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A16678
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The shepheards tales
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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she did scorne to be Amyntas wife Dym Is 't possible Tech. Yes Dymnus I doe know Some tokens of affection twixt them two Which if thou heard right soone wouldst thou confesse More vnfaind loue no Heardsman could expresse But to omit the rest I meane to show The time and tide when I began to woo Vpon that * 〈◊〉 Valenâ— day 〈◊〉 which 〈◊〉 are 〈◊〉 to â—â—fe their â—tes with â—om â—y reâ—e and 〈◊〉 take in â—tuall â—es Day sad day and heauy fate When euery Bird is said to chuse her mate Did I repaire vnto that fairest faire That euer lou'd or liu'd or breath'd on aire And her I woo'd but she was so demure So modest bashfull and so maiden pure As at the first nor at the second time She would no eare to sound of loue incline Cor. But this I 'm sure would be no meanes to draw Thy loues assault from Amarillida Tech. No Coridon for then I should not seeme Worthy so rare a Nymph as she had beene But I did finde that female foes would yeeld Though their relentlesse breasts at first were steeld Continuall drops will pierce the hardest stone Sap. Did Technis finde her such a stony one Tech. Sappho I did yet though she oft had vowd A vestall life and had my suit withstood I found her of a better minde next day For she had throwne her vestall weed away Lin. Thrice happy Shepheard Tech. Linus say not so If it be happinesse to end in woe Thou mightst enstyle me happy Dory Was not she Fully resolued now to marry thee Tech. Yes Dorycles but when she had consented Heare by what strange mischance I was preuented Vpon a time a Summering there was Where euery liuely Lad tooke in his Lasse To dance his Measure and amongst the rest I tooke me one as frolike as the best Dym What was she man Tech. A Matron full of zeale But pardon me I must her name conceale Lin. It was Alburna I durst pawne my life Tech. I must confesse it was the Parsons wife A lusty Trolops I may say to you And one could foot it giue the wench her due Lin. Yea marry Sir there was a Lasse indeed Knew how she should about a Maypole tread Tech. And I may say if Linus had beene there He would haue said we euenly matched were For I may say at that day there was none At any actiue game could put me downe And for a dance Sap. As light as any fether For thou didst winne the Legge three yeeres together Tech. And many said that it great pittie was That such a Parson had not such a Lasse So as indeed all did conclude and say That we deseru'd the Pricke and prize that day But hauing now our May-games wholly plaid Danc'd till we wearie were and Piper paid Each tooke his wench he danc'd with on the Downe Meaning to giue her curt'sie of the Towne Sim. What curt'sie Technis Tech. As our Shepheards vse Which they in modestie cannot refuse And this we did and thus we parted then Men from their women women from their men Dory But didst nere afterwith Alburna meet Tech. Yes on a time I met her in the street Who after kinde salutes inuited me Vnto her house which in ciuilitie I could not well deny Dym True Technis true Tech. And she receiu'd me giue the wench her due With such a free and gracefull entertaine As did exceed th' expectance of a Swaine Dory She had some reason for 't Tech. None I may sweare Saue that she ioyed much to see me there Dory Yet did Tech. Did eat did drinke and merry make For no delight saue these did Technis take For I may say to you if so I had My lucke to Horse-flesh had not beene so bad As by some yeeres experience I haue found So as of your suspicion there 's no ground But if I had no fate could be more hard Than that which I sustained afterward Corid Relate it Technis Tech. To my griefe I will Hauing done this without least thought of ill This as report doth new additions draw Came to the eare of Amarillida Who iealous of my loue as women are Thought that Alburna had no little share In my affection which I may protest Was nere as much as meant much lesse exprest Sap. Alas good Shepheard Tech. So as from that day I found her fancy falling still away For to what place soeuer I did come She fain'd excuse to leaue me and the roome Lin. Yet she nere fix'd her loue on any one Tech. Yes Linus else what cause had I to mone Some few moneths after did she take a Mate I must confesse of infinite estate Yet in my minde nor doe I speake 't in spight He 's one can giue a woman small delight For he 's a very Erwig Lin. What is he Tech. Petreius sonne Lin. The map of miserie Tech. Yet thou wouldst wonder how this dunghil worne When he encounters me redarts a scorne On my contemned loue Dym All this doth show That he resolues to triumph in thy woe But how stands shee affected Tech. 'Las for griefe Shee is so farre from yeelding me reliefe As shee in publique meetings ha's assaid To glory in the trickes which shee hath plaid Dory O matchlesse insolence Tech. Yet shall my blasse In wanting her be charactred in this Hauing lost all that ere thy labour gain'd Be sure to keepe thy precious name vnstain'd Corid A good resolue Tech. Yet must I neuer leaue While I doe liue but I must liue to grieue For I perswade me there was neuer Swaine Was recompenc'd with more vniust disdaine Dym Indeed thou well mightst grieue Dory Yet shall 't appeare I haue more cause if you my Tale will heare For nere was story mixed with more ruth Or gronnded on more Arguments of truth Corid Let 's haue it Dorycles Dory With all my heart And plainly too griefe hates all words of 〈◊〉 The Argument DOrycles loues Bellina Who esteemes As well of him But proues not same she seemes The second Argument DOrycles a youthfull Swaine Seekes Bellina's loue to gaine Who so euen doth fancy strike Tenders Dorycles the like Yet obserue how women be Subiect to inconstancie Shee in absence of her loue Her affection doth remoue Planting it vpon a Swad That no wit nor breeding had Whom she honours but in time Dorycles seemes to diuine Since her lone is stain'd with sin She 'le ere long dishonour him For who once hath broke her vow Will infringe't to others too In the end he doth expresse His disdainfull Shepherdesse Who when she had iniured Him and his and cancelled That same sacred secret oath Firmely tendred by them both She a Willow-garland sends For to make her Swaine amends Which he weares and vowes till death He will weare that forlorne wreath With protests of lesse delight In her Loue than in her Spight THE SECOND EGLOGVE Dorycles tale COme Shepherds come and heare the wofulst Swaine That euer liu'd or