The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 7 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 · 449 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Is't possible Palemon should b'untrue? 'Tis possible, Palaemon is untrue. If it be so, dear Silvia, I think then That thou sayst truth, there is no trust in men, For I protest I never saw a face That promised better of a heart than his, And if he fail, whose faith then constant is? O Cloris if thou didst but know how long, And with what earnest suit, he sought my love, What vows he used, what oaths, what tears among What shows he made, his constancy to prove, You would admire: and then again to see How I although I loved him with my heart Stood out, and would by no means urged be, To show the least affection of my part. For I had heard that, which (o now too well) I find, that men were cunning, and would not Regard the thing that easily was got. Silvia, indeed and I have heard so too. And therefore I would try him, and not seem His vows, nor protestations to esteem, At length one day, here in this self-same place, (Which I shall ever, and good cause I have To think on whilst I live) walking with me, After he had urged me most earnestly: O Silvia, said he, since nor oath, nor vow, Nor tears, nor prayers, have the power to move, Nor all that I can do, can make thee know How true a heart, I offer to thy love; I must try some way else to show the same, And make thy undiscerning wilful youth Know, though too late, (perhaps unto thy shame) Thy wayward error, and my constant truth: When thou mayst sigh, and say in grief of mind, Palaemon loved, and Silvia was unkind. With that wringing my hand, he turns away, And though his tears would hardly let him look, Yet such a look, did through his tears make way, As showed how sad a farewell there he took. And up towards yonder craggy Rock he goes, His arms incrossed, his head down on one side, With such a mournful pace, as showed his woes Weighed heavier than his passions could abide: feign would I have recalled him back, but shame, And modesty could not bring forth his name: And fain would I have followed, yet methought It did not fit the honour of a maid To follow one, yet still I sent from me, T'attend his going, fear, and a careful eye. At length when he was gotten to the top, I might perceive how with unfolded arms, And looks bent up to heaven, he stands, and turns His woeful face unto the other side, Whereas that hideous fearful downfall is:
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Is't possible Palemon should b'vntrue? 'Tis possible, Palaemon is vntrue. If it be so, deare Siluia, I thinke then That thou saist truth, there is no trust in men, For I protest I neuer saw a face That promisd better of a heart then his, And if he faile, whose faith then constat is? O Cloris if thou didst but know how long, And with what earnest suite, he sought my loue, What vows he vsd, what othes, what teares among What shewes he made, his constancie to prooue, You would admire: and then againe to see How I although I lou'd him with my heart Stood out, and would by no meanes vrged be, To shew the least affection of my part. For I had heard that, which (ô now too well) I finde, that men were cunning, and would not Regard the thing that easily was got. Siluia, indeed and I haue heard so too. And therefore I would trie him, and not seeme His vowes, nor protestations to esteeme, At length one day, here in this selfe-same place, (Which I shall euer, and good cause I haue To thinke on whilst I liue) walking with me, After he had vrgd me most earnestly: O Siluia, said he, since nor othe, nor vow, Nor teares, nor prayers, haue the power to moue, Nor all that I can doe, can make thee know How true a heart, I offer to thy loue; I must trie some way else to shew the same, And make thy vndiscerning wilfull youth Know, though too late, (perhaps vnto thy shame) Thy wayward error, and my constant truth: When thou maist sigh, and say in griefe of minde, Palaemon lou'd, and Siluia was vnkinde. With that wringing my hand, he turnes away, And though his teares would hardly let him looke, Yet such a looke, did through his teares make way, As shew'd how sad a farewell there he tooke. And vp towards yonder craggie Rock he goes, His armes incross'd, his head downe on one side, With such a mournfull pace, as shewd his woes Way'd heauier then his passions could abide: Faine would I haue recald him back, but shame, And modestie could not bring forth his name: And faine would I haue followed, yet me thought It did not fit the honour of a maide To follow one, yet still I sent from me, T'attend his going, feare, and a carefull eye. At length when he was gotten to the top, I might perceiue how with vnfolded armes, And lookes bent vp to heauen, he stands, and turnes His wofull face vnto the other side, Whereas that hidious fearefull downfall is: