Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 5 (griselda, mephastophilis, rsini, zelmane, hapless, orgalio…). Matches are highlighted.
love you sure, that have left Your thoughts so free for sport; mine are not so. That angry God pursues me in his fury, And forces me to love where I am scorned. Hapless Dorinda, why should he despise thee? Many a Swain, and many a rural God Have sought thy favors, and have sought in vain, Now thou art justly punished with disdain.
Full speech
The Gods do love you sure, that have left Your thoughts so free for sport; mine are not so. That angry God pursues me in his fury, And forces me to love where I am scorned. Hapless Dorinda, why should he despise thee? Many a Swain, and many a rural God Have sought thy favors, and have sought in vain, Now thou art justly punished with disdain. Ah good Nerina, you have spoken truth: It may warn other Nymphs by my example How they profess their loves to any man: I'm passed the cure, he that wounded me, Has left me quite disarmed, and robbed me of All those defensive arts which men will say Are natural and proper to our sex: I cannot change a face, or weep one tear, Or laugh against my will, so violently My Fate hath thrust me to this love, that all My faculties confess their weakness, and My flame is God so much above my reach, can not put it out, nor smother it. Do not you know him? I hear he boasts To every shepherd, and to every Nymph, How much I love him. Venus forgive me, if I do disclose him, But he will do't himself: 'Tis he Nerina. Why, do not you love him as much as I? For loves sake say not so. He has a manly feature, and does show As much of grace in his comportment, as The best of shepherd's can him Titan made Of better clay, then he did other men: Although his heart be flint, and hardest rock. Yet is his heart so hard, or are my parts Rather unequal to his high deserts? For he can love I see, since you he loves, And you deserve it: had he thought me worthy, He would have loved me too; but as I am Worthless Dorinda, I am made his scorn, And I had rather be so, then Nerina Should want a servant such as Daphnis is. Why, is there any can deserve you more? But Daphnis comes with him, for loves sake stay. Is she not so Charinus? Does she say any thing that's out of reason? What would you Have her to do? you see she answers not To contradict you. Love him Charinus? that you cannot do. Her body you may link i'th' rights of Hymen, Her will she must bestow her self, not you. The vow Charinus, is not made to men: The Laws have not to do with that which is Sealed and recorded in the Court of Heaven. Ay me! I would he were nor rich, nor handsome, It may be then he would regard my sufferings. Aside. Were it to me he came, How happy would this fair encounter be! Daphnis am not I Worthy to have a share in your salute? How can I give thee partly of that, whereof I have no share my self? If you would love There, where you are beloved again, you might Make your content such, as you would your self. Will you then slight my love, because it's offered? Oh cruel words; how they do Pierce my heart! It is not destiny that injures me, It is thy cruel will, and marble heart. Why do you not reply In those same words to me, malicious Echo? I will gentle Daphnis. Oh me unfortunate! Oh cruel man! Yes, it is he, Nerina. Alas, she's gone. Vex not her soul, I pray, with often calling, You see she's dead. Daphnis, my love, Whither so fast? Were all your vows then made but to abuse me? Are there not pains to punish perjured men? And will they not ore'take you? Yet it was no conquest To deceive one that would be credulous, A simple maid that loved you. Never? Go cruel man, and if the God of love Will hear my prayers, thou in thy love shalt thrive, As I in mine: that when thou art forlorn, Thou mayest remember her thou now dost scorn. For heavens sake, Call not that wicked deed to my remembrance. I do repent me, that I ever began it: I would not for a world have ended it: Nerina's chaste, and fair, and I a villain. Leave me, I pray, for something tells me, you Did first advice me to this damned act. Great love, if yet thou art not satisfied With all the wrongs I have sustained for thee: My blood, I hope thy anger will appease, Which thou mayest glut thy self with. I've been too gentle, do not mock me with't: Oh Daphnis, is it you? this is not well, To mock me thus; your looks when armed with frowns, Gave not my heart so deep a wound as this. It's very strange. But is this serious Daphnis? o take heed, Crack not my heart with such a load of grief And scorn, so pressed as this is; if you do, The Gods will punish it: for though they have Neglected me thus long, they will revenge Such injuries as these. Even so you look't When first you stole my heart: but I forgive you, What ere become of me; I still must love you. There is not that hard heartedness in man Which I did think, for he repents I see: Oh Daphnis, if thou meanest not this as scorn, Take me into thine arms, and I will be Thy slave. O my heart! What sudden joy thou strikest into it now! But yet methinks I fear thou dost not love me. Women are ever credulous most then, When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them: I dare not now distrust you, though I knew, What you have said, were false, it has a semblance Of such a pleasing truth: Give me thy hand, And take thou mine; while we walk thus entwined I shall think Daphnis never was unkind.
Plot summary
Plot — The Shepherds' Holiday
Thyrsis, who was found by Montanus as a baby with a mysterious inscribed circlet around his neck, is distraught. He left his girlfriend Sylvia in a grove, and she has disappeared; he self-reproachfully worries that she has been raped by a passing satyr, and neglects his flocks. The oracle of Apollo reassures him that he will get her back, but only when they cease to be Thyrsis and Sylvia. Sylvia is really the Princess, Calligone. She fell in love with Thyrsis when the shepherds last came to court with some musical entertainment, and went into the country in pastoral disguise to be with him; she was also hoping to escape the amorous attentions of Cleander, but he found her in the grove and took her home. Her father, Euarchus, suspects the reason she absconded, and summons the shepherds to perform at court again, in the hope of identifying one of them as her lover. They prepare a masque. Cleander is warned off Calligone by his father, Eubulus. Before she was born, the oracle foretold that King Euarchus would see his only son after having a child who is not really his own, that he would twice condemn that son to death, and that the son would marry Euarchus’ daughter. The King took this to mean that, should the pregnant Queen produce a baby boy, it would be a bastard, so he ordered Eubulus to have the infant killed if male. When the child was indeed a boy, Eubulus plotted with the Queen to swap it for his own new-born daughter, who grew up to be Calligone. He then left the baby boy in the forest with money for his education and an identifying necklet inscribed in a diplomatic code known only to him and the King. Calligone is therefore Cleander’s sister. ‘Sylvia’ sends for Thyrsis, but Cleander sees her with him and reports the fact to the King, who orders their execution: Calligone dishonours herself in romantic entanglement with a mere shepherd. The shepherds arrive at court, but are sent away with their masque unseen. When Thyrsis removes his doublet to be strangled, however, Cleander sees the necklet, realizes that this is the long-lost Prince, and arranges for him to marry Calligone instead. The oracle is fulfilled, and King Euarchus gives his blessing to his son and daughter-in-law. In the sub-plot, Dorinda loves the wealthy Daphnis, but he only has eyes for Nerina and, moreover, has her father’s favour. Nerina loves only Hylas, but finds herself caught between love and duty. She tells both Hylas and her father that she prefers not to marry at all, but…