Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
IN this disguise and Pastoral attire, Without my saffron rob, without my torch, Or other ensigns of my duty: I Hymen am come hither secretly, To make Arcadia see a work of glory, That shall deserve an everlasting story. Here, shall I bring you two the most entire And constant lovers that were ever seen, From out the greatest sufferings of annoy That fortune could inflict, to their full joy: Wherein no wild, no rude, no antic sport, But tender passions, motions soft, and grave, The still spectators must expect to have. For, these are only Cynthia's recreatives Made unto Phoebus, and are feminine; And therefore must be gentle like to her, Whose sweet affections mildly move and stir. And here, with this white wand, will I effect As much, as with my flaming torch of Love: And with the power thereof, affections move In these fair nymphs, and shepherds round about. Stay Hymen, stay; you shall not have the day Of this great glory, as you make account: We will herein, as we were ever wont, Oppose you in the matches you address, And undermine them with disturbances. Now, do thy worst, base Envy, thou canst do, Thou shalt not disappoint my purposes. Then will I, Hymen, in despite of thee, I will make Parents cross desires of love, With those respects of wealth, as shall dissolve The strongest knots of kindest faithfulness. Hence, greedy Avarice; I know thou art A hag, that dost bewitch the minds of men: Yet shalt thou have no power at all herein. Then will I, Hymen, do thou what thou canst; I will steal closely into linked hearts; And shake their veins with cold distrustfulness; And ever keep them waking in their fears, With spirits, which their imagination rears. Disquiet jealousy, vile fury, thou That art the ugly monster of the mind, avant, be gone, thou shalt have nought to do In this fair work of ours, nor evermore Canst enter there, where honour keeps the door. And therefore hideous furies, get you hence, This place is sacred to integrity, And clean desires: your sight most loathsome is Unto so well disposed a company. Therefore be gone, I charge you by my power, We must have nothing in Arcadia, sour. Hymen, thou canst not chase us so away, For, look how long as thou mak'st marriages, So long will we produce encumbrances. And we will in the same disguise, as thou, Mix us among these shepherds, that we may Effect our work the better, being unknown; For, ills show other faces then their own. SO to be reft of all the joys of life, How is it possible Palaemon, I Should ever more a thought retain Of the least comfort upon earth again? No, I would hate this heart, that hath received So deep a wound, if it should ever come To be recured, or would permit a room To let in any other thing than grief.
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IN this disguise and Pastorall attire, Without my saffron robe, without my torch, Or other ensignes of my duty: I Hymen am come hither secretly, To make Arcadia see a worke of glorie, That shall deserue an euerlasting storie. Here, shall I bring you two the most entire And constant louers that were euer seene, From out the greatest suffrings of anoy That fortune could inflict, to their full ioy: Wherein no wilde, no rude, no antique sport, But tender passions, motions soft, and graue, The still spectators mast expect to haue. For, these are onely Cynthias recreatiues Made vnto Phoebus, and are feminine; And therefore must be gentle like to her, Whose sweet affections mildely mooue and stir. And here, with this white wand, will I effect As much, as with my flaming torch of Loue: And with the power thereof, affections mooue In these faire nymphes, and shepheards round about. Stay Hymen, stay; you shall not haue the day Of this great glorie, as you make account: We will herein, as we were euer wont, Oppose you in the matches you addresse, And vndermine them with disturbances. Now, doe thy worst, base Enuie, thou canst doe, Thou shalt not disappoint my purposes. Then will I, Hymen, in despite of thee, I will make Parents crosse desires of loue, With those respects of wealth, as shall dissolue The strongest knots of kindest faithfulnesse. Hence, greedy Auarice; I know thou art A hagge, that do'st bewitch the mindes of men: Yet shalt thou haue no powre at all herein. Then will I, Hymen, doe thou what thou canst; I will steale closely into linked hearts; And shake their veines with colde distrustfulnesse; And euer keepe them waking in their feares, With spirits, which their imagination reares. Disquiet Iealousie, vile furie, thou That art the ougly monster of the minde, Auant, be gone, thou shalt haue nought to doe In this faire worke of ours, nor euermore Canst enter there, where honour keepes the doore. And therefore hideous furies, get you hence, This place is sacred to integritie, And cleane desires: your sight most loathsome is Vnto sowell dispos'd a companie. Therefore be gone, I charge you by my powre, We must haue nothing in Arcadia, sowre. Hymen, thou canst not chase vs so away, For, looke how long as thou mak'st marriages, So long will we produce incumbrances. And we will in the same disguise, as thou, Mixe vs among these shepheards, that we may Effect our worke the better, being vnknowne; For, ills shew other faces then their owne. SO to be reft of all the ioyes of life, How is it possible Palaemon, I Should euer more a thought retaine Of the least comfort vpon earth againe? No, I would hate this heart, that hath receiu'd So deepe a wound, if it should euer come To be recur'd, or would permit a roome To let in any other thing then griefe.