Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah cruel youth, whither away so fast? Good Phillis do not stay me, I have haste. What haste shouldst thou have but to comfort me, Who hath no other comfort but in thee? Alas thou dost but trouble me in vain, I cannot help thee: 'tis not in my power. Not in thy power Clarindo? ah if thou Hadst any thing of manliness, thou wouldst. But if I have not, what doth it avail In this sort to torment thyself and me? And therefore pray thee Phillis let me go. Ah whither canst thou go, where thou shalt be More dearly loved and cherished then with me? But that my purpose cannot satisfy, I must be gone, there is no remedy. O cruel youth, will thy heart nothing move? Show me yet pity, if thou show not love. Believe me Phillis I do pity thee; And more, lament thy error, so farewell. And art thou gone hard-hearted youth? hast thou Thus disappointed my desires, and left My shame t'afflict me worser than my love? Now in what case am I, that neither can Recall my modesty, nor thee again? Ah were it now to do again, my passions should Have smothered me to death, before I would Have showed the smallest sparkle of my flame. But it is done, and I am now undone. Ah hadst thou been a man, and had that part Of understanding of a woman's heart, My words had been unborn, only mine eyes Had been a tongue enough to one were wise. But this it is, to love a boy, whose years Conceives not his own good, nor weighs my tears: But this disgrace I justly have deserved SO Phillis have you, and you're rightly served. Have you disdained the gallant'st Foresters, And bravest herdsmen all Arcadia hath, And now in love with one is not a man? Assure yourself this is a just revenge Love takes, for your misprision of his power. I told you often there would come a time, When you would sure be plagued for such a crime: But you would laugh at me, as one you thought Conceived not of what metal you were wrought. Is this you, who would wonder any nymphs Could ever be so foolish as to love? Who is so foolish now? Peace Lidia, peace, Add not more grief t'a heart that hath too much, Do not insult upon her misery, Whose flame, God wot, needs water, and not oil. Thou seest I am undone, caught in the Toil Of an entangling mischief: tell me how I may recover, and unwind me now. That doth require more time, we will apart Consult thereof, be you but ruled by me, And you shall find, ay, yet, will set you free.
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Ah cruell youth, whither away so fast? Good Phillis do not stay me, I haue haste. What haste shouldst thou haue but to comfort me, VVho hath no other comfort but in thee? Alas thou do'st but trouble mein vaine, I cannot helpe thee: t'is not in my powre. Not in thy powre Clarindo? ah ifthou Hadst any thing of manlines, thou would'st. But if I haue not, what doth it auaile In this sort to torment thy selfe and me? And therefore pre thee Phillis let me goe. Ah whither canst thou go, where thou shalt be More deerely lou'd and cherisht then with me? But that my purpose cannot satisfie, I must be gone, there is no remedie. O cruell youth, will thy hart nothing moue? Shew me yet pitie, if thou shew not loue. Beleeue me Phillis I do pitie thee; And more, lament thy error, so farewell. And art thou gone hard-hearted youth? hast thou Thus disappointed my desires, and Ieft My shame t'afflict me worser then my loue? Now in what case am I, that neither can Recall my modestie, nor thee againe? Ah were it now to do againe, my passions should Haue smothred me to death, before I would Haue shew'd the smallest sparkle of my flame. But it is done, and I am now vndone. Ah hadst thou bene a man, and had that part Of vnderstanding of a womans hart, My words had bene vnborne, onely mine eies Had bene a tongue ynough to one were wise. But this it is, to loue a boy, whose yeares Conceiues not his owne good, nor weighes my teares: But this disgrace I iustly haue deseru'd SO Phillis haue you, and y'are rightly seru'd. Haue you disdain'd the gallanst Forresters, And brauest heardsmen all Arcadia hath, And now in loue with one is not a man? Assure your selfe this is a iust reuenge Loue takes, for your misprision of his powre. I told you often there would come a time, When you would sure be plagu'd for such a crime: But you would laugh at me, as one you thought Conceiu'd not of what mettall you were wrought. Is this you, who would wonder any nymphes Could euer be so foolish as to loue? Who is so foolish now? Peace Lidia, peace, Adde not more griefe t'a hart that hath too much, Do not insult vpon her misery, Whose flame, God wot, needs water, and not oyle. Thou seest I am vndone, caught in the Toyle Of an intangling mischiefe: tell me how I may recouer, and vnwinde me now. That doth require more time, we will apart Consult thereof, be you but rul'd by me, And you shall finde, I, yet, will set you free.