Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 520 words
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Nay whither flies Thalander? here's Olinda: Tell me why waked the substance thou eschewest Whose shadow in a dream thou gladly viewest. Thou fairest shadow of a Nymph more fair, Death yet I see cannot thy light impair. Thou dreamest still Thalander! Ah too too true; For such a sight wake shall I never view. I live. Would I were dead on that condition. So would not I: believe me friend, I live. Could I believe it, I were happy. If me thou wilt not, trust thy sense, thy eyes. They saw thee dead, how shall I trust my eye, Which either now or then did vouch a lie? Credit thy touch. Then like a dream thou'lt fly, Thou fliest, thou art the shadow love not I: Thalander, take this, 'tis thine for ever, Nothing but death, nor death this knot shall sever. How is this! have you learned, have you learned your mother Circe's art to raise the dead? wonder? think she lives. What says Thalander? does he yet believe me? If thou art dead, fair hand, how dost revive me? Thalander, heart and hand had now been cold but for, Glaucilla, she preventing Cosma, tempered the poisonous vial, changing death for sleep, so gave me life, thee love. Alcippus, art thou there? thou art my friend I prithee tell me true, true Alcippus! dost thou not see Olinda? I see her in your hand. Art sure 'tis she? tell me, are we alive? Art sure we wake? are we not both mistaken? If now I sleep, O let me never waken. If you would surely know, try if she breathe, Thy hand lives: do thy lips live too Olinda! Alcippus, she lives and breathes, Alcippus: And with that sugared bread my heart both fired, And life and love with thousand joys inspired. Ah my Olinda. My dear, my dear Thalander. Is't possible thou liv'st? is't sure I hold thee? These happy arms shall never more unfold thee. Tell me, my love, canst thou such wrongs forgive me? My joy, my soul. I never more will grieve you. Canst thou forget my hate, my former blindness? If not, boldly revenge my rash unkindness. Pierce this vile heart my soul's ungrateful centre, Pierce with thy dart where love's dart could not enter. For thy defence my hand shall still attend thee, My hand and heart, but never to offend thee: The only penance that I enjoin thee ever, Is that we live and love and joy together. Think not my hand will sacrilege commit, To break this temple where all Graces sit. True, true my love, 'tis vowed a temple now, wherever shall be worshipped love and thou. You happy pair, since Cosma's spight's defeated, And Magoe's charms and death by love is cheated, Why stand you here? 'tis time from hence to move: This was the bed of death, and not of love. Death hath his part of night, love challengeth The rest, love claims the night as well as death. What says my love? What my Thalander, ever With thee to life or death, but from thee never.
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Nay whither flies Thalander? here's Olinda: Tell mee why wak'd the substance thou eschewest Whose shadowe in a dreame thou gladly viewest. Thou fairest shadow of a Nymph more faire, eath yet I see cannot thy light impaire. Thou dreamest still Thalander! Ah too too true; For such a sight wake shall I neuer viewe. I liue. Would I were dead on that condition. So would not I: beleeue me friend, I liue. Could I beleeue it, I were happie. If mee thou wilt not, trust thy sence, thy eyes. They saw thee dead, how shall I trust my eie, Which either now or then did vowch a lie? Credit thy touch. Then like a dreame thou'lt flie, Thou flyest, thou art the shadow loue not I: Thalander, take this, tis thine for euer, Nothing but death, nor death this knot shall seuer. How is this! haue you learnt, haue you learnt your mother Circes art to raise the dead? wonder? thinke shee liues. What says Thalander? does he yet beleeue mee? If thou art dead, faire hand, how doest reuiue mee? Thalander, heart and hand had now beene cold but for, Glaucilla, she preuenting Cosma, temperd the poysonous viall, changing death for sleepe, so gaue mee life, thee loue. Alcippus, art thou there? thou art my freind I prethee tell mee true, true Alcippus! doest thou not see Olinda? I see her in your hand. Art sure tis she? tell me, are wee aliue? Art sure we wake? are we not both mistaken? If now I sleepe, O let me neuer waken. If you would surely know, trie if shee breathe, Thy hand liues: doe thy lips liue too Olinda! Alcippus, shee liues and breathes, Alippus: And with that sugred bread my heart both fir'd, And life and loue with thousand ioyes inspir'd. Ah my Olinda. My deare, my deare Thalander. Ist possible thou liu'st? ist sure I hold thee? These happy armes shall neuer more vnfold thee. Tell mee, my loue, canst thou such wrongs forgiue mee? My ioy, my soule. I neuer more will grieue you. Canst thou forget my hate, my former blindnes? If not, boldly reuenge my rash vnkindnes. Pierce this vile heart my soules vngratefull center, Pierce with thy dart where loues dart could not enter. For thy defence my hand shall still attend thee, My hand and heart, but neuer to offend thee: The only penance that I enioyne thee euer, Is that wee liue and loue and ioy together. Thinke not my hand will sacriledge commit, To breake this temple where all Graces sit. True, true my loue, tis vow'd a temple now, Where euer shall be worshipt loue and thou. You happie paire, since Cosma's spight's defeated, And Magoe's charmes and death by loue is cheated, Why stand you here? tis time from hence to moue: This was the bedde of death, and not of loue. Death hath his part of night, loue challengeth The rest, loue claimes the night as well as death. What sayes my loue? What my Thalander, euer With thee to life or death, but from thee neuer.