Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 45 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
This day betime you know Montanus came, With th'hapless father of the wretched Nymph, Both by one self devotion led, which was By prayers, to haste the marriage to good end: For this the sacrifices offered were, Which solemnly performed with good aspects: For never were there seen entrails more fair, Nor flames more bright, by which the blind Divine Mooued, did to Montanus say: This day With Amarillis shall your son be wed: Go quickly and prepare the marriage feast. Oh blindly done, blind Prophets to believe, The fathers and the standers by were glad, And wept, their hearts made tender with this joy. Titirus was no sooner gone, but straight we heard And saw unhappy fearful signs, the messengers Of sacredire: at which so sudden and so fierce, Each stood amazed, the priests enclosed were Within the greater cloisture, we without, Weeping were saying holy pray'res, when lo The wicked Satire audience earnest craves Of the chief Priest: and for this was my charge, I let him in, to whom he thus begins, Fathers, if to your Vows the Incense and The sacrifices be not answerable, If on your Altars purely burn no flames, Wonder not, for in Ericinaes' Cave, A treacherous Nymph profanes your holy Laws: And in adultery her faith doth break. Come Ministers with me, we'll take in the fact. A while th' unhappy father breathes, thinking he had Found out the cause of this so dismal signs, Straight he commands chief Minister Nacander go With that same Satire, and captived to bring Them to the Temple both: him straight accompanied With all our troop of under Ministers, The Satire by a dark and crooked way, Conducts into the Cave: the youngman scared Without torchlight, so suddenly assailed: Assays to fly unto that outward issue, But it the Satire closed hath too fast. What did you then? I can not tell you how Amazed we were, to see her that we taken had, To be Titirus daughter, whom no sooner we Had laid hold on, but out Mirtillo steps, And throws his Dart, thinking to wound Nicander: And had the steel hit as he did direct, Nicander had been slain: but shrinking back, Whether by chance or wit, he shunned the harm: But the strong Dart pierced his hairy clothes, And there stuck fast, Mirtillo not being able It to recover, captive taken was. What's come of him? He by an other way is led. What shall he do? To get more out of him, Besides, perhaps he shall not scotfree 'scape: For having so offended our high Priest, Yet would I could have comforted the wretch. Why could you not? Because the Law forbids Us under Ministers to speak with guilty folks: For this I came about, and left the rest, Provoking heavens with tears and prayers devout, To turn away this dreadful storm from us: And so pray ye, and therewithal farewell. So shall we do, had we but once performed Our duty unto Silvio, eternal Gods In pity, not in fury, show yourselves supreme.
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This day betime you know Montanus came, With th'haples father of the wretched Nimph, Both by one ſelfe deuotion led, which was By pray'rs, to haſte the marriage to good end: For this the Sacrifizes offered were, Which ſolemnly perform'd with good aſpectes: For neuer were there ſeene intrailes more faire, Nor flames more bright, by which the blind Diuine Mooued, did to Montanus ſay: This day With Amarillis ſhall your ſonne be wed: Goe quickly and prepare the marriage feaſt. Oh blindly done, blind Prophets to beleeue, The fathers and the ſtanders by were glad, And wept, their hartes made tender with this ioye. Titirus was no ſooner gone, but ſtraight we heard And ſaw vnhappy fearefull ſignes, the meſſengers Of ſacredire: at which ſo ſodaine and ſo fierce, Each ſtood amaz'd, the Prieſtes incloſed were VVithin the greater Cloyſture, we without, VVeeping were ſaying holy pray'res, when loe The wicked Satyre audience earneſt craues Of the chiefe Prieſt: and for this was my charge, I let him in, to whom he thus begins, Fathers, if to your Vowes the Incenſe and The Sacrifizes be not anſwerable, If on your Aulters purely burne no flames, Woonder not, for in Ericinaes Caue, A treacherous Nimph prophanes your holy Lawes: And in adultry her fayth doth breake. Come Miniſters with me, wee'le take in the fact. A while th' vnhappy father breathes, thinking he had Found out the cauſe of this ſo diſmall ſignes, Straight he commaundes chiefe Miniſter Nacander go With that ſame Satyre, and captiud to bring Them to the Temple both: him ſtraight accompanied With all our troupe of vnder Miniſters, The Satyre by a darke and crooked way, Conductes into the Caue: the young-man ſcar'd Without torch-light, ſo ſodainely aſſail'd: Aſſayes to fly vnto that outward iſſue, But it the Satyre cloſed hath too faſt. What did you then? I can not tell you how Amaz'd we were, to ſee her that we taken had, To be Titirus daughter, whom no ſooner we Had layd hold on, but out Mirtillo ſteps, And throwes his Dart, thinking to wound Nicander: And had the ſteele hit as he did direct, Nicander had been ſlaine: but ſhrinking backe, Whether by chaunce or wit, he ſhund the harme: But the ſtrong Dart pierced his hayrie cloathes, And there ſtucke faſt, Mirtillo not being able It to recouer, captiue taken was. What's come of him? He by an other way is led. VVhat ſhall he do? To get more out of him, Beſides, perhaps he ſhall not skotfree ſcape: For hauing ſo offended our high Prieſt, Yet would I could haue comforted the wretch. Why could you not? Becauſe the Law forbids Vs vnder Miniſters to ſpeake with gultie folkes: For this I came about, and left the reſt, Prouoking heauens with teares and prayers deuout, To turne away this dreadfull ſtorme from vs: And ſo pray yee, and therewithall farewell. So ſhall we do, had we but once performd Our duetie vnto Siluio, eternall Gods In pittie, not in furie, ſhew your ſelues ſupreame.