The careles shepherdess a tragi-comedy acted before the King & Queen, and at Salisbury-Court, with great applause / written by T.G. ; with an alphebeticall catologue of all such plays that ever were printed.
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The careles shepherdess a tragi-comedy acted before the King & Queen, and at Salisbury-Court, with great applause / written by T.G. ; with an alphebeticall catologue of all such plays that ever were printed.
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Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.
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London :: Printed for Richard Rogers and William Ley, and are to be sould at Pauls Chaine ...,
1656.
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Drama -- Catalogs.
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ACT. 5. SCEN. 13.
Exeunt Satyrs, entring againe tending on Arismena and Castarina drest in some disguisd shapes.
Lar.
What now?
Phil.
Our sentence.
The Song.
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Sigh Shepheards sighSpend all your breath in groansLay your sweeter Musick byHearken onely to the Drones.Henceforth no other Garlands viewBut what are made of dismall yewe,Tis fit all nature now should mourneAnd every tree to Cypresse turne.
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Those Nimphs are goneWhose lookes in awe did keepeThe Wolfe and Fox who aloneMore then Pales blest our sheepe,Their sweetest grasse the Lambs did findeWhere their bright eyes not Phoebus shin'd,In every place where they did comeThey made a new Elizium.
Wretched Swaines ye now can haveNo Paradice but in the Grave,
Chorus.
Die, then die, since they are fledThe onely life is to be dead.
The Song being done Ex: Arismena & Castarina
Gr. Sat.
Unbinde the men.
Omnes.
What then?
Gr. Sat.
I aske your pardons Sirs, and wo'dBe glad to know what can deserve your smiles.
Phil.
Jest not foule soule, it is a death to liveThe object of your view, we can as bravelySuffer, as you torment, and were those hereWhich you have ravisht from their loves, we wo'dBut shed some funerall tears upon their hearseAnd gladly meet our deaths.
Sat.
They're dead indeed,And since you know their fates, you shall be broughtUnto their Tombes: I'le drop as many tears as youTo shew my penitence, although it beA thing averse for me to weep, yet whenI think what goodnesse I've destroyd, I mustAccuse my lust, and then lament your losse.
Phil.
Accursed slaves.
Sat.
Nay dry your tears, for ifThere be such groves and joyfull fields as youCall fortunate, your Nimphs are sporting inTheir shades, triumphing ore our cruelty.
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Lar.
They died unspotted then.
Sat.
They did, and breathdOut soules as pure as ayre before it mixtWith Earth.
Phil.
Blest virgins! Lead forward to their Tombes,I long to pay a funerall tear, and weepTill I'm become the onely Niobe.
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