Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 49 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
O glorious child, by whom the fertile plains, Deprived of till age, have their good regains: Now may the Ploughman go securely, and Sow both his Seed, and reap his Harvest in: These ugly teeth can now no more them chase. O glorious child of great Alcides' race, That monsters 〈◊〉, and wild Beasts dost deface. O glorious child, how thou dost couple still Pity with fortitude. 〈◊〉 behold Thy humble Silui●● vow; behold this head, That here and here in thy despite is armed With white and crooked tusks, envying thy horns. Thou puissant Goddess, since thou didst direct His shaft: the price of his great victory Is due to thee: he famous by thy grace. O glorious child of great Alcides' race, That monster, kill'st, and wild Beasts dost deface. Until this time I never durst believe, That which the Satire of Corisea said, Imagining his tale had been but forged, Maliciously to work me injury: Far from the troth it seemed to me that place, Where she appointed I with her should meet, (If that be true which was on her behalf, Delivered me by young Lisetta late) Should be the place to take th'Adult● ou● in: But see a sign that may confirm the same, e'en as he told me, so it is in deed. Oh what a Stone is this, which shuts up thus The huge mouth of this Cave? Oh Corisea, All in good time I have found out your guiles, Which after so long use, at last return With damage to yourself. So many lies, So many treacheries, must needs presage Some mortal disaduenture at the least, To him that was not mad, or blind with love: 'Twas good for mee● stayed away so long, Great fortune that my father me detained So with a tedious stay, as then me thought, Had I kept time but as Lisetta bade, Surely some strange adventure had I had. What shall I do? shall I attired with spleen, Seek with outrageous fury for revenge? Fenno, I honour her too much: so be The case with reason waighd; it rather would Have pity and compassion, than revenge. And shall I pity her, that me betrays? She rather doth betray herself, that thus Abandons me, whose faith to her was pure, And give herself in prey To a poor Shepherd stranger vagabond, That shall to morrow be more perfidous than she. Should I according to the satires counsel, her accuse, Of the faith broken, which to me she swore: Then must she die: My heart's not half so base, Let her then live for me: or to say better, Let her die unto me, and live unto others: Live to her shame, live to her infamy; Since she is such, she never can in me Kindle one spark of fearful jealousy.
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O glorious child, by whom the fertile plaines, Depriu'd of till age, haue their good regain: Now may the Plough-man goe ſecurelie, and Sow both his Seede, and reape his Harueſt in: Theſe ougly teeth can now no more them chace. O glorious child of great Alcides race, That monſters , and wild Beaſtes doſt deface. O glorious child, how thou doſt couple ſtill Pittie with fortitude. behold Thy humble Silui vow; behold this head, That here and here in thy deſpight is armd With white and crooked tuskes, enuying thy hornes. Thou puiſſant Goddeſſe, ſince thou didſt direct His ſhaft: the price of his great victorie Is due to thee: hee famous by thy grace. O glorious child of great Alcides race, That monſter, kilſt, and wild Beaſtes doſt deface. VNtill this time I nener durſt beleeue, That which the Satyre of Coriſea ſaid, Imagining his tale had been but fordg'd, Maliciouſly to worke me iniurie: Far from the toth it ſeemd to mee that place, VVhere ſhe appoynted I with her ſhould meete, (If that be true which was on her behalfe, Deliuered me by young Liſetta late) Should be the place to take th'Adult ou in: But ſee a ſigne that may confirme the ſame, Eu'n as he told mee, ſo it is in deed. Oh what a Stone is this, which ſhuts vp thus The huge mouth of this Caue? Oh Coriſea, All in good time I haue found out your guiles, Which after ſo long vſe, at laſt returne VVith damage to your ſelfe. So manie lies, So many trecheries, muſt needes preſage Some mortall diſaduenture at the leaſt, To him that was not madd, or blinde with loue: T'was good for mee ſtayde away ſo long, Great fortune that my father me detain'd So with a tedious ſtay, as then me thought, Had I kept time but as Liſetta bad, Surely ſome ſtrange aduenture had I had. What ſhall I doe? ſhall I attir'd with ſpleene, Seke with outragious furie for reuenge? Fno, I honour her too much: ſo bee The caſe with reaſon waighd; it rather would Haue pittie and compasſion, then reuenge. And ſhall I pittie her, that me betrayes? Shee rather doth betray her ſelfe, that thus Abandons mee, whoſe fayth to her was pure, And giue her ſelfe in pray To a poore Shepheard ſtraunger vagaband, That ſhall to morrow be more perfidous then ſhee. Should I according to the Satyres counſell, her accuſe, Of the fayth broken, which to mee ſhee ſwore: Then muſt ſhee die: My hart's not halfe ſo baſe, Let her then liue for mee: or to ſay better, Let her die vnto mee, and liue vnto others: Liue to her ſhame, liue to her infamie; Since ſhe is ſuch, ſhe neuer can in me Kindle one ſparke of fearefull iealowſie.