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Torquato Tassos Aminta Englisht To this is added Ariadne's complaint in imitation of Anguillara; written by the translater of Tasso's Aminta; Aminta. English
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Tasso, Torquato, 1544-1595.; Reynolds, Henry, fl. 1627-1632.
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To see the Cittie with this false beliefe And as good happ would haue it chaunc'd to passe Along the place where stands that blessed dwelling Whence I might heare breath out such melody By Swans and Nimphes and heau'nly Syrens made With voyce so shrill so sweet and full of pleasure That all amaz'd I stay'd to gaze and listen Before the doore there stood mee seem'd as guard Of the faire showes within a man in showe And of proportion stout and knightly hue Such as for what he seem'd me made me doubt Whether for Armes he were or counsaile fitter With a benigne and milde though graue aspect He highly-faire bespake and led me in He great in place mee poore and homely man But then what did I see what did I heare Celestiall goddesses and louely Nimphes New lights new Orpheusses and others too Vnuayl'd vnclouded as the virgin-morne When siluer dewes her golden rayes adorne There Phaebus shone inlightning all about With all his sister Muses among whom Satt Elpine at which sight all in a trice I felt my selfe growe greater then my selfe Full of new powre full of new diety And sang of warres and Knightly deedes in Armes Scorning the rurall Songs I wont to make And though I after did for others pleasure Turne to these woods againe yet I retaynde Part of that Spirit nor yet sounds my pipe So lowly as before but shriller farr And through the woods rings with a trumpets voyce Afterward Mopso heard me ' and with so vilde And sowre a count'nance greeted mee that I Became straite hoarce and was a long time mute When all the Shepherds said sure I had bin Scar'd with the Wolfe but Mopso was the Wolfe This I haue tould thee that thou mayst beleeue How little this mans words deserue beliefe And out of doubt th' hast the more cause to hope For that this fellow bids thee not to hope Am I 'me glad to heare this troth of him but now I leaue my life and my liues care to you Thi Feare not 't is all my care to cure thy paine Within this boure see thou be here againe Chorus O Happy Age of Gould happy ' houres Not for with milke the riuers ranne And hunny dropt from eu'ry tree Nor that the Earth bore fruits and flowres Without the toyle or care of Man And Serpents were from poyson free Nor for th' Ayre euer calme to see Had quite exil'de the lowring Night Whilst clad in an eternall Spring Now fiery hott or else freezing The cheekes of heau'n smil'de with cleare light Nor that the wandring Pine of yore Brought neither warres nor wares from forraine shore But therefore only happy Dayes Because that vaine and ydle name That couz'ning I doll of vnrest Whom the madd vulgar first did raize And call'd it Honour whence it came To tyrannize or'e eu'ry brest Was then suffred to molest Poore louers hearts with new debate More happy they by these his hard And cruell lawes were not debar'd Their innate freedome happy state The goulden lawes of Nature they Found in their brests and then they did obey Amidd the siluer streames and floures The winged Genii then would daunce Without their bowe without their brande The Nymphes sate by their Paramours Whispring loue-sports and dalliance And ioyning lips and hand to hand The fairest Virgin in the land Nor scorn'de nor glor'yed to displaye Her cheekes fresh roses to the eye Or ope her faire brests to the day Which now adayes so vailed lye But men and maydens spent free houres In running Riuers Lakes or shady Bowres Thou Honour thou didst first deuize To maske the face of Pleasure thus Barr water to the thirst of Loue And lewdly didst instruct faire eyes They should be nyce and scrupulous And from the gazing world remooue Their beauties thy hands new netts woue T' intrap the wilde curles faire dispred To th' open ayre thou mad'st the sweet Delights of Loue seeme thus vnmeete And teaching how to looke speake tread By thy ill lawes this ill hast left That what was first Loues gift is now our theft Nor ought thy mighty working brings But more annoyes and woe to vs But thou of Nature and of Loue The Lord and scourge of mighty Kings Why do'st thou shrowde thy greatnesse thus In our poore cells hence and remooue Thy powre and it display aboue Disturbing great ones in their sleepe And let vs meaner men alone T'inioye againe when thou art gone And lawes of our Forefathers keepe Liue we in loue for our liues houres Hast on to death that all at length deuoures Liue we while we may the wayne Of Heau'n can set and rise againe But we when once we looze this light Must yeeld vs to a neuer ending Night Actus Secundus Scena Prima Satyr solus SMall is the Bee but yet with his small sting Does greater mischiefe then a greater thing But what of all things can be lesse then Loue That through so narrow passages can pierce And in so narrow roome lye hid sometime Vnder the shaddow of an eye-lids fault Now in the small curle of a shining tresse Now in the little pitts which forme sweet smiles In an inamo'ring checke yet makes so deepe So deadly and immedicable wounds Ay me my brest is all one bleeding wound A thousand armed darts alas are lodg'd By that fell tyrant Loue in Siluia's eyes Cruell Loue cruell Siluia sauadger Then the wilde desarts O how well thy name Sutes with thy nature Siluan as thou art The woods vnder their greene roofes hide the Snake The Beare the Lyon and thou in thy brest Hydest disdaine hate and impietie More balefull then the Lion Beare or Snake For they will someway be reclaim'de thou neither With prayers or gifts Alas when I present thee Fresh floures thou frowardly refusest them Perhaps because th' hast in thy louely face Fairer then those Alas when I present thee Faire Apples thou do'st scornfully reiect them Perhaps because thy bosome beares a paire Fairer then those Ay mee when I present thee Sweet honey thou disdainfully deny'st it Perhaps because thy lips breathe sweeter honey Then the Bee makes but if my pouerty Can giue thee nought that thou hast not more faire And louely in thy selfe my selfe I giue thee But thou vniust scorn'st and abhorr'st the gift Yet I 'me not so fowle to be so dispiz'de If well I mark'd my selfe when th' other day I view'd my shadowe in the watry mayne When the winde blew not and the sea lay still The manly tincture of my sanguine brow These muscled armes and shoulders large enough This hairy brest of mine and hory thyes Proclaime my able force and manly hood Make triall of mee if thou doubt'st of it What wilt thou do with these same tenderlings On whose bare cheeke the young downe scarsely springs With what an art they place their haire in order Women in shew and women in their strength Tell mee who wilt thou haue to follow thee O're the bald hills and through
you But I more then halfe dispaire To finde him ' mongst you Ladyes faire For though oftentimes he flyes About your face and by your eyes And would faine enter your brest And in your bosomes make his nest Yet they 'r so bard against him with disdaine That there I feare he does but knock in vain But amongst you Men more kinde I may hope my sonne to finde Your milder brests will not disdaine This fugitiue to entertaine Therefore to you my sute must be Tell mee ' I pray' then where is he He that can but giue me tyding Where the Wag has his abiding Shall for his rewarding sipp A paire of kisses from my lipp Soone as he will wish to take them Full as sweet as I can make them But he that shall the kindnesse do mee To bring my little wandrer to mee Shall expect a greater meede Wherwith to recompence his friendly deed And such as all the wealth I haue Cannot exceede no though I gaue All Loues Kingdome and I take To witnesse the blacke Stigian lake That I will truely pay my vowe Tell mee therefore tell mee now Where 's my Sonne who graunts my suite But no man answeres all are mute Perhaps yee haue not seene the Elfe Or he hath so disguiz'de himselfe Yee know him not perhaps h' has left His brand and from his shoulders reft His painted wings and throwne them by With th' rest of his Artillerie But I 'le giue y'other markes of him wherby Yee shall diserne and finde him easily This Loue thus masked although he be Olde both in yeares and subtiltie Seemes but a boye in shape and face And like a boye in gate and pace Is neuer constant to one place Such sports and pastimes vseth hee As common vnto children be But all his sports he tempers so Th' ar dangerous and full of woe To those he playes withall displeas'd He will be soone and soone appeaz'd And in his face at once appeares An enterchange of smiles and teares His haire is gould curl'd growes As Fortune often painted showes Hanging long before but short And thinne on his heads hinderpart His face cleare-colour'd delightful Like to fire is quicke and sprightfull And doth easily expresse His mindes audacious wantonnesse His inflam'd eyes are full of guile Which still he sugars with a smile Vnder the brow vnhappily He vses oft to throw his eye That rowles vnsteedy heere and there And ne're is firmely fixed any where His toung is sweet and when he speakes A pleasing ayre from his lipps breakes In many ' a peec'd imperfect word Which yet a winning sound affoord His voice is shrill and cleare and small Which vttering still he smiles withall And those his fleering smiles doth baiyt With hidden treason and deceipt Which like the Snake surke in the bed Of those flowres vndiscouered And first with these he doth beginne To'vnlocke your breasts and enter in When hauing seem'd all courtesie All meekenesse and humilitie And that as a poore pligrim yee Haue harber'd him in charitie Then ' ginnes he by degrees t' expresse Himselfe and wrong your easinesse Growes proud and wondrous insolent And neuer rests is nere content Vntill he be Ingratefull Elfe Possest of your heats keyes himselfe And straite turnes all those out of dore That there inhabited before And placeth others in their roome A troope of newer guests to whom He makes your reason thrall and findes New Lawes wherwith to rule your minds And thus becomes of a milde guest A cruell Tyrant ore the brest And so his new plac'd Powres assist him He kills or conquers all that ere resist him Now by these markes both of his face His hauiour quallities and grace Which I haue giu'n yee ' I hope yee may Know this disguized run-away Tell me ' I pray' then where is he But not a man will answer mee Yee 'll conceale him from me then Ah foolish vnaduised men Yee cannot Loue so closely hyde But that at length he will be spy'de And in your words looks appeare By tokens euident and cleare And then such happ will you betide As vnto him that seekes to hide A Snake in 's bosome till his cryes And bloud discouer where he lyes But since I cannot find him heere Ere I returne vp to my Sphere I 'le seek for him on Earth some other wher Madrigall VEnus I heare thou roam'st about To finde thy wandring Cupid out Who hauing play'd the wag last day For feare of britching flue away And promisest to giue a kisse To him can tell thee where he is Come then and thriue in thy request Kisse me and take him in my brest ARIADNES COMPLAINT In Imitation of ANGVILLARA NOw were the lesser tapers of the Night Burnt out the Moone to ' her blazing Brothers ray Yeelding the faint streames of her frailer light And now the rosie Messenger of Day Her purple doores vnbarring restores sight To the blinde world fannes the soft mistes away From sleeping eyes and to the dayes behest Rowses vp eu'ry bird and eu'ry beast When haplesse Ariadne with the day Opes her yet drowzie eyes and first her head Turnes on that side where shee supposed lay The treche'rous man that from her side is fled Her louing hand first this then th' other way She vaine extendes in vaine about the bed Her legg and arme mooues whence a colde feare takes her That startles eu'ry limbe and broad awakes her Shee risen vp about her shoulders throwes Her garment and her widdowed bed forsakes With haire vnbound and robe that loosely flowes Led by the rage wherewith her swolne brest akes Shrieking as one distraught shee frantick throwes Her wilde eyes heere and there then speedy makes Tow'rd the still shore and that shee findes bereft Of the false barke shee late at anchor left Now on the wharfe shee pores now on the Mayne But more then shore and waters cannot see A thousand times and more shee calls in vaiue And the lou'd name repeates incessantly Her voyce the rocks receiue and back againe The sound returne calling as well as shee Theseus she calls the rocks do Theseus cry Yet neither voyce can purchase a reply Along the sandy beache a steepe cliffe stands Whose vaster limbes th' aspiring for head straine To height so aerye ' as it the sight expands Farr ore the broad blue bosome of the Mayne To this she runnes clambers with legs and hands Nor weary rests till she the top attaine Hard is th'ascent of the rough craggy stone Yet her will makes the difficulty none Thence she discouers for by this the day His broader light had opte the swoln sailes spred And by the wilde winde now browne farre away From her discolour'd cheekes the warme bloud fled Within her vaynes freezes in her dismay Shee faints and falls to th'carth colder then lead Yet the same griefe that doth of sence depriue her Wakes her againe and doth anew reuiue her 'Twixt griefe disdaine and rage deuided thus She lowde