Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 11 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 0.78 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
To scorch her sides, and burn her dainty seat, Then ere Sunset, discoloured she falls, And nothing worth upon the shadowed hedge. Even so a maid whom mother's care doth keep, Shutting her heart from amorous desires. But if the piercing looks of hungry lovers eyes Come but to view her, if she hear him sigh, Her heart soon opes, her breast soon takes in love: Which if for shame she hide, or fear contain, The silent wretch in deep desire consumes. So fadeth beauty if that fire endure, And losing time, good fortune's lost be sure. Be of good cheer, let not these human fears, Confound thy sprite, let's put our trust o'th ' Gods, And pray to them ('tis meet) for good success. Our children are their offspring, and be sure They will not see them lost that others keep. Go'w, let us to the Temple jointly go, And sacrifice you a he Goat to Pan, I a young Bull, to mighty Hercules. He that the heard makes thrive, can therewithal Make him thrive, that with the profits of his herd halloweth the Altars. Faithful Dametas, Go thou and fetch a young and lovely Bu'l, As any's in the heard, and bring it by the mountains way, I at the Temple will attend for thee. A he Goat bring Dametas from my herd. Both one and other I will well perform. I pray the Gods (Montane) thy dream do sort Unto as good an end as thou dost hope. I know remembrance of thy son thou lost, Inspires thee with a happy prophecy. LIke frost to grass, like drought to gentle flowers, Like lightning unto corn, like worms to seeds, Like nets to dear, like lime to silly birds, So to mankind is love a cruel foe. He that love likened unto fire, knew well His perfidous and wicked kind. For look But on this fire, how fine a thing it is. But touch it, and 'tis then a cruel thing. The world hath not a monster more to dread. It ravens worse than beasts, and strikes more deep Than edged steel, and like the wind it flies: And where it planteth his imperious feet, Each force doth yield, all power giveth place. e'en so this love, if we it but behold, In two fair eyes, and in a golden Tress, Oh how it pleaseth! oh how then it seems To breath out joy, and promise largely peace! But if you it approach, and tempt it once, So that it creep and gather force in you, Hircane no Tigers, Libya no Lions hath, Nor poisonous worms, with teeth or stings so fierce, That can surpass, or equal loves disease, More dreadful than is hell, then death itself, Sweet pities foe, the minister of rage: And to conclude, love void of any love. Why speak I thus of love? why blame him thus? Is he the cause that the whole world in love, Or rather love-dissembling, sinneth so? Oh woman's treachery! that is the cause That hath begotten love this infamy.
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To ſcorch her ſides, and burne her daintie ſeat, Then ere Sun-ſet, diſcoloured ſhe falls, And nothing worth vpon the ſhadow'd hedge. Euen ſo a maid whom mothers care doth keepe, Shuing her heart from amorous deſires. But if the piercing lookes of hungry louers eyes Come but to view her, if ſhe heare him ſigh, Her heart ſoone ope's, her breaſt ſoone takes in loue: Which if for ſhame ſhe hide, or feare containe, The ſilent wretch in deepe deſire conſumes. So fadeth beautie if that fire endure, And leeſing time, good fortune's loſt be ſure. Be of good cheare, let not theſe humane feares, Confound thy ſpright, let's put our truſt 'th' Gods, And pray to them (t'is meet) for good ſucceſſe. Our children are their off-ſpring, and be ſure They will not ſee them loſt that others keepe. Go'w, let vs to the Temple ioyntly goe, And ſacrifize you a hee Goat to Pan, I a young Bull, to mightie Hercules. He that the heard makes thriue, can therewithall Make him thriue, that with the profits of his heard Hallowes the Altars. Faithfull Dametas, Go thou and fetch a young and louely Bu'l, As anie's in the heard, and bring it by the mountaines way, I at the Temple will attend for thee. A he Goat bring Dametas from my heard. Both one and other I will well performe. I pray the Gods (Montane) thy dreame do ſort Vnto as good an end as thou doſt hope. I know remembrance of thy ſonne thou loſt, Inſpires thee with a happie prophecie. LIke froſt to graſſe, like drought to gentle flowres, Like lightning vnto corne, like wormes to ſeeds, Like nets to deere, like lime to ſilly birds, So to mankind is loue a cruell foe. He that loue lik'ned vnto fire, knew well His pefidous and wicked kind. For looke But on this fire, how fine a thing it is. But touch it, and t'is then a cruell thing. The world hath not a monſter more to dread. It rauens worſe then beaſts, and ſtrikes more deepe Then edged ſteele, and like the winde it ſlies: And where it planteth his imperious feet, Each force doth yeeld, all power giueth place. Eu'n ſo this loue, if we it but behold, In two faire eyes, and in a golden Treſſe, Oh how it pleaſeth! oh how then it ſeemes To breathe out ioy, and promiſe largely peace! But if you it approach, and tempt it once, So that it creepe and gather force in you, Hircane no Tigres, Liby no Lyons hath, Nor poiſonous wormes, with teeth or ſtings ſo fierce, That can ſurpaſſe, or equall loues diſeaſe, More dreadfull then is hell, then death it ſelfe, Sweete pitties foe, the miniſter of rage: And to conclude, loue voyd of any loue. Why ſpeake I thus of loue? why blame him thus? Is he the cauſe that the whole world in loue, Or rather loue-diſſembling, ſinneth ſo? Oh womans treacherie! that is the cauſe That hath begotten loue this infamy.