Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 47 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I have not broke The Law, and I am innocent. Thou hast not broke The law of Nature happily (Love if thou likest) But human law and heavens thou hast transgressed, (Love lawfully.) Both heavens & men have erred to me: If it be true that thence our haps do come, For is it reason in my destiny, I bear the pain that's due to other's faults? Peace Nymph, came up thy tongue in wilful rage, Let loose, do not condemn the Stars, for we Ourselves procure us all our misery. I none accuse in heaven, but my ill fates. And worse than them is she, that me deceived. Then blame thyself, that hast deceived thyself, I was deceived, but by an other's fraud. 'tis no deceit, to whom deceit is dear. Then you I see condemn me for unchaste? I say not so, ask but your deeds, they'le tell. Deeds often are false tokens of the heart. The deeds we see, we cannot see the heart. See what you will, I'm sure my heart is clear. What led you then into the Cave alone? Simplicity, and my too much belief. Trust you your Chastity unto your Love? I trusted my false friend, and not my love. What friend was that, your amorous desire? Orminoes' sister, who hath me betrayed. Sweet treachery, to fall into your love. I knew not of Mirtilloes coming I. Why did you enter then? and to what end? Let it suffice not for Mirtilloes sake. You are condemned except youhave better proof. Let her be asked of my innocency. What she, that was the occasion of your fault? She that betrayed me, will you not her believe? What faith hath she that was so faithless then? I by our Goddess Cinthiaes' name will swear. Thy deeds have marred the credit of thine oath: Nymph, to be plain, these are but dreams, and waves Of muddy water, cannot wash clean, nor guilty hearts Speak troth; thou shouldst have kept thy chastity As dearly as the apple of thine eye. And must I then thus (good Nicander) die? Shall none me hear, nor none my cause defend? Thus left of all, deprived of every hope, Only accompanied with an extreme Unhappy Funeral 〈◊〉 that not helps me. Nymph be content, and since thou wert so fond In 〈◊〉, be more 〈...〉 punishment: eyes to heaven, thence 〈◊〉 thou come, And thence doth come all 〈...〉 that hap●, As from a Fountain doth a 〈...〉: And though to us it ill do seem, as every good with some ill, yet there 'tis 〈◊〉. Great 〈◊〉 doth know to whom all thoughts are known: So doth our Goddess whom we worship here, How much I grieve for thee: and if I have with my words thy soul, like a Physician I Have done, who searcheth first the wound Where it suspected is: be quiet then Good Nymph, and do not contradict that which Is writ in heaven above of thee.
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I haue not broke The Law, and I am innocent. Thou haſt not broke The law of Nature happely (Loue if thou likeſt) But humane law and heauens thou haſt tranſgreſt, (Loue lawfully.) Both heauens & men haue er'd to me: If it be true that thence our haps do come, For is it reaſon in my deſtenie, I beare the paine that's due to other's faultes? Peace Nimph, came vp thy toung in wilfull rage, Let looſe, do not condemne the Starres, for wee Our ſelues procure vs all our miſerie. I none accuſe in heau'n, but my ill fates. And worſe then them is ſhee, that mee deceiu'd. Then blame thy ſelfe, that haſt deceiu'd thy ſelfe, I was deceiu'd, but by an others fraude. T'is no deceite, to whom deceite is deare. Then you I ſee condemne me for vnchaſt? I ſay not ſo, aske but your deedes, they'e tell. Deedes often are falſe tokens of the hart. The deedes we ſee, we cannot ſee the hart. See what you will, I'am ſure my hart is cleare. VVhat led you then into the Caue alone? Simplicitie, and my too much beliefe. Truſt you your Chaſtitie vnto your Loue? I truſted my falſe friend, and not my Loue. VVhat friend was that, your amorous deſire? Orminoes ſiſter, who hath me betrayde. Sweete trecherie, to fall into your loue. I knew not of Mirtilloes comming I. VVhy did you enter then? and to what end? Let it ſuffize not for Mirtilloes ſake. You are condemn'd except y'haue better proofe. Let her be asked of my innocencie. VVhat ſhee, that was the occaſion of your fault? Shee that betray'd mee, will you not her beleeue? VVhat fayth hath ſhe that was ſo faythleſſe then? I by our Goddeſſe Cinthiaes name will ſweare. Thy deedes haue mard the credite of thine oath: Nimph, to be plaine, theſe are but dreames, and waues Of muddy water, cannot waſh cleane, nor guilty hartes Speake troth; thou ſhould'ſt haue kept thy chaſtitie As dearely as the apple of thine eye. And muſt I then thus (good Nicander) die? Shall none me heare, nor none my cauſe defend? Thus left of all, depriu'd of euery hope, Onely accompanied with an extreame Vnhappy Funerall that not helpes mee. Nimph be content, and ſince thou wert ſo fond In , be more puniſhment: eyes to heau'n, thence thou come, And thence doth come all that hap, As from a Fountaine doth a : And though to vs it ill do ſeeme, as eu'ry good with ſome ill, yet there t'is . Great doth know to whom all thoughtes are knowne: So doth our Goddeſſe whom we worſhyp heere, How much I grieue for thee: and if I haue with my wordes thy ſoule, like a Phiſicion I Haue done, who ſearcheth firſt the wound VVhere it ſuſpected is: be quiet then Good Nimph, and do not contradict that which Is writ in heau'n aboue of thee.