Hymens triumph A pastorall tragicomædie. Presented at the Queenes court in the Strand, at her Maiesties magnificent entertainement of the Kings most excellent Maiestie, being at the nuptials of the Lord Roxborough. By Samuel Daniel.

SCEN. V.

Lidia. Phillis.

SO Phillis haue you, and y'are rightly seru'd. Haue you disdain'd the gallanst Forresters, And brauest heardsmen all Arcadia hath, And now in loue with one is not a man? Assure your selfe this is a iust reuenge Loue takes, for your misprision of his powre. I told you often there would come a time, When you would sure be plagu'd for such a crime: But you would laugh at me, as one you thought Conceiu'd not of what mettall you were wrought.

Is this you, who would wonder any nymphes Could euer be so foolish as to loue? Who is so foolish now?

Phil.

Peace Lidia, peace, Adde not more griefe t'a hart that hath too much, Do not insult vpon her misery, Whose flame, God wot, needs water, and not oyle. Thou seest I am vndone, caught in the Toyle Of an intangling mischiefe: tell me how I may recouer, and vnwinde me now.

Lid.

That doth require more time, we will apart Consult thereof, be you but rul'd by me, And you shall finde, I, yet, will set you free.

Exeunt.

The song of the first Chorus.

Loue is a sicknesse full of woes, All remedies refusing: A plant that with most cutting growes, Most barren with best vsing. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dyes, If not enioy'd, it sighing cries, Hey ho.

Loue is a torment of the minde, A tempest euerlasting;

And Ioue hath made it of a kinde, Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so? More we enioy it, more it dies, If not enioyd, it sighing cries, Hey ho.