Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 38 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 544 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Oh if I do, Straight shall you see my miserable end. Live wretched man, live and revenged be. Oh no it is not true, it cannot be. Well there's no remedy, I must rehearse That which will vex thy heart. Seest thou that cave? That is the true custodian of her faith And her religion. There thee to scorn she laughs, There with thy torments doth she sauce the joys Of thy thrice happy rival. There to be plain Thy faithful Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the arms of a base shepherd slave. Go sigh, preserve thy faith, there's thy reward. Dost thou tell true Corisca? may I believe thee? The more thou seek'st, the worse thou findest still. But hast thou seen this thing Corisca? I have not seen't, yet mayst thou if thou wilt, For even this day is order ta'en this hour, That they may meet. Hide thee but somewhere here, And thou shalt see her first go in, than he. Then comes my death. See where she comes, Softly descending by the Temple's way. Seest thou her? Do not her stealing feet bewray her stealing heart? Attend thou here and thou shalt see th'effect. Since I am here, the truth I now will see, Till then, my life and death suspended be. LEt never mortal enterprise be ta'en in hand Without this heavenly counsel, half confused And doubtful was my heart when I went hence Unto the Temple, whence thanks be to heaven, I do well comforted, and well disposed return. Me thought to my pure prayers and devout, I felt a sprite celestial move within me Heartening my thoughts, that as it were did say, What fear'st thou Amarillis? be assured. So will I go assured, heavens be my guide, Favour fair Mother of love her pure designs, That on thy succour only doth depend. Queen of the triple sky if e'er thou prou'dst Thy suns hot fire, take pity then of mine. Guide hither courteous goddess that same swain With swift and subtle feet that hath my faith. And thou dear Cave into thy bosom take Me, loves handmaid, and give me leave there to Accomplish my desires. Why do I stay? Here's none doth see or hear. Enter secure. Oh Mirtillo, couldst thou but dream to find me here. WHat am I blind, or do I too much see? Ah had I but been borne without these eyes, Or rather not at all had I been borne. Did spiteful fates reserve me thus alive To let me see so bad, so sad a sight? Mirtill thy torments pass the pains of hell. No: doubt no more: suspend not thy belief, Thine eyes, thine ears, have seen, have heard it true. Thy love an other owns not by the law Of earth, that binds her unto any one, But by loves law that ties her sole to thee. O cruel Amarillis, was't not enough To kill me wretch, but thou must scorn me too? That faithless mouth that sometime grac'd my joys, Did vomit out my hateful name, because She would not have it in her heart to be A poor partaker of her pleasures sweet. Why stayest thou now? she that did give me life
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Oh if I do, Straight ſhall you ſee my miſerable end. Liue wretched man, liue and reuenged bee. Oh no it is not true, it cannot bee. Well theres no remedie, I muſt rehearſe That which will vexe thy heart. Seeſt thou that caue? That is the true cuſtodian of her faith And her religion. There thee to ſcorne ſhe laughes, There with thy torments doth ſhe ſauce the ioyes Of thy thriſe happie riuall. There to be plaine Thy faithfull Amarillis oft is wont To dally in the armes of a baſe ſhepheard ſlaue. Go ſigh, preſerue thy faith, there's thy reward. Doſt thou tell true Coriſca? may I beleeue thee? The more thou ſeek'ſt, the worſe thou findeſt ſtill. But haſt thou ſeene this thing Coriſca? I haue not ſeen't, yet may'ſt thou if thou wilt, For euen this day is order ta'ne this houre, That they may meete. Hide thee but ſomewhere here, And thou ſhalt ſee her firſt go in, then he. Then comes my death. See where ſhe comes, Softly deſcending by the Temples way. Seeſt thou her? Do not her ſtealing feete bewray her ſtealing heart? Attend thou here and thou ſhalt ſee th'effect. Since I am here, the truth I now will ſee, Till then, my life and death ſuſpended bee. LEt neuer mortall enterpriſe be ta'ne in hand Without this heauenly counſell, halfe confuſde And doubtfull was my heart when I went hence Vnto the Temple, whence thankes be to heauen, I do well comforted, and well diſpoſ'd returne. Me thought to my pure prayers and deuout, I felt a ſpright celeſtiall mooue within me Hartning my thoughts, that as it were did ſay, What fear'ſt thou Amarillis? be aſſurd. So will I goe aſſur'd, heau'ns be my guide, Fauour faire Mother of loue her pure deſſeignes, That on thy ſuccour onely doth depend. Queene of the triple skie if e're thou prou'dſt Thy ſunnes hotte fire, take pitie then of mine. Guide hither curteous goddeſſe that ſame ſwaine With ſwift and ſubtill feet that hath my faith. And thou deare Caue into thy boſome take Me, loues handmaid, and giue me leaue there to Accompliſh my deſires. Why do I ſtay? Here's none doth ſee or heare. Enter ſecure. Oh Mirtillo, couldſt thou but dream to find me here. WHat am I blind, or do I too much ſee? Ah had I but bene borne without theſe eyes, Or rather not at all had I bene borne. Did ſpitefull fates reſerue me thus aliue To let me ſee ſo bad, ſo ſad a ſight? Mirtill thy torments paſſe the paines of hell. No: doubt no more: ſuſpend not thy beliefe, Thine eies, thine eares, haue ſeene, haue heard it true. Thy loue an other ownes not by the lawe Of earth, that bindes her vnto any one, But by loues lawe that tyes her ſole to thee. O cruell Amarillis, wa'ſt not inough To kill me wretch, but thou muſt ſcorne me too? That faithleſſe mouth that ſometime gra't my ioies, Did vomit out my hatefull name, becauſe She would not haue it in her heart to be A poore partaker of her pleaſures ſweet. Why ſtay'ſt thou now? ſhe that did giue me life