Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 29 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 0.80 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
So now I know Corisca are you not? 'tis so you are so great and have no hair, I could have wished no better match than this. And since you tied me, do untie me too, Quickly my heart, and I will pay thee with The sweetest kiss thou ever hadst. Why stayest? Me thinks your hands do shake. Put to your teeth, If with your nails you cannot do the deed. How tedious you're? Let me alone, Myself will rid me of this trouble soon: But see how many knots have made me sure. Ah that I may but make you play this part. So now I see. Ay me what do I see? Let me alone (traitor) ay wretched me. Stand still my soul. Let me alone I say, Date you thus offer force to Nymphs Aglaure, Elisa treachours where are you become? Let me alone. Behold I let you go. This is Corisca's craft, well keep you that Which you have not deserved. Why fly you hence▪ (Cruel) behold my death, behold this dart Shall pierce my woeful breast. What will you do? That which perhaps grieves you (most cruel Nimph. That any else beside yourself should do. Oh me, me thinks I am half dead. But if this work belong alone to you, Behold my breast, here take this fatal dart. Death you have merited. But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus presume? My love Love is no cause of any villain-act. Love trust me 'twas in me. I made me respective: And since you first laid hold on me less cause You have to call my action villainy. Yea e'en when I by so commodious means Might be made bold to use the laws of love, Yet did I quake a Lover to be found. Cast not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray. My much more love makes me more blind than you. Prayers and fine conceits, not snares and thefts, Discreetest Lovers use. Assavadge beast With hunger hunted, from the woods breaks forth And doth assail the stranger on his way, So I that only by your beauteous eyes Do live: since that sweet food me have forbade, Either your cruelty or else my fate A starved Lover issuing from those woods Where I have suffered long and wretched fast, Have for my health assayed this stratage me Which loves necessity upon me thrust. Now blame not me (Nymph cruel) blame yourself, For prayers and conceits true loves discretion As you them call, you not attend from me, You have bereaved with shunning me the means To love discreetly. Discreetly might you to do To leave to follow that which flies you so, In vain you know you do pursue me still. What is't you seek of me? Only one time Deign but to hear me, ere I wretched die. 't's well for you, the favour that you ask You have already had: now get you hence.
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So now I know Coriſca are you not? T'is ſo you are ſo great and haue no haire, I could haue wiſht no better match then this. And ſince you ti'de me, do vntie me too, Quickly my hart, and I will pay thee with The ſweeteſt kiſſe thou euer hadſt. Why ſtai'ſt? Me thinkes your hands do ſhake. Put to your teeth, If with your nailes you cannot do the deed. How tedious y'are? Let me alone, My ſelfe will rid me of this trouble ſoone: But ſee how many knots haue made me ſure. Ah that I may but make you play this part. So now I ſee. Ay me what do I ſee? Let me alone (traytor) ay wretched me. Stand ſtil my ſoule. Let me alone I ſay, Date you thus offer force to Nimphs Aglaure, Eliſa treachours where are you become? Let me alone. Behold I let you go. This is Coriſcaes craft, well keep you that Which you haue not deſeru'd. Why flie you hence▪ (Cruell) behold my death, behold this dart Shall pierce my woful breſt. What wil you do? That which perhaps grieues you (moſt cruell Nimph. That any elſe beſide your ſelfe ſhould do. Oh me, me thinkes I am halfe dead. But if this worke belong alone to you, Behold my breſt, here take this fatall dart. Death you haue merited. But tell me who Hath made you boldly thus preſume? My loue Loue is no cauſe of any villain-act. Loue truſt me t'was in me. I made me reſpectiue: And ſince you firſt laid hold on me leſſe cauſe You haue to call my action villanie. Yea eu'n when I by ſo commodious meanes Might be made bold to vſe the lawes of loue, Yet did I quake a Louer to be found. Caſt not my blind deeds in my teeth I pray. My much more loue makes me more blind then you. Prayers and fine conceits, not ſnares and thefts, Diſcreeteſt Louers vſe. Asſauadge beaſt With hunger hunted, from the woods breakes forth And doth aſſaile the ſtraunger on his way, So I that onely by your beauteous eyes Do liue: ſince that ſweet foode me haue forbad, Either your crueltie or elſe my fate A ſtarued Louer iſſuing from thoſe woods Where I haue ſuffered long and wretched faſt, Haue for my health aſſaid this ſtratage me Which loues neceſſitie vpon me thruſt. Now blame not me (Nimph cruell) blame your ſelfe, For praiers and conceits true loues diſcretion As you them call, you not attend from me, You haue bereau'd with ſhunning me the meanes To loue diſcreetly. Diſcreetly might you to do To leaue to follow that which flies you ſo, In vaine you know you do purſue me ſtill. What is't you ſeeke of me? Onely one time Daine but to heare me, ere I wretched die. T's well for you, the fauour that you aske You haue alreadie had: now get you hence.