The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 8 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 452 words
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And seemed as if he would have thrown him off: And as I thought, was now upon the point: When my affrighted powers could hold no more, But pity breaking all those bands of shame, That held me back; I shrieked, and ran, God knows, With all the speed my feeble feet could make, And clammering up at length (with much ado) Breathless I got, and took him by the hand, And glad I had his hand, and was not come Too late to have it, and I pulled him back: But could not speak one word, no more did he, Sense seemed to fail in him, and breath in me. And on before I went, and lead him on, And down conducted him into this plain. And yonder lo, under that fatal tree, Look Cloris there, even in that very place, We sat us down, my arm about his neck, Which Ioue thou know'st held never man before: There only did my tears confer with his, Words we had none, it was enough to think, For passion was too busy now within, And had no time to come abroad in speech. And though I would have spoken, yet methought I should not, but my silence told him this, That told too much, that all I was was his. Well Silvia, I have heard so sad a tale, As that I grieve to be a woman borne, And that by nature we must be exposed Unto the mercy of unconstant men. But what said then Palaemon in the end? Oh what he said, and what deep vows he made, When joy and grief, had let his senses lose. Witness o gentle tree under whose shade, We sat the while; witness if ever maid Had more assurances by oaths of man. And well may you bear witness of this deed, For in a thousand of your barks he hath Encarved my name, and underwrote his vows, Which will remain so long as you bear bows. But, Cloris, learn this lesson now of me; Take head of pity, pity was the cause Of my confusion, pity hâth undone Thousands of gentle natures, in our sex, For pity is sworn servant unto love, And this be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets your master in. But what assurance have you of his fraud: It may be you suspect him without cause? Ah Cloris, Cloris, would I had no cause, He who beheld him wrong me in these woods, And heard him courting Nisa, and protest As deep to her, as he had done to me, Told me of all his wicked treachery. Pray who was that? tell me good Silvia, tell.
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And seem'd as if he would haue throwne him off: And as I thought, was now vpon the point: When my affrighted powers could hold no more, But pittie breaking all those bands of shame, That held me back; I shrikd, and ran, God knowes, With all the speed my feeble feete could make, And clammering vp at length (with much adoo) Breathlesse I got, and tooke him by the hand, And glad I had his hand, and was not come Too late to haue it, and I puld him back: But could not speake one word, no more did he, Sense seem'd to faile in him, and breath in me. And on before I went, and lead him on, And downe conducted him into this plaine. And yonder loe, vnder that fatall tree, Looke Cloris there, euen in that very place, We sate vs downe, my arme about his neck, Which Ioue thou know'st held neuer man before: There onely did my teares conferre with his, Words we had none, it was inough to thinke, For passion was too busie now within, And had no time to come abroad in speach. And though I would haue spoken, yet me thought I should not, but my silence told him this, That tolde too much, that all I was was his. Well Siluia, I haue heard so sad a tale, As that I grieue to be a woman borne, And that by nature we must be exposd Vnto the mercie of vnconstant men. But what saide then Palaemon in the ende? Oh what he said, and what deepe vowes he made, When ioy and griefe, had let his senses loose. Witnes ô gentle tree vnder whose shade, We sate the while; witnes if euer mayde Had more assurances by othes of man. And well may you beare witnes of this deede, For in a thousand of your barkes he hath Incaru'd my name, and vnderwrote his vowes, Which will remaine so long as you beare bowes. But, Cloris, learne this lesson now of mee; Take head of pittie, pittie was the cause Of my confusion, pittie hâth vndone Thousands of gentle natures, in our sexe, For pittie is sworne seruant vnto loue, And this be sure, where euer it begin To make the way, it lets your maister in. But what assurance haue you of his fraud: It may be you suspect him without cause? Ah Cloris, Cloris, would I had no cause, He who beheld him wrong mee in these woods, And heard him courting Nisa, and protest As deepe to her, as he had done to me, Told me of all his wicked teachery. Pray who was that? tell mee good Siluia, tell.