SCENE III. Parthenia appears from the mountain. PARTHENIA. SHEPHERDS. I SHEPHERD. Why this way doft thou turn thy baneful eyes, There lies the youth thy cursed beauty flew; PARTHENIA. Spare my fame; I SHEPHERD, What heart is proof against that face divine? PARTHENIA. Is love in mine? If e'er I trifled with a fhepherd's pain, But But I ne'er trifled with a fhepherd's pain, Nor with falfe hope his paffion ftrove to gain 1 SHEPHERD. Hear this, ye fighing fhepherds, and despair. Since the fame barbarous hand hath fign'd thy doom, We'll lay thee in our lov'd Menalcas' tomb. PARTHENIA. Why will intruding man my peace destroy? Free was I born; my freedom to maintain, Moft women's weak refolves, like reeds, will ply, Go feek him, lead him to Menalcas' grave; 1 SHEPHERD. Now all the melancholy rites are paid, Let's Let's feek our charge; the flocks, difperfing wide, [Exeunt Shepherds, &c. Parthenia remains in a me- Enter LYCIDAS. SCENE IV. LYCIDAS, PARTHENIA. LYCIDAS. When shall my steps have reft? through all the wood, SCENE V. LYCIDAS, PARTHENIA, DIONE, LAURA. [Dione and Laura at a distance. LYCIDAS. What do I fee? no. Fancy mocks my eyes, And bids the dear deluding vifion rife. "Tis fhe. My fpringing heart her prefence feels. See, proftrate Lycidas before thee kneels. [Kneeling to Parthenia. Why will Parthenia turn her face away? PARTHENIA. Who calls Parthenia? hah! [She ftarts from ber melancholy; and, feeing Lycidas,. flies into the wood. LYCIDAS: Stay, virgin, ftay. O wing my feet, kind Love. See, fee, the bounds, Fleet as the mountain roe, when preft by hounds. [He pursues her. Dione faints in the arms of Laura. LAURA. What means this trembling? All her colour flies, Say, what new forrow has thy heart oppreft? DIONE DIONE. Didft thou not hear his fighs and suppliant tone? LAURA. Let not imaginary terrors fright. Some dark delufion fwims before thy fight. DIONE.. Oh! where are honour, faith, and juftice flown? Touch not the mournful ftring that wakes thy woc. DIONE. That amorous fwain, whom Lycidas you name, (Whofe faithlefs bofom feels another flame) Is my once kind Evander • yes 'twas he. but lives, alas! no more for me.. LAURA. |