Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1600 [1599-1600] (Annals) pastoral; romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 495 words
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Most true. And art thou changed from a woman now? Too true. These tales my mind perplex: thou art Eurymine. In name, but not in sex. What then? A man. In guise thou art I see. The guise thou seest, doth with my kind agree. Before thy flight thou wast a woman tho. True Ascanio. And since art thou a man? Too true dear friend. Then have I lost a wife. But found a friend, whose dearest blood and life, shallbe as ready as thine own for thee: In place of wife, such friend thou hast of me. I here they are: master well o'erta'en. I thought we two should never meet again: You went so fast, that I to follow ye, Slipped over hedge and ditch, and many a tall tree. Well said my Boy, thou knowest not how to lie. To lie Sir? how say you was it not so? You were at my heels, though far off, ye know: For master, not to counterfeit with ye now, he's as good a footman as a shackled sow. Good Sir you're welcome, sirrah hold your prate. What speed in that I told to you of late? Both good and bad, as doth the sequel prove, For (wretched) I have found, and lost my Love. If that be lost which I can near enjoy. Faith Mistress you're too blame to be so coy. The day hath been, but what is that to me: When more familiar with a man you'd be. I told ye you should find a man of her: Or else my rule did very strangely err. Father, the trial of your skill I find, My love's transformed into another kind: And so I find, and yet have lost my Love. Ye cannot tell, take her aside and prove. But sweet Eurymine make some report Why thou departedst from my father's Court? And how this strange mishap to thee befell, Let me entreat thou wouldst the process tell. To show how I arrived in this ground, Were but renewing of an ancient wound: Another time that office i'll fulfil, Let it suffice, I came against my will. And wandering here about this Forest side, It was my chance of Phoebus to be spied. Whose love because I chastened did withstand, He thought to offer me a violent hand. But for a present shift to shun his rape, I wished myself transformed into this shape: Which he performed (God knows) against his will: And I since then, have wailed my fortune still. Not for misliking ought I find in me, But for thy sake, whose wife I meant to be. Thus have you heard our woeful destiny, Which I in heart lament, and so doth she. The fittest remedy that I can find, Is this, to ease the torment of your mind. Persuade yourselves that great Apollo can, As easily make a woman of a man, As contrariwise he made a man of her.
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Moſt true. And art thou changed from a woman now? Too true. Theſe tales my mind perplex: thou art Eurymine. In name, but not in ſexe. What then? A man. In guiſe thou art I ſee. The guiſe thou ſeeſt, doth with my kinde agree. Before thy flight thou waſt a woman tho. True Aſcanio. And ſince art thou a man? Too true deare friend. Then haue I loſt a wife. But found a friend, whoſe deareſt blood and life, Shalbe as readie as thine owne for thee: In place of wife, ſuch friend thou haſt of mee. I here they are: maiſter well ouertane. I thought we two ſhould neuer meete againe: You went ſo faſt, that I to follow ye, Slipt ouer hedge and ditch, and many a tall tree. Well ſaid my Boy, thou knoweſt not how to lie. To lye Sir? how ſay you was it not ſo? You were at my heeles, though farre off, ye know: For maiſter, not to counterfayt with ye now, Hee's as good a footeman as a ſhackeld ſow. Good Sir y'are welcome, ſirrha hold your prate. What ſpeed in that I told to you of late? Both good and bad, as doth the ſequell proue, For (wretched) I haue found, and loſt my Loue. If that be loſt which I can nere enioy. Faith Miſtreſſe y'are too blame to be ſo coy. The day hath bene, but what is that to mee: When more familiar with a man you'ld bee. I told ye you ſhould finde a man of her: Or elſe my rule did very ſtraungely erre. Father, the triall of your skill I finde, My Loue's transformde into another kinde: And ſo I finde, and yet haue loſt my Loue. Ye cannot tell, take her aſide and proue. But ſweet Eurymine make ſome report Why thou departedſt from my fathers Court? And how this ſtraunge miſhap to thee befell, Let me intreat thou wouldſt the proceſſe tell. To ſhew how I arriued in this ground, Were but renewing of an auncient wound: Another time that office ile fulfill, Let it ſuffice, I came againſt my will. And wandring here about this Forreſt ſide, It was my chaunce of Phoebus to be ſpide. Whoſe loue becauſe I chaſtly did withſtand, He thought to offer me a violent hand. But for a preſent ſhift to ſhun his rape, I wiſht my ſelfe transformde into this ſhape: Which he perform'd (God knowes) againſt his wil: And I ſince then, haue wayld my fortune ſtill. Not for miſliking ought I finde in mee, But for thy ſake, whoſe wife I meant to bee. Thus haue you heard our woful deſtenie, Which I in heart lament, and ſo doth ſhe. The fitteſt remedie that I can finde, Is this, to eaſe the torment of your minde. Perſwade your ſelues that great Apollo can, As eaſily make a woman of a man, As contrariwiſe he made a man of her.