Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
This is a night of wonder, Amarill, Be Comforted, the holy gods are still, Revengers of these wrongs. Thou blessed man, Honoured upon these plains and loved of Pan: Hear me, and save from endless infamy, My yet unblasted flower Virginity By all the Garlands that have crowned that head, By thy chaste office, and the marriage bed, That still is blessed by thee: by all the rights Due to our God: and by those virgin lights, That burn before his Altar: let me not, Fall from my former state to gain the blot That never shall be purged. I am not now, That wanton Amarillis: here I vow, To Heaven, and thee grave father, if I may, Scape this unhappy Night, to know the day, A virgin, never after to endure The tongues, or company of men unpure. I hear him, come, save me. Retire a while, Behind this bush, till we have known that vile Abuser of young maidens. Stay thy pace, Most loved Amarillis: let the chase, grow calm and milder, fly me not so fast, I fear the pointed Brambles have unlaced Thy golden Buskins, turn again and see: Thy Shepherd follow, that is strong and free, Able to give thee all content and case, I am not bashful virgin, I can please: At first encounter hug thee in mine arm, And give thee many kisses, soft and warm, As those the Sun prints on thy smiling cheek, Of Plums or mellow peaches I am sleek, And smooth as Neptune when stern Aeolus, Locks up his surly winds and nimbly thus, Can show my Active youth why dost thou fly. Remember Amarillis it was I, That killed Alexis for thy sake, and set, An everlasting hate twixt Amoret, And her beloved Perigot 'twas I, That drowned her in the well, where she must lie, Till time shall leave to be, then turn again: Turn with thy open arms and clip the swain That hath performed all this, turn turn I say: I must not be deluded, Monster stay, Thou that art like a canker to the state, Thou livest and breathest in, eating with debate, Through every honest bosom, forcing still, The veins of any men, may serve thy will. Thou that hast offered with a sinful hand, To seize upon this virgin that doth stand, yet trembling here. Good holiness declare, What had the danger been if being bare, I had embraced her, tell me by your Art: What coming wonders wood that fight impart. Lust, and branded soul, Yet tell me more, Hath not our Mother Nature for her store, And great increase, said it is good and just, And willed that every living creature must, Beget his like. Ye are better read than I, I must confess in Blood and Lechery: Now to the Bower and bring this beast along, Where he may suffer Penance for his wrong,
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This is a night of wonder, Amarill, Be Comforted, the holy gods are still, Reuengers of these wrongs. Thou blessed man, Honourd vpon these plaines aud lou'd of Pan: Heare me, and saue from endles infamy, My yet vnblasted flower Virginitie By all the Garlands that haue croun'd that head, By thy chast office, and the mariage bed, That still is blest by thee: by all the rights Due to our God: and by those virgin lights, That burne before his Altar: let me not, Fall from my former state to gaine the blot That neuer shall be purged. I am not now, That wanton Amarillis: heere I vowe, To Heauen, and thee graue father, if I may, Scape this vnhappy Night, to knowe the day, A virgin, neuer after to endure The tongues, or company of men vnpure. I heare him, come, saue me. Retire a while, Behinde this bushk, till wee haue knowen that vile Aboser of young maydens. Stay thy pace, Most loued Amarillis: let the chase, growe calme and milder, flye me not so fast, I feare the pointed Brambles haue vnlac't Thy golden Buskins, turne againe and see: Thy Shepheard follow, that is strong and free, Able to giue thee all contnt and case, I am not bashfull virgin, I can please: At first encounter hugg thee in mine arme, And giue thee many kisses, soft and warme, As those the Sunne prints on thy smiling cheeke, Of Plummes or mellow peaches I am sleeke, And smooth as Neptune when stearne Eolus, Loks vp his surley winds and nimbly thus, Can shew my Actiue youth why doost thou flye. Remmber Amarillis it was I, That kild Alexis for thy sake, and set, An euerlasting hate twixt Amoret, And her beloued Perigot twas I, That drownd her in the well, where she must lye, Till time shall leaue to be, then turne againe: Ture with thy open armes and clipp the swayne That hath performd all this, turne turne I saye: I must not be deluded, Monster stay, Thou that art like a canker to the state, Thou liuest and brethest in, eating with debate, Through euery honest bosome, forcing still, The vaynes of any men, may serue thy will. Thou that hast offered with a sinfull hand, To seaze vpon this virgin that doth stand, yet trembling here. Good holynesse declare, What had the danger bene if being bare, I had imbracd her, tell me by your Art: What comming wonders wood that fight impart. Lust, and branded soule, Yet tell me more, Hath not our Mother Nature for her store, And great increase, sayd it is good and iust, And willd that euery liuing creature must, Beget his like. Yee are better read then I, I must confesse in Blood and Letchery: Now to the Bowre and bring this beast along, Where he may suffer Pennance for his wrong,