SCEN. 2.
- Claius.
- Amyntas.
—And—see see, Thestylis,
Poems with the Muses looking-glasse: and Amyntas· By Thomas Randolph Master of Arts, and late fellow of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge.
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Page 71
Here comes the Ivy bush. I'le stand aside,
For I am still most bodily afraid.
Amy.
What Deity lives here? the soule of Phoebus
Breaths in this powerfull man: sure Aeculapius
Revisits earth againe; and in this shape
Deales health amongst us! I before was nothing
But brui•…•… and beast: O tell me by what reliques
Of heavenly fire have you inspir'd me with
This better soule of reason! worthy sir,
If y'are some God (as lesse I cannot deeme you)
That pittying of my miseries, came downe
From heaven to cure mee, tell mee, that I may
With sacrifice adore you.
Mop.
Adore him?
Are there such Ruffian Gods in heaven as he?
Such beggarly Deities?
Amyn.
If you will conceale it,
And I by ignorance omit to pay
Those sacred duties that I ought, be pleas'd
To pardon me.
Mop.
Heighday! well Thestylis,
You may be glad your house is not infected;
Hee'sten times madder now then ere he was,
To deify this rude ill-favour'd Silvan,
This fellow with the beard all over: Thestylis,
I dare not stay; unlesse my heeles maintaine
My safety I shall turne a dog againe.
Exit Mopsus.
Clai.
I am as you are, mortall; 'tis my skill
In Physick, and experience in the rare
Vertue of herbes, that wrought this miracle;
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No Divinity, or power in me.
Thest.
Amyntas, when shall wee requite this kindnesse?
Amynt.
Never, I would willingly
Have sacrific'd unto him, but his modesty
Will not permit it: though he will not suffer us
T'adore him as a God; yet we may pay
A reverence to him as a father.
Claius.
O those words doe touch the quick!
Amyn.
For if he be
A father that begot this flesh, this clay,
What's he to whom we owe our second birth
Of soule and reason? Father, I must call you
By that name, father.
Claius.
Now the floudgates open,
And the full streame of teares will issue out:
Traitors, you will betray me!
(aside
Thest.
Sir, why weepe you?
Claius.
To thinke of this man's father—O I lov'd him
As dearely as my selfe (my words and all
Breake out suspitious!) has •…•…e not a daughter?
As I remember well, he said her name was—
The.
Amaryllis.
Cla.
Yes, I had almost
Forgot it, I would faine have seene her too.
Thest.
You cannot now, because to night she lodg'd
With one Laurinda.