in Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral) — Fraunce, Abraham, trans.; Tasso, Torquato
Metadata
Play
Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral)
Author
Fraunce, Abraham, trans.; Tasso, Torquato
Year (catalogued)
1591
First performance
1591
Decade
1590s
Genre
Pastoral
Play type
Closet Translation
Speech prefix(es)
Fuluia.
Words
563
Characters
3031
Typicality
0.17 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A01227.1
BritDrama no.
877
Cluster
Cluster 21 — Old fathers & plain counsel
Important excerpts
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Full speech
What? shall I then be the Crow, whose never-lucky resounding Still brings baleful news? shall I first bring death to the aged Father Montanus, whose gray-hairs now be deprived Of their chief comfort, fair Phillis, brave bony Phillis? Old Father, chyldles Father, nay, now not a Father. Know it he must and shall, that he may with speed be procuring, That those lovely relics of Phillis may be preserved; If those lovely relics of Phillis yet be remaining, Luckless Phillis. Amynt. Alas, what? yet more plagues for Amyntas? Oh Daphne. Daph. What's that? Say on, sweet Fulvia, what's that Which thou spakest to thyself? What made fair Fulvia still still After Phillis name our ears with sighs to be filling? How can I choose but sighs, so rueful a sighed to remember? Oh God, why shall I tell such dead news? and yet I must tell. Phillis came naked to my house, and told me the cause of Her coming naked: new dressed, she desired me of all loves Loving girl, that I would accompany her to the pleasant Yuychurches parck, and frame myself to the hunting. Both content, both went, and met with a company gallant Of flowering damsels waiting on Pembrokiana, With bows and arrows on prince Like Pembrokiana. Much time with pastimes was passed, sports drew to and ending, And on a soddayne lo, where erst no wolf was abiding, Ravening wolf runs forth with blood-red mouth from the bushes, And on a soddayne lo, while others bows be a bending, Phillis sent her shaft from her own ear unto the wolves ear: Soemuch wrought in her heart sweet sighed of Pembrokiana, Soemuch did she desire to be praised of Pembrokiana. Wounded wolf to the wood, stout Phillis runs to the wounded Wolf with a dart in her hand. Amynt. Oh dreadful dart to Amyntas, How can a pleasant end come from so deadly beginning? And with and other dart to the self same place I repaired; But Wolf and Phillis (grief spurred th'one, glory the other) Were quite out of sighed: yet I traced them both to the thickest And most desert place: there, (o deer dart to my Phillis ) There lay Phillis dart, and not far thence was a white lawn Wherein Phillis locks enwrapped were by my own hands. And as I turned about, seven other wolves by the naked Bones of a mangled corpse, gore blood were greedily licking: And as chanced (would God such chance had Phillis ) I saw them, Yet they saw not me, they were so greedily gorging, And so bent to the pray: So thence for fear I retired: And this is all that I know: and here's that lawn, that I spoke of. 'Tis but a swown; for he breath's; and lo, he's quickly revived. And would God my tongue had cloven to my roof, when I blabbed. What? shall I give or keep? Lewd cause wherefore he desir'es it Wills me to keep it still, least it bring fancy to fury. Yea, and runs so fast, that he is not Like to be outrun. Therefore better I were to my journeys end to be hasting: And yet I grieve myself, Montanus mind to be grieving, Least these news inflict as deadly a wound in a father, As they gave even now to the feinting heart of a Lover.
Plot summary
Plot — Phillis and Amyntas (Ivychurch) (Amyntas' Pastoral)