Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Yes, you mean Cleander, Son to Eubulus, who is now your keeper: What Star directed him to find you out? His love forsooth, for so he coloured his Unseasoned boldness, told me, he was not able To want my sight: and so, when every one Had given o'er their strict enquiry of me, He only with too much officiousness, Observed me in the Woods, walking alone: And when I would have shunned him (which perhaps Had I not done, he had not so well known me) He came, and uttered, as his manner was, His tedious complaints; until at length He brought me with him, making no resistance: And to ingratiate himself the more, He said he would convey me where my Father Should have no knowledge of me: I refused it; Willing however to be rid of him. And now you know, it is a full Month since I did return to Court, but left my heart Behind me in those fields, wherein I joyed. Madam, has not the Court more pleasure in it, Than the dull Country, which can represent Nothing, but what does taste of solitude? 'Twas something else that carried you away. 'tis true my Delia; for though thou wert Privy to my departure, yet the cause Thou couldst not tell, which I will now unfold, And think I trust my honour in thy hands, And maiden modesty: 'twas love that did it. Love Madam? sure it is impossible You should find any thing there worth your love. Thou know'st the shepherds, that do dwell about This place (which for their entertainments only The King my father built) did use to come, As now they do, being sent for unto Court: I ever liked their sports, their harmless mirth, And their contentions, which were void of malice, And wished I had been borne just such a one. Your state is better Madam as you are. But I confess the rather, cause there was One amongst them, of a more comely grace (Though none of them did seem uncomely to me) Called Thyrsis; and with him methought I could Draw out my life, rather than any other, Such things my fancy then suggested to me: So well he sung, so passionate his love Showed in his verse, thereto so well expressed, As any one would judge it natural: Yet never felt he flame, till this of me: Often he came, and oftener was desired Of me, nor did I shame in public there Before my father, to commend his graces; Which when I did, the whole Court, as they use, Consented with me, and did strive to make them Greater than I, or any else could think them: At last I was surprised, I could not help it; My Fate with love consenting, so would have it. Then did I leave the Court, I've told thee all.
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Yes, you meane Cleander, Sonne to Eubulus, who is now your keeper: What Starre directed him to finde you out? His love forſooth, for ſo he colour'd his Unſeaſon'd boldneſſe, told me, he was not able To want my ſight: and ſo, when every one Had given o're their ſtrict enquirie of me, He onely with too much officiouſneſſe, Obſerv'd me in the Woods, walking alone: And when I would have ſhunn'd him (which perhaps Had I not done, he had not ſo well knowne me) He came, and utter'd, as his manner was, His tedious complaints; untill at length He brought me with him, making no reſiſtance: And to ingratiate himſelfe the more, He ſaid he would convey me where my Father Should have no knowledge of me: I refuſed it; Willing however to be ridde of him. And now you know, it is a full Moneth ſince I did returne to Court, but left my heart Behinde me in thoſe fields, wherein I joy'd. Madam, has not the Court more pleaſure in it, Then the dull Countrie, which can repreſent Nothing, but what does taſte of ſolitude? 'Twas ſomething elſe that carried you away. Tis true my Delia; for though thou wert Privie to my departure, yet the cauſe Thou couldſt not tell, which I will now unfold, And thinke I truſt my honor in thy hands, And maiden modeſtie: 'twas love that did it. Love Madam? ſure it is impoſſible You ſhould finde any thing there worth your love. Thou know'ſt the ſhepheards, that do dwell about This place (which for their entertainements onely The King my father built) did uſe to come, As now they do, being ſent for unto Court: I ever lik't their ſports, their harmeleſſe mirth, And their contentions, which were voide of malice, And wiſht I had bin borne juſt ſuch a one. Your ſtate is better Madam as you are. But I confeſſe the rather, cauſe there was One amongſt them, of a more comely grace (Though none of them did ſeeme uncomely to me) Call'd Thyrſis; and with him me thought I could Draw out my life, rather then any other, Such things my fancie then ſuggeſted to me: So well he ſung, ſo paſſionate his love Shew'd in his verſe, thereto ſo well expreſt, As any one would judge it naturall: Yet never felt he flame, till this of me: Often he came, and oftner was deſir'd Of me, nor did I ſhame in publique there Before my father, to commend his graces; Which when I did, the whole Court, as they uſe, Conſented with me, and did ſtrive to make them Greater then I, or any elſe could thinke them: At laſt I was ſurpriz'd, I could not helpe it; My Fate with love conſenting, ſo would have it. Then did I leave the Court, I've told thee all.