Works of John Lyly
Endimion - The Man in the Moone,1591


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ACT V

Scene V.1
[Enter Samias and Dares.]

SAMIAS: Eumenides hath told such strange tales as I may
well wonder at them but never believe them.

DARES: The other old man, what a sad speech used he, that
caused us almost all to weep. Cynthia is so desirous to know
the experiment of her own virtue, and so willing to ease
Endymion's hard fortune, that she no sooner heard the
discourse but she made herself in a readiness to try the event.

SAMIAS: We will also see the event. But whist! here cometh
Cynthia with all her train. Let us sneak in amongst them.
[Enter Cynthia, Floscula, Semele, Panelion, etc. Eumenides, Zontes,
Gyptes, and Pythagoras. Samias and Dares join the throng
.]

CYNTHIA: Eumenides, it cannot sink into my head that I ... [V.1.10]
should be signified by that sacred fountain, for many things
are there in the world to which those words may be applied.

EUMENIDES: Good madam, vouchsafe but to try, else shall I
think myself most unhappy that I asked not my sweet mistress.

CYNTHIA: Will you not yet tell me her name?

EUMENIDES: Pardon me, good madam, for if Endymion awake,
he shall. Myself have sworn never to reveal it.

CYNTHIA: Well, let us to Endymion. [They approach the
sleeping Endymion.
] I will not be so stately, good Endymion,
not to stoop to do thee good; and if thy liberty consist in a ... [V.1.20]
kiss from me, thou shalt have it. And although my mouth
hath been heretofore as untouched as my thoughts, yet now
to recover thy life (though to restore thy youth it be impos-
sible), I will do that to Endymion which yet never mortal man
could boast of heretofore, nor shall ever hope for hereafter.
[She kisses him.]

EUMENIDES: Madam, he beginneth to stir.

CYNTHIA: Soft, Eumenides. Stand still.

EUMENIDES: Ah, I see his eyes almost open.

CYNTHIA: I command thee once again, stir not. I will stand
before him. ... [V.1.30]

PANELION: What do I see, Endymion almost awake?

EUMENIDES: Endymion, Endymion, art thou deaf or dumb?
Or hath this long sleep taken away thy memory? Ah, my
sweet Endymion, seest thou not Eumenides, thy faithful
friend, thy faithful Eumenides, who for thy safety hath been
careless of his own content? Speak, Endymion, Endymion,
Endymion!

ENDYMION: Endymion? I call to mind such a name.

EUMENIDES: Hast thou forgotten thyself, Endymion? Then
do I not marvel thou rememberest not thy friend. I tell thee ... [V.1.40]
thou art Endymion and I Eumenides. Behold also Cynthia, by
whose favor thou art awaked, and by whose virtue thou
shalt continue thy natural course.

CYNTHIA: Endymion, speak sweet Endymion. Knowest thou
not Cynthia?

ENDYMION: O heavens, whom do I behold? Fair Cynthia,
divine Cynthia?

CYNTHIA: I am Cynthia, and thou Endymion.

ENDYMION: Endymion? What do I here? What, a gray beard?
Hollow eyes? Withered body? Decayed limbs? And all in ... [V.1.50]
one night?

EUMENIDES: One night? Thou hast here slept forty years, by
what enchantress as yet it is not known. And behold, the
twig to which thou laidst thy head is now become a tree.
Callest thou not Eumenides to remembrance?

ENDYMION: Thy name I do remember by the sound, but thy
favor I do not yet call to mind. Only divine Cynthia, to whom
time, fortune, destiny, and death are subject, I see and
remember, and in all humility I regard and reverence.

CYNTHIA: You have good cause to remember Eumenides, ... [V.1.60]
who hath for thy safety forsaken his own solace.

ENDYMION: Am I that Endymion who was wont in court to
lead my life, and in jousts, tourneys, and arms to exercise my
youth? Am I that Endymion?

EUMENIDES: Thou art that Endymion and I Eumenides.
Wilt thou not yet call me to remembrance?

ENDYMION: Ah, sweet Eumenides, I now perceive thou art he,
and that myself have the name of Endymion. But that this
should be my body I doubt; for how could my curled locks
be turned to gray hairs and my strong body to a dying ... [V.1.70]
weakness, having waxed old and not knowing it?

CYNTHIA: Well, Endymion, arise. A while sit down, for that
thy limbs are stiff and not able to stay thee, and tell what
hast thou seen in thy sleep all this while? What dreams,
visions, thoughts, and fortunes? For it is impossible but in so
long time thou shouldst see things strange.

ENDYMION: Fair Cynthia, I will rehearse what I have seen,
humbly desiring that when I exceed in length, you give me
warning that I may end. For to utter all I have to speak would
be troublesome, although haply the strangeness may ... [V.1.80]
somewhat abate the tediousness

CYNTHIA: Well, Endymion, begin.

ENDYMION: Methought I saw a lady passing fair but very
mischievous, who in the one hand carried a knife with which
she offered to cut my throat, and in the other a looking glass,
wherein seeing how ill anger became ladies, she refrained
from intended violence. She was accompanied with other
damsels, one of which, with a stern countenance, and as it
were with a settled malice engraven in her eyes, provoked her
to execute mischief. Another with visage sad, and constant ... [V.1.90]
only in sorrow, with her arms crossed and watery eyes,
seemed to lament my fortune, but durst not offer to prevent
the force. I started in my sleep, feeling my very veins to swell
and my sinews to stretch with fear, and such a cold sweat
bedewed all my body that death itself could not be so terrible
as the vision.

CYNTHIA: A strange sight. Gyptes at our better leisure shall
expound it.

ENDYMION: After long debating with herself, mercy overcame
anger, and there appeared in her heavenly face such a divine ... [V.1.100]
majesty, mingled with a sweet mildness, that I was ravished
with the sight above measure, and wished that I might have
enjoyed the sight without end. And so she departed with the
other ladies, of which the one retained still an unmovable
cruelty, the other a constant pity.

CYNTHIA: Poor Endymion, how wast thou affrighted!
What else?

ENDYMION: After her immediately appeared an aged man
with a beard as white as snow, carrying in his hand a book
with three leaves, and speaking, as I remember these ... [V.1.110]
words: 'Endymion, receive this book with three leaves, in
which are contained counsels, policies, and pictures.' And
with that, he offered me the book, which I rejected; where-
with moved with a disdainful pity, he rent the first leaf in a
thousand shivers. The second time he offered it, which I
refused also; at which, bending his brows and pitching his
eyes fast to the ground as though they were fixed to the
earth and not again to be removed, then suddenly casting
them up to the heavens, he tore in a rage the second leaf
and offered the book only with one leaf. I know not whether ... [V.1.120]
fear to offend or desire to know some strange thing moved
me; I took the book, and so the old man vanished.

CYNTHIA: What didst thou imagine was in the last leaf?

ENDYMION: There -- ay, portrayed to life -- with a cold
quaking in every joint, I beheld many wolves barking at
thee, Cynthia, who, having ground their teeth to bite, did
with striving bleed themselves to death. There might I see
Ingratitude with an hundred eyes, gazing for benefits, and
with a thousand teeth gnawing on the bowels wherein she
was bred. Treachery stood all clothed in white, with a ... [V.1.130]
smiling countenance but both her hands bathed in blood.
Envy, with a pale and meager face, whose body was so lean
that one might tell all her bones, and whose garment was so
tattered that it was easy to number every thread, stood
shooting at stars. whose darts fell down again on her own
face. There might I behold drones, or beetles, I know not how
to term them, creeping under the wings of a princely eagle,
who, being carried into her nest, sought there to suck that
vein that would have killed the eagle. I mused that things so
base should attempt a fact so barbarous or durst imagine a ... [V.1.140]
thing so bloody. And many other things, madam, the
repetition whereof may at your better leisure seem more
pleasing. for bees surfeit sometimes with honey, and the
gods are glutted with harmony, and Your Highness may
be dulled with delight.

CYNTHIA: I am content to be dieted; therefore let us in.
Eumenides, see that Endymion be well tended, lest, either
eating immoderately or sleeping again too long, he fall
into a deadly surfeit or into his former sleep. See this also
be proclaimed: that whosoever will discover this practice ... [V.1.150]
shall have of Cynthia infinite thanks and no small rewards.
[Exit, attended by her courtly entourage. Floscula, Endymion,
and Eumenides remain.
]

FLOSCULA: Ah, Endymion, none so joyful as Floscula of thy
restoring!

EUMENIDES: Yes, Floscula, let Eumenides be somewhat
gladder, and do not that wrong to the settled friendship of a
man as to compare it with the light affection of a woman. --
Ah, my dear friend Endymion, suffer me to die with gazing
at thee!

ENDYMION: Eumenides, thy friendship is immortal and not
to be conceived, and thy good will, Floscula, better than I ... [V.1.160]
have deserved. But let us all wait on Cynthia. I marvel
Semele speaketh not a word.

EUMENIDES: Because if she do she loseth her tongue.

ENDYMION: But how prospereth your love?

EUMENIDES: I never yet spake word since your sleep.

ENDYMION: I doubt not but your affection is old and your
appetite cold.

EUMENIDES: No, Endymion, thine hath made it stronger, and
now are my sparks grown to flames and my fancies almost to
frenzies. But let us follow, and within we will debate all this ... [V.1.170]
matter at large. [Exeunt.]

Scene V.2
[Enter Sir Tophas and Epiton.]

TOPHAS: Epi, love hath jostled my liberty from the wall and
taken the upper hand of my reason.

EPITON: Let me then trip up the heels of your affection and
thrust your good will into the gutter.

TOPHAS: No, Epi, love is a lord of misrule, and keepeth
Christmas in my corpse.

EPITON: No doubt there is good cheer. What dishes of delight
doth his lordship feast you withal?

TOPHAS: First, with a great platter of plum-porridge of
pleasure, wherein is stewed the mutton of mistrust. ... [V.2.10]

EPITON: Excellent love-lap!

TOPHAS: Then cometh a pie of patience, a hen of honey, a
goose of gall, a capon of care, and many other viands, some
sweet and some sour, which proveth love to be as it was said
of in old years: dulce venenum.

EPITON: A brave banquet!

TOPHAS: But Epi, I pray thee feel on my chin; something
pricketh me. What dost thou feel or see?

EPITON: [Examining his chin.] There are three or four
little hairs. ... [V.2.20]

TOPHAS: I pray thee call it my beard. How shall I be
troubled when this young spring shall grow to a great
wood!

EPITON: O, sir, your chin is but a quiller yet. You will be
most majestical when it is full fledge. But I marvel that you
love Dipsas, that old crone.

TOPHAS: Agnosco veteris vestigia flamma: I love the smoke
of an old fire.

EPITON: Why, she is so cold that no fire can thaw her thoughts.

TOPHAS: It is an old goose, Epi, that will eat no oats; old ... [V.2.30]
kine will kick, old rats gnaw cheese, and old sacks will have
much patching. I prefer an old cony before a rabbit-sucker
and an ancient hen before a young chicken peeper.

EPITON: Argumentum ab antiquitate. [Aside.] My master
loveth antique work.

TOPHAS: Give me a pippin that is withered like an old wife.

EPITON: Good, sir.

TOPHAS: Then a contrario sequitur argumentum. Give me a
wife that looks like an old pippin.

EPITON: [Aside.] Nothing hath made my master a fool ... [V.2.40]
but flat scholarship.

TOPHAS: Knowest thou not that old wine is best?

EPITON: ~~~ Yes.

TOPHAS: And thou knowest that like will to like?

EPITON: ~~~ Ay.

TOPHAS: And thou knowest that Venus loved the best wine?

EPITON: ~~~ So.

TOPHAS: Then I conclude that Venus was an old woman in
an old cup of wine. For, est Venus in vinis, ignis in igne fuit.

EPITON: O lepidum caput, O madcap master! You were
worthy to win Dipsas, were she as old again, for in your love
you have worn the nap of your wit quite off and made it
threadbare. But soft, who comes here? ... [V.2.50]
[Enter Samias and Dares.]

TOPHAS: My solicitors.

SAMIAS: All hail, Sir Tophas! how feel you yourself?

TOPHAS: Stately in every joint, which the common people
term stiffness. Doth Dipsas stoop? Will she yield? Will she
bend?

DARES: O, sir, as much as you would wish, for her chin
almost toucheth her knees.

EPITON: Master, she is bent, I warrant you.

TOPHAS: What conditions doth she ask?

SAMIAS: She hath vowed she will never love any that hath
not a tooth in his head less than she.

TOPHAS: How many hath she?

DARES: One.

EPITON: That goeth hard, master, for then you must have
none.

TOPHAS: A small request, and agreeable to the gravity of her
years. What should a wise man do with his mouth full of
bones like a charnel house? The turtle true hath ne'er a
tooth.

SAMIAS: [Aside to Epiton.] Thy master is in a notable vein, ... [V.2.70]
that will lose his teeth to be like a turtle.

EPITON: [Aside to Samias.] Let him lose his tongue too,
I care not.

DARES: Nay, you must also have no nails, for she long since
hath cast hers.

TOPHAS: That I yield to. What a quiet life shall Dipsas and
I lead, when we can neither bite nor scratch! You may see,
youths, how age provides for peace.

SAMIAS: [Aside to Epiton and Dares.] How shall we do to
make him leave his love? For we never spake to her? ... [V.2.80]

DARES: [Aside to Samias.] Let me alone.
[To Sir Tophas.] She is a notable witch, and hath turned
her maid Bagoa to an aspen tree for betraying her secrets.

TOPHAS: I honor her for her cunning, for now, when I am
weary of walking on two legs, what a pleasure may she do
me to turn me to some goodly ass and help me to four!

DARES: Nay then, I must tell you the truth: her husband
Geron is come home, who this fifty years hath had her to wife.

TOPHAS: What do I hear? Hath she a husband? Go to the
sexton and tell him Desire is dead, and will him to dig ... [V.2.90]
his grave. Oh heavens, an husband? What death is
agreeable to my fortune?

SAMIAS: Be not desperate, and we will help you to find a
young lady.

TOPHAS: I love no Grissels; they are so brittle they will
crack like glass, or so dainty that if they be touched, they
are straight of the fashion of wax. Animus maioribus instat;
I desire old matrons. What a sight would it be to embrace one
whose hair were as orient as the pearl, whose teeth shall be so
pure a watchet that they shall stain the truest turquoise, ... [V.2.100]
whose nose shall throw more beams from it than the fiery
carbuncle, whose eyes shall be environed about with redness
exceeding the deepest coral, and whose lips might compare
with silver for the paleness! Such a one if you can help me
to, I will by piecemeal curtail my affections towards Dipsas
and walk my swelling thoughts till they be cold.

EPITON: Wisely provided. How say you, my friends, will you
angle for my master's cause?

SAMIAS: Most willingly.

DARES: If we speed him not shortly, I will burn my cap. We
will serve him of the spades, and dig an old wife out of the
grave that shall be answerable to his gravity.

TOPHAS: Youths, adieu. He that bringeth me first news
shall possess mine inheritance. [Exit.]

DARES: [To Epiton.] What, is thy master landed?

EPITON: Know you not that my master is liber tenens?

SAMIAS: What's that?

EPITON: A freeholder. But I will after him.

SAMIAS: And we to hear what news of Endymion for the
conclusion. [Exeunt.]

Scene V.3
[Enter Panelion and Zontes.]

PANELION: Who would have thought that Tellus, being so
fair by nature, so honorable by birth, so wise by education,
would have entered into a mischief to the gods so odious, to
men so detestable, and to her friend so malicious?

ZONTES: If Bagoa had not bewrayed it, how then should it
have come to light? But we see that gold and fair words are of
force to corrupt the strongest men, and therefore able to
work silly women like wax.

PANELION: I marvel what Cynthia will determine in
this cause. ... [V.3.10]

ZONTES: I fear as in all causes: hear of it in justice and then
judge of it in mercy. For how can it be that she that is
unwilling to punish her deadliest foes with disgrace will
revenge injuries of her train with death?

PANELION: That old witch Dipsas, in a rage, having under-
stood her practice to be discovered, turned poor Bagoa to
an aspen tree. But let us make haste and bring Tellus before
Cynthia, for she was coming out after us.

ZONTES: Let us go. [Exeunt.]

Scene V.4
[Enter Cynthia, Semele, Floscula, Dipsas, Endymion, Eumenides, Geron,
Pythagoras, Gyptes, and Sir Tophas. A tree stands by the lunary bank.
]

CYNTHIA: Dipsas, thy years are not so many as thy vices, yet
more in number than commonly nature doth afford or
justice should permit. Hast thou almost these fifty years
practiced that detested wickedness of witchcraft? Wast thou
so simple as not to know the nature of simples, of all creatures
to be most sinful? Thou hast threatened to turn my course
awry and alter by thy damnable art the government that I
now possess by the eternal gods. But know thou, Dipsas, and
let all the enchanters know, that Cynthia, being placed for
light on earth, is also protected by the powers of heaven. ... [V.4.1]
Breathe out thou mayst words, gather thou mayst herbs,
find out thou mayst stones agreeable to thine art, yet of no
force to appall my heart, in which courage is so rooted, and
constant persuasion of the mercy of the gods so grounded,
that all thy witchcraft I esteem as weak as the world doth
thy case wretched. This noble gentleman Geron, once thy
husband but now thy mortal hate, didst thou procure to live
in a desert, almost desperate. Endymion, the flower of my
court and the hope of succeeding time, hast thou bewitched
by art before thou wouldst suffer him to flourish by nature. ... [V.4.20]

DIPSAS: Madam, things past may be repented, not recalled.
There is nothing so wicked that I have not done, nor any-
thing so wished-for as death. Yet among all the things that
I committed, there is nothing so much tormenteth my rented
and ransacked thoughts as that in the prime of my husband's
youth I divorced him by my devilish art, for which, if to die
might be amends, I would not live till tomorrow. If to live
and still be more miserable would better content him, I would
wish of all creatures to be the oldest and ugliest.

GERON: Dipsas, thou hast made this difference between me ... [V.4.30]
and Endymion, that, both being young, thou hast caused me
to wake in melancholy, losing the joys of my youth, and
him to sleep, not remembering youth.

CYNTHIA: Stay, here cometh Tellus. We shall now know all.
[Enter Corsites and Tellus, with Panelion and Zontes.]

CORSITES: [To Tellus.] I would to Cynthia thou couldst make
as good an excuse in truth as to me thou hast done by wit.

TELLUS: Truth shall be mine answer, and therefore I will
not study for an excuse.

CYNTHIA: Is it possible, Tellus, that so few years should
harbor so many mischiefs? Thy swelling pride have I borne ... [V.5.40]
because it is a thing that beauty maketh blameless, which,
the more it exceedeth fairness in measure, the more it
stretcheth itself in disdain. Thy devices against Corsites I
smile at, for that wits the sharper they are, the shrewder
they are. But this unacquainted and most unnatural practice
with a vile enchantress against so noble a gentleman as
Endymion I abhor as a thing most malicious, and will
revenge as a deed most monstrous. And as for you, Dipsas, I
will send you into the desert amongst wild beasts, and try
whether you can cast lions, tigers, boars, and bears into as ... [V.4.50]
dead a sleep as you did Endymion, or turn them to trees as
you have done Bagoa. But tell me, Tellus, what was the cause
of this cruel part, far unfitting thy sex, in which nothing
should be but simpleness, and much disagreeing from thy
face, in which nothing seemed to be but softness?

TELLUS: Divine Cynthia, by whom I receive my life and am
content to end it, I can neither excuse my fault without lying
nor confess it without shame. Yet were it possible that in so
heavenly thoughts as yours there could fall such earthly
motions as mine, I would then hope, if not to be pardoned ... [V.4.60]
without extreme punishment, yet to be heard without
great marvel.

CYNTHIA: Say on Tellus. I cannot imagine anything that
can color such a cruelty.

TELLUS: Endymion, that Endymion, in the prime of his
youth so ravished my heart with love that to obtain my
desires I could not find means, nor to resist them reason.
What was she that favored not Endymion, being young, wise,
honorable and virtuous? Besides, what metal was she made of,
be she mortal, that is not affected with the spice, nay infected ... [V.4.70]
with the poison of that not-to-be-expressed yet always to be
felt love, which breaketh the brains and never bruiseth the
brow, consumeth the heart and never toucheth the skin, and
maketh a deep wound to be felt before any scar at all be
seen? My heart, too tender to withstand such a divine fury,
yielded to love -- madam, I not without blushing confess,
yielded to love.

CYNTHIA: A strange effect of love, to work such an extreme
hate. How say you, Endymion, all this was for love?

ENDYMION: I say, madam, then the gods send me a ... [V.4.80]
woman's hate.

CYNTHIA: That were as bad, for then by contrary, you
should never sleep. But on, Tellus: let us hear the end.

TELLUS: Feeling a continual burning in all my bowels and
a bursting almost in every vein, I could not smother the
inward fire but it must needs be perceived by the outward
smoke; and by the flying abroad of divers sparks, divers
judged of my scalding flames. Endymion, as full of art as wit,
marking mine eyes (in which he might see almost his own),
my sighs (by which he might ever hear his name sounded), ... [V.4.90]
aimed at my heart (in which he was assured his person was
imprinted), and by questions wrung out that which was
ready to burst out. When he saw the depth of my affections,
he swore that mine in respect of his were as fumes to Etna,
valleys to Alps, ants to eagles, and nothing could be compared
to my beauty but his love and eternity. Thus drawing a
smooth shoe upon a crooked foot, he made me believe that
(which all of our sex willingly acknowledge) I was beautiful,
and to wonder (which indeed is a thing miraculous) that
any of his sex should be faithful. ... [V.4.100]

CYNTHIA: Endymion, how will you clear yourself?

ENDYMION: Madam, by mine own accuser.

CYNTHIA: Well, Tellus, proceed, but briefly, lest, taking
delight in uttering thy love, thou offend us with the length of it.

TELLUS: I will, madam, quickly make an end of my love
and my tale. Finding continual increase of my tormenting
thoughts, and that the enjoying of my love made deeper
wounds than the entering into it, I could find no means to
ease my grief but to follow Endymion, and continually to
have him in the object of mine eyes, who had me slave and ... [V.4.110]
subject to his love. But in the moment that I feared his
falsehood, and fried myself most in mine affections, I found
(ah grief, even then I lost myself), I found him in most
melancholy and desperate terms, cursing his stars, his
state, the earth, the heavens, the world, and all for love of --

CYNTHIA: Of whom? Tellus, speak boldly.

TELLUS: Madam, I dare not utter for fear to offend.

CYNTHIA: Speak, I say. Who dare take offense if thou be
commanded by Cynthia?

TELLUS: For the love of Cynthia. ... [V.4.120]

CYNTHIA: For my love, Tellus? That were strange.
Endymion, is it true?

ENDYMION: In all things, madam. Tellus doth not speak
false.

CYNTHIA: What will this breed to in the end? Well,
Endymion, we shall hear all.

TELLUS: I, seeing my hopes turned to mishaps and a settled
dissembling towards me, and an unmovable desire to
Cynthia, forgetting both myself and my sex, fell unto this
unnatural hate. For knowing your virtues, Cynthia, to be ... [V.4.130]
immortal, I could not have an imagination to withdraw him;
and finding mine own affections unquenchable, I could not
carry the mind that any else should possess what I had
pursued. For though in majesty, beauty, virtue, and dignity,
I always humbled and yielded myself to Cynthia, yet in
affections I esteemed myself equal with the goddesses and all
other creatures, according to their states, with myself. For
stars to their bigness have their lights, and the sun hath no
more. And little pitchers, when they can hold no more, are as
full as great vessels that run over. Thus, madam, in all ... [V.4.140]
truth have I uttered the unhappiness of my love and the
cause of my hate, yielding wholly to that divine judgment
which never erred for want of wisdom or envied for too much
partiality.

CYNTHIA: How say you, my lords, to this matter? But what
say you, Endymion, hath Tellus told truth?

ENDYMION: Madam, in all things but in that she said I
loved her and swore to honor her.

CYNTHIA: Was there such a time when as for my love thou
didst vow thyself to death, and in respect of it loathed thy ... [V.4.150]
life? Speak, Endymion. I will not revenge it with hate.

ENDYMION: The time was, madam, and is, and ever shall be,
that I honored Your Highness above all the world; but to
stretch it so far as to call it love, I never durst. There hath
none pleased mine eye but Cynthia, none delighted mine
ears but Cynthia, none possessed my heart but Cynthia. I
have forsaken all other fortunes to follow Cynthia, and here
I stand ready to die if it please Cynthia. Such a difference
hath the gods set between our states that all must be duty,
loyalty, and reverence; nothing, without it vouchsafe Your ... [V.4.160]
Highness, be termed love. My unspotted thoughts, my
languishing body, my discontented life, let them obtain
by princely favor that which to challenge they must not
presume, only wishing of impossibilities; with imagination
of which I will spend my spirits, and to myself, that no
creature may hear, softly call it love. And if any urge to
utter what I whisper, then will I name it honor. From this
sweet contemplation if I be not driven, I shall live of all men
the most content, taking more pleasure in mine aged
thoughts than ever I did in my youthful actions. ... [V.4.170]

CYNTHIA: Endymion, this honorable respect of thine shall
be christened love in thee, and my reward for it favor.
Persevere, Endymion, in loving me, and I account more
strength in a true heart than in a walled city. I have labored
to win all, and study to keep such as I have won; but those
that neither my favor can move to continue constant, nor my
offered benefits get to be faithful, the gods shall either reduce
to truth or revenge their treacheries with justice. Endymion,
continue as thou hast begun, and thou shalt find that Cynthia
shineth not on thee in vain. ... [V.4.180]
[Endymion's youthful looks are restored to him.]

ENDYMION: Your Highness hath blessed me, and your words
have again restored my youth. Methinks I feel my joints
strong, and these moldy hairs to molt, and all by your
virtue, Cynthia, into whose hands the balance that weigheth
time and fortune are committed.

CYNTHIA: What, young again? Then it is pity to punish Tellus.

TELLUS: Ah Endymion, now I know thee and ask pardon of
thee. Suffer me still to wish thee well.

ENDYMION: Tellus, Cynthia must command what she will.

FLOSCULA: Endymion, I rejoice to see thee in thy former
estate.

ENDYMION: Good Floscula, to thee also am I in my former
affections.

EUMENIDES: Endymion, the comfort of my life, how am I
ravished with a joy matchless, saving only the enjoying of
my mistress!

CYNTHIA: Endymion, you must now tell who Eumenides
shrineth for his saint.

ENDYMION: Semele, madam.

CYNTHIA: Semele, Eumenides? Is it Semele? The very wasp ... [V.4.200]
of all women, whose tongue stingeth as much as an adder's tooth?

EUMENIDES: It is Semele, Cynthia, the possessing of whose
love must only prolong my life.

CYNTHIA: Nay, sith Endymion is restored, we will have all
parties pleased. Semele, are you content after so long trial
of his faith, such rare secrecy, such unspotted love, to take
Eumenides? -- Why speak you not? Not a word?

ENDYMION: Silence, madam, consents. That is most true.

CYNTHIA: It is true, Endymion. Eumenides, take Semele.
Take her, I say. ... [V.4.210]

EUMENIDES: Humble thanks, madam. Now only do I begin
to live.

SEMELE: A hard choice, madam, either to be married if I say
nothing, or to lose my tongue if I speak a word. Yet do I
rather choose to have my tongue cut out than my heart
distempered. I will not have him.

CYNTHIA: Speaks the parrot? She shall nod hereafter with
signs. Cut off her tongue; nay, her head, that, having a
servant of honorable birth, honest manners, and true love,
will not be persuaded! ... [V.4.220]

SEMELE: He is no faithful lover, madam, for then would he
have asked his mistress.

GERON: Had he not been faithful, he had never seen into
the fountain, and so lost his friend and mistress.

EUMENIDES: Thine own thoughts, sweet Semele, witness
against thy words, for what hast thou found in my life but
love? And as yet what have I found in my love but bitterness?
Madam, pardon Semele, and let my tongue ransom hers.

CYNTHIA: Thy tongue, Eumenides? What shouldst thou
live, wanting a tongue to blaze the beauty of Semele? Well, ... [V.4.230]
Semele, I will not command love, for it cannot be enforced.
Let me entreat it.

SEMELE: I am content Your Highness shall command, for
now only do I think Eumenides faithful, that is willing to
lose his tongue for my sake; yet loath, because it should do
me better service. Madam, I accept of Eumenides.

CYNTHIA: I thank you, Semele.

EUMENIDES: Ah, happy Eumenides, that has a friend so
faithful and a mistress so fair! With what sudden mischief ... [V.4.240]
will the gods daunt this excess of joy? Sweet Semele, I live or
die as thou wilt.

CYNTHIA: What shall become of Tellus? Tellus, you know
Endymion is vowed to a service from which death cannot
remove him. Corsites casteth still a lovely look towards you.
How say you: will you have your Corsites and so receive
pardon for all that is past?

TELLUS: Madam, most willingly.

CYNTHIA: But I cannot tell whether Corsites be agreed.

CORSITES: Ay madam, more happy to enjoy Tellus than the
monarchy of the world.

EUMENIDES: Why, she caused you to be pinched with fairies.

CORSITES: Ay, but her fairness hath pinched my heart
more deeply.

CYNTHIA: Well, enjoy thy love. But what have you wrought
in the castle, Tellus?

TELLUS: Only the picture of Endymion.

CYNTHIA: Then so much of Endymion as his picture cometh
to, possess and play withal.

CORSITES: Ah, my sweet Tellus, my love shall be as thy
beauty is: matchless. ... [V.4.260]

CYNTHIA: Now it resteth, Dipsas, that if thou wilt forswear
that vile art of enchanting, Geron hath promised again to
receive thee; otherwise if thou be wedded to that wickedness,
I must and will see it punished to the uttermost.

DIPSAS: Madam, I renounce both substance and shadow of
that most horrible and hateful trade, vowing to the gods
continual penance, and to Your Highness obedience.

CYNTHIA: How say you, Geron, will you admit her to
your wife?

GERON: Ay, with more joy than I did the first day; for ... [V.4.270]
nothing could happen to make me happy but only her
forsaking that lewd and detestable course. Dipsas, I
embrace thee.

DIPSAS: And I thee, Geron, to whom I will hereafter recite
the cause of these my first follies. [They embrace.]

CYNTHIA: Well, Endymion, nothing resteth now but that we
depart. Thou has my favor, Tellus her friend, Eumenides in
paradise with his Semele, Geron contented with Dipsas.

TOPHAS: Nay, soft. I cannot handsomely go to bed without
Bagoa. ... [V.4.280]

CYNTHIA: Well, Sir Tophas, it may be there are more virtues
in me than myself knoweth of, for Endymion I awaked, and
at my words he waxed young. I will try whether I can turn
this tree again to thy true love.

TOPHAS: Turn her to a true love or false, so she be a wench
I care not.

CYNTHIA: Bagoa, Cynthia putteth an end to thy hard
fortunes, for being turned to a tree for revealing a truth, I
will recover thee again if in my power be the effect of truth.
[The aspen tree is transformed back into Bagoa.]

TOPHAS: Bagoa? A bots upon thee! ... [V.4.290]

CYNTHIA: Come my lords, let us in. You, Gyptes and
Pythagoras, if you cannot content yourselves in our court
to fall from vain follies of philosophers to such virtues as are
here practiced, you shall be entertained according to your
deserts; for Cynthia is no stepmother to strangers.

PYTHAGORAS: I had rather in Cynthia's court spend ten
years than in Greece one hour.

GYPTES: And I choose rather to live by the sight of Cynthia
than by the possessing of all Egypt.

CYNTHIA: Then follow.

EUMENIDES: We all attend. [Exeunt.]

EPILOGUE
A man walking abroad, the wind and sun strove for
sovereignty: the one with his blast, the other with his
beams. The wind blew hard; the man wrapped his
garment about him harder. It blustered more strongly; he
then girt it fast to him. 'I cannot prevail', said the wind. The
sun, casting her crystal beams, began to warm the man; he
unloosed his gown. Yet it shined brighter; he then put it off.
'I yield', said the wind, 'for if thou continue shining, he will
also put off his coat'.
Dread sovereign, the malicious that seek to overthrow us
with threats do but stiffen our thoughts and make them
sturdier in storms. But if Your Highness vouchsafe with
your favorable beams to glance upon us, we shall not only
stoop, but with all humility lay both our hands and hearts
at Your Majesty's feet.


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