Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 19 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 0.74 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
If in thy face I look (oh lovely boy) Then is this love a paradise of joy. But if I turn and view my spirit well, Then 'tis a flame of deep infernal hell. Nymph, no more words, give me my dog and do. Nay give me first, the love you promised. Have I not given it? what a stir is here, Her to cnntent: take it, do what thou wilt, Who doth forbid thee? what wouldst thou have more? Thou sow'st thy seed in sand wretched Dorinda. What would you have? why do you linger thus? As soon as you have got what you desire, (Perfidious Silvio) you are gone from me. No trust me Nymph. Give me a pledge. What pledge? I dare not tell. And why? I am ashamed. Are you ashamed to speak, and not ashamed It to receive? If you will promise me To give it, I will tell. I promise you. (Silvio my dear) do you not understand me yet? I should have understood you but with half of this. Thou art more subtle much then I. I am more earnest, and less cruel much then thou. To say the troth, I am no Prophet I, You must speak if you'll have me understand. O wretch one of those which thy mother gave to thee. A blow on th'ear? A blow on th'ear to one that loves Sometime she maketh much of me with one of them. Doth she not kiss you then? Nor she nor any else Doth kiss me. But perhaps you'd have a kiss. You answer not, your blushing you accuseth, I am content, but give me first my dog. Youhave promised me? 'tis true, I have promised thee. And will you stay? Tush what a stir is here? I will. Come forth Lupino, Lupino dost not hear? Who calls? I come, I come, it was not I, It was the dog that slept. behold thy dog More courteous than thyself. O happy me. He in these arms that thou despisest so, Did put himself. O my most dear Melampo. Esteeming dear my kisses and my sighs. I'll kiss thee thousand times poor cur. Hast thou no harm in running poor Melampo? O happy dog might I change lots with thee: Am I not brought unto an excellent pass, That of a dog I must be jealous thus? Lupino go unto the hunting straight, I'll follow thee. Mistress I go. Is aught behind? Where is the Do you promised me? Will you her have alive or dead? I understand you not. How's she alive, hath not my dog her killed? But say the dog hath not. Is she alive? Alive. So much more welcome she's. Only she's wounded in the heart. Thou mockest: How can she live and wounded in the heart?
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If in thy face I looke (oh louely boy) Then is this loue a paradize of ioy. But if I turne and view my ſpirit well, Then t'is a flame of deepe infernall hell. Nymphe, no more words, giue me my dog and doe. Nay giue me firſt, the loue you promiſed. Haue I not giu'n it? what a ſtirre is here, Her to cnntent: take it, do what thou wilt, Who doth forbid thee? what wouldſt thou haue more? Thou ſow'ſt thy ſeed in ſand wretched Dorinda. What would you haue? why do you linger thus? As ſoone as you haue got what you deſire, (Perfidious Siluio) you are gone from me. No truſt me Nymph. Giue me a pledge. What pledge? I dare not tell. And why? I am aſham'd. Are you aſham'd to ſpeake, and not aſham'd It to receiue? If you will promiſe me To giue it, I will tell. I promiſe you. (Siluio my deare) do you not vnderſtand me yet? I ſhould haue vnderſtood you but with halfe of this. Thou art more ſubtill much then I. I am more earneſt, and leſſe cruel much then thou. To ſay the troath, I am no Prophet I, You muſt ſpeake if you'le haue me vnderſtand. O wretch one of thoſe which thy mother gaue to thee. A blow on th'eare? A bloe on th'ear to one yt loues Sometime ſhe maketh much of me with one of thē. Doth ſhe not kiſſe you then? Nor ſhe nor any elſe Doth kiſſe me. But perhaps youl'd haue a kiſſe. You anſwere not, your bluſhing you accuſeth, I am content, but giue me firſt my dogge. Y'haue promiſt me? T'is true, I haue promiſt thee. And will you ſtay? Tuſh what a ſtirre is here? I will. Come forth Lupino, Lupino doſt not hear? Who calls? I come, I come, it was not I, It was the dogge that ſlept. behold thy dogge More courteous then thy ſelfe. O happy me. He in theſe armes that thou deſpiſeſt ſo, Did put himſelfe. O my moſt deare Melampo. Eſteeming deare my kiſſes and my ſighes. I'le kiſſe thee thouſand times poore curre. Haſt thou no harme in running poore Melampo? O happie dog might I change lots with thee: Am I not brought vnto an excellent paſſe, That of a dog I muſt be iealous thus? Lupino go vnto the hunting ſtrait, Ile follow thee. Miſtreſſe I go. Is ought behind? Where is the Doe you promiſt me? Will you her haue aliue or dead? I vnderſtand you not. How's ſhe aliue, hath not my dog her kild? But ſay the dog hath not. Is ſhe aliue? Aliue. So much more welcome ſhe'is. Onely ſhee's wounded in the hart. Thou mockſt: How can ſhe liue and wounded in the hart?