join my trembling hand.

LAURA. Trust a fond father; raise him from despair.

Drone. I fly not him; I fly a life of care. On the high nuptials of the court look round ; Where shall, alas! one happy pair be found ! There marriage is for servile interest sought: Is love for wealth or power or title bought 2 "Tis hence domestic jars their peace destroy, And loose adultery steals the shameful joy. But search we wide o'er all the blissful plains, Where love alone, devoid of interest, reigns. What concord in each happy pair appears! How fondness strengthens with the rolling years! Superior power ne'er thwarts their soft delights,

Nor jealous accusations wake their nights.

May all those blessings on Dione fall. '

Drose. ,
Grant me Fvander, and I share them all.
Shall a fond parent give perpetual strife,
And doom his child to be a wretch for life 2
Tho' he bequeath'd me all these woods and plains,
And all the flocks the russet down contains;
With all the golden harvests of the year,
Far as where yonder purple mountains rear;
Can these the broils of nuptial life prevent?
Can these, without Evander, give content?
But see, he comes.
r. At RA.
I'll to the vales repair,
Where wanders by the stream my fleecy care.
Mayst thou the rage of this new flame control,
And wake Dione in his tender soul! [Erit Laura

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Will she consent my sighing plaint to hear, Norlet my piercing cries be lost in air

Idioxe. Qan mariners appease the tossing storm, When foaming waves the yawning deep deform 2 When o'er the sable cloud the thunder flies, Say, who shall calm the terrour of the skies? Who shall the lion's famish’d roar assuage 2 And can we still proud woman's stronger rage 2 Soon as my faithful tongue pronounc'd thy name, Sudden her glances shot resentful flame: ‘. Bo dumb,” she crics, “this whining love give o'er, And vex me with the teasing theme no more.”

'Tis pride alone that keeps alive her scorn.
Can the mean swain, in humble cottage born,
Can Poverty that haughty heart obtain,
Where avarice and strong ambition reign?
If Poverty pass by in tatter'd coat,
Qurs vex his heels, and stretch their barking throat;
If chance he mingle in the female crowd,
Pride tosses high her head, Scorn laughs aloud;
Each nymph turns from him to her gay gallant,
And wonders at the impudence of Want.
'Tis vanity that rules all woman-kind,
Love is the weakest passion of their mind,

Though one is by those servile views possest,
O Lycidas! condemn not all the rest.

Lycin As.
Though I were bent beneath a load of years,
And seventy winters thinn'd my hoary hairs;
Yet, if my olive branches dropt with oil,
And crooked shares were brighten’d in my soil,
lflowing herds my fattening meads possest,
And my white fleece the tawny mountain drest;
Then would she lure me with love-darting glance,
Then with fond mercenary smiles advance.
Tho' Hell with every vice my soul had stain'd,
And froward anger in my boson reign'd,
Though a varice my coffers cloth'd in rust,
And my joints trembled with enfeebled lust;
Yet, were my ancient name with titles great,
How would she languish for the gaudy bait
If to her love all-tempting wealth pretend,
What virtuous woman can her heart defend ?

Dione. Conquests, thus meanly bought, men soon despise, And justly slight the mercenary prize.

Lycinas. I know these frailties in her breast reside, Direct her glance, and every action guide, Still let Alexis' faithful friendship aid, Once more attempt to bend the stubborn maid. Tell her, no base-born swain provokes her scorn, No clown, beneath the scdgy cottage born; Tell her, for her this sylvan dress I took, For her my name and pomp of courts forsook; My lofty roofs with golden sculpture shine, And my high birth descends from ancient line.

Dronn. Love is a sacred voluntary fire, Gold never bought that pure, that chaste desire. Who thinks true love for lucre to possess, Shall grasp false flattery and the feign'd caress; Gan we believe that mean, that servile wife, Who vilely sells her dear-bought love for life,

Would not her virtue for an hour resign, If in her sight the proffer'd treasure shine.

I.Y.cidas. Son reason (when by winds swift fires are borne O'er waving harvests of autumnal corn) The driving fury of the flame reprove 2 Who then shalf reason with a heart in love!

pione. Yet let me speak: O may my words persuade The noble youth to quit this sylvan maid! Resign thy crook, no more to plains resort, Look round on all the beauties of the court; There shall thy merit find a worthy flame, .* nymph of equal wealth and equal name. Think, if these offers should thy wish obtain, And should the rustic beauty stoop to gain; Thy heart could ne'er prolong th’ unequal fire, The sudden blaze would in one year expire; Then thy rash folly thou too late shalt chide, To poverty and base-born blood ally’d ; Her vulgar tongue shall animate the strife, And hourly discord vex thy future life.

LY Cinas. Such is the force thy faithful words impart, That, like the galling goad, they pierce my heart. You think fair virtue in my breast resides, That honest truth my lips and actions guides. Deluded shepherd, could you view my soul, You'd see it with deceit and treachery foul; I'm base, perfidious. Ere from court i came, Love singled from the train a beauteous dame; The tender maid my fervent vows believ'd, My fervent vows the tender maid deceiv'd. Why dost thoutremble?—why thus heave thy sighs? Why steal thy silent sorrows from thy eyes?

- proxie.

Sure the soft lamb hides rage within his breast,
And cooing turtles are with hate possest;
When from so sweet a tongue flow fraud and lies,
And those meek looks a perjurd heart disguise.
Ah! who shall now on faithfessman depend ? -
The treacherous lover proves as false a friend.

LY clidAs. When with Dione's love my bosom glow’d, Firm constancy and truth sincere Ivow’d ; But since Parthenia's brighter charms were known, My love, my constancy, and truth, are flown.

Idio NE. Are not thy hours with conscious anguish stung Swift vengeance must o'ertake the perjur'd tongue. The gods the cause of injur’d love assert, And arm with stubborn pride Parthenia's heart.

LY citas. Go, try her; tempt her with my birth and state, Stronger ambition will subdue her hate.

Dione. Q rather turn thy thoughts on that lost maid, Whose hourly sighs thy faithless oath upbraid! Think you behold her at the dead of night, Plac'd by the glimmering taper's paly light, With all your letters spread before her view, While trickling tears the tender lines bedev s Sobbing she reads the perjuries o'er and o'er. And her long nights know peaceful sleep no more.

LYcipas. Let me forget her.


O false youth, relent! Think should Parthenia to thy hopes consent; When Hymen joins your hands, and Music's voice Makes the glad echoes of thy domes rejoice, Then shall Dione force the crowded hall, Kneel at thy feet, and loud for justice call: Could you behold her weltering on the ground, The purple dagger reeking from the wound; Could you, unmov’d, this dreadful sight survey* Such fatal scenes shall stain the bridal day.

Lycidas. The horrid thought sinks deep into my soul, And down my check unwilling sorrows roll.

Dinne. From this new flame you may as yet recede, Or have you doom'd that guiltless maid shall bleed

Lycin As. Name her no more.—Haste, seek the sylvan fair.

Idioxir. Should the rich proffer tempt her listening ear, Bid all your peace adieu. O barbarous youth, Can you forego your honour, love, and truth Yet should Parthenia wealth and title slight, Would justice then restore Dione's right? Would you then dry her ever-falling tears, And bless with honest leve your future years?

LYcidas. I'll in yon shade thy wish'd return attend; Come, quickly come, and cheerthy sighing friend.

[Erit Iycidas.

rotone. Should her proud soul resist the tempting bait, should she contemn his proffer'd wealth and state; Then I once more his periur'd heart may move, And in his bosom wake the dying love. As the pale wretch, involv’d in doubts and fears, All trembling in the judgment-hall appears; So shall I stand before Parthenia's eyes, For as she dooms, Dione lives or dies.

ACT IV. SCENE I. Lycidas, Parthenia, asleep in a bower.

lycinas, May no rude wind the rustling branches move ; Breathe soft, ye silent gales, nor wake my love. Ye shepherds, piping homeward on the way, Let not the distant Echoes learn your lay ; Strain not, ye nightingales, your warbling throat, May no loud shake prolong the shriller note, Lest she awake O Slewp, secure her eyes, That I may gaze; for, if she wake, she flies. While easy dreams compose her peaceful soul, What anxious cares within my bosom roll! If tir'd with sighs beneath the beech I lie, And languid slumber close my weeping eye, Her lovely vision rises to my view, Swift flies the nymph, and swift would I pursue; I strive to call, my tongue has lost its sound; Like rooted oaks, my feet benumb'd are bound; Struggling I wake. Again my sorrows flow, And not one flattering dream deludes my woe. What innocence! how meek is every grace' How sweet the smile that dimples on her face,

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proxr. Now flames the western sky with golden beams, And the ray kindles on the quivering streatns; Long flights of crows, high-croaking from their food, Now seek the nightly covert of the wood; The tender grass with dewy crystal bends, And gathering vapour from the heath ascends. Shake off this downy rest; wake, gentle maid, Trust not thy charins beneath the noxious shade. l'arthenia, rise. panth ENna.

—What voice alarms my ear?
Away. Approach not. Hah! Alexis there !
Let us together to the vales descend,
And to the folds our bleating charge attend ;
Butlet me hear no more that shepherd's name,
Vex not my quiet with his hateful flame.

ptone. Can Ibehold him gasping on the ground, And seek no healing herb to stanch the wound 2 For thee continual sighs consume his heart,

'Tis you alone can cure the bleeding smart

Once more I come the moving cause to plead,
It still his sufferings cannot intercede,

Yet let iny friendship do his passion right,
And show thy lover in his native light.

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loi oxe. Alas! thou ne'er hast prov'd the sweets of state, Nor known that female pleasure, to be great. 'Tis for the town ripe clusters load the poles, And all our Autumn crowns the courtier's bowls; For him our woods the red-ey'd pheasant breed, And annual coveys in our harvest feed; For him with fruit the bending branch is stor'd, Plenty pours all her blessings on his board. If (when the market to the city calls) We chance to pass beside his palace-walls, 10oes not his hall with Music's voice resound, And the floor tremble with the dancer's bound 2 Such are the pleasures Lycidas shall give, When thy relenting bosom bids him live.

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nrox F.

As yet her tongue resists the tempting snare,
And guards my panting bosom from despair.

[Aside. Can thy strong soul this noble flame forego? ^lust such a lover waste his life in woe:

Parth Exi.A.

Tell him, his gifts I scorn; not all his art,
Not all his flattery shall seduce my heart.
ourtiers, I know, are disciplin'd to cheat,
Their infant lips are taught to lisp deceit ;
To Poy on easy nymphs they range the shade,
\nd vainly boast of innocence betray’d;
Chaste hearts, unlearn'd in falsehood. they assal,
And think our ear will drink the grateful tale.

No. Lycidas shall ne'er my peace destroy, I'll guard my virtue, and content enjoy. Dioxe.

So strong a passion in my bosom burns,
Whene'er his soul is griev'd, Alexis mourns!

Canst thou this importuning ardour blame?

Would not thy tongue for friendship urge the same?

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Yes, blooming swain. You show an bonest mind;
I see it, with the purest flame refind.
Who shall compare love's mean and gross desire
To the chaste zeal of friendship's sacred fire?
By whining love our weakness is confest;
But stronger friendship shows a virtuous breast.
In Folly's heart the short-lived blaze may glow,
Wisdom alone can purer friendship know.
Love is a sudden blaze which soon decays,
Friendship is like the Sun's eternal rays;
Not daily benefits exhaust the flame,
It still is giving, and still burns the same;
And could Alexis from his soul remove
All the low images of grosser love;
Such mild, such gentie looks thy heart declare,
Fain would my breast thy faithful friendship share.

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ScroYE IV.

pione, PARTHEN1A, Lycidas.
LY clidas. [Listening.
Why stays Alexis? can my bosom bear
Thus long alternate storms of hope and fear?
Yonder they walk; no frowns her brow disguise,
But love consenting sparkles in her eyes;
Here will I listen, here, impatient wait.
Spare me, Parthenia, and resign thy hate. [Aside.

When Lycidas shall to the court repair,
Still let Alexis love his fleecy care;
Still let him chuse cool grots and sylvan bowers,
And let Parthenia share his peaceful hours.

lycidas. What do I hear? my friendship is betray'd ; The treacherous rival has seduc’d the maid. [Aside. - Panthen 1A. With thee, where bearded goats descend the steep, Or where, like winter's snow, the nibbling sheep 'lothe the slope hills; I'll pass the cheerful day, And from thy reed my voice shall catch the lay. But see, still Evening spreads her dusky wings, The flock, slow-moving from the misty springs, Now seek their fold. Come, shepherd, let's away, To close the latest labours of the day. [Exeunt hand in hand.


- Lycidas. My troubled heart what dire disasters rend? A scornful mistress, and a treacherous friend! Would ye be cozen'd, more than woman can, Unlock your bosom to perfidious man. One faithful woman have these eyes beheld, And against her this perjur'd heart rebell'd : But search as far as Farth's wide bounds extend, Where shall the wretched find one faithful friend?

SCENE VI. Lycidas, Dione.

Lycidas, Why starts the swain why turn his eyes away, As if amidst his path the viper lay ? Ilid I not to thy charge my heart confide 2 IDid I not trust thee near Parthenia's side, As here she slept 2 proxf. She straight my call obey'd, And downy slumber left the lovely maid; As in the morn awakes the folded rose, And all around her breathing odour throws; So wak’d Parthenia. Lycidas. —Could thy guarded heart, when her full beauty glow'd, put by the dart? Yet on Alexis let my soul depend; 'Tis most ungenerous to suspecta friend. And thou, I hope, hast well that name profest. Dione. o could thy piercing eye discern my breast! Could'st thou the secrets of my boson see, There every thought is fill'd with cares for thee. LY citas. Is there, against hypocrisy, defence, Who clothes her words and looks with innocence

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Own thyself then the rival of my flame,

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