Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 16 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 0.71 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yea sweet, But yet not gracious, for it wanted still The better part: love gave it, but love not Returned it back. But then how did you When it was your lot to kiss? Unto those lips My soul did wholly fly, and all my life So shut therein, as in a little space It waxed nothing but a kiss. And all My other limbs stood strenghlesse trembling still, When I approached to her lightning looks, Knowing my deed was theft and deceit, I feared the majesty of her fair face, But she assures me with a pleasing smile: And puts me forward more, love sitting like A Bee upon two fresh and dainty Roses close. Kissing, I tasted there the honey sweet, But having kissed, I felt the lovely Bee Strike through my heart with his sharp piercing sting. And being wounded thus, half desperate, I thought t'have bitten those manslaught'ring lips, But that her odoriferous breath like air divine, wakened my modesty and still my rage. This modesty molesteth Lovers still. Now were the lots fulfilled, and every one With heedful minds the sentence did attend: When Amarillis judging mine the best, With her own hands she crowns my tresses, with The gentle garland kept for victory. But never was shadeless meadow drier parched, Under the baleful fury of the heavenly dog, Then was my heart in sunshine of that sweet, Never so vanquished as in victory. Yet had I power to take the garland off, And reach it her, saying to you belongs Alone the same. 'tis due to you, that made Mine good, by virtue of your mouth. She gently took't and crowned herself therewith. And with an other that she ware crowned mine. 't's this I wear thus dried as you see, It will I carry to my grave with me. In dear remembrance of that happy day. But more for sign of my dead hopes decay. Thou pity more than envy dost deserve, That wert another Tantalus in loves delights, That of a sport a torment true didst make. Thou payest too dear for thy stolen delicates. But did she ere perceive thy policies? That know I not (Ergasto) yet thus much I know, That in the time she made Elidis blessed With her sweet countenance, she liberal was Of pleasing looks to me. But thereof did My cruel fates rob me so suddenly, That I perceived it not till they were gone. When I drawn by the power of her beauteous look Leaving my home came hither, where thou know'st My father had this poor habitacle. But now the day that with so fair a spring began, Come to his western bound, thunders & lightens out, Ah then I saw these were true signs of death. Now had (alas) my tender father felt,
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Yea ſweet, But yet not gracious, for it wanted ſtill The better part: loue gaue it, but loue not Return'd it backe. But then how did you When it was your lot to kiſſe? Vnto thoſe lips My ſoule did wholy flie, and all my life So ſhut therein, as in a litle ſpace It waxed nothing but a kiſſe. And all My other limmes ſtood ſtrenghleſſe trembling ſtill, When I approached to her lightning lookes, Knowing my deed was theft and deceit, I feared the maieſtie of her faire face, But ſhe aſſures me with a pleaſing ſmile: And puts me forward more, loue ſitting like A Bee vpon two freſh and daintie Roſes cloſe. Kiſſing, I taſted there the honey ſweet, But hauing kiſt, I felt the louely Bee Strike through my hart with his ſharp piercing ſting. And being wounded thus, halfe deſperate, I thought t'haue bitten thoſe manſlaught'ring lips, But that her odoriferous breath like aire diuine, Wak'ned my modeſtie and ſtill my rage. This modeſtie moleſteth Louers ſtill. Now were the lotts fulfild, and eu'ry one With heedfull minds the ſentence did attend: When Amarillis iudging mine the beſt, With her owne hands ſhe crownes my treſſes, with The gentle garland kept for victorie. But neuer was ſhadeleſſe meadow drier parcht, Vnder the balefull fury of the heauenly dog, Then was my hart in ſunſhine of that ſweet, Neuer ſo vanquiſht as in victory. Yet had I power to take the garland off, And reach it her, ſaying to you belongs Alone the ſame. T'is due to you, that made Mine good, by vertue of your mouth. She gently took't and crownd her ſelfe therewith. And with an other that ſhe ware crownd mine. T's this I weare thus dried as you ſee, It will I carry to my graue with mee. In deare remembraunce of that happie day. But more for ſigne of my dead hopes decay. Thou pittie more then enuy doſt deſerue, That wert another Tantalus in loues delights, That of a ſport a torment true didſt make. Thou pai'ſt too deare for thy ſtolne delicates. But did ſhe ere perceiue thy pollicies? That know I not (Ergaſto) yet thus much I know, That in the time ſhe made Elidis bleſt With her ſweet count'nance, ſhe liberall was Of pleaſing lookes to mee. But thereof did My cruell fates robbe me ſo ſodeinly, That I perceiu'd it not till they were gone. Whē I drawne by the power of her beauteous looke Leauing my home came hither, where thou knowſt My father had this poore habitacle. But now the day that with ſo faire a ſpring began, Come to his weſtern bound, thunders & lightēs out, Ah then I ſaw theſe were true ſignes of death. Now had (alas) my tender father felt,