The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 34 of 41
Daniel, Samuel · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [Aug 30] (Annals) pastoral · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
But none could find: at last by chance we spied A little horn which he had slung aside, Whereby we guessed he had some poison took. And thereupon we sent out presently To fetch Urania, whose great skill in herbs Is such, as if there any means will be, As I fear none will be, her only art Must serve to bring him to himself again. Indeed Urania hath been known t' have done Most desperate cures, and peradventure may Restore him yet, & I do wish she may. But having there used all the help we could, And all in vain, and standing by with grief, (As we might well, to see so sad a sight) (And such an worthy Shepherd in that plight) We might perceive come running down the hill, Cloris, and Techne, with what speed they could, But Cloris had got ground, and was before, And made more haste, as it concerned her more. And nearer as she came, she faster went, As if she did desire to have been there Before her feet, too flow for her swift fear. And coming to the place, she suddenly Stopped, starts, and shrieked, and having made such haste T'have something done, now could she nothing do. Perhaps our presence might perplex her too, As being ashamed that any eye should see The new appearing of her naked heart, That never yet before was seen till now. And 'tis ill hap for me it was seen now. For we perceived how Love and Modesty With several Ensigns, strove within her cheeks Which should be Lord that day, and charged hard Upon each other, with their fresh supplies Of different colours, that still came, and went, And much disturbed her but at length dissolved Into affection, down she casts herself Upon his senseless body, where she saw The mercy she had brought was come too late: And to him calls; o dear Amyntas speak, Look on me, sweet Amyntas, it is I That calls thee, sit is, that holds thee here, Within those arms thou hast esteemed so dear. And though that love were yet so young in her As that it knew not how to speak, or what, And that she never had that passion proved, Being first a lover ere she knew she loved, Yet what she could not utter, she supplied, With her poor busy hands that rubbed his face, chafed his pale temples, wrung his finger's ends, Held up his head, and pulled him by the hands, And never left her work, nor ever ceased. Alas the least of this regard before, Might have holp all, then when 'twas in her power, T'have saved his heart, and to revive his mind, Now for all this, her mercy is unkind; The good that's out of season, is not good. There is no difference now twixt cruelty, And the compassion that's not understood.
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But none could finde: at last by chance we spide A little horne which he had slung aside, Whereby we gest he had some poyson tooke. And therevpon we sent out presently To fetch Vrania, whose great skill in hearbes Is such, as if there any meanes will be, As I feare none will be, her onely arte Must serue to bring him to himselfe againe Indeed Vrania hath bene knowne haue done Most desperate cures, and peraduenture may Restore him yet, & I doe wish she may. But hauing there vs'd all the helpe we could, And all in vaine, and standing by with griefe, (As we might well, to see so sad a sight) (And such an worthy Shepheard in that plight) We might perceiue come running downe the hill, Cloris, and Techne, with what speed they could, But Cloris had got ground, and was before, And made more haste, as it concernd her more. And neerer as she came, she faster went, As if she did desire to haue bene there Before her feete, too flow for her swift feare. And comming to the place, she sodainely Stopt, startes, and shrikt, and hauing made such haste T'haue something done, now could she nothing doe. Perhaps our presence might perplexe her too, As being asham'd that any eye should see The new appearing of her naked heart, That neuer yet before was seene till now. And 'tis ill hap for me it was seene now. For we perceiu'd how Loue and Modestie With seu'rall Ensignes, stroue within her cheekes Which should be Lord that day, and charged hard Vpon each other, with their fresh supplies Of different coulours, that still came, and went, And much disturb'd her but at length dissolu'd Into affection, downe she casts her selfe Vpon his senselesse body, where she saw The mercie she had brought was come too late: And to him calles; ô deare Amyntas speake, Looke on me, sweete Amyntas, it is I That calles thee, sit is, that holds thee here, Within those armes thou haste esteem'd so deare. And though that loue were yet so young in her As that it knew not how to speake, or what, And that she neuer had that passion prou'd, Being first a louer ere she knew she lou'd, Yet what she could not vtter, she supplide, With her poore busie hands that rubb'd his face, Chafd his pale temples, wrung his fingers ends, Held vp his head, and puld him by the hands, And neuer leaft her worke, nor euer ceast. Alas the least of this regarde before, Might haue holpe all, then when 'twas in her power, T'haue sau'd his heart, and to reuiue his minde, Now for all this, her mercie is vnkinde; The good that's out of season, is not good. There is no difference now twixt cruelty, And the compassion thats not vnderstood.