Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 487 words
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But this, Montanus, will not now suffice. You quite have lost her, and your hopes and all. Good Lidia yet entreat her to relent, And let her but command me any thing That is within the power of man to do, And you shall find Montanus will perform More than a Giant, and will stead her more Than all the herdsmen in Arcadia can. She will command you nothing; but I wish You would a little terrify that boy As he may never dare to use her name But in all reverence as is fit for her. But do not you examine him a word; For that were neither for your dignity, Nor hers, that such a boy as he should stand And justify himself in such a case, Who would but feign untruths unto your face. And herein you some service shall perform, As may perhaps make her to think on you. Alas, this is a work so far, so low Beneath my worth, as I account it none, Were it t'encounter some fierce mountain beast Or monster, it were something fitting me. But yet this will I do, and do it home, Assure you Lidia: as I live I will. But yet I would not have you hurt the youth, For that were neither grace for you nor me. That as my rage will tolerate must be. Here comes my long expected messenger, God grant the news he brings may make amends For his long stay; and sure, I hope it will. methinks his face bewrays more jollity In his returning then in going hence. Well, all is well; no Amarillis hath Supplanted Sylvia's love in Thirsis heart, Nor any shall: but see where Cloris looks For what I shall not bring her at this time. Clarindo though my longing would be fain Dispatched at once, & hear my doom pronounced All in a word of either life or death, Yet do not tell it but by circumstance. Tell me the manner where, and how thou foundst My Thirsis, what he said, how looked, how fared, How he received my message, used thee; And all in brief, but yet be sure tell all. All will I tell as near as I can tell. First after tedious searching up and down, I found him all alone, like a hurt dear, Got under cover in a shady grove, Hard by a little crystal purling spring, Which but one sullen note of murmur held; And where no sun could see him, where no eye Might overlook his lovely primacy. There in a path of his own making, trod Bare as a common way, yet led no way Beyond the turns he made (which were but short) With arms across, his hat down on his eyes (As if those shades yielded not shade enough, To darken them) he walks with often stops, Uneven pace, like motions to his thoughts.
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But this, Montanus, will not now suffise. You quite haue lost her, and your hopes and all. Good Lidia yet intreate her to relent, And let her but command me any thing That is within the power of man to do, And you shall finde Montanus will performe More then a Gyant, and will stead her more Then all the heardsmen in Arcadia can. Shee will command you nothing; but I wish You would a little terrifie that boy As he may neuer dare to vse her name But in all reuerence as is fit for her. But doe not you examine him a word; For that were neither for your dignity, Nor hers, that such a boy as he should stand And iustifie himselfe in such a case, Who would but faine vntruths vnto your face. And herein you some seruice shall performe, As may perhaps make her to thinke on you. Alas, this is a worke so farre, so low Beneath my worth, as I account it none, Were it t'incounter some fierce mountaine beast Or monster, it were something fitting mee. But yet this will I doe, and doe it home, Assure you Lidia: as I liue I will. But yet I would not haue you hurt the youth, For that were neither grace for you nor mee. That as my rage will tollerate must be. HEere comes my long expected messenger, God grant the newes hee brings may make amends For his long stay; and sure, I hope it will. Me thinkes his face bewraies more iollytie In his returning then in going hence. Well, all is wel; no Amarillis hath Supplanted Siluias louein Thirsis heart, Nor any shall: but see where Cloris lookes For what I shall not bring her at this time. Clarindo though my longing would be faine Dispatch'd at once, & heare my doome pronounc'd All in a word of either life or death, Yet doe not tell it but by circumstance. Tell me the manner where, and how thou foundst My Thirsis, what he said, how look'd, how far'd, How he receau'd my message, vsed thee; And all in briefe, but yet be sure tell all. All will I tell as neere as I can tell. First after teadious searching vp and downe, I found him all alone, like a hurt Deare, Got vnder couer in a shadie groue, Hard by a little christall purling spring, Which but one sullen note of murmur held; And where no sunne could see him, where no eye Might ouerlooke his louely primacy. There in a path of his owne making, trode Bare as a common way, yet led no way Beyond the turnes he made (which were but short) With armes acrosse, his hat downe on his eyes (As if those shades yeelded not shade ynough, To darken them) he walkes with often stops, Vneuen pace, like motions to his thoughts.