Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) · chunk 29 of 30
Fraunce, Abraham / Tasso, Torquato · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.77 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Dear life, when shall I once have full possession of you? When time comes, I'll tell: fruit too-soon plucked, is a sowre-fruyte. If too-late, rotten. Then pluck when time is appointed. Oyet, come sweet light of these mine eyes to the harbour, And ten-thousand woes with a good-turne once be requiting. What good-turne would you? That which cost you not a dodkin, And yet would content my mind much more than a treasure. What's that? I understand not yet what may be the meaning. Hark in your ear then. Fie, no: is that but a trifle? Yet let's sleep for a while; for your sake long was I watching. Content. Amynt. O sweet Nymph. But stay, and stir not a finger: As you sleep, I'll tell, what flowers I do keep for a brydes-wayne. How can I hear in sleep? Phil. What pleasure then can Amyntas Take, when he sleeps by my side, if he feel noething when he sleepeth? And yet I can not sleep, for joy, that I found my Amyntas. Then let's kiss: kissed mouth is nothing worse for a kissing: So Bee sucks sweet flowers, flowers noething worse for a sucking; And you kiss roses, then think my lips to be roses. Well: but these roses so kissed, ask not to be kissed: Then let Amyntas stay, till Phillis mean to be kissing. If nought else, yet give me leave those eyes to be kissing, Those fair eyes, and so shall I seem fair soul to be kissing. You would kiss mine eyes: which ever afore, with a thousand Sighs and sobs you cursed, for throwing darts at Amyntas. Now I desire your eyes of purpose for to be kissing, Thereby so to declare by this so lovely a token, That your murdering eyes, my cursing lips be for ever Now made faithful fryends, and all contention ended. And, if Phillis think herself not fully revenged, Then let her own teeth bite these lying lips of Amyntas. If that Amyntas cease mine eyes any more to be cursing, Why should Phillis then for spite his lips be a biting? If no kind of kiss from Phillis may be procured, Yet let an embracement to Amyntas his arms be aforded. With good will. Most good; what better will to Amyntas? But yet stay: Phillis must first get a boon of Amyntas. O what guyft shall I grant? what boon seeks my bony Phillis? Four or five apples fro the tree that grows by the hil-topp. How can I come to the tree for bry'rs and soemany bushes? I'll bring you so near, as you may easily touch it. If that I may clasp it, then doubt not, Phillis, Amyntas Will climb up to the tree, or shake down foemany apples. Is't true? clipped Phillis must then look so to be served. My life, give me the leave, this fair red rose to be putting In this bosom, where my heart hath made his abiding,
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DEare life, when shal I once haue full possession of you? When tyme com's, Ile tell: fruyte too-soone pluckt, is a sowre-fruyte. If too-late, rotten. Then pluck when tyme is apoynted. Oyet, come sweete light of these myne eyes to the harbor, And ten-thousand woes with a good-turne once be requyting. What good-turne would you? That which cost you not a dodkin, And yet would content my minde much more than a treasure. What's that? I vnderstand not yet what may be the meanyng. Harck in your eare then. Fy, noe: is that but a tryfle? Yet let's sleepe for a while; for your sake long was I watching. Content. Amynt. O sweete Nymphe. But stay, and stir not a finger: As you sleepe, Ile tell, what flowrs I doo keepe for a brydes-wayne. How can I heare in sleepe? Phil. What pleasure then can Amyntas Take, when he sleepes by my side, if he feele noething when he sleepeth? And yet I can not sleepe, for ioy, that I found my Amyntas. Then let's kisse: kist mouth is nothing woorse for a kissing: Soe Bee sucks sweete flowrs, flowrs noething woorse for a sucking; And you kisse roses, then thinck my lips to be roses. Well: but these roses soe kist, ask not to be kissed: Then let Amyntas stay, till Phillis meane to be kissing. Yf nought els, yet geue mee leaue those eyes to be kissing, Those faire eyes, and soe shal I seeme fayre sowle to be kissing. You would kisse myne eyes: which euer afore, with a thousand Sighs and sobs you curst, for throwing darts at Amyntas. Now I desyre your eyes of purpose for to be kissing, Thereby soe to declare by this soe louely a token, That your murdring eyes, my cursing lips be for euer Now made faithfull fryends, and all contention ended. And, if Phillis thinck herself not fully reuenged, Then let her owne teethe byte these lying lipps of Amyntas. If that Amyntas cease myne eyes any more to be cursing, Why should Phillis then for spyte his lips be a byting? If noe kynde of kisse from Phillis may be procured, Yet let an embracement to Amyntas his arms be aforded. With good will. Most good; what better will to Amyntas? But yet stay: Phillis must first get a boone of Amyntas. O what guyft shal I graunt? what boone seeks my bony Phillis? Fowre or fiue apples fro the tree that growes by the hil-topp. How can I come to the tree for bry'rs and soe-many bushes? Ile bring you soe neare, as you may easily tutch it. If that I may clasp it, then doubt not, Phillis, Amyntas Will clymbe vp to the tree, or shake downe foemany apples. Ist true? clypt Phillis must then looke soe to be serued. My life, geue me the leaue, this faire red rose to be putting In this bosome, where my hart hath made his abyding,