The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 35 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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
But yet at length, as if those dainty hands, Had had a power to have awakened death, We might perceive him move his heavy eyes, Which had stood fixed all the whole time before, And fastens them directly upon her. Which when she saw, it struck her with that force, As that it pierced through all the spirits she had, Made all the powers and parts of her shrink up, With that convulsion of remorse and grief, As out she shrieked, o dear, o my dear heart, Then shrinks again, and then again cries out. For now that look of his did shake her more, Than death or any thing had done before, That look did read t'her new conceiving heart, All the whole tragic Lecture of his love, All his sad sufferings, all his griefs, and fear, And now in th'end what he had done for her. And with that powerful force of moving too, As all a world of words could never do. Ah what a silly messenger is Speech, To be employed in that great Embassy Of our affections, in respect of th'eye? Ah 'tis the silent rhetoric of a look, That worker the league betwixt the states of hearts, Not words I see, nor knowledge of the book, Nor incantations made by hidden arts, For now this look so melts her into tears, As that she poured them down like thunder drops, Or else did Nature taking pity now Of her distress, employ them in that store, To serve as veils, and to be interposed Betwixt her grief and her, t'impeach her sight, From that full view of sorrow thus disclosed. And now with this came in Urania there, With other women, to employ their best To save his life, if b'any means they can. And so we came our way, being sent for now About some conference for our hunting sports, And with us Techne comes, who is supposed, T'have been a special cause of much of this. Alas this sad report doth grieve me much, And I did never think, that Cloris had So dearly loved him as I find she doth, For by this act of hers I plainly see, There will be never any hope for me. There may for me, if now Carinus thou Wilt stand but to thy word, as thou hast said. Ah would to God Dorinda had been there, T'have seen but Cloris act this woeful part; It may be, it might have deterred her heart From cruelty, so long as she had lived. And I am glad Carinus hath but heard So much this day, for he may hap thereby To have some feeling of my misery, But for Dorinda never doubt at all, She is more yours Mirtillus than you think. Ah Amarillis.! I would that were true. But lo where come our chiefest herdsmen now, Of all Arcadia, we shall know more news.
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But yet at length, as if those daintie hands, Had had a power to haue awakened death, We might perceiue him moue his heauie eyes, Which had stood fixt all the whole time before, And fastens them directly vpon her. Which when she saw, it strooke her with that force, As that it pierc'd through all the spirits she had, Made all the powers and parts of her shrinke vp, With that conuulsion of remorse and griefe, As out she shrik'd, ô deere, ô my deere heart, Then shrinkes againe, and then againe cryes out. For now that looke of his did shake her more, Then death or any thing had done before, That looke did read t'her new conceiuing heart, All the whole tragicke Lecture of his loue, All his sad suffrings, all his griefes, and feare, And now in th'end what he had done for her. And with that powerfull force of mouing too, As all a world of words could neuer doe. Ah what a silly messenger is Speach, To be imploi'd in that great Embassie Of our affections, in respect of th'eye? Ah 'tis the silent rhetorick of a looke, That worker the league betwixt the states of hearts, Not words I see, nor knowledge of the booke, Nor incantations made by hidden artes, For now this looke so melts her into teares, As that she powr'd them downe like thunder droppes, Or else did Nature taking pittie now Of her distresse, imploy them in that store, To serue as vailes, and to be interposde Betwixt her griefe and her, t'impeach her sight, From that full view of sorrow thus disclosde. And now with this came in Vrania there, With other women, to imploy their best To saue his life, if b'any meanes they can. And so we came our way, being sent for now About some conference for our hunting sportes, And with vs Techne comes, who is supposde, T'haue bene a speciall cause of much of this. Alas this sad reporte doth grieue me much, And I did neuer thinke, that Cloris had So deerely lou'd him as I finde she doth, For by this act of hers I plainely see, There will be neuer any hope for me. There may for me, if now Carinus thou Wilt stand but to thy word, as thou hast said. Ah would to God Dorinda had bene there, T'haue seene but Cloris acte this wofull part; It may be, it might haue deterr'd her heart From cruelty, so long as she had liu'd. And I am glad Carinus hath but heard So much this day, for he may hap thereby To haue some feeling of my miserie, But for Dorinda neuer doubt at all, She is more yours Mirtillus then you thinke. Ah Amarillis. I would that were true. But loe where come our chiefest heardsmen now, Of all Arcadia, we shall know more newes.