The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 14 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 · 503 words
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Why cannot we make at a lower rate A purchase of you, but that we must give The treasure of our hearts, and yet not have What we have bought so dearly for all that? O Silvia if thou needs wouldst have been gone, Thou shouldst have taken all away of thee; And nothing left to have remained with me. Thou shouldst have carried hence the portraiture Which thou hast left behind within my heart, Set in the table-frame of memory, That puts me still in mind of what thou wert, Whilst thou wert honest, and thy thoughts were pure, So that I might not thus in every place, Where I shall set my careful foot, confer With it of thee, and evermore be told, That here sat Silvia underneath this tree, And here she walked, and leaned upon mine arm, There gathered flowers, and brought them unto me. Here by the mumur of this rustling spring, She sweetly lay, and in my bosom slept: Here first she showed me comforts when I pined: As if in every place her foot had stepped, It had least Silvia in a print behind. But yet, o these were Sylvia's images, Then whilst her heart held fair, and she was chaste, Now is her face all sullied with her fact, And why are not those former prints defaced? Why should she hold, still in the form she was, Being now deformed, and not the same she was? O that I could Mirtillus lock her out Of my remembrance, that I might no more Have Silvia here, when she will not be here. But good Palaemon, tell what proofs hast thou Of her disloyalty, that makes thee show These heavy passions, and to grieve so much? Mirtillus, proofs, that are alas too plain; For Colax one thou know'st can well observe And judge of love, a man both stayed, and wise, A gentle herdsman, out of love, and care He had of me, came and reported all: And how he saw them divers times alone, Embracing each the other in the woods, Besides she hath of late with sullen looks, That showed disliking, shunned my company, Kept her aloof, and now I think today, Is gone to hide her quite our of the way. But Silvia though thou go and hide thy face, Thou canst not hide thy shame, and thy disgrace, No secret thicket, grove, nor yet close grot, Can cover shame, and that immodest blot. Ah didst thou lend thy hand in kind remorse, To save me from one death, to give m'a worse? Had it not yet been better I had died, By thy unspotted honest cruelty, Then now by thy disgraced infamy? That so I might have carried to my grave, The image of chaste Silvia in my heart, And not have had these notions, to engrave A stained Silvia there, as now thou art? Ah yes, it had been better far, I prove, T'have perished for thy love, then with thy love.
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Why cannot we make at a lower rate A purchase of you, but that we must giue The treasure of our hearts, and yet not haue What we haue bought so dearely for all that? O Siluia if thou needs wouldst haue bene gone, Thou shouldst haue taken all away of thee; And nothing leaft to haue remain'd with me. Thou shouldst haue carryed hence the portraiture Which thou hast left behinde within my heart, Set in the table-frame of memory, That puts me still in minde of what thou wert, Whilst thou wert honest, and thy thoughts were pure, So that I might not thus in euery place, Where I shall set my carefull foote, conferre With it of thee, and euermore be told, That here sate Siluia vnderneath this tree, And here she walkt, and len't vpon mine arme, There gathred flowers, and brought them vnto me. Here by the murmour of this rusling spring, She sweetly lay, and in my bosome slept: Here first she shew'd me comforts when I pin'de: As if in euery place her foote had sept, It had least Siluia in a print behind. But yet, ô these were Siluias images, Then whilst her heart held faire, and she was chaste, Now is her face all sullied with her fact, And why are not those former prints defac'd? Why should she hold, still in the forme she was, Being now deform'd, and not the same she was? O that I could Mirtillus lock her out Of my remembrance, that I might no more Haue Siluia here, when she will not be here. But good Palaemon, tell what proofes hast thou Of her disloyalty, that makes thee show These heauie passions, and to grieue so much? Mirtillus, proofes, that are alas too plaine; For Colax one thou know'st can well obserue And iudge of loue, a man both staid, and wise, A gentle heardsman, out of loue, and care He had of me, came and reported all: And how he saw them diuers times alone, Imbracing each the other in the woods, Besides she hath of late with sullaine lookes, That shew'd disliking, shund my company, Kept her aloofe, and now I thinke to day, Is gone to hide her quite our of the way. But Siluia though thou goo and hide thy face, Thou canst not ide thy shame, and thy disgrace, No secret thicket, groue, nor yet close grott, Can couer shame, and that immodest blot. Ah didst thou lend thy hand in kinde remorse, To saue me from one death, to giue m'a worse? Had it not ye bene better I had dy'de, By thy vnspotted honest cruelty, Then now by thy disgraced infamie? That so I might haue carried to my graue, The image of chaste Siluia in my heart, And not haue had these notions, to ingraue A stained Siluia there, as now thou art? Ah yes, it had bene better farre, I proue, T'haue perisht for thy loue, then with thy loue.