Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 67 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Tirenio hath waked such joy in me United yet with such a miracle As I scarce feel I joy, nor can my soul Confounded show me high retained mirth, O gracious pity of the highest Gods, O fortunate Arcadia, o earth, More happy than all earths beneath the sun, So deare's thy good, I have forgot mine own, And my beloved sons, whom twice I lost, And twice again have found, these seem a drop To the huge waves of thy great good: o dream, O blessed dream, celestial vision rather. Arcadia now thou waxest bright again. Why stay we Montane now? heavens not expect A sacrifice of rage, but thanks and love, In stead of death our Goddess now commands Of marriage knot a sweet solemnity: But say how far's tonight? Not past one hour. Then to the Temple turn, where let thy son Espoused be to Amarillis straight, whom he may lead Unto his father's house before the sun be set, So heavens command. Come, go Montanus, go. Take heed Tiremo we do not violate Our holy law, can she her faith now give Unto Mirtillo, which she Silvio gave? And unto Silvio may she give her faith, So said thy servant, was Mirtillo called, Though I more liked Mirtillo him to name. That's very true, I did revive his name In this my younger son. That doubts well cleared, now let us go. Carino go with us, this day Mirtillo hath Two fathers found, Montane a son, and thou a brother. In love Mirtilloes father, and your brother, In reverence a servant to you both: And since you are so kind to me, I pray you then Bid my companion welcome for my sake. Most welcome both. Eternal heavenly powers, How diverse are your high untrodden ways By which your favours do on us descend? From those same crooked deceitful paths whereby Our thoughts would fame mount up into the sky? LInco belike the spiteful Silvio When lest he meant, a Lover is become, But what became of her? We carried her To Siluioes' house, whose mother her embraced With tears of joy or grief I know not whether, Glad that her son is waxed a loving spouse, But sorry for the Nymphs mishap, and that She is a stepdame evil furnished Of two daughters in law: plaining one dead, An other wounded. Is Amarillis dead? She must die straight, for so doth fame report, For this, I go to comfort old Montanus, Who losing one sons wife, hath found an other. Then doth Dorinda live? Live. ay 'twere well Thou wert so well. Her wound not mortal was. Had she been dead, yet Siluioes' cunning would Have her 〈◊〉. What Art her healed so soon?
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Tirenio hath wak't ſuch ioy in me Vnited yet with ſuch a myracle As I ſcarce feele I ioy, nor can my ſoule Confounded ſhewe me high reteined mirth, O gracious pitie of the higheſt Gods, O fortunate Arcadia, ô earth, More happie then all earths beneath the ſunne, So deare's thy good, I haue forgot mine owne, And my beloued ſonnes, whom twiſe I loſt, And twiſe againe haue found, theſe ſeeme a drop To the huge waues of thy great good: ô dreame, O bleſſed dreame, celeſtiall viſion rather. Arcadia now thou waxeſt bright againe. Why ſtay we Montane now? heauens not expect A ſacrifice of rage, but thankes and loue, In ſtead of death our Goddeſſe now commaunds Of marriage knot a ſweet ſolemnitie: But ſay how farre's to night? Not paſt one houre. Then to the Temple turne, where let thy ſonne Eſpowſed be to Amarillis ſtraight, whom he may leade Vnto his fathers houſe before the ſunne be ſet, So heauens commaund. Come, gow Montanus, gow. Take heed Tiremo we do not violate Our holy law, can ſhe her faith now giue Vnto Mirtillo, which ſhe Siluo gaue? And vnto Siluio may ſhe giue her faith, So ſaid thy ſeruant, was Mirtillo call'd, Though I more lik'd Mirtillo him to name. That's very true, I did reuiue his name In this my younger ſonne. That doubt's well clear'd, now let vs goe. Carino go with vs, this day Mirtillo hath Two fathers found, Montane a ſonne, and thou a brother. In loue Mirtilloes father, and your brother, In reuerence a ſeruant to you both: And ſince you are ſo kinde to me, I pray you then Bid my companion welcome for my ſake. Moſt welcome both. Eternall heauenly powers, How diuerſe are your high vntroden waies By which your fauours do on vs deſcend? From thoſe ſame crook't deceitfull pathes whereby Our thoughts would fame mount vp into the sky? LInco belike the ſpightfull Silio When leaſt he ment, a Louer is become, But what became of her? We carried her To Siluioes houſe, whoſe mother her embrac't With teares of ioy or griefe I know not whether, Glad that her ſonne is waxt a louing ſpowſe, But ſory for the Nymphs miſhap, and that She is a ſtepdame euill furniſhed Of two daughters in law: playning one dead, An other wounded. Is Amarillis dead? She muſt die ſtraight, for ſo doth fame report, For this, I goe to comfort old Montanus, Who leſing one ſonnes wife, hath found an other. Then doth Dorinda liue? Liue. I t'were well Thou wert ſo well. Her wound not mortall was. Had ſhe bene dead, yet Siluioes cunning would Haue her . What Art her heal'd ſo ſoone?