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CALISTO : OR , The Chaste Nimph. THE LATE MASQUE AT COURT , As it was frequently Presented there , By several Persons of Great Quality . WITH THE PROLOGUE , and the SONGS BETWIXT THE ACTS .

All Written by J. CROWNE .

LONDON , Printed by Tho : Newcomb , for James Magnes and Richard Bentley , at the Post-Office in Russel-street in Covent-Garden . 1675.

To Her Highness , the Lady MARY , Eldest Daughter of His Royal Highness THE DUKE . MADAM ,

BEing unexpectedly called out of my Obscurity , to the Glory of serving your Highness , ( and indeed the whole Court ) in an Entertainment so considerable as this ; my fears and amazements were such as ( I believe ) Shepherds and Herdsmen had of old , when from their Flocks and Herds they were call'd to Prophesie to Kings . I knew not how to interpret the meaning of that Command , which laid on such feeble shoulders , a burden too heavy for the strongest to bear . Fain would I have shrunk back again into my former shades , and hid my self in my Native Obscurity ; but fearing to dispute with Oracles , and resist Heavenly Powers , I adventur'd on dangerous Obedience , knowing that if I must perish , it was better to perish a Martyr , than a Criminal . But recollecting my self , I remembred that Divine Commands were Presages rather of Favour , than Ruine ; That when Heaven prest any to his Wars , he gave 'em Courage , as well as Pay : This made me hope , that in the glorious Work to which I was called , I should be inspired .

And this I thought it my duty to believe , when I remembred in whose Service I was employ'd , in the Service of a Princess , over whose great and victorious Father , a glorious Genius alwayes hover'd , assisting the meanest of his Followers , when engaged in Services of his , of what kind soever ; and sure ( thought I ) he will not neglect me , now I serve so fair , so excellent , and so considerable a part of him ; now I am under the shadow of his wings , I shall partake of his influence . This made me think it a sin to despair , and thrust me on with all the boldness and giddiness ( but , to my sorrow , not with the exalted Raptures ) of one inspired : For , after all , it was not with me according to my Faith. This Poem savours too little of Inspiration , and too much of my own weak unassisted self : Nay , as it was first written it came even short of my self , and sure that must be a wretched thing which wants the perfection I can give it . And though no man is to blame for having no more Wit than he has , yet he is an ill-manner'd Churle , who will not spend his whole stock to entertain such a Guest . For my defects and inabilities , Nature alone must answer , ( and I am heartily sorry for them ) but I must , with all submission , charge your Highness with being the occasion of my latter Offence . If you will invite your Self to the greatest Table in England , and not give 'em time to prepare , you will not find an Entertainment fit for you . A Poem , is a thing , consists of many and different Images ; and though a Man's Estate be but small , yet if it lies in many hands , it will �equire time to get it in . Nature her self proceeds always slowly , and gradually , to Perfection ; nay , we find Heaven pondering and consulting , when he was to make a Creature on which he meant to bestow Excellence . I will not pretend , that I have Materials in me , to have formed a Poem of such perfection , as so great an Occasion required ; but I am certain I could have written something more worthy of your Highnesses Favor , and the great Honor to which this was preferred , had I had time enough allowed me to ripen my Conceptions . But ( Madam ) if your Highness did expect , I should have endited Thoughts fine as your own ; and made you speak as excellently as you think , you then laid a task on me too great for any thing but an Angel For none can have Angelical Thoughts , but they who have Angelical Virtues ; and none do , or ever did , in so much Youth , come so near the perfection of Angels as your Self , and your young Princely Sister , in whom all those Excellencies shine , which the best of us can but rudely paint . But , Madam , what need was there of that perfection of Wit , the Charms of your Person , Youth , and Meen , the Lustre of your high Quality , and the extraordinary Grace that attended every thing you said and did , spoke to the Eyes and Souls of all that saw you , in a Language more Divine than Wit can invent , in a Language wherein Nature entertain'd 'em with her own Ingenuity , and by a thousand charming Expressions so took up all their attention , that the best of Writers could not have made you speak any thing , your Audience would have been at leisure to regard , or for which they would have descended from one moments pleasure of admiring you . The foresight of this , made Fortune , who alwayes loves to favor the least deserving , throw the honour of this service on me : she knew there was no need of Excellence in a Writer , when there was so much in you ; and since the best of Writers would not have appeared considerable , indulged her humor in selecting the worst : A favor , which in many respects exalts me above all my Contemporaries , and will make the World judge me , though not the best , the happiest Writer of the Age.

But , Madam , as it is the Fate of all things to be subject to inconstancy , and neither happiness nor misery last long , especially when in Extremes : This Poem , made like the first Man , by the Command , and for the Service of a Divinity , ( almost out of nothing too ) and placed at the instant of its formation , in a Paradise of Happiness and Honor , now driven from its blest Estate , and it s ever flourishing Gardens , is going to wander round the World , in a condition of Poverty , Misery , and Exile ; where , in stead of its past Felicities , the many Visions of Heaven , when the soveraign Glories of this Isle descended frequently to visit ( and seem'd to recreate themselves in ) its Bowers ; instead of the extreme Lustre it received from the most graceful action of your Highness , of the Princess Anne your Sister , and of the other young Ladies , which like so many beautiful Angels attended you , it is now condemned to Want and Nakedness , to starve under the cold wind of Censure , to all the sufferings that the Native of a rich and happy Soyle , must expect when banisht to cold and barbarous Regions . In this condition , forced by its misery , and bound by the duty of a Creature , it makes this humble Sacrifice of it self to your Highness , to beg such a share of your Protection and Favor , as may enable it to live in a condition , becoming a Creature which had once the Honor to be so near to you , and to receive such particular Graces from you . Your Highnesses Favor will yet make it spend its dayes in Honor , revive with pleasure the remembrance of the past Glories , and give an immortality , not only to this poor Poem , but to the ( otherwise ) most obscure name of ,

MADAM , Your Highnesses most humble And most devoted Servant , John Crowne .
TO THE READER . READER ,

IF you were ever a Spectator of this following Entertainment , when it was Represented in its Glory , you will come ( if you come at all ) with very dull Appetite , to this cold lean Carkass of it . The Dancing , Singing , Musick , which were all in the highest Perfection , the most graceful Action , incomparable Beauty , and rich and splendid Habit of the Princesses , whose Lustre received no moderate encrease from the Beauties and rich Habits of the Ladies who had the Honor to accompany 'em , and share in the performance , must needs have afforded you a delight so extraordinary , that this will appear very insipid . If you have never seen it , then ( perhaps ) you may receive some pleasure ; but yet ( I fear ) not so much as you expect . You ( no doubt ) will imagine , ( and you have reason ) that an Entertainment so much honoured and adorned , followed at innumerable Rehearsals , and all the Representations by throngs of Persons of the greatest Quality , and designed for the Pleasures and Divertisements of Their Majesties , and Royal Highnesses , and accordingly very often Graced with Their Presences , should be some superlative piece . But you will be disappointed , you will find nothing here answer those swelling expectations . How it happens to be so , it is enough to tell you , That it was written by me ; and it would be very strange , if a bad Writer should write well : but , which was as great an unhappiness , I had not time enough allowed me , to muster together , on so great an occasion , those few Abilities I have ; I was invaded , on the sudden , by a Powerful Command , to prepare an Entertainment for the Court , which was to be written , learnt , practised , and performed , in less time than was necessary for the writing alone . True , it was not performed , till some Months after the time first decreed , but that hapned from the discretion of those on whom the Dancing and Musical parts depended , who found it required time to do any thing in Perfection ; but I not knowing it would be so deferred , finished my Part within the time first alotted me , which was scarce a Month : not only for the Play , but the Prologue , and Songs , the Nature of which I was wholly a stranger to , having never seen any thing of the kind ; and by these means , I was forced upon a brisk dullness , writing quick , but flat I was also confined in the number of the Persons ; I had but seven allow'd me , neither more nor less : those seven to be all Ladies , and of those Ladies , two onely were to appear in Mens Habits . Next , for my Subject , it was not , I confess , imposed upon me by Command � but it was for want of time to find a better : For I had but some few hours allow'd me to choose one . And as Men who do things in haste , have commonly ill Fortune , as well as ill Conduct ; I resolving to choose the first tolerable Story I could meet with , unhappily encountred this , where , by my own rashness , and the malice of Fortune , I involved my self , before I was aware , in a difficulty greater than the invention of the Philosophers Stone , that only endeavors to extract Gold out of the coursest Metals , but I employed my self to draw one contrary out of another ; to write a clean , decent , and inoffensive Play , on the Story of a Rape , so that I was engaged in this Dilemma , either wholly to deviate from my Story , and so my Story would be no Story , or by keeping to it , write what would be unfit for Princesses and Ladies to speak , and a Court to hear . That which tempted me into so great a Labyrinth , was the fair and beautiful Image that stood at the Portall , I mean , the exact and perfect Character of Chastity , in the person of Calisto , which I thought a very proper Character for the Princess to represent ; nor was I mistaken in my judgment , the difficulty lay in the other part of the Story , to defend Chastity , was easie , the danger was in assaulting it ; I was to storm it , but not to wound it ; to shoot at it , but not offend it ; my Arrows were to be invisible , and without Piles ; my Guns were to be charged with white Powder ; the Bullets were to flie , but give no Report . These were Niceties required skill to perform , and would have puzled a finer Invention than mine ; and , indeed , I did a little fail in my first attempt ; my Arrows ( though as fine as I could then in haste turn 'em ) yet were too course for a Court. I often pared 'em , and much difficulty I found to make 'em thin enough to pass through nice and delicate Ears , without wounding 'em , an Art which with much pains in this Emendation I attained . The last , and not the least , difficulty imposed on me in the Entertainment , was in the Chorusses ; I was obliged to invent proper Occasions , to introduce all the Entries ; and particularly , for the closing of all with an Entry of Africans . How I have succeeded in it , I leave the Reader to judge . Under all these difficulties did this poor Poem labour even before it was an Embrio , and when sleeping in its causes ; and when in the womb it was squeez'd , and hinder'd of its due growth by intolerable strait lacings ; and lastly , forced on an immature and hasty birth ; by all which inconveniences , it was impossible it should prove otherwise than a weak , lean , ricketty , deformed piece , and as such ( notwithstanding the kindness it received from others , ) it was looked on by me ; and accordingly I was impatient till I had strangled it , and in the room produced something less imperfect , something of a constitution strong enough to endure the blows of its Enemies , and of a Complexion beautiful enough to delight its Parents and Friends , and such a thing ( in some low degree at least ) this is which you see . Far be it from me , to say it is as well as it ought to be , or as others of greater Abilities would have written it . Nor ( give me leave to say ) so well as I my self would have done on a better Subject , and in less haste ; for this was written in a hurry as well as the former , being finished and learnt between the second and third Representation ; but having the advantage of Features and dead Colours laid , it was easie to work something on that foundation better than the former ; and I undertook the trouble , not only to repair my own Reputation , but to give some refreshment to the Audiences , who would have been weary of a better Play at the second or third Representation , and therefore must needs be weary of that at the 20 th or 30 th , for near so often it had been Rehearsed and Acted .

Some , perhaps , will expect I should not only Apologize for not writing better , but daring on such an occasion to write at all ; but having said it was done by Command , none can have so little manners as to expect I should make excuse for Obedience . I must confess it was great pity , that in an Entertainment where the Sense was so deliciously feasted , the Understanding should be so slenderly treated ; and had it been written by him , to whom by the double right of place and merit , the honour of the employment belonged , the pleasure had been in all kinds complete . However this appeared not so contemptible , but it attained the felicity for which it was made , to afford some delight to His Royal Mind , to whose Pleasure all our endeavors ought to be , and this more particularly was devoted . And of this I have full assurance , by the best , and to me most pleasing testimony of it , that of His most Princely bounty . Having said this , the devouring Critick must cease his pursuit , for the poor Sinner is out of the reach of his Fangs , and safe in Glory . And now it is at my courtesie to make any farther Apologies , yet because I know the Criticks will be nibling at any thing they think they can catch , I must now answer for some Errors , which I suppose they hope I have ignorantly , but I confess to have wilfully committed . I have in the Prologue represented the River Thames by a Woman , and Europe by a Man , contrary to all Authority and Antiquity . To that I answer , I know of no Sexes in Lands and Rivers , nor of any Laws in Poetry , but the fundamental one to please ; they who do that , follow the highest Authority , and agree with the best Antiquity . The principal part of the Prologue being the River , my business was not to consider how the Latin Poets painted it , but how to represent it best and most beautiful on our Stage ; not to trouble my head with hic haec hoo , to please the Grammarians , but how to have the Part sung best to delight the Court ; and the graceful motions and admirable singing of Mrs. Davis , did sufficiently prove the discretion of my choice . And Thames , Peace and Plenty , being represented by Women , I was necessitated ( in spite of the Lady that bestrid the Bull ) to make Europe a Man , and to call it not Her but � His fair Continent � Otherwise I must either have spoiled the Figure , and made three parts of the World Men , and one a Woman ; or worse , by representing 'em all by Women , have spoiled the Musick by making it consist all of Trebles . But these are Criticisms for none but those of School-boys learning , and School-boys understandings . Some other Faults there are in the Style and Expression , which , Reader , if you can discover , you may insult over as you think fit , the whole having obtained the happiness to please , I shall not concern my self for every trifling Error which slipt from me unawares , and which I had not leisure to mend ; perhaps you may find fault with my different Numbers , that I have not kept to one kind of Verse , but written part in Pindarique , and part Heroique . To that I answer , the Pindarique is what I left of the old Play uncorrected , as not needing Emendation ; and I chose that kind of measure at first , not as the best , and most pleasing to the ear , but as the readiest and quickest for one that was in haste ; it being in comparison of the grave Heroique , a kind of mixt pace , betwixt ambling and galloping , where the Poet is not bound to wait the leisure of a stubborn syllable to Rime , but to take the Rime where he can catch it , without any more trouble . But upon the correction , I chose the Heroique as more Majestick , Lofty and Musical , and ( as I hope ) made Emendation , both in Sense and Sound .

Having made this little vindication of my self , I were now bound in gratitude ( before I conclude ) to record the due praises of those whose admirable performances in their several kinds , lent this Entertainment much of the praise it had ; namely , the Singers , and the Composer of all the Musick both Vocal and Instrumental Mr. Staggins ; but their excellencies lying far out of that road my understanding travels in , I should praise 'em so ignorantly , if I should attempt it , that I should discover my own folly , more than their merit . But if the judgments of others , and those the most skilful too , be not mistaken , Mr. Staggins has not only delighted us with his excellent Composition , but with the hopes of seeing in a very short time a Master of Musick in England , equal to any France or Italy have produced . No less praise may be said of the best and choicest of the Singers . But Reader , I shall detain you no longer , now take what pleasure you can find in the perusal of the following Pages .

PROLOGUE . The Curtain is drawn up , and there appears a Nymph leaning on an Urne , representing the River Thames , attended by two Nymphs , representing Peace and Plenty : Near Her are the four Parts of the World , seeming to make Offerings to Her : On the opening of the Scene , lamenting Voices are heard on both sides of the Theatre , at which , the Nymph of the River seems affrighted . Voices within . Fly , Fly , Help , Oh! Help , or we dye . Tha. WHat mournful cryes are these on ev'ry side ! The Winds waft nothing to this Island o're , But the complainings of some Neighb'ring Shore , And all the Ecchoes are in groans employ'd . The fair * Augusta too , I weeping see , Though none so fair , so rich , so great as She ; Alas ! my Fears encrease : You gentle Nymphs of Plenty and of Peace , Shall now go seek some other Shore . And you that with your Presents wait , Shall bring your gifts no more . Plen. I to no other Dwelling will betake , Pea. Thy beautious Streams I never will forsake , Euro . And we our Presents still will make . Om. We our Presents still will make . Plen. Thy Stores with all my Plenty shall be fill'd . Pea. My Halcion on thy Banks her Nest shall build . Euro . Thou shalt in all my noblest Arts be skill'd . Asi . My Jewels shall adorn no Brow but Thine . Amer. Thy Lovers in my Gold shall shine , Afri . Thou for thy Slaves , shalt have these Scorched Sons of mine . Pea. Ple. Thy beautious streams we never will forsake . Euro . Asi . Afr. Amer. And we our Presents still will make . Om. We our Presents still will make . Pea. What should so much Beauty fear , Round this Isle the Heavens appear Like your own Streams , all undisturb'd and clear : Tha. These beautious Nymphs unfrightned too , Not minding what on other Shores they do , Their innocent delights pursue . Pea. See , They ( void of grief or fear ) Come to entertain you here . An Entry of Shepherds and Nymphs , Dancing round the Thames , &c. as they stood in their Figure . [ Here the Princesses and the other Ladies danced several Sarabrands with Castanets . A Minouet was also danced by his Grace the Duke of Monmouth ; which ended , Thames proceeds . Tha. Oh! now my Spirits I recover , I 've wak'd the Genius of this Isle , my Warlike Lover . Enter the Genius of England . Gen. What cryes are these disturb my pleasing Rest ? Tha. 'T is I , ( my Love ) 't is I , thy Aid request . Gen. Is it my Nymph , what dost thou fear ? Tha. Does not my Love , sad cryes around him hear ? Gen. Wilt thou thy fear at every shreek proclaim ? Tha. Am I alone to blame ? Do you not see Augusta , Rich and Fair � ( Though to her Lap , I all my Treasure bear ) Will for no comfort stay her Tears ? [ The following Stanza is properly part of the Genius's Speech , being a pertinent Reply to Thames ; but being set extreme pleasantly , and for a treble voice , it was sung by Thames . Augusta is inclin'd to fears . Be she full , or be she waining , Still Augusta is complaining . Give her all you can to ease Her , You shall never , never please Her. Chor. Augusta is enclin'd to fears , &c. Gen. These fears do not belong to Her nor You ; Europe onely should lament , The Nymphs of his fair Continent . Some Gyants now pursue . But this sweet Isle no Monster can invade . Tha. Oh send those poor distressed Nymphs some aid . Eur. From the mild power of this happy place . Who is inclin'd , To make the World as peaceful as his mind , They have already gain'd the grace : Two Heroes of his own Celestial Race Are sent ; the one to Triumph o're the Seas , And all the watery Divinities . The other , Monsters of the Land to quell , And make the Nymphs in safety dwell . Gen. The first , in War has all Perfections gain'd , That can by humane Nature be attain'd : The second promises , to be All that in the first we see . Eur. Mars to the first does all his Glory lend : The second Beauty , Youth , and Love attend . Gen. Both in high perfections shine : Valor , Glory , Race Divine : Wait awhile , and you shall see Both return with Victory . Pea. Hark , hark ! the Triumph's near , And see ! they both already Crown'd appear . Enter one Crown'd with a Naval Crown , attended by Sea-gods and Tritons . Rejoice you watry Deities : The mighty Monsters of the Seas , This valiant Prince has slain . The God of this fair Isle shall now Command ( as all his Right allow ) The Empire of the Main . Enter one Crown'd with a Mural Crown , attended by Warriors . Ye Gods and Nymphs of Plains and Groves , Of Springs and Streams , enjoy your Loves ; This youthful Heroe has subdu'd The Satyrs now of ev'ry Wood : Has kill'd or ta'n 'em all for Slaves , And chac'd the Giants from their Caves . Chor. of all . Let us both their praises sing , Whilst we both in Triumph bring ; Let us all contend to grace 'em With our loud and joyfull'st thanks , Whilst upon the flow'ry Banks Of this beautious Nymph we place ' em . Two Entries are Danc'd : One of Sea-gods , and the other of Warriors . Gen. Now welcome Heroes to my blest abode , And to my Nymph belov'd by ev'ry God. Tha. Welcom to my Love and me , Now we all shall happy be . Cho. Now we all shall happy be . A Temple of Fame appears . Plen. Now you whose Valor gives the World repose , See what Fame on you bestows . Her shining Temple shall preserve your Names , And thence her Trumpet your Renown proclaims . Gen. To our Divinity now let us go , And at his Feet your Crowns and Trophies throw . Eur. I will my thanks in Offerings proclaim . Asi . I 'll lend you Spice . Amer. I Gold. Afr. And I the same . Tha. I 'll be your Guide . My Streams beneath his Palace hourly slide . There it is not far before you , Pleasure , Arts , Religion , Glory , Warm'd by his propitious Smile , Flourish there , and bless this Isle . Gen. But stay ! what wonder does my spirit seize ? [ Turning to the King & Queen . See! here are both the great Divinities . Tha. The God and Goddess too of this bless'd Isle ! Chaste Beauty in Her Aspect shines , And Love in His does smile . Gen. Quickly ( Heroes ) as 't is meet , Throw your Trophies at their Feet . Fall down , and adore 'em ; Whilst with speed we hither call , The Gods of Neighb'ring Groves , and all Their Nymphs to dance before ' em . An Entry of Rural Gods and Nymphs . When the Prologue is done , and all gone off the Stage , Enter two , who sing this following Song : Now for the Play , the Prologue is done , The Dancing is o're , and the Singers are gone . The Ladies so Fine , and so Fair , it surpasses , Are dress'd , and have all tak'n leave of their Classes . Where are the Slaves should make ready the Stage ? Here , here are the Slaves should make ready the Stage . An Entry of Carpenters .

IT having been the manner of all those who have had the Honour before me , to serve the Court , in Employments of this Nature , to adorn their Works with the Names of those Great Persons who had Parts in the Representation , I hope I shall not be condemned , if I , following their Examples , Consecrate this of mine , to Posterity , by the same Policy .

The Persons of the Play. The Personators . Her Highness the Lady Mary . Her Highness the Lady Anne . The Lady Henrietta Wentworth . The Countess of Sussex . The Lady Mary Mordant . Mrs. Blagge , late Maid of Honour to the Queen . Mrs. Jennings , Maid of Honour to the Dutchess .

Nymphs attending on Diana , who also danced in the Prologue , and in several Entries in the Play. The Countess of Darby . The Countess of Pembroke . The Lady Katharine Herbert . Mrs. Fitz-Gerald . Mrs. Frazier , Maid of Honour to the Queen � The PERSONS of QUALITY of the Men that Danced , were His Grace the Duke of Monmouth . The Viscount Dunblaine . The Lord Daincourt . Mr. Trevor . Mr. Harpe . Mr. Lane.

In the PROLOGVE were Represented , The River Thames � by Mrs. Davis . Peace � by Mrs. Knight . Plenty � by Mrs. Butler . The Genius of England � by Mr. Turner . Europe � by by by Mr. Hart. Asia � by Mr. Richardson . Africa � by Mr. Marsh junior . America � by Mr. Ford. In the Chorusses betwixt the ACTS , Strephon � The Part sung by Mr. Hart. Coridon � The Part sung by Mr. Turner . Sylvia � The Part sung by Mrs. Davis . Dophne � The Part sung by Mrs. Knight , Two African Women , or Blacks . The Part sung by Mrs. Butler . Mrs. Hunt.

The SCENE of the PLAY , is ARCADIA , The DURATION of it , An Artificial Day .

CALISTO .
ACT. I. Jupiter , at a distance , Mercury . IVPITER . HOW am I tir'd , thus vainly to pursue A Nymph , I cannot keep in view ? I daily through Arcadia rove , O're every Hill , through every Grove , But in her Ears to Sigh my Love ; And may as well the Shades and Ecchoes chace ; The Shades I easier can embrace , Which grieves me too , whilst I this Maze have trod , There 's none to pity a dispairing God. Mer. In these Arcadian Woods I 've lost my Heart ; [ Aside . Whilst I the Nymph , by whom I smart , Pursue , some little Ease to get ; This Jove I've oft a wandring met : He makes my Jealousie grow strong ; What does he do out of his Heav'n so long ? I 'm sure on some fair Nymph he has Design , And all my fear is , lest it should be mine . Can no soft Beauty be Embrac'd , But he must still desire a Tast ? That the Old Titans from his Throne had hurl'd This general grievance of the World ; But I too soon to rage am won , Perhaps there is no injury done ; Another Nymph has snatcht his Eye , I 'le go discourse with him , and try . Jupiter discovers him . Jup. Ah! Mercury ! What Fortune brought thee here ? Thou faithful Envoy of the Gods , Come near ; Plung'd deep in sorrow , with despair opprest : I now was wishing for some Breast , Where I my Secrets might repose , And Fate has sent the best I could have chose . Mer. � What wondrous pain Is it can make the King of Gods complain ? Jup. My old Affliction Love ! Mer. What do I hear ! [ Aside . This News I did not vainly fear . Now dare not I what Nymph he loves enquire , Lest we should both of us the same admire . Jup. Thou seem'st disturb'd , what does thy passion move ? Mer. � Only my Loyalty for Jove : And Rage at the Tyrannick Boy , That dares great Jove's Repose destroy ; His Boldness Jove too mildly bears , Though us poor Vassal Gods he dares Into his Chains and Fetters bring , He is too sawcy with our King. You ought to make his very Godhead cease , For yours and Heav'ns universal Peace . Jup. � Oh let thy vain Discourses dye ! Loves is delightful Tyranny : There is more pleasure in his pains , Than all the Joys our Heav'n contains : If Love I out of Heav'n should chace , It would appear so dull a place , My self and all the Gods would be , even tir'd with Immortality . Mer. � I own these Joys , sometimes I try , To pass away Eternity : But are they not for Jove too low . Jup. � The World must not the Secret know . We boast great things to be ador'd and sought ; ( There is some Pleasure to be happy thought ) But for all Joys of our abode , From Earth I would not move ; Nor be content to be a God , To be depriv'd of Love. Without that Joy Two vast Extreams would joyn ; Things without Sense would equal things Divine : 'Twixt us and Plants there would be little odds , And sawcy Mortals be more Bless'd than Gods. Mer. Oh! let not Jove submit to such a Fate Poorly to envy things he does Create . Jup. No , if to Mortals I present Delight , I to the Feast will still my self invite . Mer. � Yes Yes , we know Joves Appetite ; [ Aside . E're quite abstain from Loves sweet Feasts , Hee 'l humbly dine with Birds and Beasts . Jup � I still provide with care , We Gods in all Delights should share ; Besides the Loves by us embrac'd Would kill a poor weak Mortal , but to tast , We know what pleasure Love affords , To Heavy Beasts and Mettled Birds ; Here and there at will we fly , Each step of Natures Pearch we try ; Down to the Beast , and up again To the more fine delights of Man : We every sort of pleasure try ; So much advantage has a Deity . Mer. Nay , if Jove Rents the World to Man and Beast , He may preserve the Royalty at least , And freedom take to Hunt in any Grounds ; The Pleasures of great Jove should have no Bounds : This distant talk still keeps me sweating here , In Agonies of Jealousie and Fear ; And if I do not put an end , [ Aside . The day he thus will gladly spend : I 'le not torment my self in vain , I 'le boldly ask and end my pain . All Joys the World must own their Sovereigns due ; But yet the Story does untold remain , What Beauty did the Glory gain , Once more the Worlds great Ruler to subdue . Jup. Oh! Mercury ! the fairest Nymph of Humane Race ! All former Loves of mine she does so far surpass , I them for Beauties scarce allow , And never truly lov'd till now . Mer. Astonishment ! Jup. Did they all live again , I would not take the pain , To vex my self into a shape , For all the pleasure of a Rape ; Except it were to sharpen my desire , And to return to her with greater fire . Mer. What should she be ? and where does she remain ? Jup. Oh! that 's my grief , she 's one of cold Diana's Train . Mer. Oh! I am stabb'd ! my fear prophetick proves , I am assured , it is my Nymph he loves . [ Aside . Jup. � Thou know'st what ills of late were done , In Heav'n and Earth , by Phoebus Frantick Son : I from high Heav'n descending to survey The half-burnt World , and with a God-like care All ruin'd places to repair , Came here to view my lov'd Arcadia . As I in every place did pass , To cloath the wither'd Fields with Grass , To all the Woods new Leaves and Shades to bring , Set Rivers running , fill each empty Spring : � I chanc'd to spy This Young and Beautious Nymph trip often by . Mer. And has great Jove her Name yet ever heard � No opportunity I yet have got , She swiftly by like some bright Meteor shot Dazled my Eye , and streight she disappeard . Mer. And whither ran the vanishing Vision still ? Jup. � Or to the Woods , or o're some Hill , To Hunt some Dear , or swifter Roe , Still in her Hand a Dart or Bow : Her Garbe did negligence express ; For oh ! she had no need of dress : Conceal'd , I oft pursued her , but in vain ; For still at last she mixt with chast Diana's Train . Mer. Can she be gain'd ? Jup. By no Inchantment can , She flies the very Shadow of a Man : She thinks it does her Vertue stain , If she but sleep where one has lain ; That she is of some purity beguil'd . If she but tast the Air , the Breath of one defil'd ; If any wandring Loves by chance T' approach her be so bold , Away the naked Cupids dance , She makes them shake with Cold. Mer. This in my Soul does some small comfort breed , What then to gain her will ye do ? Jup. � I do not know , It does the skill of one poor God exceed . But ha ! I see 'em come from yonder Grove , Diana all the Train , this way they move . Mer. They are preparing for this Mornings Chace . Jup. Let 's hide our selves in Clouds apace , Lest we our being here betray , And quickly chace 'em all away . Exit . Mer. But as they pass I 'le watch your Eye , And your lov'd Nymph that way discry . Exit .
Scene II. Diana , Calisto , Nyphe , Psecas , Attendants . DIANA . COme ! Come away my Nymphs , too long we have repos'd , The Morning has her Golden Doors enclos'd , And there stands blushing on us ! � Come away , Let us not loose the gentlest part of day ; Princess Calisto , most admir'd belov'd , The Fairest , Chastest , most approv'd Of all that ever grac'd my Virgin Throng , You , who of great and Royal Race are sprung , Born under Golden Roofs , and bred to ease , To every kind of soft delight , To Glory , Power , and all that might A Royal Virgin please . What could your tender Years to pain so soon enure ? And how can you this hard and toilsom life endure ? Cal. Divinest power ! Can any pleasures be Compar'd to Innocence and Chastity ? From Toyls of greatness I discharge my mind , And only in these Shades true ease I find . Pse . Oh! with what pride ! and feign'd neglect of Art [ Aside . This Royal Favourite storms our Goddess Heart , Conquers it too , and rules her Power Divine , Whilst all our Merits unregarded shine . Dia. I never such a Victim had before , Crown Beauty , Youth what all the World Adore , You bring at once in Sacrifice to me , The Offering exceeds the Deity . Pse . Our poor deluded Goddess is undone ; [ Aside . This Favourite has her Heart and Empire won . Ny . How am I pleas'd my Sisters praise to hear , Though like a little Star I near appear , [ Aside . Nature and Friendship do enough prefer My Name to Honour , whilst I shine in her . Cal. The Crown and Glory at your feet I throw , Are for your favour offering too low ; And giving only what I scorn and hate , I gain your Service at too cheap a rate . Pse . Oh! how for praise she spreads a spatious Net ? Not one regard to us can passage get : [ Aside . Our Vertues will not go for Vertues long ; I neither will , nor ought to bear this wrong . Dia. You Princess ! do adorn , enrich my Shade , Ne're was so great , so early Triumphs made At once o're Beauty , Glory , Youth and Ease All of 'em fair delightful Provinces . None e're so young such Courage did express ; The Macedonian Victories were less . And better to Adorn and Guard my Groves , This fair young Warriour , ' gainst Ease and Loves , You bring to Train up here , � before whose Eye I see already vanquish'd Cupids flie , With Wounds a bleeding , and with broken Bows , A fair Comparison in Arms you chose . Ny . She to much Honour me , in this prefers ; And though my Courage cannot equal hers , None to your Service shall more zealous be , Nor still to love a greater Enemy . Pse . Hark how they bandy Praise , and Flattery round ! [ Aside . Each takes her turn to catch it at rebound ; Whilst we desertless Fools must patience feign , And Praise our selves , if any praise wee 'l gain . Our Youth I find we wisely wast , and are to mighty purpose chast ; Since these our kind rewards must prove , I will in pure Revenge go love . A God-like Youth , and Vassal to my Eyes , Has long with patience born my Tyranies . The Humble Slave each Moment I torment , And Rage which others slight , on him I vent : But now his Sufferings I 'le requite , I 'le go and Love him out of spight . Dia. Now Nymphs before the Rosy Morning fades , And the dayes Fury chase us to the Shades : Let 's Hunt the nimble Dear without delay , We have decreed the Martyrs of the day , And what you all shall kill together bring , And meet when Sun declines at yonder Spring . Ex. Di. M�� . Pse . Pse . � Nor , I 'le about another care , I 'le seek my Love , discover me who dare ; On the whole Train the shame shall fall ; I 'le swear we are Dissemblers all . From Men we only seem to fly , To meet 'em with more privacy : That I sincerity approve , And boldly own to all the World I Love. Exit .
Scene V. Jupiter , Mercury . MERCVRY . THanks to the Fates ! my Heart is now at ease ! Two different Nymphs our Inclinations please . [ Aside . Jup. Ah! Mercury ! what Beauty have I seen ? Mer. I have with Jove in equal Raptures been . Jup. I in so hot an Agony did stay The Cloud , in which I hidden lay , Dropt , and Melted half away : That she such Beauty should on Shades bestow , And careless Love should let her scape his Bow. Mer. And is it she ? Jup. Why dost thou so enquire ? Mer. Because I one of the same Train admire , Jup. Art thou by these Cold Beauties wounded then ? Mer. � Yes , by the scornful'st of the Train : Your Nymph is yielding , if compar'd to mine ; Yours hates she knows not why , mine with design ; Yours only flyes you , mine returns and fights ; Yours lets you dye , but mine to kill delights : You have but One Aversion to subdue , I Thousands have , which every Hour renew . Jup. Poor Hermes ! how are we by Love opprest ? Two wounded Gods here desolate appear , Each with an Arrow sticking in his Breast , Goes wandring round the Woods he knows not where ; Chacing his Nymph , some little ease to find , And may as well pursue the Fleeting Wind. Mer. Pursue the Wind ? rather a Storm I chace , Which turns to dash her Fury in my Face , Not in wild shapes , but in all Beauty drest , That ever did a Humane Shape adorn . I 've met my Nymph , and have my Love exprest , And never any thing obtain'd , but scorn . She meets me , ( true ! ) but 't is to mock me still , And if she ever smiles , it is to kill . Jup. Oh! Hermes ! you your self may happy call ; When Maids shew scorn , they oft are near to yield , And they who venture once to fight , may fall ; But mine will not be drawn into the Field : Could I intice her thither any way , I only for a little scorn would pray . I 'le not to Heaven , till I obtain some ease , Let Jealous Juno watch me as she please . Mer. What will ye do ? you no attempt must dare . Jup. Prithee , what God or Mortal can forbear ? T' enjoy such Beauty I 'de no Shape refuse ; Nay , if I knew what form most pleas'd her Eye , I 'de not deny To be that thing , and my whole Godhead loose . Mer. � O wondrous power of Love ! Too hard for Jove ! I wonder not he baffles my defence � ; He is too Mighty for Omnipotence ! Jup. Hermes I 've thought ! I can my self relieve . [ Starts . Mer. What new Minerva does Joves Brain conceive ? Jup. A sure and pleasant Ambush I will lay ; I 'le in Diana's shape the Nymph betray : My wanton Kisses then she 'l ne're suspect , Nor my design detect . No Vice but for a Vertue may escape , If it be acted in a Holy Shape . Disguis'd like her , I 'le Kiss , Embrace , be free . Mer. Yes , and perswade her too , 't is Chastity . All Actions finely guilded o're succeed ; Men still the Doers mind , and not the Deed : The Nymph will all Diana does allow ; Nay think she li�'d in some mistake till now . Jup. 'T is Sacred Truth ; then firmly I decree , I will serve her , as all Mankind serves me . When on the World they would impose some Cheat , Most strict Devotion they will counterfeit : Look grave on all Men , and then whine to me , With such absurd and apish Mimickry : I scarce from Laughter , spight of Rage forbear , And take Diversion in the Villains Prayer : This Trick of Mortals shall be learnt by me ; I to serve Love will mimick Chastity . What Form wilt thou assume for thy design ? Mer. What better Form than one that is Divine ? In Humane shape no more to her I 'le go ; My own true Form I thus attir'd will shew , When she perceives it is a God does Love , Perhaps Ambition the proud Nymph may move . This satisfaction too I shall enjoy : 'T is not a shape embraces her , but I , Whilst our delights we in disguises chuse , We half the pleasure of Enjoyment loose . Jup. I like thy plot , thy Thoughts agree with mine , Come let us each with speed to his designe . Now vanish from my Thoughts all vexing cares , And rule of Humane , or Divine Affairs . Let Gods and Mortals what they will pursue , And Fate and Fortune their own Business do . Let wrengling Eliments contend their fill , And all the Wheels of the Worlds Frame stand still ; Let toyling Nature if she please go sleep , Or for her sport a general Revel keep . Let trembling Mortals now go curse or pray , Be good or wicked , which they will today , I care not what disorders there shall be ; Let Heaven and Earth slide into Anarchy . All politick Cares of every kind I 'le from my Breast remove ; And will to day perplex my mind , With never a Thought but Love. Enter Strephon , Corydon , Daphne , Sylvia � Cho. of Shepheards . Str. HArk , Hark , I hear the merry Hunters Horn. Cory . The Sound from yonder Hill by Winds is born . Daph. Diana , and her Nymphs are all that way A Hunting gone . Syl. So soon e're break of day ? Chor. Let 'em , let e'm go . Lovers , better pleasures know . Stre. Let the cold Nymphs run dabling in the Dew , Kind Love to warmer Pleasures us invites . Daph. I do not envy their Delights , Whilst my dear Strephon does continue true . Cor. Whilst thus severe my Sylvia does remain , I envy not the Hunters , but the Slain . Sylv. Poor Corydon , thy Flame remove , I pity thee , but cannot love . Yet I own , I have something in every Vein , Which moves me to Love , could I meet with a Swain , Who were to my mind , and would love me again . Sire . See Shepheards , the day is begun : Come with our Sports let 's welcom the Sun. An Entry of Basques . Sylv. Kind Lovers , Love on , Least the World be undone , And Mankind be lost by Degrees : For if all from their Loves Should go wander in Groves , There soon would be nothing but Trees . Chor. Kind Lovers , Love on , &c. Exeunt omnes . Finis Actus I.
ACT. II. Jupiter , Mercury . JVPITER . WHen shall I get this Vision in my sight ; She flyes from Love , as Shadows from the Light : Whilst I pursue her , flaming with desire , And o're these Hills rowl like an Orb of Fire ; Making the Sun the Rule of Day resign . To these more bright and pearcing Beams of mine . Mer. 'T is folly longer o're these Hills to stray : 'T is noon , and now the Golden Dust of Day Dissolved , does from the Heavenly Mountains flow , In fiery Streams , and drowns the World below . In the Cool Groves our Nymphs we now shall find , Wading in Shades , and bathing in the Wind : Whilst Phoebus shoots his Arrows round , And vainly seeks the Nymphs to wound . The Groves he vainly does invade ; His fiery Darts are quench'd in Shade . Fit your disguise , and thither let 's repair . Jup. At small expence I from the Wealthy Air , My self with any Figure can supply : Or I can fix an Image in the Eye . Come here you wandring Atoms of the Air. You that are fittest for a Form so fair , And now my Beauteous Ambuscade prepare . �nto Diana's Shape your selves Congeal , Under that Ice the burning Jove Conceal ; There let me all lie cover'd , like the Brow Of some high Flaming Mountain hid in Snow . Mer. See! the assembling Atoms do obey ; Or rather the great Jove is fled away : And the fair Goddess of these Woods is here . Hail Beauteous ! � Jup. Oh! Thou Rallyest now I fear ; But canst thou any where Descry one Beam of Jupiter ? Mer. Not one by your own self I swear ; There 's nothing but Diana can be seen : Her Habit , Feature , Shape , Proportion meen ; Nay , and your Voice exactly tun'd I hear , And past discovery deludes the Ear. Jup. Now you cool Atoms , from your Ranks disband , Flow to loose Air again at my command : Thither return like Rivers to the Main , And let me now be Jupiter again . Mer. Again the Atoms Loyally obey , The Snowy shape is all dissolv'd away . Jup. Poor God! No shape at all thou didst discry : I only Grav'd a Figure on thy Eye : And the soft Voice which you believe you hear . Was form'd but in the Concave of your Ear. Mer. Ah! Jove ! How useful , and of what delight Is Sovereign Power ? 't is that determines Right . Nothing is truly good , but what is great : A Mortal you would punish for this Cheat. Jup. I would , and justly ; shall the thing I make Presume the Freedom of a God to take ? I cannot erre , what e're my Actions be ; There 's no such thing as good , or ill to me . No Action is by Nature good or ill ; All things derive their Natures from my will. If Vertue from my will distinct could be , Vertue would be a Power Supream to me . What no dependency on me will own , Makes me a Vassal , and usurps my Throne , If so I can revenge me in a Trice , Turn all the Ballance , and make Vertue Vice. Mer. Jove like himself , with Reasons firm and strong , Upholds the Port , does to a God belong ; For I have ever of opinion been , Gods only should be priviledg'd to sin ; We guild sower Vertue with fine Titles still , To make men swallow the unpleasant Pill ; But from the Sweets of sin they 'l ne're be chac'd , E're since the Liquorish Slaves have got a tast : But let us hasten now to seek our Loves , And first examine all the neighbouring Groves . Jup. See! something swiftly darted by my sight ; Cal. goes over the Stage . Was it a Nymph , or sudden Glance of Light ? Mer. A Nymph I swear ! Jup. Oh! whither is she run ? Mer. See! See! to yonder Grove she 's gone : There like a glittering Star in Night , She tempers all the Shades with Light. Fair Streams of Light seem after her to stray , Like the bright dawning of some Beauteous day . Jup. It is my Nymph , none else is half so fair . Fly thou , whilst thither I repair : Fly , or thou ruin'st my design . Mer. Nay stay , perhaps the Nymph is mine : If mine , she will to mock me stay . Jup. If mine , thou chacest her away . Mer. I in a Cloud my self will hide . Jup. I 'm ruin'd , if thou art descry'd . Mer. And I , if mine , discover Jove . Jup. But mine will fly . Mer. But mine may Love. Jup. I 'le be so hid , she shall not Jove surprize . Mer. But Jove may peep through his disguise . Jup. It shall no damage to thee bring . Mer. Oh! no one can resist a King. Jup. I will not tempt thy Nymph I swear . Mer. Your Glory will , if you forbear . Jup. Oh! thy Impertinence ! the Nymph is gone ! Thy sawcy wrangling has my Hopes undone . Mer. For what should all this anger be ? Perhaps 't is you have ruin'd me . Jup. Surely you ought at my commands to move ; Mer. Love understands not either King or Jove . Jup. What Monarch will endure this from a slave ? Mer. What constant lover but is bold and brave ? Jup. Begone , thou wilt provoke my rage . In foolish strife no more engage . Mer. Thrice happy Jove ! your Nymph I now espy ! Jup. Where , where ? Mer. In yonder neighbouring Wood ! Jup. So nigh ? Happy Contention which my flight delay'd ! For I had lost her if I had not stay'd . Mer. To me the Obligation then confess , And chide no more a Lovers haughtiness . Jup. Be gone , be gone , and thy own Nymph pursue , Or once again thou wilt thy King undo . Ex. Mer. Now all you Troops of Winged Loves , come see Your selves reveng'd on your fair Enemy . Exit . Calisto . Cal. Under the days oppression tyr'd I grow ; The Sun to day does no compassion shew . In these cool shades I am compell'd to stray , To shun the merciless fury of the day . My Goddess up the Mountain's farther gone ; The Nymph's dispers'd , and I left all alone : My hopes to find 'em I will now forsake , And tyr'd with hunting too , will gladly take The invitation of this Bed of Flowers , In soft repose to pass away some Hours : There lye my Bow , and take thy ease unbent ; Thy weary Arms I 'le not this hour torment . And you my Arrows in your Lodging keep , And there from mischief lull your selves to sleep . Mine and your travel for an Hour shall cease , And now poor Herds go browse awhile in peace . She lies down to sleep , Enter Jupiter . Jup. Oh! Love ! what pleasure dost thou here prepare ? Dull Heaven , I shall return to thee no more ; Here is a Pleasure I prefer before : All the delights I am possess'd of there . Now Juno thy disgrace with patience bear , And to disturb my Pleasures do not dare : My former Loves I yielded to thy Rage : I was contented they should be remov'd ; Alass ! I find I only thought I lov'd . No Nymph but this did e're my Heart engage : Thou might'st contend for Beauty with the rest ; But this shakes all thy Interest in my Breast . Keep in thy Heaven , and do not cast an Eye ; There gnaw thy self with rage and jealousie . Thou art already half undone , Be glad thou dost enjoy my Throne : For plague me now , I�le chace thee from my Bed , And place thy Crown upon thy Rivals Head. [ Cal. wakes . But I have wak'd my Nymph from her repose , Her opening Eyes a sparkling Heaven disclose ; Wherein a Thousand Captive Cupids lye , Opprest and fetter'd all with Chastity . In those Two Temples full of Heavenly Light , At the bright Christal Portal of her sight , Let me in fair Diana's form appear : And let my Voice dissolve into her Ear ; And thither in those pleasing accents flow , The Goddess speaks , when she does kindness shew . My Huntress here at her repose ? which way Did you pursue the Chace to day ? Cal. My Goddess here so nigh ? Hail Power ! more great than Jove , though Jove stood by , In my esteem ! Jup. Till now what Lover heard [ Aside . Himself with pleasure to himself preferr'd ? Oh! now my Fire does rage within ! I for the pain , No longer can my self contein ; Without more forms I must begin . Princess Calisto , pleasure of my sight ! Grace of my Train , my pride , and my delight ; What Courteous God will lend me Words and Art , To speak the amazing passion in my Heart ; Thy dazling Excellence each moment breeds . Cal. My Goddess now in praise of me exceeds . That I from Fate or Nature did obtain Any Deserts , that might your favour gain , Must in my Soul a Noble pleasure raise ; But now you quite oppress me with your praise . Jup. Not half my sence of your desert I speak ; My Heart can never shew it , till it break , Which swell'd with kindness it will do e're long , If Love can find no passage but the Tongue . Cal. Chaste Power ! I beg you let these praises die , Take some compassion of my modesty . Jup. Oh! Princess ! it is I that pity need , ( shall I the secret tell ? ) your merits breed In my last Heart , a strange uncommon flame : A kindness I both fear and blush to name ; Nay , one for which no name I ever knew , The Passion is to me so strange , so new ! Cal. My wondring thoughts you into mazes guide ! And your dark meaning close in Riddles hide . Jup. You are not half so much amaz'd as I ! My self am frighted at the Prodigy . I daily stand , and wonder at my pain , And do not know of what I would complain ; I always sigh , when I your Beauties view , And wish ( but wonder why ! ) I wish for you . Something I fain would crave , but do not know What I should ask , or what you can bestow . Some Charms about you for my ease you bear , But know not how they cure , nor what they are ; But I am certain they could give me ease . Cal. Oh! Gods ! how came you by this strange disease , Weary with hunting , you to day in hast Of some accursed Plant did rashly tast ; On which some Viper left his deadly sting ; Or else you drank at some infectious Spring . Jup. Some Spring where Cupid wash'd his bloody Darts , When the young Tyrant had been murdring Hearts ; That , that the Author of my grief does prove , The poisnous gore has tainted me with Love. Cal. Who to that fatal Spring your steps betray'd ; Call , Call to Aesculapius for some aid . Jup. Oh! none can give me any ease but you . Sick ! Sick I grow ! � Cal. What would you ha' me do ? Jup. Look kindly on me with a pleasing Eye ! Smile , smile upon me sweetly , or I die . Suppose me now , some Beauteous God , or Jove The King of Gods , and think your self in Love. Cal. You do not speak your own desires , I 'm sure , You 'd rather dye , than ask me such a Cure. Jup. Yes once I would , but I am alter'd now : Some kindness now , you may , you must allow . Cal. What kindness can I shew ? what can I do ? Stand off , or I shall be infected too . Jup. That is the reason why I press so nigh ; To Cure me , you must be as sick as I. Cal. Yes , were your sickness but the Plague , I wou'd ; This for a World shall never taint my Blood. Jup. In this necessity you must submit ; It will be only one tempestuous Fit ; And we shall both be well , � you must , you shall . � Cal. She raves , I to the Nymphs for aid must call , Or she will do some horrid act , I fear ; Help , help , my Goddess is distracted here ; Come both to mine , and to my Goddess aid ! Jup. I will not wrong you , be not thus afraid . Cal. You cannot help it , you distracted grow , Loose me , or this into my Heart shall go . Shews a Dart. Jup. I find my stratagem is fond and vain , By other Arts I my design must gain ; Or in despair and shame must vanish hence ; Glory has most victorious influence On Womens Hearts , that seldom is deny'd ; For that subdues their only guard , their pride . I 'le try how that will work upon her mind , And rush with Troops of Glories from behind The Ambush , where I lye in vain conceal'd , And fight her Vertue fairly in open field . The wondrous Vertue , Royal Nymph , you shew , Deserves your Glorious Fortune you should know : From fair Diana's vanish'd form , see here , Low at your Feet thus prostrate does appear , Paying his homage to your conquering Eyes , No less than Jove the King of Deities ; Who so unfortunate ( 't is true ! ) did prove , At Two Coelestial Springs to drink in Love ; But they were these Two bright ones of your Eyes , From which he bears such tortring miseries , Unless you quickly some compassion shew , You will the World into confusion throw . Cal. Oh! Gods ! have I been cheated all this while ? Talked with a God , and of a thing so vile As Love ? I might have guest by all his words , As Men by horrid shreeks of ominous Birds ; Their deaths foretel some fate in secret lay , To make my Fame and Innocence a prey . What sin have I committed , mighty Jove ! You should contrive to punish me with Love ? Jup. Your killing Beauty is one great Offence ; But your chief sin is too much Innocence . Cal. If Beauty does offend you , ruine , blast , Take what revenge on it you please , � the last My Vertue , you , nor shall , nor can destroy ; I all my Life will in that sin employ . Jup. Then all my life I must be wretched made . Condemn me then to the Infernal shade . Let me with speed to any pains remove , To Hell , or any Torment , but your Love. Jup. That way my self I into Hell shall doom , And turn their Hell into Elizium ; For that is Heaven , where Sovereign Pleasures are , And oh ! what Pleasure can with you compare ; Then do not by severity so fierce , Damn the great Soul of the whole Universe . Cal. These fond discourses I 'le no longer bear ; Farewell , you only Combate with the Air : And all your high Contention vain shall find : Ha : He my feet does with Inchantments bind ! Release me Tyrant ! � Jup. Do not yet begone ! I Beg , I kneel , I offer you my Throne . [ kneels . Cal. I scorn the Throne , the Deity of Jove ! Jup. Oh! do but counterfeit a little Love. Cal. Be gone , the Sight of You I cannot brook . Jup. I 'le give my Empire for a smile , a look : For nothing , � let me but so happy prove , To oblige one I so entirely Love. Cal. If Gifts you will bestow , I 'le name you one , Give me my self , and let me streight be gone . Jup. Proud and ungrateful Nymph , did I bestow [ rises angerly Those Treasures on you , which enrich you so , And now I come a begging to your door , Can I not gain an Alms when I implore ? I 'le quickly if I please retake my due , And punish those your sawcy Vertues too : For Vertues in a Soul my Vice-roys be , And may my Empire guard , but not from me . Their power vanishes when I appear , Nor shall they dare o're me to domineer . I will depose 'em from their high commands , And take the Rule of you into my hands . Ho! There the Winds ? to yonder Valley bear This Nymph , and for my Love prepare her there . Cal. Kill me you Tyrant ! Enter Winds carry of Calisto . Jup. Stop her needless Cries ! Now Nymph , it is my turn to tytennize ; She is led hence my Captive , but I find My self in stronger Chains left bound behind : Glory and Pleasure in my Breast contend ; Pleasure would seize what Glory would defend : Her Vertues charm my Glory on their side ; But pleasure longs to have his pleasure try'd ; For Glory like a bragging Coward , does here Only in Beauties absence domineer ; But in her sight 't will make a poor defence , And never stand before Victorious sence . Exit . Enter Strephon , Corydon , Daphne , Sylvia , Chorus of Shepheards . The Scene near the Vale , whither the Winds carryed Calisto . Cho. COme Shepheards quickly hasten to the Shades , The Sun with all his force the Air invades . Sylv. The open Plains let us forsake ; Here is a Grove will pity of us take : The Trees in gentle whisperings invite us ; Here are all things to invite us . Stre. These pleasures none can well improve , But we , ( my Shepherdess ) who love . Daph. These Pleasures none can well improve , But we ( my dearest Swain ) who love . Corid . Oh happy Shepheard , and kind Shepherdess , Whom all the Gods , above expression bless . Here Sylvia cruel , I forlorn , Torment our selves each day . Whilst I with grief , and she with scorn , Wast all your youth away . Sylv. Alas poor Shepheard ! the fault is not mine That to thy passion I do not incline ; I wish thy love and desert were more moving ; For I confess I fain would be loving . She Pawses and Starts . What ( on the sudden ) do I ayle ? Gentle Winds from yonder Vale , On the sudden warm my Heart . Sylv. Oh! I 'm wounded : Oh! I smart . Enter Cupids , and Winds . Stre. Sure some God is here descended , With a Train of Loves attended . Sylv. Oh! I 'm wounded : Oh! I Love. This is some inchanted Grove . Cho. This is some inchanted Grove . An Entry of Cupids , and Winds . Stre. Oh! my Soul is in a Flame . Daph. I must fly , or lose my Fame . Cor. O what raging Passions fill me ! Love me Sylvia now , or kill me . Sylv. Oh! I love , and long to shew it ; But my Shepheard shall not know it . Stre. Oh! my Daphne ! now or never . Daph. Strephon , fly my sight for ever . Corid . I can no longer Sylvia wait thee . Syl. Corydon be gone , I hate thee . Chor. Curse on this inchanted Grove . We are all undone with Love. We are all undone with Love. Fly from this inchanted Grove . Exeunt omnes . Finis Actus II.
ACT. III. Juno . JVNO . DOwn from the Heavenly Rooms , and Airy Throne . Where I have long been left alone : As fast as Jealousie my steps could bear , I come to seek my wandring Jupiter : I am assur'd he does not wait On any politick Affairs of State : He stays not to employ his publick mind , And fix the general Business of Mankind . No , I have too much cause to fear ; Affairs less good and vertuous keep him here . My Blood grows hot ! � and must I then be us'd For ever thus ? � for ever thus abus'd ? Must every trifling Nymph , that looks but fair , Entice from my Embrace my Jupiter ? Must all my Charms be every Strumpets scorn , Only because they by a Wife are born ? Oh! Servile State of Conjugal Embrace ! Where seeming Honour covers true disgrace . We with reproaches Mistresses defame ; But we poor Wives endure the greatest shame . We to their Slaves are humble Slaves , whilst they Command our Lords , and rule what we obey . Their Loves each day new kindnesses uphold , We get but little , and that little cold ! That a poor Wife is with her state reproached , And to be Married is to be debauched . Now some new rival must my Soul perplex ; I 'le find her out , or I 'le destroy the Sex : And I will Jove too in his thefts detect , Or I 'le each Bird and Beast I meet dissect . Exit . Enter Psecas . Pse . Where is this Love of mine a wandring now ? When I would scarce a look to him allow : The restless Slave would follow me all day , I could not frown or chide him then away : And now that I would kind to him appear , The handsom Fool is gone I know not where . If any of the winged Train of Love Now hover in this Grove , Go fetch the moaning Boy to me with hast , Tell him the happy Minute 's come at last : For by Loves Bow I swear , I with my Goddess open War declare , And for the Battle all my Charms prepare . Ha! what fair Vision 's this assaults my sight , My Beauties Love I swear arrayed in light : Enter Mer. Sparkling in Glory brighter than the day ; His splendid Train sweeps all the shades away . Mer. My Nymph ! Pse . My Love appear to me again , Wellcom as sudden ease to one in pain : Where hast thou hid thy lovely self to day ? A whole long Morn together from me stay ? I have been seeking thee in every Grove , To give some ease to thy despairing Love : But I 'm afraid my trouble I may spare ; The Cure's already wrought by one more fair : Some of the Charming Goddesses above , From me have Spirited away my Love. Venus has chose thee for her Page , and she Has drest thee in this shining Livery . Mer. Oh! what amazing Change is this ! I am a dreaming now in Paradise ; Or this is some kind Image of my Fair , My Charming Nymph that pities my despair ; Act on this sweet delusion , pretty shade , What pleasure does my Heart invade . My panting Heart is on the sudden eas'd ; I , since I was a God , was ne'r so pleas'd . Pse . If in my Love be any Bliss , Thou shalt have more delight than this . A kindness equal to my former hate , Thou shalt not wish thy self a happy Fate . Mer. Can Psecas then do any thing but kill ? Psecas be kind , and yet be Psecas still ? Pse . The very Psecas who did hate thee once ; But now does all her cruelty renounce : And with it both my Goddess and her Train , Whom now I shun , I hate , disdain , Throw off the Yoak of her unnatural Law , And all my Beauties from her Camp withdraw ; And now in Loves and Natures Cause will fight , And do my Sex , and injur'd Beauty Right ? Mer. Oh! with what Noble Courage art thou fir'd ; What Courteous God these Thoughts in thee inspir'd ? Lead on , we will begin the War to day ; I 'le fight the Cause , and thou shalt be my Pay. These pois'nous Fumes wee 'l from the Earth remove , And cleanse the Air with the hot Fire of Love. All Beings are concern'd in our just Cause , To kill these Rebels against Natures Laws ; Who if they be not to Confusion hurl'd , Will begger Nature , and lay wast the World. And to encourage us my Love the more , Great Jove himself in person now adore , Does Execution for her proud disdain , Upon the fairest Criminal of the Train : On her who only sways your Goddess Breast , And thou , my Nymph , hat'st more than all the rest . Look in that Vale , and thy revenge delight . Pse . Oh! how I am transported with the sight ! Oh! that some God now my revenge to please , Would summon hither all the Deities ; All Beings Mortal and Immortal too , And shew her shame to universal view . Mer. My Nymph , not yet her Empire understands ; See here a God attending her Commands . Pse . Ha! what great brightness does around thee shine ; Something beams through thee like a Pow'r Divine . Mer , Such Glorious Vassals are your Beauties due , And less than Gods should not pretend to you . Pse . This is a Fate more great than I would crave ; Have I a God then for my Beauties Slave ? Mer. One of highest Rank , and next the Throne . Pse . This is a Love I may with Honour own : For petty Gods , like Mortals I despise ; But yet I understand not Deities . I fear your passion , I must disapprove ; Gods always make dishonourable Love. Mer. By Love , by Styx , I true to thee will be ; And lose my Godhead , e're be false to thee . Pse . Suppose you constant to your Love remain , I know not how a God to entertain ; Or if I did , perhaps Divine delight May not agree with Humane appetite . Mer. The Joys of Gods exceed the Thoughts of Men. Pse . Oh Gods ! and shall I be a Goddess then ? Mer. As great as Juno , more belov'd and prais'd , And have more Altars to thy Beauty rais'd . Pse . What ? and have power to Torture all I hate , That will not dye with envy at my state . Mer. All ! All ! Pse . Oh! then the Nymphs I will torment ! But for Calisto I will plagues invent . By my Great self , this does so pleasing prove , Aside . My ravish'd Heart begins almost to Love. Come to my Coronation streight proceed , Call all the Gods and Goddesses with speed : Let the whole Air with the bright Throng abound , To shame Calisto , and to see me Crown'd . Mer. I fly my Queen , and will your Will obey ; But oh ! some present Kindness you must give , To bear my Charges in this way To Heaven , and back again , in this one kiss I 'le give . Enter Nyphe . Ny . I heard a dolefull Cry , not far from hence , Of one who in some great distress must be ; The Voice seem'd like Calisto's to my Sence : Oh! all the Gods forbid it should be she . Ha! Psecas here a Lover entertain : Oh! the vile Nymph , she will disgrace our Train . Pse . Oh! now I long till I my Reign begin , To plague the Nymphs I hate , and act the Queen . And see ! Already here a Subject for my power , Thrown in my way by Fortune , to devour . What brings you here my secrets to discover ? Ny . Not your design to entertain a Lover . Pse . How dare you so presumptious be , to spy My Royal , nay , my Divine privacy . Ny . Royal Divine , and how dare I presume ? Good Heavens ! what mighty thing are you become ? Pse . A thing too Sacred for your Tongue to Name , The mighty Glories of my swelling Fame ; You shall not once into your Mouth receive , Nor dare to look on me without my leave , Ny . Since when were you so great , so Sacred grown , Surely if any Honour must be shewn The Right is mine , who am a Princess born . Pse . That 's Natures Gift , whose Charity I scorn . On my own Treasure of desert I live , And all my Glory from my self receive . Ny . No , from your Lover you some Glory gain ! I 'le do you Right , and spread it through the Train . Pse . How ? do you threaten me ? stop , stop her flight ; Although my Fame is spotless as the Light , My Goddess from dishonour less secure , I 'le not th' affront of a dispute endure . Ny . Oh! Blasphemy ! Oh! Prodigy of Pride ! Crimes black like these do you once hope to hide ? Pse . Continue still in a Contempt so great ! Confine her , till my pardon she intreat , For daring thus my anger to despise , And ' gainst my Honour to believe her Eyes . Ny . Thy pardon ? Mer. Will you all you saw deny ? Ny . I 'le tell it all , though I that moment dye Pse . Then kill her ! Ny . Do ! thy Infamy and shame , My walking Ghost shall to the World proclaim . Pse . To what a height will this young Courage grow ? The shame to me design'd , on thee I 'le throw . From hence I charge you let her not remove : I 'le call the Nymph , and swear you are her Love. The Lye is Sacred , and prevents a Crime Her boyling blood will sure commit in time . I 'le quench the Love is springing in the Bloud , And blast her vitious Nature in her Bud. Exit . Mer. Run , run , with speed ! I 'le Charm her in this Grove , shew her with me Calisto there with Jove . Ny . Oh! Traytress ! Mer. Go , obey my Charming Rod , Know 't is but vain contending with a God! Ny . Exit . Whilst in this Grove , this Nymph with Charms I tye , Streight on my Loves Commands to Heaven I 'le flye , To call my Queen ! But oh ! what do I see , Juno already here ! Oh Jealousie ! This Jealousie 's the Ghost of murdered Love , Which turn'd all Spirit does outragious prove : Groans o're its Grave the poor despairing Breast ; But never lets the Murderer have Rest . Juno I fear will all our Plots prevent ; But I will stand behind , and see th' Event . Jupiter , Juno , Calisto . Jup. What Sawcy watchful Spies Does Juno place on me where e're I go ; I think the Trees of every Grove have Eyes , And Winds breath Stories as they blow . Jun. Is this your Business mighty Jove below ? Are these the Secrets none must dare to know ? For this does Jove in Clouds his Glory hide ? Is thus his great Omnipotence employ'd ? How will th' Arcadian Nymphs his Praises sing ? And Crown with Garlands the Almighty King ? But what need Shapes conceal the wandring Jove ; He is transform'd too much with shameful Love ? Jup. The Love I to this Royal Virgin own , I take a greater pride in , than my Throne ; And all my shapes do but adorn me more ; As shining Armour does a Warriour , To fight this Field under the Power of Love , Is greater Glory than to Reign above . Jun. Oh! Blasphemy above an Atheists Tongue ! Should Men in Thought your Glory so much wrong ; The Impious Slaves you quickly would destroy , Your Thunder now against your self employ : Or rather there against those Traitrous Eyes , That have depos'd the King of Deities . Jup. She has Exalted me above my Throne ; In the short time I have her Vertues known : The Joy I felt in loving her , was more Than endless Eyes blest me with before . Jun. Then all my Beauties are forgot it seems , And Jove for her his Goddess disesteems . A long Fruition has a Loathing bred , Of me for Ages you have surfeited . Jup. I own I have of your impetious mind , Which to your so much boasted Charms , ( I find ) No small indifference in my Breast Creates . Jun. My haughty mind not half so much abates ; The passion in you for my Beauty 's due , As your low mind does my esteem for you . I scorn my Beauties should descend to please One , who degrades himself to such as these : With whom if strife were for my Grandeur meet , I now would trample her beneath my Feet ; But that resentment I disdain to shew , And think the Nymph for my Contempt too low . Cal. Great Queen ! all Honour to your Rank is due : But please to know , I am a Princess too , And do in that respect your Image wear ; Nor does that State from me dishonour bear : You scorn not more your Monarch should forsake Your Bed for me , than I his Love to take ; And if for Love the high Contention be , You scorn strife less , than I the Victory : Not that my hate on Jove alone does fall ; But I disdain , and hate to Love at all . Jun. When first begun in you this hate to Love , This mighty Pride , in the Embrace of Jove ? Cal. That raise my Pride ! True Honour you Blaspheme ? An Insect , or a Plant , in my Esteem Are Nobler Beings , and of higher Price , Than Nymph or Goddess that descends to Vice. Jun. Oh! how in favour boldly you presume ! When had it then beginning ? Cal. From the Womb. Rather from Fate , which did my choice foresee , And durst not other Natures frame for me , For fear I should 'twixt Horrour and disdain , Have started to my nothing back again . Jun. Was ere such Insolence by Mortal shewn ? What then ( it may be ) you disdain my Crown ? Cal. I do ; nor by your Glory would be bought , To sin against my Honour , but in Thought . All kinds of Love to me are so impure , I hate the Marriage Bed , which you endure ; Nor would exchange my Vertue for my Power ; A Virgin is a Queens Superiour . Jun. Amazing haughtiness ! This sawcy scorn , If thou wert vertuous , were not to be born . Jup. As Queen she is ! more Vertues in her shine , Than you , and all the Female Powers Divine . Jun. What Vertues yielding easier to your Will , And pleasing you perhaps with greater skill . Jup. She gives me greater pleasure in her pride , Than ever Juno did in being enjoy'd . Jun. Oh! how he Tortures me ! what secret pain I feel , to counterfeit a brave disdain ? Your pleasure with the artful Nymph pursue ; If Pride so pleas'd , what did Fruition do ? Jup. Her Vertue 's more untainted than your own � And less of yours advanc'd me to my Throne . Jun. What stay'd � you then together in the Grove ? Vertue is but of little use to Jove . Jup. Rapt with her Beauties , but her Vertues more ! I tarry here her Vertues to adore . They us'd that force upon my vanquish'd mind , Which once on her bright Beauties I design'd . The fire these kindled th' other did put out . Jun. To Vertue you are seldom so devout , And scarce for such insipid Joys would stay . Jup. Cease your contention without more delay ; Lest you provoke me in this Nymphs defence , To prove too fatally her Innocence . Jun. Give her my Crown , the trifle I despise ; By being depos'd from thee , I higher rise . To thee no more I will my self debase , But here condemn thee to this Nymphs Embrace . Jup. Do , we shall both be gainers by the strife ; You get more Glory , I a fairer Wife . Jun. A fairer Wife ! though I with scorn look down On thy lost Heart , and on my falling Crown , Above thy Throne , my Beauty I surprise ; I will revenge on thee these Blasphemies . I will ascend , and leave thy hated Bed ; But mounting thus , I 'le on thy Goddess tread . Jup. Hold , lest indeed I raise her to my Throne , And to thy Rival make thee Vassalage own . Jun. Thy Throne and Heart on whom thou wilt bestow ; Without revenge from hence I will not go . Revenge to my enraged Soul shall be , My Throne , my Jove , my Heavenly Dignity . Jup. Nay then I 'le govern your Imperious hate . You Airy Spirits that on Tempests wait : That all the Forces of the Air command ; Rain , Thunder , Lightning , Muster or Disband , Employ 'em when , and against whom I please , Vice-roys of all the spreading Provinces . 'Twixt Earth and Moon , quick with your Guards appear , And take the loudest of all Tempests here : Your Queen from hence , � and keep her close confin'd , In the cold Rooms , where Hail and Snow you grind , Where with more fit Companions she may be , With Storms that can reply as loud as she ; Enter Airy Spirits . Where she her fill of noise may take , Rail as she will , and no disturbance make : And do not dare to let her scape from thence , Till of her duty she has learnt a sence . Spirits seize Juno . Jun. So then ; thy Queen must be confin'd above , That thou below may'st Revel with thy Love : Loose me you Slaves , I will not bear this wrong , I will not stir till I have him along . Jup. Oh! the Eternal Plague ! my will obey ! This Tempest from my Ears with speed convey . Jun. I will not go , you Rebel Slaves forbear ; Jove , to confinement send me , if you dare . All the Coelestial Powers shall quickly know , On what Affairs you are employ'd below : I 'le make 'em chuse another in thy Throne , To save both Heav'n and Earth from be'ng undone . Jup. Guard , wait a while . � Jun. Nay , now I will not stay . Jup. Will you your Queens , or my Commands obey ? Once more I do instate you in my Throne ; Once more this Royal Virgins Vertues own . Though had she lov'd , it is sufficient plea For Innocence , that she 's belov'd by me ; For I will be controul'd in no amour ; My Love is arbitrary as my power : I bound all Minds and Beings , but my own , Am place to all things , but my self have none . On you my largest share of Love shall fall ; But no one Heart has room enough for all . I like my Sun , my Beams will not confine , Nor starve all Beings by my self to shine . And like him too , where e're I shed my light ; I Nature do not alter , but excite . When on a loose and wanton Nymph I smile , Her Blood breeds Monsters like the Mud of Nile : But when to Flowers and Gardens I repair , With fragrant Odours I perfume the Air. Such were the Sweets I from her Vertues drew , And you shall own it , yes and thank her too : Do it I say , and her deserts proclaim ; She of a Goddess only wants the Name . Jun. I will embrace her , since I must obey ; But she by Heaven shall dearly for it pay . [ Aside . Jup. Farewell Fair Nymph ! [ To Cal. To that I call my Heav'n I now must go ; Jup. Juno Guards Ex. But leaving you , I leave true Heav'n below . Cal. From what a horrid Dream do I awake ? I am afraid my Sense does yet mistake . From these Coelestial Tyrants I amfreed ; But still the Thought does horrour in me breed . I cannot yet compose my restless Soul , The Storm is ended , but the Billows rowl . But oh ! which tears my Soul , a shame remains ; My rising Blood does almost break my Veins : A fiery blushing flame 's around my Face ; I 'm all on fire with rage at my disgrace : For I 'm enough dishonour'd , and asham'd To breath , but in the Air , where Love is nam'd . But be disgrac'd with an attempt so foul , I hate this place , the World , the Gods , my Soul. Enter Mercury . Mer. The Tempest ended ? and no mischief done ? Calisto's Innocence unshaken stand ? This horrid Storm must be again begun . I 'le fly to Heaven , as Psecas gave command : And to my Queen with Lyes my self address , And bring again that raging Lioness . Mean while I 'le charm the Nymphs within this Grove : Around , around here let 'm rove : And Visions guard the Sacred ground , To fright 'em still within their bound . Exit � Enter Nyphe . Ny . How am I kept a Prisoner , in the Power Of this base God ? Oh! that revenge to have I were some mighty Goddess for an Hour : Oh! how I would torment the Heavenly Slave ? But see ! my Sister here ? and oh ! my Fears Her lovely Face all delug'd o're with Tears . Ah! what means this ? Cal. My Sister here ? be gone , Leave me to my disorder'd self alone ; And fly these Groves , they are the curst abodes Of Satyrs , Fiends , or worse , of Impious Gods. Ny . Oh! how you fright me ? I grow pale with fear ; What fatal accident has happ'ned here ? Cal. I 'm too disorder'd now Replies to make ! Ny . No matter , I will no denial take . What has befallen you since I parted hence ? Cal. What you to hear have too much Innocence . Ny . Not let me know it ? this unkind appears ; I will both hear it , and have all the Tears . To yonder mournful Shades let us repair , Which to our sorrows some resemblance bear : And there to tell your Griefs your Task shall be , And I will sit and weep for you , and me . Enter Daphne and Sylvia . Sylv. COrydon is a Noble Swain , And too long has felt disdain : But since scorn I once did show , My Love I 'm too proud to let him know . Daph. Ah Sylvia ! Sylvia ! my Heart ( like yours ) Pain from foolish Pride endures . I angry with Strephon to day did appear , And now long to reconcile ; Yet in pride for a time will seem severe , Though it breaks my Heart the while . Enter Strephon , Corydon , Chorus of Shepheards . Daphne and Sylvia offer to go as they Enter . Stre. Oh whither does my lovely Daphne fly ? Cory . How long will Sylvia Corydon deny . Daph. It is my Will my kindness to remove . Sylv. And I shall never , never Love. Daphne and Sylvia Exeunt . Stre. Oh! what has chang'd my Daphne's mind ? Cho. Oh false , and cruel Woman-kind ! 1. Shep. Come Shepheards do not complain . See , see yonder a merry Train , Of Gypsies dancing over the Plain . Call 'em straight , Call 'em straight to comfort these poor Swains . An Entry of Gypsies . No longer complain , If your Loves shew disdain , Be proud and disdain 'em again . The Fools you will find Will be glad to be kind , When they once are despised by the Men. Gipsies go off . 1. Shep. Hark , Hark! in yonder Woods the Satyrs Play , The Ecchoes bring their Laughs this way . They with some pleasant sport are pleas'd . The wanton Demy-Beasts some Nymphs have seiz'd . Enter Two Shepheards . Laugh Shepheards , Laugh and Sing ; Joyful Tydings now we bring . The Fair Calisto is disgrac'd ; Gods and Mortals hate the Chast . An Entry of Satyrs Stre. All this to me but little ease does give . Coryd . All Joys are dead to me , why do I live ? Stre. In death alone we ease shall find . Coryd . In death alone we ease shall find . Chor. of all . oh false and cruel Woman-kind ! Exeunt omnes .
ACT. IV. Enter Psecas . Pse . HOW long will these malicious Woods in spight Conspire to hide my Goddess from my sight . Were the Truth known , she is in private gone To some blind Cave with her Endimion : For busie Tongues are with her Honour bold , Or she with Love does Correspondence hold . Some beautious Youths that do her fancy please , Have reconcil'd those bloody Enemies ; I scorn and hate her , ( though these falshoods be ) That she delights in anything but me . At her my generous Revenge does aim , I in Calisto would my Goodess shame . [ Enter Mercury . But ha ! my Vassal Mercury so nigh ? Put me in humor with some pleasing Lye , For my lost Goddess I can no where find . Mer. I bring you News ( my Nymph ! ) will tune your mind , Much better News then did I only aim To please and flatter you my wit could frame . Pse . Oh! Speak ! the Expectation does delight . Mer. The minute that I parted from your sight , Our jealous Queen descended from above , And found Calisto ( as you wish't ) with Jove . Pse . Oh! Joy ! and kill'd her streight ? � Mer. She was debarr'd , The Nymph was then under her Lovers Guard , Pse . What strange Event must that Encounter have ? Mer. All his Queens Rage my Monarch did outbrave . With her fair Rival forc't her to comply , Nay , ask her pardon for her Jealousy . Not daring then to truth her with his Love , Compell'd her to return , and fled above . Pse . Tyrant ! That I had been his Queen an hour , I would have plagu'd and exercis'd his power ! Will Juno then put up Affronts so rude ? Mer. No , No , the angry Queen I strait pursu'd , Fir'd all the Mines of Sulphur in her Soul , The active Flame through ev'ry Vein did rowl , That she wept Fire , and her whole Soul did blaze . The frightned Gods , did at the Wonder gaze , Believ'd the World once more with Fire undone , And Jove lookt round for a new Phaeton . Pse . The World for Ruine surely must prepare ! Let her destroy it , ere Calisto spare . Oh! I 'm impatient till she does appear , Why tarries Juno ? when will she be here ? Mer. Ere you can think again � I left her now This instant standing on the shining brow Of a Celestial Arch , of wondrous height , With her Robes girt , and ready for her flight . Calisho's dead by this time , or at least Roaring beneath the figure of a Beast . Pse . Oh! Shall she be a Beast ? Mer. If any ease It will give you , she shall what Beast you please . Pse . Oh! Let me think ! � Some very ugly one , Uglier than yet by Nature e'r was shewn With all her skill and power , let Juno try To outwit Nature in deformity . Mer. She shall observe your pleasure to the full , She shall discover Natures fancy dull . Pse . My most obedient Deity ! But stay , May not Calisto have escap't away , And found our Goddess , whil'st you fled above ? Mer. I charm'd both her , and Nyphe in that Grove . There round they wander , chac't by panique fear , Take for a sighing Ghost each wind they hear ; At their own Voices start , and Shadows stare , And think the lofty Trees tall Fantoms are . Pse . Observ'd to every tittle my Command ; Nay , guest my very wishes , take my hand , Here pay thy self , for thou hast pleas'd me so , My Favors unpetition'd I 'll bestow � Now Nyphe's Ruine I must next contrive ; For no one my displeasure shall survive . Mer. For her disgrace do not disturb your thought ; Go , let your Goddess to the Grove be brought . To shew her Fav'rites virtues there pretend , My jealous Queen will soon your Cause defend . Calisto's fall will some dishonour throw On her young Friend , and to pursue the blow , Charge her with confidence of Love to me . Then I , as if I fear'd discovery , And of my Mistriss Honour cautions were , Will gently call , but so as all may hear , Nyphe my Love. � My Nyphe , why so slow ! Come to me here , for I impatient grow . Pse . How active in Invention dost thou prove ? Thou half deserv'st the glory of my Love. I could descend to smile now , if I durst ; But that 's too great a Favor at the first : And to rash Youth 't is an unhappy Fate � To come too early to a great Estate . Much Wealth , much Honour , I design my Slave , But I the management of all will have . Mer. My glorious Mistriss , does her kindness shew , With the vast wealth , I should distracted grow . But yet some mark of Favor let me wear , This little Arrow from your Quiver spare . Pse . 'T is thine ! � But stay , not that , the Dart you have , My Goddess in reward of Service gave , � No matter , take it , I her Favors slight ; Nay , to affront her , wear it in her sight . Mer. How will I strut among the Powers Divine With this , and make 'em at my Fortune pine ? Psecas ? Knight my self I now declare , And this the Badge of my Queens Order wear . But see the Nymphs walking their Fairy round , This of their Circle is their utmost bound . Enter Calisto , Nyphe . Pse . Oh! Let me run and wound e'm with my Eye ! But now I think on 't � by my Frowns to dye , Will be a Fate too glorious and sublime , And I shall look e'm dead before their time . They are of use that Huntress to disgrace , Which ' cause she is of a Celestial Race , Usurps the Title of a Power Divine , Though her Deserts inferiour are to mine . Howe'r by Birth she 's not below my hate , I 'll shew her Folly , and dismiss her strait . Then these may live . � Mer. See! See! I have descryed Your Goddess . Pse . Where ? Mer. There by that Rivers side � Run , Run , my Queen ! Pse . In yonder Thicket stay Till my Return � Mer. My Queen I shall obey . [ Ex. several ways . Cal. How long shall we this black , this cursed place , The hated horrid Scene of my disgrace , In wild and frightful Mazes wander round ? Ny . Sure we are here by black Inchantments bound . Cal. Where ere we go , wild shapes around us move ! And every Tree appears to me like Jove . Ny . These frightful shadows are his Guard I fear , And for some black design , imprison us here . Cal. They are ! What shall we for our safety do ? Run , and the Fantoms swiftlier pursue ! Shoot , and our Arrows flie we know not where , Are lost in Mists , or onely wound the Air. They come ! � Stand off ye Fiends ! � Ny . How pale they shew ? Cal. And every thing is blasted where they go . That some brave Man of the old Tytans Race , Would help me to revenge my great disgrace . If any God will tempt my Soul to Love , Let him depose that hated Tyrant Jove . Ny . Oh! That the Gods should be such wicked things ! Now this into my Soul the Reason brings , Why Heav'n is hated by the Young and Fair ; It seems , the Deities abuse 'em there : For which , the old and slighted do not care . Is it for this Priests bid us worship Jove ? Are these the Joyes they promise us above ? But we are safe , my Goddess does appear . [ Looks within . Cal. Disguis'd again the Tyrant Jupiter . Ny . Do you not see the Nymphs around her there ? Cal. Cheats , Fantoms , all ! � Delusions of the Air. My heart of fears for you ( sweet Nyphe ) ease ! Leave me to suffer my own miseries . Ny . Why with unkindness do you Love repay ? I hope you do not think I will obey . Besides , I 'm fetter'd in Inchantments too , Though I need none to fasten me to you . The foolish Gods may their Inchantments spare , Stronger than theirs about your self you bare . Cal. Fortune who sends me Suff'rings , does in you Send me the sweetest of all comforts too . Ny . Discourse no more , I cannot bravelier dye , Than in your aid , and by a Deity . Cal. Then let us bravely perish in defence Of injur'd Chastity and Innocence ; And when we both are dead , oh ! if there be In Heav'n , but any Friend to Chastity . Some Goddess , of our purity have care , And to some private Tomb our Bodies bare . [ Ex. Diana , Psecas , Nymphs . Dia. The chaste Calisto sin ? if thou woud'st try To scare us with some frightful Prodigy , Thy stories within bounds of Reason feign ; Those who out-talk their mark , derision gain . Who use Invention must with Art proceed ! They , of all Merchants , the most cunning need . Pse . I scorn the Traffick , and your Friend , nay you May Love , ere I speak any thing untrue . Dia. Of one most useful Virtue you have store , Of Confidence , to charge you with no more . But know , no ill can her fair Soul invade ! Her whole Composure is for Virtue made . Her Body of so pure a mold is wrought , Her very Body may a Soul be thought ! A Soul to highest Purity refin'd ! Visible Virtue , a Celestial Mind Condens't to Beauty , in that fair disguise Descending to the view of humane eyes . Gross Passions can no more find dwellings there , Than Men can breath in the Aetherial Air. There is no Fuel there for earthy Fire , The starving Flame must instantly expire . Pse . Oh! How much curious Art you make appear ? How finely you would paint us nothing here ? Your Colours are so fine , your Strokes so small , That they no Strokes , nor Colour have at all . I know not how invisible , and pure Her Body may be , 't is not so obscure , But you may see her now in yonder Grove ; There but this instant in the arms of Jove , She humbly condescended to my view . Dia. I say 't is false ! Nay , it is Nonsense too . Pse . Nonsense to see ! That does indeed surprize � Nymphs in your service must have witty Eyes . Dia. That it is Nonsense , I again proclaim , The Gods for her must a new Nature frame , Ere Sin in her the least possession gains ! No longer then Calisto she remains , Who sayes Calisto then does spot her Fame , Sayes she 's at once another , and the same . Pse . How for Calisto you employ your Wit ? How virtuous 't is to be a Favourite ? Her Crimes with glosses as you please disguise , You shall not argue me out of my Eyes . Dia. Proceed in insolent Contention still ? Cease your Disputes ! And know it is my Will , You never more presume to touch her Fame , Nor mention , but with high Respect , her Name . Pse . Gods ! Gods ! to rev'rence her I much incline ! What pity 't is she is no Power Divine ? Yes ! I will spread her Virtues , and your own , What Virtues too they are , shall well be known . Dia. Call in dispute my Virtues ? � Seize her there ! [ Nymphs seize Psecas . Pse . Is this the Love to Chastity you bear ? Dia. Who boast of it so much , oft-times have none ! Pse . My Chastity is equal with your own . Dia. Amazing Pride ! � Confine her . Pse . If you dare . I 'll work on Flowers the story with my hair ; Which round the World some courteous wind shall blow , Till it with Zeal into a Tempest grow . Dia. With Pride and Malice she begins to Rave ; Conveigh her to some Beasts forsaken Cave . I doom her by her restless self to dwell , And that at once both Fury is , and Hell. As they are guarding her out , Enter Juno , who stops them . Jun. Hold ! Goddess , Do you thus your Nymphs reward , That with such Loyalty your Honour guard ? Is this the place where Chastity's profest ? Has Love so strong a party in your Breast ? Dia. Has Love in any Breast a greater Foe ? Jun. Do you your Hatred to that Passion shew , By guarding those who wrong my Bed and Throne ? Am I excepted from your Rules alone ? Dia. On any such did e'r my Favour fall , Who will not bear my Nymphs should love at all ? Jun. Does not this Nymph in seizure here remain , For charging the most Vicious of your Train ? Whom you from Infamy defend with Might , For no desert , but being your Favourite ? Dia. The merits of Calisto well I know , My Favour rashly I on none bestow . Jun. And shall my Eyes then be affronted too ? Dia. It was some shape abus'd both her and you . Jun. That cursed shape still somewhere haunts this Wood , And it shall bleed if it be flesh and blood . Pse . See! with Dart fixt , and Bowe completely beat , She comes from yonder Grove . Jun. As if she meant To give us an Assault . Dia. And Nyphe there ? � Pse . Of Virtue she has much her Sisters share . I thought to tell you ( if I durst proceed ) How Mercury her forward Youth does breed , And make already most expert in Love , But I perceiv'd I should your Anger move . Dia. Ignorant Nature ( if these Nymphs be ill ) To temper spotless Chastity wants skill , Or flesh and blood is of too course allay , And she may waste the fires of Souls away , And in her vain Experiments grow old , Ere that base Metal will be turn'd to Gold. In them I 'm sure she did at Virtue aim , And never yet so near Projection came . Enter Calisto and Nyphe in a posture of defence . Cal. Now , now the Satyr comes , let us prepare ! Ny . Guarded around with Spirits of the Air In shape of Nymphs . Cal. Let 's make a brave defence , Who knows what Charms may be in Innocence ? 'T was Virtue to the Gods their Godheads gave , Dare they , what made 'em impiously outbrave ? Ny . If that gave Godheads , we , who Virtue have , Are above Gods , and Jove is but our slave . Cal. Fear not , but valiantly our selves defend . Jun. See! See! I think for Battel they intend . Dia. Amazement ! let us their intention know . Princess , what mean you by that bended Bow ? Cal. Tyrant ! I mean to guard my self from you . Dia. Do you not know me ? Cal. Yes , and hate you too . And will my Honour to the death defend . Jun. This is your Royal Virgin. Pse . This your Friend . Jun. She knows her guilt too publick to be hid , So does to Honour bold defiance bid . Dia. Why sacred Honour do you dare to name ? Is Honour , since we parted , turn'd to shame ? And Vice grown Virtue ? Riddles you express . Cal. That Virtue is a Vice which you profess . Ny . Practise no more on us that stale deceit ! You wear that shape of Chastity to cheat . Dia. The wonder almost stupifies my Sence ; Run Nymphs , and bring 'em here by violence . Cal. Stand off you shapes , and do not venture near . Ny . Go play your Masquerading tricks elsewhere . Cal. Stand off , I say , if further you proceed , If shapes have any blood , I 'll make you bleed . Dia. See! to the height they Insolence pursue . Now to all honour and esteem for you , And everlasting farewell ; now I 'll know , If against me you dare to bend your Bow. Ny . We dare , and will. � Cal. And could we make you fly From your strong Guard of Immortality , Let Heaven and Nature of themselves take care , Or stand , or fall , to kill you we would dare . [ Both strike Diana with their Darts . Dia. I 'm wounded ! Jun. They to Violence proceed , And have presum'd to make a Goddess bleed . I Immortal blood runs trickling from her veins . Pse . Oh! the infernal deed ! fetch Engines , Chains ! � Jun. They shall this instant at my Altars dye , I will revenge my injur'd dignity . Not Jove himself shall his lov'd Mistriss save . Pse . And I the honour of the Priesthood crave . Jun. 'T is thine the glory to thy zeal is due . Pse . Now all my malice is devotion too . Cal. Like one from strong infernal Chains unbound , Whose Soul is after long distractions found , To Sense and Reason , I begin to wake , And doubt and tremble at my sad mistake . Is it our Goddess ? are you Nymphs indeed ? For Heav'n , for goodness sake , reply with speed . Yet if you do , delusions still I fear , Who will secure me it is you I hear ? I dare not trust my cheated ears or sight . Dia. Ah! Princess ! do you thus my Love requite ? Do I displease you then in being too kind ? And is this wound a punishment design'd ? Cal. Am I betray'd into so black a guilt ? Is it your sacred blood which I have spilt ? Oh! Look not on me with that wounding Eye , Speak not , unless to sentence me to dye . No other word but death I can endure , My impious hands from farther ill secure . Kill me , if you design Revenge to gain , Ere I grow mad , and have no sense of pain . Ny . My Goddess cannot save me if she wou'd , For I am fainting in her loss of blood ; If to her self she does Revenge deny , I of her bleeding wound alone shall dye . Pse . Now they begin again their Syrens Song , The Tunes which charm'd my Goddess Soul so long . Jun. Hope they to be forgiven Crimes like these ? Abuse at once two mighty Goddesses ? The spotless blood of chaste Diana shed ? And yet more horrid , durst invade my Bed ? Cal. Believe it , I will scorn to make defence , Nor to beg Life , pretend to Innocence . Pse . The reason for it , is , but too well known ! In spite of you , you are ingenious grown . This injur'd Queen , my Goddess here and I May thank your guilt for so much modesty . Cal. Your Office , Nymph , I do not understand , Who to implead us gave you the command ? From whom do you derive a place so high ? Ny . I shall inform you , 't is from Mercury . Her Charms that God her humble Vassal make ; He would not be a God but for her sake . And she that she may kind , and grateful prove , Revolts from Chastity , and sides with Love. Nature has to th' amphibious Creature lent An art to live in either Element . Pse . Malicious ! Will you wipe your stains on me ? And soyle my Honour with your Mercury ? Though could I bow to Love my Noble Sence , Love then would be a thing of Excellence . My Nature is so Godlike and Sublime , That nothing I can do can be a Crime . Ny . My Mercury ? Pse . Yes yours , who should he be ? He durst not have presum'd to think on me . Ny . Did I not find him with you making Love ? Pse . Did I not leave you with him in the Grove ? Ny . You did , but do you not the Reason know ? Pse . Must I a Reason for your Vices shew ? Ny . Oh! Gods ! Are there such things , as wrong , or right ? As Truth , and Falshood ? And is Seeing , Sight ? If Truth be true , and Seeing be to see , You love , and are belov'd of Mercury ? Pse . Which way can I such confidence confute ? But yonder 's one will finish our dispute . Dia. See , Mercury indeed in yonder Grove ! Jun. Listen , he gently calls . Mer. within . ] Nyphe , my Love. Steal to me , I will help thee safe away . Ny . Steal to thee ? who art thou ? Mer. within . Haste , haste away . Ny . Villain , Impostor , Had I but a dart , I 'd steal to thee , and fix it in thy heart . Pse . Now Truth is true , I hope , and Seeing sight , Now pray inform us , who is in the right ? Ny . I am , and this some wicked Plot must be Invented by thy lying God , and thee . Jun. Astonishment ! So soon to Vice begin ? Your youth an early riser is in sin . Love is in so much haste he cannot stay , But must set with you ere break of day . Pse . Now where 's your Chymistry ? your beaten Gold ? Your spiritual flesh and blood ? A finer mold [ To Dia. Than Souls are made of ? All 's a Cobweb Cell , Where her black Soul does like a Spider dwell . Dia. Embitter not thy words with Gall like this ! Treacherous Love has rob'd my Paradise , And pluckt the fairest Fruit that there did grow ; The Gods in vain , plant Virtue here below . It ripens not by any Sun or Time , This World for Virtue is too cold a Clime . Jun. Her thoughts , still for her Favourites , partial stay ; Virtue can sooner faulty be than they . You may forgive the blood of yours they shed , But she shall dye for injuring my Bed. Cal. Yes , let me dye ! I many deaths would bear , Rather than once these foul Reproaches hear . Ny . Death on a Rack would be a greater bliss , Than Life in such a lying World as this . Cal. Chaste Goddess , my Petition is to dye , Hearken no longer to your Clemency ; Death for your sacred blood alone is due , Let me not live to wound your Honour too . I can a Plea produce yet ( if I please ) Not only all my clamorous Enemies Could vanquish , quite , but silence , if I wou'd , The loudest cryes of your immortal blood . Not only quell my Foes injurious hate , But make your blood become my Advocate . That very dart ( would I the truth reveal ) Which wounded you , my bleeding Fame would heal . But that would too much love for life display ; And I so hate the evils of this day , My self I out of Fortunes way would hide ! My Innocence will for it self provide . If that shines by me in my shady Tomb , I shall sleep sweetly in that mournful Room , And dream not of the Worlds censorious doom . Dia. Unhappy Princesses , your Fate 's severe ! Your Prayers I most unwillingly must hear , Your Cause I cannot with my Honour own ; A torrent of misfortunes bear you down . In spite of all my kindness you must dye ; Nay , I must banish too your memory . What Plea you have your Innocence to clear , I cannot guess ; but I have cause to fear None , that can all these Witnesses oppose : At least , subdue the malice of your Foes . If you shall suffer an injurious doom , Oh! may your Honour blossom from your Tomb ! I 'll build my Arbor there , and every hour Come and bedew with tears the sacred Flower . If you be faulty , and disgrace your due Eternal shades conceal your names and you . [ Diana goes off weeping , Nymphs Guard of Calisto and Nyphe . Jun. See! in deep sorrow she is parted hence ! Her love to Virtue is but a pretence � She is unchaste her self . Pse . Is that unknown ? Have you not heard of her Endimion ? Nor of her young Hippolitus that fled From every Nymph , in private to her Bed ? She to the World has been a long mistake ! Pretends to Chastity for pleasures sake . For secret Love does in the Forests dwell ! They understand each others meaning well . Jun. She shall disgrace our dignity no more , I will depose her from her heavenly Power . And crown thee in her stead a Power divine ! I will ! � the Empire of these Woods is thine . Mean while I to my first Revenge will flie , Thy Foes and mine shall at my Altars dye . � Ex. Pse . Oh! how I am transported with success ! Courted and sought by Fame and Happiness ! [ Enter Mercury . But how malicious does my Fortune prove ? Now he comes here to pester me with Love. Mer. My fairest Queen ! Pse . Thou troublest me , be gone ! Mer. What change is this ? Pse . I 'm busied in fruition Of a new Love. Mer. Do you say this , to try If with despair I at your feet will dye ? Name him . Pse . My self . Mer. Oh! Now farewell despair , I hope in that fruition I shall share . Pse . I must feign Love , that I may freedom gain . [ Aside . Another time you shall . Mer. Oh! where , and when ? Pse . Perhaps this Evening . Mer. Where ? Pse . In yonder Grove . Mer. Will you not fail me ? Pse . Ask a Maid in Love , If she will fail to meet with her delight ? Mer. With expectations of this pleasant Night , Till it arrives , my thoughts I will employ . � [ Ex. Pse . Do ! Expectation's all you shall enjoy . If in the Grove he tarries till he sees Me there , he shall stay longer than the Trees . � [ Ex. Enter Daphne and Sylvia . Daph. Oh! whither are our poor despairing Shepherds gone ? I fear I have my Strephon slain , Sylv. And I my Corydon . Daph. Oh my sorrow ! Oh my pain ! Could I my Strephon find : Could I my dearest Strephon find , I 'd never be unkind . I 'd never be unkind to him again . Sylv. And I , my Love would passionately own , Could I find my Corydon . Daph. Do I Dream ? Do I Rave ? Look towards yonder Cave . Sylv. Our Shepherds come from yonder Cave . Sylv. Daph. Our Shepherds come from yonder Cave . Sylv. From empty Pride I 'll be free , It shall bring no more mischief upon me , Since I Love as well as he , I 'll not hazard my joy , In being foolishly coy , It had like to have undone me . Daphne and Sylvia go and meet Strephon and Corydon : each brings in her Shepherd . Daph. Dear Strephon , give despairing o'res , Vnkindnesses are gone , I never will be cruel to thee more . Sylv. Nor I to Corydon . Cory . O what kind God does Sylvia's hate remove ? Str. And made at length my Daphne grateful prove ? Sylv. The God of Love. Daph. The God of Love. Sylv. Daph. The gentle God of Love. Cory . Oh happy Tydings ! Str. Blessed hour ! Ever kind and gentle Pow'r . Cor. Even kind and gentle Pow'r . Enter Chorus of Shepherds , follow'd by Bacchusses . Chor. Joy Shepherds Joy ! Diana's disgrac'd , Love has had to day Revenge on the Chaste . The Bacchusses here our mirth to improve , Come hither to follow the Triumphs of Love. No mirth without Bacchus , nor joy without Love. An Entry of Bacchusses . After the Dance . Cor. Since all our Grief thus joyfully ends , Let each Shepherdess make her Shepherd amends , To the Temple let 's go , And then we will show , What every Lover , by Loving intends . Exeunt omnes .
ACT. V. Enter Mercury . Mer. THE time is past , whil'st vainly round I pace , As yet encountring nothing in this place , But the long Evening shadows of the Grove ; And shadows are but slender food to Love. Not it is substance ! substance ! must delight Loves wholsom frame and eager appetite . Malicious Fortune , must this stay contrive Some sudden ill to Psecas must arrive . Nothing that 's common could my Nymph retain , For when Nymphs love , they fonder grow than Men. Their melting hearts in kindness does excell ; And I am sure my Psecas loves so well , That were she dead , her spirit would appear , And leave th' Elizian joyes to meet me here . Well , patience ! patience ! time rides proudly by ! And looks upon me with a scornful eye ; But I , in spite of all his swift Career , Will overtake him , when my joyes appear . Enter Psecas . Pse . The mighty Victims ready to be slain ! Heavens Queen a Vassal to my merits grown . Diana now no more my Soveraign ; The shady Empire of these Woods my own ? Th' impoverisht Stars have nothing to bestow , But what for my acceptance is too low . My next affair is quickly to Casheer My loving patient Slave that waits me here . Mer. My Nymph appear ? oh ! now my Planets smile ! What has detain'd thee from me all this while ? ��� have been wandring here in grief and fear . Pse . Who bid you do 't ? Could you expect me here ? Mer. Can the kind Vows my Queen was pleas'd to make Her just and noble Thoughts so soon forsake ? Pse . Do I such trifling Contemplations use ? Will I my Memory with you abuse ? Mer. Though I deserve not such a glorious place , My Goddess will not from her Mem'ry chace The noble Creatures which she being gave , I mean , the promises she made her slave . Pse . Well , if I did , I 'll break 'em if I please ! � Am I oblig'd to keep my promises ? Mer. Nothing can sov'reign Power oblige , 't is true , But it s own will , that sov'reign Power have you ; But yet there is one mighty thing above � Even your own pow'rful Self , and that is Love. Pse . Can any one such Insolence endure ? Love above me ? You would affront me sure . Who should , or can I Love ? Where is there ought , ( Except my Self ? ) � that 's worthy of my Thought ? Mer. True ! But since Love to me you did express , Your Love confers on me some worthiness . Pse . My Love ? Why can you think 't was Love I meant ? Dare you to hope it be so insolent ? Mer. Why ? � should I rudely think you speak untrue ? Pse . Am I oblig'd to speak my Thoughts to you ? Mer. Do you not Love then ? Pse . Dare you hope I do ? Mer. Are you in earnest ? Pse . What should I intend ? Should I with my own Slaves to Mirth descend ? Mer. And am I fool'd then ? Pse . Well! What if you be ? Is 't a dishonour to be fool'd by me ? Mer. And will you all my service thus requite ? Pse . Challenge Reward , as if it was your right ? Mer. Your service then is with it self re-paid � Pse . Supposing not ? What service did you do ? Invent a Falshood ? Shame a harmless Maid ? Well! when you please , I 'll lye as much for you . Mer. Exceeding well ! � Did I then toyle and sweat , At last , this Mockery to get ? None serve you for your Fools but heav'nly Powers � Pse . Mortals are yours , you may sometimes be ours . Mer. What ? then I must to your Contempt submit ? Pse . I cannot help another's want of Wit. Mer. You do continue in your boldness still ? Pse . 'T is you are bold , who dare dispute my Will ? Mer. Thou empty foolish Female , who to please Thy sickly Longings , with the fond delight Of thy vain Sex , or rather their disease Of Pride , resists thy nobler appetite . Though now when thou so coy pretend'st to be , thou 'dst give an Empire I would ravish thee . But I 'll not stoop to gratifie thee so ; That joy some bestial Satyr shall bestow ! � Ho! there ! � Pse . A Rape ! here ! Mer. Call out if you dare , I 'll all your Lyes and Villanies declare . Pse . Rape ! Rape ! here ! Enter Juno , Diana , Nymphs . So ! 't is well you do appear ! Virtue has excellent protection here . Much safety your good Government affords , The spreading Trees are not so full of Birds , The Caves of Beasts , as all the Woods around , Of wanton Gods who ev'ry where abound , Waiting to make our Chastities a prey , And Gins and Toyles do for our Honours lay . On our occasions we can no where move , But strait we fall into some Trap of Love. Dia. Dare you affirm it is a Fault of mine ? Can I the Gods to their abodes confine ? If they be weary of their heavenly bliss , Must I be guilty ? � Pse . You are too remiss . And both our Honours and your own neglect . Dia. You are too bold , and full of disrespect . Pse . Wherein do I that confidence express ? Is hate to Love and Vice grown sauciness ? Your pardon for my dullness I implore , I never knew they were your Friends before . It seems your meaning we must backward read � And we a Key to all your Cyphers need . By Chastity , you zealous Love intend ; By Hate and Coyness , Kindness to a Friend . Your nimble Wits have found it out ; � but I , Dull Fool , am hardned in my Chastity . You should have plainly told me what you meant , Before your wanton Gods to me you sent . For I affront 'em all , and spoil the sport , And quite disorder your mysterious Court. � Dia. Immortal Gods ! was e'r Celestial Power In her own presence so blasphem'd before ? What ? I am turn'd a Venus , and my Groves , Private Retreats , and Nursery's of Loves . Hence from my sight , and in the Forest howl , In some Beasts shape , deformed as thy Soul. Jun. Stay Nymph , and flie to me , I 'll have it known , Here is a Power superior to her own . Dia. What in my Forrests here have you to do ? I in my Empire am supreme to you . Go exercise your Goddesship above , There you may share authority with Jove . Jun. Your Nymphs diminish there my Royal due , And I will have Reprisals here on you . Pse . Her Love to Virtue now I hope is shewn , And how much wrong I have her Honour done . She has but one chaste Nymph in all her Train , And she enjoys no rest till that is slain . Mer. Boldness above belief ! � I 've watcht an hour From all these cloudy Mists to set you free , And disintangle the whole mystery , And never yet could get it in my power . I will no longer bear the pangs and throws , I now will speak , and none shall interpose . She then who dares your anger so outbrave , Is my sworn Female , my devoted Slave ! Bought to my pleasure at no dearer Rates , Than ruining the Nymphs she so much hates . I help to gain her her malicious ends , And for that hire my pleasure she attends . Pse . Oh! hellish falshood ! � Dia. I believe it true ! � Jun. I think it false . Pse . Th' opinion is my due ! � I scorn to fear he can my Fame remove . Mer. That let th' event of my Relation prove . I shall bring proofs will make your courage fall . Pse . I 'll hear no more . Dia. But I will hear it all . Can you the honour of my Nymphs restore ? And are they innocent ? Mer. They are ; and more , Calisto's Virtue is above Divine , And Nyphe at the least a Heroine . Pse . How he exalts the praises of his Love ? Jun. And flatters servilely the vice of Jove . Pse . In your own presence dares your Rival praise . Jun. To affront me , he does her Honour raise . Pse . He is no doubt the cause of your disgrace , And first allur'd your Jove to her embrace . Mer. What horrid Monster art thou ? of what kind ? How fortified in body or in mind ? Under what species does thy Nature fall ? Or humane ? hellish ? or Divine ? or all ? So many Gods thou dar'st deride , defie ? To conquer thee , will be a Victory Great as the Sun 's o're Python , nay above That over all the Titans gain'd by Jove . But with the force of Truth I 'll make thee bow , And yet will batter down that brazen Brow. Dia. Melt it with shame ! � For though she virtuous be , Malice so great dishonours Chastity . They should not dwell together in one Breast , It is a Serpent in a Phoenix's Neast . Say then , why call'd you Nyphe in the Grove ? Mer. Vile Psecas her dishonour to remove , And fasten it on Nyphes spotless youth . Dia. That was not wise , it would not look like truth , To clear your stains with Innocence so pure . Mer. Neatness alone some Maladies does cure . Contagions soonest taint the finest blood , Unwholsom Rooms they love to change for good . But us on all these pikes her Virtue drove , She chanc't to make discovery of our Love , And rather chose a thousand deaths to dye , Than hide a crime of the least infamy . Pse . Where lodges truth , if Gods such Lyars be ? He knows all this is only true of me � Cause by my zeal his Nymph is doom'd to dye , He sought Revenge here on my Chastity , And now with falshoods does my Fame pursue . Mer. Against such confidence what can I do ? Pse . What ? but your self a foul Defamer own . Dia. Despise her boldness , and the truth make known . Jun. I am confirm'd that Psecas suffers wrong . Pse . If e'r did Nymph from a defaming Tongue . Dia. With sacred Truth he does her Honour blast , Why should I judge a mind so vicious , chaste ? Jun. Nor Chastity , nor any thing that 's good , Can lodge in one that shares Calisto's blood . Pse . My Vice , ( I fear ) to your disgrace will prove , Too much severity to Vice , and Love. Dia. Hermes ! Release me from this Viper here ! � Who in my sacred Honour , does not fear To fix her Teeth , and Venom to distill � On that , which is an antidote to ill . Make but Calisto's Fame , as Nyphe's clear , And this bold Nymph a punishment severe , For all her Blasphemies shall quickly bear . Pse . When he clears her , then you do what you dare , Mer. Her divine Virtues , and unspotted Fame , Incense and Victims only should proclaim . All wordish praise she is so much above , That Eloquence would Prophanation prove . Pse . Oh! how the Woods must with her praises ring ? Such were the words entic't her to his King. Dia. Praise on � and Pseeas's Reproaches slight , Torment her envious Nature to the height . And did Calisto triumph over Jove ? Mer. O'r him , o'r Pleasure , Empire , Glory , Love. Despairing to subdue by open storm , He first stole to her in your beautious form , Hoping by ambush his design to gain ; And finding that fair stratagem in vain , Himself and all his glory he display'd ; Himself his Heaven at her feet he laid , He su'd , commanded , threatned , and implor'd , Nay , wept , bow'd , kneel'd , and at her feet ador'd ; But could not or by promise , force , or guile , Entice , compel , or cheat her to a smile . Her Fort of Chastity to buy , to break , Heaven was too poor , Omnipotence too weak . Pse . This to torment you sure is some design . Jun. It tears my ears . Dia. 'T is harmony to mine . The brave Calisto's praise still boldly tell ! My Pleasure is their Rack , my Heav'n their Hell. Jun. Fond Goddess , who triumphest in thy shame , Preferring thy vain Fancy to thy Fame ; Contending in thy Favourites defence , Against thy Honour , Reason , and thy Sence . If all I can affirm no Faith can gain , Believe thy wound , and listen to thy pain . Hark how thy blood thy Favourite commends ! Mer. That very blood will prove her best of Friends . And only be ( when you the reason know ) To your malicious hopes a mortal blow , Jove in your shape deep on her Soul imprest , And strongly with the horror still possest . The sight of you new terrors did awake , She did your person for your shape mistake . And that deceiv'd her to a Crime so brave , She aim'd at Jupiter the blow she gave ; You of his sufferings alone complain , You have the wound , but Jupiter the pain � A Crime will to her endless Fame redound . Dia. Gods ! then I must reward her for my wound . Mer. You ought ! � but how ? � the Virtue she has shown , Not all the Lawrels in your Woods can crown . Dia. Happy the moment when my blood was spilt ! I 'll now have Altars to my Victims built . Their glory shall exceed their past disgrace ! Bring 'em in triumph here to my embrace . [ Ex. Nymphs . Pse . Oh! Gods ! this impious sentence who can bear ? This is a plot betwixt these Gods and her , Wholly to ruine Virtue by degrees , That they may love and revel as they please . Nay , glory in it too , and make it prove A Virtue worthy high rewards to Love. And shortly all will Chastity disclaim , And to be virtuous , will be thought a shame . Dia. Oh! most provoking ! � Mer. Her reproach disdain , Her sland'rous tongue shall quickly end its Reign . I 'll fetch a sov'reign Judge shall quell her pride , And this debate impartially decide . [ Ex. Jun. She names but half your villanous design , You plot my glory too to undermine . Ungrateful Jove , now weary of me grown , Will place my Rival in my Bed and Throne , And it is plotted here among you all ! And my severe Revenge on thee shall fall . [ To Dia. I 'll kill thy Nymphs , thy Reputation blast , Throw down thy Temples , lay thy Forest waste . Thy self from Cave to Cave with Tempests chace , And in the savage Beasts an instinct place ; To tell 'em who their Murderess us'd to be , And make 'em for Revenge go hunt out thee . Dia. Oh! foolish Rage ! which will no Reason hear ! Your Fury against me I scorn to fear . Alas ! your anger at your equal flies ; But yet , perhaps , you may my Nymphs surprize . I to their Innocence the more incline , Your Honour to respect as well as mine . But since you fight your own disgrace to prove ; I 'll both defend 'em against you and Jove . [ Enter Calisto , Nyphe vailed , brought in by Nymphs . Come Princesses ! this posture is not due ! Truth has unvail'd it self , and so may you . Your Beauties are not brighter than your Fame , Falshood and Malice you have put to shame . For the Rewards of Virtue now prepare , And scorn the utmost which your Foes can dare . Cal. Oh! What kind Power has the Truth reveal'd ? Dia. One that has all our wounds entirely heal'd . Cal. And your wound too ! For unless that be whole , My Honour may be well , but not my Soul. Dia. So well , that I am better than before ! My courage greater , and my pleasure more ! If I have any pain , 't is that which flows From the excess of joy , your Fame bestows : The mark of which , upon my arm I bear ; The onely Jewel , I am proud to wear . Ny . Oh! Glorious News ! Who proves the Lyar now ? [ To Pse . Great Goddess some Revenge to us allow . [ To Dia. The impious Author there of all this Evil , Let 's offer up a Victim to the Devil : But she in mischief does so much excell , Pluto , in fear , will keep her out of Hell. She 'll be a greater Plague than any there ; Furies themselves will be afraid of her . Pse . Did ever Falshood Virtue so outbrave ? Great Goddess , on my knees , Revenge I crave . [ To Juno . Jun. You fierce , tempestuous Spirits of the Air , Who late confin'd me , to my aid repair . [ Enter Spirits , the Nymphs stand on their Guard. The favour which you forfeited regain ; The Honour of your injur'd Queen maintain : These bold Rebellious Nymphs in pieces tear , And throw their Limbs in Whirlwinds round the Air. Dia. Approach who dares ! nay , for permission pray To blow out of my Woods one Leaf away . Ny . Oh! Goddess ! let 'em come ! for I 'm in pain Till one of 'em at least by me is slain . As they are ready to Encounter , Enter Jupiter and Mercury . Jup. Must I my Heav'n eternally forsake , To quiet the disorders which you make ? [ To Jun. Jun. Return'd again ? � Oh! most tormenting sight ! There , I resign to you , your sole delight . Make her your Goddess in the room of me , I 'll bear no more the Royal mockery , Nor be a Statue to adorn your Throne . Jup. And are you weary then of Empire grown ? Jun. I am , and of my life ! � And to be free , Desire no blessing like Mortality ; That my own hand might pour out with my blood , My sorrows and my life ! � Jup. I wish you cou'd ! � That both of us and all the World some ease Might find of your eternal Jealousies . Jun. Who is in fault ? Jup. Your folly is the cause , For I will not be limited by Laws ; You but in part my kindness can enjoy , My Ocean must a thousand Springs supply . Once more I own this Royal Maid , I strove To tempt by all the arts of Threats , or Love ; But ' gainst her Virtue did no more prevail , Than the old Gyants when they Heav'n did scale . They pil'd up hills on hills my Throne to seize , I Mountains heapt of golden promises ; But found her Virtue from my reach as far As from my Palace all their Mountains were . Like those fond Fools when I was most sublime , I did but in the reach of Thunder climb . Her Soul shot down such Lightning from her Eyes , Instead of spoiling , I ador'd my prize . Once more embrace her then , and after this The least injurious thought of her dismiss ; [ Juno embraces Calisto . And Mercury the wrong which you have done That fair young Nymph with low submissions own . And to whatever suff'rings she thinks fit To sentence you , with Penitence submit . Mer. I gladly to her fair Tribunal come , [ Kneels to Nyphe . And humbly on my knees attend her doom . Ny . I recompence enough from this receive , Revenge and Malice to your Nymph I leave . [ To Mer. Jup. And those good Virtues , which her gentle Mind So much adorn , she shall rewarded find . Now you , who with such zeal the ruine sought [ To Pse . Of these fair Nymphs , shall to your doom be brought . I hope my words they credit may afford , And all for truth acknowledge ! � Pse . Not a word . Jup. Oh! Insolence ! Charge me with Falshood too ? Pse . Falshood , I hope , is false , though spoke by you . Power gives not language the more truth or sence . Jup. Astonishing ! drag her to Torments hence . Cal. Spare her , for I my Honour scorn to owe To her Acknowledgments . Ny . No , let her go . For she has done , and let her suffer ill . Pse . Now I will stay to contradict your will. The Fondlings dandled upon Fortunes Knee Nere sav'd , ( 't is true ! ) from my conspiracy . But to no merit have the least pretence , Excepting pure insipid Innocence . Dia. Your judgment ( if you please , great Psecas ! ) spare ; We ( with your leave ) of that sole Judges are . Oblige us now your Reason to relate , Why you pursu'd the Nymphs with so much hate . Pse . My hatred stoop to have concern for them ? You much mistake , the Error I contemn . Seeing what fondnesses abus'd your mind , Having some kindness for you , I design'd To disabuse you , set your judgment right , And honour you with being your Favourite . But since you from your own good Fortune go , And have not Wit enough desert to know , I throw you wholly out of my esteem , And no submission shall the loss redeem , Though in deep sorrow at my feet you fall ; For now I scorn you , nay , I scorn you all . Gods , Goddesses , and Nymphs , away I 'll flie , And keep no more such trifling company . I 'll hunt alone , and in my self delight , And be my own most dear-lov'd Favourite . Dia. She is grown frantick ! [ Psecas offers to go , is staid by Juno . Jun. Rather she is brave . Stay gen'rous Psecas , I thy friendship crave , Bury not all thy worth in a Retreat ; Give me thy Love , and I will make thee great . Jup. A most harmonious friendship this must prove ! The Fates design'd 'em for each others Love. For none love them , and they have love for none ; Their kindness centers on themselves alone . And they are so exactly of a make , Each may the other for her self mistake . Now must the last and heaviest sentence fall Upon my self the greatest Criminal . My wretched self ( as to my Crimes is due ) I doom to part eternally from you . [ To Calisto . And to the pain of heav'nly joy to go ; But yet I must not leave you here below . In pity to the World , I must remove Those fatal eyes , out of the reach of Love. Love must not here those killing darts retain , To wound and torture Gods , and murder Men. And yet to place you in my Heav'n , would be Not your Reward , but my Felicity . Some middle Region I must prepare , Where all may with some ease your Beauty bear . I then entreat , you will ( to end this War ! ) Accept the small dominion of a Star. There you and beautious Nyphe may dispence With cooler beams your light and influence . On the great Ceremony Hermes wait , Let all the Gods give their appearance strait . These Virgins Consecration nought debars , I 'll in a full Assembly crown 'em Stars . [ Ex. Enter Strephon , Corydon , Daphne , Sylvia , Chorus of Shepherds , as from the Temple . Cho. Happy Lovers ! happy Live , And all the Gods their blessings give . Cor. Lead along , and with Delight , Let us hasten on the Night . Enter two African Women . Stre. What Vision 's this is come to greet us ? Cory . See! the Night is come to meet us . 1 Afr. Stay gentle Swains be not afraid , To see our Faces hid in shade . We , but lately , were as fair , As your Shepherdesses are . Did not a frantick Youth of late , O'reset the Chariot of the Sun ? Cory . He did , and his deserved Fate He met when he had done . 2 Afr. It is he that hath undone us : He powr'd whole streams Of melting beams , Red , and glowing hot upon us . And now we range the World around , To see if our lost Beauty can be found . Enter a third African Woman . 3 Afr. Rejoyce , Rejoyce : our Beauty 's found , Our lovely White and Red , To two chaste Nymphs of Cynthia's Train is fled , And they must Stars be crown'd : And now instead of what we sought , Our Black with us must fair be thought . All three . This happy Fate , who could Divine ? Our Beauty then in Heav'n must shine . 1 Afr. No Losers we shall prove , By parting with our Red and White ; If black will serve the turn of Love ; For Beauty 's made for Loves delight . 3 Afr. See! See! the Nymphs are coming here . Sylv. But Oh! what glorious Apparition's near ? The Clouds amazing Glories gild : All the Clouds with Gods are fill'd . And all the Gods appear . Calisto and Nyphe enter under a Conopy , supported by Africans ; immediately upon their entrance , a Heav'n is discover'd , fill'd with Gods and Goddesses . The whole concludes with an Entry of Africans ; and this Song . Daph. Must these be Stars ? And to Heaven remove , Before they have tasted the pleasures of Love. That the Gods so ill , such Beauty should use ! What mighty Cost must Nature lose ? Syl. I cannot so much Beauty show , But what I have , I 'll better bestow . Not upon Gods , or Glories above , Or empty Renown , but Pleasure and Love. All pleasure but love , from our hearts we 'l be chasing , We 'l kindle our selves into Stars with embracing : We 'l every moment our pleasures renew , Our Loves shall be flaming , and lasting and true .
The Epilogue spoken by Jupiter , who descended out of the Heaven , and addressed himself to Calisto and Nyphe . THE Stars for your Reception now prepare , And the ambitious Heav'ns expect you there ; But I will spoil their hopes , and break my vow , For I 've consider'd there are Stars enow : And this inferiour World can scarce dispence With the entire loss of so much Excellence . With each of you I can oblige a Throne , I 'll keep you then to grace some Fav'rite Crown . On that design you here shall still remain , [ Turning to the Company . And I 'll dissolve into a Nymph again . Which will no less this fair Assembly please ; For Nymphs , in Courts , have sway like Deities . You Wits who think you Gallantry display , To laugh at ev'ry thing a God can say , Will in good manners to a Nymph submit , And own whatever Beauty speaks for Wit. Perhaps the power of Beauty to express , We choose our Language careless as our Dress . None should come hither to attend , but gaze ; Here Beauties charms not Wits you ought to praise . And 't is your safest course , judge you of Show , Fine Cloaths , and Faces , Tunes , and Dances too ; For those are things which you may chance to know . There is no doubt but you have ears and eyes , Your understanding most in question lies . But what do I here trifling thus with these ? There are the Powers to whom we sacrifice , [ To the King and Queen . In whose great Presence I may well allow To lay aside my useless Godhead now . You , Sir , such blessings to the World dispence , We scarce perceive the use of Providence . And since Your Rule such joy to all procures , All should contribute what they can to Yours , Wit by Your Smiles a Lustre do's maintain , And Beauty keeps a long and happy Raign . Your Right in them is therefore so entire , They , above all , Your Pleasure should conspire . FINIS .
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Notes for div A35271-e580 * London , anciently so called .