Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
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Are you resolved to be so cruel? I must, or be as cruel to myself. As sick men do their beds, so have I yet Enjoyed myself, with little rest, much trouble: I have been made the Ball of Love and Fortune, And am almost worn out with often playing. And therefore I would entertain my death As some good friend whose coming I expected; Were it not that my parents— Here; see, I do not come Like a foul murderer to entrap you falsely, Take your own choice, and then defend yourself. 'Tis nobly done; and since it must be so, Although my strength and courage call me woman I will not die like sheep without resistance, If innocence be guard sufficient, I'm sure he cannot hurt me. Are you ready? the fatal Cuckoo on yond spreading tree Hath sounded out your dying knell already. I am. 'Tis well, and I could wish thy hand Were strong enough; 'tis thou deservest the victory, Nay, were not th'hope of Bellula engraven In all my thoughts, I would myself play booty Against myself; But Bellula— come on. This is the wood adjoining to the Farm, Where I gave order unto Clariana My sister, to remain till my return; Here 'tis in vain to seek her, yet who knows? Though it be in vain I'll seek; to him that doth Propose no journey's end, no paths amiss. Why how now? what do you mean? for shame part Shepherds, I thought you honest shepherds, had not had So much of Court, and City follies in you. 'Tis Philistus; I hope he will not know me, Now I begin to see how black and horrid My attempt was; how much unlike Florellus, Thanks to the juster Deities for declining From both the danger, and from me the sin. 'Twould be a wrong to charity to dismiss ye Before I see you friends, give me your weapons. 'Tis he; why do I doubt? most willingly, And myself too, best man; now kill me shepherd— What do you mean? Rise, prithee rise; sure you have wounded him. Deceive me not good eyes; what do I see? My Callidorus dead? 'Tis impossible! Who is it that lies slain there? are you dumb? Who is't I pray? Fair Mistress— Pish, fair Mistress,— I ask who 'tis; if it be Callidorus— Was his name Callidorus? it is strange. You are a villain, and you too a villain, Wake Callidorus, wake, it is thy Bellula That calls thee, wake, it is thy Bellula; Why Gentlemen? why shepherd? fie for shame, Have you no charity? o my Callidorus! Speak but one word— 'Tis not well done to trouble me, Why do you envy me this little rest? No; I will follow thee. O help, help quickly, What do you mean? your Callidorus lives. Callidorus! And will be well immediately, take courage, Look up a little: wretched as I am, I am the cause of all this ill.
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Are you resolv'd to be so cruell? I must, or be as cruell to my selfe. As sick men doe their beds, so have I yet Injoy'd my selfe, with little rest, much trouble: I have beene made the Ball of Love and Fortune, And am almost worne out with often playing. And therefore I would entertaine my death As some good friend whose comming I expected; Were it not that my parents— Here; see, I doe not come Like a foule murtherer to intrap you falsly, Take your own choyse, and then defend your selfe. 'Tis nobly done; and since it must be so, Although my strength and courage call me woman I will not dye like sheepe without resistance, If innocence be guard sufficient, I'me sure he cannot hurt me. Are you ready? the fatall Cuckow on yon spreading tree Hath sounded out your dying knell already. I am. 'Tis well, and I could wish thy hand Were strong enough; 'tis thou deservest the victory, Nay, were not th'hope of Bellula ingraven In all my thoughts, I would my selfe play booty Against my selfe; But Bellula—come on. This is the wood adjoyning to the Farme, Where I gave order unto Clariana My sister, to remaine till my returne; Here 'tis in vaine to seeke her, yet who knowes? Though it be in vaine Ile seeke; to him that doth Propose no journeys end, no path's amisse. Why how now? what doe you meane? for shame part Shepheards, I thought you honest shepheards, had not had So much of Court, and Citie follies in you. 'Tis Philistus; I hope he will not know me, Now I begin to see how black and horrid My attempt was; how much unlike Florellus, Thankes to the juster Deityes for declining From both the danger, and from me the sin. 'Twould be a wrong to charity to dismisse yee Before I see you friends, give me your weapons. 'Tis he; why doe I doubt? most willingly, And my selfe too, best man; now kill me shepheard— What doe you meane? Rise, prithee rise; sure you have wounded him. Deceive me not good eyes; what doe I see? My Callidorus dead? 'Tis impossible! Who is it that lyes slaine there? are you dumbe? Who is't I pray? Faire Mistris— Pish, faire Mistris,— I aske who 'tis; if it be Callidorus— Was his name Callidorus? it is strange. You are a villaine, and you too a villaine, Wake Callidorus, wake, it is thy Bellula That calls thee, wake, it is thy Bellula; Why Gentlemen? why shepheard? fye for shame, Have you no charity? ô my Callidorus! Speake but one word — 'Tis not well done to trouble me, Why doe you envy me this little rest? No; I will follow thee. O helpe, helpe quickly, What doe you meane? your Callidorus lives. Callidorus! And will be well immediatly, take courage, Looke up a little: wretched as I am, I am the cause of all this ill.