Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 13 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Then farewell minions, than bristled breasts be the best men. O but alas, Phillis doth know right well, that I want not Man's face or man's heart; but gold and silver I have not, Gold and silver I want, and this makes Phillis abhor me Country learns of town to be bought, and every Malkin Looks for a purse of silk, or a ring, no less than a Lady. Here is an age of gold indeed, gold only triumpheth, Gold rul's and o'er ruls from a milkmaid unto an Empress. Thou, thou wicked wight that first taughtst maids to be Merchants, And mad'st girls sell love; o let thy grave be a dungeon For foul spirits and snakes; o let thy damnable ashes Feel both wind and rain, and bones lie all to be scattered Here and there by the fyelds, bones bruised of every footman, Trodden of every beast, accursed of all the beholders, This wretch, noble love did abase, when he made it a hireling, Made it a slave of gold, and made it a monsterus Hydra, Monster of all monsters that land or water afordeth. But what mean I to curse in vain? since every creature Useth such weapons, as nature gave, to defend him? Claws to the greedy Lions, and foaming tusk to the wild Boar, Winged eggs to a heart, and pleasing face to a woman, Why doel not then deal according unto my nature? Why do I not show force, since nature fram'es me to forcing? I'll take by violence and rape those joys fro the proud girl Which are due to my love, and Phillis stoutly denieth. When she begins herself in wonted well to be washing, (Silent showed me the well, fair well, well worthy a fair lass) I'll rush out from a bush (where first i'll lie as in ambush) And take her napping, when I see occasion offered. If that I once can roll my hand in her hair, let her hardly Scratch and bite and whine, she'll never scape fro my clutches, Till, for a worthy revenge, her blood, my blade be a bathing. Thyrsis, I know too well, that tender-mynded Amyntas Hath long loved this girl; and long may love her, I fear me. And, as I told thee before, my helping hand did I always, And will now much more for thy sake, lend to Amyntas. But more soon may one make gentle a Bear or a Tiger, And tame young wild Bulls, then learn young gyrls any reason, Gyrls as fond as fair: whose rude symplycyty knows not, How their eye-arrowes can pierce men's hearts in a moment. Simple? I never yet could see so simple a woman, But was most expert, though but new crept fro the cradle, In these cosn'ing tricks; and knew her face to be framing, Now with a smile t'allure, and now to repel with a frowning. What skilful Mistress taught them this mystery, Thyrsis?
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Then farewell Mynyons, then bristled brests be the best men. O but alas, Phillis dooth know right well, that I want not Mans face or mans hart; but gold and syluer I haue not, Gold and syluer I want, and this makes Phillis abhorr mee Countrey learnes of towne to be bought, and euery Malkin Lookes for a purse of sylk, or a ring, no lesse than a Lady. Here is an age of gold indeede, gold only triumpheth, Gold rul's and ore rul's from a mylkmayd vnto an Empresse. Thou, thou wicked wight that first taughtst mayds to be Marchants, 'And mad'st gyrles sell loue; ô let thy graue be a dungeon For foule sprytes and snakes; ô let thy damnable ashes Feele both wynde and rayne, and bones ly all to be scattred Here and there by the fyelds, bones bruysed of euery footeman, Troaden of euery beast, accursed of all the beholders, This wretch, noble loue did abase, when he made it a hireling, Made it a slaue of gold, and made it a monsterus Hydra, Monster of all monsters that land or water afordeth. But what meane I to curse in vayne? since euery creature Vseth such weapons, as nature gaue, to defend him? Clawes to the greedy Lyons, and foaming tuske to the wilde Boare, Winged eggs to a hart, and pleasing face to a woeman, Why doel not then deale according vnto my nature? Why doe I not shew force, since nature fram'es me to forcing? Ile take by violence and rape those ioyes fro the proud gyrle Which are due to my loue, and Phillis stoutly denyeth. When shee begins herself in woonted well to be washing, (Silen shewd me the well, fayre well, well worthy a fayre lasse) Ile rush out from a bush (where first ile lye as in ambush) And take her napping, when I see occasion offred. If that I once can rowle my hand in her hayre, let her hardly Scratch and byte and whine, shee'le neuer scape fro my clutches, Till, for a woorthy reueng, her blood, my blade be a bathing. Thyrsis, I know too well, that tender-mynded Amyntas Hath long lou'd this gyrle; and long may loue her, I feare mee. And, as I tould thee before, my helping hand did I alwayes, And will now much more for thy sake, lend to Amyntas. But more soone may one make gentle a Beare or a Tyger, And tame yong wylde Bulls, then learne yong gyrls any reason, Gyrls as fonde as fayre: whose rude symplycyty knows not, How theyr eye-arrowes can pierce mens harts in a moment. Symple? I neuer yet could see soe symple a woeman, But was most expert, though but new crept fro the cradle, In these cosn'ing tricks; and knew her face to be framyng, Now with a smyle t'allure, and now to repell with a frownyng. What skilfull Mystres taught them this mystery, Thyrsis?