Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 9 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.68 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Once on a day (o day, o dismallst day of a thousand) Once on a summers day (o summer worse than a winter) Under a beech (o beech of Amyntas woe the beginning) Phillis sat her down, and down sat Cassiopoea, And I between them both: when a Bee that gathered honey Here and there fro the flowers, conueys herself in a moment Unto the red-rose cheek of smiling Cassiopoea, And there bites and bites fair cheek of Cassiopoea, Thinking sure, (as I think) her red-rose cheeks to be roses. Bee bites, biting smarts, and smarting Cassiopoea Wringeth her hands and cries: But, peace, qd my bony Phillis, Cassiopoea, be still, cry not sweet Cassiopoea: I'll with a word or two soon cause thy pain to be ceasing, I'll soon charm thy cheek; this secret lately I learned Of beldame Sagane, for an ivory comb that I gave her. Then sh'applyes her lips (life-geeving lips to a Lover, And yet alas, yet alas life-taking lips from a Lover) Unto the smarting cheek of whining Cassiopoea, And with a sweet sweet sound her spells she begins to be mumbling: By and by (strange thing) her pain was passed in a moment, Whether charming words did work so mighty a wonder, Or that Phillis mouth (which rather may be believed) Heals where it toucheth by some great grace of Apollo. Then then, whereas afore I desired but to be seeing Hart-inflaming eyes, I desired but to be hearing Soul-inuading voice, sweet voice, and like to the purling Streams of a silver brook that creeps with a lovely resounding Murmur among small stones, or like to the dayntyly warbling Noise of a gentle wind, that makes green leaves to be trembling, Then then alas did I long and look and wish to be joining This my mournful mouth to the mouth of my bony Phillis: And in fine I devised (Love finds out wily devices) How t' obtain my desire: for I feigned, that a wasp fro the bushes Flew to my face in a rage, and poor lips all to be stinged; And my doleful looks did look and crave to be charmed, Though my tongue was afraid, and made no suit to the charmer, Then simple Phillis, who took my tale for a Gospel, Came of her own accord and joined her lips to my sore-lipp, Sore-sick lip God knows: But alas, whilst Phillis a feigned Wound with sweet lips healed, her sweet lips gave me a true-wound, Gave me a mortal wound that ran fro the lips to the liver, Nay, immortal wound that pierced fro the mouth to the marrow. No busy Bee can suck more sweet and sugared honey From sweet-smelling flowers, than was distilled fro the roses Of chery-lipt Phillis by the boiling breath of Amyntas; Although bashful fear was somewhat a curb to my kisses, And restrained my joys: which made me the more to desire that Poisoned bitter-sweet, and feign yet again that I smarted,
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Once on a day (ô day, ô dismallst day of a thousand) Once on a sommers day (ô sommer worse than a winter) Vnder a beech (ô beech of Amyntas woe the beginning) Phillis sate her downe, and downe sate Cassiopoea, And I betweene them both: when a Bee that gathered honny Here and there fro the flowres, conueys herself in a moment Vnto the red-rose cheeke of smiling Cassiopoea, And there bytes and bytes faire cheeke of Cassiopoea, Thinking sure, (as I think) her red-rose cheekes to be roses. Bee bytes, byting smarts, and smarting Cassiopoea Wringeth her hands and cryes: But, peace, qd my bony Phillis, Cassiopoea, be stil, crye not sweete Cassiopoea: Ile with a word or twoo soone cause thy paine to be ceasing, Ile soone charme thy cheeke; this secreate lately I learned Of beldame Sagane, for an yuory combe that I gaue her. Then sh'applyes her lipps (life-geeuing lipps to a Louer, And yet alas, yet alas life-taking lipps from a Louer) Vnto the smarting cheeke of whyning Cassiopoea, And with a sweete sweete sound her spells she begins to be mumbling: By and by (strange thing) her payne was past in a moment, Whether charming woords did woork so mighty a woonder, Or that Phillis mouth (which rather may be beleeued) Heales where it tutcheth by some great grace of Apollo. Then then, whereas afore I desired but to be seeing Hart-inflaming eyes, I desired but to be hearing Soul-inuading voyce, sweete voyce, and like to the purling Streames of a siluer brooke that creepes with a louely resounding Murmur among small stones, or lyke to the dayntyly warbling Noyse of a gentle winde, that makes greene leaues to be trembling, Then then alas did I long and looke and wish to be ioyning This my mournfull mouth to the mouth of my bony Phillis: And in fine I deuisd (Loue fynds out wyly deuises) How t' obteine my desire: for I faind, that a wasp fro the bushes Flew to my face in a rage, and poore lipps all to be stinged; And my dolefull lookes did looke and craue to be charmed, Though my toong was afraid, and made no sute to the charmer, Then simple Phillis, who tooke my tale for a Gospell, Came of her owne accord and ioynd her lips to my sore-lipp, Sore-sick lip God knowes: But alas, whilst Phillis a fained Wound with sweete lipps heal'd, her sweete lips gaue mee a true-wound, Gaue me a mortall wound that ran fro the lipps to the lyuer, Nay, immortall wound that pierst fro the mouth to the marrow. No busie Bee can suck more sweete and sugered honny From sweet-smelling flowrs, than was distild fro the roses Of chery-lipt Phillis by the boyling breath of Amyntas; Although bashful feare was somwhat a curb to my kisses, And restraynd my ioyes: which made me the more to desire that Poisned bitter-sweete, and faine yet againe that I smarted,