Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Aminta · chunk 30 of 33

Tasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 (Annals)
pastoral
T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.67 · 469 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Friends be merry What of his death perhaps ye have heard, is false. That were a welcome news. Did he not throw himself down headlong then From yond high Mountain's top? 'tis true he did. But 'twas a fortunate and happy fall; That looked so like death, and is proved to him Not life alone, but a most joyful life; For now he lies lulled in the tenter lap. Of his beloved one that seems much more Fond of him now, than she was coy before; Drying each tear he lets fall, with a sigh, Or with the like, friendly requiting it. But I am going to find out Montane Her Father, and conduct him where they be; For there wants nothing else but his consent, To both their boundless joys accomplishment. Their age, their blood and birth, their mutual loves, And all agree; and the good old Montano Will he glad doubtless of posterity, And to ' arm his grey hairs with so sweet a guard, So that his will no doubt shall second theirs. But thou (good Elpine) tell what god, what fate In that so dangerous, and deadly fall Prescrued Aminta. I am well content; Hear then, hear that which with these eyes I saw; I was before my Caues mouth, which ye know Lies at the hills foot, on the valleys brim; There Thirsi' and I were reasoning together Of the fair she that in the self same net Had first ensnared him, and me afterward; When I preferring my loved servitude Before his free state; all at once we heard A shriek; and saw a man fall frbm above, Upon a bushy knowle; for on the side Of the steep hill, there grows (all of a heap, And as 'twere wove tog there,) a round mass Of brambles, thorns, and certain weeds among; There first he light before he lower fell; And though he made way through them with his weight, And fell down to the ground before our feet; Yet so that stop abated the falls force, As 'twas not mortal; though so dangerous As that he lay a while devoid of sense, And as a dead man without show of motion. We with amazement, and compassion were Dumbe-strucken at the sudden spectacle: And knowing him, and knowing soon (with all) He was not dead, nor perhas like to die, Appeased his woe, and eased him all we could; Then Thirsis made me throughly ' acquainted with Th'whole passage of his loves. but while we sought To bring him to himself again, and sent To fetch Alphesibeo (t'whom Apollo Taught th'art of Physic, when he gave his Harp And Lute to me) came Daphne, and Silvia, Who (as I heard) had been to seek him out Whom they supposed dead. But when Silvia
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAminta
AuthorTasso, Torquato / Reynolds, Henry
Publication year (edition)1628
First performance / composition (Annals)1628
First performance (BritDrama)1627 [Nov]
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 910 · TCP A13384 · DEEP 731
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1842–1901 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 33 in this edition
Length469 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T1 — Death, grief and revenge cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Freinds be merry What of his death perhaps ye haue heard, is falſe. That were a welcome newes. Did he not throw himſelfe downe headlong then From yon high Mountaines topp? Tis true he did. But 'twas a fortunate and happy fall; That look'd ſo like death, and is proou'd to him Not life alone, but a moſt ioyfull life; For now he lyes lull'd in the tenter lapp. Of his beloued one that ſeemes much more Fonde of him now, then ſhe was coy before; Drying each teare he lets fall, with a ſighe, Or with the like, freindly requiting it. But I am going to finde out Montane Her Father, and conduct him where they bee; For there wants nothing elſe but his conſent, To both their boundleſſe ioyes accompliſhment. Their age, their bloud and birth, their mutuall loues, And all agree; and the good oulde Montano Will he glad doubtleſſe of poſteritie, And to' arme his gray haires with ſo ſweet a guard, So that his will no doubt ſhall ſecond theirs. But thou (good Elpine) tell what god, what fate In that ſo dangerous, and deadly fall Preſcru'd Aminta. I am well content; Heare then, heare that which with theſe eyes I ſaw; I was before my Caues mouth, which ye knowe Lyes at the hills foote, on the valleyes brimme; There Thirſi' and I were reaſoning together Of the faire ſhee that in the ſelfe ſame nett Had firſt inſnar'd him, and me afterward; When I preferring my lou'de ſeruitude Before his free ſtate; all at once we heard A ſhreeke; and ſaw a man fall frbm aboue, Vpon a buſhy knowle; for on the ſide Of the ſteepe hill, there growes (all of a heape, And as 'twere woue tog ther,) a round maſſe Of brambles, thornes, and certaine weedes among; There firſt he light before he lower fell; And though hee made way through them with his weight, And fell downe to the ground before our feete; Yet ſo that ſtop abated the falls force, As 'twas not mortall; though ſo dangerous As that he lay a while deuoyd of ſenſe, And as a dead man without ſhow of motion. We with amazement, and compaſsion were Dumbe-ſtrucken at the ſudden ſpectacle: And knowing him, and knowing ſoone (with all) He was not dead, nor perhas like to die, Appeaz'd his woe, and eas'd him all we could; Then Thirſis made me throughly' acquainted with Th'whole paſſage of his loues. but while we ſought To bring him to himſelfe againe, and ſent To fetch Alpheſibeo (t'whom Appollo Tanght th'art of Phiſicke, when he gaue his Harp And Lute to me) came Daphne, and Siluia, Who (as I heard) had bin to ſeeke him out Whom they ſuppos'd dead. But when Siluia