Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 22 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 543 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And with an other dart to the self same place I repaired; But Wolf and Phillis (grief spurred th'one, glory the other) Were quite out of sight: yet I traced them both to the thickest And most desert place: there, (o dear dart to my Phillis) There lay Phillis dart, and not far thence was a white lawn Wherein Phillis locks enwrapped were by my own hands. And as I turned about, seven other woolus by the naked Bones of a mangled corpse, gore blood were greedily licking: And as chanced (would God such chance had Phillis) I saw them, Yet they saw not me, they were so greedily gorging, And so bend to the pray: So thence for fear I retired: And this is all that I know: and here's that lawn, that I spoke of. And is this not enough? o lawn of my bony Phillis: O bony Phillis blood, thou'rt dead my sweet bony Phillis. O double death's wound: dead Phillis murdereth Amyntas. 'tis but a swoon; for he breath's; and lo, he's quickly revived. Grief, leave of lingering: make quick dispatch of Amyntas: Grief, thou'rt too too slow; if death be reserved for Amyntas Hand, he'll take it in hand. For alas, if nought be a wanting Unto the highest point of grief, if nought's to be added Unto Amyntas woe, for what then stayeth Amyntas▪ O Daphne, Daphne, was Amyntas lately repelled From death, sweet death's door by Daphne's means? Was Amyntas Kept saulf for these joys? O, then, than I might in a good time Have discharged myself of a huge and horrible Aetna: But Daphne would not, but cursed Destiny would not, Lest that I might by death those plagues have timely prevented, Which accursed Fates for Amyntas lately prepared. But now, since my woes at last are come to a full groat, Destiny and Daphne may well, well let me be dying. Yet differ thy death till certain news be received Whether Phillis live or die; and then be resolved. Live or die? who doubts? would God that were to be doubted. And would God my tongue had clou'n to my roof, when I blabbed. Geane me the lawn, good Nymph, white lawn, which only remaineth Of sweete-white Phillis, that I may in stead of a Phillis Kiss my Phillis lawn, and so my joys be prolonging, So my shortened days with contentation ending. What? shall I give or keep? Lewd cause wherefore he desir's it Wills me to keep it still, lest it bring fancy to fury. Nymph extremely cruel, that thinks it much to be gewing One poor piece of lawn, even at last gasp of Amyntas. Well, than I yield to my death, and destiny noe-pity-taking: Let lawn stay with you, and you stay here for Amyntas. Hark, come back, here, take, o stay, and run not Amyntas. And yet Amyntas runs, enraged, desperate, headlong. Yea, and runs so fast, that he is not like to be outrun. Therefore better I were to my journeys end to be hasting: And yet I grieve myself, Montanus mind to be grieving, Lest these news inflict as deadly a wound in a father, As they gave even now to the fainting heart of a Lover.
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543 words · 779 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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And with an other dart to the self same place I repayred; But Woolf and Phillis (grief spurd th'one, glory the other) Were quyte out of sight: yet I trac't them both to the thickest And most desert place: there, (ô deare dart to my Phillis) There lay Phillis dart, and not far thence was a white lawne Wherein Phillis locks enwrapped were by my owne hands. And as I turned about, seu'n other woolus by the naked Bones of a mangled corse, gore blood were greedily licking: And as chaunst (would God such chaunce had Phillis) I saw them, Yet they saw not mee, they were soe greedily gorging, And soe bent to the pray: So thence for feare I retyred: And this is all that I know: and here's that lawne, that I spake of. And is this not enough? ô lawne of my bony Phillis: O bony Phillis blood, th'art dead my sweete bony Phillis. O dooble deaths wound: dead Phillis murdreth Amyntas. Tis but a swowne; for he breath's; and loe, hee's quickly reuyued. Griefe, leaue of lingring: make quick dispatch of Amyntas: Griefe, th'art too too slowe; if death be reseru'd for Amyntas Hand, hee'le take it in hand. For alas, if nought be a wanting Vnto the highest poynt of griefe, if nought's to be added Vnto Amyntas woe, for what then stayeth Amyntas▪ O Daphne, Daphne, was Amyntas lately repelled From death, sweete deaths dore by Daphnes meanes? Was Amyntas Kept saulf for these ioyes? O, then, then I might in a good time Haue dischargd myself of a huge and horrible Aetna: But Daphne would not, but cursed Desteny would not, Least that I might by death those plagues haue tymely preuented, Which accursed Fates for Amyntas lately prepared. But now, since my woes at last are come to a full groath, Desteny and Daphne may well, well let mee be dying. Yet differ thy death til certaine newes be receaued Wheather Phillis lyue or dye; and then be resolued. Lyue or dye? whoe doubts? would God that were to be doubted. And would God my tongue had clou'n to my roofe, when I blabbed. Geaue mee the lawne, good Nymph, white lawne, which only remaineth Of sweete-white Phillis, that I may in stead of a Phillis Kisse my Phillis lawne, and soe my ioyes be prolonging, Soe my shortned dayes with contentation ending. What? shal I giue or keepe? Lewd cause wherefore he desir's it Wills me to keepe it still, least it bring fancy to fury. Nymph extreamely cruel, that thincks it much to be geuuing One poore peece of lawne, eu'n at last gasp of Amyntas. Well, then I yeeld to my death, and destiny noe-pity-taking: Let lawne stay with you, and you stay here for Amyntas. Harck, come back, here, take, ô stay, and run not Amyntas. And yet Amyntas runs, enraged, desperat, headlong. Yea, and runs soe fast, that hee is not like to be outrun. Therefore better I were to my iourneys end to be hasting: And yet I greeue myself, Montanus minde to be greeuing, Least these newes inflict as deadly a wound in a father, As they gaue eu'n now to the feynting hart of a Louer.