Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 62 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.
Is he thy son? he is no Stranger then: If not, thou hast no part at all in him: Father or not, thus thou convinced art. With words and not with truth, I am conuin'st. His faith is doubted that his words contraries. Yet do I say thou dost a deed unjust. On this my head, and on my Siluioes' head, Let my injustice fall. You will repent it. You shall repent, if you my duty hinder. I call to witness men and Gods. Gods you To witness call, that you despised have. Since you'll not hear me, hear me heaven and earth. Mirtill a stranger is, and not my son, You do profane your holy sacrifice. heavens aid me from this Bedlam man. Who is his father since he's not your son? I cannot tell you, I am sure not I See how he wavers, is he not of your blood? Oh no. Why do you call him son? Because I from his cradle have him nourished still, And ever loved him like my son. Bought you him? stole you him? where had you him: A courteous stranger in 〈◊〉 gave me him. And that same stranger, where had he the child? I gave him. Thou movest at once disdain and laughter. First thou him gav'st, and then hadst him in gift. I gave him that which I with him had found. And where had you him? In a low hole, Of dainty Mutle trees upon Alpheus' bank: And for this cause Mirtillo I him called. Here's a fine tale, what have your woods no beasts? Of many sorts. How scaped he being devoured: A speedy Torrent brought him to this hole, And left him in the bosom of a little I'll, On every side defended with the stream. And were your streams so pitiful they drowned him not? Your Rivers gentle are that children nurse. Laid in a cradle like a little ship, With other stuff the waters wound together, He was safe brought by chance unto this hole. Laid in a cradle? In a cradle laid. And but a child? I but a tender child. How long was this ago●● Cast up your court Is it not nineteen years since the great flood? So long 'tis since. Oh how I feel a horror shake My bones. He knows not what to say: Oh wicked act, o'ercome yet will not yield: Thinking t'ourstrip me in his wit, as much As in his force, I hear him murmur, Yet he nill bewray that he convinced is. What interest had the man you speak of in That child? was he his son? I cannot tell. Had he no better knowledge then of it then thus? Nor that know I. Know you him if you see him? He seemed a shepherd by his clothes and face, Of middle stature, of black hair his beard And eyebrows were exceeding thick. shepherds Come hither soon. Behold we are ready here. Which of these did he resemble then?
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Is he thy ſonne? he is no Stranger then: If not, thou haſt no part at all in him: Father or not, thus thou conuinced art. With words and not with trueth, I am conuin'ſt. His fayth is doubted that his wordes contraries. Yet do I ſay thou doſt a deed vniuſt. On this my head, and on my Siluioes head, Let my iniuſtice fall. You will repent it. You ſhall repent, if you my duetie hinder. I call to witneſſe men and Gods. Gods you To witneſſe call, that you deſpiſed haue. Since you'le not heare me, heare me heauen and earth. Mirtill a ſtraunger is, and not my ſonne, You do prophane your holy ſacrifice. Heauens aide me from this Bedlam man. Who is his father ſince hee's not your ſonne? I cannot tell you, I am ſure not I. See how he wauers, is he not of your bloud? Oh no. Why do you call him ſonne? Becauſe I from his cradle haue him nouriſht ſtill, And euer lou'd him like my ſonne. Bought you him? ſtole you him? where had you him: A courteous ſtraunger in gaue me him. And that ſame ſtraunger, where had he the childe? I gaue him. Thou mou'ſt at once diſdaine and laughter. Firſt thou him gau'ſt, and then hadſt him in gift. I gaue him that which I with him had found. And where had you him? In a lowe hole, Of daintie Mutle trees vpon Alpheus banke: And for this cauſe Mirtillo I him call'd. Here's a fine tale, what haue your woods no beaſts? Of many ſorts. How ſcapte he being deuour'd: A ſpeedie Torrent brought him to this hole, And left him in the boſome of a litle Ile, On euery ſide defended with the ſtreame. And were your ſtreames ſo pitifull they drownd him not? Your Riuers gentle are that children nuiſe. Laid in a cradle like a litle ſhip, With other ſtuffe the waters wound together, He was ſafe brought by chance vnto this hole. Laid in a cradle? In a cradle laid. And but a childe? I but a tender childe. How long was this ago Caſt vp your cout Is it not nineteene yeares ſince the great floud? So long t'is ſince. Oh how I feele a horror ſhake My bones. He knowes not what to ſay: Oh wicked act, orecome yet will not yeeld: Thinking t'ourſtrip me in his wit, as much As in his force, I heare him murmur, Yet he nill bewray that he conuinced is. What intereſt had the man you ſpeake of in That child? was he his ſonne? I cannot tell. Had he no better knowledge then of it then thus? Nor that know I. Know you him if you ſee him? He ſeem'd a ſhepheard by his cloaths and face, Of middle ſtature, of blacke haire his beard And eye-browes were exceeding thicke. Shepheards Come hither ſoone. Behold we are readie here. Which of theſe did he reſemble then?