Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 17 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
My not-foreseene departure, and o'ercome With grief, fell sick nigh hand to death, Whereby I was constrained to return. Ah that return proved the father's health, But deadly sickness to the son: for in short time I languished and pined quite away. Which held me from the time the sun had left The bull, until his entry into Capricorn. And so had still, had not my piteous father sought For counsel to the Oracle, which said, Only Arcadia could restore my health. So I returned to see her that can heal My body's grief (O Oracles false lie) But makes my soul sick everlastingly. Strange tale thou tellest (Mirtillo) thought be true. The only health to one that's desperate, Is to despair of health. And now 'tis time I go communicate with our Corisca. Go to the fountain you, there stay for me, I'll make what haste I can. Go happily, The heavens (Ergasto) quiths thy courtesy. O Fortunate delight, and care of my Fair spiteful Silvio. Ah that I were As dear unto thy cruel master as thou art. (Happy Metampo) he with that white hand, That nips my heart, thee softly stroking feeds. With thee all day and all the night he is, Whilst I that love him so, sigh still in vain. And that which grieves me worst, he gives thee still Kisses so sweet, that had I one of them, I should go blessed away, I cannot choose But kiss Melampo. Now if th'happy stars Of love, sent thee to me because thou shouldst Find out his steps. Go'w whither me great love. Thee nature teacheth. But I hear a horn Sound in these woods. Vo ho ho, Melampo ho, If my desire deceive me not, that is the voice O my beloved Silvio, that call, his dog, He hath our labour saved. Vohoho, Melampo ho. Doubtless 't's he: happy Dorinda. heavens Have sent him whom thou soughtst, 'tis best I put The dog aside, so may I win his love. Lupino. (Lu.) What's your will? Go hide thyself In that same thick, and take the dog with thee. I go. And stir not till I call. No more I will. Go soon. And call you soon, lest hunger make The dog believe I am a shoulder of mutton, and so fall too. Go get you hence hen-hearted wretch. O wretched me, whither shall I go To follow thee my dear, my faithful dog? The dales, the mountains, I have sought with care, All weary now I am. Cursed be the beast Thou didst pursue. But see a Nymph, perhaps She can tell news of him. Out upon her, 'tis she that's still so troublesome to me. I must dissemble. Fair and gracious Nymph, Did you my good Melampo see to day?
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My not-foreſeene departure, and orecome With griefe, fell ſicke nigh hand to death, Whereby I was conſtrained to returne. Ah that returne prooued the fathers health, But deadly ſickneſſe to the ſonne: for in ſhort time I languiſhed and pined quite away. Which held me from the time the ſunne had left The bull, vntill his entry into Capricorne. And ſo had ſtill, had not my pitious father ſought For counſaile to the Oracle, which ſaid, Onely Arcadia could reſtore my health. So I returnd to ſee her that can heale My bodies griefe (O Oracles falſe lye) But makes my ſoule ſicke euerlaſtingly. Strange tale thou telſt (Mirtillo) though't be true. The onely health to one that's deſperate, Is to diſpaire of health. And now t'is time I goe communicate with our Coriſca. Go to the fountaine you, there ſtay for me, Ile make what haſte I can. Goe happily, The heauens (Ergaſto) quith thy curteſie. O Fortunate delight, and care of my Faire ſpightfull Siluio. Ah that I were As deare vnto thy cruell maiſter as thou art. (Happie Metampo) he with that white hand, That nippes my heart, thee ſoftly ſtroking feeds. With thee all day and all the night he is, Whilſt I that loue him ſo, ſigh ſtill in vaine. And that which greeues me worſt, he giues thee ſtill Kiſſes ſo ſweete, that had I one of them, I ſhould goe bleſt away, I cannot chooſe But kiſſe Melampo. Now if th'appie ſtarres Of loue, ſent thee to me bcauſe thou ſhouldſt Find out his ſteps. Go'w whither me great loue. Thee nature teacheth. But I heare a horne Sound in theſe woods. Vo ho ho, Melampo ho, If my deſire deceiue me not, that is the voice O my beloued Siluio, that call, his dogge, He hath our labour ſau'd. Vohoho, Melampo ho. Doubtleſſe t's he: happie Dorinda. heauens Haue ſent him whom thou ſoughtſt, t'is beſt I put The dogge aſide, ſo may I win his loue. Lupino. (Lu.) Whats your will? Go hide thy ſelfe In that ſame thicke, and take the dogge with thee. I goe. And ſtirre not till I call. No more I will. Go ſoone. And call you ſoone, leaſt hunger make The dogge beleeue I am a ſhoulder of mutton, and ſo fall too. Go get you hence hen-hearted wretch. O wretched me, whither ſhall I goe To follow thee my deere, my faithfull dogge? The dales, the mountaines, I haue ſought with care, All weary now I am. Curſt be the beaſt Thou didſt purſue. But ſee a Nymphe, perhaps She can tell newes of him. Out vpon her, T'is ſhe that's ſtill ſo troubleſome to me. I muſt diſſemble. Faire and gracious Nymphe, Did you my good Melampo ſee to day?