Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 65 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Wretched old man, as greater flames do dim The lesser lights, even so the sorrow I Do of thy grief conceive, hath put out mine, Thy case alone deserveth pity now. SOftly my son, and set thy feet secure, Thou must uphold me in this rugged way, Thou art my body's eye, I am thy minds, And when thou com'st before the Priest, there stay, Is't not the reverend Tirenio which I see? Who blind on earth, yet seeth all in heaven? Some great thing moves him thus, these many years I saw him not out of his holy Cell. God grant he bring us happy news. Father Tirenio, what's the news with you▪ You from the temple? how comes this to pass? To you I come for news, yet bring you news How oft blind eyes do aid the inward sight, The whilst the mind untraveld with wild sights, Withdraws into itself, and Lynceus eyes Doth set a work in sightless senses blind. We may not Montane pass so lightly o'er The unexpected things, that heavenly mixture temps with human, Because the Gods do not converse on earth, Nor partly hold with mortal men at all. But all these works so great, so wonderful, Which the blind world to blinder chance ascribes, Is nothing but ce'estiall counsel talk, So speak th'eternal powers amongst themselves, Whose voices though they touch not deafened ears, Yet do they sound to hearts that understand. O four, o six times happy he that understands it well. The good Nicander as thou didst command, Stays to conduct the holy sacrifice, But I retained him by an accident That's newly fallen: the which (I know not) all Unwonted and confused, twixt hope and fear. Dulleth my sense. I cannot understand, and yet the less I comprehend, the more I do conceive. That which you know not wretch, I know too well, But tell me can the Fates hide aught from thee? That piercest to the deep'st of Destinies. If (son) the use divine of light prophetical Were nature's gift, and not the gift of heaven, Then might'st thou see as well as I, that Fates Secrets sometime deny our working minds, This only 'tis that makes me come to thee, That I might better be informed who 'tis That is discovered father to the youth That's doomed to die (if I Nicander understand.) That father you desire to know am I. You father of our Goddess sacrifice? I am the wretched father of that wretched son. Of that same faithful shepherd, that to give Life to an other, gives himself to death? His that by death giveth an other life, Yet by that death kills him that gave him life. And is this true? Behold my witness here. That which he saith is true. And who art thou? I am Carino his father thought till now.
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Wretched old man, as greater flames do dimme The leſſer lights, euen ſo the ſorrow I Do of thy griefe conceiue, hath put out mine, Thy caſe alone deſerueth pittie now. SOftly my ſonne, and ſet thy feet ſecure, Thou muſt vphold me in this rugged way, Thou art my bodies eye, I am thy mindes, And when thou com'ſt before the Prieſt, there ſtay, Is't not the reuerend Tirenio which I ſee? Who blind on earth, yet ſeeth all in heauen? Some great thing moues him thus, theſe many years I ſawe him not out of his holy Cell. God grant he bring vs happie newes. Father Tirenio, what's the newes with you▪ You from the temple? how comes this to paſſe? To you I come for news, yet bring you news How oft blind eyes do aide the inward ſight, The whilſt the minde vntraueld with wilde ſights, Withdrawes into it ſelfe, and Linceus eyes Doth ſet a worke in ſightleſſe ſences blinde. We may not Montane paſſe ſo lightly ore The vnexpected things, that heauenly mixture temps with humane, Becauſe the Gods do not conuerſe on earth, Nor partly hold with mortall men at all. But all theſe workes ſo great, ſo wonderfull, Which the blind world to blinder chance aſcribes, Is nothing but ce'eſtiall counſell talke, So ſpeake th'eternall powers amongſt themſelues, Whoſe voices though they touch not deafened eares, Yet do they ound to hearts that vnderſtand. O foure, ô ſix times happy he that vnderſtands it well. The good Nicander as thou didſt command, Stayes to conduct the holy ſacrifice, But I retaind him by an accident That's newly falne: the which (I know not) all Vnwonted and confuſ'd, twixt hope and feare. Dulleth my ſence. I cannot vnderſtand, and yet the leſſe I comprehend, the more I do conceiue. That which you know not wretch, I know too well, But tell me can the Fates hide ought from thee? That pierceſt to the deep'ſt of Deſtinies. If (ſonne) the vſe diuine of light propheticall Were natures gift, and not the gift of heauen, Then might'ſt thou ſee as well as I, that Fates Secrets ſometime denie our working mindes, This onely tis that makes me come to thee, That I might better be inform'd who tis That is diſcouered father to the youth That's doom'd to die (if I Nicander vnderſtand.) That father you deſire to know am I. You father of our Goddeſſe ſacrifice? I am the wretched father of that wretched ſonne. Of that ſame faithfull ſhepheard, that to giue Life to an other, giues himſelfe to death? His that by death giueth an other life, Yet by that death kills him that gaue him life. And is this true? Behold my witneſſe here. That which he ſaith is true. And who art thou? I am Carino his father thought till now.