Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 534 words
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Vain fear when th' Oracle doth promise good; The heaven's decrees by chance were near withstood. You fear without a cause, oft causeless fright, Is th' only cause that makes that on us light Which most we fear, ever a jealous eye Makes enemies by fearing enmity. What fearful tempest do the waves foretell, When seas without a storm to mountains swell. Ill is invited when it is suspected And grief already come where he's expected. The greatest evils oft are where thee show not. I fear the more, because my fear I know not. Music! how sad it sounds; my damped heart Tells me in these sad strains I bear a part: I wrong thee fate, or else thou now dost strain thee Which some unused welcome t'entertain me. Go go thy country's joy and jewel, The seas and rocks were ever cruel; Men then may pity thee in vain, But not help nor ease thy pain. Take then these tear thy latest due, For ever now alas adieu. Glaucus; to thee I friendless maid, In these last gifts my vows have paid: These once Olinda's, now are thine, This net, and hook, this rod, and line: Thou know'st, why here my sports I give thee, Hence came my joys, and here they leave me. Olinda, if that smiles were proofs of sorrow, Sure I should think thee full of woe, and sadness, but in so heaped grief, when every eye Yields tribute to so great a misery. Thou only smil'st, why every tear thou seest, is paid to thee— The less I need to pay: Gladucilla I cannot mourn, when I am married. Married? now heaven defend me, if this be marriage, So to be gripped in paws of such a monster, And bedded in his bowels— Olinda I should weep, And spend the shortened breath that fate affords me, In cursing fate which makes my breath so short. Peace peace my Cosma, thou wouldst Have me mad with reason! No: reason is never senseless. Thinkst thou me sense less friend? Dost not thou prove it? Why my Glaucilla I see thy drowned eyes, I feel thy kind embracements, and which thou seest not, Nor feelst, I feel and see, more mirth and joy Spring in my heart; then if I now were leading To the best bed that Sicily affords me. Glaucilla if there were but fit occasion That I might show thee this tormented heart It would affright thee friend to hear me tell How many deaths live in so narrow Hell. We stay too long; go on these idle tears Quench not her grief, but add new kindled fears. Decaeus; no fear within this breast is lying. Who living dies, fears not to live by dying. Saw you the troop which passed along here? Yes. Who is it led with such a mournful show? My sister. Who the fair Olinda? Yes: And do you know the end and purpose? No: Nothing but no and yes? fie fie Perindus Your too much passion, shows you want affection; Your sister in such sort conveyed, and you So careless of her grief? it much misseems you Why learn you not the cause?
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Vaine feare when th' Oracle doth promise good; The heauens decrees by chance weere neere withstood. You feare without a cause, oft cause-lesse fright, Is th' onely cause that makes that on vs light Which most wee feare, euer a iealous eye Makes enemies by fearing emnity. What fearefull tempest doe the waues foretell, When seas without a storme to mountaynes swell. Ill is inuited when it is suspected And griefe already come where he's expected. The greatest euills oft are where thee shew not. I feare the more, because my feare I know not. Musicke! how sad it sounds; my damped heart Tells me in these sad straines I beare a part: I wrong thee fate, or else thou now doest straine thee Which some vnused weleomet' entertaine me. Go go thy countries ioy and iewell, The seas and rockes were euer cruell; Men then may pitty thee in vaine, But not helpe nor ease thy payne. Take then these tnares they laest due, For euer now alasse adiew. Glaucus; to thee I frendlesse maide, In these last gifts my vowes haue payd: These once Olindas, now are thine, This net, and hooke, this rod, and line: Thou knowst, why here my sports I giue thee, Hence came my ioyes, and here they leaue me. Olinda, if that smiles were proofes of sorrow, Sure I should thinke thee full of woe, and sadnesse, but in so heaped griefe, when euery eye Yeilds tribute to so great a misery. Thou only smilst, why euery teare thou seest, is paid to thee— The lesse I need to pay: Gladucilla I cannot mourne, when I am married. Married? now heauen defend me, if this be marriage So to be gript in pawes of such a monster, And bedded in his bowells— Olinda I should weepe, And spend the short'nd breath that fate affords me, In cursing fate which makes my breath so short. Peace peace my Cosma, thou wouldst Haue me mad with reason! No: reason is neuer sencelesse. Thinkst thou me sence lesse friend? Dost not thou proue it? Why my Glaucilla I see thy drowned eyes, I feele thy kinde imbracements, and which thou seest not, Nor feelst, I feele and see, more mirth and ioy Spring in my heart; then if I now were leading To the best bed that Sicely affords me. Glaucilla if there were but fit occasion That I might shew thee this tormented heart It would affright thee friend to heare me tell How many deaths liue in so narrow Hell. We stay too long; goe on these idle teares Quench not her griefe, but adde new kindled feares. Decaeus; no feare within this brest is lying. Who liuing dies, feares not to liue by dying. Saw you the troope which past along here? Yes. Who is it ledde with such a mournfull show? My sister. Who the faire Olinda? Yes: And doe you know the end and purpose? No: Nothing but no and yes? fie fie Perindus Your too much passion, shewes you want affection; Your sister in such sort conuey'd, and you So carelesse of her griefe? it much misseemes you Why learne you not the cause?