Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 61 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
If thou a father wert? I am a father man, A tender father of an only son: Yet were this same, my Siluioes' head, my hand Should be as ready for't as 'tis for this: For he this sacred habit shall unworthy wear, That to a public good, his private doth prefer. O let me kiss him yet before he die. Thou mayst not man. Art thou so cruel son? Thou wilt not answer thy sad father once. Good father hold your peace. O wretched we The holocaust contaminate o Gods. The life you gave, I cannot better give, Then for her sake, who sole deserves to live. Oh thus I thought his father's tears would make Him break his silence. Wretch with error have I done the law of silence, quite I had forgot. On Ministers, why do we stay so long? Carry him to the Temple back to th'noly Cell, There take again his voluntary vow. Then bring him back, and bring new Water too, New Wine, new Fire: dispatch, the sun grows low. But thank thou heavens thou aged impudent, Thou art his father? if thou wert not: well, (I swear by this same sacred habit on my head I wear) Thou shouldst soon taste how ill I brook thy boldness. Why, know'st thou who I am▪ know'st thou that with This rod I rule affairs both humane and divine? I cry you mercy holy sacred Priest. I suffered thee so long, till thou growest insolent. Knowest thou not Rage that justice 〈◊〉 up, The longer 'tis delayed, the greater 'tis? Tempestius fury never waigned rage, In breasts magnanimus, but that one blast Of Generous effect could cool the same: But it I can not grace obtain, let me Find justice yet, you can not that deny, Law makers be not freed from the Laws: I ask you justice, justice grant me then, You are unjust, if you Mirtillo kill. Let me then know how I can be unjust? Did you not tell me it unlawful was To sacrifice a Stranger's blood▪ I told you so, And told you that which heavens did command. He is a Stranger you would sacrifice. A Stranger, how? is he not then thy son? Let it suffice, and seek no further now. Perhaps because you not begot him here. Oft he lest knows, that most would understand. here we the kindred mean, and not the place. I call him Stranger, for I got him not. Is he thy son, and thou begots him not? He is my son, though I begot him not. Didst thou not say that he was borne of thee? I said he was my son, not borne of me. Extremity of grief hath made thee mad. If I were mad, I should not feel my grief. Thou art ore-madd, or else a lying man. A lying man will never tell the truth. How can it be son, and not son at once? The son of love, and not of nature he's.
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If thou a father wert? I am a father man, A tender father of an onely ſonne: Yet were this ſame, my Siluioes head, my hand Should be as ready for't as t'is for this: For he this ſacred habite ſhall vnworthy weare, That to a publique good, his priuate doth preferre. O let me kiſſe him yet before he dye. Thou mayſt not man. Art thou ſo cruell ſonne? Thou wilt not anſwere thy ſad father once. Good father hold your peace. O wretched wee The holocauſt contaminate ô Gods. The life you gaue, I cannot better giue, Then for her ſake, who ſole deſerues to liue. Oh thus I thought his fathers teares would make Him breake his ſcilence. Wretch with errour haue I done the law of ſcilence, quite I had forgot. On Miniſters, why do we ſtay ſo long? Carry him to the Temple backe to th'noly Cell, There take againe his voluntary vow. Then bring him backe, and bring new Water too, New Wine, new Fire: diſpatch, the ſunne growes low. BVt thanke thou heauens thou aged impudent, Thou art his father? if thou wert not: well, (I ſweare by this ſame ſacred habite on my head I weare) Thou ſhouldſt ſoone taſte how ill I brooke thy boldnes. Why, knowſt thou who I am▪ knowſt thou that with This Rodd I rule affayres both humaine and diuine? I cry you mercie holy ſacred Prieſt. I ſuffered thee ſo long, till thou grow'ſt inſolent. Knoweſt thou not Rage that Iuſtice vp, The longer t'is delayde, the greater tis? Tempeſtius urie neuer waigned rage, In breſtes magnanimus, but that one blaſt Of Generous effect could coole the ſame: But it I can not grace obtaine, let mee Finde iuſtice yet, you can not that denie, Law makers be not freed from the Lawes: I aske you iuſtice, iuſtice graunt me then, You are vniuſt, if you Mirtillo kill. Let me then know how I can be vniuſt? Did you not tell me it vnlawfull was To ſacrifize a Strangers blood▪ I told you ſo, And told you that which heauens did commaund. He is a Stranger you would ſacrifize. A Stranger, how? is he not then thy ſonne? Let it ſuffize, and ſeeke no further now. Perhappes becauſe you not begot him heere. Oft he leaſt knowes, that moſt would vnderſtand. Heere we the kindred meane, and not the place. I call him Stranger, for I got him not. Is he thy ſonne, and thou begots him not? He is my ſonne, though I begot him not. Didſt thou not ſay that he was borne of thee? I ſayd he was my ſonne, not borne of mee. Extremitie of griefe hath made thee madd. If I were madd, I ſhould not feele my griefe. Thou art ore-madd, or els a lying man. A lying man will neuer tell the trueth. How can it be ſonne, and not ſonne at once? The ſonne of loue, and not of nature hee's.