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death_n	wonder_n	wound_n	wound_v	19	3	8.7489	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A28644	Filli di Sciro, or, Phillis of Scyros an excellent pastorall / written in Italian by C. Guidubaldo de Bonarelli ; and translated into English by J.S., Gent.; Filli di Sciro. English	Bonarelli, Guidubaldo, conte de', 1563-1608.; Sidnam, Jonathan.	1655 (1655)	Wing B3554; ESTC R11459	72,639	130

so dear Daughter that thou see'st Young tender loves breeding in youthful hearts Like to young harmless Doves whilst one hath wings And dares to fly anothers downy plain But even then buds forth Whilst one swoln up with pride bears out his Brest And in a murmuring tone breaths out his love Expressing by the circles which he makes The endless Labyrinths of loves great maze Another with his belly on the ground Goes creeping on and by his whining noyse Sets out the passions of a childish love One peeps but even now out of the shell Whilst others sit to hatch their tender Chicks Do not then do not cruel maid conceal Thy passion still though late yet at the last Heaven showrs down vengeance on a faithless love Knowst thou not what Pelorus that Pelore Then whom yet never Nimph in Scyros knew A faithfuller true lover us'd to say Faith is a Deity by which true love At first possest a place in Heaven above Love voyd of faith quoth he is neither love Nor yet a God but an infernal spirit Which having in the foul sulphureous Lake Of burning Phlegeton kindled black flames Doth counterfeit therewith loves glorious light And so goes breathing forth his feigned fries For whose most horrible and wicked sin Oh just and most deserved punishment Which in the bottomless infernal Pit Disloyal lovers are tormented still By those infernal Monsters in the shape Of their betrayed loves Do not then still delay to tell thy woe And if from grief I cannot set thee free Pitty at least shall bear thee company Celia What 's that to me that neither hope for help Nor wish for pitty in my misery Serp. At least yet let me know thine enemie And I will never leave thee till he leave Either his life or else that faithless love Wherewith he thus torments thee Celia Life if thou wilt but love must ne'r be left Serp. Would'st thou then have him dye Celia By all means possible and if I find No other hand to execute my just And lawful vengeance reason then perswades That mine own hand should take the due revenge Of mine oppressed soul Serp. Oh cruel jealousie can then thy fierce And poysonous bait possess a Maidens heart But if I mean to mollifie her rage I then must sooth her in her own desires Take courage Celia for if there be need Even I my self will with these hands pull out That faithless heart of his But tell me then Who is that false disloyal man and how Hath he disturbed thus thy quiet thoughts Celia Now that I finde thee bent to my desires I le tell thee all but see thou doe not change Serp. Thou sooner shalt observe me change my soul Then any thing that I have now profest Celia And whosoe'r it be see that thou take No pitty to thy heart Serp. I would be cruel to my very self Were I my selfe unfaithfull to my Love Celia Heare then and I will tel thee now What rests conceal'd from all the world besides How shall I find a tongue to utter it But yet it bootes not to refrain my tongue When I want power still to restrain my heart Look here Serpilla look here is that foul That impious wretch even here within me rests My horrid enemy Loe I am she Even I am she that carry in my brest A faithless love a foul infernal spirit Burnt in a two-fold flame Ser. As sure as can be this unhappy Nimph Carries two youthful loves within her brest 'T was long ere she conceiv'd and now brings Twins Oh just revenge of love and could he not Make one shaft serve as able to subdue Unto his Laws thy stiff rebllious heart But tell me then who are those fatal loves Celia To what end should I now conceal their names Know'st thou not Niso and Amyntas yet Serp. Who they that lay for thy delivery Wounded almost to death Celia Those very men Serp. But how could love inflict a double wound Just in an instant in thy stubborn heart Celia I le tell thee now a wounder Love that before had ever found me arm'd Against his shafts and all his subtile trains By others wounds and through anothers heart Found passage into mine And whilst that they Wounded to death lay breathing forth their souls Love all besmeared with their goary blood Usurpt the shape of pitty and then arm'd Under this quaint disguise the traiterous boy Found means to wound my heart and after that Neglecting both mine Arrows and my Bow Despising Earth the Sea and Heaven it self I found no rest to my tormented soul Longer then I stood languishing besides Those wounded Shepherds and with weeping eyes Mixing my plaints with theirs There from their fainting foreheads I did wipe The cold distilled sweat there with these hands Did I still dress their wounds Oh cruel wounds That whilst I drest them could thus wound my soul Yet had I then some Truce with sorrow when I said within my self unhappy Maid What new found sighs are these whence can proceed This unaccustomed heat which boyleth thus In thine inflamed heart Ah silly fool Said then my heart to me this is nought elese But pitty well deserved pitty canst thou be So ignorant as not to know it then Or dost thou grudg them pitty who to save Thee from a fearful death lye dying now Thus whilst I thought it pitty and not love Flatring my passion I still nourisht it And still encreased my unknown desire But when I after came to know it well Oh too too late discovery when once I found them lovers then too late I found I was my self a woful lover too And by the light of their bright burning flame I saw mine own heart burning in the same Serp. And art thou then with equal love belov'd By both of them again this may abate The wounding sorrows of thy troubled soul But how did'st thou discover their desires Celia By many many tokens for me thought I heard within my self a murmuring sound Which eccho'd out their love and then my heart Answer'd that sound again and yet deceipt I know not how did so obscure my sence As I could not at first beleeve it true Till one day it fell out that whilst the poor Amy•tas lying in tormenting pain Which day and night afflicted him so sore That he could hardly finde an hour to rest Pitty so wrought as I obtained Truce Sometime with sorrow that I might invite With the soft accents of my slender voice His heavy eyes to sleep When he with a sad sigh sent from his heart Darted a look at me and to me said Ah my dear Celia when I see thee not I am but as one dead and canst thou think That when I see thee then 't is possible For me to sleep before those glorious beams Which shine out of thine eyes I thus surpris'd Straight fled feom him and ran unto the place Where wounded Niso lay opprest with pain And calling for mine ayd Where whilst

This did I never do but say I did Am I the first of Loves professed foes Whom he hath overcome Niso. I would thou wert so I might see thee once By Love in triumph brought into the troops Of his sworn servants then perhaps I might With confidence unfold the wound that now Lyes hid within and grates my bleeding heart Whereas I yet dare scarce let go a sigh Lest thou shouldst once take notice when it breaths Woes me how many have I forced back Even from my lips into my heart again And if at unawares one hath stoln out How have I fear'd lest while thou shouldst deride My feeling passion Love should in his rage Let sly his Dart at me for having spent His treasures so profusely before those Who do despise his power Amynt Niso thou art deceiv'd for even I Can pitty others sighs O that I could As soon give ease to him that sighs for love Perhaps I might a Shepheard then restore To life again who now lyes at deaths door But thou that long hast learn't to know Loves wiles Hear but his case and tell me then if yet In all Loves kingdom there may be found out A means to cure his ill Niso. I in loves Kingdom nothing know but how With art to drop Salt tears upon the flame That burns within my heart To weep and burn is all I know of love But is that Shepherd one whom I have seen Amyn. Yes thou hast seen him and dost love him too As dearly as thy life Niso. What 's she for whom he mourns Amyn. The fairest Nimph that ere these fruitful fields Of Scyros here have yet beheld display The dangling Tresses of her golden Hair That every gentle blast might therein weave A net to catch poor loving souls withal But more of her anone Thou first shalt hear The mournful story of her dying love Mournful indeed it is and yet but short Since one short hour brought him to misery Yet even he did once profess himself Loves open enemy till at the last His fate would have it so that by mis-chance He too was wounded in his Nimphs defence Niso. But for what cause Amyn. That thou shalt know hereafter now observe The Nimph thus far took pitty of his hurt That many a time and oft she bath'd his wounds In the distilled flouds of lukewarm tears And sweetly breathing on them with her sighs She seem'd to murmur out some powerful charme With which she hop't to mitigate his pain But whilst his tender hearted Surgeon thus Applyed her salves of pitty to his wounds She struck him to the heart when he poor soul Finding he had receiv'd a mortal blow Su'd for relief but in an instance she Turn'd all her pitty into cruelty And flying thence as from a Basilisque Could never since be drawn to see him more Niso. Oh my belov'd Amyntas I must needs Hug thee within these Armes and kiss thee for This pretty quaint disguise Amynt Canst thou imagine then who 't is I mean Niso. And canst thou think I can be ignorant Of him thou wouldst decipher though his name Be lock't up still in silence Amyn. Do thou pronounce it then for I confess I blush so for him that I dare not do 't Niso. I will and if thou do'st desire it in a voyce That 's audible to all the world 'T is Niso Niso do not blush for me For I shall bless my fates that it is so Go thou that livest free from loves command And from his amorous bonds lift up thy proud Untamed Crest to me this yoke is sweet And Niso doth profess himself to be The Shepheard thus subdu'd to loves behest She that with pitty wounded him at fi•st And kills him now with cruelty is cal'd The fairest C•lia for Celia alas For Celia I burn for her I sigh It cannot be deny'd Amyn. Though sigh for Celia sure it cannot be Nor can I yet beleeve it can be so It is another fuel feeds thy flame And all thy sighs sound out another name Niso. Wilt thou not then beleeve me or is this A gentle Artifice for my new love To tax my fault blame mine inconstancie If I have other fuel to my fire Or other heat to warme my fainting soul That fuel is to Ashes burnt by this And all that heat extinguisht by this flame If any other name sound in my sighes 'T is barely then a name a shaddow void Of any subject or a beauty spent And long agone extinct But now for Celia in lively flames I burn indeed and so shall burning die Unless Amyntas help me speedily Amyn. See see alas he seeks to me for help That gives me my deaths wound But I cannot beleeve thee yet say how And when did Love possess thee thus Niso. Whilst wounded there I lay almost extinct Within the arms of death the gentle gale Of her sweet breathing sighs under th' aspect Of two heart-killing Stars O fatal birth My love at first took life And Love becoming thus the Son of Death In imitation of his Mothers power Kils me and yet remains himself alive And thus I dye yet even after death My love must live and love eternally Amynt Thus Love hath in one strait and by one toyl Within in one instant gain'd a double spoyl Niso. As well then as thou feignest thou do'st know That under other shaddows thou hast now From point to point declar'd my malady Nor can I tell how long my silence should Thus blazon forth my wo Unless perhaps I told it in a dream Or talking idly at the point of death The Soul which then doth commonly reflect More truly on her self and so becomes Far wiser than she was hath publisht it Of purpose so to free her self from pain Or else perhaps to glory in the pride Of that fierce cruelty that vanquisht me Fair Celia her self hath made it known Wilt thou not answer me Amyntas is' t not so •myntas whither art thou gone out of thy self Thou seemest stupify'd do'st thou not hear What strong imagination thus transports Thy sences from their sence Amynt Doth Niso burn in love for Celia And is it true that he dissembles not But tell me then what if another should For love of Celia burn as well as he What saith thy heart could it then leave to love Niso. No rather leave to live ah me Thou strick'st my through and through if this be so There is no way but death Amynt No I 'll dye first my self clear up thy brow I spoke it but in jest Niso. I prithee good Amyntas leave to use Such bitter jests as these they come too near I 'll pardon thee this once because thou hast So little sense of Love Amynt What now is in my power shall be employ'd To work thee some relief but time goes on The Sun already from our Zenith bends His course to view the lowly Vales again And near the Temple old Narete staies Attending there to celebrate the pomp And solemn