Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 63 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Him whom you talk withal he did not only seem, But 'tis the same, who though't be twenty years ago, Hath not a whit altered his ancient look. Stand then aside, Dametas stay with me, Tell me know'st thou this man? Me seemeth so, But yet I know not where. Him can I put in mind. Let me alone, stand you aside a while. I your commandment willingly obey. Now answer me Dametas, and take heed You do not lie, 'tis almost twenty years Since you returned from seeking out my child, Which the outrageous River bore away: Did you not tell me you had searched in vain All that same country, with Alpheus' waters? Why ask you this? Did not you tell me him You could not find? I grant I told you so. What child then was it (tell me) which you gave Unto this stranger which did know you here? Will you I should remember what I did So long ago? old men forgetful are. Is not he old? yet he remembers it. Tush he doth rather dote. That shall we see, Come hither stranger, come. I come. Oh that Thou wert as far beneath the ground. Tell me Is this the shepherd that gave thee the gift? This same is he. What gift is't thou speak'st of? Dost not remember in the temple of Olimpich Ioue, Having had answer of the Oracle, And being ready to depart, I met with thee, And asked thee of the Oracle, which thou declaredst, After I took thee home unto my house, Where didst thou not give me an Infant child, Which in a cradle thou hadst lately found? And what of that? This is that very child, Which ever since I like mine own have kept, And at these Altars must be sacrificed. Oh force of Destiny. Yet wilt thou feign? Is it not true which he hath told thee here? Oh were I dead as sure as it is true. And wherefore didst thou give another's goods? Oh master seek no more, let this suffice. Yet wilt thou hold me off and say no more? Villain thou diest if I but ask again. Because the Oracle foretold me that the child Should be in danger on his father's hands His death to have if he returned home. All this is true, for this he told me then. Ay me, it is too manifest, the case is clear. What resteth then, would you more proof than this? The proofe's too great, too much have you declared, Too much I understand, ●o Carino, Carino, How I change grief and fortunes now with thine, How they affections now are waxen mine, This is my son, oh most unhappy son, Of a more wretched father. More savage was The water in him saving, then in running quite away, Since at these sacred Altars by thy father's hands Thou must be slain, a woeful sacrifice, And thy poor blood must wash thy native soil.
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Him whom you talke withall he did not onely ſeeme, But tis the ſame, who though't be twentie yeares agoe, Hath not a whit alter'd his auncient looke. Stand then aſide, Dametas ſtay with me, Tell me know'ſt thou this man? Me ſeemeth ſo, But yet I know not where. Him can I put in minde. Let me alone, ſtand you aſide a while. I your commaundement willingly obey. Now anſwere me Dametas, and take heed You do not lye, tis almoſt twentie yeares Since you return'd from ſeeking out my child, Which the outragious Riuer bare away: Did you not tell me you had ſearch'd in vaine All that ſame countrey, with Alpheus waters? Why aske you this? Did not you tell me him You could not finde? I graunt I told you ſo. What child then was it (tell me) which you gaue Vnto this ſtranger which did know you here? Will you I ſhould remember what I did So long agoe? old men forgetfull are. Is not he old? yet he remembers it. Tuſh he doth rather dote. That ſhall we ſee, Come hither ſtraunger, come. I come. Oh that Thou wert as farre beneath the ground. Tell me Is this the ſhepheard that gaue thee the gift? This ſame is he. What gift is't thou ſpeak'ſt of? Doſt not remember in the temple of Olimpich Ioue, Hauing had anſwere of the Oracle, And being readie to depart, I met with thee, And ask'd thee of the Oracle, which thou declaredſt, After I tooke thee home vnto my houſe, Where didſt thou not giue me an Infant childe, Which in a cradle thou hadſt lately found? And what of that? This is that very child, Which euer ſince I like mine owne haue kept, And at theſe Aultars muſt be ſacrific'd. Oh force of Deſtiny. Yet wilt thou faine? Is it not true which he hath told thee here? Oh were I dead as ſure as it is true. And wherefore didſt thou giue anothers goods? Oh maiſter ſeeke no more, let this ſuffice. Yet wilt thou hold me off and ſay no more? Villaine thou dyeſt if I but aske againe. Becauſe the Oracle foretold me that the child Should be in danger on his fathers hands His death to haue if he returned home. All this is true, for this he told me then. Ay me, it is too manifeſt, the caſe is cleare. What reſteth then, would you more proofe then this? The proofe's too great, too much haue you declar'd, Too much I vnderſtand, o Carino, Carino, How I change griefe and fortunes now with thine, How they affections now are waxen mine, This is my ſonne, oh moſt vnhappie ſonne, Of a more wretched father. More ſauadge was The water in him ſauing, then in runing quite away, Since at theſe ſacred Aultars by thy fathers hands Thou muſt be ſlaine, a wofull ſacrifice, And thy poore bloud muſt waſh thy natiue ſoyle.