The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 10 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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Then trust me Cloris he doth wrong you much: For he produced it there in open sight, And vaunted to Carinus, that you first, Did kiss the same, then gave it unto him: And told too, how far gone you were in love, What passion you would use, when he was by, How you would jest with him, and wanton Cast water in his face; call his dog yours, And show him your affections by your eye. And then Carinus on the other side He vaunts, that since he had redeemed you Out of the satires hands, he could command Your love and all, that you were only his. This and much more, I heard them I protest Give out of you, how truly you know best. Techne, their idle talk, shall not vex me, I know the ground I stand on, and how free My heart, and I enjoy our liberty, And it Amyntas, hath interpreted My look, according to his own conceit, He hath mistook the text, and he shall find Great difference, twixt his comment, and my mind And for his Nosegay it shall make me take More care hereafter how I scatter flowers: Let him preserve it well, and let him make Much of his gains, he gets no more of ours. But thus had I been served, had I revealed The least regard of common courtesy To such as these: but I do thank the Gods I have reserved me, from that vanity: For ever I suspected this to be The vain of men, and this now settles me. And for Carinus, let him vaunt what good He did for me, he can but have again My hearty thanks, the payment for his pain, And that he shall: and ought in womanhood. And as for love, let him go look on her That sits, and grieves, and languishes for him, Poor Amarillis, who affects him dear, And sought his love with many an woeful tear. And well deserves a better man than be, Though he be rich Lupinus' son, and stands Much on his wealth, and his ability, She's witty, fair and full of modesty. And were she of my mind, she rather would Pull out her eyes, then that she would be seen, To offer up so dear a sacrifice To his wild youth, that scorns her in that wise. Cloris in troth, I like thy judgement well, In not affecting of those homebred Swains, That know not how to manage true delight, Can neither hide their love, nor show it right. Who would be troubled with gross ignorance, That understands not truly how to love? No Cloris, if thou didst but know, how well Thou art esteemed, of one that knows indeed How to observe thy worth, and his own ways, How to give true delight, how to proceed With secrecy, and wit, in all assays, Perhaps you might think one day of the man. What is this creature than you praise a man? A man? yes Cloris, what should he be else?
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Then trust me Cloris he doth wrong you much: For he produc'd it there in open sight, And vaunted to Carinus, that you first, Did kisse the same, then gaue it vnto him: And tolde too, how farre gone you were in loue, What passion you would vse, when he was by, How you would iest with him, and wantonly Cast water in his face; cal his dogge yours, And shew him your affections by your eye. And then Carinus on the other side He vaunts, that since he had redeemed you Out of the satyres handes, he could commaund Your loue and all, that you were onely his. This and much more, I heard them I protest Giue out of you, how truly you know best. Techne, their idle talke, shal not vexe me, I know the ground I stand on, and how free My heart, and I inioye our liberty, And it Amyntas, hath interpreated My looke, according to his owne conceipt, He hath mstooke the text, and he shall finde Great difference, twixt his comment, and my minde And for his Nosegay it shall make me take More care hereafter how I scatter flowers: Let him preserue it well, and let him make Much of his gaines, he gets no more of ours. But thus had I bene seru'd, had I reueald The least regarde of common courtesie To such as these: but I doe thanke the Gods I haue reseru'd me, from that vanitie: For euer I suspected this to be The vaine of men, and this now settles me. And for Carinus, let him vaunt what good He did for me, he can but haue againe My hearty thankes, the paiment for his paine, And that he shall and ought in woman-hood. And as for loue, let him go looke on her That sits, and grieues, and languishes for him, Poore Amarillis, who affects him deare, And sought his loue with many an wofull teare. And well deserues a better man then be, Though he be rich Lupinus sonne, and stands Much on his wealth, and his abilitie, She'is wittie, faire and full of modestie. And were she of my minde, she rather would Pull out her eyes, then that she would be seene, To offer vp so deare a sacrifice To his wilde youth, that scornes her in that wise. Cloris in troth, I like thy iudgement well, In not affecting of those home-bred Swaines, That know not how to manage true delight, Can neither hide their loue, nor shew it right. Who would be troubled with grosse ignorance, That vnderstands not truely how to loue? No Cloris, if thou didst but know, how well Thou art esteemd, of one that knowes indeed How to obserue thy worth, and his owne wayes, How to giue true delight, how to proceed With secrecie, and witte, in all aslayes, Perhaps you might thinke one day of the man. What is this creature then you praise a man? A man? yes Cloris, what should he be else?