Actus
I.
Scaena
I.
Enter
Callidora
disguised
in
mans
apparell
.
MAdde
feet
,
yee
have
beene
traytours
to
your
Master
:
Where
have
you
lead
me
?
sure
my
truant
mind
Hath
taught
my
body
thus
to
wander
too
;
Faintnesse
and
feare
surprize
me
;
Yee
just
gods
,
If
yee
have
brought
me
to
this
place
to
scourge
The
folly
of
my
love
,
(
I
might
say
madnesse
)
Dispatch
me
quickly
;
send
some
pittying
men
Or
cruell
beast
to
find
me
;
let
me
bee
Fed
by
the
one
,
or
let
mee
feed
the
other
.
Why
are
these
trees
so
brave
?
why
doe
they
weare
Such
greene
and
fresh
apparell
?
how
they
smile
!
How
their
proud
toppes
play
with
the
courting
wind
!
Can
they
behold
me
pine
and
languish
here
,
And
yet
not
sympathize
at
all
in
mourning
?
Doe
they
upbraid
my
sorrowes
?
can
it
bee
That
these
thick
branches
never
seene
before
But
by
the
Sunne
,
should
learne
so
much
of
man
?
The
trees
in
Courtiers
gardens
,
which
are
conscious
Of
their
guilt
Masters
statelinesse
and
pride
,
Themselves
would
pitty
me
;
yet
these
—
Who
's
there
?
Enter
Alupis
singing
.
1.
Rise
up
thou
mournfull
Swaine
,
For
't
is
but
a
folly
To
be
melancholy
And
get
thee
thy
pipe
againe
.
2.
Come
sing
away
the
day
,
For
't
is
but
a
folly
To
be
melancholly
,
Let
's
live
here
whilst
wee
may
.
Cal.
I
marry
Sir
,
this
fellow
hath
some
fire
in
him
,
Me thinkes
a
sad
and
drowsie
shepheard
is
A
prodigie
in
Nature
,
for
the
woods
Should
bee
as
farre
from
sorrow
,
as
they
are
From
sorrowes
causes
,
riches
and
the
like
.
Haile
to
you
swaine
,
I
am
a
Gentleman
Driven
here
by
ignorance
of
the
way
,
and
would
Confesse
my selfe
bound
to
you
for
a
curtesie
,
If
you
would
please
to
helpe
me
to
some
lodging
Where
I
may
rest
my selfe
.
Alu.
For
't
is
but
a
folly
,
&c.
Cal.
Well
;
if
the
rest
bee
like
this
fellow
here
;
Then
I
have
travel'd
fairely
now
;
for
certainly
This
is
a
land
of
fooles
;
some
Colonie
Of
elder
brothers
have
beene
planted
here
,
And
begot
this
faire
generation
.
Prithee
,
good
Shepheard
,
tell
mee
where
thou
dwelst
?
Alu.
For
't
is
but
a
folly
,
&c.
Call.
Why
art
thou
madde
?
Alu.
What
if
I
bee
?
I
hope
't
is
no
discredit
for
me
Sir
?
For
in
this
age
who
is
not
?
I
'le
prove
it
to
you
,
Your
Citizen
hee
's
madde
to
trust
the
Gentleman
Both
with
his
wares
and
wife
.
Your
Courtier
Hee
's
madde
to
spend
his
time
in
studying
postures
,
Cringes
,
and
fashions
,
and
new
complements
;
Your
Lawyer
hee
's
madde
to
sell
away
His
tongue
for
money
,
and
his
Client
madder
To
buy
it
of
him
,
since
't
is
of
no
use
But
to
undoe
men
,
and
the
Latine
tongue
;
Your
Schollers
they
are
madde
to
breake
their
braines
,
Out-watch
the
Moone
,
and
looke
more
pale
then
shee
,
That
so
when
all
the
Arts
call
him
their
Master
,
Hee
may
perhaps
get
some
small
Vicaridge
,
Or
be
the
Vsher
of
a
Schoole
;
but
there
's
A
thing
in
blacke
called
Poet
,
who
is
ten
Degrees
in
madnesse
above
these
;
his
meanes
Is
what
the
gentle
Fates
please
to
allow
him
By
the
death
or
mariage
of
some
mighty
Lord
,
Which
hee
must
solemnize
with
a
new
song
.
Cal.
This
fellowes
wit
amazeth
me
;
but
friend
,
What
doe
you
thinke
of
lovers
?
Alu.
Worst
of
all
;
Is
't
not
a
pretty
folly
to
stand
thus
,
And
sigh
,
and
fold
the
armes
,
and
cry
my
Coelia
,
My
soule
,
my
life
,
my
Calia
,
then
to
wring
Ones
state
for
presents
,
and
ones
brayne
for
Sonnets
?
O!
't
is
beyond
the
name
of
Phrenzie
.
Cal.
What
so
Satyricke
Shepheard
?
I
beleeve
You
did
not
learne
these
flashes
in
the
Woods
;
How
is
it
possible
that
you
should
get
Such
neere
acquaintance
with
the
Citie
manners
,
And
yet
live
here
in
such
a
silent
place
,
Where
one
would
thinke
the
very
name
of
City
Could
hardly
Enter
.
Alu.
Why
,
I
'le
tell
you
Sir
:
My
father
dyed
,
(
you
force
me
to
remember
A
griefe
that
deserves
teares
)
and
left
me
young
,
And
(
if
a
Shepheard
may
be
said
so
)
rich
,
I
in
an
itching
wantonnesse
to
see
What
other
Swaines
so
wondred
at
,
the
Citie
,
Streight
sold
my
rurall
portion
(
for
the
wealth
Of
Shepheards
is
their
flockes
)
and
thither
went
,
Where
whil'st
my
money
lasted
I
was
welcome
,
And
liv'd
in
credit
,
but
when
that
was
gone
,
And
the
last
piece
sigh'd
in
my
empty
pocket
,
I
was
contemn'd
,
then
I
began
to
feele
How
dearely
I
had
bought
experience
,
And
without
any
thing
besides
repentance
To
load
me
,
return'd
back
,
and
here
I
live
To
laugh
at
all
those
follyes
which
I
saw
.
Song
.
The
merry
waves
dance
up
and
downe
,
and
play
,
Sport
is
granted
to
the
Sea
.
Birds
are
the
queristers
of
th'
empty
ayre
,
Sport
is
never
wanting
there
.
The
ground
doth
smile
at
the
Springs
flowry
birth
,
Sport
is
granted
to
the
earth
.
The
fire
it's
cheering
flame
on
high
doth
reare
,
Sport
is
never
wanting
there
.
If
all
the
elements
,
the
Earth
,
the
Sea
,
Ayre
,
and
fire
,
so
merry
bee
;
Why
is
mans
mirth
so
seldome
,
and
so
small
,
Who
is
compounded
of
them
all
?
Cal.
You
may
rejoyce
;
but
sighes
befit
me
better
.
Alu.
Now
on
my
conscience
thou
hast
lost
a
Mistris
;
If
it
be
so
,
thanke
God
,
and
love
no
more
;
Or
else
perhaps
she'
has
burnt
your
whining
letter
,
Or
kist
another
Gentleman
in
your
sight
,
Or
else
denyed
you
her
glove
,
or
laught
at
you
,
Causes
indeed
,
which
deserve
speciall
mourning
,
And
now
you
come
to
talke
with
your
God
Cupid
In
private
here
,
and
call
the
Woods
to
witnesse
,
And
all
the
streames
which
murmure
when
they
heare
The
injuries
they
suffer
;
I
am
sorry
I
have
beene
a
hindrance
to
your
meditations
,
Farewell
Sir
.
Cal.
Nay
,
good
Shepheard
,
you
mistake
mee
.
Alu.
Faith
,
I
am
very
chary
of
my
health
,
I
would
be
loath
to
be
infected
Sir
.
Cal.
Thou
needest
not
feare
;
I
have
no
disease
at
all
Besides
a
troubled
mind
.
Alu.
Why
that
's
the
worst
,
the
worst
of
all
.
Cal.
And
therefore
it
doth
challenge
Your
piety
the
more
,
you
should
the
rather
,
Strive
to
be
my
Physitian
.
Alu.
The
good
Gods
forbid
it
;
J
turne
Physitian
?
My
Parents
brought
me
up
more
piously
,
Then
that
I
should
play
booty
with
a
sicknesse
,
Turne
a
consumption
to
mens
purses
,
and
Purge
them
,
worse
then
their
bodyes
,
and
set
up
An
Apothecaries
shop
in
private
chambers
,
Live
by
revenew
of
close-stooles
and
urinals
,
Deferre
off
sick
mens
health
from
day
to
day
As
if
they
went
to
law
with
their
disease
.
No
,
I
was
borne
for
better
ends
,
then
to
send
away
His
Majesties
subjects
to
hell
so
fast
,
As
if
I
were
to
share
the
stakes
with
Charon
.
Cal.
Your
wit
erres
much
:
For
as
the
soule
is
nobler
then
the
body
,
So
it's
corruption
askes
a
better
medicine
Then
is
applyed
to
Gouts
,
Catarrs
,
or
Agues
,
And
that
is
counsell
.
Alu.
So
then
:
I
should
bee
Your
soules
Physitian
;
why
,
I
could
talke
out
An
houre
or
so
,
but
then
I
want
a
cushion
To
thump
my
precepts
into
;
but
tell
me
'pray
,
What
name
beares
your
disease
?
Cal.
A
feaver
,
shepheard
,
but
so
farre
above
An
outward
one
,
that
the
vicissitudes
Of
that
may
seeme
but
warmth
,
and
coolenesse
only
;
This
,
flame
,
and
frost
.
Alu.
So
;
I
understand
you
,
You
are
a
lover
,
which
is
by
translation
A
foole
,
or
a
beast
,
for
I
'le
define
you
;
you
're
Partly
Chamaeleon
,
partly
Salamander
,
You
're
fed
by
th'
ayre
,
and
live
i'
the
fire
.
Cal.
Why
did
you
never
love
?
have
you
no
softnesse
,
Nought
of
your
mother
in
you
?
if
that
Sun
Which
scorched
me
,
should
cast
one
beame
upon
you
.
T'
would
quickly
melt
the
ice
about
your
heart
,
And
lend
your
eyes
fresh
streames
.
Alu.
'Faith
,
I
thinke
not
;
I
have
seene
all
your
beautyes
of
the
Court
,
And
yet
was
never
ravisht
,
never
made
A
dolefull
Sonnet
unto
angry
Cupid
,
Either
to
warme
her
heart
,
or
else
coole
mine
,
And
no
face
yet
could
ever
wound
me
so
,
But
that
I
quickly
found
a
remedie
.
Cal.
That
were
an
art
worth
learning
,
and
you
need
not
Be
niggard
of
your
knowledge
;
See
the
Sunne
Though
it
have
given
this
many
thousand
yeares
Light
to
the
world
,
yet
is
as
bigge
and
bright
As
e're
it
was
,
and
hath
not
lost
one
beame
Of
his
first
glory
;
then
let
charity
Perswade
you
to
instruct
me
,
I
shall
bee
A
very
thankfull
scholler
.
Alu.
I
shall
:
for
't
is
both
easily
taught
and
learn'd
,
Come
sing
away
the
day
,
&c.
Mirth
is
the
only
physick
,
Cal.
It
is
a
way
which
I
have
much
desired
To
cheate
my
sorrow
with
;
and
for
that
purpose
Would
faine
turne
shepheard
,
and
in
rurall
sports
We
are
my
lifes
remnant
out
;
I
would
forget
All
things
,
my
very
name
if
it
were
possible
.
Alu.
Pray
let
me
learne
it
first
.
Cal.
'T
is
Callidorus
.
Alu.
Thanke
you
;
if
you
your selfe
chance
to
forget
it
Come
but
to
me
I
'le
doe
you
the
same
curtesie
,
In
the
meane while
make
me
your
servant
Sir
,
I
will
instruct
you
in
things
necessary
For
the
creation
of
a
Shepheard
,
and
Wee
two
will
laugh
at
all
the
world
securely
,
And
fling
jests
'gainst
the
businesses
of
state
Without
endangering
our
eares
.
Come
,
come
away
,
For
't
is
but
a
folly
To
be
melancholy
,
Let
's
live
here
whil'st
we
may
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Palaemon
,
Melarnus
,
Truga
,
Aegon
Bellula
,
Hylace
.
Pa.
I
see
I
am
undone
.
Mel.
Come
no
matter
for
that
,
you
love
my
Daughter
?
By
Pan
;
but
come
,
no
matter
for
that
;
you
my
Hilace
?
Tru.
Nay
good
Duck
,
doe
not
vexe
your selfe
;
what
though
he
loves
her
?
you
know
she
will
not
have
him
.
Mel.
Come
,
no
matter
for
that
;
I
will
vex
my selfe
,
and
vex
him
too
,
shall
such
an
idle
fellow
as
he
strive
to
entice
away
honest
mens
children
?
let
him
goe
feed
his
flocks
;
but
alas
!
he
has
none
to
trouble
him
;
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
yet
hee
would
marry
my
daughter
.
Pa.
Thou
art
a
malicious
doting
man
,
And
one
who
cannot
boast
of
any
thing
But
that
shee
calls
thee
father
,
though
I
cannot
Number
so
large
a
flock
of
sheepe
as
thou
,
Nor
send
so
many
cheeses
to
the
City
,
Yet
in
my
mind
I
am
an
Emperour
If
but
compar'd
with
thee
.
Tru.
Of
what
place
I
pray
?
'T
is
of
some
new
discovered
Countrey
,
is
't
not
?
Pa.
Prithee
good
Wintor
if
thou
wilt
be
talking
,
Keepe
thy
breath
in
a
little
,
for
it
smells
Worse
then
a
Goat
;
yet
thou
must
talke
,
For
thou
hast
nothing
left
thee
of
a
woman
But
lust
,
and
tongue
Hyl.
Shepheard
,
here
's
none
so
taken
with
your
wit
But
you
might
spare
it
;
if
you
be
so
lavish
,
You
'le
have
none
left
another
time
to
make
The
song
of
the
forsaken
Lover
with
.
Pa.
I
'me
dumbe
,
my
lips
are
seal'd
,
seal'd
up
for
ever
May
my
rash
tongue
forget
to
be
interpreter
,
And
organ
of
my
senses
,
if
you
say
,
It
hath
offended
you
.
Hyl.
Troth
if
you
make
But
that
condition
,
I
shall
agree
to
't
quickly
:
Mel.
By
Pan
well
said
Girle
;
what
a
foole
was
I
To
suspect
thee
of
loving
him
?
but
come
'T
is
no
matter
for
that
;
when e're
thou
maried
I
'le
adde
ten
sheepe
more
to
thy
portion
,
For
putting
this
one
jest
upon
him
.
Aegon
.
Nay
now
I
must
needs
tell
you
that
your
anger
Is
grounded
with
no
reason
to
maintaine
it
,
If
you
intend
your
Daughter
shall
not
marry
him
,
Say
so
,
but
play
not
with
his
passion
,
For
't
is
inhumane
wit
which
jeeres
the
wretched
.
Mel.
Come
't
is
no
matter
for
that
;
what
I
doe
,
I
doe
;
I
shall
not
need
your
counsell
.
Tru.
I
hope
my
husband
and
I
have
enough
wisdome
To
governe
our
owne
child
;
if
we
want
any
'T
will
be
to
little
purpose
,
I
dare
say
,
To
come
to
borrow
some
of
you
.
Aeg.
'T
is
very
likely
pritty
Mistris
Maukin
,
You
with
a
face
lookes
like
a
winter
apple
When
't
is
shrunke
up
together
and
halfe
rotten
,
I
'de
see
you
hang'd
up
for
a
thing
to
skare
The
crowes
away
before
I
le
spend
my
breath
To
teach
you
any
.
Hyl.
Alas
good
shepheard
!
What
doe
you
imagine
that
I
should
love
you
for
?
Pal.
For
all
my
services
,
the
vertuous
zeale
And
constancie
with
which
I
ever
woed
you
,
Though
I
were
blacker
then
a
starlesse
night
,
Or
consciences
where
guilt
and
horror
dwell
,
Although
splay-legd
,
crooked
,
deform'd
in
all
parts
,
And
but
the
Chao's
only
of
a
man
;
Yet
if
I
love
and
honor
you
,
humanitie
Would
teach
you
not
to
hate
,
or
laugh
at
me
.
Hy.
Pray
spare
your
fine
perswasions
,
and
set
speeches
,
And
rather
tell
them
to
those
stones
and
trees
,
'T
will
be
to
as
good
purpose
quite
,
as
when
You
spend
them
upon
me
.
Pa.
Give
me
my
finall
answer
,
that
I
may
Bee
either
blest
for
ever
,
or
die
quickly
;
Delay
's
a
cruell
rack
,
and
kils
by
piece-meales
.
Hy.
Then
here
't
is
,
you
're
an
asse
,
(
Take
that
for
your
incivilitie
to
my
mother
)
And
I
will
never
love
you
.
Pal.
You
're
a
woman
;
A
cruell
and
fond
woman
,
and
my
passion
Shall
trouble
you
no
more
;
but
when
I
'me
dead
My
angry
Ghost
shall
vex
you
worse
then
now
Your
pride
doth
mee
,
Farewell
.
Enter
Aphron
madde
meeting
Palaemon
going
out
.
Aph.
Nay
stay
Sir
,
have
you
found
her
?
Pa.
How
now
?
what
's
the
matter
?
Aph.
For
I
will
have
her
out
of
you
,
or
else
I
'le
cut
thee
into
atomes
,
til
the
wind
Play
with
the
shreeds
of
thy
torne
body
.
Looke
her
Or
I
will
do
't
.
Pal.
Whom
;
or
where
?
Aph.
I
'le
tell
thee
honest
fellow
;
thou
shalt
goe
From
me
as
an
Embassador
to
the
Sunne
,
For
men
call
him
the
eye
of
heaven
,
(
from
which
Nothing
lyes
hid
)
and
tell
him
—
doe
you
marke
me
—
tell
him
From
me
—
that
if
he
send
not
word
where
shee
is
gone
,
—
I
will
—
nay
by
the
Gods
I
will
.
Aeg.
Alas
poore
Gentleman
!
Sure
he
hath
lost
some
Mistris
;
beautious
women
Take
notice
of
him
,
(
pray
)
your
speaking
is
Worth
more
then
all
the
rest
.
Bell.
You
're
very
welcome
Cal.
Thanke
you
fayre
Nymph
,
this
is
indeed
a
welcome
Salutes
her
,
Bell.
I
never
saw
,
beauty
and
affability
So
well
conjoyn'd
before
;
if
I
stay
long
I
shall
be
quite
undone
.
Alu.
Nay
come
,
put
on
too
.
Hyl.
You
are
most
kindly
welcome
.
Cal.
You
blesse
mee
too
much
;
The
honour
of
your
lip
is
entertainment
Princes
might
wish
for
.
Hyl.
Blesse
me
how
hee
lookes
!
And
how
he
talkes
;
his
kisse
was
honey
too
,
His
lips
as
red
and
sweet
as
early
cheryes
,
Softer
then
Bevers
skins
Bel,
Blesse
me
,
how
I
envy
her
!
Would
I
had
that
kisse
too
!
Hyl,
How
his
eye
shines
!
what
a
bright
flame
it
shootes
!
Bel.
How
red
his
cheekes
are
!
so
our
garden
apples
Looke
on
that
side
where
the
hot
Sun
salutes
them
.
Hyl,
How
well
his
haires
become
him
!
Just
like
that
starre
which
ushers
on
the
day
.
Bell.
How
faire
he
is
!
fairer
then
whitest
blossomes
?
Trug.
They
two
have
got
a
kisse
;
Why
should
I
lose
it
for
want
of
speaking
?
You
're
welcome
shepheard
.
Alu.
Come
on
:
For
't
is
but
a
folly
,
&c
:
Tru.
Doe
you
heare
?
you
are
welcome
.
Alu.
Oh!
here
's
another
must
have
a
kisse
:
Tru.
Goe
you
're
a
paltry
knave
,
I
,
that
you
are
,
To
wrong
an
honest
woman
thus
.
Alu.
Why
hee
shall
kisse
thee
,
never
feare
it
,
alas
!
I
did
but
jest
,
he
'le
do
't
for
all
this
,
Nay
,
because
I
will
be
a
Patron
to
thee
I
'le
speake
to
him
.
Tru.
You
're
a
slandering
knave
,
And
you
shall
know
't
,
that
you
shall
.
Al.
Nay
,
if
you
scould
so
lowd
Others
shall
know
it
too
;
He
must
stop
your
mouth
,
Or
you
'le
talke
on
this
three
houres
;
Callidorus
If
you
can
patiently
endure
a
stinke
,
Or
have
frequented
ere
the
City
Beare-garden
,
Prithee
salute
this
fourescore
yeares
,
and
free
me
,
She
sayes
you
're
welcome
too
.
Cal.
I
cry
you
mercy
Shepheardesse
,
By
Pan
I
did
not
see
you
.
Tru.
If
my
husband
and
Alupis
were
not
here
I
'de
rather
pay
him
back
his
kisse
againe
,
Then
be
beholding
to
him
.
Al.
What
,
thou
hast
don
't
?
Well
if
thou
dost
not
dye
upon
't
,
hereafter
Thy
body
will
agree
even
with
the
worst
And
stinking'st
ayre
in
Europe
.
Cal.
Nay
,
be
not
angry
Shepheardesse
,
you
know
He
doth
but
jest
as
't
is
his
custome
.
Tru.
I
know
it
is
his
custome
;
he
was
alwayes
Wont
to
abuse
me
,
like
a
knave
as
he
is
,
But
I
'le
endure
't
no
more
.
Al.
Prithee
good
Callidorus
if
her
breath
Be
not
too
bad
,
goe
stop
her
mouth
againe
,
She
'le
scould
till
night
else
.
Tru.
Yes
marry
will
I
,
that
I
will
,
you
rascall
you
,
I
'le
teach
you
to
lay
your
frumps
upon
me
;
You
delight
in
it
,
doe
you
?
Al.
Prithee
be
quiet
,
leave
but
talking
to
me
And
I
will
never
jeere
thee
any
more
,
We
two
will
be
so
peaceable
hereafter
.
Tru.
Well
upon
that
condition
.
Al.
So
,
I
'me
deliver'd
,
why
how
now
Ladds
?
What
have
you
lost
your
tongues
?
I
le
have
them
cry'd
,
Palaemon
,
Aegon
,
Callidorus
,
what
?
Are
you
all
dumbe
?
I
pray
continue
so
,
And
I
'le
be
merry
with
my selfe
.
Song
.
'T
is
better
to
dance
then
sing
,
The
cause
is
if
you
will
know
it
,
That
I
to
my selfe
shall
bring
A
Poverty
Voluntary
If
once
I
grow
but
a
Poet
.
Aegon
.
And
yet
me thinkes
you
sing
,
Al.
O
yes
,
because
here
's
none
doe
dance
,
And
both
are
better
farre
then
to
be
sad
.
Aegon
.
Come
then
let
's
have
a
round
.
Al.
A
match
;
Palaemon
whither
goe
you
?
Pa.
The
Gods
forbid
that
I
should
mock
my selfe
,
Cheate
my
owne
mind
,
I
dance
and
weepe
at
once
?
You
may
:
Farewell
.
Exit
.
Al.
'T
is
such
a
whining
foole
;
come
,
come
,
Melarnus
.
Mel.
I
have
no
mind
to
dance
;
but
come
no
matter
for
that
,
rather
then
breake
the
squares
.
—
Cal.
By
your
leave
,
fayre
one
.
Hil.
Would
I
were
in
her
place
.
Al.
Come
Hilace
,
thee
and
I
wench
I
warrant
thee
,
You
and
your
wife
together
.
God
blesse
you
;
so
—
For
't
is
but
a
folly
,
&c.
Dance
.
Tru.
So
there
's
enough
,
I
'me
halfe
a weary
,
Mel.
Come
no
matter
for
that
,
I
have
not
danc't
so
much
this
yeare
.
Al.
So
farewell
,
you
'le
come
along
with
me
.
Cal.
Yes
,
farewell
gentle
Swaines
.
Tru.
Farewell
good
Shepheard
,
Bel.
Your
best
wishes
follow
you
.
Hyl.
Pan
alwayes
guide
you
.
Mel.
It
's
no
matter
for
that
,
come
away
.
Exeunt
.
Finis
Actus
primi
.