The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 12 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.82 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
No Cloris, I presume that wit of yours. That is so piercive, can conceive how that Our promise must not prejudice our good: And that it is no reason that the tongue, Tie the whole body to eternal wrong. The tongue is but the Agent of the heart. And only as commissioner allowed By reason, and the will, for the whole state, Which warrants all it shall negotiate. But prithee tell me to what rustic Swain You passed your word to cast away yourself? No I have passed my word to save myself From the deceitful, impious perjuries Of treacherous men, and vowed unto my heart, Until I see more faith than yet I see, None of them all shall triumph over me. Nay then, and be no otherwise 'tis well, We shall have other time to talk of this. But Cloris I have fitted you in faith, I have here brought, the most conceited tire, The rarest dressing ever Nymph put on. Worth ten of that you wear, that now methinks Doth not become you, and beside 'tis stale. Stale why? I have not worn it scarce a month. A month? why you must change them twice a day. Hold hither Cloris, this was not well laid, Here is a fault, you have not mixed it well To make it take, or else it is your haste To come abroad so soon into the Air. But I must teach you to amend these faults, And ere I shall have done with you, I think, I shall make some of these enamoured youths To hang themselves, or else run mad for love. But go let's try this dressing I have brought. Mirtillus did Dorinda ever vow, Or make thee any promise to be thine? Palaemon no, she never made me vow, But I did ever hope she would be mine. For that I had delivered up my youth, My heart, my all, a tribute to her eyes, And had secured her of my constant truth, Under so many faithful specialities, As that although she did not grant again, With any show the acquittance of my love Yet did she ever seem to entertain My affections, and my services t'approve. Till now of late I know not by what mean, (Ill fare that mean) she grew to that despite, As she not only clouds her favours clean, But also scorned to have me in her sight. That now I am not for her love thus, moved But only that she will not be beloved. I this be all th'occasion of thy griefe, Mirtillus, thou art then in better case Than I supposed, and therefore cheer thy heart, And good cause too, being in the state thou art. For if thou didst but hear the history Of my distress, and what part I have shared Of sad affliction, thou wilt then soon see There is no misery unless compared. For all Arcadia, all these hills, and plains, These holts and woods and every crystal spring. Can testify my tears, and tell my flames,
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No Cloris, I presume that wit of yours. That is so piersiue, can conceiue how that Our promise must not preiudice our good: And that it is no reason that the tongue, Tye the whole body to eternall wrong. The tongue is but the Agent of the heart. And onely as commissioner allowd By reason, and the will, for the whole state, Which warrants all it shall negotiate. But prethee tell me to what rustick Swaine You pass'd your word to cast away your selfe? No I haue past my word to saue my selfe From the deceiptfull, impious periuries Of treacherous men, and vowd vnto my heart, Vntill I see more faith then yet I see, None of them all shall triumph ouer me. Nay then, and be no otherwise tis well, We shall haue other time to talke of this. But Cloris I haue fitted you in faith, I haue here brought, the most conceipted tyre, The rarest dressing euer Nimph put on. Worth ten of that you weare, that now me thinkes Doth not become you, and besides tis sale. Stale why? I haue not worne it scarce a moneth. A moneth? why you must change thē twise a day. Hold hither Cloris, this was not well laid, Here is a fault, you haue not mixt it well To make it take, or els it is your haste To come abroad so soone into the Ayre. But I must teach you to amend these faults, And ere I shall haue done with you, I thinke, I shall make some of these inamored youthes To hang themselues, or else runne madde for loue. But goe let's trie this dressing I haue brought. Mirtillus did Dorinda euer vow, Or make thee any promise to be thine? Palaemon no, she neuer made me vow, But I did euer hope she would be mine. For that I had deliuered vp my youth, My heart, my all, a tribute to her eyes, And had secur'd her of my constant truth, Vnder so many faithfull specialties, As that although she did not graunt againe, With any shew the acquittance of my loue Yet did she euer feeme to intertaine My affections, and my seruices t'approoue. Till now of late I know not by what meane, (Ill fare that meane) she grew to that dispight, As she not onely clowds her fauours cleane, But also scorn'd to haue me in her gsight. That now I am not for her loue thus, mou'd But onely that she will not be belou'd. I this be all th'occasion of thy griefe, Mirtillus, thou arte then in better case Then I suppos'd, and therefore cheere thy heart, And good cause too, being in the state thou art. For if thou didst but heare the historie Of my distresse, and whatpart I haue shar'd Of sad affliction, thou wilt then soone see There is no miserie vnlesse compar'd. For all Arcadia, all these hills, and plaines, These holts and woods and euery Christall spring. Can testifie my teares, and tell my flames,