Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 66 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Is this the child the flood so bare away? The very same. And for this then dost thou Montanus call thyself a wretched father? O monstrous blindness of these earthly minds, In what a dark profound and misty night Of errors be they drowned? when thou O heavenly son Dost not enlighten them: Montanus thou Art blinder in thy mind than I of eyes, That dost not see thyself the happiest father And dearest to the gods that ever yet did child beget. This was the secret which the Fates did hide. This is that happy day, with so much blood So many tears we did expect. This is the blessed end of our distress. O thou Montanus turn into thyself, How is the famous Oracle forgot, Printed i'the hearts of all Arcadia? No end there is for that which you offends, Till two of heavens issue love unite, The tears of joys so satisfy my heart I cannot vtter it. No end there i, No end there is to that which you offends, Till two of heavens issue love unite, And for the ancient fault of that false wight, A faithful shepherds pity make amends. Tell me Montanus, is not this thy son heavens issue? is not Amarillis so? Who hath united them but only love? Silvio by parents force espoused was To Amarillis, whom he hated still, If thou the rest examine, you shall plainly see The fatal voice only Mirtillo meant. For since Amyntas' chance where have we seen Such faith in love that might coequal this? Who since Amyntas willing was to die For any Nymph, only Mirtill except. This is that faithful shepherds pity, which deserves To cancel that same ancient error of Lucrine. With this deed is the heavens ire appeased, Rather than with the shedding human blood, Rendering unto th'eternal justice, that Which female treachery did take away. Hence 'twas no sooner he unto the temple came, There to renew his vow, but straight did cease All those prodigious signs, now did The holy Image sweat out blood no more, Nor shook the ground, nor any noise nor stinch Came from the Cave, save gracious harmony, And odours. O sweet mighty providence, O heavenly Cod, had I all words, all hearts, All to thy honour would I consecrate: But to my power I'll render you your due. Behold upon my knees o heavenly powers, I praise your name, how much am I obliged That you have let me live until this day? An hundred years I have already worn, And never yet was life so sweet as now: I but begun to to live, now am I borne again. Why lose I time with words that unto deeds is due? Help me up son, without thee can I not Upraise these weak and feeble members son.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Is this the childe the floud ſo bare away? The very ſame. And for this then doſt thou Montanus call thy ſelfe a wretched father? O monſtrous blindneſſe of theſe earthly mindes, In what a darke profound and myſtie night Of errors be they drowned? when thou O heauenly ſonne Doſt not enlighten them: Montanus thou Art blinder in thy minde then I of eyes, That doſt not ſee thy ſelfe the happieſt father And deareſt to the gods that euer yet did child beget. This was the ſecret which the Fates did hide. This is that happy day, with ſo much bloud So many teares we did expect. This is the blſſed end of our diſtreſſe. O thou Montanus turne into thy ſelfe, How is the famous Oracle forgot, Printed i'the hearts of all Arcada? No end there is for that which you offends, Till two of heauens iſſue loue vnite, The teares of ioye ſo ſatisfie my heart I cannot vtter it. No end there i, No end there is to that which you offends, Till two of heauens iſſue loue vnite, And for the auntient fault of that falſe wight, A faithfull ſhepheards pitie make amends. Tell me Montanus, is not this thy ſonne Heauens iſſue? is not Amarillis ſo? Who hath vnited them but onely loue? Siluio by parents force eſpowſed was To Amarillis, whom he hated ſtill, If thou the reſt examine, you ſhall plainly ſee The fatall voyce onely Mirtillo ment. For ſince Amyntas chance where haue we ſeene Such faith in loue that might coequall this? Who ſince Amyntas willing was to die For any Nymph, onely Mirtill except. This is that faithfull Shepheards pitie, which deſerues To cancell that ſame auncient error of Lucrine. With this deed is the heauens ire appeaz'd, Rather then with the ſheading humane bloud, Rendring vnto th'eternall iuſtice, that Which female treacherie did take away. Hence t'was no ſooner he vnto the temple came, There to renew his vow, but ſtraight did ceaſe All thoſe prodigious ſignes, now did The holy Image ſweat out bloud no more, Nor ſhooke the ground, nor any noiſe nor ſtinch Came from the Caue, ſaue gracious harmony, And odours. O ſweet mightie prouidence, O heauenly Cods, had I all words, all hearts, All to thy honour would I conſecrate: But to my power Ile render you your due. Behold vpon my knees ô heauenly powers, I praiſe your name, how much am I oblig'd That you haue let me liue vntill this day? An hundred yeares I haue alreadie worne, And neuer yet was life ſo ſweet as now: I but begun to to liue, now am I borne againe. Why leeſe I time with words that vnto deeds is due? Helpe me vp ſonne, without thee can I not Vpraiſe theſe weake and feeble members ſonne.