The Queen's Arcadia (Arcadia Reformed) · chunk 38 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 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Palaemon, nay the greater wrong you do. Alas we know well where the wrong doth lie. I know you do, and all the world may know. Silvia, you see your fault cannot be hid. It is no fault of mine Palaemon, that Your shame doth come to be revealed here; I never told it you yourself have not Concealed your work so closely as you should. But there stands one can tell what you have been. Nay there he stands can tell what you have been. And sure is now in public here produced To testify your shame, but not set on But me I do protest, who rather would Have died alone in secret with my grief Then had your infamy discovered here. wherein my shame, must have so great a share. I have not sought to manifest your shame Which Silvia, rather than have done I would Have been content t'endure the worst of deaths, I having such an interest in the same. No Silvia, no Palaemon, I stand here Not to accuse you but t'accuse myself Of wrong, you both God knows are clear I have abused your apt credulity, With false reports of things that never were And therefore here crave pardon for the same. why Colax, did not Silvia entertain The love of Thyrsis then as you told me? Palaemon no, she never entertained His love, nor wronged you as I ever knew. But Colax you saw how Palaemon did With Nisa falsify his vow to me. Silvia, by heaven and earth I swear not I, But only feigned it out of subtlety; For some ungodly ends I had decreed. O let not this be made some cunning bait To take my griefs with false belief, for I Had rather live with sorrow than deceit, And still b'undone, then to have such relief. Ah let not this device be wrought to guild My bitterness, to make me swallow' it now, That I might be another time beguiled With confidence, and not trust what I know. Ah Silvia now, how were I cleared of grief, Had I the power to unbelieve belief. But ah my heart hath dwelled so long in house With that first tale, at this which is come new, Cannot be put in trust with my desire So soon, beside 'tis too good to be true. Could I Palaemon but unthink the thought Of th'ill first heard, and that it were not so, How blessed were I? but lo I see how doubt Comes in far easier than it can get out. And in these miseries of jealousy, Our ear hath greater credit than our eye. Stand not confused dear lovers any more, For this is now the certain truth you hear, And this vile wretch hath done you both this wrong.
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Palaemon, nay the greater wrong you doe. Alas we know well where the wrong doth lie. I know you doe, and all the world may know. Siluia, you see your fault cannot be hid. It is no fault of mine Palaemon, that Your shame doth come to be reuealed here; I neuer told it you your selfe haue not Conceald your worke so closely as you should. But there stands one can tel what you haue bene. Nay there he standes can tel what you haue bene. And sure is now in publicke here producd To testifie your shame, but not set on But me I doe protest, who rather would Haue dide alone in secret with my griefe Then had your infamie discouerd here. wherein my shame, must haue so great a share. I haue not sought to manifest your shame Which Siluia, rather then haue done I would Haue bene content t'indure the worst of deathes, I hauing such an intrest in the same. No Siluia, no Palaemon, I stand here Not to accuse you but t'accuse my selfe Of wrong, you both God knowes are cleare I haue abusd your apt credulitie, With false reportes of things that neuer were And therefore here craue pardon for the same. why Colax, did not Siluia intertaine The loue of Thyrsis then as you told me? Palaemon no, she neuer intertaind His loue, nor wrongd you as I euer knew. But Colax you saw how Palaemon did With Nisa falsifie his vow to me. Siluia, by heauen and earth I sweare not I, But onely faind it out of subtiltie; For some vngodly ends I had decreed. O let not this be made some cunning baite To take my griefes with false beleefe, for I Had rather liue with sorrow then deceipt, And still b'vndone, then to haue such reliefe. Ah let not this deuise be wrought to guild My bitternesse, to make me swallow' it now, That I might be another time beguilde With confidence, and not trust what I know. Ah Siluia now, how were I cleer'd of griefe, Had I the power to vnbeleeue beliefe. But ah my heart hath dwelt so long in house With that first tale, at this which is come new, Cannot be put in trust with my desire So soone, besides 'tis too good to be true. Could I Palaemon but vnthinke the thought Of th'ill first heard, and that it were not so, How blest were I? but loe I see how doubt Comes in farre easier then it can gt out. And in these miseries of iealousie, Our eare hath greater credit then our eye. Stand not confusd deare louers any more, For this is now the certaine truth you heare, And this vile wretch hath done you both this wrong.