Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 10 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Who can guess otherwise? and I remember now, You told me of this your mishap before: A memorable misadventure sure, And you may say, you have two sons begot, One to the woods, the other to the waves. Perhaps the piteous heavens will restore My first sons loss, in him that liveth yet; Still must we hope, now listen to my tale. The time when light and darkness strove together, This one for night, that other for the day, Having watched all the night before, with thought To bring this marriage to a happy end, At last, with length of weariness, mine eyes A pleasing slumber closed, when I this vision saw, Me thought I sat on famous Alfeus bank, Under a leafy plane tree with a baited hook, Tempting the fishes in the stream, in midst Whereof, there rose me thought an aged man: His head and beard dropping down silver tears, Who gently reached to me with both his hands A naked child, saying, behold thy soone, Take heed thou killst him not. And with that word He dived down again. When straight the skies Waxed black with clouds, threatening a dismal shower, And I afraid, the child took in mine arms, Crying, ah heavens, and will you in an instant then, Both give and take away my child again? When on the sudden all the sky waxed clear: And in the River sell a thousand bows, And thousand arrows, broken all to shivers. The body of the plane tree trembled there, And out of it there came a subtle voice Which said, Arcadia shallbe fair again. So is the Image of this gentle dream Fixed in my heart, that still me thinks I see't: But above all, the courteous aged man. For this when you me met, I coming was Unto the temple for to sacrifice, To give my dreams presage prosperous success. Our dreams are rather representments vain Of Idle hopes, than any things to come: Only days thoughts made fables for the night. The mind doth not sleep ever with the flesh, But is more watchful then, because the eyes Do not lead it a wandering where they go. Well, of cur children what the heavens disposed have, Is quite unknown to us, but sure it is, Yours 'gainst the law of nature feels not love. And mine hath but the bond of his faith given For her reward. I cannot say she loves, But well I wot she hath made many love: And 'tis unlike, she tastes not that she makes So many taste. Me thinks she's altered much From that she was: for full of sport and mirth, she's wont to be. But 'tis a grievous thing, To keep a woman married and unmarried thus. For like a Rose that in some garden grows, How dainty 'tis against the Sun doth rise, Perfuming with sweet odours round about, Bidding the humming bees to honey feast: But if you then neglect to gather it, And suffer Titan in his middayes' course
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Who can geſſe otherwiſe? and I remember now, You told me of this your miſhap before: A memorable miſaduenture ſure, And you may ſay, you haue two ſonnes begot, One to the woods, the other to the waues. Perhaps the pitious heauens will reſtore My firſt ſonnes loſſe, in him that liueth yet; Still muſt we hope, now liſten to my tale. The time when light and darkneſſe ſtroue together, This one for night, that other for the day, Hauing watcht all the night before, with thought To bring this marriage to a happie end, At laſt, with length of wearineſſe, mine eyes A pleaſing ſlumber cloſde, when I this viſion ſawe, Me thought I ſat on famous Alfeus banke, Vnder a leauy plane tree with a bayted hooke, Tempting the fiſhes in the ſtreame, in midſt Whereof, there roſe me thought an aged man: His head and beard dropping downe ſiluer teares, Who gently raught to me with both his hands A naked childe, ſaying, behold thy ſoone, Take heed thou killſt him not. And with that word He diued downe againe. When ſtraight the skies Waxt blacke with cloudes, threatning a diſmall ſhowre, And I afraid, the child tooke in mine armes, Crying, ah heauens, and will you in an inſtant then, Both giue and take away my child againe? When on the ſudden all the skie waxt cleare: And in the Riuer ſell a thouſand bowes, And thouſand arrowes, broken all to ſhiuers. The body of the plane tree trembled there, And out of it there came a ſubtill voyce Which ſaid, Arcadia ſhalbe faire againe. So is the Image of this gentle dreame Fixt in my heart, that ſtill me thinkes I ſee't: But aboue all, the curteous aged man. For this when you me met, I comming was Vnto the temple for to ſacrifize, To giue my dreames preſage proſperous ſucceſſe. Our dreames are rather repreſentments vaine Of Idle hopes, then any things to come: Onely daies thoughts made fables for the night. The mind doth not ſleepe euer with the fleſh, But is more watchfull then, becauſe the eyes Do not lead it a wandring where they goe. Well, of cur children what the heauens diſpoſed haue, Is quite vnknowne to vs, but ſure it is, Yours gainſt the law of nature feeles not loue. And mine hath but the bond of his faith giu'n For her reward. I cannot ſay ſhe loues, But well I wot ſhe hath made many loue: And t'is vnlike, ſhe taſtes not that ſhe makes So many taſte. Me thinkes ſhee's alter'd much From that ſhe was: for full of ſport and mirth, Shee's wont to be. But t'is a grieuous thing, To keepe a woman married and vnmarried thus. For like a Roſe that in ſome garden growes, How daintie t'is againſt the Sunne doth riſe, Perſuming with ſweete odours round about, Bidding the humming bees to honey feaſt: But if you then neglect to gather it, And ſuffer Titan in his middayes courſe