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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Well, thou shalt go; and yet if any thought Of me should move him, he knows well my mind (if not too well) and where he may me find. Thou shalt not go Clarindo, nor will I Disgrace me more with importunity: And yet if such a motion should take fire, And find no matter ready, it would out, And opportunities must not be slacked Clarindo, thou shalt go, and as thou goest, Look to my flock, and so God speed thee well. WEll, this employment makes for my avail, For hereby have I means to see my love; Who likewise sees me, though he sees me not; Nor do I see him as I would I did. But I must by some means or other make Him know I live; and yet not so as he May know that I am I, for fear we might Miscarry in our joys by over haste. But it is more than time his sufferings were Relieved in some close sort; and that can I devise No way to do, but by relating how I heard of an escape a nymph did make From pirates lately, and was safe returned. And so to tell some story that contains Our fortunes and our loves, in other names; And wish him to expect the like event; For I perceive him very well content To hear me speak; and sure he hath some note, Although so darkly drawn, as that his eyes Cannot expressly read it; yet it shows Him something, which he rather feels, then knows. Desire that is of things ungot, See what travail it procureth, And how much the mind endureth, To gain what yet it gaineth not: For never was it paid, The charge defrayed, According to the price of thought. PAlaemon, you methinks might something work With Thirsis my aggrieved son, and sound His humour what it is: and why he thus Afflicts himself in solitariness. You two were wont to be most inward friends, And glad I was to see it; knowing you To be a man well tempered, fit to sort With his raw youth; can you do nothing now, To win him from this vile captivity Of passion, that withholds him from the world? In troth, Charinus, I have oftentimes, As one that suffered for his grievances, Assayed to find a way into the cause Of his so strange dismay; and by all means Advised him make redemption of himself, And come to life again, and be a man With men: but all serves not, I find him locked Fast to his will, allege I what I can. But will he not impart to you the cause? The cause is love; but it is such a love, As is not to be had. Not to be had? Palaemon, if his love be regular, Is there in all Arcadia any she, Whom his ability, his shape, and worth May not attain, he being my only son?
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VVell, thou shalt goe; and yet if any thought Of me should mooue him, he knowes wel my mind (if not too well) and where he may me finde. Thou shalt not goe Clarindo, nor will I Disgrace me more with importunity: And yet if such a motion should take fire, And finde no matter ready, it would out, And opportunities must not be slackt Clarindo, thou shalt goe, and as thou goest, Looke to my flocke, and so God speed thee well. WEll, this imployment makes for my auaile, For hereby haue I meanes to see my loue; Who likewise sees me, though he sees me not; Nor doe I see him as I would I did. But I must by some meanes or other make Him know I liue; and yet not so as he May know that I am I, for feare we might Miscary in our ioyes by ouer haste. But it is more then time his suffrings were Releeu'd in some close sort; and that can I deuise No way to doe, but by relating how I heard of an escape a nymph did make From pirats lately, and was safe return'd. And so to tell some storie that containes Our fortunes and our loues, in other names; And wish him to expect the like euent; For I perceiue him very well content To heare me speake; and sure he hath some note, Although so darkly drawne, as that his eyes Cannot expresly reade it; yet it showes Him somthing, which he rather feels, then knowes. Desire that is of things vngot, See what trauaile it procureth, And how much the minde endureth, To gaine what yet it gaineth not: For neuer was it paid, The charge defraide, According to the price of thought. PAlaemon, you me thinkes might something work With Thirsis my aggreeued sonne, and sound His humour what it is: and why he thus Afflicts himselfe in solitarinesse. You two were wont to be most inward friends, And glad I was to see it; knowing you To be a man well tempred, fit to sort VVith his raw youth; can you doe nothing now, To win him from this vile captiuity Of passion, that withholdes him from the world? In troth, Charinus, I haue oftentimes, As one that suffred for his grieuances, Assayd to finde a way into the cause Of his so strange dismay; and by all meanes Aduis'd him make redemption of himselfe, And come to life againe, and be a man With men: but all serues not, I finde him lockt Fast to his will, alleadge I what I can. But will he not impart to you the cause? The cause is loue; but it is such a loue, As is not to be had. Not to be had? Palaemon, if his loue beregular, Is there in all Arcadia any shee, Whom his ability, his shape, and worth May not attaine, he being my onely sonne?