Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 10 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
That with Phillis lips my lips might freshly be charmed: And so charmed I was, so stinged, so deadly bewitched, So sore enchanted with spill-soule spells, that I must needs Either break my heart, or break my love to my Phillis: This breaking of love was a loves-breake; better it had been Harts-breake or necks-breake to the sore hart-wounded Amyntas. Once on a time when Nymphs and Pastors chanced to be sporting. Standing all in a round, and each one whispered a secret Into an others ear, poor fool I began to be buzzing, Phillis, I burn with love, o take compassion on me, Help or I die Phillis: But Phillis strait with a lowering Look and frowning face, and downcast eyes to the ground-ward, Blushed for spite and shame, and gave not a word for an answer, But coweyd her away, and flew fro the place in a fury. From that time, no time would Phillis abide with Amyntas, Lend no eyes to the tears, no ears to the plaints of Amyntas. And now flaxen wheat his ripened stalk to the sickle Hath threetimes yielded, now cheerful spring, to the forest Flowering bows hath brought threetimes, and flowers to the meadow, And each thing but death long since was tried by Amyntas For t'appease Phillis; my death now only remaineth For t'appease Phillis: which death should soon be procured, So that I were once sure that I should by my deadly departure Wring any tears from her eyes, or bring any joy to her hard heart, Make her weep or laugh; and whether should I be wishing? Indeed Phillis tears and mind with mercy relenting Were far better amends for death of murdered Amyntas, And more friendly reward for luckless love of Amyntas, But that I may not wish sweet Phillis mind to be grieved, Nor Phillis fair face and eyes with tears to be blubbered. And what man, madman, can think it possible, if that Once she do hear these plaints, but that she'll yield to be loving? O good Thyrsis, I doubt, for I never gi'en to be speaking, But she recoils fro my words, as subtle snake fro the charmer. Doubt not, I hope ere long, I'll cause her friendly to hear thee. If thou get that I speak, than nought shall I get by my speaking. Mopsus alas Mopsus foretold me my destiny long-since, Soothsayer Mopsus that knows what mystery secret And hidden virtues in stones and herbs be abiding, And by the flight and chirp of birds can tell many wonders. What? that cozening squire, that broke and sells to the old wives Pelting pills in a box, and so scrapes coin fro the country? Hope yet Amyntas a while; for I know there's matter of hoping: Only because Mopsus says there's no matter of hoping: Hope, and meet me again in this same place: for I doubt not But that in one half hour, I'll bring good news to Amyntas.
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That with Phillis lipps my lipps might freshly be charmed: And soe charmed I was, soe sting'd, soe deadly bewitched, So sore inchaunted with spill-soule spells, that I must needes Either breake my hart, or breake my loue to my Phillis: This breaking of loue was a loues-breake; better it had bene Harts-breake or necks-breake to the sore hart-wounded Amyntas. Once on a time when Nymphs and Pastors chaunc't to be sporting. Standing all in a round, and each one whispred a secreat Into an others eare, poore foole I began to be buzzing, Phillis, I burne with loue, ô take compassion on mee, Help or I dy Phillis: But Phillis straight with a lowring Looke and frowning face, and downe-cast eyes to the ground-ward, Blusht for spite and shame, and gaue not a woord for an aunswer, But couueyd her away, and flew fro the place in a furie. From that time, no time would Phillis abide with Amyntas, Lend no eyes to the teares, no eares to the playnts of Amyntas. And now flaxen wheate his ripened stalk to the syckle Hath threetimes yeelded, now cheareful spring, to the forrest Flowring bowes hath brought threetimes, and flowr's to the meddow, And each thing but death long since was try'de by Amyntas For t'appease Phillis; my death now only remaineth For t'appease Phillis: which death should soone be procured, So that I were once sure that I should by my deadly departure Wring any teares from her eyes, or bring any ioy to her hard hart, Make her weepe or laugh; and wheather should I be wishing? Indeede Phillis teares and mynde with mercy relenting Were far better amends for death of murdred Amyntas, And more friendly reward for luckles loue of Amyntas, But that I may not wish sweete Phillis minde to be greeued, Nor Phillis faire face and eyes with teares to be blubbred. And what man, madman, can thinke it possible, if that Once shee doe heare these plaints, but that shee'le yeeld to be louing? O good Thyrsis, I doubt, for I neuer gin to be speaking, But shee recoyls fro my words, as subtile snake fro the charmer. Doubt not, I hope ere long, Ile cause her friendly to heare thee. If thou get that I speake, then nought shal I get by my speaking. Mopsus alas Mopsus foretould me my desteny long-since, Soothsayer Mopsus that knows what mysterie secreate And hidden vertues in stones and hearbs be abyding, And by the flight and chirpe of byrds can tell many wonders. What? that coosnyng squyre, that brokes and sells to the ould wyues Pelting pills in a box, and so scrapes coyne fro the countrey? Hope yet Amyntas a while; for I know ther's matter of hoping: Only because Mopsus say's there's no matter of hoping: Hope, and meete mee againe in this same place: for I doubt not But that in one halfe howre, I'le bring good newes to Amyntas.