Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 57 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
If dead he be not, or that through the air No winds have carried him, him might I find: But see him now, when least I thought I should: O late for me, for thee too quickly found, Except the news were better that I bring. Brings thou the weapon that hath slain my child? Not this, but less: But how heard you this news? Why lives she then? She lives, and may do still, For in her choice it is to live or die. Oh blessed be thou that lifts me up from death: But how is she unsafe, since at her choice it is To live or die? Because she will not live. She will not live? What madness makes her thust Another's death: and if thou dost not move her, She is so bent, as others send in vain Their praying words. Why stay we? let us go! What, soft and fair, the Temples gates are shut, And know you not how it unlawful is For any one save sacerdotal foot, To touch the sacred ground, until such time The Sacrifice unto the Altars come, Adorned with the Sanctuary rites? How if shee'ffect her purpose in the while? She cannot, for she's kept. in mean time, Then tell truly how all this is come to pass? Thy mournful child now come before the Priest With looks of fear and grief, that tears brought forth, Not only from us by, but by my troth, e'en from the pillars of the Temples self And hardest stones, that seemed to feel the same, Was in a trice accused, conuiced, condemned. O wretched child, and why was she condemned? Because the grounds of her defence were small: Besides, a certain Nymph, whom she did call In testimony of her innocence, Was absent now, and none could find her out: And fearful signs, and monstrous accidents Of horror in the Temple proved the doubt, As dolorous to us, as strange and rare, Not seen since we did feel heavenly ire That did revenge Amintas love betrayed, The first beginning of our misery. Diana sweat out blood, the Earth did shake, The sacred Cave did bellow out unwonted howling▪ And dire deadly cries: Withal, it breathed out such a stinking mist, As Pluto's impair kingdom hath no worse. And now with sacred order goes the Priest To bring thy daughter to her bloody end, The whilst Mirtillo (wondrous thing to tell) Offered by his own death, to give her life, Crying, unbind those hands (unworthy striges) And in her steed that should be sacrificed Unto Diana, drove me to the Altars A Sacrifice to my fair Amarillis. O admirable deed of faithful love. And noble heart.
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If dead he be not, or that through the ayre No windes haue carried him, him might I finde: But ſee him now, when leaſt I thought I ſhould: O late for mee, for thee too quickly found, Except the newes were better that I bring. Bringes thou the weapon that hath ſlaine my child? Not this, but leſſe: But how heard you this newes? Why liues ſhe then? Shee liues, and may do ſtill, For in her choyce it is to liue or die. Oh bleſt be thou that liftes me vp from death: But how is ſhe vnſafe, ſince at her choyce it is To liue or die? Becauſe ſhe will not liue. Shee will not liue? What madneſſe makes her thust Anothers death: and if thou doſt not moue her, Shee is ſo bent, as others ſend in vaine Their praying wordes. Why ſtay we? let vs goe! What, ſoft and faire, the Temples gates are ſhut, And know you not how it vnlawfull is For any one ſaue ſacerdotall foote, To touch the ſacred ground, vntill ſuch time The Sacrifize vnto the Aulters come, Adorned with the Sanctuarie rites? How if ſhee'ffect her purpoſe in the while? Shee cannot, for ſhee's kept. in meane time, Then tell truely how all this is come to paſſe? Thy mournefull child now come before the Prieſt With lookes of feare and griefe, that teares brought foorth, Not onely from vs by, but by my troth, Eu'n from the pillors of the Temples ſelfe And hardeſt ſtones, that ſeemd to feele the ſame, Was in a trice accus'd, conuic't, condemn'd. O wretched child, and why was ſhe condemn'd? Becauſe the groundes of her defence were ſmall: Beſides, a certaine Nimph, whom ſhe did call In teſtimonie of her innocence, Was abſent now, and none could finde her out: And fearefull ſignes, and monſtrous accidents Of horrour in the Temple proou'd the doubt, As dolorous to vs, as ſtrange and rare, Not ſeene ſince we did feele heauenly ire That did reuenge Amintas loue betrayde, The firſt beginning of our miſerie. Diana ſwet out blood, the Earth did ſhake, The ſacred Caue did bellow out vnwonted howling▪ And dire deadly cries: Withall, it breath'd out ſuch a ſtinking miſt, As Plutoes impare kingdome hath no worſe. And now with ſacred order goes the Prieſt To bring thy daughter to her bloodie ende, The whilſt Mirtillo (wondrous thing to tell) Offer'd by his owne death, to giue her life, Crying, vnbind thoſe handes (vnworthie ſtriges) And in her ſteed that ſhould be ſacrifiz'd Vnto Diana, draue me to the Aulters A Sacrifize to my faire Amarillis. O admirable deede of faythfull loue. And noble hart.