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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A88518	Daphnis and Chloe. A most sweet, and pleasant pastorall romance for young ladies. / By Geo: Thornley, Gent.; Daphnis and Chloe. English	Longus.; Thornley, George, b. 1614.; Cross, Thomas, fl. 1632-1682, engraver.	1657 (1657)	Wing L3003; Thomason E1652_3; ESTC R202777	67,756	245

upon them After a while he pip't aloud the Anacletic or Recall and they wheel'd out of the Wood again and came up to his very feet never was there any Master of a house that had his servants more obsequious to his Commands All the Spectators admired his Art but especially Clearista insomuch that she could not but swear she would give him the things she promised who was so fair a Goat-herd and skill'd in Musick even to wonder From this pleasure they returned to the Village to dine and sent Daphnis some of their choiser fare to the fields where he feasted himself with Chloe and was sweetly affected with those delicates and confections from the City and hoped he had pleased his Lord and Lady so that now he should not misse the Maid But Gnatho now was more inflam'd with those things about the Goats and counting his life no life at all unlesse he had Daphnis at his will he catcht Astylus walking in the Garden and leading him with him into Bacchus his Phane he fell to kisse his hands and his feet But he enquiring why he did so and bidding him tell what was the matter with him and swearing withall to hear and help him in any thing Master thy Gnatho is undone quoth he For I who heretofore was in Love with nothing but a plenteous Table and swore nothing was more desireable nothing of a more pretious Tang then good old wine I that have often affirmed That thy Confectioners and Cooks were sweeter then the boyes of Mitylene I shall now hereafter for ever think that nothing is fair and sweet but Daphnis and giving over to feed high as thou art furnisht every day with flesh with fish with banquetting nothing could be more pleasant to me then to be turned into a Goat to eat grasse and green leaves hear Daphnis his pipe and be fed at his hand But do thou preserve thy Gnatho and be to him the victor of victorious Love Unless it be done I swear to thee by my god that when I have fill'd my paunch with meat I 'le take this dagger and kill my self at Daphnis his door And then you may go look your little pretty Gnatho as thou usest daily to call me Astylus a generous Youth and one that was not to learn that Love was a tormentous fire could not endure to see him weep in such a manner and kisse his feet again and again but promised him to beg Daphnis of his Father to wait upon him at Mitylene and so to become Gnatho's Pathic-boy But to please himself and hearten up Gnatho he smiled upon him and askt him Whether he were not asham'd to be in love with Lamo's Son nay to be mad to lye with a boy that kept Goats Besides he thought the strong perfume of Goats was somewhat abominable Gnatho on the other side like one that had learn't the wanton discourse among good fellowes in the drinking Schooles was ready to answer him better then ex tempore concerning himself and Daphnis thus We Lovers Sir are never curious about such things as those but wheresoever we meet with beauty there undoubtedly we are catcht and fall upon it And hence it is that some have fallen in Love with a Tree some with a River some with a Beast And who would not pity that miserable Lover whom we know fatally bound to live in fear of that that 's loved But I as I love the body of a servant so in that the beauty of the most Ingenuous Do you not see his Locks are like the Hyacinths and his eyes under the browes like Diamonds burning in their golden Sockets How sweetly ruddy are his cheeks his lips rosie and his mouth rowed with Elephant pearl And what Lover would not be fond to take from thence the sweetest red and white kisses But if I love a keeper of flocks in that I imitate the gods Anchises was a Herdsman and Venus had him Branchius was a Goat-herd and Apollo loved him Ganymedes was but a Shepherd and yet he was Jupiter's rape We ought not then to contemn the Youth because he is a keeper of Goats to whom we see even the Goats for very love of one so fair every way obedient nay rather that They let such a beauty as that continue here upon the Earth we owe our thanks to Jupiter's Eagles At that word Astylus had a sweet laugh and saying Oh what mighty Sophisters this Love can make I began to cast about for a fit time to speak to his Father about Daphnis Eudromus hearken'd what was said and catcht the Secret and detesting in himself that such a flower of beauty should be put into the hands of a filthy fellow be told both Daphnis and Lamo all that happen'd Daphnis was struck to the heart with this and soon resolved either to run away and Chloe with him or else to die and take her with him to the Elysian fields But Lamo getting Myrtale out of doores What shall we do quoth he we are all undone Now or never is our time to open all that hitherto has bin concealed namely the lone forsaken place the Goat and all the other Things For by Pan and all the Nymphs though I should be left alone to my self like an Ox forgotten in a stall I will not longer hide his story but declare I found him an Exposed Child make it known how he was nurst and shew the Significations found exposed together with him And let that rotten rascal Gnatho know himself and what it is he dares to love Onely make ready the monuments for me This agreed they went again into the house But Astylus his father being at leisure went to him and askt his leave to take Daphnis from the Countrey to serve him at Mitylene for he was a fine boy far above the clownish Life and one that Gnatho soon could teach the Citygarbe His Father grants it willingly and presently sending for Lamo and Myrtale le ts them know that Daphnis should hereafter wait upon Astylus in the City and leave his keeping Goats But then instead of him he promised to give them two Goat-herds And now when Lamo saw the Servants running together and hugge one another for joy they were to have so sweet a fellow-servant in the house he askt leave to speak to his Lord and thus began Hear me Sir a true story that an old man is about to tell you And I swear by Pan and the Nymphs that I will not lie a jott I am not the Father of Daphnis nor was Myrtale so happy as to be the Mother of so sweet a Youth Other Parents exposed that Child having perchance enow before But I found him where he was laid and suckled by a Goat of mine which Goat when she died I buried in yonder skirt of the Garden to use her kindly because she had plaid the part of a Mother Together with him I found habiliments exposed and signs me thought of what he was I confesse them to you Sir

those rugged cares that grind And fret thy Heart and overtire thy Braine Mingling delight as Cato bids with Paine See here of Graecian Turtle Doves a paire Dish't up in VVhite-Broath by the witty care Of learned Longus and our Thornlyes Art Whose Alchymie is able to convert The Graecian Silver into English Gold And all the Elegancies to unfold Of that sweet language Come and sit awhile And let these innocent Lovers make thee smile R. W. Upon the Author AFter the Scaligers and Heinsius name Our Critick-Caesars who can raise thy fame Great Sophist Unlesse Colledges and the Pen Of all our best new University men If yet in all their Libraries there be So much of the Arts left as to praise thee Let then their Aristotle himself rehearse And prove thy worth by Syllogisms in verse And then conclude None truly can declare The Sophists praise but the great Sophister James Wright Upon the Translator YOu 're prodigal Sir and give more then our due For you translate Longus and Lesbos too That Island 's now turnd English and we see Greek Mitylene made of London free Both Citties speak one Language and our stock Of sheep first sure were brought from Chloes Flock For when I see the Lesbian Dorick Fleece Spun to so fine an English thred from Greece I straight conclude The Sheep the Wool 's the same And differ not in goodnesse but in name Only I wish Lycaenium and her Goose Had still spoke Greek and not her selfe prov'd loose And publike too For sure a dimme eye may See through her thick dark Grove too much of day And I who yet am young thus censure can The Book thee Scholar speaks the Grove a man James Wright A Summary of the First Book THe Sophist sees a picture of curious Interpretation in the Island Lesbos And he describes it in four Books The Situation of Mitylene the Scene of the Story is drawn Lamo a Goat-herd following a Goat that neglected her Kid finds an Infant-boy Exposed with fine Accoutrements about him takes him away keeps him and names him Daphnis Two years after Dryas a Shepherd locking for a sheep of his found in the Cave of the Nymphs a Girle of the very same fortune brings her up and calls her Chloe Dryas and Lamo warned by dreams send forth the Exposed children together to keep their flocks They are joyfull and play away their time Daphnis running after a hee-goat falls unawares together with him into a Trapditch made for a Wolf but is drawn up alive and well Dorco the Herdsman asks of Dryas Chloe for his wife but all in vain Therefore disguised in a Woolfs-skin he thinks to seize her from a Thicket and carry her away by force but the flock-doggs fall upon him Daphnis and Chloe are variously affected Daphnis tells the Tale of the Stock-dove The Tyrian Pyrats plunder the fields and carry away Daphnis Chloe not knowing what to do runs up to Dorco whom she finds a dying of his wounds he gives her a Pipe of wonderful power she playes on it and the Oxen and Cowes that were carried away turn over the Vessell They and Daphnis swim to the Land while the armed Pyrats drown Then they bury poor Dorco and return to their wonted game Daphnis and Chloe The First Book WHen I was hunting in Lesbos I saw in the Grove of the Nymps a Spectacle the most beauteous and pleasing of any that ever yet I cast my eyes upon It was an Icon or varied picture reporting a History of Love The Grove indeed was very pleasant thick set with Trees and starr'd with flowers every where and water'd all from one Fountain with divers Maeanders and Rills But that picture as having in it not onely an excellent and wonderfull piece of Fortune but also the Art of Ancient Love was far more amiable And therefore many forreigners enchanted by the fame of it came as much to see that as in devotion to the Nymphs There were figured in it young women in the posture of teeming their babes there were others swadling children that were exposed children which by the destiny of the draught did then tend their flocks of Sheep and Goats there were many Shepherds slain young men banded together Incursions of Theeves Impressions of Enemies Inroads of armed men When I had seen with admiration these and many other Things but all belonging to the sweet or to the dangerous affairs of Love I had a mighty Instigation to write something as to answer that Picture And therefore when I had carefully sought and found an Interpreter of the Image I drew up these four Books A Perpetuall Oblation to Love an everlasting Anathêma Sacred to Pan and the Nymphs and A Delightful Possession even for all men For this will cure him that is sick and rouze him that is in dumps one that has loved it will remember of it one that has not it will instruct For there was never any yet that wholly could escape Love and never shall there be any never so long as beauty shall be never so long as eyes can see But help me God to write with wisdom and proportion the Passions and wonderfull fortunes of others and while I write of their Loves keep me in my own right Wits Mitylene is a City in Lesbos and by ancient Titles of honour it is the Great and Fair Mitylene For it is distinguisht and divided the Sea flowing in by a various Euripus and is adorn'd with many Bridges built of white and polisht Marble You would not think you saw a City but an Iland in an Iland From this Mitylene some twenty furlongs there lay a Mannor of a certain rich Lord the most sweet and pleasant prospect under all the Eyes of Heaven There were Mountains stored with wild Beasts for Game there were Hills and Banks that were spread with Vines the Fields abounded with all sorts of Corn the Valleys with Orchards and Gardens and purles from the Hills the Pastures with Sheep and Goats and Kine the Sea billows dashed to the shore as it lay extended along in an open horizon with a soft and glittering sand In this sweet Countrey the field and farm of Mitylene a Goat-herd dwelling by name Lamo found an Infant-boy exposed by such a chance it seems as this There was a Laun and in it a place of thick Groves and many brakes all lined with wandring Ivie the inner ground furred over with a finer sort of grasse and on that the Infant lay A Goat coming often hither disappeared very much neglecting still her own Kid to attend the wretched child Lamo observes her frequent Ou ts and Discursations and pittying that the Kid should be so forsaken follows her even at high-noon and anon he sees the Goat walking carefully about the child holding up and setting down her feet softly lest she should chance to tread upon it or to hurt it with her hooves and the Infant drawing milk as from the breast of a kind mother And

in the Presse cast out various voyces words and verdicts upon Chloe and sang the praise of the young Baccha like so many Satyrs drunk with love and wine and wisht that they themselves were sheep that such a Shepherdesse might tend them And thus the Girle was pleased too and Daphnis stung with jealousie But they wisht the Vintage were done that they might return to their haunts in the fields that instead of that wild untuned noyse of the clowns they might hear again the sweet Pipe or the bleating of the Cattel And because after a few dayes the grapes were gather'd and the wines tunn'd into the vessels and there needed not many hands to help they drove again their flocks to the fields and with great joy and exultation worshipt and adored the Nymphs offering to them the first fruits clusters hanging on their branches Nor did they in former time with negligence ever passe by the Nymphs but alwaies when they came forth to feed would sit down by them reverentially in the Cave and when they went home would first adore and beg their Grace and brought to them alwayes something either a flower or an apple or an a pornfull of green leaves or a sacrifice of milk And for this great piety and devotion they afterwards received no small rewards and favours from the Goddesses And now being got at liberty they skip and dance and sing and pipe to their flocks While they thus delight themselves there comes up to them an old man clad in his rugg and mantle of skins his carbatins or clouted shooes his scrip hanging at his back and that indeed a very old one when he was sate down by them thus he spoke and told his story I Daphnis and Chloe am that old Philetas who have often sung to these Nymphs and often pip't to yonder Pan and have led many great herds by the art of musick alone and I come to shew you what I have seen and to tell you what I have heard I have a Garden which my own hands and labour planted and ever since by my old age I gave over fields and herds to dresse and trim it has been my care and entertainment what flowers or fruits the season of the year teems there they they are at every season In the spring there are Roses and Lillies the Hyacinths and both the forms of Violets In the Summer Poppies Pears and all sorts of Apples And now in the Autumne Vines and Figtrees Pomegranats Orenges Limons and the green myrtles Into this Garden flocks of birds come every morning some to feed some to sing For it is thick opacous and shady and watered all by three fountains and if you took the wall away you would think you saw a Wood As I went in there yesterday about noon a boy appear'd in the Pomgranate and Myrtle grove with myrtles and Pomgranats in his hand white as milk and shining with the glance of fire clean and bright as if he had newly washt himself in all the three transparent Fountains Naked he was alone he was he play'd and wanton'd it about and cull'd and pull'd as if it had been his own Garden Therefore I ran at him as fast as I could thinking to get him in my clutches For indeed I was afraid lest by that wanton untoward malepert ramping and hoytie-toitie which he kept in the grove he would at length break my Pomgranats and my Myrtles But he with a soft and easie sleight as he listed gave me the slip sometimes running un●er the Roses sometimes hiding himself in the Poppies like a cunning hudling chick of a Partridge I have often had enough to do to run after the sucking Kids and tyred my self off my leggs to catch a giddy young Calf But this was a certain various businesse and a thing that could not be catcht Being then wearied as an old man and leaning upon my staffe and withall looking to him lest he should escape away I askt what neighbours Child he was and what he meant to rob anothers mans Orchard so But he answer'd me not a word but coming nearer laught most sweetly and flung the Myrtle berries at me and pleas'd me so I know not how that all my anger vanisht quite I askt him therefore that he would give himself without fear into my hands and swore to him by the myrtles that I would not onely send him away with Apples and Pomegranats but give him leave whensoever he pleas'd to pull the finest fruits and flowers if he would but give me one kisse With that setting up a loud laughter he sent forth a voice such as neither the Swan the Swallow or the Nightingale has and turn'd himself into Old man like to me Philetas said he it would be no trouble at all to me to give thee a kisse for it is more pleasure for me to kisse then for thee to be young again but consider with thy self whether such a gift as that be of use to thy age For thy old age cannot help thee that thou shalt not follow me after a kisse that I have fired But I cannot be taken though a Hawk or an Eagle or any other swifter bird were flown at me I am not a boy though I seem to be so but am older then Saturn and the whole time of this Universe I knew thee when thou wast yet a boy and kept a great herd in yonder Marsh and was present to thee when under those Beeches thou didst sing and play on the Pipe for the dear love of Amaryllis But thou didst not see me although I stood close by the Maid It was I that gave her thee in marriage and thou hast had Sons by her jolly herdsmen and Colones And now I take care of Daphnis and Chloe and when I have brought them together in the morning I come hither to thy Garden and take my pleasure among these groves and flowers of thine and wash my self in these Fountains And this is the cause why thy Roses Violets Lillies Hyacinths and Poppies all thy flowers and thy Plants are still so fair and beautifull because they are water'd with my wash Cast thy eyes round about and look whether there be any one stem of a flower any twig of a Tree broken whether any of thy fruits be pull'd or any flower trodden down whether any fountain be troubled and mudded and thou Philetas of all mortals rejoyce alone in thy old age This said the sweet boy sprung into the myrtle grove and like a Nightingale from bough to bough under the green leaves skipt to the top and highest story of the Myrtles Then I saw his wings hanging at his shoulders and at his back between his wings a little bow with two Darts and since that moment never saw him any more If therefore I wear not now these gray hairs of mine in vain and by my age have not got a trivial mind you two O Daphnis and Chloe are destin'd to Love and Love himself takes care of