Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 476 words
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And must I then be called to life again, To see my life expire before my face? You Fates, if you will take a ransom for her, Then take my life: but you are sure of that You'll say already: for in her one death Two lives are forfeit: Nerina, gentle Nymph, The cause why now I live, open these eyes Once more, and I shall flourish like those plants The sun gives life to: else I fall, and wither, Leaving behind nought but a worthless stem: Speak to thy Hylas, sweet Nerina, speak. Ay me! my daughter, hadst thou lived, perhaps, I might have seen thee married to Daphnis, Now we must see thee buried: Ay me! Hylas. She lives, give me some more of that, That water there, see now she comes again: O gentle destinies, but spare this thread, And cut a thousand courser, speak Nerina, Give me some comfort, give thy father some, Or else behold three lives fall in thy death. You Fates, that keep th' account of all our days, Add but one minute to my life, that I May quit my soul of those two heavy burdens Which now oppress it: Dry your eyes good father, Remember that the Gods do send us nothing But for our good; and if my journey be Shorter than yours, the less will be my trouble: Will you forgive me father, that I have not Paid so much duty to you; as I owed you: Take my good will, I pray, instead of it. See her good Nature: I child, 'tis enough, Thou always wert obedient. Shall I dare To speak my thoughts, and so discharge my soul Of one load yet? ay, do my child, speak freely. I've heard you say, that no sin was so heavy As is ingratitude. 'Tis true, Nerina, How she remembers what her father said! Then be not angry, if I now must tell you, That this poor shepherd, whose swollen eyes you see Covered with tears, for many years now passed Has courted me: but still with such a love, So full of truth and gentle services, That should I not requite him with my love, I should be guilty of ingratitude: Therefore before I die, spray give leave That he may have my dying heart, which living, I still debarred him of. Hylas, thy hand. O stay a little death: here, take thou mine, And since I cannot live the wife of Hylas, Yet let me die so: Sir, are you content? I am, with any thing that pleaseth thee. Tell me, are you so Hylas? O my love, Ask me if I would live amongst the Gods, But ask not this: Sir, have we your consent? You have, it is in vain now to deny it: You see, Dorinda, what her vow's come to.
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And muſt I then be call'd to life againe, To ſee my life expire before my face? You Fates, if you will take a ranſome for her, Then take my life: but you are ſure of that Youle ſay already: for in her one death Two lives are forfeit: Nerina, gentle Nymph, The cauſe why now I live, open theſe eyes Once more, and I ſhall flouriſh like thoſe plants The ſunne gives life to: elſe I fall, and wither, Leaving behinde naught but a worthleſſe ſtemme: Speake to thy Hylas, ſweete Nerina, ſpeake. Ay me! my daughter, hadſt thou liv'd, perhaps, I might have ſeene thee married to Daphnis, Now we muſt ſee thee buried: Ay me! Hylas. She lives, give me ſome more of that, That water there, ſee now ſhe comes againe: O gentle deſtinies, but ſpare this thred, And cut a thouſand courſer, ſpeake Nerina, Give me ſome comfort, give thy father ſome, Or elſe behold three lives fall in thy death. You Fates, that keepe th' accompt of all our daies, Adde but one minute to my life, that I May quit my ſoule of thoſe two heavy burthens Which now oppreſſe it: Dry your eyes good father, Remember that the Gods doe ſend us nothing But for our good; and if my journey be Shorter then yours, the leſſe will be my trouble: Will you forgive me father, that I have not Paid ſo much duty to you; as I ow'd you: Take my good will, I pray, inſteed of it. See her good Nature: I childe, 'tis enough, Thou alwaies wert obedient. Shall I dare To ſpeake my thoughts, and ſo diſcharge my ſoule Of one loade yet? I, doe my childe, ſpeake freely. I've heard you ſay, that no ſinne was ſo heavy As is ingratitude. 'Tis true, Nerina, How ſhe remembers what her father ſaid! Then be not angry, if I now muſt tell you, That this poore ſhepheard, whoſe ſwolne eyes you ſee Cover'd with teares, for many yeares now paſt Has courted me: but ſtill with ſuch a love, So full of truth and gentle ſervices, That ſhould I not requite him with my love, I ſhould be guilty of ingratitude: Therefore before I die, ſpray give leave That he may have my dying heart, which living, I ſtill debar'd him of. Hylas, thy hand. O ſtay a little death: here, take thou mine, And ſince I cannot live the wife of Hylas, Yet let me die ſo: Sir, are you content? I am, with any thing that pleaſeth thee. Tell me, are you ſo Hylas? O my love, Aske me if I would live amongſt the Gods, But aske not this: Sir, have we your conſent? You have, it is in vaine now to denie it: You ſee, Dorinda, what her vow's come to.