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yl. Unlike these flowers be thy fair truth;
AIR. -Cymon. ymon.
Unlike these flowers be thine.
What erquisite pleasure !
This sweet treasure,
From me they shall never
In thee, in thee, But truth, unchang’d, shall bloom for ever here.
My charmer I see ; [Each pressing their hearts.-Ereunt.
rul sigh, and caress thee,
I'U kiss thee, and press thee,
Thus, thus, to my bosom for ever and ever.
(URGANDA and Fatima come forward. CYMON Enter URGANDA.
puts the nosegay in his bosom, and looks conUrg. With what anxiety I watch his return! And fused and astonished. how mean is that anxiety for an object so insensi- Urg. Pray, what is that you would kiss and press ble! Oh, love! is it not enough to make thy vota- to your bosom for ever and ever ? [Smiles. ries despicable in others' eyes! Must we also de- Cymon. Nothing but-but-nothing. spise ourselves ?
Urg. What were you talking to ?
Cymon. Myself, to be sure; I had nothing else to
Urg. Yes, but you have, Cymon. There is somewhen that pinches him he'll return to be fed, like
Cymon. Yes, so there is. other animals,
(Smiles. Cry. Indeed, Fatima, his insensibility and ingra
Urg. What is it, Cymon ? titude astonish and distract me. Yet am I only a have it at last.
Fat. Now his modesty is giving way; we shall
[Aside. greater slave to my weakness, and more incapable
Cymon. Nothing but a nosegay. of relief. Fat. Why, then, I may as well hold my tongue;
l'rg. That which I gave you ? Let me see it. but before I would waste all the prime of my wo
Cymon. What, give a thing, and take it away manhood in playing such a losing game, I would again?
Ury. I would not take it away for the world. but I see you don't mind me, madam; and, therefore, I'll say no more. I know the consequence, worlds.
Cymon. Nor would I give it you for a hundred and must submit. Urg. What can I do in my situation ? But see
Fat. See it, by all means, madam. I have my
(Aside to URGANDA. where Cymon approaches ! he seems transported. Look, look, Fatima! he is kissing and embracing
Urg. I must see it, Cymon; and, therefore, no demy nosegay; it has had the desired effect, and I am lay: I will see it, or shut you up for ever. happy: we'll be invisible, that I may observe his
Cymon. What a stir is here about nothing! Now transports.
are you satisfied ? (Waves her wand, and retires with Fatima.
(Holds the nosegay at a distance. URGANDA and
Fatima look at one another with surprise.
Fat. I was right.
(Kisses it. Cymon. No; 'tis mine. Fat. What does he say?
(Apart. Crg. Who gave it you ? Urg. Hush, hush! all transport, and about me. Cymon. A person. What a change is this !
Apart. Urg. What person-male or female ? Cymon. With this I can want for nothing. I pos- Cymon. La! how can I tell ? sess everything with this. Oh! the dear, dear Fat. Finely improved, indeed! a genius! (Aside. nosegay! and the dear, dear giver of it!
Urg. I must dissemble. Aside. Lookye! CyUrg. The dear, dear giver Mind that, Fatima ! mon, I did but sport with you; the nosegay was What heavenly eloquence! Here's a change of heart your own, and you had a right to give it away, or and mind! Heigho!
(Apart. throw it away. Fat, I'm all amazement! in a dream! But is that Cymon. Indeed, but I did not, I only gave it for your nosegay?
(Apart. this; which, as it is so much finer and sweeter, I Urg. Mine! How can you doubt it? Apart. thought would not vex you. Fat. Nay, I'm near-sighted. (Apart. L'rg. Heigho!
(Aside. Cymon. She has not a beauty that is not brought Fat. Vex her! Oh! not in the least. But you to mind by these flowers. Oh!' I shall lose my wits should not have given away her present to a vulgar with pleasure !
creature. Fat. 'Tis pity to lose them the moment you have Cymon. How dare you talk to me so? I would found them.
(Apart. have you to know she is neither ugly nor vulgar. Urg. Oh! Fatima, I never was proud of my No, she is power till this transporting moment! (Apari. Fat. Oh! she ! your humble servant, young Sim
Cymon. Where shall I put it? Where shall I plicity! La! how can you tell whether it is male conceal it from everybody? I'll keep it in my bo- or female ?
[Cymon appears confused. som, next my heart, all the day; and at night, I Urg. Don't mind her impertinence, Cymon: I will put it upon my pillow, and talk to it, and sigh give you leave to follow your own inclinations. I'll to it, and swear to it, and sleep by it, and kiss it for have him watched; this office be your's, my faitheynt and eyer.
| Apart to Fatima.-Erit FATIMA,
Cymon. Then I am happy, indeed.
Linco. We shall return to you again-before you Urg. Cymon, I would that you could love with can get there. constancy like mine; but this you never can. Syl. You may trust us, mother: my own ins Cymon. Oh! yes, I can love. [Ereunt. cence, aud Linco's goodness, will be guard enougi
for me. SCENE III.-Dorcas's Cottage.
Dor. Eh! what?
Linco. She says you may trust me witá ber inesSYLV!A at the duur, with Cymon's nosegay in her
Dor. Well, well, I will then. Thou art a set Syl. The more I look upon this nosegay, the creature, and I love thee better than even I did ay more I feel Cymon in my heart and mind. Ever own child. (Kisses Sylvia.] When thou art fetched since I have seen him, I wander without knowing away by him that brought thee, 'twill be a woeful where, I speak without knowing to whom, and I day for me. Well, well, go thy ways with Linco. look without knowing at what. Now I dread to lose I dare trust thee anywhere. I'll prepare thy dinner him, and now again I think him mine for ever! at thy return; and bring my honest kinsman along AIR.-Sylvia.
Linco. We will be with you before you can make Oh! why shou.d we sorrow, who never knew sin ?
the pot boil. Let smiles of content shew our rapture within : Dor. Before what? This love has so rais'd me, I now tread in air! Linco. We will be with you before you can mais He's sure sent from heav'n to lighten my care ! the pot boil, Each shepherdess views me with scorn and disdain ; (Speaks very loud, and goes off with SILVA. Each shepherd pursues me, but all is in vain : Dor. Heaven shield thee, for the sweetest, best No more will I sorrow, no longer despair,
creature that ever blessed old age! What a comfort He's sure sent from heav'n to lighten my care ! she is to me! All I have to wish for in this world
[LINCO is seen listening. is to know who thou art, who brought thee to me, Enter Linco.
and then to see thee as happy as thou hast made poor
Dorcas. What can the governor want with ber? ! Linco. If you were as wicked, shepherdess, as you wish I had gone too. I'd have talked to him, and are innocent, that voice of your's would corrupt jus to the purpose. We had no such doings when I tice herself, unless she were deaf, as well as blind. Syl. I hope you did not overhear me, Linco?
was a young woman; they never made such a fass
with me. Linco. Oh! but I did though; and, notwithstanding I come as the deputy of a deputy-governor, to
AIR.-DORCAS. bring you before my principal, for some complaints
When I were young, thougk now P's old, made against you by a certain shepherdess, I will
The men were kind and true; stand your friend, though I lose my place for it: there are not many such friends, shepherdess.
But now they're grown up so false and tell
What can a woman do? Syl. What have I done to the shepherdesses, that
Now what can a soman do! they persecute me so ? Linco. You are much too handsome, which is a
For men are truly
So unruly, crime the best of 'em can't forgive you. Syl. I'll trust myself with you, and face my ene
I tremble at serenty-two! mies.
When I were fair, though now to 50, [ As they are going, Dorcas calls from the cottage. No hearts were given to rore;
Dor. Where are you going, child ? Who is that Our pulses beat nor fast nor slow, with you, Sylvia ?
But all was faith and love. Linco. Now shall we be stopped by this good old
Now what can a woman do? woman, who will know all, and can scarce hear any
For men are truly thing
I tremble at seventy-two.
SCENE IV.—The Magistrate's House (Speaks loud in her ear. Dor. Oh! is it you, honest Linco? (Takes his
Enter Dorus and DAPANE hand.) Well, what's to do now?
Dorus. This way, this way, damsel. Now we are Linco. The governor desires to speak with Sylvia; alone, I can hear your grievances; and will redress a friendly inquiry, that's all.
| Loud. them, that I will. You have my good liking, das Dor. For what? for what? Tell me that. I have sel, and favour follows of course, nothing to do with his desires, nor she neither. He Daph. I want words, your honour and working is grown very inquisitive of late about shepherdesses. to thank you fitly. Fine doings, indeed! No such doings when I was Dorus. Smile upon me, damsel ; smile and en young. If he wants to examine anybody, why don't mand me. Your hand is whiter than ever, 1 pp he examine me! I'll give him an answer, for him test. You must indulge me with a chaste salate. to be as inquisitive as he pleases.
Linco. But I am your kinsman, dame; and you Daph. La! your honour. dare trust me, sure. Speaks loud in her ear. Dorus. You have charmed me, damsel, and I cas
Dor. Thou art the best of "em, that I'll say for deny you nothing. Another chaste salute; *** thee ; but the best of you are bad when a young perfect cordial. | Kisses her hand.) Well, what shall woman is in the case. difficulties myself, I can assure you, in better times that has affronted thee? I'll send her where she
I have gone through great I do with this Sylvia, this stranger, this barre than these. Why must not I go too ?
shall never ves thee again an impudent wickat
Kisses her hand.) I'll send her packing this very has turned my anger, my justice, and my whole day; this hand, this lily hand, has signed her fate. scheme, topsy-turvy. (Aside.] Reach me a chair,
[Kisses it. Linco. Enter Linco.
Linco. One sweet song, Sylvia, before his rever.
ence gives sentence. (Reaches a chair for Dorus. Linco. No bribery and corruption, I beg of your
Dorus. You are too bold, Linco. Do your duty, From duty if the shepherd stray and know your distance. Where is this vagrant,
And leave his flocks to feed, this Sylvia ?
The wolf will seize the harmless prey, Linco. In the justice-chamber, waiting for your
And innocence will bleed.
[Kneeis. honour's commands.
Dorus. I'll guard thee, and fold thee too, my Dorus. Why did not you tell me so ?
Linco. I thought your honour better engaged, and lambkin; and they sha'n't hurt thee. This is a that it was too much for you to try two female causes melting ditty, indeed! Rise, rise, my Sylvia.
[Embraces her. at one time.
Dorus. You thought! I won't have you think, but Re-enter DAPHNE.-Dorus and Daphne start at obey. Deputies must not think for their superiors.
seeing each other. Linco. Must not they? What will become of our
Daph. Is your reverence taking leave of her bepoor country!
(Going.fore you drive her out of the country? Dorus. No more impertinence, but bring the cul. Dorus. How now! What presumption is this, to prit hither. Linco. In the twinkling of your honour's eye.
break in upon us so, and interrupt the course of
Daph. May I be permitted
Dorus. No, you may not be permitted. I'll come soon shall be changed into pleasures. Wait for me Daph. I knew the wheedling slut would spoil all. in the next room. Smile, damsel, smile upon me
(Aside, and erit. and edge the sword of justice.
Dorus. I'm glad she's gone. Linco, you must Re-enter Linco, with Sylvia.
send her away; I won't see her now.
Linco. And shall I take Sylvia to prison ? Daph. Here she comes. See how like an inno
Dorus. No, no, no; to prison! inercy forbid ! cent she looks—But I'll begone. I trust in your What a sin should I have committed to please that worship. I hate the sight of her; I could tear her envious, jealous-pated shepherdess! Linco, comfort eyes out.
(Aside, and exit. the damsel. Dry your eyes, Sylvia. I will call upon Dorus. (Gazes at Sylvia.] Hem, hem! I am told, you myself, and examine Dorcas myself, and proyoung woman--hem, hem! that-She does not look tect you myself, and do everything myself. I proso mischievous as I expected.
fess she has bewitched me-I am all agitation. Aside, and turning from her. (Aside.] I'll call upon you to-morrow, perhaps toLinco. Bear up, sweet shepherdess ! your beauty night, perhaps in half-an-hour. Take care of her, and innocence will put injustice out of countenance. Linco. She has bewitched me; and I shall lose
(Apart to Sylvia. my wits, if I look on her any longer. Oh! the Syl. The shame of being suspected confounds me, sweet, lovely, delightful creature! Aside, and erit. and I can't speak.
(Apart. Linco. Don't whimper now, iny sweet Sylvia. Dorus. Where is the old woman, Dorcas, they told Justice has taken up the sword and scales again, me of? Did not I order you to bring her before and your rivals shall cry their eyes out. The day's me ?
our own, so come along. Linco. The good old woman is so deaf, and your reverence a little thick of hearing, I thought the business would be sooner and better done by the young woman.
. Dorus. What, at your thinking again! Young shepherdess, I hear-I hear-hem! Her modesty pleases me. (Aside.) What is the reason, I say
SCENE I.- Another part of the country. hem! that-that I hear-She has very fine features.
Enter Fatima. I protest she disarms my anger.
(Aside, and turning from her. Fat. Truly, a very pretty mischievous errand I Linco. Now is your time; speak to his reverence. am sent upon. I am to follow this foolish young
Apart to Sylvia. fellow all about to find out his haunts : not so foolish Dorus. Don't whisper the prisoner.
neither, for he is so much improved of late, we Syl. Prisoner ! Am I a prisoner, then ? shrewdly suspect that he must have some female to
Dorus. No, not absolutely a prisoner; but you are sharpen his intellects; for love, among many other charged, damsel-hem, hem! charged, dainsel- strange things, can make fools of wits, and wits of don't know what to say to her.
(Aside. fools. I saw our young partridge run before me, Syl. With what, your honour?
and take cover hereabouts; I must make no noise, Linco. If he begins to damsel us, we have him for fear of alarming him; besides, I hate to disturb
(Aside. the poor things in pairing time. Syl. What is my crime ?
(Looks through the bushes. Linco. A little too handsome, that's all.
Enter Merlin, unperceived. Dorus. Hold your peace. Why don't you look up Mer. I shall spoil your peeping, thou evil counin my face, if you are innocent'? (Sylvia looks ai sellor of a faithless mistress. I must torment her a Dorus with great molesty.] I can't stand it; she little for her good.
Fai. There they are; our fool has made no bad Mer. Beware of encroaching a single mos choice. Upon my word, a very pretty couple, and lable upon my injunction; the moment as he will make my poor lady's heart ache.
word escapes you, you are dumb for ever. Mer. I shall iwinge your's a little before we part. Fat. Heaven preserve me! what will become a
[Aside. me ? Fat. Well said, Cymon! upon your knees to her! Mer. Remember what I say: as you obey et ne Now for my pocket-book, that I may exactly de- glect me, you will be punished or rewarded. For scribe this rival of ours; she is much too handsoine well. ( Bows.) Remember me, Fatima. to live long; she will be either burnt alive, thrown Fat. What a polite devil it is; and what a wos to wild beasts, or shut up in the black tower; the ful plight am I in this confining my tongue to to greatest mercy she can have will be to let her take words is much worse than being quite dumb; I her choice.
(Takes out a pocket-book. rather be stinted in anything than in my speecs Mer. May be so; but we will prevent the pro- Heigho! there never sure was a tax upon the tongue phecy if we can.
(Aside. I before. Fat. (Writes.] “ She is of a good height, about my size, a fine shape, delicate features, charming hair,
SCENE II. heavenly eyes, not unlike my own ; with such a sweet smile ! She must be burnt alive! yes, yes, she must
Enter Cymox. be burnt alive. (MERLIN taps her upon the shoulder Cymon. Shall I rejoice or grieve at the change with his wand.1 Who's there? Bless me! nobody. my heart feels ? thou hast given me eyes, ears, and I protest it startled me. I must finish my picture, understanding; and till they forsake me, I must be [Writes, and MERLIN waves his wand over her hand.) Sylvia's. Are the new pains, or the strange de Now let me see what I have written. Bless me, lights that agitate me, the greater? Oh! love, it is what's here? all the letters are as red as blood-mythy work. eyes fail me! sure I am bewitched. (Reads and
Enter SYLVIA. trembles. “ Urganda has a shameful passion for Cy. mon ; Cymon a most virtuous one for Sylvia : as for She is here; but pensive ! Oh! my Sylvia, why this Fatima, wild beasts, the black tower, and burning drooping mien? Has not Merlia discovered all that alive, are too good for her.” [Drops the book.) I have was unknown to us? Has he not promised us his not power to stir a step. I knew what would come protection? What can Sylvia want, when Cymon of affronting that devil, Merlin.
is completely blessed? (Merlin becomes visible to her. Syl. Thy wishes are fulfilled then ; take my hand, Mer. True, Fatima, and I am here at your call. and with it a heart which, till you had touched
Fat. Oh, most magnanimous Merlin! don't set never knew, nor could even imagine, what was love your wit to a poor, foolish, weak woman.
Cymon. Transporting maid! (Kisea her hand Mer. Why then will a foolish weak woman set her
AIR.-Sylvia. wit to me? but we will be better friends for the future. Mark me, Fatima- (Holds up his wand. This cold flinty heart it is you who have verd;
Fat. No conjuration, I beseech your worship, and you waken’d my passions, my senses have chara'd; you shall do anything with me.
In vain against merit and Cymon I atrore; Mer. I want nothing of you but to hold your What's life without passionneet passion of love! tongue. řat. Will nothing else content your fury?
The spring should be warm, the young season be gay, Mer. Silence, babbler!
Her birds and her flowrets make blithsome sweet Mary; Fat. [Finds great difficulty in speaking at first.} | What's life without passion-sweet passion of love?
Love blesses the cottage, and sings through the groue I am your own for ever, most mereiful Merlin ! am your own for ever. Oh! my poor tongue, I Cymon. Thus then I seize my treasure, will pro thought I never should have wagged thee again. tect it with my life, and will never resign it bet to What a dreadful thing it would be to be dumb. heaven, who gave it to me.
(Embraces der. Mer. You see it is not in the power of Urganda Enter Damon and DORILAs on one side, and Doncs to protect you, or to injure Cymon and Sylvia. I and his followers on the other, who start at sig will be their protector against all her arts, though CYMON and SYLVIA. she has leagued herself with the demons of revenge; Damon. Here they are ! we have no power but what results from our virtue. Syl. Ha! bless me!
[Starts. Fat. I had rather lose anything than my speech. Dorus. Fine doings, indeed!
Mer. As you profess yourself my friend (for, (Cymon and Sylvia stand amazed and asked with all my art, I cannot see into a woman's mind,) Doril. Your humble servant, modest sadar I will shew my gratitude, and my power, by giving Sylvia ! your tongue an additional accomplishment. Damon. You are much improved by your se Fat. What, shall I talk more than ever ?
tutor! Mer. (Smiles.] That would be no accomplishment, Dorus. But I'll send her and her tator sure Fatima: no, I mean that you should talk less. they shall learn better. I am confounded at their When you return to Urganda, she will be very in- assurance! Why don't you speak, culprits ? quisitive, and you very ready to tell her all you Cymon. We may be ashamed without gek: know,
ashamed for those who have watched aod surpassed Pat. And may I, without offence to your worship? us.
Mer. Silence, and mark me well-observe me Dorus. Did you ever hear or see such an ispe truly and punctually. Every answer you give to dent varlet? Urganda's questions must be confined to two words, yes and no. I have done you a great favour, and drag 'em to Urganda ?
Damon. Shall we seize them, your verskip, si you don't perceive it. Fat. Not very clearly indeca.
Dorus. Let me first speak with that damsel. (Aside. (As he approaches, CTMON proto ker behind
Cymon. That damsel is not to be spoken with. can it mean? I will not bear this trifling with my
Dorus. Here's impudence in perfection! Do you passion! Why don't you speak? (Fatima shake's know who I am, stripling?
her head.] Won't you sneak? Cymon. I know you to be one stationed by the Fat. Yes. laws to cherish innocence; but having passions that Urg. Go on then. disgrace both your age and place, you neither ob- Fat. No. serve the one, nor protect the other.
Urg. Will you say nothing but no ? Dorus. I am astonished! What, are you the fool- Fa!. Yes. ish young fellow I have heard so much of ?
Urg. Distracting, treacherous Fatima! Have you Cymon. As sure as you are the wicked old fellow seen my rival ? I have heard so much of.
Fat. Yes. Dorus. Seize them both this instant.
Urg. Thanks, dear Fatima! Well, now go on. Cymon. That is sooner said than done, governor. Fat. No. [As they approach on both sides to separate them, Urg. This is not to be borne. Was Cymon with
he snatches a staff from one of the Shepherds, her ?
(Sighs. Cymon. In this cause I am myself an army; see Urg. Where did you see my rival? (FATIMA how the wretches stare, and cannot stir.
shakes her head.] Are you afraid of anybody? AIR.-OYMON.
Urg. Are you not afraid of me too ?
Urg. Insolence ! Is my rival handsome ? Tell me
Urg. Very handsome ?
Fat. Yes, yes.
Urg. How handsome ? handsomer than I, or you ?
[Hesitating. To guard my precious all.
(Looks at Sylvia.
Urg. I shall go distracted! Leave me.
[Courtsies, and erit. Come on, come on, &c.
Urg. She has a spell upon her, or she could not [Cymon drives off the party of Shepherds on one do thus. Merlin's power has prevailed-he has en
side. Dorus and his party surround Sylvia. chanted her, and my love and my revenge are Dorus. Away with her, away with her! Syl. Protect me, Merlin! Cómon! Cymon! where misery! Bravura, Urganda! Despair and shame
equally disappointed. This is the completion of my art thou, Cymun?
confound me. Dorus. Your fool Cymon is too fond of fighting to mind his mistress; away with her to Urganda, away
Enter Dorus. with her.
(They hurry her of
Dorus. May I presume to intrude upon my soveEnter Shepherds, running across, disordered and reign's contemplations ? beaten by Cymon.
Urg. Dare not to approach my misery, or thou Damon. 'Tis the devil of a fellow: how he has shalt share it. laid about him!
(Looking back.-Erit. Dorus. I am gone: and Sylvia shall go too. Doril. There is no way but this to avoid him.
[Guing. (Erit. Urg. Sylvia, said you ? where is she? where is Re-enter Crnon, in confusion and out of breath.
she ? Speak, speak; and give me life or death.
Dorus. She is without, and attends your mighty Cymon. I have conquered, my Sylvia! Where will. art thou? my life, my love, my valour, my all ?
Urg. Then I am a queen again! Forgive me, What, gone
'torn from me ? then I am conquered, Dorus, I knew not what I said; but now I am indeed!
raised again! Sylvia is safe ? (He runs off, and returns several times during
Dorus. Yes, and I am safe too ; which is no small the symphony of the following song.
comfort to me, considering where I have been. AIR.-Cruon.
Urg. And Cymon-has he escaped ? Torn from me, torn from me : which way did they take Dorus. Yes, he has escaped from us; and, what her!
is better, we have escaped from him. To death they shall bear me,
Urg. Where is he? To pieces shall tear me,
Dorus. Breaking the bones of every shepherd he Before I'll forsake her!
meets. Though fast bound in a spell,
Urg. Well, no matter; I am in possession of the By Urganda and hell,
present object of my passion, and I will indulge it to ril burst through their charms,
the height of luxury. Let 'em prepare my victim Seise my fair in my arms;
instantly for death. Then my valour shall prove,
Dorus. For death! Is not that going too far ? No magic like virtue, like virtue and love !
Urg. Nothing is too far; she makes me suffer
ten thousand deaths, and nothing but hers can apSCENE III.-A Palace.
pease me. [Doru's going.) Stay, Dorus—I have a
richer revenge: she shall be shut up in the black Enter URGANDA and FATIMA.
tower till her beauties are destroyed, and then I will Ung. Yes! No! Forbear this mockery. What present her to this ungrateful Cymon. Let her be