Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 488 words
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See here Nerina, that from Hylas' eyes Fed her fair flame, now in their dew she lies. Thus I will have it, so the words shall run. IT shall not serve thy turn, malicious shepherd, Though thou hast ta'en my love away by tricks, Yet all thy cunning, and thy practises Shall not secure thee from my revenge. Are these the thanks I have for that rich jewel Which I bestowed on thee, ungrateful man? Yes, for a poisoned glass, a precious jewel. I do confess 'twas poisoned. Do you so? And to do me a courtesy, you killed her. Yet hear me, she is not dead; and if she be, e pay my life for hers. Be sure thou shalt: But canst thou hope for such a strong illusion To mock my sense? did I not see her dead? She did appear so: what you thought was death, s but a lethargie: though I professe not To draw the Moon down from the sphere she is in, Or make the sun look bloody by my Art, Yet am I well informed in everything This glass is made of, and I know th'effects t workes, and can dicourse 'em. Let me hear them. Have patience, and you shall; the Glass you see Of this rare Mirror which I gave you, is Made of a Memphian stone, that has the power To bring a deadly sleep on all the senses: With it, to make th'effects more strong, is mingled The Quintessence, extracted in a Limbeck, Of the Torpedo, which has such a quality, That if the Fisher touch it with his hook, A poison strait will creep through all his veins, Till it benumb his senses: This compounded, And made into a glassy metal, soon Reflects upon the eyes of him that looks in't A sleepy poison, which will stupefy The vital parts. Yet, he that gave it me, Taught me the Cordial water, which he used To restore spirits and heat unto those vitals; And I have brought it with me for our purpose. What have I wronged you now? or is my present Worthy the thanks you give me? Yet you were Too blame, that you'd not tell me this before I gave it her. In that I showed my love; For I did fear your resolution, Though I were certain of recovering her. And what must now be done? Here, where you found me, I saw her laid, and buried in the clothes e wont to weare, her father so would have it: I waited on the funeral, with purpose o see the stone laid hollow on her grave, For fear of hurting her. It was well done. Here I'll apply my medicine; you shall see Whether I lie or no. Let's lose no time. I long to see my love alive again. Then help to lift this stone; see where she lies, The same Nerina?
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See here Nerina, that from Hylas eyes Fed her faire flame, now in their dew ſhe lies. Thus I will have it, ſo the words ſhall runne. IT ſhall not ſerve thy turne, malicious ſhepheard, Though thou haſt tane my love away by tricks, Yet all thy cunning, and thy practiſes Shall not ſecure thee from my revenge. Are theſe the thanks I have for that rich jewell Which I beſtowd on thee, ungratefull man? Yes, for a poyſond glaſſe, a precious jewel. I do confeſſe 'twas poyſond. Do you ſo? And to do me a courteſie, you kild her. Yet heare me, ſhe is not dead; and if ſhe be, e pay my life for hers. Be ſure thou ſhalt: But canſt thou hope for ſuch a ſtrong illuſion To mocke my ſence? did I not ſee her dead? She did appeare ſo: what you thought was death, s but a lethargie: though I profeſſe not To draw the Moone downe from the ſphere ſhe is in, Or make the ſunne looke bloody by my Arte, Yet am I well informd in everything This glaſſe is made of, and I know th'effects t workes, and can dicourſe 'em. Let me heare them. Have patience, and you ſhall; the Glaſſe you ſee Of this rare Mirrour which I gave you, is Made of a Memphian ſtone, that has the power To bring a deadly ſleepe on all the ſenſes: With it, to make th'effects more ſtrong, is mingled The Quinteſſence, extracted in a Limbecke, Of the Torpedo, which has ſuch a quality, That if the Fiſher touch it with his hooke, A poiſon ſtraite will creepe through all his veines, Till it benumme his ſenſes: This compounded, And made into a glaſſie metall, ſoone Reflects upon the eyes of him that lookes in't A ſleepie poiſon, which will ſtupifie The vitall parts. Yet, he that gave it me, Taught me the Cordiall water, which he us'd To reſtore ſpirits and heate unto thoſe vitalls; And I have brought it with me for our purpoſe. What have I wrong'd you now? or is my preſent Worthy the thankes you give me? Yet you were Too blame, that you'd not tell me this before I gave it her. In that I ſhew'd my love; For I did feare your reſolution, Though I were certaine of recovering her. And what muſt now be done? Here, where you found me, ſaw her laid, and buried in the clothes e wont to weare, her father ſo would have it: waited on the funerall, with purpoſe o ſee the ſtone laid hollow on her grave, or feare of hurting her. It was well don. Here Ile apply my medicine; you ſhall ſee Whether I lie or no. Let's loſe no time. long to ſee my love alive againe. Then helpe to lift this ſtone; ſee where ſhe lies, he ſame Nerina?