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The self-same wind that makes the young lambs shrink,
Makes me a-cold: my fear says I am mortal:
Yet I have heard (my mother told it me)
And now I do believe it, if I keep
My virgin flower uncropt, pure, chaste, and fair;
No goblin, woud.god, fairy, elf, or fiend,
Salyr, or other power that haunts the groves,
Shall hurt my body, or by vain illusion
Draw nve to wander after idle fires,
Or voices calling me in dead of night
To make me follow, and so wle me on
Through mire, and standing pow's, to find my ruin.
Else why should this rough thing, who never knew
Manners nor smouth humanity, whose heats
Are rougher than himself, and more misshapen,
Thus mildly kneel to me ?-Sure there's a power
In that great name of Virgin, that binds fast
All rude uncivil bloods, all appetites
'Thar break their confines. Then, strong Chastily,
Be thou my strongest guard; for here I'll dwell
In opposition against fate and hell.
Perigor and A.JORET appoint lo meet al the Virluous IVell.
Peri. Stay, gentle Amoret, thou fair-brow'd maid,
Thy shepherd prays thice stay, that holds thee dear.
Equal with his soul's goud.
Amo. Speak, I give
Thee freedom, shepherd, and thy longue be still
The same it ever was, as free from ill,
As he whose conversation never know
The court or city, be thou ever true.
Peri. When I fall off from my affection,
Or mingle my clean thoughts with ill desires,
First let our great God cease to keep my fucks,
That being left alone without a guard,
The wolf, or winter's rage, or sununer's great heat,
And want of water, rols, or what to us
Or ill is yet unknown, full speedily,
And in their general ruin, let me feel.
Amo. I pray thee, gentle shepherd, wish not 80 :
I do believe thee, 'tis as hard for me
To think thee false, and harder than for thee
To hold me foul.
Peri. O you are fairer far
Than the chaste blushing morn, or that fair star
That guides the wand'ring sca-men through the deep,
Straighter than straightest pine upon tho stccp
Plead of an aged mountain, and more whilo
Than the new milk, wc strip before day.light
From the full-freighted bays of our fair flocks.
Your hair more beauteous than those hanging locks
Of young Apollo.
Amo. Shepherd, be not lost,
Y’are sailid 100 far already from the coast
Of our discourse.
Peri. Did you not tell me once
I should not alone, I should not lose
Those many passions, vow's, and holy oaths,
I've sent to heaven ? did you not give your hand,
Even that fair hand, in hostage? Do not then
Give back again those sweets to other men,
You yourself vow'd were minc.
Amo. Shepherd, so far as maiden's modesty
May give assurance, I am once more thine.
Once more I give my hand; be ever free
From that great foc to faith, foul jealousy.
Peri. I take it as my best good; and desire,
For stronger confirmation of our love,
To meet this happy night in that fui: grove,
Where all true shepherds have rewarded been
For their long service. Say, sweet, shall it hold ?
Amo. Dear friend, you must not blame mo if I make
A doubt of what the silent night may do
Maids must be scarful.
Peri. O do not wrong my honcst simple truth, Myself and my affections are as pure
As those chaste fames that burn before the shrine
Of the great Dian : only my intent
To draw you thither, was to plight our troths,
With interchange of mutual chaste embraces,
And ceremonious tying of ourselves.
For to that holy wood is consecrate
A Vinuous Well, about whose Rowery banks
The nimble-fowled fairies dance their rounds
By the pale moonshine, dipping oftentimes
Their stulen children, so to make thein free
From dying flesh, and dull mortality.
By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn
And given away his freedom, many a troch
Been pliglit, which neither envy or old time
Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given
In hope of coming happiness : by this
Fresh fountain many a blushing maid
llath crown'd the head of her long loved shepherd
With gaudy flowers, whilst he happy sung
Lays of his love and dear captivity.
all herbs fit to cool looser flames
Our sensual parts provokc; chiding our bloods,
And quenching by their power those hidden sparks
That else would break out, and provoke our sense
firesc-so virtuous is that place. Then, gentle shepherdess, believe and grant ; In troch it fits not with that face to scant Your faithful shepherd of those chaste desires lle ever aim'd at.
Amo. Thou hast prevail'd; farewell; this coming night
Shall crown thy chaste hopes with long wish'd delight.-
Thenol, admiring the constancy of Clorin to her dead Looct, rejects the
suit of Cloe.
Cloe. Shepherd, I pray thec stay, where hast thou been,
Or whither go’st thou ? Here be woods as green
As any, air likewise as fresh and sweet,
As where smooth Zephyrus plays on the fleet
Face of the curled streams, with flowers as many
As the young spring gives, and as choice as any.
llere be all new delights, cool streams and wells,
Arbors o'ergrown with woolbines, caves and delle,
Choose where thou wilt, whilst I sit by and sing,
Or gather rushes to make many a ring
For thy long fingers : tell thee tales of love,
Ilow the pale Phabe, hunting in a grove,
l'irst saw the boy Endymion, from whoso eyes
She took cternal fire that never dies ;
llow she convey'd him softly in a sleep,
llis temples bound with poppy, to the steep
Ilead of old Latmus, where she stoops each night,
Gilding the mountains with her brother's light,
To kiss her swectest.
The. Far from me are these
Ilot flashes, bred from wanton heat and case.
I have forgot what love and loving meant ;
Rhimes, songs, and merry rounds, that oft are sent
To the soft ears of maids, are strange lo me;
Only I live to adınire a chastity,
That neither pleasing age, smooth tongue, or gold,
Could ever break upon, so pure a mold
Is that her mind was cast in ; 'tis to her
I only am reserv'l; she is my form I stir
By, breathe and move, 'ris she and only she
Can make me happy, or give me misery.
Cloe. Good shepherd, may a stranger crave to know To whom this dear observance you do owe ?
The. You may, and by her virtuc learn to square And level out your life ; for to be fair And nothing virtuous, only fits the eye Of gaudy youth and swelling vanity. Then know, she's call’d the Virgin of the Grove, She that hath long since buried her chaste love, And now lives by his grave, for whose dear soul She hath vow'd herself into the holy roll Of strict virginity ; 'ris lier I so admire,
any looser blood, or new desire.
Thenol lucco Clurin yel fears to gain his suit. Clor. Shepherd, bww cain'st thou hither to this place ? No
way is trolden; all the verdant grass
The spring shut up, stands yet unbruised here
Of any fut, only the dappled deer
Far from the feared sound of crooked horn
Dwells in this lastness.
The. Chaster than the moro,
I have not wand'red, or by strong illusion
Into this virtuous place have made intrusion :
But hither am I come (believe me, fair),
To seek you out, of whose greal good the air
Is full, and strongly labors, whilst the sound
Breaks against heaven, and drives into a stound
The amazed shepherd, that such virtue can
Be resident in lesser than a man.
Clor. If any art I have, or hidden skill,
May cure thee of disease, or fester'd ill,
Whose grief or greenness to another's eye
May seem un possible of remedy,
I dare yet undertake it.
The. "Tis no pain
I suffer through disease, no bearing vein
Conveys infection dangerous to the heart,
No part imposthumed, w be cured by art,
This body holds, and yet a feller grief
Than ever skilful hand did give relief
Dwells on my soul, and may be heal'd by you,
Fair beauteous virgin.
Clor. Then, shepherd, let me sue
To know thy grief; that man yet never knew
The way to health, that durst not show his sore.
The. Then, fairest, know I love you.
Clor. Swain, no niore.
Thou hast abused the strictness of this place,
And offer'd sacrilegious foul disgraco
To the sweet rest of these interred bones ;
For fear of wbose ascending, fly at once,