Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
And did your son, my daughter love so dear? Now good Charinus, I must grieve the more, If more my heart could suffer than it doth; For now I feel the horror of my deed, In having crossed the worthiest match on earth. Now I perceive why Silvia did refuse To marry with Alexis, having made A worthier choice; which oh had I had grace To have foreseen, perhaps this dismal chance Never had been, and now they both had had joy of their loves, and we the like of them. But ah my greedy eye, viewing the large And spacious sheep-walks joining unto mine, Whereof Alexis was possessed, made me, As worldlings do, desire to marry grounds, And not affections, which have other bounds. How oft have I with threats, with promises, With all persuasions, sought to win her mind To fancy him, yet all would not prevail? How oft hath she again upon her knees With tears besought me; Oh dear father mine Do not enforce me to accept a man I cannot fancy: rather take from me, The life you gave me, then afflict it so. Yet all this would not alter mine intent, This was the man she must affect or none. But ah what sin was this to torture so A heart forevowed unto a better choice, Where goodness met in one the self same point, And virtues answered in an equal joint? Sure, sure, Charinus, for this sin of mine The gods bereft me of my child, and would Not have her be, to be without her heart, Nor me take joy where I did none impart. Medorus, thus we see man's wretchedness That learns his errors but by their success, And when there is no remedy; and now we can but wish it had been otherwise. And in that wish Charinus we are racked; But I remember now I often have Had shadows in my sleep that figures bare Of some such liking twixt your child and mine. And this last night a pleasing dream I had (Though dreams of joy makes wakers minds more sad) methought my daughter Silvia was returned In most strange fashion, and upon her knees Craves my good will for Thirsis, otherwise She would be gone again and seen no more. I at the sight of my dear child, was rapt With that excess of joy, as gave no time Either for me to answer her request, Or leave for sleep to figure out the rest. Alas Medorus, dreams are vapours, which Engendered with day thoughts, fall in the night And vanish with the morning; are but made Afflictions unto man, to th' end he might Not rest in rest, but toil both day and night. But see here comes my solitary son: Let us stand close Medorus out of sight, And note how he behaves himself in this Affliction, and distressed case of his.
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And did your sonne, my daughter loue so deare? Now good Charinus, I must grieue the more, If more my heart could suffer then it doth; For now I feele the horrour of my deede, In hauing crost the worthiest match on earth. Now I perceiue why Siluia did refuse To marrie with Alexis, hauing made A worthier choice; which oh had I had grace To haue foreseene, perhaps this dismall chance Neuer had bene, and now they both had had Ioy of their loues, and we the like of them. But ah my greedy eye, viewing the large And spacious sheep-walkes ioyning vnto mine, Whereof Alexis was possest, made me, As worldlings doe, desire to marry grounds, And not affections, which haue other bounds. How oft haue I with threats, with promises, VVith all perswasions, sought to win her minde To fancie him, yet all would not preuaile? How oft hath shee againe vpon her knees VVith teares besought me; Oh deare father mine Doe not inforce me to accept a man I cannot fancie: rather take from mee, The life you gaue me, then afflict it so. Yet all this would not alter mine intent, This was the man shee must affect or none. But ah what sinne was this to torture so A hart forevow'd vnto a better choice, VVhere goodnesse met in one the selfe same point, And vertues answer'd in an equall ioynt? Sure, sure, Charinus, for this sinne of mine The gods bereast me of my childe, and would Not haue her be, to be without her heart, Nor me take ioy where I did none impart. Medorus, thus wee see mans wretchednesse That learnes his errours but by their successe, And when there is no remedie; and now Wee can but wish it had beene otherwise. And in that wish Charinus we are rackt; But I remember now I often haue Had shadowesin my sleepe that figures bare Of some such liking twixt your childe and mine. And this last night a pleasing dreame I had (Though dreams of ioy makes wakers minds more sad) Me thought my daughter Siluia was return'd In most strange fashion, and vpon her knees Craues my good will for Thirsis, otherwise She would be gone againe and seene no more. I at the sight of my deare childe, was rapt With that excesse of ioy, as gaue no time Either for me to answer her request, Or leaue for sleepe to figure out the rest. Alas Medorus, dreames are vapours, which Ingendred with day thoughts, fall in the night And vanish with the morning; are but made Afflictions vnto man, to th' end he might Not rest in rest, but toyle both day and night. But see here comes my solitarie sonne: Let vs stand close Medorus out of sight, And note how he behaues hlmselfe in this Affliction, and distressed case of his.