Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 14 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
As though thou knewst not: that Mistress, which did in old time Take young birds fro the nest, and taught them for to be flying, Bull to rebut with a horn, and scaled fish to be swimming, And proudhart Peacock her painted train to be spreading. What's her name? Thy. Daphne. Dap. Fie, that's impossible. Thy. And why? Is not dame Daphne trow you, to be deemed a Mistress Sufficient t'enstruct ten thousand such bony lasses? Though in truth they want no skill, nor need any mistress, Coy by kind, and proud by birth, and surly by nature. Yet nurse and mother contend this folly to further, And so make in time young cockerel like to the old crow. Well crowed, gentle Cock: your song may chance be requited: But to the matter in hand, in truth, in truth I remember One odd toy, Thyrsis, that makes me scarcely resolved, Whether Phillis fain and make but a show of a simplesse, Or for a truth doth mean as in outward show she pretendeth. For, last day when I went to the green field near to the cytty, Phillis sat her down by the brook that runs by the green field, And so her countenance composed, as though she required Counsel from that brook, and would, b'aduisd by the water, How to be disposing, and how to be dayntyly ordering Gold wyr'de hair on her head, and how with skill to be setting Call on gold wyr'de hair, and how at last to be sticking Flowers in a golden call, (her lap with flowers was abounding) And now takes up a Rose, and straight way takes up a lily: And compares her cheeks to the Rose, and neck to the Lily: And then smiles for joy, seeing her lowly triumphant Cheeks more red than a Rose, and neck more white than a Lily, And disdaigns poor flowers, and thus seems them to be scorning, Foolish paltry herbs, your pied coat's nought to my countenance, Your flowers nought to my face, your bravery nought to my beauty, Foolish paltry weeds, I do bear you often about me, For your own disgrace, and not for a grace to my person, That your fading flowers may serve as a foil for a Phillis. As she was all this while pruning herself by the water, Princking and pranking, at last by chance she reflected Her bright beams sydeward, and then saw well, that I saw her, And was ashamed and blushed, and let fair Lily be falling. More that Daphne laughed, more Phillis still was a blushing, More that Phillis blushed, more Daphne still was a laughing. Buy yet, her hair half trest, half untrest well she remembered, And with a stealing eye to the waterglasse she repaired, Spying whether I spied; and see's herself to be undressed, And yet likes herself, seeing herself to be seemly Though undressed, for I saw, yet would not seem to be seeing.
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As though thou knewst not: that Mystres, which did in ould tyme Take yong byrds fro the neast, and taught them for to be flying, Bull to rebut with a horne, and skaled fish to be swymming, And proudhart Peacock her paynted trayne to be spreading. Whats her name? Thy. Daphne. Dap. Fy, that's impossible. Thy. And why? Is not dame Daphne trow you, to be deemed a Mystres Sufficient t'enstruct ten thousand such bony lasses? Though in truth they want noe skill, nor neede any mystres, Coy by kinde, and proud by byrth, and surly by nature. Yet nource and mother contend this folly to further, And soe make in tyme yong cockrell lyke to the ould crowe. Well crow'd, gentle Cock: your song may chaunce be requyted: But to the matter in hand, in truth, in truth I remember One odd toy, Thyrsis, that makes mee scarcely resolued, Wheather Phillis fayne and make but a shew of a symplesse, Or for a truth doth meane as in outward shewe shee pretendeth. For, last day when I went to the greene fyeld neare to the cytty, Phillis sate her downe by the brooke that runs by the greene fyeld, And soe her count'nance composd, as though she requyred Counsayle from that brooke, and would, b'aduisd by the water, How to be disposing, and how to be dayntyly ordring Gold wyr'de hayre on her head, and how with skill to be setting Call on gold wyr'de hayre, and how at last to be sticking Flowres in a golden call, (her lap with flowrs was abounding) And now takes vp a Rose, and straight way takes vp a Lylly: And compares her cheekes to the Rose, and neck to the Lilly: And then smyles for ioy, seeing her louly triumphant Cheekes more red than a Rose, and neck more white than a Lilly, And disdaigns poore flowrs, and thus seemes them to be scornyng, Foolish paltery hearbs, your pyde coat's nought to my countnance, Your flowr's naught to my face, your brauery nought to my beauty, Foolish paltery weedes, I doo beare you often about mee, For your owne disgrace, and not for a grace to my person, That your fading flowrs may serue as a foyle for a Phillis. As she was all this while pruning herself by the water, Princking and prancking, at last by chaunce she reflected Her bright beames sydeward, and then saw well, that I saw her, And was asham'd and blusht, and let fayre Lilly be falling. More that Daphne laught, more Phillis still was a blushing, More that Phillis blusht, more Daphne still was a laughing. Buy yet, her hayre half trest, half vntrest well she remembred, And with a stealing eye to the waterglasse she repayred, Spying whether I spyde; and see's herself to be vndrest, And yet lykes herself, seeing herself to be seemely Though vndrest, for I saw, yet would not seeme to bee seeing.