Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 24 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What strange news do I hear? what caused that death of Amyntas? Thy death. Phil. And I alive? Daph. Thy death was lately reported, And he beleeus thy death, and therefore seeketh his own death. Fear of Phillis death proved vain, and fear of Amyntas Death will prove vain too: life each thing lively procureth. O Phillis Phillis, thou know'st not what be the torments Of truelovers heart, heart made of flesh as Amyntas, Not flint heart, as thine; else wouldst thou love that Amyntas, Which loved Phillis more than life or soul of Amyntas. Phillis, I know, for I saw, then when thou fledst from Amyntas, Fledst, when by reason thou shouldst have kissed Amyntas: Then did Amyntas turn his pointed dart to his own breast, And thrust breast on dart: and vile dart pierced in a moment Through his coat, skin, flesh; and would have speedily pierced That same heart, which thou hadst more unluckily pierced, But that I grasped his arm, and stayed that desperate outrage. And now that small wound perchance will serve for a first proof Of cursed courage, and mind unkindly resolved, And that dart make way, and passage show to a damned Knife, or a baleful sword, with freer scope to be murdering. Is this true? Daph. No doubt. Phil. But alas would noebody stay him? O let's go, let's run, let's seek and search for Amyntas. If that Amyntas died, when Phillis seemed to be dying, Then, sith Phillis lives, let Amyntas truly be living. Yes yes, quickly Iran; But who can deal with a madman? Rage and grief fro my sight conveyed him away in a moment. Therefore now too late, it's too late now to be running, And thank thy running that it is too late to be running. O, this frets my soul Daphne, this deadly remembrance Of my scornful pride, that I then my Chastyty called, And it Chastyty was, but Chastyty noe-pyty-taking, Now I repent it alas, but now too late I repent yt. Good God, what do I hear? can Phillis now be repenting? Can she relent or yield? What plaint, what passion is this? Can proud Phillis love? Phil. No love, but yet pyty-taking. When pity runneth afore, love always hasteneth after: And now Phillis loves, since Phillis now pyty-taketh. But too late, Phillis, too late. O wretched Amyntas, Thou (even like to a Bee, that stings, yet dies as he stingeth, And his wounding life doth leave in place that he woundeth) Hast by thy death at last pierced Phillis through to the hartroote, Whereas in all thy life thou couldst not possibly move her. Now if Amyntas soul from flesh and blood be released, And here wandereth abroad (as I think it for to be wandering) Let that soul now see, and joy her pains to be seeing, Sowle, that living loved, and by death, bought, to be loved. Price to the buyer dear, and shameful price to the seller. O that my love might once purchase life for Amyntas, O that Amyntas life with my life might be redeemed. When steeds are stolen, than Phillis looks to the stable.
nodes 1117–1166 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 30 in this edition
Length
527 words · 756 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.762 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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What strange news doe I heare? what causd that death of Amyntas? Thy death. Phil. And I aliue? Daph. Thy death was lately reported, And he beleeus thy death, and therfore seeketh his owne death. Feare of Phillis death prou'd vayne, and feare of Amyntas Death will prooue vayne too: life eache thing lyuely procureth. O Phillis Phillis, thou knowst not what be the torments Of truelouers hart, hart made of flesh as Amyntas, Not flynte hart, as thyne; els wouldst thou loue that Amyntas, Which lou'd Phillis more than life or sowle of Amyntas. Phillis, I know, for I saw, then when thou fledst from Amyntas, Fledst, when by reason thou shouldst haue kissed Amyntas: Then did Amyntas tourne his poynted dart to his owne brest, And thrust brest on dart: and vile dart pierst in a moment Through his coate, skyn, flesh; and would haue speedily pierced That same hart, which thou hadst more vnluckily pierced, But that I grasped his arme, and stayd that desperat outrage. And now that smalle wound perchaunce wil serue for a first proofe Of cursed courage, and mynde vnkindely resolued, And that dart make way, and passage shew to a damned Knife, or a balefull swoord, with freer scope to be murdring. Is this true? Daph. Noe doubt. Phil. But alas would noebody stay him? O let's goe, let's run, let's seek and search for Amyntas. Yf that Amyntas dy'de, when Phillis seem'd to be dying, Then, sith Phillis lyues, let Amyntas truly be lyuing. Yes yes, quyckly Iran; But whoe can deale with a madman? Rage and griefe fro my sight conueyd him away in a moment. Therfore now too late, it's too late now to be runnyng, And thanck thy running that it is too late to be running. O, this fretts my soule Daphne, this deadly remembrance Of my scornefull pryde, that I then my Chastyty called, And it Chastyty was, but Chastyty noe-pyty-taking, Now I repent it alas, but now too late I repentyt. Good God, what doe I heare? can Phillis now be repenting? Can she relent or yeeld? What playnt, what passion is this? Can proud Phillis loue? Phil. Noe loue, but yet pyty-taking. When pyty runneth afore, loue always hasteneth after: And now Phillis loues, since Phillis now pyty-taketh. But too late, Phillis, too late. O wretched Amyntas, Thou (eu'n lyke to a Bee, that stings, yet dyes as hee stingeth, And his wounding life doth leaue in place that he woundeth) Hast by thy death at last pierst Phillis through to the hart-roote, Whereas in all thy life thou couldst not possibly moue her. Now if Amyntas soule from flesh and blood be released, And here wandreth abroade (as I thinck it for to be wandring) Let that sowle now see, and ioy her paynes to bee seeing, Sowle, that lyuing lou'd, and by death, bought, to be loued. Pryce to the buyer deare, and shamefull price to the seller. O that my loue might once purchase life for Amyntas, O that Amyntas life with my life might be redeemed. When steedes are stollen, then Phillis looks to the stable.