The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 32 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 0.78 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
What mean you Amarillis in this sort By taking up my dog to mar my sport? My dear Carinus thou dost much mistake I do not mar thy sport, 'tis thou mar'st mine, And killst my joys with that hard heart of thine. Thy dog perhaps by some instinct doth know How that I am his masters creature too, And kindly comes himself, and fawns on me To show what you in nature ought to do? Fie Amarillis, you that know my mind Should not methinks this ever trouble me. What is it troublesome to be beloved? How is it then Carinus to be loathed? If I had done like Cloris, scorned your suit, And spurned your passions, in disdainful sort, I had been wooed, and sought, and highly prized, But having 'nother art to win thy love, Save by discovering mine, I am despised. As if you would not have the thing you sought, Unless you knew, it were not to be goat. And now because I lie here at thy feet, The humble booty of thy conquering eyes, And lay my heart all open in thy sight, And tell thee I am thine, and tell thee right. And do not sure my looks, nor clothe my words In other colours, than my thoughts do wear, But do thee right in all, thou scornest me As if thou didst not love sincerity Never did Crystal more apparently Present the colour it contained with in Then have these eyes, these tears, this tongue of mine, Betrayed my heart, and told how much I'm thine. 'tis true I know you have too much bewrayed And more than fits the honour of a maid. O if that nature hath not armed my breast With that strong temper of resisting proof, But that by treason of my weak complexion, I Am made thus easy to the violent shot Of passion, and th'affection I should not. methinks yet you out of your strength and power, Should not disdain that weakness, but should think It rather is your virtue, as indeed It is, that makes me thus against my kind, T'unlock my thoughts, and to let out my mind, When I should rather die and burst with love Then once to let my tongue to say, I love. And if your worthy parts be of that power To vanquish nature, and I must be won Do not disdain the work when you have done, For in contemning me you do despise That power of yours which makes me to be thus. Now what ado is here with idle talk? And to no purpose, for you know I have engaged long since my heart, my love and all To Cloris, who must have the same and shall.
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What meane you Amarillis in this sorte By taking vp my dogge to marre my sporte? My deare Carinus thou dost much mistake I doe not marre thy sporte, tis thou marrstmine, And killst my ioyes with that hard heart of thine. Thy dooge perhaps by some instinct doth know How I am his maisters creature too, And kindely comes himselfe, and fawnes on me To shew what you in nature ought to doe? Fie Amarillis, you that know my minde Should not me thinkes this euer trouble me. What is it troublesome to be belou'd? How is it then Carinus to be loath'd? If I had donne like Cloris, skornd your sute, And spourn'd your passions, in disdainefull sorte, I had bene woo'd, and sought, and highly prizd, But hauing n'other arte to win thy loue, Saue by discouering mine, I am despisd. As if you would not haue the thing you sought, Vnles you knew, it were not to be gote. And now because I lie here at thy feete, The humble booty of thy conquering eies, And lay my heart all open in thy sight, And tell thee I am thine, and tell thee right. And doe not sure my lookes, nor cloth my words In other coulours, then my thoughts do weare, But doe thee right in all, thou skornest me As if thou didst not loue sinceritie Neuer did Crystall more apparantly Present the coulour it contayn'd with in Then haue these eyes, these teares, this tongue of mine, Bewreyd my heart, and told how much I'am thine. Tis true I know you haue too much bewrayd And more then fitts the honour of a mayde. O if that nature hath not arm'd my breast With that strong temper of resisting proofe, But that by treason of my weake complection, I Am made thus easy to the violent shott Of passion, and th'affection I should not. Me thinks yet you out of your strength and power, Should not disdayne that weakenes, but should thinke It rather is your vertue, as indeed It is, that makes me thus against my kinde, T'vnlock my thoughs, and to let out my minde, When I should rather die and burst with loue Then once to let my tongue to say, I loue. And if your worthy partes be of that power To vanquish nature, and I must be wonne Do not disdayne the worke when you haue don, For in contemmig me you do dispise That power of yours which makes me to be thus. Now what adoe is here with idle talke? And to no purpose, for you know I haue Ingagd long since my heart, my loue and all To Cloris, who must haue the same and shall.