Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Sir, I did well remember What I had heard of th' Oracle and you, Which with the computation of his years, I found agreeing to make up a truth Which you before assured me; then I asked him, Whether he would be married to the Princess Before he died; he thought that I had mocked him, And said, I practised Tyranny upon him: Then went I to my sister, and desired The same of her; in fine, I saw them both Join hands and hearts together, but the Prince Thought this a dream of life, which certain death Would wake him from, until I did assure him Of his great State, and that his love, whom now He thought to be the Princess, was my Sister, All which I did refer unto your knowledge. This day for ever let it holy be, And you whom love has brought through deep despair, Unto the haven of your happiness, Enjoy each other freely. Of you brave shepherd, (But now my Prince) I shall inquire anon Where, and with whom you lived. Sir, the shepherd, Whom I call father, stays without; Montanus s name is, by whose gentle hands, (as he as often told me) I was rescued first om cold and death, since under his kind roofe fostered, and bred as his. Go call him in, you're welcome both, you may applaud your fortune That brought you such a Shepherd: stay all here, Whilst I go to the King. This day will add More years unto his life, when he shall say, o day shone brighter on Arcadia. We are both come to do our duties to you. as being sent for, and Mirtillus with me, o celebrate your joyes: within a while The Shepherds and the Nymphs will all be here. My old companions shall be welcome all, s you are now; I never shall forget Your courtesy, nor theirs. Nor I the Nymphs Once my dear fellows; but you Mirtillus, Though you did scorn to love, yet could you sing Well, if you listed of it. Can shepherds then despise that Deity which we adore? Madam, I reverence it in you, The perfectest pattern of a constant lover, And in the honour of your Nuptials I have a Song, which if your Grace will hear, 'Twill entertain the time. Let it be sung. Hymen, God of marriage bed, Be thou ever honoured: Thou, whose torches purer light, Death's sad tapers did affright, And instead of funeral fires, Kindled lovers chaste desires: May their love Ever prove True and constant: let not age Know their youthful heat t'assuage. Maids prepare the Genial bed, Then come night, and hide that red Which her cheeks, his heart does burn: Till the envious day return, And the lusty bridegroom say, I have chased her fears away, And instead Of virgin head, Given her a greater good, Perfection, and womanhood. Thanks good Mirtillus, this indeed was proper Unto your subject. Your thrice happy match, Being but now come to my knowledge, made me contract myself into a straiter room, Then the large subject might afford.
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Sir, I did well remember What I had heard of th' Oracle and you, Which with the computation of his yeares, I found agreeing to make up a truth Which you before aſſur'd me; then I ask't him, Whether he would be married to the Princeſſe Before he died; he thought that I had mockt him, And ſaid, I practis'd Tyrannie upon him: Then went I to my ſiſter, and deſir'd The ſame of her; in fine, I ſaw them both Joyne hands and hearts together, but the Prince Thought this a dreame of life, which certaine death Would wake him from, untill I did aſſure him Of his great State, and that his love, whom now He thought to be the Princeſſe, was my Siſter, All which I did referre unto your knowledge. This day for ever let it holy be, And you whom love has brought through deepe deſpaire, Unto the haven of your happineſſe, Enjoy each other freely. Of you brave ſhepheard, (But now my Prince) I ſhall enquire anon Where, and with whom you liv'd. Sir, the ſhepheard, hom I call father, ſtayes without; Montanus s name is, by whoſe gentle hands, (as he as often told me) I was reſcu'd firſt om cold and death, ſince under his kind roofe oſterd, and bred as his. Goe call him in, ou're welcome both, you may applaud your fortune hat brought you ſuch a Shepheard: ſtay all here, Whilſt I goe to the King. This day will adde ore yeares unto his life, when he ſhall ſay, o day ſhone brighter on Arcadia. We are both come to doe our duties to you. as being ſent for, and Mirtillus with me, o celebrate your joyes: within a while he Shepheards and the Nymphs will all be here. My old companions ſhall be welcome all, s you are now; I never ſhall forget our courteſie, nor theirs. Nor I the Nymphs nce my deare fellowes; but you Mirtillus, hough you did ſcorne to love, yet could you ſing ell, if you liſted of it. Can ſhepheards then eſpiſe that Deity which we adore? Madam, I reverence it in you, he perfect'ſt patterne of a conſtant lover, nd in the honour of your Nuptialls have a Song, which if your Grace will heare, 'Twill entertaine the time. Let it be ſung. Hymen, God of marriage bed, Be thou ever honoured: Thou, whoſe torches purer light, Deaths ſad tapers did affright, And inſteed of funerall fires, Kindled lovers chaſt deſires: May their love Ever prove True and conſtant: let not age Know their youthfull heate t'aſſwage. Maides prepare the Genial bed, Then come night, and hide that red Which her cheekes, his heart does burne: Till the envious day returne, And the luſty bridegroome ſay, I have chac'd her feares away, And inſteed Of virgin head, Given her a greater good, Perfection, and womanhood. Thanks good Mirtillus, this indeed was proper Unto your ſubject. Your thrice happy match, eing but now come to my knowledge, made me ontract my ſelfe into a ſtraiter roome, hen the large ſubject might afford.