Rivers of gorie blood into the Sea,
In sted of Waters shall most swiftlie runne;
The hugie Ocean drie as land shall be,
And darke as pitch shall shew the glistering Sunne:
 LOVE shall of Love, and kindenes be deprivde,
 And vastie world (sauns people) shall abide.

The Night shall lightsome be as Day most plaine,
The Heavens with their coloured cloudes shall fall,
Fore LOVE in me, a new IDEA frame,
Or my firme Heart, from ALBA alter shall;
 Ah fore I change, let horror stop my breth,
 Unworthie Her, unworthie of this earth.

An Answer.

Bound by Desert, (thy Merits, but not mine)
A Stranger thou, how shall I make amends?
That of thy friendship, such assured signe
(To me scant knowne) such loving Verses sends?
 Thanks give I; that's a yonger Brother's reward,
 Nought els I have, my Fortune is so hard.

My worthles lines th'hast red, (as thou dost write)
But (partiall thou) too much the same dost praise,
To sing still kindly thou dost me invite,
My Glorie (but indeed my Shame) to blaze.
 Alas I cannot; dead is that sweet Fire,

No, no, fair heretic, it needs must be
But an ill love in me,
And worse for thee.

For were it in my power
To love thee now this hour
More than I did the last,
'Twould then so fall
I might not love at all.
Love that can flow, and can admit increase,
Admits as well an ebb, and may grow less.

True love is still the same; the torrid zones
And those more frigid ones,
It must not know;
For love, grown cold or hot,
Is lust or frienship, not
The thing we have;
For that's a flame would die,
Held down or up too high.

ACT II.

Enter Shepherds .

CHORUS.


CHORUS.
Wretched Lovers, Fate has past
This sad Decree, no Joy shall last,
Wretched Lovers, quit your Dream,
Behold the Monster , Polypheme.
See what ample Strides he takes,
The Mountain nods, the Forest shakes,
The Waves run frighted to the Shores.
Hark! how the thund'ring Giant roars.


POLYPHEMUS.


RECITATIVO.

Instruct me now, what love will do;
'Twill make a tongless man to wooe.
Inform me next, what love will do;
'Twill strangely make a one of too.
Teach me besides, what love will do;
'Twill quickly mar, & make ye too.
Tell me, now last, what love will do;
'Twill hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.

Like will to like, each Creature loves his kinde;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashfull minde.

Nothing hard, or harsh can prove
Unto those that truly love.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

From me my Silvia ranne away,
And running therewithall;
A Primrose Banke did cross her way,
And gave my Love a fall.

But trust me now I dare not say,
What I by chance did see;
But such the Drap'ry did betray
That fully ravisht me.

Teares most prevaile; with teares too thou mayst move
Rocks to relent, and coyest maids to love.