Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Then here lies the point; That as thou go'st with her unto the fount, Thou use thy best cunning to make her coming, And hear Aminta speak; mean time my care Shall be to make Aminta meet you there. I fear my task will be the hardest of both. Onn then o' God's name. Yes, I go; but Thirsis, We were discoursing of an other matter. If mine eye fail me not, yond same should be Aminta, that comes hitherward; 'tis he. NOw shall I see what Thirsi' has done for me; And if he have done nothing, ere my woes Melt me'into nothing, I'll go kill myself Before the proud face of that cruel maid, That so delights to see my hearts deep wound Made by her murdering eyes, as sure it can Please her no less, to see her sad command Fulfilled on my own breast with my own hand. News, news Aminta, happy news I bring thee; Clear then thy brow, and cast thy griefs away. What is't thou sayest Thirsis, what bringst thou me, Life, or death? new joy, or new misery? I bring thee life and joy, if thou but dare To go and meet them; but I tell thee true Thou must not faint but play the man Aminta. Why against whom should I advance my force? Suppose the Nymph thou lov'st were in a wood That (wal'de about with mountains of sharp briers) Were full of Tigers, and of greedy Lions, Wouldst thou go thither? Yes, more cheerfully, Then village-lasse to the dance o'holly days. Were she engaged 'mongst troops of armed thieves, Wouldst thou go thither? Yes more greedily, Then runs the thirsty Hart to the cool streeme. O but a harder task asks greater labour. Why I would pass through the devouring torrents, When the dissolu'de snows down the mountain's rain: And headlong run t'ingulph them in the main: Or through the fire; or indeed down to hell; If any place a hell may termed be, That shall contain so heavenly a thing as she. But prithee tell me all. Here then. Say on. Silvia ' at a Fount, starnaked, and all alone Attends thy coming; darest thou now go thither? Silvia? and all alone? and stays for me? Yes all alone, unless haply there be Daphne ', who thou knowst is all in all for thee. (ah do not Naked? I, naked, but. But what? Mangle me thus. Why but she does not know That you should meet her there; though (as I say) she'll there attend you, do but haste away. Bitter conclusion; that infects, and poisons What ever sweet thy former speeches promised, Why with such art Dost thou delude me, cruel as thou art? Is't not enough Thinkest thou for me thus full of grief to be, But thou must come to mock my misery? Be ruled by me Aminta, and be happy; What should I do?
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Then heere lyes the poynt; That as thou go'st with her vnto the fount, Thou vſe thy beſt cunning to make her comming, And heare Aminta ſpeake; meane time my care Shall be to make Aminta meete you there. I feare my taske will be the hard'ſt of both. Onn then o' Gods name. Yes, I goe; but Thirſis, Wee were diſcourſing of an other matter. If mine eye faile me not, yon ſame ſhould be Aminta, that comes hitherward; 'tis he. NOw ſhall I ſee what Thirſi' has done for me; And if he haue done nothing, ere my woes Melt me'into nothing, I'le go kill my ſelfe Before the proud face of that cruell mayde, That ſo delights to ſee my hearts deepe wound Made by her murth'ring eyes, as ſure it can Pleaſe her no leſſe, to ſee her ſad command Fulfill'd on my owne breſt with my owne hand. Newes, newes Aminta, happy newes I bring thee; Cleare then thy browe, and caſt thy griefes away. What is't thou ſayſt Thirſis, what bringſt thou me, Life, or death? new ioy, or new miſerie? I bring thee life and ioy, if thou but dare To goe and meet them; but I tell thee true Thou muſt not faint but play the man Aminta. Why againſt whom ſhould I aduance my force? Suppoſe the Nymphe thou lou'ſt were in a wood That (wal'de about with mountaines of ſharpe briars) Were full of Tygars, and of greedy Lyons, Wouldſt thou go thither? Yes, more cheerefully, Then village-laſſe to the daunce o'holly dayes. Were ſhe ingag'd 'mongſt troopes of armed theeues, VVould'ſt thou goe thither? Yes more greedily, Then runnes the thirſtie Hart to the coole ſtreeme. O but a harder taske askes greater labour. Why I would paſſe through the deuouring torrēts, VVhen the diſſolu'de ſnowes downe the mountaines raine: And headlong runne t'ingulph them in the mayne: Or through the fire; or indeed downe to hell; If any place a hell may termed bee, That ſhall containe ſo heau'nly a thing as ſhee. But pre'thee tell me all. Here then. Say on. Siluia' at a Fount, ſtarnak'd, and all alone Attends thy comming; dare'ſt thou now goe thither? Siluia? and all alone? and ſtaies for me? Yes all alone, vnleſſe haply there bee Daphne', who thou know'ſt is all in all for thee. (ah do not Naked? I, naked, but. But what? Mangle me thus. Why but ſhe does not knowe That you ſhould meete her there; though (as I ſay) Shee'll there attend you, do but haſt away. Bitter concluſion; that infects, and poyſons What euer ſweet thy former ſpeeches promis'd, Why with ſuch art Do'ſt thou delude me, cruell as thou art? Is't not enough Think'ſt thou for me thus full of griefe to be, But thou muſt come to mock my miſery? Be rul'd by me Aminta, and be happy; What ſhould I doe?