Il Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd · chunk 71 of 71
Dymoke, Tailboys / Guarini, Giovanni Battista · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Come holy Hymeneus, etc. Why tris●est thou Coriscal? now's fit time impetrate, fear'st thou thy pain? Beheld, thy pain cannot be greater than thy fault. and blessed couple, of the skies And earth beloved, since to your glorious fate This day hath meekly bowed all earthly force, reason she do bow that 'gainst the same set a work all of her earthly force. Now 〈◊〉, I will not deny the same which you desired, But you enjoy it, for you worthy were. You do enjoy the loyalst man alive. And you Mirtillo do enjoy the chastest Nymph the world hath bred. Believe you me, For 〈◊〉 whetstone was unto your 〈◊〉, And to her chastity. But courteous Nymph, before Your anger do descend on me, behold Your 〈◊〉 face, there shall you find the force Both of my fault, and of your pardon too: For in the virtue of such worthiness, You cannot choose but cause of pardon find. Besides you 〈...〉 the self-same fire That did inflame unfortunate desire. I do not only pardon thee 〈...〉 I count thee 〈◊〉 the effect beholding not the cause. For fire and sword, although they wounds do bring, Yet those once he●ld to us to whole 〈◊〉 dear, Howsoever now thou provest or friend, or foe, I am well 〈◊〉 the Destinies did make Thee the good instrument of my content. Happy 〈...〉, And if you please 〈◊〉 with us to be, Come then and take part of our joys with vs. I have 〈...〉 pardon me, And that 〈...〉. And I (Corisca) pardon all thy harms, Save this delaying of my sweet content. You and your mirth I to the Gods commend. Come holy Himeneus▪ etc. I am so tied to pain, that in the midst Of all my joys I needs must languish still. Is't not enough this ceremonious pomp Doth hold us thus, but that Corisca must Come in to hinder us? thouart too quick my dear. O my sweet treasure I am not secure, Yet do I quake for fear of losing thee. This seems a dream, and still I am afraid My sleep should break, and thou my soul shouldst fly away. In better proof my senses would I sleep, That this sweet sight is not a dreaming sleep. Come holy Himeneus, come this even According to our vows, and to our songs Dress thou these Lovers as them best belongs. Both t'one and t'other of the seed of heaven, Knit thou the fatal knot this blessed even. O Happy two, That plants have sowed, and reaped smiles. In many bitter grievous foils Have you imbellist your desires, Henceforth prepare your amorous fires, And bolden up your tender sprights, Unto your true sincere delights. You cannot have a sounder joy, There is no ill can you annoy. This is true joy, true pleasure, and true mirth, T'which virtue got, in patience giveth birth.
seed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Come holy Hymeneus, &c. Why triſeſt thou Coriſca? now's fit time impetrate, ear'ſt thou thy paine? Beheld, thy paine cannot be greater then thy fault. and bleſſed couple, of the skies And earth blou'd, ſince to your glorious fate This day hath mekely bow'd all earthly force, reaſon ſhe do bow that gainſt the ſame ſet a worke al of her earthly force. Now , I will not denie the ſame which you deſir'd, But you enioy it, for you worthy were. You do enioy the loyalſt man aliue. And you Mirtillo do enioy the chaſteſt Nymph the world hath bred. Beleeue you me, For whetſtone was vnto your , And to her chaſtitie. But courteous Nymph, before Your anger do diſcend on me, behold Your face, there ſhall you finde the force Both of my fault, and of your pardon too: For in the vertue of ſuch worthineſſe, You cannot choo but cauſe of pardon finde. Beſide you the ſelfeame fire That did inflame vnfortunate deſire. I do not onely pardon thee I count thee the effect beholding not the cauſe. For fire and ſword, although they wounds do bring, Yet thoſe once held to vs to whole deare, Howſoeuer now thou prou'ſt or fiend, or foe, I am well the Deſtinies did make Thee the good inſtrument of my content. Happie , And if you pleaſe with vs to be, Come then and take part of our ioyes with vs. I haue pardon me, And that . And I (Coriſca) pardon all thy harmes, Saue this delaying of my ſweet content. You and your mirth I to the Gods commend. Come holy Himeneus▪ &c. I am ſo tyed to paine, that in the midſt Of all my ioyes I needs muſt languiſh ſtill. Is't not inough this ceremonious pompe Doth hold vs thus, but that Coriſca muſt Come in to hinder vs? Th'art too quick my deare. O my ſweet treaſure I am not ſecure, Yet do I quake for feare of leſing thee. This ſeemes a dreame, and ſtill I am afraid My ſleep ſhould breake, and thou my ſoule ſhouldſt flye away. In better proofe my ſences would I ſleepe, That this ſweet ſight is not a dreaming ſleepe. Come holy Himeneus, come this euen According to our vowes, and to our ſongs Dreſſe thou theſe Louers as them beſt belongs. Both t'one and t'other of the ſeed of heauen, Knit thou the fatall knot this bleſſed eauen. O Happie two, That plants haue ſow'd, and reaped ſmyles. In many bitter grieuous foyles Haue you imbelliſt your deſires, Henceforth prepare your amorous fires, And bolden vp your tender ſprights, Vnto your true ſincere delights. You cannot haue a ſounder ioy, There is no ill can you annoy. This is true ioy, true pleaſure, and true mirth, T'which vertue got, in patience giueth birth.