Rhodon and Iris· A pastorall, as it vvas presented at the florists feast in Norwich, May 3. 1631.
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Rhodon and Iris· A pastorall, as it vvas presented at the florists feast in Norwich, May 3. 1631.
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Knevet, Ralph, 1600-1671.
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London :: Printed [by J. Beale] for Michael Sparke, at the blew Bible in Greene-Arbour,
1631.
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"Rhodon and Iris· A pastorall, as it vvas presented at the florists feast in Norwich, May 3. 1631." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A04896.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 23, 2024.
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ACT. 4: SCEN. 1.
Iris, Panace, Violetta.
Ir.
CVrst was the wight that did in murther firstEmbrue his guilty hands: curst was that handWhich first was taught by damned hellish artTo forge the killing blade in Vulcans flames:What raging fury raignes in mortall brests,That man should man pursue with deadly hate;Oh what maglignant power hath defac'd,That specious image of the gods above?Who hath inspir'd man with that bestiall qualityOf murderous revenge?The Lybian Lyons seldome are at oddes,The Tygers of Hyrcania doe agree,But man to man's become a very divell:That Thracian god which is delighted mostWith humane sacrifices, is now ador'd;Blood-thirsty Mars now beares the onely sway,Who direfull devastations doth affect,Peace hath forsooke the earth, and fell debate
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Shaking his batter'd armes, now stalketh every where.I hop'd for nuptials sweet, of late, but nowI may have cause to feare a funerall.Hymen affrighted with the confus'd noyseOf brutish warre, is fled I know not whither.My dearest Rhodon must depart from me,And in the field ingage his tender CorpsTo all extremities of death, of wounds, of danger,Of sicknesse and unrest:
Vi.
Strike not the ayre with this vaine language, Iris,Wound not thy soule with these unseemely plaints,But be content to wait the will of Iove,Who will crowne our designes with blest successe.For in a cause that's honest, iust, and right,The gods themselves will take up armes and fight.
Ir.
Then oh ye powers, that are the grand protectorsOf Hyblas happinesse and welfare;Whether ye doe delight in our flower-crown'd mountaines,Our od'rous vales, or in our Christall fountains,Your gracious favour I implore, besceching youTo gard the person of my dearest Rhodon;Fond woman, how forgetfull have I bin?Here is a gemme whose price doth farre transcendAll estimation: my faithfull PanaceDeliver't thou unto my gentle Shepheard,And pray him weare it for my sake.
Pa.
Madam, I will.
Ir.
It from the bowels of a Cocke was tane,And whoso weares the same (as wise men say)Shall ever be victorious in warre.
Vio.
Commend me to my brother, gentle nymph,And beare this token of my love to him:
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It is the precious herbe call'd Latice,Which whosoever weares shall never wantSufficient sustenance both for himselfe and his;Besides, it frustrates quite the divellish forceOf strongest poysons or enchantments.
exit Pan.
Now Iris, let us haste to Floras fane,With our devotions let's importune her,These horrid sturs and troublous broiles to cease,That we againe may live in happy peace.
exeunt.
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