Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 25 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
MY heart with pity melts, my sowl's so drowned in anguish, That no sight, no sound objects itself to my senses, But draws tears fro my eyes, and horror brings to my hearing. What's this new man's news, that makes him look thus amazed? News of Amyntas death. Phil. This deaths-newes brings me to death's door. Most noble Pastor, that these woods lately frequented, Gentle, loved of all, to the Nymphs dear, dear to the Muses, And but a stripling died, and what death? O, let us hear it, O, let us hear it alas, that we may all be a mourning His mischance, our grief. Phil. O dear God, I dare not approach him, Lest that I hear these news, yet these news must I be hearing. heart of stone, hard heart, cursed heart, what makes thee be fearing? Go and encounter these knives, these darts that he bringeth In sowle-wounding tongue, there show thyself to be stony. Pastor, I come for part of these news rightly belonging Unto my damnable heart, and due, more due to my hearing Than thou canst conceive; then spare not freely to give it. Phillis, I surely believe, that I heard this wretched Amyntas With thy name his life and lamentation ending. Il news differing, is a plague as great as an ill news. Late as I mended nets on a hill, foretroubled Amyntas, Horribly vexed and chafed, in face and action altered, Past by my side in a rage: but I stepped and hastened after, And overtook him; for I mused what might be the matter. Good friend Ergastus, qd he then, now do me a pleasure, Come with Amyntas now, and mark what he do's as a witness, Stand as a witness by; but first swear, so to be standing, And my deeds so marked, in no respect to be hindering. Here I alas poor fool (for who would ever imagine Such a detestable act, as he purposed then to be working?) Rapt out horrible oaths straight way, and swore by the mighty Nightwandring Hecate, Pallas, Pomona, Priapus, And Pan Pastors God, that I would perform what he willed me. Then did he lead me along to a steep and horrible hill top, All abrupt and rough, and made so fearful a downfall, That my limbs all quaked, when I looked fro the hill to the valley. Here did he pause for a while, and somewhat seemed to be smiling, Which rather made me no mischif for to be deeming. Then, qd he, what thou see'st, that tell to the Nymphs, to the Pastors, And at last, these words with a down cast look he resounded, If that I could aswell command those greedy devouring Throats and teeth of Wolves, as I can soon leap from a hilltopp; As my life did die, o then so would I be dying; Then should these my limbs and cursed corpse be divided, As those tender joints, o grief, were all to be mangled. But since frowning skies wiled beasts now will not afford me, (Which yet I know in time will come this flesh to be tearing)
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Length
524 words · 712 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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MY hart with pyty melts, my sowl's soe drowned in anguish, That noe sight, noe sound obiects itself to my sences, But drawes teares fro my eyes, and horror brings to my hearing. What's this new mans news, that makes hym looke thus amased? News of Amyntas death. Phil. This deaths-newes brings mee to deaths dore. Most noble Pastor, that these woods lately frequented, Gentle, loued of all, to the Nymphs deare, deare to the Muses, And but a stripling dy'de, and what death? O, let vs heare it, O, let vs heare it alas, that wee may all be a mournyng His mischaunce, our grief. Phil. O deare God, I dare not aproach hym, Least that I heare these news, yet these news must I be hearing. Hart of stone, hard hart, curst hart, what maks thee be fearing? Goe and encounter these kniues, these darts that he bringeth In sowle-wounding tongue, there shew thyself to be stony. Pastor, I come for part of thease news rightly belonging Vnto my damnable hart, and due, more due to my hearing Than thou canst conceaue; then spare not freely to geue it. Phillis, I surely beleeue, that I heard this wretched Amyntas With thy name his life and lamentation ending. Il news differring, is a plague as great as an ill news. Late as I mended netts on a hill, foretroubled Amyntas, Horribly vext and chaft, in face and action altred, Past by my side in a rage: but I stept and hastened after, And ouertook him; for I mus'd what might be the matter. Good fryend Ergastus, qd hee then, now doe me a pleasure, Come with Amyntas now, and marck what hee dooe's as a witnes, Stand as a witnes by; but first sweare, soe to be standing, And my deedes soe marckt, in noe respect to be hindring. Here I alas poore foole (for whoe would euer imagin Such a detestable act, as he purposd then to be woorking?) Rapt out horrible oathes straight way, and sware by the mighty Nightwandring Hecate, Pallas, Pomona, Priapus, And Pan Pastors God, that I would performe what hee wild mee. Then did he leade me along to a steepe and horrible hill topp, All abrupt and rough, and made soe feareful a downefall, That my lyms all quakt, when I lookt fro the hill to the valley. Here did he pause for a while, and somewhat seem'd to be smyling, Which rather made mee noe mischif for to bee deemyng. Then, qd he, what thou see'st, that tell to the Nymphs, to the Pastors, And at last, these woords with a downe cast looke he resounded, If that I could aswell commaund those greedy deuouring Throates and teeth of Woolues, as I can soone leap from a hilltopp; As my life did dye, ô then soe would I be dying; Then should these my lyms and cursed corps be dyuyded, As those tender ioynts, ô grief, were all to be mangled. But since frownyng skies wil'd beasts now will not aford mee, (Which yet I know in tyme wil come this flesh to be tearing)