Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 70 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.71 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Yes, yes, Argasto, see how glad I am. O hadst thou seen but Amarillis when She gave Mirtill her hand for pledge, and took His hand again, thou easily hadst perceived A sweet but unseen kiss: I could not say Whether she took it, or she gave it him. Her cheeks would have the purest colour stained, Purple or Roses Art, or nature brings, How modesty was armed in dainty shield Of sanguine beauty, with force of that stroke Unto the strikor turned, whilst she all nice Seemed as though she fled, but to recover force She might more sweetly encounter that same blow, Leaving it doubtful if this kiss were given or ta'en, With such a wondrous Art it granted was. This taken sweet, was like an action mixed With rapine and with yielding both at once, A●o so courteous, that it seemed to crave The very thing that it denying gave: Such a retreat, and such a speedless flight, As mend the pace of the pursuer, might, O sweetest kiss, I cannot stay Corisca, I go directly I to find a wife: For 'mongst the joys there is no pleasure sure, If gentle love do not the same procure. If he say true, than thou Corisca hast lost all. Come holy Himeneus, come this even According to our vows and to our songs thou these lovers 〈...〉. one 〈...〉 of heaven, Knit thou the 〈...〉. Ah me it is too true, this is the fruit Thou from thy store of vanities must reap. O thoughts, o my desires, no less unjust Than false and vain. Thus of an innocent I sought the death to have my beastly will, So bloody cruel was I then, so blind. Who opens now mine eyes? Ah wretch, I see My fault most foul that seemed felicity. Come holy Himeneus▪ etc. See faithful Shepherd, after all thy tears, All thy distresses, whither thou art come, Is not this she from thee was ta'en away By law of heaven and earth? by cruel fate? By her chaste will? and by thy poor estate? By her faith given another man, and by her death, Behold Mirtillo now she's only thine. This face, these eyes, this breast, these dainty hands, All that thou seest, hear'st, and feel'st, so often sought In vain by thee, are now rewards become Of thine undaunted faith, yet thou art dumb. How can I speak, I scarce know if I breath, Nor what I see, I scarce believe I see: Let Amarillis you that pleasure give, In her alone my soul's affections live. Come holy Himeneus, etc. What do ye now with me treacherous toys, wild frenzies of the body, spots of the soul? You long enough have me betrayed here, Go get you to the earth, for earth you are, You wear th'arms erst of lascivious love, Trophies of chastity now may you prove.
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Yes, yes, Argasto, ſee how glad I am. O hadſt thou ſeene but Amarillis when She gaue Mirtill her hand for pledge, and tooke His hand againe, thou eaſily hadſt perceiu'd A ſweet but vnſeene kiſſe: I could not ſay Whether ſhe tooke it, or ſhe gaue it him. Her cheekes would haue the pureſt colour ſtain'd, Purple or Roſes Art, or nature brings, How modeſtie was arm'd in daintie ſhield Of ſanguine beautie, with force of that ſtroke Vnto the ſtrikor turned, whilſt ſhe all nice Seemed as though ſhe fled, but to recouer force Shee might more ſweetly encounter that ſame blow, Leauing it doubtfull if this kiſſe were giuen or ta'ne, With ſuch a wondrous Art it graunted was. This taken ſweet, was like an action mixt With rapine and with yeelding both at once, Ao ſo courteous, that it ſeem'd to craue The very thing that it denying gaue: Such a retrait, and ſuch a ſpeedleſſe flight, As mend the pace of the purſuer, might, O ſweeteſt kiſſe, I cannot ſtay Coriſca, I goe directly I to finde a wife: For mongſt the ioyes there is no pleaſure ſure, If gentl loue do not the ſame procure. If he ſay true, then thou Coriſca haſt loſt all. Come holy Himeneus, come this euen According to our vowes and to our ſongs thou theſe Louers . one of heauen, Knit thou the . Ah me it is too true, this is the fruite Thou from thy ſtore of vanities muſt reape. O thoughts, o my deſires, no leſſe vniuſt Then falſe and vaine. Thus of an innocent I ſought the death to haue my beaſtly wil, So bloudie cruell was I then, ſo blinde. Who opens now mine eye? Ah wretch, I ſee My fault moſt oule that ſeem'd felicitie. Come holy Himeneus▪ &c. See faithfull Shepheard, after all thy teares, All thy diſtreſſes, whither thou art come, Is not this ſhee from thee was ta'ne away By lawe of heauen and earth? by cruell fate? By her chaſte will? and by thy poore eſtate? By her faith giuen another man, and by her death, Behold Mirtillo now ſhee's onely thine. This face, theſe eyes, this breaſt, theſe daintie hands, All that thou ſeeſt, hear'ſt, and feel'ſt, ſo often ſought In vaine by thee, are now rewards become Of thine vndaunted faith, yet thou art dombe. How can I ſpeak, I ſcarce know if I breathe, Nor what I ſee, I ſcarce beleeue I ſee: Let Amarillis you that pleaſure giue, In her alone my ſoules affections liue. Come holy Himeneus, &c. What do ye now with me trecherous toies, Vilde frenzies of the body, ſpots of the ſoule? You long inough haue me betrayed here, Go get you to the earth, for earth you are, You weare th'armes erſt of laſciuious loue, Trophes of chaſtitie now may you proue.