Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 2 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.69 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Linco, I swear a thousand Nymphs I'll give For one poor beast that my Melampo kills: Let them that have a better taste than I In these delights possess them, I will none. Dost thou taste aught, since love thou dost not taste, The only cause that the world tasteth all? Believe me boy, the time will one day come Thou wilt it taste. For love once in our life Will show what force he hath. Believe me child, No greater pain can any living prove, Then in old limbs the lively sting of love. Yet if in youth love wound, that love may heal: But come it once in that same frozen age, Wherefore oftentimes the disability, More than the wound we plain. O mortal then, And most intolerable are those pains. If thou seekest pity, ill if thou findest it not, But if thou findest it ten time worse, do not Protract it till thy better time be passed, For if love do assail thy hoary hears, Thy silly flesh a double torment tears. Of this which when thou wouldst thou canst not, These woods and beasts leave foolish boy & love. As though there were no life but that which nursed These amorous sollies and fond ecstasies. Tell me if in this pleasant time now flowers renew, And the world waxeth young again; thou shouldst In stead of flowery valleys, fragrant fields, And well clad woods: see but the oak, the ash, the pine, Without their leafy hears: graslesse the ground▪ The meadows want their flowers. Wouldst thou not say The world doth languish? nature did decay? Now that same horror, that same miracle, That monstrous novelty thou hast thyself. As love in old men is ridiculous: So youth without love is unnatural. Look but about (Silvio) what the world hath Worthy to be admired. Love only made The heavens, the earth, the seas themselves do love. And that same star that the days. break foretells, Tasteth the flames of her thrice puissant son. And at that hour, because perhaps she leaves The stolen delights and bosom of her love: She darteth down abroad her sparkling smiles. Beasts in the woods do love; and in the seas The speedy Dolphins and the mighty Whales. The bird that sweetly sings, and wanton Doth she, now from the oak unto the ash, Then from the ash unto the mirtill tree: Says in her language I in love do burn. (Would I might hear my Silvio answer her the same!) The Bull amid the herd doth loudly low, Yet are those allows but bidding to loves feasts. The Lion in the wood doth bray, and yet Those brayes are not the voice of rage, but love. Well to conclude, all things do love but thou, Thou only Silvio art in heaven, in earth, In seas, a soul uncaple of love. Leave, leave these woods, these beasts, and learn to love. Was then my youth committed to thy charge? That in these soft effeminate desires Of wanton love, thou shouldst it nurse and train? Remember'st not what thou, and what I am?
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Linco, I ſweare a thouſand Nymphs I'le giue For one poore beaſt that my Melampo kills: Let them that haue a better taſte then I In theſe delights poſſeſſe them, I wil none. Doſt thou taſt ought, ſince loue thou doſt not taſt, The onely cauſe that the world taſteth all? Beleeue me boy, the time wil one day come Thou wilt it taſte. For loue once in our life Will ſhow what force he hath. Beleeue me childe, No greater paine can any liuing proue, Then in old limmes the liuely ſting of loue. Yet if in youth loue wound, that loue may heale: But come it once in that ſame frozen age, Wherefore oftentimes the diſabilitie, More then the wound we plaine. O mortall then, And moſt intollerable are thoſe paines. If thou ſeekeſt pittie, ill if thou findſt it not, But if thou findſt it ten time worſe, do not Protract it til thy better time be paſt, For if loue do aſſaile thy hoary heares, Thy ſilly fleſh a double torment teares. Of this which when thou wouldſt thou canſt not, Theſe woods and beaſts leaue fooliſh boy & loue. As though there were no life but that which nurſt Theſe amorous ſollies and fond extaſies. Tell me if in this pleaſant time now flowres renew, And the world waxeth yong againe; thou ſhouldſt In ſtead of flowry valleyes, fragrant fields, And well clad woods: ſee but the oake, the aſhe, the pine, Without their leauy heares: graſleſſe the ground▪ The meadowes want their floures. Wouldſt thou not ſay The world doth languiſh? nature did decay? Now that ſame horror, that ſame miracle, That monſtrous noueltie thou haſt thy ſelfe. As loue in old men is ridiculous: So youth without loue is vnnaturall. Looke but about (Siluio) what the world hath Worthy to be admir'd. Loue onely made The heauens, the earth, the ſeas themſelues do loue. And that ſame ſtarre that the dayes. breake foretells, Taſteth the flames of her thriſe puiſſant ſonne. And at that houre, becauſe perhaps ſhe leaues The ſtolne delights and boſome of her loue: She darteth downe abroad her ſparkling ſmiles. Beaſts in the woods do loue; and in the ſeas The ſpeedie Dolphins and the mightie Whales. The bird that ſweetly ſings, and wantonly Doth ſhe, now from the oake vnto the aſhe, Then from the aſhe vnto the mirtill tree: Sayes in her language I in loue do burne. (Wou'd I might heare my Siluio anſwere her the ſame!) The Bull amid the heard doth loudly lowe, Yet are thoſe lowes but bidding to loues feaſts. The Lyon in the wood doth bray, and yet Thoſe brayes are not the voice of rage, but loue. Well to conclude, all things do loue but thou, Thou onely Siluio art in heauen, in earth, In ſeas, a ſoule vncaple of loue. Leaue, leaue theſe woods, theſe beaſts, and learne to loue. Was then my youth committed to thy charge? That in theſe ſoft eſſeminate deſires Of wanton loue, thou ſhouldſt it nurſe and traine? Remembreſt not what thou, and what I am?