Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 28 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
Hear, o hear then that, whereof these eyes the beholders Were, and whereof now this tongue may well be reporter. By my cave did I sit with Thyrsis down by the downfall, Talking of my love, loveles yet lovely Lycoris: When from an high we saw some man fall down on a soddayn. There was a heap of thorns and bows compact on a cluster Somewhat above our heads; 'twas his hap there first to be lighting: Which although by the swing and weight it bursted a sunder, And all came tumbling, and fell down flatly before us, Yet by this encounter that fall proved not to be mortal, Though sore and painful, making him lie as amazed One whole hour and more, as unable his eyes to be opening. We twooe, astonied to behold so fearful an object, Stood stark dumb for a while, although we knew 'twas Amyntas; But perceiving that this fall seemed not to be mortal, Our whole endeavours w'apply'de, his woe to be swaging, And sent one forthwith, for cunning Alphesiboeus, Alphesiboeus whom that great God learned Apollo Made to be skilful in herbs, when he gave me the guyft to be singing. But now in mean time, when Thyrsis 'gan to rehearse me All those secret woes and forepast pangs of Amyntas, Daphne and Phillis did meet us there on a sudden, Daphne and Phillis, who sought bruysd bones of Amyntas Whom they thought to be dead, as then was told me by Daphne. But when Phillis saw her longlookt lover Amyntas, Discolored, bruised, sorewounded then with a raging Voice, and beaten breast on Amyntas flatly she falleth, Face to Amyntas face, and mouth to the mouth of Amyntas: Was not Phillis abashed, unseemly to lie on Amyntas? Shame to a feynthart love doth sometimes serve for a bridle; But true love indeed contemns so bashful a bridle. Afterward with tears his bloodless cheeks she bewashed, And those tears so wrought that Amyntas quickly revived, opened his eyes, and breathed; which breath so luckily uttered Encountering Phillis sweet breath was lovely received. With what an endless joy these twooe lay sweetly together, Either in others arms, and either sure of an others Life and love, lovers may think, none else can imagine. Is then Amyntas safe, that he needs not fear any danger? Saulfe and sound, but that those thorns have partly defaced His fair cheeks, and sides did somewhat chance to be bruised: But that's just nothing, and works no woe to Amyntas, (Happy Amyntas now, that showed such sign of a loving heart, and so at last obteynd to be loved of a loving Soul, his passed pains, make present joys to be greater) As yourselves shall see: for Phillis comes with Amyntas hitherward hard by: myself must first to the lodging Of rich Montanus, persuading him to be yielding Unto the purposed match; and thither they be appointed Shortly to come, this way: and now its time to be walking.
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Heare, ô heare then that, whereof these eyes the beholders Were, and whereof now this tong may well be reporter. By my caue did I syt with Thyrsis down by the downe-fall, Talking of my loue, loueles yet louely Lycoris: When from an high wee saw some man fall downe on a soddayn. There was a heape of thorns and bows compact on a cluster Somewhat aboue our heads; 'twas his hap there first to be lighting: Which although by the swing and weight it bursted a sunder, And all came tumbling, and fell downe flatly before vs, Yet by this encounter that fall prou'd not to be mortall, Though sore and painefull, making him lye as amased One whole howre and more, as vnable his eyes to be op'nyng. Wee twooe, astonyed to behold soe feareful an obiect, Stood starck dumme for a while, although wee knew t'was Amyntas; But perceauing that this fall seem'd not to be mortall, Our whole endeuours w'apply'de, his woe to be swaging, And sent one forth-with, for cunnyng Alphesiboeus, Alphesiboeus whom that greate God learned Apollo Made to be skilful in hearbs, when he gaue mee the guyft to be singing. But now in meane tyme, when Thyrsis gan to rehearse mee All those secrete woes and forepast pangs of Amyntas, Daphne and Phillis did meete vs there on a soddayne, Daphne and Phillis, whoe sought bruysd bones of Amyntas Whom they thought to be dead, as then was told mee by Daphne. But when Phillis saw her longlookt louer Amyntas, Discolored, bruysed, sorewounded then with a raging Voyce, and beaten breast on Amyntas flatly she falleth, Face to Amyntas face, and mouth to the mouth of Amyntas: Was not Phillis abasht, vnseemely to ly on Amyntas? Shame to a feynthart loue doth sometimes serue for a brydle; But true loue indeede contemns soe basheful a brydle. Afterward with teares his bloodles cheeks she bewashed, And those teares soe wrought that Amyntas quyckly reuyued, Op'ned his eyes, and breathd; which breath soe luckily vttred Encountring Phillis sweete breath was louely receaued. With what an endles ioy these twooe lay sweetly togeather, Eyther in others arms, and eyther sure of an others Life and loue, louers may thinck, none els can imagin. Is then Amyntas saulfe, that he needs not feare any danger? Saulfe and sound, but that those thornes haue partly defaced His fayre cheekes, and sydes did somwhat chaunce to be bruysed: But that's iust nothing, and woorks noe woe to Amyntas, (Happy Amyntas now, that shew'd such signe of a louing Hart, and soe at last obteynd to be lou'd of a louing Soule, his passed paines, make present ioyes to be greater) As yourselues shall see: for Phillis coms with Amyntas Hytherward hard by: myself must first to the lodging Of rich Montanus, perswading hym to be yeelding Vnto the purposd match; and thyther they be apoynted Shortly to com, this way: and now its tyme to be walking.