The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 25 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 · 513 words
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The villain use my name, and she return The same again in very earnest sort, Which could be for no good I know to me, But only that perhaps it pleased her then To cast me up by this way of her mouth From of her heart, lest it might stuff the same. But Cloris know thou shalt not need to fear, I never more shall interrupt thy joys With my complaints, nor more observe thy ways; And o I would thy heart could be as free From sin and shame, as thou shalt be from me. I could (and I have reason so to do) Revenge my wrong upon that wicked wretch, Who hath surprised my love, and robbed thy shame, And make his blood th'oblation of my wrath Even at thy feet, that thou mightst see th'fane To expiate, for this injustice done, But that the fact examined would display Thy infamy abroad unto the world, Which I had rather die than once bewray. And Techne Praythee, tell her thus from me, But yet, ah tell it softly in her ear, And be thou sure no living creature hear, That her immodesty hath lost this day, Two the most honest guardians of her good She had in life, her honour, and my blood. Now I may speak I trust you speak to me. No not yet Techne, Praythee stay a while, And tell her too, though she spares not her shame, My death shall show, that I respect her fame. Then now I may. O Techne no not yet. And bid her not forget Amyntas' faith, Though she despised him, and one day yet She may be touched with grief, and that ere long, To think on her dishonour, and his wrong. Now Techne I have done, and so farewell. But stay Amyntas, now must I begin. I cannot stay Techne, let go your hold, It is in vain I say, I must be gone. Now dear Amyntas, hear me but one word. Ah he is gone, and in that fury gone, As sure he will in this extremity Of his despair, do violence to himself: And therefore now what help shall I devise To stay his ruin? sure there is no means But to call Cloris, and persuade with her To follow him, and to prevent his death; For though this practice was for mine own good, Yet my deceits use not to stretch to blood. But now I know not where I should find out That cruel maid, but I must cast about. Dorinda, you are yet in happy case, You are beloved, you need not to complain; 'Tis I have reason only to bewail My fortunes, who am cast upon disdain, And on his rocky heart that wracks my youth With storms of sorrows, and contemns my truth; 'Tis I that am shut out from all delight This world can yield a maid, that am removed From th'only joy on earth, to be beloved: Cruel Carinus scorns this faith of mine, And let's poor Amarillis grieve and pine.
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The villayne vse my name, and she returne The same againe in very earnest sorte, Which could be for no good I know to mee, But onely that perhaps it pleas'd her then To cast me vp by this way of her mouth From of her heart, least it might stuffe the same. But Cloris know thou shalt not need to feare, I neuer more shall interrupt thy ioyes With my complayntes, nor more obserue thy waies; And ô I would thy heart could be as free From sinne and shame, as thou shalt be from mee. I could (and I haue reason so to do) Reuenge my wrong vpon that wicked wretch, Who hath surpris'd my loue, and robb'd thy shame, And make his bloud th'oblation of my wrath Euen at thy feete, that thou mightst see tha n To expiate, for this iniustice donne, But that the fact examind would display Thy infamie abroad vnto the world, Which I had rather die then once bewray. And Techne pray-thee, tell her thus from me, But yet, ah tell it softly in her eare, And be thou sure no liuing creature heare, That her immodestie hath lost this day, Two the most honest guardians of her good She had in life, her honour, and my blod. Now I may speake I trust you speake to me. No not yet Techne, pray-thee stay a while, And tell her too, though she spares not her shame, My death shall shew, that I respect her fame. Then now I may. O Techne no not yet. And bid her not forget Amyntas faith, Though she despised him, and one day yet She may betoucht with griefe, and that ere long, To thinke on her dishonour, and his wrong. Now Techne I haue done, and so farewell. But stay Amyntas, now must I begin. I cannot stay Techne, let go your hold, It is in vaine I say, I must be gone. Now deare Amyntas, heare me but one word. Ah he is gone, and in that furie gone, As sure he will in this extremitie Of his dispaire, do violence to himselfe: And therefore now what helpe shall I deuise To stay his ruine? sure there is no meanes But to call Cloris, and perswade with her To follow him, and to preuent his death; For though this practise was for mine owne good, Yet my deceipts vse not to stretch to bloud. But now I know not where I should find out That cruellmaide, but I must cast about. Dorinda, you are yet in happie case, You are belou'd, you need not to complaine; 'Tis I haue reason onely to bewaile My fortunes, who am cast vpon disdaine, And on his rockie heart that wrackes my youth With stormes of sorowes, and contemnes my truth; 'Tis I that am shut out from all delight This world can yeeld a maide, that am remou'd From th'onely ioy on earth, to be belou'd: Cruell Carinus scornes this faith of mine, And lets poore Amarillis grieue and pine.