There must be love, there is love: what art thou?
SONG.
Stre. Orpheus I am, come from the deeps below,
To thee fond man the plagues of love to show:
To the fair fields where loves eternal dwell
There's none that come, but first they pass through hell:
Hark and beware unless thou hast lov'd ever,
Belov'd again, thou shalt see those joyes never.
Hark how they groan that dy'd despairing,
O take heed then:
Hark how they howl for over-daring,
All these were men.
They that be fools, and dye for fame
They lose their name;
And they that bleed
Hark how they speed.
Now in cold frosts, now scorching fires
They sit, and curse their lost desires:
Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears,
Till Women waft them over in their tears.
Mem. How should I know my passage is deni'd me?
Or which of all the Devils dare?
Eumen. This Song
Was rarely form'd to fit him.
SONG.
Orph. Charon O Charon,
Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or bane.
Cha. Who calls the Ferry-man of Hell?
Orph. Come near,
And say who lives in joy, and who in fear.
Cha. Those that dye well, Eternal joy shall follow;
Those that dye ill, their own foul fate shall swallow.
Orph. Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stow
That kill themselves for love?
Cha. O no, no,
My cordage cracks when such great sins are near,
No wind blows fair, nor I myself can stear.
Orph. What lovers pass and in Elyzium raign?
Cha. Those Gentle loves that are belov'd again.
Orph. This Souldier loves, and fain wou'd dye to win,
Shall he goe on?
Cha. No 'tis too foul a sin.
He must not come aboard: I dare not row,
Storms of despair, and guilty blood will blow.
Orph. Shall time release him, say?
Cha. No, no, no, no.
Nor time nor death can alter us, nor prayer;
My boat is destinie, and who then dare
But those appointed come aboard? Live still,
And love by reason, Mortal, not by will.
Orph. And when thy Mistris shall close up thine eyes,
Cha. Then come aboard and pass,
Orph. Till when be wise.
Cha. Till when be wise.
Eumen. How still he sits: I hope this Song has setled him.
1 Capt. He bites his lip, and rowles his fiery eyes, yet
I fear for all this—
2 Capt. Stremon still apply to him.
Strem. Give me more room, sweetly strike, divinely
Such strains as old earth moves at.
Orph. The power I have over both beast and plant,
Thou man alone feelst miserable want. [Musick.
Strike you rare Spirits that attend my will,
And lose your savage wildness by my skill.