Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 42 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
LInco, I am assured thou know'st me not. Who would have thought that in these rusty rags Gentle Dorinda had been ever hid. Were I some Dog, as I but Linco am, Unto thy cost I should thee know too well. What do I see? Dor. Linco, thou seest great love, Working effects both strange and miserable. One like thyself, so soft so tender yet, That were't but now (as one would say) a babe, And still me thinks it was but yesterday Since in mine arms I had thee little wretch, Ruling thy tender cries, and taught thee too To call thy Father Dad, thy Mother Mamme: When in your house I was a Servant hired, Thou that so like a fearful do wast wont To fear earch thing before thou feltst this love, Why, on a sudden thee would scar each blast, Each Bird that stirred a bush, each Mouse that from Her hole did run, each Leaf would make thee start, Now wanderest all alone by hills, by woods, Fearing no Beast that haunts the Forests wild? Wounded with Love, who fears another hurt. Love had great power, that could not only thee Into a Man, but to a Wolf transeforme. O Linco, couldst thou but see here within, There shouldst thou see a living Wolf devour My wretched soul like to a harmless Lamb. And who's that Wolf? Silvio. Do. Ah thou hast said. Thou, for he is a Wolf, hast changed thyself Into a Wolf because no human looks Could move his love, perhaps this beasts yet mought. But tell me, where hadst thou these clothes so raged? I'll tell thee true, to day I went betime There where I heard that Silvio did intend A noble hunting to the savage Boor, At Erimantus foot, where Eliceit Puts up his head, not far off from the lawnd, That from the hill is severed by descent, I found Melampo my fair Siluioes' Dog, Whose thirst I think had drawn him to that place: I that each thing of Silvio held full dear, Shade of his shape, and footsteps of his feet, Much more the Dog which he so dearly loved, Him straightway took, and he without ado, Like to some gentle Cade, came quietly with me: Now whilst I cast this Dog to reconuey Home to his Lord and mine, hoping to make A conquest of his love by gift so dear, Behold he comes seeking his footsteps out, And here he stays. Dear Linco I will not Leese further time in telling every thing That twixt us past, but briefly to dispatch: After a heap of feigned vows and words, The cruel Boy fled from me straight away In ire'full mood with his thrice-happy Dog, And with my dear and sweetest sweet reward.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
LInco, I am aſſur'd thou knowſt me not. Who would haue thought that in theſe ruſty rags Gentle Dorinda had been euer hid. Were I ſome Dogge, as I but Linco am, Vnto thy coſt I ſhould thee know too well. VVhat do I ſee? Dor. Linco, thou ſeeſt great loue, VVorking effectes both ſtrange and miſerable. One like thy ſelfe, ſo ſoft ſo tender yet, That wer't but now (as one would ſay) a babe, And ſtill me thinkes it was but yeſterday Since in mine armes I had thee little wretch, Ruling thy tender cryes, and taught thee too To call thy Father Dad, thy Mother Mamme: When in your houſe I was a Seruant hir'd, Thou that ſo like a fearefull Doe wa'ſt wont To feare earch thing before thou feltſt this loue, Why, on a ſodaine thee would ſcarre each blaſt, Each Bird that ſtird a buſh, each Mouſe that from Her hole did run, each Leafe would make thee ſtart, Now wandreſt all alone by hills, by woodes, Fearing no Beaſt that hauntes the Forreſtes wilde? Wounded with Loue, who feares another hurt. Loue had great power, that could not onely thee Into a Man, but to a Wolfe tranſeforme. O Linco, could'ſt thou but ſee here within, There ſhould'ſt thou ſee a lyuing Wolfe deuoure My wretched ſoule like to a harmeles Lambe. And who's that Wolfe? Siluio. Do. Ah thou haſt ſaid. Thou, for he is a Wolfe, haſt changd thy ſelfe Into a Wolfe becauſe no humane lookes Could mooue his loue, perhaps this beaſtes yet mought. But tell me, where had'ſt thou theſe cloathes ſo ragd? I'le tell thee true, to day I went betime There where I heard that Siluio did intend A noble hunting to the ſauage Boore, At Erimantus foote, where Eliceit Puts vp his head, not farre off from the lawnd, That from the hill is ſeuer'd by diſcent, I found Melmpo my faire Siluioes Dogge, Whoſe thirſt I thinke had drawne him to that place: I that each thing of Siluio held full deare, Shade of his ſhape, and footſteps of his feete, Much more the Dogge which he ſo dearely lou'd, Him ſtraightway tooke, and hee without adoo, Like to ſome gentle Cade, came quietly with mee: Now whilſt I caſt this Dogge to reconuey Home to his Lord and mine, hoping to make A conqueſt of his loue by guift ſo deare, Behold he comes ſeeking his footſteps out, And heere he ſtayes. Deare Linco I will not Leeſe further time in telling euery thing That twixt vs paſt, but briefly to diſpatch: After a heape of faigned vowes and wordes, The cruell Boy fled from me ſtraight away In ire'full mood with his thrice-happy Dogge, And with my deare and ſweeteſt ſweete reward.