Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 15 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.73 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Oh in our breasts what mighty power hath love? there's none can tell, save they the same which prove See how industrious love can work e'en in The simplest breasts. A sister which I had I made acquainted with my thoughts, who was By chance companion to my cruel Nymph. The time she stayed in Pisa and Elide, She faithful counsel, and good aid me gave, She dressed me finely in one of her gowns, Circling my temples with a periwig, Which gracefully she trimmed up with flowers. A quiver and a bow hung at my side, She taught me furthermore to feign my voice And looks, for in my face as then there grew no hair. This done, she me conducted where the Nymph Was wont to sport herself, and where we found A noble troop of maidens of Megara, By blood or love allied to my goddess. 'mongst them she stood like to a princely Rose, Among a heap of humble Violets. We had not long been there before uprose One of the maidens of Megara, and thus bespoke. Why stand we idly still in such a time, When plames and famous trophies are so rise? Have not we arms counterfeit fights to make As well as men? Sister's be ruled by me: Let's prove among ourselves our arms in jest, That when we come to earnest them with men, We may them better use. Let's kiss, and strive Who can kiss sweetliest among ourselves: And let this garland be the victor's gain. All at the proposition laughed: and all Unto it straight agreed. Straightway began A fight confused, no signal we attended. Which by her seen that first ordained the sport, She says again. Let's make her worthy judge That hath the fairest mouth. All soon agreed, And Amarillis chose. Who sweetly bowing down, Her beauteous eyes in modest blushing stand, Did show they were as fair within as th'were without. Or that her face her, rich-clad mouth envied, And would be clothed in pompous purple too, As who should say, I am as fair as it. In good time did you change into a Nymph, A happy token of good luck to come. Now did the beauteous judge sit in her plate, According as the Megarence prescribed. Each went by lot to make due proof of her Rare mouth, that heavenly paragon of sweetness. That blessed mouth that may be likened to A perfumed Indian shell of oriental pearl, Opening the dainty treasure, mixed with honey sweet And purple blush. I cannot (my Ergasto) tell Th'inexplicable sweetness which I felt Out of that kiss. But look what Cypress caves Or hives of Hybla have, are nothing all Compared with that which then I tasted there. Oh happy theft sweet kiss.
nodes 912–969 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 71 in this edition
Length
464 words · 594 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.728 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh in our breſts what mighty power hath loue? Ther's none can tell, ſaue they the ſame which proue See how induſtrious loue can worke eu'n in The ſimpleſt breſts. A ſiſter which I had I made acquainted with my thoughts, who was By chaunce companion to my cruell Nymphe. The time ſhe ſtaid in Piſa and Elide, Shee faithfull counſell, and good aide me gaue, She dreſt me finely in one of her gownes, Circling my temples with a periwig, Which gracefully ſhe trimmed vp with flowres. A quiuer and a bowe hung at my ſide, She taught me furthermore to faine my voice And lookes, for in my face as then there grew no haire. This done, ſhe me conducted where the Nimphe Was wont to ſport her ſelfe, and where we found A noble troupe of maydens of Megara, By blood or loue allyed to my goddeſſe. Mongſt them ſhe ſtood like to a princely Roſe, Among a heape of humble Violets. We had not long bene there before vproſe One of the maydens of Megara, and thus beſpake. Why ſtand we idly ſtill in ſuch a time, When plames and famous trophees are ſo riſe? Haue not we armes counterfait fights to make As well as men? Siſters be rulde by mee: Let's proue among our ſelues our armes in ieſt, That when we come to earneſt them with men, We may them better vſe. Let's kiſſe, and ſtriue Who can kiſſe ſweetlieſt among our ſelues: And let this garland be the victors gaine. All at the propoſition laught: and all Vnto it ſtrait agreed. Straightway began A fight confuſed, no ſignall we attended. Which by her ſeene that firſt ordaind the ſport, She ſaies againe. Let's make her worthy iudge That hath the faireſt mouth. All ſoone agreed, And Amarillis choſe. Who ſweetly bowing downe, Her beauteous eyes in modeſt bluſhing ſtand, Did ſhow they were as faire within as th'were without. Or that her face her, rich-clad mouth enuyed, And would be cloath'd in pompous purple too, As who ſhould ſay, I am as faire as it. In good time did you chaunge into a Nymphe, A happy token of good lucke to come. Now did the beautious iudge ſit in her plate, According as the Megarence preſcrib'd. Each went by lot to make due proofe of her Rare mouth, that heauenly paragon of ſweetneſſe. That bleſſed mouth that may be likened to A perfum'd Indian ſhell of orientall pearle, Op'ning the daintie treaſure, mixt with hony ſweet And purple bluſh. I cannot (my Ergaſto) tell Th'inexplicable ſweetneſſe which I felt Out of that kiſſe. But looke what Cypres caues Or hiues of Hybla haue, are nothing all Compar'd with that which then I taſted there. Oh happy theft ſweet kiſſe.