The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 27 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 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Indeed and I had like so this last night, Had I not looked with such an angry eye, And frowned so sour that I made love afeard, There was a fellow needs forsooth, would have My heart from me whether I would or not, And had as great advantage one could have, I tell you that he had me in a Cave. What in a Cave? Cloris, how came you there? Truly Dorinda I will tell you how. By no art magic, but a plain device Of Techne, who would try her wit on me, For she had promised me, to meet me there At such an hour, and thither bring with her A new strange dressing she had made for me, Which there close out of sight, I should try on: Thither went I poor fool, at th'hour decreed, And there expecting Techne's company, In rushes steering Colax after me. Whom sure she sent of purpose to the place, And there with his affected apish grace And strained speech, offering to seize on me, Out rushed I from him, as indeed, amazed At his so sudden and unexpected sight. And after follows he, vows, swears, protests By all the gods, he never loved before Any one living in the world but me, And for me only, would he spend his life. Alas and what am I forgotten then? Why these were even the words he spoke to me. And then inveighs against Amyntas love, Vaunts his own parts, and his great knowledges, And all so idle, as, in troth methought I never heard a man more vainly talk, For so much as I heard, for up the hill I went with such a pace and never staid To give regard to any thing he said: As at the last I scarce had left him breath Sufficient to forswear himself with all. Ah what hath then my silly ignorance done To be deceived, and mocked by such a one? And when I had recovered up the hill, I fairly ran away and left my man In midst of his conjuring perjuries; All empty to return with mighty loss Of breath and labour, having cast away Much foolish pains in tricking up himself For this exploit, and goes without his game, Which he in hope devoured before he came. And I too, missed my dressing by this means. But I admire how any Woman can? Be so unwise to like of such a man, For I protest I see nought else but froth, And shallow impudence, affected grace, And some few idle practised complement: And all the thing he is, he is without, For affection strives but to appear, And never is of substance, nor Sincere. And yet this dare of falsehood hath beguiled A thousand foolish wenches in his days. The more wretch he, & more hard hap was theirs. Why do you sigh Dorinda are you touched With any of these passages of mine? no truly not of yours, but I have cause In my particular that makes me sigh.
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Indeed and I had like so this last night, Had I not lookt with such an angry eye, And frownd so sowre that I made loue afeard, There was a fellow needs forsooth, would haue My heart from me whether I would or not, And had as great aduantage one could haue, I tell you that he had me in a Caue. What in a Caue? Cloris, how came you there? Truly Dorinda I will tell you how. By no arte magique, but a plaine deuise Of Techne, who would trie her wit on me, For she had promisd me, to meete me there At such an houre, and thither bring with her A new strange dressing she had made for me, Which there close out of sight, I should trie on: Thither went I poore foole, at th'houre decreed, And there expecting Technes company, In rushes steering Colax after me. Whom sure she sent of purpose to the place, And there with his affected apish grace And strained speach, offring to seaze on me, Out rusht I from him, as indeed, amazd At his so sodaine and vnexpected sight. And after followes hee, vowes, sweares, protests By all the gods, he neuer lou'd before Any one liuing in the world but me, And for me onely, would he spend his life. Alas and what am I forgotten then? Why these were euen the wordes he spake to mee. And then inueighes against Amintas loue, Vants his owne partes, and his great knowledges, And all so idle, as, in troth me thought I neuer heard a man more vainely talke, For so much as I heard, for vp the hill I went with such a pace and neuer staide To giue regard to any thing he said: As at the last I scarse had leaft him breath Sufficient to forsweare himselfe with all. Ah what hath then my silly ignorance done To be deceiud, and mockt by such a one? And when I had recouerd vp the hill, I fayrely ran away and leaft my man In middst of his coniuring periuries; All emptie to returne with mightie losse Of breath and labour, hauing cast away Much foolish paines in tricking vp him selfe For this exployte, and goes without his game, Which he in hope deuourd before he came. And I too, mist my dressing by this meanes. But I admire how any Woman can? Be so vnwise to like of such a man, For I protest I see nought else but froth, And shallow impudence, affected grace, And some few idle practisd complement: And all the thing he is, he is with out, For affection striues but to appeare, And neuer is of substance, nor Sincere. And yet this dare of falshood hath beguild Athousand foolish wenches in his dayes. The more wretch he, & more hard hap was theirs. Why doe you sigh Dorinda are you toucht With any of these passages of mine? Noe truly not of yours, but I haue cause In my particular that makes me sigh.