Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals) pastoral T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.75 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Ah thou dost wound me; and thy every word Adds to the agony'e of my bleeding breast, Struck through with fear of him; and with the bitter Remembrance of the savage cruelty In me, which I called honesty ', and so 'twas, But too severeit was, and rigorous; I find it now, alas I now repent it. What's this? what do I hear? Why thou art pitiful then, and thy heart Seems to have feeling of another's harms; What do I see? Why thou dost weep too; I'm amazed at this? Whence are these tears? Is't love that causes them? 'Tis pity, 'tis compassion causes them. Compassion is the messenger of love, As is the lightning of the thunder clap. 'Tis often times the property of love When he would creep unseen into young hearts Which austere Chastity hath long time shut And barred against him, to assume the habit And semblance of his handmaid Pity ', and so Deceives them ere they be aware, and gets Into their breasts unknown and vndiscry'de. These are love-teares (Silvia) they flow so fast; Dost thou not love indeed? ha'? not a word? Yes, 'tis too true, but alas 'tis too late. Behold the strange ways of Love's chastisement; Wretched Aminta, thou that (like the Bee, Which hurting dies, and in an others wound Leaves his own life,) hast with thy death, at last Pierced that hard heart, which living felt thee not. But if, O erring Spirit, (as I fear Thou art, and severed from thy empty corpse) Thou wanderest here about; behold her plaints; Living thou lov'dst her, see she loves thee dead. And if thy cruel fate would have it so, That thy love could not be repaid till now, And that her love was only to be purchased By thee at this dear price; let it suffice thee (Where more thou canst not have) that thou hast bought it As dearly now, as she could rate it thee; Even with thy death. Dear bargain for the buyer; And all unprofitable, and infamous Unto the cruel seller. O that I Can with my love redeem his life again, Or with my life his life, if he live not. O pity, O discretion, too late bred; Little avail they to revive the dead. I Am so full of woe, so full of borror As all I hear and whatsoe'er I look on Me thinks afflicts, disquiets, and affrights me. What strange news brings this man, that seems to me So troubled in his looks, and in his speech? I bring the sad news of Aminta's death. Ay me what says he? Aminta noblest Shepherd of these woods; That was so comely and so gracious; So dear unto the Nymphs, and to the Muses; And dead but even a lad. Ah of what death? Tell us, ah tell all; that we may in one Lament with thee his mischief, and our own.
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Ah thou doſt wound me; and thy eu'ry word Addes to the agony'e of my bleeding breſt, Strooke through with feare of him; and with the bitter Remembrance of the ſauadge cruelty In me, which I call'd honeſty', and ſo 'twas, But too ſeuereit was, and rigorous; I finde it now, alas I now repent it. VVhat's this? what do I heare? Why thou art pittifull then, and thy heart Seemes to haue feeling of anothers harmes; VVhat doe I ſee? Why thou do'ſt weepe too; I'm amaz'd at this? Whence ar theſe teares? Is't loue that cauſes them? 'Tis pitty, 'tis compaſsion cauſes them. Compaſsion is the meſſenger of loue, As is the lightning of the thunder clap. 'Tis often times the property of loue When he would creepe vnſeene into young hearts Which auſtere Chaſtity hath long time ſhut And barr'd againſt him, to aſſume the habit And ſemblance of his handmayd Pitty', and ſo Deceiues them ere they be aware, and gets Into their breſts vnknowne and vndiſcry'de. Theſe ar loue-teares (Siluia) they flow ſo faſt; Do'ſt thou not loue indeede? ha? not a word? Yes, 'tis too true, but alas 'tis too late. Behold the ſtrange wayes of Loues chaſtiſement; Wretched Aminta, thou that (like the Bee, Which hurting dyes, and in an others wound Leaues his owne life,) haſt with thy death, at laſt Pierc'd that hard heart, which liuing felt thee not. But if, O erring Spirit, (as I feare Thou art, and ſeuer'd from thy empty corſe) Thou wandreſt here abouts; behold her playnts; Liuing thou lou'dſt her, ſee ſhee loues thee dead. And if thy cruell fate would haue it ſo, That thy loue could not be repay'd till now, And that her loue was onely to be purchas'd By thee at this deare price; let it ſuffice thee (Where more thou canſt not haue) that thou haſt bought it As dearely now, as ſhee could rate it thee; Euen with thy death. Deare bargaine for the buyer; And all vnprofitable, and infamous Vnto the cruell ſeller. O that I Could with my loue redeeme his life againe, Or with my life his life, if he liue not. O pitty, O diſcretion, too late bredd; Little auaile they to reuiue the dead. I Am ſo full of woe, ſo full of borror As all I heare and whatſoere I looke on Me thinks afflicts, diſquiets, and affrights me. What ſtrange newes brings this man, that ſeemes to me So troubled in his lookes, and in his ſpeech? I bring the ſad newes of Aminta's death. Ay me what ſayes he? Aminta nobleſt Shepherd of theſe woods; That was ſo comely and ſo gratious; So deare vnto the Nymphes, and to the Muſes; And dead but eu'ne a ladd. Ah of what death? Tell vs, ah tell all; that we may in one Lament with thee his miſchiefe, and our owne.