Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 453 words
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But Thirsis you must tell me what is the cause? Think but what cause I have; when having passed The heats, the colds, the trembling agonies Of fears, and hopes, and all the strange assaults Of passion, that a tender heart could feel In the attempt, and pursuit of his love. And then to be undone, when all was done, To perish in the haven, after all Those Ocean sufferings, and even then to have My hopeful Nuptial bed, turned to a grave. Good Thirsis by what means, I pray thee tell Tell thee? alas Palaemon, how can I tell And live? dost thou not see these fields have lost Their glory, since that time Silvia was lost? Silvia, that only decked, that only made Arcadia shine; Silvia who was (ah woe the while) So miserably rent from off the world. So rapt away, as that no sign of her, No piece was left to tell us by what means: Safe only this poor remnant of her vail, All torn, and this dear lock of her rent hair; Which holy relics here I keep with me, The sad memorials of her dismal fate. Who sure devoured was upon the shore By ravenous beasts, as she was walking there Alone, it seems; perhaps in seeking me Or else retired to meditate apart The story of our loves, and heavy smart. This is no news, you tell, of Sylvia's death. That was long since: why should you wail her now? Long since Palaemon? think you any length Of time can ever have a power to make A heart of flesh not mourn, not grieve, not pine? That knows, that feels, that thinks as much as mine But Thirsis, you know how her father meant To match her with Alexis, and a day To celebrate the nuptials was prefixed. True, he had such a purpose, but in vain, As oh it was best known unto us twain. And hence it grew that gave us both our fears, That made our meeting stealth, our parting tears. Hence was it, that with many a secret wile, we robbed our looks th'onlookers to beguile This was the cause, oh miserable cause, That made her by herself to stray alone, Which else God knows, she never should have done. For had our liberty as open been, As was our loves, Silvia had not been seen Without her Thirsis, never had we gone But hand in hand, nor ever had mischance Took us asunder; she had always had My body interposed betwixt all harms And her. But ah we had our liberty Laid fast in prison when our loves were free. But how know'st thou her love was such to thee?
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But Thirsis you must tel me what is the cause? Think but what cause I haue; whē hauing pass'd The heates, the colds, the trem bling agonies Of feares, and hopes, and all the strange assaults Of passion, that a tender heart could feele In the attempt, and pursuite of his loue. And then to be vndone, when all was done, To perish in the hauen, after all Those Ocean suffrings, and euen then to haue My hopefull Nuptiall bed, turn'd to a graue. Good Thirsis by what meanes, I pray thee tell Tell thee? alas Palaemon, how can I tell And liue? doest thou not see these fields haue lost Their glory, since that time Siluia was lost? Siluia, that onely deckt, that onely made Arcadia shine; Siluia who was (ah woe the while) So miserablierent from off the world. So rapt away, as that no signe of her, No peece was left to tell vs by what meanes: Safe onely this poore remnant of her vaile, Alltorne, and this deere locke of her rent haire; Which holy reliques here I keepe with me, The sad memorials of her dismall fate. Who sure deuoured was vpon the shore By ravenous beasts, as she was walking there Alone, it seemes; perhaps in seeking me Or els retir'd to meditate apart The storie of our loues, and heauie smart. This is no newes, you tell, of Siluias death. That was long since: why shold you waile her now? Long since Palaemon? thinke you any length Of time can euer haue a powre to make A heart of flesh not mourne, not grieue, not pine? That knows, that feels, that thinks as much as mine But Thirsis, you know how her father meant To match her with Alexis, and a day To celebrate the nuptials was prefixt. True, he had such a purpose, but in vaine, As oh it was best knowne vnto vs twaine. And hence it grew that gaue vs both our feares, That made our meeting stealth, our parting teares. Hence was it, that with many a secret wile, Wee rob'd our lookes th'onlookers to beguile This was the cause, oh miserable cause, That made her by her selfe to stray alone, Which els God knowes, she neuer shold haue done. For had our libertie as open beene, As was our loues, Siluia had not beene seene Without her Thirsis, neuer had we gone But hand in hand, nor euer had mischance Tooke vs asunder; shee had alwaies had My bodie interpos'd betwixt all harmes And her. But ah we had our libertie Laid fast in prison when our loues were free. But how knowst thou her loue was such to thee?