Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 23 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
But what a dart was that, which mightily flew fro the fingers Of brave Lady Regent of these woods, Pembrokiana, Unto the foreign Bear, which came with greedy devouring jaws to the harmless game? Whose dying hour was a birthday Unto her own young whelps, whose groans thus lastly resounded, Death's dart, (yet sweet dart, as thrown by Pembrokiana) Make my wound more wide, give larger scope to my young ones, give them a free passage, herself hath given them a passport. Phillis, for your sports I do much joy, but yet a thousand Times more for yourself, sith you so quickly revived Live yet safe and sound: for Fulvia lately reported Strange news of your death: would God that Fulvia had been Dumb, or an other deaf: one mischif draws on an other. And in truth just cause had Fulvia for to believe so, Sith that I was not like from death's door so to be scaping. But yet no just cause had Fulvia for to report so. Now let's hear at large, thy dangers and thy delyu'ries. Whyl'st I ran after a wolf, I was all enclosed on a sudden With dark dens and groves, and forced that chase to be leaving: But when I sought to retire and company lost to recover, There did I see this wolf (for I knew this Wolf by an arrow Which myself did shoot, and gave her a wound by the left care) There did I see this Wolf and more Woolus greedily praying On some beasts carcase late slain by them, but I could not Well discern what beast: this wounded Wolf in a fury Comes with a gored mouth, (it seems my face she remembered) And so makes onward, who had been worthily welcomed, Had not a tree by a chance my dart unworthily hindered. My dart mislighting, fell Woolf more fiercely approaching Drew so near, that I saw 'twas bootless now to be shooting, And darts were all spent: Therefore at last I retired And fled back for fear, but wyled Woolf hastened onward: Now mark what chanced, my lawn hanged down to my shoulders And stuck fast to a bush, and stayed my flight, but I plucked, Yet bush held it fast; at last my lawn I relinquished For to reserve my life, and tore it away with a great part Of my scattered hair▪ and fear so forcibly urged Lightfooted Phillis, that a fearful death she avoided. As to my house full glad for joy I repaired, I met thee Daphne, there full sad by the way, and greatly amazed. Phillis alas is alive, but an other's gone to be dying. And what mean's this, Alas? am I now so lightly regarded, That my life with, Alas, of Daphne must be remembered? Phillis, I love thy life, but I like not a death of an other. Whose death? Daph. Death of Amyntas. Phil. Alas how died Amyntas? How? that I can not tell; nor yet well whether it is so: But no doubt, I believe; for it is most like that it is so.
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BVt what a dart was that, which mightily flew fro the fingers Of braue Lady Regent of these woods, Pembrokiana, Vnto the forreine Beare, which came with greedy deuowring Iawes to the harmeles game? Whose dying howre was a birth-day Vnto her owne yong whelpes, whose groanes thus lastly resounded, Deaths dart, (yet sweete dart, as throwne by Pembrokiana) Make my wound more wyde, giue larger scope to my yong ones, Geue them a free passage, herself hath geu'n them a pasport. Phillis, for your sports I doe much ioy, but yet a thousand Times more for yourself, sith you soe quickly reuiued Lyue yet safe and sound: for Fuluia lately reported Strange newes of your death: would God that Fuluia had beene Dumme, or an other deafe: one mischif draws on an other. And in truth iust cause had Fuluia for to beleeue soe, Sith that I was not lyke from deaths dore soe to be scaping. But yet noe iust cause had Fuluia for to report soe. Now let's heare at large, thy dangers and thy delyu'ries. Whyl'st I ran after a woolf, I was all inclosd on a soddayne With darck dens and groues, and forc't that chase to be leauyng: But when I sought to retyre and company lost to recouer, There did I see this woolf (for I knew this Woolf by an arrow Which myself did shoote, and gaue her a wound by the leaft care) There did I see this Woolf and more Woolus greedyly praying On some beasts carkas late slayne by them, but I could not Well discerne what beast: this wounded Woolf in a fury Coms with a gored mouth, (it seemes my face shee remembred) And soe makes onward, whoe had beene worthyly welcomd, Had not a tree by a chaunce my dart vnworthyly hindred. My dart mislighting, fell Woolf more fiercely aproching Drew soe neare, that I saw 'twas booteles now to be shooting, And darts were all spent: Therfore at last I retyred And fled back for feare, but wyl'd Woolf hastened onward: Now marck what chaunced, my lawne hang'd downe to my shoulders And stooke fast to a bush, and stayd my flight, but I plucked, Yet bush held it fast; at last my lawne I relinquisht For to reserue my life, and tore it away with a greate part Of my scattered hayre▪ and feare soe forcibly vrged Lightfooted Phillis, that a fearefull death shee auoyded. As to my house full glad for ioy I repayred, I met thee Daphne, there full sad by the way, and greately amased. Phillis alas is aliue, but an other's gone to be dying. And what mean's this, Alas? am I now soe lightly regarded, That my life with, Alas, of Daphne must be remembred? Phillis, I loue thy life, but I lyke not a death of an other. Whose death? Daph. Death of Amyntas. Phil. Alas how dyed Amyntas? How? that I can not tell; nor yet well whether it is soe: But noe doubt, I beleeue; for it is most lyke that it is soe.