Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 18 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
I fair good Silvio? can you call me fair? That am not fair a whit unto your eyes. Or fair or soul, did you not see my dog? Answer to this, or I am quickly gone. Still thou art froward unto her that thee adores, Who would believe that in that smooth aspect Were harboured such rugged thoughts. Thou through These savage woods and rocky hills pursuest A beast that flies thee, and consumest thyself In tracing out thy greyhounds steps: and me Thou shun'st and dost disdain that loves thee so. Ah leave these does that run so fast away, Take hold of me thy preordained prey. Nymph, I Melampo came to seek, not to lose time, Farewell. Do not so shun me cruel Silvio, I'll tell thee news of thy Melampo man. Thoviests Dorinda. (Do.) Silvio, I protest By that dear love that me thy handmaid makes, I know where thy Melampo is that coursed the do. How did he lose her? Both dog and do are in my power. Both in your power? Why doth it grieve you then That I them hold that do adore you so? Dear Dorinda, quickly give me him. See wavering child, am I not fortunate? When a beast and a dog can make me dear to thee. Good reason too, but yet her I'll deceive. What will you give me? Two guilded apples Which my mother gave me yesterday. I want no apples, and perhaps I could Thee better-tasted give; didst thou not thus Disdain my gifts. What wouldst thou have, a kid, A lamb? Ah but my father gives me no such leave. Nor kids, nor lambs do I desire, it is thy love My Silvio which I seek. Wilt thou nought but my love? Nought else. I give it thee. Now my dear Nymph Give me my dog and do. Ah that thou knewst That treasure's worth whereof thou seemest so liberal, Or that thy heart did answer to thy tongue. Hear me fair Nymph, thou ever tellest me of A certain love, I know not what it is. Thou dost desire I should thee love, and so I do. As far forth as I can, or understand, Thou callst me cruel, and I know not cruelty. Wretched Dorinda, how hast thou placed thy hopes In beauty, feeling ne'er a spark of love? Thou lovely boy art such a fire to me, And yet burns not thyself. Thee under human shape O daintie mother, did the Cyprian dame Bring forth, thou hast his arrows and his fire. Well know my breast both burnt and wounded too, Get but his wings unto thy shoulders, and New Cupia shall thou be, were't not thy heart Is made of rocky frozen Icy shelf, Thou wantedst nought of love, but love itself. Tell me, what kind of thing is this same love?
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I faire good Siluio? can you call me faire? That am not faire a whit vnto your eyes. Or faire or ſoule, did you not ſee my dogge? Anſwere to this, or I am quickly gone. Stil thou art froward vnto her that thee adores, Who would beleeue that in that ſmooth aſpect Were harboured ſuch rugged thoughts. Thou through Theſe ſauage woods and rocky hills purſu'ſt A beaſt that flies thee, and conſum'ſt thy ſelfe In tracing out thy greyhounds ſteps: and me Thou ſhunſt and doſt diſdaine that loues thee ſo. Ah leaue theſe does that runne ſo faſt away, Take hold of me thy preordained pray. Nymphe, I Melampo came to ſeeke, not to looſe time, Farewell. Do not ſo ſhun me cruell Siluio, I'le tell thee newes of thy Melampo man. Thouieſts Dorinda. (Do.) Siluio, I proteſt By that deare loue that me thy handmaid makes, I know where thy Melampo is that courſt the doe. How did he leeſe her? Both dog and doe are in my power. Both in your power? Why doth it grieue you then That I them hold that do adore you ſo? Deare Dorinda, quickly giue me him. See wau'ring child, am I not fortunate? When a beaſt and a dogge can make me deare to thee. Good reaſon too, but yet her Ile deceiue. What will you giue me? Two guilded apples Which my mother gaue me yeſterday. I want no apples, and perhaps I could Thee better-taſted giue; didſt thou not thus Diſdaine my gifts. What wouldſt thou haue, a kid, A lambe? Ah but my father giues me no ſuch leaue. Nor kids, nor lambes do I deſire, it is thy loue My Siluio which I ſeeke. Wilt thou nought but my loue? Nought elſe. I giue it thee. Now my deare Nymph Giue me my dog and doe. Ah that thou knewſt That treaſures worth whereof thou ſeemſt ſo liberall, Or that thy heart did anſwere to thy tongue. Heare me faire Nymphe, thou euer telſt me of A certaine loue, I know not what it is. Thou doſt deſire I ſhould thee loue, and ſo I do. As farre forth as I can, or vnderſtand, Thou callſt me cruell, and I know not crueltie. Wretched Dorinda, how haſt thou plaſt thy hopes In beautie, feeling ne're a ſparke of loue? Thou louely boy art ſuch a fire to me, And yet burnes not thy ſelfe. Thee vnder humane ſhape O daintie mother, did the Cyprian dame Bring forth, thou haſt his arrowes and his fire. Well knowe my breaſt both burnt and wounded too, Get but hi wings vnto thy ſhoulders, and New Cupia ſhal thou be, wer't not thy hear Is made of rocky frozen Iſy ſhelfe, Thou wantedſt naught of loue, but loue it ſelfe. Tell me, what kind of thing is this ſame loue?