The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 24 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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Think? whereon should you think? youhave thought enough And too too much, on such a one as she. Whom now you see youhave tried her honesty: And let her go proud girl accordingly, There's none of these young wanton things that know How t'use a man, or how to make their choice. Or answer men's affections as they ought, And if y' will think, think sh' is not worth a thought. Good Techne, leave me for thy speech and sight Bear both that disproportion to my grief, As that they trouble, trouble and confound Confusion in my sorrows, which doth loathe That sound of words, that answers not the tone Of my despairs in accents of like moan, And now hath sorrow no worse plague I see, Then free and unpartaking company. Who are not in the fashion of our woes, And whose affection do not look likewise Of that complexion as our miseries? And therefore pray thee leave me or else leave To speak, or if thou speak let it not be To me, or else let me, not answer thee. Well I say nothing you know what youhave seen. 'tis true I do confess that I have seen The worst the world can show me, and the worst That can be ever seen with mortal eye. I have beheld the whole, of all where in My heart had any interest in this life; To be disrent and torn from of my hopes, That nothing now is left, why I should live: That hostage I had given the world, which was The hope of her that held me to hold truce With it, and with this life is gone, and now Well may I break with them, and break I will And rend that pact of nature, and dissolve That league of blood that ties me to myself. For Cloris now hath thy immodesty enfranchised me, and made me free to die: Which otherwise I could not least it might Have been (some stain and some disgrace to thee. Ah was it not enough for this poor heart T'endure the burden of her proud disdain? That weighed it to the earth but that it must Be crushed thus with th'oppression of her stain? The first wound yet though it were huge and wide, Yet was it cleanly made, it festered not, But this now given, comes by a poisoned shot, Against all laws of honours that are pure, And rankles deadly is without all cure. Ah how she blushed whenas she issued forth With her enamoured mate out of the cave? And well then might she blush at such a deed, And with how wild a look she casts about Her fearful eyes? as if her loathsome sin Now coming thus into the open sight, With terror did her guiltiness affright; And up she treads the hill with such a pace, As if she gladly would have out gone shame, Which yet for all her hasting after came. And at their coming forth, methought I heard
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Thinke? wheron should you think? y'haue thought ynow And too too much, on such a one as shee. Whom now you see y'haue tride her honestie: And let her goe proud girle accordingly, There's none of these young wanton things that know How t'vse a man, or how to make their choyse. Or answere mens affections as they ought, And if y' will thinke, thinke sh' is not worth a thought. Good Techne, leaue mee for thy speach and sight Beare both that disproportion to my griefe, As that they trouble, trouble and confound Confusion in my sorrowes, which doth loath That sound of wordes, that answeres not the tone Of my dispayres in accents of like mone, And now hath sorrow no worse plague I see, Then free and vnpartaking companie. Who are not in the fashion of our woes, And whose affection do not looke likwise Of that complection as our miseries? And therefore pray thee leaue me or else leaue To speake, or if thou speake let it not be To me, or else let me, not answere thee. Wel I say nothing you know what y'haue seene. Tis true I doe confesse that I haue seene The worst the world can shew me, and the worst That can be euer seene with mortall eye. I haue beheld the whole, of all where in My heart had any interest in this life; To be disrent and torne from of my hopes, That nothing now is leaft, why I should liue: That ostage I had giuen the world, which was The hope of her that held me to hold truce With it, and with this life is gone, and now Well may I breake with them, and breake I will And rend that pact of nature, and dissolue That league of bloud that ties me to my selfe. For Cloris now hath thy immodestie Infranchizd me, and made me free to die: Which otherwise I could not least it might Haue bene (some staine and some disgrace to thee. Ah was it not ynow for this poore heart T'indure the burthen of her proud disdayne? That weigh'd it to the earth but that it must Be crusht thus with th'oppression of her stayne? The first wound yet though it were huge and wide, Yet was it cleanely made, it festred not, But this now giuen, comes by a poysned shott, Against all lawes of honors that are pure, And rankles deadly is without all cure. Ah how she blusht when as she islued forth With her inamor'd mae out of the caue? And well then might she blush at such a deed, And with how wild a looke shee casts about Her fearefull eyes? as if her loathsome sinne Now comming thus into the open sight, With terror did her guiltines alright; And vp she treades the hill with such a pace, As if shee gladly would haue out gone shame, Which yet for all her hasting after came. And at their comming forth, me thought I heard