Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 16 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 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
No force; i'll keep back. Daph. And then love hasteneth onward. I'll run. Daph. Love hath wings. Thyrs. But short wings in the beginning. lovers feel not love, when love is first a beginning, And when love's once felt, it's too late then to be running. But let my love rest, till again we chance to be meeting, And let Amyntas now, for he most needs, first be relieved. I'll seek him straight way▪ and bring, if I can, the retiring Bear to the stake. Daph. I'll go, but this was far fro my meaning. And, if I guess not amiss, lo yonder he comes, with a downcast Look, and wandering pace, pace and look fit for Amyntas. THyrsis gave good words: I'll see what's done for Amyntas; And, if no thing's done, then afore that I seem to be undone, Myself-murdring hand shall reave this breath from Amyntas Even in Phillis sight, that like as now she delighteth Herself with this wound, loves wound, that cleaves to my heart root, Wound of her own fair eyes: so may she be freshly triumphing At this gaping wound with purpled gore that aboundeth Wound of mine own hands, last wound of murdered Amyntas. Leave of thy mourning: Thyrsis brings news to Amyntas. What news? life, or death? Life, love, bliss, joy to Amyntas, If that Amyntas dare joy, bliss, love, life be a meeting. But then he must be a man, not a mome, man fully resolved, And not shrynck with a shower, as a faint heart fool or a dastard. And what great cowrrage, or what resolution is this? If that thy Phillis should wander alone in a desert, Desert walled about with rocks of monsterus hugeness, Where sharpe-tusked Boars, and Tigers only resorted, Wouldst thou go to thy love by this so fearful a passage? Yea, with a better will, than girls or boys to the stooleball. If thy Phillis were with a thievish company compassed, And saw nought but swords and glistering armour about her, Wouldst thou go to thy love through this same company thievish? Yea, with a greater joy, than thirsting Hart to the fountain, Yet for such exploit, more courage willbe required. I'll with a good will go through scorching flames of a furnace, I'll through swelling streams increased with snow fro the mountains, I'll through damnable hell, through loathsome Styx, to my Phillis, If that can be a hell where heu'ns-ioy Phillis abideth: But say, show me all. Hark then. Tell speedily, Thyrsis, Thy love sits by a well, sits naked, alone, by a wellspring. Phillis sits by a well, and stays for gentle Amyntas, Darest thou go to thy love, and wilt thou go to thy Phillis? What? doth my dear life, doth my love sit by a wellspring? What? doth Phillis alone and naked stay for Amyntas?
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Noe force; ile keepe back. Daph. And then loue hasteneth onward. Ile run. Daph. Loue hath wings. Thyrs. But short wings in the begynning. Louers feele not loue, when loue is first a begynnyng, And when lou's once felt, its too late then to be runnyng. But let my loue rest, til againe wee chaunce to bee meeting, And let Amyntas now, for he most needs, first be releeued. Ile seeke hym straight way▪ and bring, if I can, the retyring Beare to the stake. Daph. Ile goe, but this was far fro my meanyng. And, if I gesse not amysse, loe yonder he coms, with a downecast Looke, and wandring pace, pace and looke fit for Amyntas. THyrsis gaue good woords: Ile see what's doone for Amyntas; And, if noe thing's done, then afore that I seeme to be vndone, Myself-murdring hand shall reaue this breath from Amyntas Eu'n in Phillis sight, that lyke as now she delyteth Herself with this wound, loues wound, that cleaues to my hart roote, Wound of her owne fayre eyes: soe may she be freshly triumphing At this gaping wound with purpled gore that aboundeth Wound of myne owne hands, last wound of murdred Amyntas. Leaue of thy mourning: Thyrsis brings news to Amyntas. What news? life, or death? Life, loue, blisse, ioy to Amyntas, Yf that Amyntas dare ioy, blisse, loue, life be a meeting. But then he must be a man, not a mome, man fully resolued, And not shrynck with a showre, as a feynt hart foole or a dastard. And what greate cowrrage, or what resolution is this? If that thy Phillis should wander alone in a desert, Desert walled about with rocks of monsterus hugenes, Where sharpe-tusked Boares, and Tygers only resorted, Wouldst thou goe to thy loue by this soe feareful a passage? Yea, with a better will, than gyrles or boyes to the stooleball. If thy Phillis were with a theeuish company compast, And saw nought but sweards and glistring armor about her, Wouldst thou goe to thy loue through this same company theeuish? Yea, with a greater ioy, than thirsting Hart to the fountayne, Yet for such exployt, more courage wilbe required. Ile with a good will goe through scorching flames of a fornace, Ile through swelling streames increast with snow fro the mountaynes, Ile through damnable hell, through loathsome Styx, to my Phillis, Yf that can be a hell where heu'ns-ioy Phillis abydeth: But say, shew mee all. Harck then. Tell speedyly, Thyrsis, Thy loue sits by a well, sits naked, alone, by a well-spring. Phillis sitts by a well, and stays for gentle Amyntas, Dar'st thou goe to thy loue, and wilt thou goe to thy Phillis? What? doth my deare life, doth my loue sit by a wellspring? What? doth Phillis alone and naked stay for Amyntas?