# Daphnis and Chloe (Thornley translation)/Book 2
### A Summary of the Second Book

THE Vintage is kept, and solemnized. After that, Daphnis and Chloe return to the fields. Philetas the Herdsman, entertains them with a discourse of Cupid, and Love. Love increases betwixt them. In the mean time, the young men of' Methymne, come into the fields of Mitylene, to hawk and hunt. Their Pinnace having lost her Cable, hey fasten her to the shore with a With. A Goat gnawes the with in pieces. The Ship with the Money, and other riches, is blown off to Sea. The Methymnæans madded at it, look about for him that did it: they light upon Daphnis, and pay him soundly. The Countrey Lads come in to help him. Philetas is constituted Judge. A Methymnæan is Plaintiffe; Daphnis Defendant. Daphnis carries the day. The Methymæans fall to force, but are beaten off with Clubs. Getting home, they complain of injury and loss by the Mytelenians.
The Methymnæans presently command Bryaxis their Generall to move with 10 Ships against the Mytelenians knowing nothing. They land at the fields, plunder all they can lay their hands on, and carry away Chloe. Daphnis knowing it, would dye; but the Nymphs comfort him. Pan sends a Terrour (which is rarely described) upon the Methymnæans; and warns their Captain in his sleep, to bring back Chloe. The Captain obeyes, and she returns joyfull to Daphnis. They keep Holya-dayes to Pan, and Philetas is there. Lamo tells the story of the Pipe. Philetas gives Daphnis his most artificial Pipe. Daphnis and Chloe proceed to the binding of one another by amorous oaths.

### The Second Book

THIS Autumn now being grown to its height, and the Vintage at hand; every rurale began to stirre and be busie in the fields; some to repair the Winepresses; some to scour the tuns, and hogs-heads; others were making baskets, skeps, and panniers; and others providing little hooks to catch and cut the bunches of the grapes. Here one was looking busily about to find a stone that would serve him to bruise the stones of grapes: there another furnishing himself with a stang, of very dry and smooth wood, to carry away the must in the night, with light before him. Wherefore Daphnis and Chloe for this time laid aside the care of the flocks, and put their helping hands to the work. Daphnis in his basket carried grapes, cast them into the presse, and trod them there; and then anon, out of the Lake, tunn'd the Wine into the Butts. Chloe drest meat for the Vintagers, and served them with drink, the old wine dasht with Fountain-water; and when she had done, gathered grapes of the lower vines. For all the vines about Lesbos incline themselves, and portend their palmits towards the ground, and creep like the Ivie; so that indeed a very Infant, if that his hands be loose from his Swathes, may easily reach and pull a bunch. Now, as they were wont in the Feast of Bacchus, and the solemnization of the Genethliacs of wine; the women that came from the neighbouring fields to help, cast their eyes all upon Daphnis, gave him prick and praise for beauty, and said, he was like to Bacchus himself. And now and then, one of the bolder strapping girls would catch him in her arms, and kisse him. Those wanton praises and expressions, did animate the modest Youth, and more and more inflame him still, but vext and grieved the poor Chloe. But those that were treading in the Presse, cast out various voyces, words and verdicts upon Chloe, and sang the praise of the young Baccha, like to so many Satyrs drunk with love and wine; and wisht that they themselves were sheep, that such a Shepherdesse might tend them. And thus the Girle was pleased too, and Daphnis stung with jealousie. But they wisht the Vintage were done, that they might return to their haunts in the fields; that, instead of that wild, untuned noyse of the clowns, they might hear again the sweet Pipe, or the bleating of the Cattel. And, because after a few dayes, the grapes were gather'd, and the Wines tunn'd into the vessels, and there needed not many hands to help; they drove again their flocks to the fields, and with great joy and exultation worshipt and adored the Nymphs, offering to them the first fruits, clusters hanging on their branches. Nor did they in former time, with negligence ever passe by the Nymphs; but alwaies when they came forth to feed, would sit down by them reverentially in the Cave; and when they went home, would first adore, and beg their Grace; and brought to them alwayes something, either a flower, or an apple, or an apronfull of green leaves, or a sacrifice of milk. And for this great piety and devotion, they afterwards received no small rewards and favours from the Goddesses. And now being got at liberty, they skip, and dance, and sing, and pipe to their flocks. While they thus delight themselves, there comes up to them an old man, clad in his rugg, and mantle of skins, his carbatins, or clouted shooes; his scrip hanging at his back, and that indeed a very old one: when he was sate down by them, thus he spoke, and told his story.
I ( Daphnis and Chloe) am that old Philetas, who have often sung to these Nymphs; and often pip't to yonder Pan; and have led many great herds, by the art of Musick alone; and I come to shew you what I have seen, and to tell you what I have heard. I have a Garden which my own hands and labour planted; and ever since by my old age I gave over fields and herds, to dresse and trim it, has been my care and entertainment; what flowers, or fruits the season of the year teems, there they are at every season. In the spring there are Roses, and Lillies, the Hyacinths, and both the forms of Violets. In the Summer Poppies, Pears, and all sorts of Apples. And now in the Autumne Vines, and Figtrees, Pomegranats, Oranges, Limons, and the green myrtles. Into this Garden, flocks of birds come every morning; some to feed, some to sing. For it is thick, opacous, and shady; and watered all by three fountains; and if you took the Wall away, you would think you saw a Wood. As I went in there yesterday about noon, a boy appear'd in the Pomgranate and Myrtle grove, with Myrtles and Pomgranats in his hand; white as milk, and shining with the glance of fire; clean and bright, as if he had newly wash't himself in all the three transparent Fountains. Naked he was, alone he was; he play'd and wanton'd it about, and cull'd and pull'd, as if it had been his own Garden. Therefore I ran at him as fast as I could, thinking to get him in my clutches. For indeed, I was afraid, lest, by that wanton, untoward, malapert ramping, and hoytie-toitie which he kept in the grove; he would at length break my Pomgranats, and my Myrtles. But he, with a soft and easie sleight, as he listed, gave me the slip, sometimes running under the Roses, sometimes hiding himself in the Poppies, like a cunning, hudling chick of a Partridge. I have often had enough to do, to run after the sucking kids; and tyred my self off my leggs, to catch a giddy young Calf. But this was a certain various businesse, and a thing that could not be catcht. Being then wearied, as an old man, and leaning upon my staff, and withall looking to him, lest he should escape away, I askt what neighbours Child he was; and what he meant to rob anothers mans Orchard so. But he answer'd me not a word; but coming nearer, laught most sweetly, and flung the Myrtle berries at me, and pleas'd me so, I know not how, that all my anger vanisht quite. I askt him therefore, that he would give himself without fear, into my hands, and swore to him by the myrtles, that I would not onely send him away with Apples and Pomegranats, but give him leave, whensoever he pleas'd, to pull the finest fruits and flowers, if he would but give me one kisse. With that, setting up a loud laughter, he sent forth a voice, such as neither the Swan, the Swallow, or the Nightingale has, and turn'd himself into Old Man like to me. Philetas (said he) it would be no trouble at all to me, to give thee a kisse, for it is more pleasure for me to kisse, then for thee to be young again: but consider with thy self, whether such a gift as that be of use to thy age. For thy old age cannot help thee that thou shalt not follow me, after a kiss that I have fired. But I cannot be taken, though a Hawk, or an Eagle, or any other swifter bird, were flown at me. I am not a boy, though I seem to be so, but am older than Saturn, and the whole time of this Universe. I knew thee, when thou wast yet a boy, and kept a great herd in yonder Marsh, and was present to thee, when under those Beeches, thou didst sing, and play on the Pipe for the dear love of Amaryllis. But thou didset not see me, although I stood close by the Maid. It was I that gave her thee in marriage, and thou hast had Sons by her, jolly herdsmen, and Colones. And now I take care of Daphnis and Chloe; and when I have brought them together in the morning, I come hither to thy Garden, and take my pleasure among these groves and flowers of thine; and wash my self in these Fountains. And this is the cause, why thy Roses, Violets, Lillies, Hyacinths, and Poppies; all thy flowers, and thy Plants, are still so fair and beautifull, because they are water'd with my wash. Cast thy eyes round about, and look whether there be any one stem of a flower, any twig of a Tree broken; whether any of thy fruits be pull'd, or any flower trodden down; whether any fountain be troubled, and mudded; and thou (Philetas) of all mortals, rejoyce alone in thy old age. This said, the sweet boy sprung into the myrtle grove, and like a Nightingale, from bough to bough, under the green leaves, skipt to the top, and highest story of the Myrtles. Then I saw his wings hanging at his shoulders; and at his back, between his wings, a little bow with two Darts; and since that moment, never saw him any more. If therefore I wear not now these gray hairs of mine in vain, and by my age, have not got a trivial mind; you two, (O Daphnis and Chloe) are destin'd to Love; and Love himself takes care of you. With this they were both hugely delighted, and thought they heard a Lesbian tale, not a true discourse, or story, and therefore they would ask him questions:
And, what is Love (quoth Chloe then)? Is he a boy, or is he a bird? And, what can he do, I pray you, Gaffer?
Therefore again -- thus Philetas: Love (sweet Chloe) is a god, a young Youth, and very fair, and wing'd to flye. And therefore he delights in youth, follows beauty, and gives our phantasie her wings. His power's so vaste, that that of Jove is not so great. He governs in the Elements, rules in the Stars, and domineers even o're the gods, that are his Peers. Nor have you only dominion o're your Sheep and Goats, for Love has there his range too. All flowers are the works of Love. Those Plants are his creations, and Poems. By him it is that the rivers flow, and by him the winds blow. I have known a Bull that has been in Love, and run bellowing through the Meadows, as if he had been prickt with a Goad; a he-goat too so in Love with a Virgin-she, that he has followed her up and down, through the woods, through the Launs. And I myself, when I was young, was in love with Amaryllis, and forgot to eat my meat, and drink my drink; and for many tedious nights, never could compose to sleep: my panting heart was very sad and anxious, and my body shook with cold: I cryed out oft, as if I had bin thwackt and basted back and sides: and then again, was still and mute, as if I had layen among the dead: I caft my self into the Rivers, as if I had been all on a fire: I call'd on Pan, that he would help me, as having sometimes bin himself catcht with the Love of peevish Pitys: I praised the Echo, that with kindnesse it restored, and trebbled to me, the dear name of Amaryllis: I broke my Pipes, because they could delight, and lead the sturdy herds which way I would, and could not draw the froward girle. For there is no med'cine for Love, neither meat, nor drink, nor any Charm, but only Kissing, and Embracing, and lying naked together. Philetas when he had thus instructed the unskilful Lovers, and was presented with certain Cheeses, and a young Goat of the first horns; blest their love, and went his way. But when they were alone, and had then first heard of the name of love, their minds were struck with a kind of Woodnesse; and they began to compare those things which they had suffer'd in themselves, with the doctrine of Philetas concerning Lovers and Love. The Lover has his Grief and Sadnesse, and we have had our share of that. They are languishing and carelesse to other things: just so are wee. They cannot sleep, and we still watch for the early day. They think they are burnt; and so do we, even in the Fountains and the Brooks. They desire nothing more, then to see, to be near one another: And for that Cause, we call, and rouze the heavy day. This undoubtedly is Love, and we are in Love, and do not know it. Philetas did not lye a little. That Boy in the Garden was seen too, by our Fathers, Lamo, and Dryas; and 'twas he that commanded us to the field. How is it possible for one to catch him? he's small and slim, and so will slip and steal away. And how should one escape, and get away from him by flight? he has wings to overtake us. Shall we flye to the Nymphs, our Patronesses? But Pan, alas, did not help his servant Philetas, when he was mad on Amaryllis. Therefore those remedies, which he taught us, are before all things, to be tryed; Kissing, Embracing, and Lying naked on the ground. It's cold indeed; but after Philetas wee'l endure it. This, to them, was a kind of nocturnal play, and entertainment. When it was day, and their flocks were driven to the field, they ran to kisse, and embrace one another with a bold, impatient fury, which before they never did. Yet of that third remedy, which the old Philetas taught, they durst not make experiment: for that was not onely an enterprise too bold for Maids, but too high for young Goatherds. Therefore ill, as before they spent their nights without sleep, and with remembrance of what was done, and with complaint, of what was not. We have kist one another, and are never the better; we have clipt and embrac't, and that's as good as nothing too. Therefore to lye together naked, is the onely remaining remedy of Love. That must be tryed by all means; ther's something in it without doubt, more efficacious then in a kisse. While they indulg'd these kind of thoughts, they had, as it was like, their sweet, erotic, amorous dreams; and what they did not in the day, that they acted in the night, and lay together stark naked, kissing, clipping, twining limbs. But the next day, as if they had bin inspired with some stronger Numen, they rose up, and drive their flocks with a kind of violence to the fields, hasting to their kisses again; and when they saw one another, smiling sweetly ran together. Kisses past, Embraces past, but that third Remedy was wanting; for Daphnis durst not mention it, and Chloe too would not begin; till at length, even by chance, they made this essay of it: They sate both close together upon the trunck of an old Oak, and having tasted the sweetnesse of kisses, they were ingulf'd insatiably in pleasure, and there arose a mutual contention, and striving with their clasping arms, which made a close compression of their lips; and when Daphnis hugg'd her to him with a more violent desire, it came about that Chloe inclin'd a little on her side, and Daphnis following his kisse, fell o' the top of her. And remembering that they had an image of this in their dreams the night before, they lay a long while clinging together. But being ignorant what after that was to be done, and thinking that this was the end of amorous fruition, most part of the day spent in vain, they parted, and drove their flocks home from the fields, with a kind of hate to the oppression of the night. And perchance something that was right and true had then bin done, but that this tumult and noyse fill'd all that rurall tract. The young gallants of Methymne thinking to keep the Vintage holy-dayes, and choosing to take the pleasure abroad, drew a small Vessell into the water, and putting in their own domestick Servants to rowe, sail'd about those pleasant Farms of Mytelene. For the maritim Coast has many Havens, many good and safe Harbours, and all along is adorn'd with many stately buildings, and stairs. There are besides, many Baths, Gardens and Groves: these by Art, those by Nature; all brave for habitation.
The Ship therefore being arrived and brought into the Bay, they did no harm or injury to any, but recreated themselves with divers pleasures: sometimes with Angles, taking fish from this or the t'other prominent rock: sometimes with dogs or toyles hunting the Hares that fled from the noise of the Vineyards: then anon, they would go a fowling, and take the Wildgoose, Duck, and Mallard, and the flower birds of the Marsh; and so by their pleasure furnisht themselves with a plenteous table. If they needed anything else, they paid the Villagers above the price. But there was nothing else wanting, but onely bread, and wine, and house-room. For they thought it unsafe, the Autumn now in its declination, to quit the Land, and lye all night aboard at Sea. And therefore drew the Vessel ashore for fear of a tempestuous night. Now it hapned, that a Country-fellow wanting a rope, his own being broke, to haul up the stone wherewith he was grinding grapestones for his use in the Winter, sneakt down to the Sea, and finding the Ship with no body in her, loos'd the cable that held her, and brought it away to serve his businesse. In the morning the young men of Methymne began to enquire after the rope, and no body owning the theevery; when they had a little blam'd the unkindnesse and injury of their hosts, they loos'd from thence, and sailing on some leagues, arrived at the fields of Daphnis and Chloe, those fields seeming the likeliest for hunting the Hare. Therefore being destitute of a rope to use for their Cable, they made a Withe of green and long Sallow twiggs, and with that tyed her by her stern to the shore. Then slipping their doggs to hunt those grounds that seem'd fittest for game, they cast their toils. The deepmouth'd dogs open'd loud, and running about, with much barking, scar'd the Goats, that all hurried down from the Mountains towards the Sea; and finding nothing there to eat, some of the bolder mischievous Goats gnaw'd the green Sallow With in pieces. At the same moment there began to be a bluster at Sea, the wind blowing from the Mountains. On a sudden therefore the reciprocation of the waves set the loose Pinnace afloat, and carried her off to the main. As soon as the Methymnæans heard the news, some of them posted to the Sea. Some stayed to take up the doggs, all made a hubbub through the fields, and brought the neighbouring rurals in. But all was to no purpose; all was lost, all was gone. For the ship with an irrevocable pernicity and swiftnesse was carried away. Therefore the Myethymnæns having a great losse by this, lookt for the Goat-herd; and, lighting on Daphnis, fell to cuffe him, tore off his cloathes, and offer'd to bind his hands behind him with a dog-slip. But Daphnis, when he was miserably beaten, implor'd the help of the Countrey Lads, and chiefly of all, cryed out for rescue to Lamo and Dryas. They presently came in and opposed themselves brawny old fellowes, and such as by their Countrey labour had hands of steel; and requir'd of the furious Youths concerning those things that had hapned, a fair legal debate and decision. And others desiring the same thing, they made Philetas the herdsman Judge. For he was older of all those that were present, and famous for Justice among the Villagers. The Methymnæans therefore began first, and laid their accusation against Daphnis, in very short and perspicuous words, as before a herdsman-Judge.
We came into these fields to hunt, wherefore, with a green Sallow with, we left our Ship tyed to the shore. While our dogs were hunting the grounds, his Goats strayed from the Mountains down to the Sea, gnaw'd the green Cable in pieces, set her at liberty, and let her flye. You see her tossing in the Sea; but with what choice, and rich goods laden? all are lost before your face. What rare harnesses, and ornaments for dogs are there? what a treasury of precious silver? he that had all, might easily purchase these fields. For this dammage, we think it but right and reason to carry him away captive, him that is such a mischievous Goat-herd to feed his Goats upon the Sea, as if he were some Marriner. This was the Accusation of the Methymnæans.
Daphnis on the other side, although his bones were sore with basting, yet seeing his dear Chloe there, set it at naught; and spoke in his own defence.
I, in keeping my Goats, have done my office well. For never so much as one of all the neighbours of the Vale, has blamed me yet, that any Kid, or Goat of Mine has broke into, and eaten up his Garden, or browsed a young, or sprouting Vine. But those are wicked, cursed hunters, and have dogs that have no manners, such as with their furious coursing, and most vehement barking, have like Wolves scared my Goats, and tossed them down from the Mountains through the Valleys, to the Sea. But they have eaten a Green With. For they could find nothing else upon the Sand, neither arbute, wilding, shrub, nor Thyme. But the Ship's lost by wind and wave. That's not my Goat's but the fault of Seas, and Tempefts. But there were rich Clothes, Collars, Dogslips, and Silver aboard her. And who that has any wit can believe, that a Ship that is so richly laden, should have nothing for her Cable but a With?
With that Daphnis began to weep, and made the Rusticks commiserate him, and his Cause: so that Philetas the Judge started up, calling Pan and the Nymphs to witnesse, That neither Daphnis, nor his Goats, had done any wrong; but that it was the wind, and Sea, and that of those there were other Judges. Yet by this Sentence Philetas could not persuade and bind the Methymnæans, but again in a fury, they fell to towse Daphnis, and offered to bind him. With which the Villagers being moved, fell upon them like flocks of Starlings, or Jackdawes; and carried him away as he was busling amongst them, never ceasing till with their Clubs they had driven them the Ground, and beaten them from the hills into the other fields. While thus they pursued the Methymnæans, Chloe had time without disturbance to bring Daphnis to the Fountain of the Nymphs, and there to wash his bloody face, and entertain him after he had scaped the danger, with bread and cheese out of her own Scrip; kissing him then far more sweetly then before; for it wanted but a little that then her dear Daphnis had bin slain. But these Commotions could not thus be laid, and at an end; for those Gallants of Methymne having bin softly and delicately bred, and every man his wounds about him, travelling now by Land, with miserable labour and pain, got into their own Country, and procuring a Council to be called, humbly petition'd that their Cause might be revenged, without reporting a word of those things which indeed had happened, lest perchance they should be laughed at for what they had suffered by the Clowns: but accused the Mitylenæans as if they had taken their Ship and Goods in a hostile and warlike manner. The Cityzens easily believed their story, because they saw they were all wounded; and knowing them to be of the best of their Families, thought it just to revenge the injury. And therefore without denouncing a War by any Herald, they commanded Bryaxes their General with ten Sail to infect the Maritim Coast of Mitylene. For, the Winter now approaching, they thought it dangerous to trust a greater Squadron at Sea. On a suddain the next day the General sets sail; and putting to the main, comes up to the maritims of Mitylene, and hostilely invades them, plundering, and raping away, their Flocks, their Corn, their Wine, (the Vintage now but lately over) with many of those that were employed in such businesse. They sail'd up too to the fields of Daphnis and Chloe, and coming suddenly down upon them, preyed upon all that they could light on. It happened, that Daphnis was not then with his Goats, but was gone to the Wood, and there was binding up green leaves to give them for fodder in the winter. Therefore, this incursation being seen from the higher ground, he hid himself in an old hollow tree. But his Chloe was with her flocks, and the enemies invading her and them, she fled away to the Cave of the Nymphs, and begged of the enemies, that they would spare her, and her flocks, for those holy Goddesses sakes. But that did not help her at all. For the Methymnæans did not onely mock at, and rail upon the Statues of the Nymphs, but drove away her flocks and her before them, thumping her along with their Battons as if she had bin a she-goat. But now their ships being laden with all manner of prey, they thought it not convenient to sail any further: but rather to make home, for fear of the winter, no lesse then of their enemies. Therefore they sail'd back again, and were hard put to it to row, because there wanted wind to drive them. These Tumults and Hubbubs ceasing, Daphnis came out of the Wood, into the field they used to feed in; and when he could find neither the Goats, the Sheep, nor Chloe, but onely a deep silence and Solitude, and the Pipe flung away wherewith she entertain'd her self; setting up a piteous Cry, and lamenting miserably, sometimes he ran to the Beech where Chloe sate, sometimes to the Sea, to try if there he could set his eyes on her: then to the Nymphs, whither she fled when she was taken; and there flinging himself upon the ground, began to accuse even the Nymphs as her betrayers: It was from your Statues that Chloe was drawn and ravisht away! and how could you endure to see it? she that made the Garlands for you; she that every morning poured out before you and sacrificed her first milk; and she whose pipe hangs up there a sweet Anathema and Donarie. The Wolf indeed has taken from me never a Goat, but the enemy has my whole flock, together with my sweet Companion of the field; and they are busie killing and flaying the Sheep and Goats, and Chloe now must live in the City. With what face can I now come into the sight of my Father and my Mother, who have lost my Goats, have lost Chloe, and am quite broke, and must now give over my trade. For now I have nothing left to feed, and Daphnis is no more a Goat-herd. Here I'le fling myself on the ground, and here I'le lye expecting my death, or else a second war to help me. And dost thou (sweet Chloe) suffer now in thy self such heavy things as these? Dost thou remember, and think of this field, thy own Beech, the Nymphs, and me? Takest thou any pleasure from thy sheep, and those Goats of mine, which are carried away with thee into Captivity. While he was thus lamenting his condition, by his weeping so much, and the heavinesse of his grief, he fell into a deep sleep, and those three Nymphs appeared to him, Ladies of a tall stature, very fair, half naked, and barefooted; their hair dishevel'd, and in all things like their Statues. At first they appeared very much to pity his Cause; and then the eldest, to erect him, spoke thus:
Blame not us at all ( Daphnis) we have greater care of Chloe then thou thy self her Lover hast. We took pity on her, when she was yet but an Infant: and when she lay in this Cave, took her our selves, and saw her nurst. She does not at all belong to the fields, nor to Lamo, nor his flocks. And even now we have provided, as to her, that she shall not be carried a slave to Methymna, nor be any part of the enemies prey. We have begged of Pan, Pan that stands under yonder Pine, whom you have not honour'd so much as with flowers, that he would bring back thy Chloe, and our Votary. For Pan is accustomed to Camps, and leaving the Plains, has made of late many Wars, and the Methymnæans shall find him an infecting Enemy. Trouble not thy self any longer; but get thee up and shew thy self to Myrtle and Lamo, who now themselves lye cast on the ground, thinking thee too, to be part of the rapin. For Chloe shall certainly come to thee to-morrow, accompanied with the Sheep and the Goats; you shall feed together as before, and play together on the Pipe. For other things concerning you, Love himself will take the Care. Now when Daphnis had seen and heard these things, he started up out of his sleep, and full of pleasure, full of grief, with tears in his eyes, adored the Statues of the Nymphs, and vowed to sacrifice to them, the best of all his she-goats, if Chloe should return safe. And running to the Pine where the Statue of Pan was placed, the legs a Goat's, the head horned, one hand holding a Pipe, the other a Goat dancing to it; that he adored, and made a vow for the safety of Chloe, and promised Pan a he-goat. Scare now with the setting of the Sun, he made a pause of his weeping, his wailing, and his prayers; and taking up the boughs he had cut in the Wood, return'd to the Cottage, comforted the heavy Lamo, and made him merry, refresht himself with meat and wine, and fell into a deep sleep, yet not that without tears, praying to see the Nymphs again, and calling for an early day, the day that they had promised Chloe. That night seem'd to him the longest of Nights; but in it, these wonders were done. The General of the Methymnæans when he had born off to Sea about ten Stadium's, would refresh, after the Incursion and Plunder, his wearied and Sea-sick Souldiers. Coming up therefore to a Promontore which ran into the Sea, winding it self into a half Moon, within which the Sea made a calmer station then in a Port; in this place when he had cast anchor lest the Rusticks should mischieve him from the Land, he permitted them securely to rant and be joviall as in peace. The Methymnæans, because by this direption, they abounded with all things, carows'd, feasted, and danc'd, and celebrated victorials. But the day being now spent, and their mirth protracted to the night; on a suddain all the Land seem'd to be on a light fire; then anon their ears were struck with an impetuous clattering of the Oars, as if a great Navy were a coming: some cryed out, The General must arm; others call'd to have it done; here, some thought they were wounded; there, others saw the shapes of bleeding, falling, dying men. A man would have thought he had seen a kind of nocturnall battel, when yet there was no enemy there. The night thus past in these Spectres, the day arose far more terrible than the night. For on the horns of all Daphnis his Goats, there grew up on a suddain the berried Ivie; and, Chloe's sheep were heard to howl like Wolves in the Woods. Chloe herself in the midst of her flocks, appear'd Crowned with a most fresh and shady Pine. In the Sea itself too, there happened many Wonders, Paradoxes and Prodigies. For when they labour'd to weigh their Anchors, and begone, their Anchors stuck as fast as the Earth; and when they cast out their Oars to rowe, they snapt and broke; the leaping Dolphins with the thumping of their tails, loosened the planks, and broke the ribs of the Barges. From that high Crag which lifted up it self under the promontory, was heard a strange sound of a pipe; for it was not pleasing as a Pipe, but like a Trumpet, or a terrible Cornet, which made them run to their Arms, and call those Enemies whom they saw not at all; insomuch, that they wisht it night again, if as they should have a truce by that. Yet those things which then happen'd might very well be understood by such as were wise; namely, that those Spectres, phantasms and Sounds, proceeded from Pan, shewing himself angry at the Voyagers: yet the Cause they could not conjecture (for no Chappel of Pan's was robbed) untill, about high noon, their Grand Captain, not without the impulse of some Deity, fallen into a sleep, Pan himself appeared to him, and rated him thus:
O ye most unholy and wickedest of Mortals! what made you so bold as madly to attempt and do such outrages as these? You have not only fill'd with war these fields that are so dear to me; but also you have driven away herds of Cattel, flocks of Sheep and Goats that were my care. Besides, you have taken sacrilegiously from the Altars of the Nymphs, a Maid of whom Love himself will write a Story. Nor did you at all revere the Nymphs that look't upon you when you did it, nor yet me, whom very well you knew to be Pan. Therefore you shall never see Methymna, sailing away with these spoils, nor shall you escape that terrible Pipe from the Promontore, but it shall drown you every man: unlesse Thou speedily restore, as well Chloe to the Nymphs, as the herds and flocks to Chloe. Rise therefore, and send the Maid ashore; send her with all that I command thee, and I shall be as well to thee a Convey in thy Voyage home, as to her a Conduct on her way to the fields.
Bryaxis being astonisht at this, started up, and calling together the Captains of the Ships, commanded that Chloe should be sought for among the Captives. They found her presently, and brought her before him; for she sate crown'd with a Pine. The Generall remembering that the pine was the mark and signal distinction which he had in his dream, carried the Maid ashore in the Admiral, with no small observance, and ceremonious fear. Now as soon as Chloe was set on shore, the sound of the Pipe from the Promontore, began to be heard again; not martial and terrible, as before, but perfectly pastorall, such as was used to lead the Cattel to feed in the fields; the sheep ran down the scale of the ship, and not so much as one of them slipt because they were hooved; The Goats more boldly, for they were used to climb the Crags and steeps of the hills. The whole flock encircled Chloe moving as in a dance about her, and with their skipping, and their blaring, shewed a kind of joyfulnesse and exultation. But the Goats of the other Goat-herds, as also the sheep and the herds, stirr'd not a foot, but remain'd still in the ship, as if the Musick of that Pipe did not at all call for them. When therefore they were all struck with admiration at these things, and celebrated the praises of Pan; there were yet seen in both the Elements, things more wonderfull than those before. For the ships of the Methymnæans before they had weighed their Anchors, ran amain; and a huge Dolphin bouncing still out of the Sea, went before and lead their Admiral: On the Land, that most sweet, melodious Pipe, led the flocks of the sacred Shepherdesse, and yet nobody saw the Piper, no body knew from whence the Charm. It was now the time of the second pasturing, and Daphnis having spied from a high stand, Chloe coming with the flocks; crying out mainly, O ye Nymphs, O blessed Pan! made down to the Plains, and rushing into the Embraces of Chloe, in a swoon fell to the ground. With much ado, when he was come to himself with Chloe's kissings, and embraces in her close and warm arms, he got to the Beech where they were wont, and when he was sate down on the trunck, he askt her how she had escap't such a dangerous Captivity as that? Then she told him every thing one after another, how the fresh and berried Ivie appeared on the horns of all the Goats; how her sheep howl'd like Wolves, how a pine sprung up upon her head; how all the Land seem'd on a fire; what horrible fragons and clashings were heard from the Sea, with the two tones of that pipe from the Crag of the Promontore, the one to War, the other to Peace; the terrible Spectres of the night how she was ravisht away; and how she not knowing her way, had for her Companion and Guide, the sweet musick of that strange invisible Pipe.
Daphnis then acknowledged the vision of the Nymphs, and the works of Pan, and storied to her what he himself had seen, and what he had heard; and how, when he was ready to die for grief, his life was saved by the providence, and kindnesse of the holy Nymphs. And then presently he sent her away to bring Dryas and Lamo to the Sacrifice, and all things necessary for such a devotion to Pan and to the Nymphs. In the meantime, he catcht the fairest of all his She-goats, and when he had crown'd it with Ivie in that manner as the whole flock had appear'd to the Enemy, and had poured milk on the horns; in the name of the Nymphs, he struck and kill'd it, and sacrificed it to them; he hanged it up, took off the skin, consecrated that, and made it an Anathema. When Chloe with her Company was come, he made a fire, and some of the flesh being boiled, and some roasted, he offer'd the Aparchœ, the First, and chiefest parts of both to the Nymphs, and filling a Crater with new wine, made a libation; then having made several beds of green leaves, gave himself wholly to eating, drinking, and playing, onely he lookt out now and then, lest the irruption of a Wolf upon him should chance to do something like the enemy. They sung two certain songs in the praise of the Nymphs, the solemn Carmen of the ancient Shepherds. All that night they lay in the fields, and the next day they were not unmindfull of the wonderworking Pan; but took the hee-goat that was Captain and leader of the flock; and when they had crowned him with pine-garlands, they brought him to the Pine; and pouring wine upon his head, with benedictions and thankful praise, they sacrificed him to Pan the preserver, then, the flesh, part roasted, part boiled, they set upon banks of green leaves hard by, in the Meadow: the skin with the horns themselves, they pegged to the Pine close to the Statue, to a Pastoral god, a pastoral Anathema. They offered too, the Primitiæ, or the first carvings of the flesh; Chloe sang, and Daphnis played upon the pipe. These Rites performed, they sate down, and fell to feast. And it happened, that Philetas the Herdsman came up to them, bringing with him certain Garlands to honour Pan, together with grapes hanging still upon the branches. His youngest son. Tityrus came along with him, a ruddy Lad, and grayeyed, stout and fierce, and of a nimble, bounding pace like a Kid. When they saw what the intention of the good old Philetas was, they started up, and all together crowned the Statue of Pan with garlands, and hang'd the palmits with their grapes upon the leaves of the Pine; and then they made Philetas and Tityrus sit down to the Feast, and be their guests, to eat and drink, and celebrate. Then, as old men use to do, when they are a little whittled with wine, they had various discourses and chats among them; how bravely in their youth they had administered the pasturing of their flocks and herds; how in their time they had escaped many invasions, and inroads of Pyrats and Theeves; here one bragged, that he had killed the hugest Wolf that ever came upon the fields; there another, that he had bin second to Pan alone in the skill and art of piping. And this was the crack of Philetas. And therefore Daphnis and Chloe used all manner of supplications to him, that he would communicate with them that Art of piping, and play upon the pipe at the feast of that god, whom he knew to delight so much in the Pipe. Philetas promised to do it, although he excused himself by the short breath of his old age, and so took Daphnis his Pipe. But that being too little for so great an Art, as being made to be inspired by the mouth of a boy, he sent his Son Tityrus for his own, the Cottage lying distant from thence but ten furlongs. Tityrus flinging off his jacket ran naked, swift as a Hind. But Lamo had promised to tell them that Tale of the Pipe, which a Sicilian hired by him for a Goat and a Pipe, had sung to him. This Pipe, That Organ which you see, was heretofore no Organ, but a very fair Maid, who had a sweet and musical voice. She fed Goats, played together with the Nymphs, and sang as now. Pan, while she in this manner was tending her Goats, playing and singing; came to her, and endeavoured to persuade her to what he desired, and promised her that he would make all her Goats bring forth twins every year. But she disdained and derided his Love, and denyed to take him to be her Sweet-heart, who was neither perfect man, nor perfect Goat. Pan follows her with violence, and thinks to force her; Syrinx fled Pan, and his force. Being now a weary with her flight, she shot herself into a Grove of reeds, sunk in the Fen, and disappeared. Pan for anger cut up the reeds; and finding not the Maid there, and then reflecting upon what had happened, invented this Organ, and joyned together imparil, or unequal quils, because their Love was so imparil. So she who then was a fair Maid, is now become a Musical Pipe.
Lamo had now done his Tale, and Philetas praised him for it, as one that had told them a Story far sweeter then any Song: when Tityrus came in, and brought his Father's Pipe, a large Organ, and made up of great quils; and where it was joyned together with wax, there too it was set, and varied with brasse. Insomuch, that one would have thought, that this had bin that very Pipe which Pan the inventor made first. When therefore Philetas was got up, and had set himself upright on a bench, first he tryed the quills whether they sounded clear and sweet; then finding never a Cane was stopt, he played a loud and lusty tune. One would not have thought that he had heard but one Pipe, the Sound was so high, the consort so full. But by little and little remitting that vehemence, he changed it to a softer and sweeter tone; and playing with all the dexterousnesse of the art of Musick, he shewed upon the Pipe, what Notes were fit for the herds of Cowes and Oxen, what agreed with the flocks of Goats, what were pleasing to the sheep. The tones for the sheep were soft and sweet, those of the herds were vehement; and for the Goats, were sharp and shrill. In summe, that single Pipe of his exprest even all the Shepherds pipes. Therefore the rest in deep silence sate still, delighted and charmed with that Musick. But Dryas rising and bidding him strike up a Dionysiac, or Bacchus, fell to dance before them the Epilemion, the dance of the Wine-presse. And now he acted to the Life the cutting and gathering of the grapes; now the carrying of the baskets; then the treading of the grapes in the Presse; then presently the tunning of the Wine into the Butts; and then again, their joyful and hearty carousing the Must. All these things he represented so aptly and clearly in his dancing, that they all thought, they verily was before their face, the Vines, the Grapes, the Must, the Butts, and that Dryas did drink indeed. This third old man when he had pleased them so well with his dance, embraced and kist Daphnis and Chloe. Therefore they two rising quickly, fell to dancing Lamo's Tale. Daphnis played Pan; and Chloe, Syrinx. He wooes, and prayes, to persuade, and win her; she shews her disdain, laughs at his love, and flies him. Daphnis followes as to force her, and running on his tip-toes, imitates the hooves of Pan. Chloe on the other side, acts Syrinx wearied with her flight, and throwes her self into the Wood, as she had done into the Fenne. But Daphnis catching up that great Pipe of Philetas, playes at first something that was dolefull, and bewailing a Lover; then something that made Love, and was persuasive to relenting; then an anacletic, or recall from the Wood, as from one that dearly sought her; insomuch that Philetas, struck with admiration and joy, could not hold from capering: then kissing Daphnis, he gave him that Pipe of his, and commanded him to leave it to a Successour like himself. Daphnis hanged up his own small one to Pan, and when he had kist his Chloe, as returning from a true unfeigned flight, he drove home his Flocks, piping all the way. Chloe too, by the same Musick gathered together her Flocks, the Goats stritting along with the Sheep, because Daphnis walked close by Chloe. Thus till it was night they entertained one another with pleasure, and agreed to drive out their flocks sooner the next morning. And so they did. For as soon as it was day they went out to pasture; and when they had first saluted the Nymphs, and then Pan, afterwards sitting down under an Oak, they had the musick of Philetas his Pipe, in that stillnesse and solitude of the early morning. After that, they kist, embrac'd and hugg'd one another, and lay down both together on the ground, and doing nothing more than so, rose up again. Nor were they incurious of their meat; and for their drink, they drank wine mingled with milk. With all which Incentives being more heated, and made more lively and forward, they practised between them an Erotic Contention, or an amorous Controversie about their Love to one another, and thereupon proceeded to bind themselves by the faith of Oaths. For Daphnis coming up to Pine, swore by Pan, that he would not live alone in this world without Chloe, so much as the space of one day: And Chloe swore in the Cave of the Nymphs, that she would have the same death, and life with Daphnis. Yet such was the Simplicity of Chloe, as being but a Girle, that when she was out of the Cave, she demanded another Oath of Daphnis. Daphnis (quoth she) Pan is a wanton, faithlesse god; for he loved Pitys, he loved Syrinx too. Besides, he never ceases to trouble and vex the Dryads, and to sollicite the Nymphs under the Appletrees. Therefore he, if by thy faithlessnesse thou shouldst neglect him, would not take care to punish thee, although thou shouldst go to more Maids, then there are quills in that Pipe. But do thou swear to me by this flock of Goats, and by that Goat which was thy Nurse, That thou wilt never forsake Chloe, so long as she is faithful to thee; and when she is false and injurious to thee and the Nymphs, they flie her, then take her, and kill her like a Wolf. Daphnis was pleased with this pretty Jealousie, and standing in the midst of his flocks, with one hand laying hold on a she-goat, and the other on a he, swore that he would love Chloe that loved him, and that if she preferred any other to Daphnis, that then in her stead, he would slay that hee-goat. Of this Chloe was glad, and believed him as a poor and harmlesse maid, one that was bred a Shepherdesse, and thought flocks of Sheep and Goats, were proper Numens of the Shepherds.
The end of the Second Book