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 · 484 words
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What was that? I did present you with a looking glass. You did, but what of that? Nothing at all. Pray go this way with me. But tell me first. That cast you into this deep lethargy: Such was the Magic of it. To what purpose Did you do this? To make you mine. Yours, Daphnis? How could you hope that without my consent? My services I thought would merit it, Besides the world not dreaming but you were Dead, and here buried, we two might live Together without being known to any. But could you practise tricks on those you love? Now you are paid with your own Artifice: For know, there's none that can dispose of me But Hylas, who has long preserved my heart, And now my father, (whom I did resolve For ever to obey) has made him mine, By giving his consent, which had not been But for this trick of yours. Why then it seems You do not love me. Love you? know I had Rather embrace my death again, then thee. Then 'tis no time to dally, come along, Or I will force you. Help me shepherds, help. Fool, stop your mouth, no humane help shall save thee This is the place where I am come to pay My tears first sacrifice, upon this tomb That glories in the spoils of all my wealth. Hylas, come help me, seest thou not that Daphnis Will ravish me? Ha, what do I hear? The voice of my Nerina? so she spoke When she did live; but now, alas, she's dead: Some Devil mocks me with a vision, And voice unto it. Will you see me ravished Before your face? O Hylas! oh my Love! 'tis she, it is no vision; hold Ravisher, My love thou canst not take without my life. What noise is this? Some shriek much like a woman's. Oh help my love, Mirtillus. Shepherd, hold, Let go this Nymph. Or death, or victory Shall crown my enterprise. Who makes this outcry? Sir, I shall cool you, if you be so hot. My daughter here? was she not buried? Away foul spirit, away; let's part these shepherds. O father, do you think that I am dead, I am alive, as you are; touch me, see. She is alive indeed: how cam'st thou hither? Daphnis, whom you would have to be my husband, Brought me to this supposed death and grave. By what strange means, Nerina? By the glass You bid me I should take: he has confessed To me that it was poisoned. Can it be? Can Daphnis do this? he had little reason. She was a fool to cry, I should ha' pleased her Ere this perhaps. Here Hylas, take my daughter, For she is thine: you Daphnis, I did further In all I could, till you would find a trick To put yourself beside her.
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What was that? I did preſent you with a looking glaſſe. You did, but what of that? Nothing at all. Pray goe this way with me. But tell me firſt. That caſt you into this deepe lethargie: Such was the Magicke of it. To what purpoſe Did you do this? To make you mine. Yours, Daphnis? How could you hope that without my conſent? My ſervices I thought would merit it, Beſides the world not dreaming but you were Dead, and here buried, we two might liue Together without being knowne to any. But could you practiſe tricks on thoſe you love? Now you are paid with your owne Artifice: For know, ther's none that can diſpoſe of me But Hylas, who has long preſerv'd my heart, And now my father, (whom I did reſolve For ever to obey) has made him mine, By giving his conſent, which had not bin But for this tricke of yours. Why then it ſeemes You do not love me. Love you? know I had Rather embrace my death againe, then thee. Then 'tis no time to dally, come along, Or I will force you. Helpe me ſhepheards, helpe. Foole, ſtop your mouth, no humane helpe ſhal ſave thee This is the place where I am come to pay My teares firſt ſacrifice, upon this tombe That glories in the ſpoiles of all my wealth. Hylas, come helpe me, ſee'ſt thou not that Daphnis Will raviſh me? Ha, what doe I heare? The voice of my Nerina? ſo ſhe ſpake When ſhee did live; but now, alas, ſhee's dead: Some Devill mockes me with a viſion, And voice unto it. Will you ſee me raviſht Before your face? O Hylas! oh my Love! Tis ſhe, it is no viſion▪ hold Raviſher, My love thou canſt not take without my life. What noiſe is this? Some ſhreike much like a womans. Oh helpe my love, Mirtillus. Shepheard, hold, Let goe this Nymph. Or death, or victory Shall crowne my enterprize. Who makes this out-cry? Sir, I ſhall coole you, if you be ſo hot. My daughter here? was ſhee not buried? Away foule ſpirit, away; let's part theſe ſhepheards. O father, do you thinke that I am dead, I am alive, as you are; touch me, ſee. She is alive indeede: how cam'ſt thou hither? Daphnis, whom you would have to be my husband, Brought me to this ſuppoſed death and grave. By what ſtrange meanes, Nerina? By the glaſſe You bid me I ſhould take: he has confeſt To mee that it was poiſon'd. Can it be? Can Daphnis doe this? he had little reaſon. She was a foole to crie, I ſhould ha' pleas'd her Ere this perhaps. Here Hylas, take my daughter, For ſhe is thine: you Daphnis, I did further In all I could, till you would finde a tricke To put your ſelfe beſide her.