Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 21 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Fie for shame: leave of these wicked words; for I know, that Bashfulness, not pride, made Phillis run from Amyntas. Owretch; sole despair, that drives all hope from Amyntas, Is my sole comfort: fond hope first wounded Amyntas; And fond hope, even now (o endless grief) is a budding In my baleful breast, and only because that I live yet, Which is of all others the devourïngst worm to the wretched. Live yet wretched a while, and keep thyself for a comfort; Think thou see'st Phillis sit naked still by the wellspring. Had not fell fortune and lewd love plagued Amyntas With pains sufficient, but wellsprings must be presented Unto my eyes: and then to my scorched tongue be denied? What? shall I then be the Crow, whose never-lucky resounding Still brings baleful news? shall I first bring death to the aged Father Montanus, whose gray-hairs now be deprived Of their chief comfort, fair Phillis, brave bony Phillis? Old Father, chyldles Father, nay, now not a Father. Some sad voice I do hear. Amynt. I do hear most dolefuly sounded Phillis dearest name, which ears and heart is a wounding: who's that which name her? Daph. Fair Fulvia, Fulvia dearest Nymph to the high Huntress of forests mighty Diana. Know it he must▪ and shall, that he may with speed be procuring, That those lovely relics of Phillis may be preserved; If those lovely relics of Phillis yet be remaining, Luckless' Phillis. Amynt. Alas, what? yet more plagues for Amyntas? O Daphne. Daph. What's that? Say on, sweet Fulvia, what's that Which thou spak'st to thyself? What made fair Fulvia still still After Phillis name our ears with sighs to be filling? How can I choose but sigh, so rueful a sight to remember? O that rueful sight makes my cold heart to be rueful: Is my Phillis alive? Daph. Good Fulvia kill not Amyntas With so long suspense, let's know what may be the matter. O God, why shall I tell such dead news? and yet I must tell. Phillis came naked to my house, and told me the cause of Her coming naked: new dressed, she desired me of all loves Loving girl, that I would accompany her to the pleasant Yuychurches' park, and frame myself to the hunting. Both content, both went, and met with a company gallant Of flowering damsels waiting on Pembrokiana, With bows and arrows on prince like Pembrokiana. Much time with pastimes was past, sports drew to an ending, And on a sudden lo, where erst no wolf was abiding, Ravening wolf runs forth with blood-red mouth fro the bushes, And on a sudden lo, whilst others bows be a bending, Phillis sent her shaft from her own ear unto the woolus ear: Soemuch wrought in her heart sweet sight of Pembrokiana, Soemuch did she desire to be praised of Pembrokiana. Wounded wolf to the wood, stout Phillis runs to the wounded Wolf with a dart in her hand. Amynt. O dreadful dart to Amyntas, How can a pleasant end come from so deadly beginning?
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Fy for shame: leaue of these wicked words; for I know, that Bashfulnes, not pryde, made Phillis run from Amyntas. Owretch; sole despaire, that dryues all hope from Amyntas, Is my sole comfort: fonde hope first wounded Amyntas; And fond hope, eu'n now (ô endles grief) is a budding In my balefull brest, and only because that I liue yet, Which is of all others the deuourïngst woorme to the wretched. Lyue yet wretched a while, and keep thyself for a comfort; Thinck thou see'st Phillis sitt naked still by the welspring. Had not fell fortune and lewd loue plagued Amyntas With paines sufficient, but wel-springs must be presented Vnto my eyes: and then to my scortched tong be denyed? What? shal I then be the Crow, whose neuer-lucky resounding Still brings baleful newes? shal I first bring death to the aged Father Montanus, whose gray-haires now be depriued Of their chiefe comfort, fayre Phillis, braue bony Phillis? Ould Father, chyldles Father, nay, now not a Father. Some sad voyce I doe heare. Amynt. I doe heare most dolefuly sounded Phillis dearest name, which eares and hart is a wounding: Whoe's that which name's her? Daph. Fayre Fuluia, Fuluia dearest Nymph to the high Huntresse of forrests mighty Diana. Know it he must▪ and shall, that he may with speede be procuring, That those louely reliques of Phillis may be preserued; If those louely reliques of Phillis yet be remaining, Luckles Phillis. Amynt. Alas, what? yet more plagues for Amyntas? O Daphne. Daph. What's that? Say on, sweete Fuluia, what's that Which thou spakst to thyself? What made faire Fuluia stil stil After Phillis name our eares with sighs to be filling? How can I choose but sigh, soe ruful a sight to remember? O that rueful sight makes my colde hart to be ruefull: Is my Phillis aliue? Daph. Good Fuluia kil not Amyntas With soe long suspence, let's know what may be the matter. O God, why shal I tel such dead news? and yet I must tell. Phillis came naked to my house, and tould me the cause of Her comming naked: new drest, she desyr'd mee of all loues Louing gyrle, that I would accompany her to the pleasaunt Yuychurches parck, and frame myself to the hunting. Both content, both went, and met with a company gallant Of flowring damsells wayting on Pembrokiana, With bowes and arrows on prince like Pembrokiana. Much tyme with pastimes was past, sports drew to an ending, And on a soddayne loe, where earst no woolf was abyding, Rau'ning woolf runs forth with blood-red mouth fro the bushes, And on a soddayne loe, whilst others bows be a bending, Phillis sent her shaft from her owne eare vnto the woolus eare: Soemuch wrought in her hart sweete sight of Pembrokiana, Soemuch did she desyre to be praysd of Pembrokiana. Wounded woolf to the wood, stout Phillis runs to the wounded Woolf with a dart in her hand. Amynt. O dreadful dart to Amyntas, How can a pleasant ende come from soe deadly begynning?