The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 3 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
As Silvia, one day, sat with her alone, Binding of certain choice selected herbs To her left arm, against bewitching spells; (And I at th'instant coming) she perceived Her pulse with far more violence to beat (As sh' after told me) than it did before. The like is felt when nature's enemy, The hateful fever, doth surprise our powers. And even but yesternight, she going before With other maids, and seeing me following her, Lets fall this dainty Nosegay, having first Bestowed a kiss thereon, to th' end I might Receive it so, and with it do the like. Poor withered favours, they might teach thee know, That she esteems thee, and thy love as light As those dead flowers, she wore but for a show, The day before, and cast a way at night. Now friend Carinus, thou that mutterest so At these plain speaking figures of her love, Tell by what signs thou dost her favours prove? Now silly man, dost thou imagine me So fond to blab the favours of my love? Was't not a pact agreed twixt thee and me? A pact to make thee tell thy secrecy. And hast thou then betrayed my easy trust, And dallied with my open simpleness? And fitly art thou served, that so wilt vaunt The imagined favours, of a gentle Nymph; And this is that which makes us feel that dearth Of grace, t'have kindness at so high a rate. This makes them wary how they do bestow The least regard of common courtesy, When such as you poor, credulous, devout, And humble souls, make all things miracles Your faith conceives, and vainly do convert All shadows to the figure of your hopes. Carinus now thou dost me double wrong, First to deride my easy confidence, And then t'upbraid my trust, as if my tongue Had here profaned fair Cloris excellence, In telling of her mercies, or had sinned In uttering th' honour of a modest grace Bestowing comfort, in so just a case. Why man, thou hast no way deserved her love. Desert I cannot urge, but faith I can, If that may have reward, then happy man. But you know how I saved her from the hands Of that rude Satire, who had else undone Her honour utterly; and therefore ought My love of due reign Sovereign in her thought. But how that free and unsubdued heart, enfranchised by the Charter of her eyes, Will bear the imposition of a due I do not see, since love knew never Lord That could command the region of our will. And therefore urge thy due, I for my part, Must plead compassion, and a faithful heart. Plead thou thy faith, whilst I will get thy love, For you kind souls do seldom graceful prove. The more unkind they, who should better way Our honest vows, and love, for love repay, But oft they bear the penance of their will, And for the wrong they do, they speed as ill.
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As Siluia, one day, sate with her alone, Binding of certaine choice selected hearbes To her leaft arme, against bewitching spels; (And I at th'instant comming) she perceiu'd Her pulse with farre more violence to beat (As sh' after told me) then it did before. The like is felt when natures enemy, The hatefull feauer, doth surprise our powers. And euen but yester night, she going before With other maides, and seeing me following her, Lets fall this daintie Nosegay, hauing fist Bestowd a kisse thereon, to th' end I might Receiue it so, and with it do the like. Poore withred fauours, they might teach thee know, That she esteemes thee, and thy loue as light As those dead flowers, she wore but for a show, The day before, and cast a way at night. Now friend Carinus, thou that mutterest so At these plaine speaking figures of her loue, Tell by what signes thou doest her fauours proue? Now silly man, doest thou imagine me So fond to blab the fauours of my loue? Was't not a pact agreed twixt thee and me? A pact to make thee tell thy secrecie. And hast thou then betrayd my easie trust, And dallyed with my open simplenesse? And fitly art thou seru'd, that so wilt vaunt The imagin'd fauours, of a gentle Nimphe; And this is that which makes vs feele that dearth Of grace, t'haue kindnesse at so hie a rate. This makes them wary how they do bestow The least regarde of common courtesie, When such as you pooe, oredulous, deuout, And humble soules, make all things miracles Your faith conceiues, and vainely do conuert All shadowes to the figure of your hopes. Carinus now thou doest me double wrong, First to deride my easie confidence, And then t'obrayd my trust, as if my tongue Had here prophan'd faire Cloris excellence, In telling of her mercies, or had sin'd In vttring th' honour of a modest grace Bestowing comfort, in so iust a case. Why man, thou hast no way deseru'd her loue. Desert I cannot vrge, but faith I can, If that may haue reward, then happy man. But you know how I sau'd her from the hands Of that rude Satyre, who had else vndone Her honour vtterly; and therefore ought My loue of due raigne Soueraigne in her thought. But how that free and vnsubdued heart, Infranchisd by the Charter of her eyes, Will beare the imposition of a due I do not see, since loue knew neuer Lord That could command the region of our will. And therefore vrge thy due, I for my part, Must plead compassion, and a faithfull heart. Plead thou thy faith, whilst I will get thy loue, For you kinde soules do seldome gracefull proue. The more vnkinde they, who should better way Our honest vowes, and loue, for loue repay, But oft they beare the penance of their will, And for the wrong they do, they speed as ill.