Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 8 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.69 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Lovely remorse, may take some small compassion on me, And, when 'tis too-late, lament this loss of Amyntas, Shedding some sweet tears for death of murdered Amyntas, His death; whom when he lived, herself did cause to be dying; Saying, O that he were, that he were not a murdered Amyntas, O that he lived now, and were my lover Amyntas. But now hark and mark of cares and woe the beginning. Say on then, for I hark and mark perchance to a better End, than thou thyself canst yet conceive or imagine. When that I was but a wag, young wag, so young, that I could scarce Reach mine outstretched arm to the bending bows of a plum-tree; 'Twas my luck (ill luck) t'acquaint myself with a brave girl, Bravest girl that spreads her golden locks to the tender Wind, fair Phillis I mean, but alas what meant I to mean her? Phillis a flame to the soul, and Phillis a flower to the forest, Phillis a Townish gyrls disgrace, and grace to the country, Phillis a fame to the Park, and Phillis a shame to the Palace, Phillis that first made Cydippe for to be mother, Phillis that first made that rich Montanus a father: With that Phillis I was (most woeful was, when I am not) With that Phillis I lived (o luckless lived, when I live not) Phillis a turtle dove, and faithful turtle Amyntas: Both our bowers were nigh, which made us both to be neighbours, Both our minds more nigh, which caused us both to be fryendly: Both our ages like, which first was cause of a liking, Both our lives more like, which still gave fire to a fancy. If that Amyntas were disposed for to be fishing, Phillis a fishing went: if Amyntas meant to be fowling, Phillis a fowling went: if Phillis longed for a filbert, Younker Amyntas clymbde: if Phillis would be a hunting, Who but Amyntas then, but greene-coate Huntsman Amyntas? Either's sport was like, and either's portion equal. But when Amyntas thus bestowed himself on his angling, Other baits and hooks took secret hold of Amyntas: Whilst that Amyntas thus laid traps and snares for a redbreast, White-brest laid new snares and hidden traps for Amyntas: Whilst that Amyntas I say ran pricking after a Pricket, far more poisoned darts have pricked hartroote of Amyntas. For, by degrees there grew (as an herb that grows of her own self) In my breast there grew, but I witted not whence, a desiring Still to be with Phillis, poor fool, and still to be gazing On those burning lamps, whence still still I sucked a sweetness, Strange kind of sweetness which ended still with a sourness. Oftentimes did I sigh, yet knew no cause of a sighing, And was a lover afore that I knew what 'twas to be loving: But now Thyrsis, I know, and mark, I'll tell thee the manner. Say on Amyntas then; this matter's worthy the marking.
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Length
501 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.691 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Louely remorse, may take some small compassion on mee, And, when tis too-late, lament this losse of Amyntas, Sheading some sweete teares for death of murdred Amyntas, His death; whom when hee lyu'd, herself did cause to be dying; Saying, O that hee were, that hee were not a murdred Amyntas, O that he liued now, and were my louer Amyntas. But now harck and marck of cares and woe the beginning. Say on then, for I harck and marck perchaunce to a better End, than thou thyself canst yet conceaue or imagin. When that I was but a wagg, yong wagg, soe yong, that I could scarce Reach mine outstretcht arme to the bending bowes of a plumtree; T'was my luck (ill luck) t'acquaint myself with a braue gyrle, Brauest gyrle that spreades her golden locks to the tender Wynde, faire Phillis I meane, but alas what meant I to meane her? Phillis a flame to the soule, and Phillis a flowre to the forrest, Phillis a Townish gyrls disgrace, and grace to the countrey, Phillis a fame to the Parck, and Phillis a shame to the Pallace, Phillis that first made Cydippe for to be mother, Phillis that first made that rich Montanus a father: With that Phillis I was (most woeful was, when I am not) With that Phillis I lyu'd (ô luckles lyu'd, when I lyue not) Phillis a turtle doue, and faithful turtle Amyntas: Both our bowres were nye, which made vs both to be neighbours, Both our mynds more nye, which causd vs both to be fryendly: Both our ages lyke, which first was cause of a lyking, Both our lyues more lyke, which stil gaue fyre to a fancie. If that Amyntas were disposed for to be fishing, Phillis a fishing went: if Amyntas meant to be fowling, Phillis a fowling went: if Phillis longd for a filberd, Yonker Amyntas clymbde: if Phillis would be a hunting, Whoe but Amyntas then, but greene-coate Huntsman Amyntas? Eithers sport was lyke, and eythers portion aequall. But when Amyntas thus bestow'd himself on his angling, Other bayts and hookes tooke secreate hould of Amyntas: Whilst that Amyntas thus layd trapps and snares for a Redbrest, White-brest layd new snares and hidden trapps for Amyntas: Whilst that Amyntas I say ran pricking after a Pricket, Farre more poysned darts haue prickt hart-roote of Amyntas. For, by degrees there grew (as an hearb that grows of her owne self) In my brest there grew, but I wist not whence, a desiring Still to be with Phillis, poore foole, and stil to be gazing On those burning lamps, whence stil stil I sucked a sweetnes, Strange kinde of sweetnes which ended stil with a sowrenes. Oftentimes did I sigh, yet knew no cause of a sighing, And was a louer afore that I knew what t'was to be louing: But now Thyrsis, I know, and mark, Ile tell thee the manner. Say on Amyntas then; this matter's worthy the marking.