Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Mine is that restless toil. ist so, Erynnis? You are an idle huswife, go and spin At poor Ixion's wheel! Amyntas. Ha? Am I known here? Amyntas, dear Amyntas— Who calls Amyntas? beauteous Proserpina? 'tis she.— Fair Empress of th' Elysian shades, Ceres' bright daughter intercede for me, To thy incensed mother: prithee bid her Leave talking riddles, wilt thou? How shall I Apply myself to his wild passions! Seem to be What he conceives you. Queen of darkness, Thousupreme Lady of eternal night, Grant my petitions! wilt thou beg of Ceres That I may have Urania? 'tis my prayer, And shall be ever, I will promise thee She shall have none but him. Thanks Proserpina! Come sweet Amyntas, rest thy troubled head Here in my lap:— Now here I hold at once My sorrow and my comfort: Nay lie still. I will: but Proserpina— Nay, good Amyntas.— Should Pluto chance to spy me, would not he Be jealous of me? No. Tisiphone, Tell not Urania of it, lest she fear I am in love with Proserpina: do not Fury! I will not. Pray lie still! You Proserpina, There is in Sicily the fairest Virgin That everblest the land, that ever breathed, Sweeter than Zephyrus! didst thou never hear Of one Urania? Yes. This poor Urania Loves an unfortunate shepherd, one that's mad, Tisiphone, Canst thou believe it? Elegant Urania (I cannot speak it without tears) still loves Amyntas, the distracted mad Amyntas. ist not a constant Nymph?— But I will go And carry all Elysium on my back, And that shall be her jointure. Good Amyntas, Rest here a while!— Why weep you Proserpina? Because Urania weeps to see Amyntas So restless and unquiet. Does she so? Then will I lie as calm as doth the sea, When all the winds are locked in Aeolus jail: I will not move a hair, not let a nerve Or Pulse to beat, lest I disturb her! Hush,— She sleeps! And so do you. You talk too loud, You'll waken my Urania: If Amyntas, Her dear Amyntas would but take his rest, Urania could not want it. Not so loud! What a sad pair are we? How miserable? He that I love is not!— And he that I Do love, loves not; or, if he love, not me. I have undone Amyntas! And my Damon Has undone me. My kindness ruined him. But his unkindness, me; unhappy me! More wretched I, for Damon has his reason, And he may love. But does not: thy Amyntas Returns thee mutual love. True, Amaryllis, But he has lost his reason; mine has love, No reason. Mine has reason, but no love. O me! My Amaryllis, how thy griefs Meet full with mine to make the truest story Of perfect sorrow that ere eye bedewed With tears of Pity! Come Urania: Let's sit together like two marble monuments Of ever weeping misery—
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Mine is that restlesse toile. I'st so, Erynnis? You are an idle huswife, goe and spin At poore Ixions wheele! Amyntas. Ha? Am I known here? Amyntas, deere Amyntas— Who calls Amyntas? beauteous Proserpine? Tis shee.—Fair Empresse of th' Elysian shades, Ceres bright daughter intercede for mee, To thy incensed mother: prithee bid her Leave talking riddles, wilt thou? How shall I Apply my selfe to his wild passions! Seeme to be What he conceives you. Queene of darknesse, Thousupreme Lady of eternall night, Grant my petitions! wilt thou beg of Ceres That I may have Vrania? Tis my praier, And shall be ever, I will promise thee Shee shall have none but him. Thankes Proserpine! Come sweet Amyntas, rest thy troubled head Here in my lap:—Now here I hold at once My sorrow and my comfort: Nay ly still. I will: but Proserpine— Nay, good Amyntas.— Should Pluto chance to spy me, would not hee Be jealous of me? No. Tysiphone, Tell not Vrania of it, least she feare I am in love with Proserpine: doe not Fury! I will not. Pray ly still! You Proserpine, There is in Sicilie the fairest Virgin That everblest the land, that ever breath'd, Sweeter then Zephyrus! didst thou never heare Of one Vrania? Yes. This poore Vrania Loves an unfortunate sheapheard, one that's mad, Tysiphone, Canst thou believe it? Elegant Vrania (I cannot speak it without teares) still loves Amyntas, the distracted mad Amyntas. I'st not a constant Nymph?—But I will goe And carry all Elysium on my back, And that shall be her joynture. Good Amyntas, Rest here a while!— Why weepe you Proserpine? Because Vrania weepes to see Amyntas So restlesse and unquiet. Does shee so? Then will I ly as calme as doth the sea, When all the winds are lock'd in Aeolus jayle: I will not move a haire, not let a nerve Or Pulse to beat, least I disturbe her! Hush,— Shee sleepes! And so doe you. You talk too loud, You'l waken my Vrania: If Amyntas, Her deere Amyntas would but take his rest, Vrania could not want it. Not so loud! What a sad paire are wee? How miserable? Hee that I love is not!— And he that I Doe love, loves not; or, if he love, not mee. I have undone Amyntas! And my Damon Has undone me. My kindnesse ruin'd him. But his unkindnesse, me; unhappy me! More wretched I, for Damon has his reason, And he may love. But does not: thy Amyntas Returnes thee mutuall love. True, Amaryllis, But he has lost his reason; mine has love, No reason. Mine has reason, but no love. O mee! My Amaryllis, how thy griefes Meete full with mine to make the truest story Of perfect sorrow that ere eye bedew'd With teares of Pitty! Come Vrania: Let's sit together like two marble monuments Of ever weeping misery—