Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 22 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
Most certain true. Do not you know thereof? I know I promised was, But know not that the marriage is so near. I heard it of my brother Ormin: and to say the troth, There is no other talk. But you look pale. This news perhaps doth trouble you. It is Long since the promise past, and still my mother said This day it should revive. Unto a better life You shall revive, for this you should be merry, Why do you sigh? let that poor wretch go sigh. What wretch? Mirtillo, whom e'en now I found Ready to die: and surely he had died Had I not promised him this marriage to disturb, Which though I only for his comfort said, Yet were I fit to do it. And did he give consent? I: and the means. I pray you how? Easily: So you thereto disposed be to yield. That could I hope, and would you give your faith Not to disclose it, I discover would A thought which in my heart I long have hid. I it disclose! Ground open first thy jaws And swallow me up by a miracle. Know then (Corisca) when I think I must Be subject to a child, that hates, that flies from me, And hath no other sport but woods and beasts, And loves a dog better than thousand Nymphs, I malcontented ●●ue half desperate. But dare not say so for respect I bear Unto mine honesty, unto my faith Which to my father, and what worser is, Which to our puissant goddess I have given: If by thy help my faith my life both saved, I might divide me from this heavy knot, Then shouldst thou be my health, my very life. If so for this thou sighest good reason thou Dear Amarillis haste. How oft he said? A thing so fare to one that can despise it? So rich a lemme to one that knows it not: But you too crafty are to tell the troth. What let's you now to speak? The shame I have. Sister you have a mischievous disease, I'had rather have the pox. the fever, or the fistula, But trust to me, you'll quickly leave the same: Once do but master it, and then 'tis gone. This shamefastness that nature stamps in us Cannot be mastered for if you seek To hunt it from your heart, it she's into your face. O Amarillis, who (too wise) conceals Her ill, at last great folly she reveals. Hadst thou but at the first discovered This thought to me, thou hadst been lose ere this. Now try Corisca's art, you could not have Entrusted you into more subtle faithful hands. But when you shall be freed by my help From this same captive husband, will you not Provide you of another Lover then? At better leisure we will think of that.
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Moſt certaine true. Do not you know thereof? I know I promiſt was, But know not that the marriage is ſo neare. I heard it of my brother Ormin: and to ſay the troth, There is no other talke. But you looke pale. This newes perhaps doth trouble you. It is Long ſince the promiſe paſt, and ſtill my mother ſaid This day it ſhould reuiue. Vnto a better life You ſhall reuiue, for this you ſhould be merry, Why do you ſigh? let that poore wretch go ſigh. What wretch? Mirtillo, whom eu'n now I found Readie to die: and ſurely he had died Had I not promiſt him this marriage to diſturbe, Which though I onely for his comfort ſaid, Yet were I fit to do it. And did he giue cōſent? I: and the meanes. I pray you how? Eaſily: So you thereto diſpoſed be to yeeld. That could I hope, and would you giue your faith Not to diſcloſe it, I diſcouer would A thought which in my heart I long haue hid. I it diſcloſe! Ground open firſt thy iawes And ſwallow me vp by a miracle. Know then (Coriſca) when I think I muſt Be ſubiect to a child, that hates, that flies from me, And hath no other ſport but woods and beaſts, And loues a dogge better then thouſand Nimphs, I malcontented ue halfe deſperate. But dare not ſay ſo for reſpect I beare Vnto mine honeſtie, vnto my faith Which to my father, and what worſer is, Which to our puiſſant goddeſſe I haue giu'n: If by thy helpe my faith my life both ſau'd, I might diuide me from this heauie knot, Then ſhouldſt thou be my health, my verie life. If ſo for this thou ſigh'ſt good reaſon thou Deare Amarillis haſt. How oft he ſaid? A thing ſo fare to one that can deſpiſe it? So rich a lemme to one that knowes it not: But you too craftie are to tell the troth. What let's you now to ſpeake? The ſhame I haue. Siſter you haue a miſchieuous diſeaſe, I'had rather haue the poxe. the fuer, or the fiſtula, But truſt to me, youl'e quickly leaue the ſame: Once do but maſter it, and then t'is gone. This ſhamefaſtneſſe that nature ſtamps in vs Cannot be maſtered for if you ſeeke To hunt it from your hart, it ſhes into your face. O Amarillis, who (too wiſe) conceales Her ill, at laſt great folly ſhe reueales. Hadſt thou but at the firſt diſcouered This thought to me, thou hadſt bene loſe ere this. Now trie Coriſcaes art, you could not haue Entruſted you into more ſubtil faithfull hands. But when you ſhall be freed by my helpe From this ſame captiue husband, will you not Prouide you of another Louer then? At better leyſure we will thinke of that.