Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It seems he cares not for our company. Neither for yours nor any man's beside. He is much altered, since his love was lost; Methinks he is nothing like the man he was. Well then beware my friends how you engage yourselves in love: He is a fair example, And Hylas too, he's drooping for his mistress; Daphnis is mad, they say; if you have a mind To die, or to run mad, then be in love. See where he comes, in what a fume he is. I do not like his fumes: pray let's away. HE will not now be found the Traitor: but where'er he be, nor heaven, nor hell shall save him From my revenge. To take away the life Of that sweet innocent, without whose sight He knew I could not live, and to do this Under the name of friendship: O you Gods, What age can parallel so great a mischief? This is his Magic glass, which had the virtue To make her mine, but sent her to the Gods. Blessed soul, I will revenge thy death, and then I'll follow thee myself. Daphnis, my love, Whither so fast? Now love deliver me; And must you come to trouble me? Be gone; I cannot stay to hear thy tedious follies. Were all your vows then made but to abuse me? Are there not pains to punish perjured men? And will they not o'ertake you? 'Las poor fool, The Gods do laugh at such slight perjuries As come from lovers. Yet it was no conquest To deceive one that would be credulous, A simple maid that loved you. Then I see. There is no end of women's reasoning; Or else this might suffice thee, that I cannot No nor I will not love thee. Never? Never. Go cruel man, and if the God of love Will hear my prayers, thou in thy love shalt thrive, As I in mine: that when thou art forlorn, Thou mayst remember her thou now dost scorn. IT was the cruel practice of my Fate, That lifted me unto the height of bliss, To make my fall the greater: for no sooner Did I enjoy the love of my Nerina, But in a moment she was taken from me: A love so dearly bought with sighs and tears, So many years spent in the gaining her, And lost in one poor minute: It is better Always to live a miserable life, Then once to have been happy: she is dead, And I alive that cannot live without her: 'tis fit that I die too; but by what means? By violence? No, that the Gods forbid. A lingering grief, I need not fear, will kill me, When every day I shall repair, as now, Unto her tomb, and consecrate my tears, And tearing sighs unto her blessed Ghost, Some pitying God, when I'm dissolved away Upon her ashes, will congeal those tears, That they may cloth her dust: whilst some kind shepherd Passing this way does write this on her grave.
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Length
509 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
It ſeemes he cares not for our company. Neither for yours nor any mans beſides. He is much alter'd, ſince his love was loſt; Methinks he is nothing like the man he was. Well then beware my friends how you ingage Your ſelves in love: He is a faire example, And Hylas too, he's drooping for his miſtreſſe; Daphnis is mad, they ſay; if you have a minde To die, or to runne mad, then be in love. See where he comes, in what a fume he is. I do not like his fumes: pray let's away. HE will not now be found the Traitor: but Where e're he be, nor heaven, nor hell ſhall ſave him From my revenge. To take away the life Of that ſweet innocent, without whoſe ſight He knew I could not live, and to do this Under the name of freindſhip: O you Gods, What age can parallell ſo great a miſcheife? This is his Magicke glaſſe, which had the vertue To make her mine, but ſent her to the Gods. Bleſt ſoule, I will revenge thy death, and then Ile follow thee my ſelfe. Daphnis, my love, Whither ſo faſt? Now love deliver me; And muſt you come to trouble me? Be gon; I cannot ſtay to heare thy tedious follies. Were all your vowes then made but to abuſe me? Are there not paines to puniſh perjur'd men? And will they not ore'take you? 'Las poore foole, The Gods doe laugh at ſuch ſlight perjuries As come from lovers. Yet it was no conqueſt To deceive one that would be credulous, A ſimple maide that lov'd you. Then I ſee. There is no end of womens reaſoning; Or elſe this might ſuffice thee, that I cannot No nor I will not love thee. Never? Never. Goe cruell man, and if the God of love Will heare my prayers, thou in thy love ſhalt thrive, As I in mine: that when thou art forlorne, Thou maiſt remember her thou now doeſt ſcorne. IT was the cruell practiſe of my Fate, That lifted me unto the height of bliſſe, To make my fall the greater: for no ſooner Did I injoy the love of my Nerina, But in a moment ſhe was taken from me: A love ſo dearely bought with ſighs and teares, So many yeares ſpent in the gaining her, And loſt in one poore minute: It is better Alwaies to live a miſerable life, Then once to have bin happy: ſhe is dead, And I alive that cannot live without her: Tis fit that I die too; but by what meanes? By violence? No, that the Gods forbid. A lingring greife, I neede not feare, will kill me, When every day I ſhall repaire, as now, Unto her tombe, and conſecrate my teares, And tearing ſighs unto her bleſſed Ghoſt, Some pittying God, when I'me diſolv'd away Upon her aſhes, will congeale thoſe teares, That they may cloath her duſt: whilſt ſome kinde ſhepheard Paſſing this way does write this on her grave.