Cowley, Abraham · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1633-1636] (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 528 words
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I speak truth's Sir, Some fifteen years ago, as I was walking I found a Nurse wounded, and groaning out Her latest spirit, and by her a fair child, And, which her very dressing might declare, Of wealthy parents, as soon as I came to them I asked her who had used her so inhumanly: She answered Turkish Pirates; and withal Desired me to look unto the child, For 'tis, said she, a nobleman's of Sicily, His name she would have spoke, but death permitted not. Her as I could, I caused to be buried, But brought home the little Girl with me, Where by my wife's persuasions we agreed, Because the Gods had blessed us with no issue, To nourish as our own, and call it Bellula Whom now you see, your wife, your Daughter. Is't possible? Her manners showed her noble. I call the Gods to witness, this is true. And for the farther testimony of it, I have yet kept at home the furniture, And the rich mantle which she then was wrapped in, Which now perhaps may serve to some good use Thereby to know her parents. Sure this is Aphron's sister then, for just About the time he mentions, I remember, The governor of Pachinus, than his Father Told me that certain Pirates of Argier Had broke into his house, and stolen from thence With other things his Daughter, and her Nurse, Who being after taken, and executed, Their last confession was, that they indeed Wounded the Nurse, but she fled with the child, Whilst they were busy searching for more prey. Whom since her father, neither saw, nor heard of. Then now I'm sure Sir, you would gladly pardon The rash attempt of Aphron, for your Daughter, Since fortune hath joined, both of you by kindred. Most willingly: ay, ay, alas! 'twas love: Where should we find him out? I'll save that labour. Where's Hylace pray shepherd? and the rest Of my good Sylvan friends? methinks I would, Fain take my leave of them. I'll fetch them hither. They're not far off, and if you please to help The match betwixt Hylace and Palaemon, 'Twould be a good deed, I'll go fetch them. Ha! whether have you led me Clariana? Some steepy mountain bury me alive, Or rock entomb me in its stony entrails, Whom do I see? Why do you stare my Aphron? They have forgiven all. Come, Aphron, welcome, We have forgot the wrong you did my Daughter, The name of love hath covered all; this is A joyful day, and sacred to great Hymen 'Twere sin not to be friends with all men now. Methinks, I have much ado to forgive the rascal. I know not what to say; do you all pardon me? I have done wrong to ye all, yea, to all those That have a share in virtue. Can ye pardon me? Most willingly. Do you say so fair Virgin? You I have injured most: with love, With saucy love, which I henceforth recall, And will look on you with an adoration, Not with desire hereafter; tell me, pray, Doth any man yet call you his?
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I speake truths Sir, Some fifteene yeares agoe, as I was walking I found a Nurse wounded, and groning out Her latest spirit, and by her a faire child▪ And, which her very dressing might declare, Of wealthy parents, as soone as I came to them I as'kd her who had us'd her so inhumanly: She answered Turkish Pirats; and withall Desired me to looke unto the child, For 'tis, said she, a Noblemans of Sicily, His name she would have spoke, but death permitted not. Her as I could, I caused to be buried, But brought home the little Girle with me, Where by my wives perswasions wee agreed, Because the Gods had blest us with no issue, To nourish as our owne, and call it Bellula Whom now you see, your wife, your Daughter. Is't possible? Her manners shew'd her noble. I call the Gods to witnesse, this is true. And for the farther testimony of it, I have yet kept at home the furniture, And the rich mantle which she then was wrapt in, Which now perhaps may serve to some good use Thereby to know her parents. Sure this is Aphrons sister then, for just About the time he mentions, I remember, The governour of Pachinus, then his Father Told me that certaine Pirats of Argier Had broke into his house, and stolne from thence With other things his Daughter, and her Nurse, Who being after taken, and executed, Their last confession was, that they indeed Wounded the Nurse, but she fled with the child, Whilst they were busie searching for more prey. Whom since her father, neither saw, nor heard of. Then now I'me sure Sir, you would gladly pardon The rash attempt of Aphron, for your Daughter, Since fortune hath joyn'd, both of you by kindred. Most willingly: I, I, alas! 'twas love: Where should wee find him out? Ile save that labour. Where's Hylace pray shepheard? and the rest Of my good Silvan friends? me thinkes I would, Faine take my leave of them. I'le fetch them hither. They're not farre off, and if you please to helpe The match betwixt Hylace and Palaemon, 'Twould be a good deed, Ile goe fetch them. Ha! whether have you led me Clariana? Some steepy mountaine bury me alive, Or rock intombe me in its stony intrayles, Whom doe I see? Why doe you stare my Aphron? They have forgiven all. Come, Aphron, welcome, We have forgot the wrong you did my Daughter, The name of love hath cover'd all; this is A joyfull day, and sacred to great Hymen 'Twere sin not to be friends with all men now. Methinks, I have much adoe to forgive the rascall. I know not what to say; doe you all pardon me? I have done wrong to yee all, yea, to all those That have a share in vertue. Can yee pardon me? Most willingly. Doe you say so faire Virgin? You I have injur'd most: with love, With saucy love, which I henceforth recall, And will looke on you with an adoration, Not with desire hereafter; tell me, pray, Doth any man yet call you his?