Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 479 words
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Forgive me first, and then I will begin By my endeavours and true services To deserve something of you, if not love. There is not that hard heartedness in man Which I did think, for he repents I see: O Daphnis, if thou mean'st not this as scorn, Take me into thine arms, and I will be Thy slave. O say not so, let me Rather be thine; it will be pride in me To be ambitious of it. Oh my heart! What sudden joy thou strik'st into it now! But yet methinks I fear thou dost not love me. Why should you fear? by Pan you are to me whate'er you can imagine; equal, above All that I ere thought fair; and if you be Content to hide my faults, and take me to Your nuptial bed, (which yet I dare not hope) But if you will, when ere that day shall come, Th'embraces of my love and me, shall be Such as the Cyprian boy from our abundance, Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts, Yet leave with us a flame, which we will cherish, And keep alive unto eternity. Women are ever credulous most then, When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them: I dare not now distrust you, though I knew, What you have said, were false, it has a semblance Of such a pleasing truth: Give me thy hand, And take thou mine; whilst we walk thus entwined I shall think Daphnis never was unkind. WHat, are they dead? Is the king's will obeyed? No Sir, they live, and Hymen in his bands Has tied them both; the happiest knot that ere Knit two such equal hearts, and loves together: Oh I am ravished with the news, my joy Is greater now, then if sh'had been the daughter Unto our King, and I had married her. I am amazed; pray Jove thou be'st not mad. Somewhat exalted, Sir, beyond my myself, But yet not mad: Go, Sir, unto the King, Tell him, Cleander lives to make him happy. Sure thou wilt come unto thyself anon, Prithee bethink thee. Yes Sir, I do think, And know that I have news to make him live, And you an age yet longer. This is strange. 'tis true. But what is true? 'tis true, my Sister Shall be a Queen. If she do live, I think She will; but yet you know we were commanded To cut that life off. But your hasty son, That came so speedy with a fatal message, Was not so forward now; they both do live, And both are married. Jupiter forbid. The Fates command it, 'tis their proper work: The Shepherd is a Prince, your Prince, and mine, And married to my Sister, Ha! what's that? Prithee digest thy troubled thoughts, and tell me What Prince is this thou mean'st?
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Forgive me firſt, and then I will beginne By my endeavours and true ſervices To deſerve ſomething of you, if not love. There is not that hard heartedneſſe in man Which I did thinke, for he repents I ſee: O Daphnis, if thou mean'ſt not this as ſcorne, Take me into thine armes, and I will be Thy ſlave. O ſay not ſo, let me Rather be thine; it will be pride in me To be ambitious of it. Oh my heart! What ſuddaine joy thou ſtrik'ſt into it now! But yet methinkes I feare thou doſt not love me. Why ſhould you feare? by Pan you are to me What ere you can imagine; equall, above All that I ere thought faire; and if you be Content to hide my faults, and take me to Your nuptiall bed, (which yet I dare not hope) But if you will, when ere that day ſhall come, Th'embraces of my love and me, ſhall be Such as the Cyprian boy from our abundance, Shall take his fires to kindle other hearts, Yet leave with us a flame, which we will cheriſh, And keepe alive unto eternitie. Women are ever credulous moſt then, When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them: I dare not now diſtruſt you, though I knew, What you have ſaid, were falſe, it has a ſemblance Of ſuch a pleaſing truth: Give me thy hand, And take thou mine; whilſt we walke thus intwin'd I ſhall thinke Daphnis never was unkind. WHat, are they dead? Is the Kings will obey'd? No Sir, they live, and Hymen in his bands Has ty'd them both; the happieſt knot that ere Knit two ſuch equall hearts, and loves together: Oh I am raviſh'd with the newes, my joy Is greater now, then if ſh'had beene the daughter Unto our King, and I had married her. I am amaz'd; pray Jove thou beeſt not mad. Somewhat exalted, Sir, beyond my my ſelfe, But yet not mad: Goe, Sir, unto the King, Tell him, Cleander lives to make him happy. Sure thou wilt come unto thy ſelfe anon, Prethee bethinke thee. Yes Sir, I doe thinke, And know that I have newes to make him live, And you an age yet longer. This is ſtrange. Tis true. But what is true? Tis true, my Siſter Shall be a Queene. If ſhe doe live, I thinke She will; but yet you know we were commanded To cut that life off. But your haſtie ſonne, That came ſo ſpeedy with a fatall meſſage, Was not ſo forward now; they both doe live, And both are married. Jupiter forbid. The Fates command it, 'tis their proper worke▪ The Shepheard is a Prince, your Prince, and mine, And married to my Siſter, Ha! what's that? Prithee digeſt thy troubled thoughts, and tell me What Prince is this thou mean'ſt?